01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

[screaming silently]

[high-pitched ring]

[dynamic rock music playing]

[Jimmy, in Polish]
♪ My face hidden in the night ♪

♪ My feet on the sand ♪

♪ Time to drop the fear ♪

♪ Because you live only once ♪

♪ Once ♪

[song ends]

[man, in English]
All right, we got it! That's a wrap!

[clapping]

-Dude, that was awesome! Great stuff!
-[Greta chuckles]

I really mean it, that was…
[expl*si*n sound]

You were amazing, and so were you.

Jimmy, we're gonna do a few corrections
and some close-ups, okay?

-Yeah.
-Yeah? You ready?

-Yeah.
-[man] Take a short break. Short!

Hey. Listen, you k*lled it.
Thank you so much for this.

You're too sweet. It was a good time.

-[man] Jimmy, come here!
-Yeah? Just a sec.

-[man] Come on!
-No, go. Go.

Nice to meet you. Again.

Hey, we're gonna play a show
at The Old Steelworks this weekend.

With a ton of bands and a backstage party.

Here's the last VIP ticket.

-I grabbed it just for you.
-Jimmy, I…

I've got plans.

So, what's his name, then?

[chuckles]

Um…

You're not my type, Jimmy.

How do you know? You don't know me yet.

The same goes to you.

What if I'm maybe
not as cool as you think?

You are. You should go, it'll be fun.

[sighs]

Till next time.

[man] Let's go, Jimmy. Come on!
All good? Can we start?

[Jimmy] Yeah, let's roll.

[mysterious music playing]

JUST ONE LOOK

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY HARLAN COBEN

[birds chirping]

[crow squawks]

[music fades out]

[cell phone vibrates]

-Hey, Greta.
-Kamila, hey.

So I stayed up all night,
on Jacek's computer.

And I found something odd.

I checked his phone records,
and he didn't just call Sandra.

He called someone else several times.

I checked the number. Justyna Dudzińska.

She's some non-partisan
councilwoman from Elblong.

An activist.
She wrote articles for different websites.

This woman, Kamila,
was found m*rder*d two weeks ago.

Jacek called her
the day before she was k*lled.

They were talking for 18 minutes.

All the calls after that
were zero minutes.

[Kamila] Greta, do you hear
how this sounds?

You need to call the police.

[Greta] I know, but Jacek asked me not to.
I don't want to get him in trouble.

[car approaches]

You know what,
I think I'll have to call you back.

[Greta] Kamila. Is everything okay?

Someone might've broken into
the house next door.

I'll call you later.

Um, could you pick up Nikola
when school's out?

-[Greta] Yeah, sure.
-Thanks.

I'll call you later, bye.

[suspenseful music playing]

[man] Warsaw South Police Department.

Hello, I'm Kamila Sośnik.

I'd like to report a break-in
for the house next door.

Something strange is going on over there.

[muffled groan]

[music fades out]

[keyboard clacking]

[mysterious music playing]

[mouse button clicks]

And you know what?
We all carry our past with us.

And after my rather, uh, turbulent youth,
with the various rock bands that I was in,

I did make the decision to change my name,
but I didn't change my views.

And now, I feel like I'm ready
to face my difficult past.

I'm writing an article
that will hopefully help me with that,

one that other people
might find important.

That's why it's so essential,
for those who are representing the voters,

to be genuine with them.

[music intensifies]

JUSTYNA DUDZIŃSKA, NAME CHANGE, ROCK BAND

[deep breath, exhales]

[music stops]

I ran the license plates
you were asking for the other day.

-The ones for Ławniczak?
-Yeah.

Mm-hm.

Look at this.

TRAGEDY AT THE BEAT ROCK DAYS CONCERT

I knew that name rang a bell.
Greta Rembiewska.

"Saved from the rubble
of a collapsed warehouse in 2009."

Wow.

She's the one with the missing husband.

[chuckles]

"The angel from the concert."
Look at that.

ANGEL FROM THE CONCERT

If I were to say I have a feeling
that this goes deeper than we think,

would you agree with me?

Or is that a reach?

No, you might actually be right this time.
Look what I just found.

The camera caught his car
at a mall entrance.

-At a mall? What, at 10 p.m.?
-He wasn't there to shop.

[man] Well, then.
We have an official missing person.

[tense music playing]

[music fades out]

All right, we should
start to get a move on,

because we're already late.

Are you okay?

Huh?

[sighs] I tried to call Daddy,

but he didn't pick up or call back.

When is he coming back, exactly?

It'll just be in a few days.

That's not an exact time.
It's approximate.

You're hiding something.

-You always say that when people lie…
-Emma.

…they look left.
And right now, you're looking left, Mommy.

Give it a rest, let's go.

Okay? Come on.

[car lock beeps]

[children shouting]

[nostalgic music playing]

[water rumbles]

[Jacek] There you go, you're almost there.

How's the water feel? You okay? [chuckles]

-[Max] Yeah.
-[Jacek] Having fun?

-[Max] Mm-hm.
-[Jacek] Wanna learn to fly?

-[Max] What?
-[Jacek] I'll show you!

-Like that. There you go.
-[Emma laughs]

Now pinch your nose,
and I'm gonna pick you up!

[Jacek exclaims]

-You wanna swim on your own?
-[Max] Uh-huh!

Up, up, up! Look!

I'm barely holding you.

-I'm gonna let go now, okay?
-[Max] No, no, no!

[Jacek] I'm right here.

-[camera clicks]
-You're safe. I promise. Okay?

-What if you don't catch me?
-I will, I promise.

Come swim over to me, okay?
Don't be scared. I'm gonna let go now.

-Wait!
-[Jacek] I got you. You got it.

-[water gurgles]
-Move your legs.

Swim towards me, I'm right here.
You're doing great, buddy!

Almost there, perfect, perfect!

There you go! Bravo! Bravo!

-Bravo! Bravo!
-Whoo!

[Greta laughs]

-[Max] Thanks.
-[Jacek] Bravo!

-Didn't he do great?
-[Greta] Amazing!

[Jacek chuckles]

[waves crashing]

-[cell phone ringing]
-[nostalgic music stops]

DALEWSKI, POLICE

[children shouting in the background]

Hello?

Uh-huh.

All right,
I'll just drive the kids to school.

Yeah. Yeah, that's…
That's Jacek, my husband.

[Dalewski] And what was he doing there?

I… I don't know,
everything was closed already.

Precisely.

Through this exit here, he could either
go straight into the mall,

or go the other way,
towards the toll-free national highway,

then go up north.

Maybe he went to visit someone?

There's no one.

[inhales and exhales]

Are you absolutely sure
you've told me everything?

Sorry?

Are you absolutely sure
you've told me everything?

No.

Not everything.

[mysterious music playing]

PRO PHOTO

Good morning.

[door opens]

-[Borys] Good morning.
-[camera clicks]

[music fades out]

Uh, what are you doing here?

I came to talk to the guy that works here.

[camera clicks]

That's what I'm here for.

[Borys] Hmm.

[man] Hello.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

I'm looking for, um, Krystian.

He developed my photos.

He's out for lunch.
He's at the place across the street.

Awesome, thank you.

[Borys] Thanks.

[electronic music playing over headphones]

Take off your headphones.

DA's office, Downtown Warsaw.

We have a couple of questions.

Remember me?

You developed my photos from vacation.

[Borys] Did you slip this photo
into Mrs. Rembiewska's envelope?

No, I didn't.

Sure about that?

Do you check out
all the photos you develop?

I've seen how you work.

You're on your phone, listening to music.

I know you don't check all the photos.

I haven't worked on anything recently
that's as old as this photo.

Yeah, I have no idea.

Maybe it fell out of someone else's
envelope, but I don't think so.

You saw my ID, right, Krystian?

I could cause some real trouble for you,
if it turns out that you're lying to us.

I'm being honest.

Where's my husband?

I don't know what you're talking about,
and I gotta get back to the lab.

So, excuse me.

[customers chatting and laughing]

He was lying.

I don't think he was.

But…

He planted that photo. He was the only one
working in the lab that day.

Maybe someone had access
to your envelope after he did.

No one.

I'd like for you to come visit
Szymon Adamiuk's mother with me.

I have to pick up my kids
and get someone to watch them.

Let me do that, and then I'll call you.

I'll be watching the phone.

[dishes and glasses clinking]

[motorcycle engine revs in the distance]

[cell phone vibrates]

Szrama, um, I hope you're somewhere close.

I need a favor.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Kamila gasps]

[car approaching]

[muffled groan]

[muffled yells]

-[muffled grunts]
-[knocking on door]

Senior Warrant Officer Marcin Brzęczyk.

Is there an issue?

[Marcin] We got a break-in report.

There was a break-in?

Ah, it must've been
from that lunatic across the street.

[Marcin] May I?

Sure thing.

I guess she must've seen me
come through the patio. I forgot my key.

What is this about?

["Nisi Dominus in G minor"
by Vivaldi playing]

[Marcin] 8A, Kierowa Street?

Yeah, that's right.

[clears throat]

[muffled grunts in the distance]

Who's upstairs?

My wife.

What's her name?

Maryla Szyszko.

[Marcin] And you're her husband?

That's right.

Maryla Szyszko isn't married.
Head upstairs, right now.

Just relax.

No need to get angry.

["Nisi Dominus in G minor" builds]

[Marcin grunts and groans]

[music intensifies,
other sounds fade away]

[music fades out]

I'm grabbing lunch, want anything?

Just a sec, Agnieszka.

Come look,
there's another missing husband.

This just showed up in the system.

"Roman Kowalik, age 49,
place of residence, Jabłonna."

Why are we looking for him now?

[Dalewski] His wife claims
he's doing business in Mokotów.

Sales representative.

-[Agnieszka] I'd do business with him.
-Bad idea.

He's a criminal.

He did time for armed robbery.

Maybe he got whacked.

I thought that too,

but look at this.

Right here. Just pulled it up.

[sirens wailing in the background]

A few days ago,
his car went down the toll highway.

After he drove past the toll,
he then exited into the mall area.

He took the same exact exit
at the same time

as Jacek Ławniczak.

Wow.

So Ławniczak got off the highway,
and Kowalik followed him?

He didn't just follow him,
he was behind him, he was right there.

How were two missing guys
next to each other, at the same time

in the middle of nowhere?

Coincidence?

I don't think so.

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh, f*ck.

[footsteps approaching]

-[garage door opening]
-[Kamila breathing anxiously]

[cell phone ringing]

Come on, answer!

-[dial tone rings]
-[officer] Warsaw South Police Department.

Yes, I called before about a break-in
at my neighbor's place.

[officer] I remember. We sent a patrol.

But that officer was beaten up,
and the attacker's getting away.

Okay, let's go.

[suspenseful music fades out]

[tense music playing]

[music intensifies]

[engine revs]

[Kamila] Greta!

[tires squeal]

That was Jacek's car.

[ominous music playing]

-I have… I have to go after that guy!
-Kamila!

I'll go with Greta.
You call the police again.

They stole your car, right?

Jacek went missing two days ago.

Kamila doesn't tell me anything.

I think that's him.

My husband and Greta Rembiewska
are chasing the car.

He tried to run her over
with her husband's car!

An Opel, uh… I think it's gray. A sedan.

Jesus, do something already!

Aren't we following too close?

Finally.

Kamila wants to know where we are.

[Ryszard] Heading towards S7.

We're heading for S7.
I'll send you a pin right now.

[music intensifies]

[Greta] We're losing him.

[sirens wailing]

[music fades out]

[stretcher rattles]

[Dalewski] How's he doing?

He probably sustained a concussion,

his cheekbones are broken,
he's in critical condition.

-Will he make it?
-We can't say.

[officer] Calling all units,
calling all units.

They're heading for Góraszka.

I repeat, they're heading for Góraszka.

What's going on here?

My husband and Greta Rembiewska
went after that guy.

How's Greta Rembiewska
involved in all this?

Greta sent me a pin with their location.

The guy they're after
is driving her husband's car!

Forward their location to me. Let's go.

[car engine starts]

[Ryszard] Where the hell is he going?

We shouldn't follow him in.

Seriously, turn around!

[Ryszard] If we give up now,
he's gonna get away!

[disturbing music playing]

-[g*nsh*t]
-[Greta screams]

[g*nshots thud]

[engine roars]

[music intensifies]

-[loud crash]
-[music stops]

[mysterious music playing]

Do you wanna hear The Dragon Who Got Sick?

Trips Across The World?

Do you think we could call Mommy instead?

Sure.

[dial tone rings]

[cell phone vibrates]

-[Greta] Hello?
-Hi, Mommy.

[Greta] Hi, Max.

Hi, Mom, we miss you.

[Greta] Hi, sweetheart.

How are you feeling?

[melancholic music playing]

I'm okay.

[Max] I'm gonna read you my story.

Wanna hear it?

[Greta] Sure thing, I'm all ears.

[Max] A long, long time ago,
there was a family.

Mommy, Daddy, my sister and me.

We also used to have a cat, but he died.

One day, Daddy went to work,
and didn't come back.

Mom says that he went on a business trip,
but that's not true.

[pages rustle]

He's actually a superhero,
and he has to save the world.

It's cool to have a dad who's a superhero…

but it's even cooler
to have a dad who's here.

[pages rustle]

Are you there?

Mm-hm.

[Max] Did you like it?

Oh, you bet I did. [chuckles]

See you tomorrow, Mommy.

[Greta] See you tomorrow.

[disconnection beep]

[sniffs, soft trembling sob]

[melancholic music continues]

[no audible dialogue]

Wait for me in the car for a moment, okay?

I'll be right there.

[indistinct background chatter]

[respirator beeping and hissing]

[melancholic music continues]

[door opens]

[door closes]

They're saying
the next 24 hours are critical.

[whispers] I'm sorry.

[Kamila sniffs]

What happened isn't your fault. [sobs]

[sighing, sobbing]

-[music escalates with dramatic tones]
-[Kamila continues sobbing and sniffing]

[respirator hisses and beeps]

[music ends]

You know I'm always here for you.

Thank you, again.

[gasps]

[Jimmy] Hey, Greta.

Remember me?

Uh, Emma, take your brother inside,
I'll be right there.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Such a pretty area.

What do you want now?

Not even gonna ask how I'm doing?

[Greta scoffs]

I'm sorry, Jimmy,

but I couldn't care less
about how you're doing.

Jacek Ławniczak.

Hmm.

Your husband?

Do you know where he is?

[Jimmy chuckles] Yeah.

He's dead, as far as I know.

[troubling music playing]

For 15 years.

[Greta] What do you mean
he's been dead for 15 years?

You were there.

You saw it.

What?

Backstage, after the concert.

Jimmy, I… I don't remember the concert.

[chuckles]

You've spun quite the story, Greta.

-I wish I could forget it too.
-I don't know what you're saying.

Listen to me.

Tell her…
that I've lost too much in my life

to let her d*ck me around like that again.

-Who is her? Who is "her"?!
-[Jimmy] Understand?

Where is Jacek?!
And why are you saying he's dead?

[Jimmy] You better keep an eye out.

Just to be safe,
so nothing happens to you.

What the f*ck are you saying?
Jimmy! Jimmy!

[Emma] Mommy, are you coming?

[troubling music continues]

[music fades out]

[melancholic music playing]

[sniffs]

[Greta] I'm sorry
for not telling you everything.

-[Greta takes trembling breath]
-[Emma sniffs]

[Greta] Let's not tell Max for now.

He's too little. Okay?

[Emma] Uh-huh. [sniffs]

[Greta] I don't know where Daddy is yet.

[Emma sniffs]

But I'll find him.

And everything's gonna be fine.

[Emma sniffs]

[Greta] Everything will be fine.
I promise.

[music fades out]

[dial tone rings]

-[Borys] Yeah, hello.
-Good morning, Prosecutor.

Did you visit Szymon Adamiuk's mother yet?

[Borys] No.

I think we should.

[Borys] When?

As soon as we can.

[car approaching]

[Max] Mom, who is that man?

Mmm, he's a friend.

Of Dad's, or yours?

[Greta] Mine.

[Borys] This is it.

This is the home of Alina Adamiuk.

And there's the playground.
Is that okay for you two?

[Max] Mm-hm.

[children shouting in the distance]

[dog barking]

Go on.

[children continue
shouting in the distance]

[doorbell rings]

[footsteps approach]

[Alina] Who is it?

Hi, good morning, Mrs. Adamiuk.
I'm Borys Gajewicz

[Alina] Who?

Prosecutor Borys Gajewicz.

I called you yesterday.
We spoke about your son, Szymon.

[Alina] Go away,
I have nothing more to say about it.

Mrs. Adamiuk, we need your help.

[Alina] As I told you before,
my son is in India, helping the poor.

That's all I know.

We'd like to ask about his friends.

[Alina] You're not alone?

Good morning, my name is
Greta Rembiewska-Ławniczak. Um…

My husband is Jacek Ławniczak.

I think my husband
could have known your son.

Mrs. Adamiuk?

-[keys jingling]
-[lock clicks open]

What is your husband's name again?

Jacek Ławniczak.

-I don't know that name.
-[Borys] We have a photo of him.

Here you go.

The one standing next to your son.

I don't know him.

Are you sure?

Why is that woman's face crossed out?

We don't know.

She was my daughter.

Are you saying that she's dead?

-Yes, she was m*rder*d 15 years ago.
-[dog barks]

You've never met her either?

Why are you looking over there?

Those are my kids.

[dog barks]

[eerie music playing]

-[Borys] Do you remember my daughter?
-[music fades out]

I'm sorry,
who did you say you were again? Uh…

A prosecutor?

-Yes, but, I--
-I'm sorry, have a good day.

-[Borys] Mrs. Adamiuk.
-[Alina sighs]

-[keys jingle]
-[door lock clicks]

[footsteps recede]

[mysterious music playing]

[muffled breathing]

[door shuts]

[footsteps]

[gas pump humming]

[footsteps receding]

[feet thumping on door]

[gasps]

[nervous breathing]

[feet thumping on door]

[grunting]

[pants]

[mysterious music playing]

-[cameras clicking]
-[indistinct commotion]

Why did you start the fire?
Wiktor, can you please share a comment?

People want to know how you feel
about being released early on parole.

Fifteen years ago,


-Mr. Lewiński.
-[photographer] Wiktor, a photo, please!

[cameras clicking]

[ominous music playing]

[music fades out]

[announcer] Wiktor Lewiński, who admitted
to setting the fire during a concert

at The Old Steelworks in 2009,

has just been released on parole
after 15 years behind bars.

An open press conference
with Lewińsky has been organized

by his legal representation,
and is scheduled for this week.

I sent some guys to keep an eye
on Greta Rembiewska's house.

Amazing.

Now she's in contact with Jimmy.

He paid her a visit.

I'll give him a warning.

Not just yet.

[unsettling music playing]

That's not all.

I reached out to a couple of contacts
about Lewińsky's lawyer.

[music ends]

[tense music playing]

[tires squeal]

-[corn st*lks rustle]
-[panting]

[panting]

[crow squawks]

[music ends]

[mysterious music playing]

[music fades out]

[ominous music playing]

[music fades out]