01x03 - Episode 3

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Excuse me! Principal Węglik?

Yes.

Wanycz.

Yes?

I'm with the BOE.

Yes, of course.

We've sent you all we got.

I know.

I'd like to talk to you personally.

Sure.

I can't tell you much about him.
He was transferred to our school

in the middle of the previous term.
Quiet and smart. Caused no problems.

He had an artistic talent.

And the girl?

Well... yes…

It's a sensitive matter. You know...

I do.

Just between us,

she had no easy life here.

An honor student. Always aside.

Plus her father.

A political activist. Repeat offender.

You understand?

-She wasn't liked?
-No, she wasn't.

Cases of rejection are common
at every age,

but this one was special.

Will you write a report?

Well...

-I guess it's inevitable.
-Yes...

Sure...

Come!

Superintendent would like
to talk to you

about your two friends
that d*ed tragically.

Listen, it's important.

Utrata!

Is there something you want to say?
Go ahead! Say it!

-I wasn't saying anything.
-Really?

Kiziuk!

Why was Utrata by your ear?

Quiet!

Did she tell you anything?

-She did.
-What did she tell you?

That that thing with Karol was weird,
because she never had a boyfriend.

Any friends of Karol here?

Makarski!

You hung out with him.

We rode on the same bus.

Right.

-Did he ever mention Justyna?
-No.

I saw them together.

Quiet!

Where?

At a disco.

They danced together.

Oh, yes.

We had a dance party
the day before the incident.

Senior years only.

Okay, Matwińska.

They danced and what else?

Nothing. They parted.

-Did you see them later?
-No.

Are you sure?

I never saw them together again.

Wait!

Give me the suitcase.

-Good evening, dad.
-There you are.

Alone?

Teresa is making supper.

We haven't expected you.

How is she?

She's fine.

You'll see for yourself soon.

How's mom?

Mom...

She'll outlive us all.

Excuse me.

I see my grandson
is going to be a big guy.

-Or a granddaughter.
-Anything to drink, dad?

-Got any coffee?
-Chicory.

That's fine.

So this is where you live.

It must be the outskirts, right?

We like it here.

Sure...

Some scenic views.

Smile, please.

Delicious.

Thank you.

Why don't you want to stay with us?

I don't want to impose.

I like hotels.

You can always meet
someone interesting there.

-How long are you going to stay?
-Till tomorrow.

I have a train in the afternoon.

Why did you say you liked it?

I know you don't.

You hate everything round here.
Why the hell have you come?

-I've come on your account.
-On my account? Interesting.

I don't get it.

You aren't going to write
about leaking pipes

and potholes for the rest
of your life?

Piotr is respected in the pressroom.
He gets more and more interesting stories.

-I'm talking to my son now.
-Don't talk to her like that.

You're not at your place.
Save it for Krakow. This is my house!

Your son, and my grandson
will be born soon.

What future
can you offer him in this town?

I don't want anything from you.

Don't you get it?

-We'll see.
-See what?

See what?

When you admit I was right.

Where are you going?

To the office.
I have to write an article.

No need to prove anything to him.

You're always the best for me.

Thanks.

FOR TERESA

-On Monday I might have coupons.
-For a Lada.

-A Fiat.
-A Lada.

You and you Lada.

-Here you are.
-Thank you.

-Is a Fiat bad?
-I hope you'll like it.

Straight from Havana, Cuba.

We have our own fishers.

Basia.

Hajduczek for friends.

This is how she looks.

Hi.

If the mountain won't go to Mohammed,
Mohammed must come to the mountain.

Can you even see me
through those glasses?

My business can be dangerous.

-Who's the guy that just came in?
-Zarzycki from Krakow.

-A big fish.
-Zarzycki?

-What's he doing here?
-I don't know.

Maybe we're in for a change.
Who can tell?

What do you want?

You heard about Drewicz's daughter?

A sudden prick of conscience
made you remember Drewicz?

Is it possible someone
helped her do that?

Oh, please...

We may be assholes,
but no dumb ones.

Who'd need a scandal like that?

Was the boy dropped as a coverup?

Or maybe he just
slipped out of their hands?

Cut the crap!

Listen,

I think you need to leave this dump.

You can't turn back time.

Where's Nadia?

I wish I knew.

She'll be back.

Your coffee.

Thank you.

They're always back,
when their money runs out.

As for Drewicz's daughter,
see Muszyńska about it.

Have you run out of hard currency?

Let me in. We need to talk.

Do you ever work?

Are you gonna teach me how to trade?

Has this girl ever been here?

Maybe?

Why?

Make a guess.

Stop that.

What did she buy?

She was looking for something
for her first...

disco party.

Did she have the money?

She did.

-Did you ask where from?
-If I asked everyone

where they got their dollars,
you'd have no one to buy them from.

You smoke too much.

Is she the jumper?

Yes.

Wait.

I thought I'd sold them out,
but there's still one left.

What is it?

Top notch. Italian.

She bought one
but in the smallest size.

Her first bra.

"I'll be waiting on the roof
of your house in the afternoon."

Karol is so cute.

-The new guy?
-Yes.

You like him, huh?

You do!

I need to copy my Maths homework, girls.

Okay, relax.

The TV Hit List.

Our candidates...

"I Count No Hours or Years."

Oh, no!

I hate that guy.

Why are you laughing?

My hit song from the slammer.

-Mom!
-Yes?

-I'm going for a walk.
-Don't stay out late.

Okay, mom.

Is it a prank?

No, why?

Did you draw it?

Yes.

Where?

On the bus.

Is it your poem?

Do you like it?

Did you write it yourself?

If I say that I did,

will you go out with me?

I've just done it.

Yes, but...

Will you

go to the disco with me?

I'm sorry, I must be going.
I said I'd be back soon.

Wait?

What about the disco?

I doubt you wrote it.

I'll be waiting at the bus stop!


I've just got a call from a doctor
from a prison madhouse.

He was looking for you.

He wanted me to tell you

that prisoner Woźniak is awake.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Can you tell me what you
were doing in the slammer?

Boss...

I don't think Woźniak is the k*ller.

They busted an innocent man.

Interesting.

Tell me

why you think so.

I know he was in the bar
till morning.

There are witnesses.

Listen to me.

I'm ordering you
to stay away from it.

Tell me you understand.

I don't want to hear about it again.

-Better late than never!
-I'm also glad to see you.

I need a word with you.

I just discovered that young Zarzycki
is delving into Grochowiak's story.

Did you know that?

You did.

-I told him not to.
-Will he listen?

No.

f*ck, Witek!

I want no prosecutor,
or district committee on my ass.

Send him back to Krakow.
His father is in town now.

No!

Why?

Because he's got a talent.

I don't know how to help you then.

-You'll watch over him.
-Me?

You took him to the crime scene.

You'll watch him until you leave.

Your father's in town.

You could be in any pressroom
in the country now.

I guess I like it up a hill.

Or maybe you want
to spite your father?

Maybe.

-Where are you going?
-Home.

-I'll give you a ride.
-Thanks, I'll manage.

I insist.

Okay.

-What was it about the Kn*fe?
-When?

-The other day, at my place.
-Doesn't matter anymore.

I really want to help you.
I was wrong to shake you off.

But believe me, this whole case...

Stinks and will douse me with sh*t.

I know that.

Thanks.

Come on, Witek!
I'm off it for real.

Go.

How did it go?

"I don't give a sh*t
about small towns."

It's a sad moment to bid farewell
to such an outstanding comrade,

and a committed organizer
of our social life.

Comrade Grochowiak
was not only a social activist,

a chairman
of the Polish Socialist Youth Union,

for our entire region,

but also an ordinary man.

A good colleague of ours

you could always turn to for help.

He passed away in truth,
fighting for better future

of our town, and our country.

Rest in peace, Zbysiu.

Doctor!

Oh, it's you.

-Good afternoon.
-I called your office today.

-I know.
-They told me you were gone.

Oh, that's interesting.

Woźniak is communicative.
Not fully, but still.

-Did he say anything?
-Yes.

He keeps saying he's right-handed.

Is that all?

That he slices bread
with his right, not his left hand.

You think it means something?

Nothing, probably. But the report says
Grochowiak's k*ller was southpaw.

What?

Left-handed.

Goodbye.

Please wait, doctor.

You want me
to confirm your suppositions?

-Will you?
-No.

-I guess I won't.
-Why the hell did you call me?

Listen...

That guy's a goner. I'm not sure how long
he'll survive in a slammer,

and if he does,
will he function normally?

If he's not hanged,
will he be sent to a hospital?

What good are you guesses to me?
Good day.

Zarzycki.

Wanycz.

Comrade editor,

I'm in town for just one day.

I'm pressed for time,

but there's something
I need to talk to you about.

Do you have children?

Why do you ask?

It's easier to talk to someone
who is a father. Doesn't matter.

You work with my son.

What do you think of him?

He's smart, ambitious, and intelligent.

Nice to hear that about my own son.

I've heard he's under your influence.

Mine? I doubt that.

They say you're going abroad.

To West Berlin.

I will personally oversee your case.

You never know
what might happen at the border.

You understand...

-What do you want me to do?
-Make sure...

my son doesn't stay here long.

Got it?

Yes.

Well...

-Goodbye then.
-Bye.

PASSPORT
PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF POLAND

FRIENDSHIP HOUSING ESTATE

-Hello, Krysia.
-Hello.

Good afternoon.

It's you.

I didn't want to scare you.
It'll take a second.

What are you doing here?

I apologize for imposing on such a day.

But it's important.

Very well. What is it about?

I'm not sure...

Actually, I am sure...

The guy in jail is innocent.

Explain, please.

Someone else k*lled your husband.

Why are you telling me that?

Maybe you can remember something?

Someone who fits the picture better?

Why do you think I care?

Actually, I don't.

I understand. I'm sorry.

-I shouldn't have... I'll be going.
-Wait!

I'd wanted to leave him
for a long time.

I begged him so many times.
You can't imagine how many.

On the outside...

he was a different man.

A former athlete,

a chairman of the region,

a friend of the youth,
and of the voivodship secretary.

But no one knows...

how cruel he was.

How he b*at me up
and humiliated me.

But never let me leave.

That's why I don't care
who k*lled him.

I don't even feel sorry for him.

Do you understand?

Yes, I do.

You do?

Look at me.

Look at me.

It's okay.

It's all right.

-Relax. Everything is fine.
-Yes, yes.

Hello, I'm with the gas company.
I need to check the pipes.

-May I?
-Come in.

Thank you.

There's the kitchen.

Can you check the gauge
in the corridor?

It's ticking so loud.

Of course.

-I'm sorry.
-It's okay.

Very well.

Everything seems okay.

-So you're interested in history?
-Yes.

It keeps boredom away.

I see. Your husband's always at work.

And you're stuck at home.

-Doctor's order.
-I know.

-It was the same with my wife.
-But everything was fine?

Yes. 4200 grams, 10 points.

A boy?

Piotruś.

Nice name.

Pretty much so.

He wants to be a journalist
when he grows up.

I keep telling him it's a lousy job.

You're never at home.

You run into trouble.

You can't watch over your wife.

The pipes are okay.

My next call...

Friendship Estate, block 6,
apartment 8.

It's pretty close.

Cheers.

What are you gonna wear
to the disco, girls?

Don't know.
Gotta find something? You?

I'll wear my jeans skirt.

I'll wear my shiny sweater.

-The sequined one?
-Yes.

What will you wear?
Long johns?

Not everyone has an aunt
in the States.

Clog!

I'm speaking to you, Clog!
What will you wear?

Her dad's jail overalls, I guess.

To the gym, girls! Quick.

Hi, girl!

Hello!

-How's school?
-Okay.

Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes!

-Are you going to the disco?
-I don't know yet.

I would, if I could.

-You will, when you're older.
-Why don't you?

You never go out.

I didn't say I won't.
I just don't know yet.

Jasia! Asia!

Coming!

If I were you, I wouldn't care
and I'd go.

Come help me with the plates!

Come in.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Put this on.
You'll look great in it.

Thank you.

Awesome!

It's perfect.

Yes?

Can I help you?

I'm sorry. Wrong address.

-Who are you looking for?
-A friend. But…

It's a wrong house.

What's his name? Maybe I'll help.

No, it's a wrong building.

I'd better go now.

Are you okay?

Yes... Yes... I'll be fine.

I'll get you some water.

No need to. I'm good.

Piotr.

Yes?

What's going on?

Nothing.

What are you hiding?

I'm not hiding anything from you.

Don't lie to me.

Who's Grochowiak?

Where did you get that name?

Do you go through my stuff?

Who is he?

Chairman of the Socialist Youth.

-You know him?
-No, he's dead.

That's the story
you're working on, right?

No! No.

How come you know that name?
Tell me.

What are you doing?

-I have to go.
-You're not going anywhere.

I have to!

If you leave now, don't come back.

-Józek.
-Witek.

What are those cups?

I used to box when I was young.

I go hiking in the mountains a bit.

Hurry up, baby girl.

Did you box around here?

Here and there.

-Where are you from?
-Krakow.

What are you doing here?

I'm a train dispatcher.

You got no company crib?

No vacancies
until the end of the year.

You'll get a taste of my work.

There's no better one.

You're left-handed.

Did you box with the left hand?

Southpaw, huh?

Your old woman may be a southpaw.

Leftie! Leftie!

Got a family?

I have a wife.

A wife...

She pretty?

Very pretty!

Show me her picture.

Oh, she's cute.

They're all cute when young.

How did you find me here?

Well...

A whore in a hotel told me.

In a hotel?

I spent one night there.

What did she tell you?

She said you had a vacancy.

Let's have a drink.

To hot ladies.

Give it back.

What's up?

Just f*cking looking at you.

-Dad!
-What?

The spotted calf looks sick.

DIPLOMA
CITIZEN JÓZEF HAŚNIK

HAŚNIK AND GROCHOWIAK ARE THE WINNERS