Partisan, The (2024)

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Who... are you?

You will tell me who you are.

I ask you who you are.

How many have you k*lled

by your hand?

By your deed?

Tell me.

Tell me.

Tell me!

Who are you?

f*cking tell me who you are!

Then I will tell you.

Who is he?

Joseph Bednarsky. Took cyanide

as I entered his apartment.

And I'm here why?

He's

an English citizen, apparently.

What's our friend

from the Gestapo doing here?

Mm, we're all friends

in Budapest.

Hm.

Why presume he's English?

The girl told us.

Who is she?

Who are you?

I'm a wh*re.

And I'm still owed 20 pengo.

Stop. Stop.

The b*tch has TB.

Get her out of here. Now.

Nice trick, Krystyna.

Nearly bit

my tongue off.

But we're still confirmed,

yes? Our deal?

Get in.

You know, most of Poland

are dying to leave,

and you're desperate to get back

in. Just give me one reason.

Because I love my country.

Ah. The stock answer for every

lunatic volunteer we reject.

Is that your father's

Catholic guilt talking,

or your mother's

Jewish stubbornness?

Either way,

it's still the wrong reason.

Then you tell me the right one.

You know this is all a game,

and you still want to play it.

Give me false papers, and I'll

be back in a week as planned.

Mm.

You get your mother what's

in it for us.

I'll do what Bednarski can't,

now he's dead on that trolley.

Take the Poles your communique

and bring back their microfilm.

Did you care for Bednarski?

No.

Did you?

Hey, stupid lady. Hide!

It's still curfew.

-Gus, come.

-Wait.

I've come

about the photography job.

From London.

Any trouble?

I didn't think you

would make it.

You have delivered a diversion,

disinformation

for when you get caught.

Do you trust the British?

I'm learning not

to trust anybody.

And you'll go far.

Microfilm. Huh.

Make sure it gets

back to London.

We don't have the luxury

of wasting volunteers

on diversions here in Warsaw.

Is there something else?

I need help. Personal matter.

-False papers for my mother.

-Oh.

Find another fool.

I don't need any more names

they can t*rture out of me

before they bury me in a pit.

Maman.

Maman.

"I was

a good girl all week.

Mama was so pleased.

It made me happy too.

The priest said I was a devil.

My mother said deep

down I was good.

I will bite.

I will claw.

I will rise.

I... will... soar.

I was wicked again.

Some woman locked me

in a dark place

and told me her fairy tale.

Once upon a time,

a kind woman

rescued her little bird

from hunters,

but she knew its only

chance of survival

lay with being thanked."

Krystyna?

What are you doing here?

I was evicted from my place,

but it wasn't safe here

for your mother.

Where did she go?

I've seen her

at some old church.

The one on Wowska.

I think... she's found Jesus.

Krystyna...

you're scaring me.

Good.

I'm going to find my mother.

You're coming back, yes?

We all fell for you, you know?

All the boys in our class.

And all the girls too.

It wasn't me.

It was just the thrill

of being led astray.

I have to go.

Who are you?

Hide! They are taking

over the building.

-Who is?

-Germans.

What's she doing here?

I-I-I run the cleaning crew.

I came to have a look

at the place.

There is

a lot of work to do.

And who are you?

Nobody.

I-I got here as soon

as I heard you were coming.

What exactly did you hear?

That I should be afraid.

And... are you?

Yes.

It's me with my mother

and father.

They died soon after...

I want this building spotless.

It stinks of vermin.

Yes.

Stop!

Krystyna run!

Get back here!

Raus!

Citizens of Warsaw.

For every action there

is a reaction.

Today you k*lled

a representative of the Reich.

This betrayal of our paternal

love cannot go unpunished.

Raus! Raus, schnell!

Citizens of Warsaw.

For every action there

is a reaction.

Hi, little bear.

I came to save you.

Save me?

Over the mountains.

I have the route.

Together we can make it.

And that's why you're here?

Yes.

Don't lie to me.

Why else would I come back?

I know who you are, Krys.

Those children you saw.

They need me.

I teach them here in secret.

Teach them what?

That you don't need arms

or g*ns to fight.

You're not coming

with me, are you?

And I know who you are as well.

Who?

Same stubborn old Jew

I left behind two years ago.

Do you remember the last

time I did that?

Yes.

Those two boys.

You were so cruel to them.

You broke their hearts.

The one who jumped

from the bridge.

I bet you forgot his name.

Of course I didn't.

Then why don't you cry?

If you come with me,

I'm ready to learn.

Come with me.

Please.

Yes.

Go. Go, go!

Who are you?

Who are you?

I ask you...

who you are.

Who are you?

f*cking tell me who you are!

I'll tell you.

You're an impostor.

Pick it up.

Please.

Do it!

Please don't.

Pick it up!

Pick it up.

Now, put it in your mouth.

Impulsive, irresponsible,

lack of realistic goals.

Men, lots of them.

Completed 13 successful

missions into Poland.

That's lots of them too.

And why was that?

Got an itch you can't scratch?

Remind me about your first one.

I delivered you the microfilm.

Without ever explaining

what went wrong.

Germany invaded Poland,

didn't you know?

My daughter has gone.

They caught her, didn't they?

- Who?

- Your mother.

Now you're going to say it's

none of your f*cking business.

She went to redeem herself.

It's none of your

f*cking business.

You're a burnout who's

forgotten how to play the game.

Are you of sound mind?

I wouldn't be here if I was.

Remind me, how many

missions have you completed?

Curb crawling Old Compton

Street doesn't count.

While he's thinking, maybe

you can explain why I'm here?

Good question.

Why you're here

is you're our best

candidate for pastures new,

as my friend here well knows.

Let me just sketch out

some of the broad details first.

You're Pauline Granville,

a teacher.

You'll be dropped into France

at the next full moon,

and RV with our man

on the ground, Roger.

He's the very best we've got.

He's also in deep

with the Maquis.

The so-called French Resistance.

To the displeasure of certain

members of the Executive,

we've made promises

that we're bound to keep.

We're sending the Maquis

a little gift.

-What kind of gift?

-Howitzers.

Lots of them.

So it's your job to do

what Roger can't,

be our safety net on the ground.

It'll be the biggest weapons

landing behind enemy lines

that's ever been undertaken.

With the successful outcome

resting in your reckless hands,

Krystyna-bloody-Skarbek.

Now keep that mask in place.

As soon as you hit the ground,

find your safe house.

Then get Roger's location

for the tobac.

Remember, Christina...

any trouble, you call it off.

Crest, please.

You want some?

Thanks.

My name is Pauline.

Dubois.

A fitting charm.

A passenger left it.

Fairy tales.

Dean Garrison.

Steer clear.

You're not from these parts.

Is it that obvious?

I'm from the city,

looking for a job.

Glad to get away.

Don't be. It's worse here.

- Thank you.

- Is that enough?

-It's too much.

-Extra for the bread.

Thank you.

Ah, uh, this is, uh,

my... drop schedule.

I drive these roads all day,

if you need me.

Great.

Thank you. Have a good day.

Have a good day.

Stop, mademoiselle.

You wicked man.

S'il vous plait, madame.

Merci.

You need to turn around.

...at number six has gone.

That's less, more like.

She's looking at it.

The boss will grab her.

Here he comes now.

Excuse me, monsieur.

I wonder if you can help me.

Um...

Who are you?

I'm lost, I...

I'm a teacher.

I came about a job.

I'm looking for the school.

From Lyon?

Oui, monsieur.

-Merci.

-That's a long way to travel.

What have you got there?

It's my family.

Around my neck.

Uh...

Sure.

Open your ears.

Follow the sound.

Uh.

Smile

next time.

Okay.

Don't speak.

Just do as I say.

A Milice officer is coming.

Don't look.

You'll get us k*lled.

I'm Mademoiselle Granville.

I'm a teacher looking for work.

Smile.

Smile.

Shake my hand.

Well done.

Is he behind me now?

Nod.

When he comes back,

tell him you had no work for me.

Keep smiling.

Nod that you understand.

Nod. Good.

Because if you say anything

different when I'm caught,

I'll tell them you helped me,

and they'll bury us

in a pit side by side.

Do you understand?

Okay.

Now...

you're going to ring your bell.

Ring your bell.

Hallo. No luck?

Unfortunately.

Don't say you weren't warned

about this place.

I will leave in 10 minutes.

Sit.

Thank you.

-Here you are.

-Merci.

Beautiful bird.

Thank you.

Jesus Christ.

He's going in the back.

Impossible, monsieur.

He's worth more

than all of us put together.

Well, maybe not

the mademoiselle, but us, yes.

Back away.

Back away.

You can pass.

There is enough space.

I don't understand.

No!

Monsieur!

Please.

Oh, my precious chicken.

We go

different directions from here.

Who were those men

in the back of the truck?

Oh.

Resistance fighters.

They were to disgarrison,

to die for their lost cause.

There you are.

Merci.

Slowly, monsieur.

Uh...

I hope a pretty girl will choose

my grave one day.

But not just yet.

Roger.

Pauline.

You must be Armand.

I must be.

Right and left are Armand's men,

sent here to collect you.

The one in the middle...

...we thought was you.

She was my diversion.

How many have you lost?

Half dead.

The rest are scattered.

And how did you communicate

my landing?

Through La Clope,

tobacco salesman.

He picks up and delivers

my messages.

And why isn't he up

there as well?

Because he's a mole.

The Germans must

have turned him.

Your circuit's blown.

I'm calling it off.

f*ck you.

f*ck your call.

London promised us cannons.

You vowed that you'd make them

keep that promise.

He died on that vow!

Stand down.

Stand down.

I know where you are.

And where's that?

Home.

Waving goodbye.

Typical Frenchmen.

Always the victim.

Hmm. Smug Englishman.

Safe on your shitty

little island.

And if it were

the other way round,

you never

would have come to help.

I would have died for

you, my brother!

And you...

I don't know what cold grave

they dug you up from...

...but this...

...this is my land.

You've no idea

how it feels

to watch this wash away

with your people's blood.

Curse you all!

London... with their games...

and you with your secrets.

Come on.

Armand, for God's sakes,

where are you going?

A weapons dump. Etoile Vert.

All we have left.

In 24 hours, we regroup.

And then... we come out

of the shadows,

to end it like soldiers!

There's

no point in showing me.

My promise to Armand.

No landing strip.

Howitzers up here

would have changed everything.

Do you risk the pilots' lives

down there now?

I'd rather not say.

We're sending Armand

to his death.

There's no redemption for us.

What if we send

the Germans to Armand?

We've got their mole.

When's La Clope's next pick up?

Tomorrow.

St Jude's Shrine.

Etoile Vert.

Now Armand

has a fighting chance.

Now get me

somewhere to radio London.

All clear.

I'm through.

Message received.

It's finally over.

With those weapons, Armand could

have retaken the whole valley.

I told them it's safe.

They approved

the weapons landing.

We come out

of the shadows and fight.

Do you ever think about home?

Wondering about tomorrow

is enough.

Where is home?

I thought you'd given up

on keeping secrets.

Townhouse by the Thames.

Family waiting there.

When were you last there?

Feels like years.

Long time to wear a mask.

My son had grown, and...

my wife seemed different.

And I realized they

were the same.

I was the one who had changed.

Now it's your turn.

Who are you?

No one important. I...

was a teacher.

Well, I still am a teacher.

Now I'm just here...

looking for work.

I'd better get to Etoile Vert.

If German trucks drive

by in the morning,

you'll know Le Clope's

passed on our message.

You'll have to k*ll him,

you know.

Have you done it before?

I mean, the real you.

Under that mask.

Better at running away.

Just don't look in his eyes.

Who are you?

Pauline Granville.

Liar.

Tell the truth.

I am.

Tell the truth.

Who are you?

Liar.

Who are you?

Pauline Granville.

Kind and true.

Who are you?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Today I fixed my bike.

I spun the wheels

so fast it hummed,

like a swarm of bees.

I was scared,

but I reached in anyway

and broke my arm.

Sometimes you have no choice.

I know who you are, Krys.

Mama?

Mama.

You don't need ba*ls

or g*ns to fight.

Hey.

Hey!

Stop!

Stop that b*tch!

Back, back, back.

No.

Go!

Go.

Go!

Who are you?

Where can we go?

Your friend.

Etoile Vert.

Those are

German trucks.

Stay here.

Stay close.

Not one noise.

Come on.

Dubois!

Dubois, come back.

Dubois.

Dubois.

Shh.

Go.

Down.

Aah!

Counted 93 dead.

Take everything.

You must wipe it

from your thoughts.

Wipe it from your thoughts.

Wipe what?

k*lling Le Clope.

I'm haunted by other ghosts.

Roger said he was your first.

Mine was in the last w*r.

Only thing...

these hands...

ever did back then...

was work the land.

After... my sergeant found me

neck deep in blood.

That old sergeant

put his arm round me.

All he could say was...

wipe it from your thoughts.

I knew there was more,

but...

we couldn't find the words.

Ah, it's a...

fool's advice, anyhow.

You've got more to

say, haven't you?

Before I tell you,

you must promise not to think

of me as a son of a b*tch.

Of course.

How could I ever think

that about you?

I thought you were

London's puppet.

I'm sorry.

I misjudged you, and I'm glad

you changed your mind.

You know why I did?

Prove a son of a b*tch wrong.

Brave as a lion,

aren't you, girl?

Ah, Roger, how's it looking?

The German patrols

never passed.

The mountain roads are clear.

Good enough.

You...

come here.

Don't be shy.

You're one of us now.

So put a smile on your face.

Take their trucks

to the landing strip.

In a couple of days,

we'll have every metal to hold.

Then the record is ours.

Whoo.

You did it, Armand.

Amazing.

Mmh.

Merci.

Merci.

Come on.

C'est pour toi.

They're starting together.

Everyone's asking after you.

I found them in the town hall.

Vichy travel passes.

The rich and powerful ones used

them to escape through Spain.

I saw this one there.

Then she's done for, like us.

What's wrong?

What?

London's canceled our landing.

They've confirmed a full-scale

invasion is happening instead.

Our orders are to proceed

as if the landing's still on.

And tell no one

of the change of plans.

For our own safety.

The whole town could

turn against us now.

They used us.

They used us to sell the lie.

It's better this way.

Isn't it?

We can go home.

Your chance to find

yourself again.

That man has gone forever.

A coward's keepsake.

I'm a conchie,

a pacifist.

When w*r was declared,

I refused to fight.

It caused quite a stir.

My brother joined up in a shot.

I loved him.

Of course, I did. But...

the last thing I said

to him was, um...

I hope I never see you again.

My wish came true.

He was k*lled here in France.

So you took his place.

And now here I sit.

A man with blood on his hands

and no convictions.

We all hide ourselves.

Such a happy little girl.

Oh, I wasn't.

I stole it.

To remind myself who

I'm supposed to be.

Keep your feather.

Now you have to do

the same as me.

Ici Radio Londres.

Before we begin,

please listen

to some personnel messages.

Our message will say

a penny for your thoughts.

This will confirm the landing.

A raincoat for the sun.

Francois stole my lemons.

The fish works on water.

A penny for your thoughts.

I was a good girl again.

Mama was so pleased.

She said the sun would shine

on us forever now.

I waited on my window

to see if she was right.

I was sad for my mother

because the night came back

like it always does.

You're late. We should

already be at the landing strip.

Yes. I will explain

everything once we're far away.

-Dubois, what the hell is this?

-Don't look at that.

Forget about it, and forget

about the landing strip.

-What are you talking about?

-There is no landing.

There isn't gonna be

any landing.

How could you know that?

-Stop the car!

-Not until we're far away.

How could you not--

Let go, please.

No. No, get in the car.

No, Pauline.

No. Don't touch this.

- What's that?

- Leave it in the car.

I will explain later.

Please, I'm doing this for you.

No, no, no.

You have to trust me.

I'm doing this for you.

Where did you get these passes?

Pauline, I beg you,

don't do this.

I will make

everything better, you will see.

Please trust me. Please.

Ugh.

Look what you've--

Look what you have done.

Liar.

The suitcase.

Give it to me.

Please.

Give it to me, please.

Give it to me.

I'm no liar.

I fought for France

for one day before I was caught.

I tried to k*ll myself,

but this German officer

helped me escape...

...through his needle instead.

He was the fisherman,

and I was his net.

He'd gas me out, knowing

an addict would crawl back.

I passed La Clope for months,

tinkering at those shrines

before I worked out they

were drop boxes.

But...

I saw him.

I saw him with the Milice.

You saw what you wanted to see.

He was just playing the game.

This is German payroll money.

I stole it.

I was clean away.

But I came back,

even though I know...

who you really are.

Who am I?

A fraud.

Pretending you care

about their cause.

What do I care about?

Huh?

The thrill.

The hardest lie to recognize

is the one you tell yourself.

Then admit you didn't

come back for me.

You came back for Pauline.

You gave me the courage, but...

she's the reason I've got you

to get out of this black farce.

You, me, and Pauline.

It's my chance to save us all

before it's too late.

Too late for what?

Don't you see?

Sometimes... you have no choice.

Okay go, go,

go, go, go, go, go.

- Go back. Go back to the...

- Where's Roger?

Go! Take her!

Armand?

It's my...

It's my...

Armand... Armand...

Armand. Armand.

Armand.

Armand.

No, no, no, no.

Armand.

Armand.

It's me.

It's me.

We were...

...London's diversion all along.

I know.

I know.

I'm...

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- No.

- I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

-I'm so sorry.

-No.

Please forgive me.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

No.

I'm so sorry.

You...

You gave us Etoile Vert.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

If you find

any survivors, k*ll them.

Hide me from the assholes.

Okay.

Okay.

Find anything?

A wedding ring

and a gold tooth.

f*cking peasants.

Not enough to get us

over the border

out of this sh*t storm.

Is that us...

or the Amerikaners?

What do you think?

They think it's over.

Firstly, we take

these sons of b*tches to Digne,

then we are ordered

to reinforce the coast.

Ja, I think it's over too.

Okay, out. Au revoir.

I wish... I wish...

What do you

wish for, my little bear?

I stole

my mother's key today...

and locked myself

in a dark place.

I see it now.

I was never trapped in here.

She was trapped out there.

I will bite.

I will claw.

Wake up, my love.

My daughter has come.

She went to redeem herself.

I will rise.

I... will... soar.

Ohh...

Ugh...!

He's not listening.

Right stay. Hit the ground!

Point that somewhere else,

you fool.

We're on the same side.

Who are you?

Your reckoning.

Here for your commandant.

Your wounded will

crawl past soon

with 50,000 bloodthirsty

Americans close behind.

We offer them cigarettes too.

Get out of my way.

You know nothing.

The dice are already

cast for all of us.

Then take what they're offering.

Otherwise... go to hell.

I'll see you there.

Step back.

Kneel.

Look at me.

You're looking into a mirror.

You're to free the prisoners...

then I'll see you safely

over the border.

And... who are you?

You are the only one

left, aren't you?

Pauline...

the last

of the resistance fighters.

That fool Dubois told

me all about you.

Lying to yourself that

you came here to set them free.

You came here to...

to die with them.

Not them.

Your w*r is lost,

yet still you k*ll.

What are you looking for?

Uh...

the reason to care.

I was searching for one too.

Do you believe in fairy tales?

Once upon a time...

there was a kind woman

who rescues a little

bear from hunters.

Having no children of her own,

she devoted her life

to taming its savage nature.

-Uh-huh.

-But her methods were cruel.

She caged it

and chained it

and only let it out

with a hook through its nose.

You said that she was kind.

She was.

She loved the little

bear very much.

But she knew that its

only chance of survival

lay with it being tamed.

I'm nobody's pet.

No, Commandant.

That is very clear.

If you'd just let me

finish my story.

Of course. Of course, go ahead.

One morning,

having lost all hope,

the woman went to the cage

to hand the little bear

back to the hunters,

but she found a miracle instead.

The bear was gone.

A pretty little girl

had taken its place.

The girl looked at her mother

with love in her eyes

and started to dance.

Poor little bear.

My mother used to cry

while she told this story.

But I never did

because I made my own ending.

Uh-huh.

Tell me.

You see...

all the little bear had learned

was how to disguise

its true nature,

and now it was even more deadly

because it was finally free...

to bare its teeth.

And with its human mask,

no hunter would see it coming.

Enough stalling.

The kind woman should have left

the hunters to their work.

No need now.

You weren't worth

a b*llet in Warsaw.

You weren't worth

a b*llet in Warsaw.

You're not worth one now.

Jugens!

Organize the firing squad

and finish the prisoners

in the yard.

You're already dead!

Stand clear!

You're already dead!

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Okay.

One more step!

Don't move!

One step, and I'll k*ll her.

Oh...

Nein!

Nein!

Who are you?

Got a Howitzer on you?

You still miss it, don't you?

How could I?

Surrounded by all this romance

and adventure.

In spite of that,

I hope you'll take me up

on my offer.

A desk job?

At least here

I get some exercise with my mop.

Anyway, turns out I'm a natural.

They're promoting me

to clean the manager's office.

Oh.

And when he's rude,

I'll dream about

unsheathing my old dagger

and... stabbing him through

his cold, contented heart.

I'm joking, of course.

Hm.

You know, you're lying

to yourself

if you think this is really you.

The hardest lie to recognize

is the one you tell yourself.

You knew all along there was

no weapons landing, didn't you?

Did I?

What about you, Krystyna?

What did you know deep down?

Goodbye, Krystyna.

If you change your mind

about the job.

I'll leave a note

on a cigarette paper.

Do you remember when I first

volunteered in Budapest?

How could I forget?

You told me

I had to learn to play the game.

How else would one survive

in the shadow?

Well, through it all,

I never once played the game.

Do you know why?

Because it was the only time

in my life I didn't have to.

I could just be me.

Hm.

And I enjoyed every

second of it.