01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

[lilting, somber musical intro plays]

["2 Wicky" by Hooverphonic playing]

Prophet 60091 ♪

This is the flight number ♪

Of our galactic sun ♪

Asia.

Hey, Asia.

Marcin

Stop your whining and look at that.

Just have a look at that view.

Wow.

Yeah. You kept saying

we shouldn't go, huh.

- [Asia sighs]

- What's the matter?

Are you sulking already?

No. I'm not sulking.

Hmm.

- [Asia] Piotrus. Piotrek!

- [Piotr] Hm?

See if the camera's back there.

It should be in its case.

Is this about Zbyszek?

- [Ula] Are we almost there?

- Not long now, sweetie.

Asia, he's my friend.

He invited us on a holiday.

He didn't have to.

Yeah, well, that friend of yours

was conning you for years,

and you kept letting him.

- [Ula] Can you just stop?

- Come on, stop.

Let's just drop it.

Marcin, over the years, Zbyszek made

millions because of your music and lyrics.

And you haven't seen any of it.

Now, he suddenly decides

it's a good idea to throw you a bone.

Asia, it's not just a bone. Alright?

Think about it.

We can pay off our mortgage.

Maybe even buy the kids their own places.

And we can take off

and go on vacation wherever we want.

Hey, look.

If we can go on vacation wherever we want,

why are we going to Zbyszek's place?

Ready?

- [camera beeps]

- Ah.

Come here.

[Asia chuckles]

- Dad?

- Did it go?

- I think it clicked.

- When?

- Did it?

- A second ago. I'm pretty sure, check.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

- Hold on. I'll check.

- [camera beeping]

[camera clicks]

FEEDBACK

[Zbyszek] Hey!

What took you so long, you old dog?

[Marcin] Zbychu! Man!

[both laughing]

- [Marcin] You look f*ck' great!

- Meet Marika. This is Marika.

- Oh, hi.

- This is Marcin Kania, my friend.

- Hi. Marika.

Hey, Piotrus.

- [Zbyszek] Hi there.

- Come on. Leave it.

- Come on.

- [Zbyszek] Oh!

- Recognize him?

- Holy sh*t! Jesus! Chip off the old block.

How old is he? How old are you?

- Huh?

- He'll be a man soon.

Must be about 17 by now. How you doing?

Hey, Piotrus.

Do you even recognize your uncle?

So, how's it going?

Good, you know?

Very good, Zbychu.

And it's pretty much thanks to you.

So, cheers, old friend.

Come on, Kania. I just wanted

to make things right, that's all.

Mmm.

Want a beer?

- Why don't you come sit with us.

- Uh No, thanks.

So, all it took was some publisher.

Yeah.

Things are like that now.

No sleazy assholes in gold chains.

All you need is one guy

in a nice suit, who's like,

"Gentlemen, your books are a mess."

You know? And did you know,

that half of our f*cking songs

weren't even registered?

- [Marcin chuckles] Yeah.

- Mmm.

So now who wrote what? Right?

Of course, The Puppet Theatre band, right?

Except the f*cking Puppet Theatre band

went through, like,

20 different lineups since then.

I mean, except for me, every new album

was written by different people.

[Marcin] Mm-hmm.

And the truth is that

all the songs on our first album

were written by you, Kania.

That means a lot, man. Thanks.

I'm getting a ton of money from it.

- I appreciate it.

- [Zbyszek] No problem.

Hey, tell me.

Ever give any thought of what you're gonna

do with all that money? Just curious.

I don't know. We'll definitely

pay off the mortgage to start with.

And then I guess we'll see.

But your mortgage is just

a fraction of all that dough, right?

- What about all the rest?

- Why? You got an idea?

Well, there is something

I wanted to float by you.

Let's hear it.

Couple of friends came up with a business

that'll blow your mind.

They bought apartments.

There's a lot of them. And they're cheap.

In ten years you'll double your money.

- Tell me more about it.

- They're apartment buildings.

Forty to 100 square meters.

So that'd mean

- Yeah?

- four and a half K per meter.

Dude, that sounds f*cking sick.

But for something that good,

there has to be a catch.

- Ah. [chuckles]

- Huh? [chuckles]

So here's the catch.

After you buy the place,

you're gonna have to

wait a bit till you get it.

- Why is that?

- Because there's people living there.

So I'm supposed to buy places

with people living there?

These people are f*cking lowlifes, Kania.

- f*cking d*adbeats.

- [Marcin] Uh-huh.

They just sit there in their

government-funded apartments,

living off welfare

and getting drunk on our dime.

The f*cking commies stole those places

from people right after the w*r,

so they'd have a place to dump

all the riffraff coming into the country.

Those places used to belong to someone.

- And who's that? All your friends?

- Well, f*ck, not my friends.

But I tell you this. They're taking back

what the commies stole in the first place.

[Marcin chuckles]

Hey. Take my advice.

You won't get another chance like this.

You buy ten apartments, rent them out,

and you're set for the rest of your life.

Remember, they'll never go down in price.

I can see that you've changed, Zbychu.

I remember you saying that Stratocasters

were only for pretentious assholes.

[chuckling]

[Zbyszek] It's a nice toy.

The Hendrix model. Hmm.

His old man was f*cking nuts. Remember?

He believed playing left-handed

was the sign of the devil.

Hey, let me tell you.

Let he who didn't have a f*cked-up father

cast the first stone. [laughs]

So

Wanna go?

No, thanks.

Avast belay, yo h*, heave to

A-pirating we go ♪

And if we're parted by a shot

We're sure to meet below! ♪

Come here, Piotrus!

Get your mom to take a picture of us!

Come on! Ha!

- Look! A crocodile!

- [woman] He's gonna do it!

Here goes! [grunts]

[shouts]

[indistinct chattering]

What do you mean? [laughs]

[Zbyszek] Hey, Piotrus? You're a whiz kid

with computer stuff, right?

- Hey, listen to this.

- [Zbyszek] Hmm.

He's so good that

the f*ck' cops came to the house

to confiscate his computer once.

- Really.

- Get the f*ck out of here? How?

What did you hack, Piotrus? It was, um

It was, um the Ministry of Education?

- Right? Huh?

- [Marika] Really?

[Asia] He wanted to check the questions

for a math competition.

And he was able to cover his tracks

so well that they couldn't prove anything.

- Well, now, that's a competitor.

- My brother.

Piotrus! Hey!

Piotrus!

What, does your mother

have to speak for you?

Can't speak for yourself?

What? You don't speak English?

Hey. It's cool, Kania.

He's just modest and a bit shy,

that's all. Just like his old man.

[light laughter]

Or maybe he just

doesn't want to talk to you.

That it? Don't wanna talk to me, Piotrus?

So, what do you want? Tell me.

I can give you anything you want.

- How about an apartment? Want one?

- Alright, Kania. Take it easy.

Nah, nah. Hold on. What about you ladies?

What do you want? Huh?

You want a new house? A palace?

[chuckling]

Maybe a nice vacation somewhere?

Just tell me, where?

Africa? America?

The Moon maybe?

Should I buy the moon for you? [chuckles]

What the f*ck else do you want from me?

What we'd really like is

for you to shut the f*ck up.

Did you hear that?

[chuckling]

Yeah.

Is that how you talk to your father? Huh?

Don't you understand English?

You're a big man now, huh? Huh?

A real tough son of a b*tch.

- Kania, give it a rest. Let's get

- Hold on.

Look at this kid, Asia. It's your fault.

- You need to shut up, now.

- Mm-hmm.

Thanks to you,

he's growing up to be a loser, a wimp.

A grown man who plays video games

and reads comic books.

Look at him.

Look at your f*cking loser son.

Shut the f*ck up.

You're sh*t, you know. A drunk.

And I f*cking hate you.

- Piotrek!

- Hey, Piotrus.

[laughing]

Let's go. Mom.

No, Mom, let's go home.

- [waiter] Right this way, sir, please.

- [chair scrapes]

[Marcin] f*ck.

[Marika] Jeez

What was that? Hmm?

Piotrek!

Will you wait up? f*ck!

[panting]

[sobbing softly]

[grunts]

Piotrus.

Tell me

Why, uh Why don't we talk anymore?

Huh?

We used to be such great buddies.

Huh? Tell me.

Just leave me alone, alright.

Ha! Ah

What? You're gonna throw that at me?

Is that it?

You're gonna f*cking miss me anyway.

[both grunt]

f*ck Oh, you f*cking little sh*t!

[Marcin growls]

Want me to leave you alone?

- Do ya?

- Yes. Get off!

- Want me to leave you the f*ck alone?

- Let me go, you f*cking sh*t. f*ck!

I said leave me alone, you f*cking sh*t!

[panting]

[camera beeping and clicking]

[unsettling music playing]

[Cezary] We need you to identify him.

[camera beeps and clicks]

Yes, this is my son.

Piotr Kania.

[camera beeping and clicking]

All the evidence would suggest

that he committed suicide by hanging.

He didn't commit suicide, alright.

- He didn't k*ll himself.

- The autopsy will explain everything.

He didn't k*ll himself. It was them.

They f*cking hanged him

from that tree. I know it.

- Marcin.

- You You have to catch them.

Understand?

You have to f*cking catch them.

You have to catch them. f*ck.

You have to catch

those m*therf*ckers. You hear me?

You have to catch the m*therf*ckers

who k*lled my little boy!

f*ck!

[sobbing]

Marcin?

[Ula] Mom!

[Ula crying]

[camera clicking]

[Cezary] I know he's got bruises

and scratches but it's nothing conclusive.

Yes, someone might have hit him,

but he could've just as easily

fallen down running through the forest.

No signs of t*rture, and nothing

to suggest there was any kind of struggle.

The pathologist's opinion

is unequivocal, that it was suicide.

An opinion, as you call it,

is just an opinion.

Not fact.

People have tons of opinions,

like the Earth is flat.

And there are also poisons

that can't be detected.

If he was poisoned

with an undetectable substance,

how can anyone detect it?

- [scoffs]

- Tell me.

Have you found his cell phone?

They took his phone.

Yeah, to get rid of any evidence.

He may have also lost it

or thrown it away.

Have you ever thrown away your phone?

Even at my drunkest,

I've never thrown away my phone.

You visited that girl, remember?

First, that woman.

Now our kid.

The Kalska woman was m*rder*d.

Piotrek was m*rder*d too.

There's also this.

Fresh cuts on his wrists.

Not very deep, and not fully healed yet.

Someone did that to him.

First, they cut him,

then they hanged him from a tree.

You all know I'm right.

Asia.

You believe me, right?

Say something.

- [softly] I'm sorry.

- Asia.

Asia!

They have to answer for this.

You have to f*cking find them.

We deserve justice.

Marcin, please, your son

committed suicide by hanging.

And the photos prove

it wasn't his first attempt.

Because that's what

they wanted you to think.

- Who, Marcin? Who wanted that?

- You know who.

Did they tell you to cover it all up?

Karlowicz, what do they have on you?

What did they f*ck' promise you?

Those guys who chased you at the station,

the guys who beat up your friend

and wore black masks

What else did they do, Marcin?

Make you get drunk?

Wiped your memory so you wouldn't

remember what your son told you

before he k*lled himself?

Orszanska's daughter was right.

You're their lapdog.

They k*lled our son, and you've been

f*cking protecting them from the start.

I'm very sorry for your loss, Marcin.

f*ck you.

[somber music playing]

PIOTR KANIA

DIED AT 25

Stay strong.

[sobbing]

Avast belay, yo h*, and heave h* ♪

A-pirating we will go ♪

And if we're parted by a shot ♪

We're sure to meet below, my son ♪

[sniffles]

[exhales shakily]

[phone buzzing]

I KNOW SOMETHING

ABOUT PIOTREK. WANNA MEET?

[phone buzzing]

I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.

BALDUR

[line ringing]

[line ringing]

[woman] You've reached

the voicemail of number 679

[Marcin] That m*therf*cker.

[phone beeps]

[woman] Please leave a message

after the beep.

You're f*cking loving this, aren't you?

You like tormenting people?

You get off on that, you sh*t?

Wait. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

Look. Please understand

that this is a very difficult time for me.

Whoever you are,

if you really do know something,

I'm begging you, call

Call me back.

I'm sorry.

[breathes deeply]

[phone buzzing]

[exhales sharply]

VODKA

[Marcin] Therapy doesn't completely

remove the urge to drink.

But it removes the comfort of drinking

because you always feel remorse.

It's one of the commandments

for an alcoholic, a sacred law.

You'll always have a guilty conscience.

[Piotr] You were so tenacious.

So determined to find death

at the bottom of a bottle.

I actually admired you.

A lot of people would have given up,

but not you.

You just kept looking and looking.

- It's a b*tch about Robercik, though.

- Stop it!

He'll never recover from it.

You know he'll be in a wheelchair

for the rest of his life.

And he'll never forgive you.

- Never return your calls.

- Piotrus. That's enough.

He'll try to sue you, but Zbyszek will

get you a lawyer who will get you off.

And forensics won't prove anything.

He'll have no proof you were at fault.

- That you put him in that chair.

- Shut up.

But you'll always know that you did.

You might bury it deep down inside,

but you'll know.

You know what you are.

- [grunts]

- [bottle shatters]

My son approached me recently

and asked me if I'm having sex

with his mother.

[clears throat]

So, I told him,

"Yeah, Kajtek. Sometimes I do."

And then he says, uh

"I want you to stop having sex

with Mom right now, you hear!"

[stifling laughter]

I almost burst out laughing, but

I wasn't about to

laugh at my kid, you know.

Listen up.

[hard rock music playing]

Attaboy. You keep on playing.

Don't tell Mommy now, alright.

[laughs]

[Jarek] Thanks, Michu.

Marcin?

It's your turn to speak if you want,

but there's no pressure.

[young Piotr crying]

[distorted soundscape echoing]

Sorry, I have to go.

[phone buzzing]

BEHIND DOMY CENTRUM.

HALF AN HOUR. ALONE. BALDUR

[rock music playing]

[man] Marcin!

- What the f*ck are you doing here?

- Had to make sure you'd come alone.

Without your cop friend.

What the f*ck? Are you

Are you serious right now?

We can talk, but not here.

Come on.

Come on!

It took him a while

to talk about that association.

- Mm-hmm.

- But when he finally did

[sighs]he was like a different person.

Like those people

in documentaries who join a cult.

What are you saying?

Like, your head gets so f*cked up

you're barely recognizable.

Like a switch gets flipped in your head.

And that's what it was like with him.

And one day, we're sitting there,

talking about PS5 or whatever.

Laughing about how

one of us farted or something.

And the next day, he comes over

and gives me a lecture about how

Warsaw was built on the backs of the poor.

And the blood of of the Jews,

insurrection fighters,

and Stalin's victims,

and now, these apartment buildings.

[distorted soundscape]

When you meet with people,

meet with them during the day, in cafés,

popular chains.

They're safe.

Best of all, they don't serve alcohol.

[Lolus] He just gathered the information

and uploaded it onto the Internet.

I think he really believed in

what he was doing.

But why was he doing it?

Well, I'm guessing

it was because of Kinga.

She treated him like sh*t.

She actually came up to me once and said,

"If you want to keep

being friends with Piotrek,

don't make any plans with him

until you run it by me."

[scoffs] I just laughed

in her freakin' face.

A few days later,

she texts me in the middle of the night

saying not to come by anymore.

She's f*cking nuts.

Listen up, Lolus, we're not here to talk

about your issues with Kinga. Alright?

I'm just trying to explain it to you.

And find a reason why Piotrek was

so into that whole reprivatization thing.

[Marcin sighs]

[Jarek] When nothing else works,

take deep breaths.

Breathe in three times deeper than normal.

Take ten breaths, even 20,

to get high on oxygen.

And try to calm down.

It felt like he was dead.

But I couldn't bring myself to tell you.

There would've been interrogations,

police stations, testifying.

And you only f*cking thought

about yourself, right? Not about my son.

Selfish prick.

I didn't have to tell you anything.

Piotrek tried to k*ll himself.

And I saved him.

What are you saying now?

I'd been worried about him for a while.

I thought he might cut me off too.

Just like he did everyone else.

I knew something was wrong.

So I drove over there.

The door was open.

He was lying there

in the bathtub with his wrists cut.

Luckily, he botched it,

so he was still alive,

but there was blood everywhere.

On his shirt, his pants,

his shoes, wallet, phone.

The entire bathroom was covered in blood.

He'd also taken some pills,

and he was totally out of it.

I got him out of the bathtub

and cleaned him up.

I grabbed a towel and a sheet

to stop the bleeding.

Then I put the whole f*cking thing

in the washing machine,

but I still had to clean up the bathroom

f*ck, forget it.

[swallows, inhales]

I just wanted to tell you that

that Piotrek tried to k*ll himself.

And it looks like

he succeeded on his second try.

They succeeded on the second try.

Lolus.

They were threatening Piotrek.

And that's probably why

he tried to k*ll himself.

They hounded him,

and then they just f*cking k*lled him.

Got that?

[somber music playing]

[engine turns over]

STOPPING ill*gal EVICTIONS

REPRIVATIZATION BLACKLIS

8 CZAPLINIECKA

[woman] On this day, in my presence,

Malgorzata Wagner-Galkowska,

a notary based in Warsaw,

personally appeared,

Mariusz Wieclawski,

representing the company Gigaplex

- Mr. Kania.

- Yeah?

- I'm going to need your full attention.

- [Marcin] Sure.

[chuckles]

- Yeah, go ahead.

- Can we?

Thanks.

and Mr. Marcin Kania,

whose Social Security number is

f*ck THE COMMIES

- [pounding]

- You're being evicted!

[woman]Czapliniecka Street,

apartment number 8,

with a total number of 78 square meters,

sold for the gross sum of 351,000

[man] Hello! Eviction time!

[expl*si*n echoes]

[woman]with a total area

of 98 square meters,

for the gross sum of 441,000 złotys.

8 Czapliniecka Street,

apartment number 12,

for the gross sum of 405,000 złotys

Get the f*ck out!

[woman]with a total area

of 98 square meters,

for the gross sum of 441,000 złotys

to Marcin Kania, who hereby states

I'm calling the police!

[man laughs]

Get out of here!

Get the f*ck out, Granny!

[woman] at 8 Czapliniecka Street,

apartment number 5,

with a total area of 98 square meters,

for the gross sum of 441,000 złotys

to Mr. Marcin Kania,

who hereby states

he is buying the property.

I think this calls for a drink.

Huh?

[chuckles]

[fire crackling]

[Marcin] 8 Czapliniecka Street,

apartment 12.

Robert Kurylewicz, 47 years old.

- Battery as*ault resulting in a coma.

- [groans]

Died a week later.

The police concluded that the case

had nothing to do with ill*gal evictions.

In apartment 8,

Wieslawa Kalita, 62 years old.

[expl*si*n echoes]

Died due to an overdose of sleeping pills.

In apartment 5, Stanislawa Bednarek,

80 years old, heart attack.

Unknown suspects set her door on fire.

All three died within a week.

[keys jangling]

All three, my apartments.

- [chuckles]

- [door slams]

[exhales]

So?

Do you like it?

[both chuckle softly]

[Marcin chuckles]

- Whoo!

- [both chuckling]

[sighs]

It's all yours. Enjoy it, Piotrus.

Thanks.

- Come here.

- [both chuckle]

[Marcin groans]

[Piotr sighs, chuckles]

[Marcin] Piotrus.

Dammit.

It wasn't your fault.

Wasn't mine either.

We didn't do anything wrong.

We didn't know anything about it.

How could we have known anything about it?

CONTACT INFORMATION BELOW

TENANTS' ASSOCIATION

Shouldn't you be getting dressed?

[Piotr sighs, grunts]

Great. As reliable as always.

[scoffs]

[keys jangling]

[door slams]

SEND A MESSAGE

TENANTS' ASSOCIATION

MUSICIAN'S FAMILY TRAGEDY

HOMER ZORK IS ON FACEGROUPS

MALGORZATA KALSKA 1955-2020

YOU CAN'T BURN US ALL

DEVELOPER PROFI

150,000 ZŁOTYS PER APARTMEN

[line ringing]

[Cezary] What do you want?

Czarek. We have to go back to Podkowa.

Orszanska's daughter lied to us.

I got carried away back there.

I know. I'm sorry.

Look, I know you did

everything that you could.

You were right, okay.

But you can't pack it in now.

We have to go back there

and interrogate her.

Czarek, you there?

[Cezary] The case is closed, Marcin,

so just leave me alone.

Hey, what's up? Did

Did you fall off the wagon?

Look, give me your address.

I'll come over and get you sorted out.

Then we'll go tomorrow. Alright?

[line disconnects]

Hello?

[sighs]

[somber music playing]

HOMER ZORK

2 WEEKS AGO

Homer?

[chuckles nervously]

Hi.

Ewa.

- [chair scrapes]

- [Piotr chuckles softly]

Um, so, uh

Tell me about yourself.

Maybe we should start

with something a little easier.

[woman] This mansion

was originally designed

to be the central point

of the garden city of Podkowa Lesna.

It changed hands many times

in the last hundred years.

It served as a sports club,

a hotel and resort,

uh, a school, a community center.

Everyone you see here

put a lot of time and energy

into making it look and feel

like an actual home.

A group home, but a home nonetheless.

People love living here.

Three hundred people in total.

But to Gigaplex, they're not even human.

The same way the tenants of

the reprivatized apartments weren't human.

[woman] Ewa! Can you come here a second?

[Ewa] Yeah.

Make yourself at home.

And don't worry.

There's no biting, anymore.

What?

We used to have bedbugs. [chuckles]

[engine cuts off]

[intercom ringing]

[sighs]

I'm in front of the house.

Can you open up?

Asia, stop it, okay? I'm sober.

[doorbell ringing]

[phone buzzing]

- [knocking]

- [phone buzzing]

- Hello?

- [doorbell ringing]

I called you last night. Do you remember?

Do you remember what I told you?

Hey! Get yourself together, man!

[knocking at door]

[sighs]

[Asia] Anybody home?

[pounding on door]

[Asia sighs]

[Marcin sighs]

Asia, what the f*ck! What are you doing?

What do you want?

You didn't tell us everything.

- I don't have to tell you anything.

- I think you do.

If you hide inside,

I'll smash all of your windows.

What did he get into?

"Get into"?

- Meaning, what did I get him into? Right?

- Isn't that it?

Didn't he do this because of you?

You don't think your son

has a mind of his own?

[sighs]

I just want you

to explain to me how a boy who

was only supposed to help

was found dead in the forest?

We received an eviction notice from

the mansion, and the case seemed lost.

Until Piotrek got an idea to record them.

Record?

Piotrek?

And that's why

he broke into Bugajski's place?

Bugajski was only a kind of

middleman between his brother,

who happens to be the mayor,

and the Gigaplex people.

After a few days,

we had dozens of hours on tape.

Solid proof of their dirty deals.

- [Marcin sighs]

- [door shuts]

Is anybody at your place?

[Marcin exhales]

["Wake Up" by Mad Season playing]

I'm sorry, but

I don't have any mugs. [chuckles]

You stink of vodka.

You only think I do.

[panting]

Wake up, young man ♪

It's time to wake up ♪

Your love affair has got to go ♪

[panting]

For ten long years ♪

For ten long years ♪

The leaves to rake up ♪

Slow suicide's no way to go ♪

You ruined my life.

I know.

Blue, clouded gray ♪

You're not a crack-up ♪

Dizzy and weakened by the haze ♪

["Wake Up" fades out]

I want to go there.

[tense music playing]

[keys jangling]

[Bugajski] Make me a couple of sausages!

And bring me some pickles

while you're at it.

Hey, you f*ck' deaf or what?

What are you doing here?

Did you see him get m*rder*d?

- Did you? Were you there?

- You need to get out of here.

Go on. Get the f*ck out

[grunts]

Call the police, you f*ck' idiot!

Sit on your a*s down. Sit.

My husband asked if you were

in those woods when they m*rder*d him.

What are you talking about, lady?

What woods? m*rder who?

- [grunts]

- We have nothing to lose.

No, no, no, no, no. Please! [panting]

I'm I'm sorry! I

I don't know what you want from me.

You k*lled my son

because he recorded you. Right?

Let me just get this straight, alright.

That boy who was found in the woods,

in the tree, was your son?

Who k*lled him? Who did your friends

at Gigaplex send to k*ll my son?

- I don't know anything about that boy.

- f*cking tell me!

- Talk!

- The prosecutor heard those tapes.

He told Orszanska

she'd go to jail herself, that moron.

Everyone would go to jail.

I swear to God.

Even your boy.

Maybe he hanged himself

because he didn't want to go to jail.

Did you just say he hanged himself

because he was afraid of going to jail?

We were talking business.

I am a businessman, madam.

- It's still legal in Poland.

- Who k*lled my child?

[Bugajski] Why don't you

just go to the police with this?

I want to know who k*lled my son.

Look, lady, I don't give a sh*t

about who k*lled your son

- [both grunt]

- Hey! Hey! Hey.

Hey.

[gurgled panting]

- Let's go.

- [Bugajski groaning]

[chuckling quietly]

I don't know what happened in there.

- [sighs] But there's gonna be trouble.

- Don't worry.

Zbyszek knows the people at Gigaplex.

He'll know who we should talk to.

I'm really worried about Ula.

She's the only one I've got.

I don't want to lose her.

I never thought about her.

It was always about Piotrek.

He took up all the space.

I broke that child.

No.

You didn't do anything wrong, Asia.

It's all my f*cking fault.

Can I come in?

What for?

I just don't want

to leave things like this.

You just don't want

to be alone, that's all.

[Marcin breathes deeply]

MANSION

CASINO

[Ewa] I'm going to bed.

Uh, sorry, I'm just finishing up.

You don't have to go.

You're welcome

to stay the night if you want.

I can make up the sofa.

Give me five minutes, I'll be out.

Okay.

Good night.

Good night.

[footsteps departing]

[door creaks shut]

[tense music playing]

[scanner whirring]

SCANNED DOCUMENTS

TENANTS' ASSOCIATION

Piotrek?

- Thank you.

- No problem.

[exhales deeply]

[lo-fi music builds slowly]

[grunts]

What do you got for me?

This is everything

the association has on all of you.

[lo-fi music intensifies]

Well I knew you were a good guy.

Just don't put it in your account.

At least not all at once, right.

Oh, and Piotrus.

My friends would really like to meet you.

Yeah. Keep doing your thing.

I'll stay in touch.

- Yeah?

- [door opens]

Hup.

Ah, almost forgot my fries.

[tires squeaking]

Marcin, long time no see.

I was really hoping

we could avoid doing this.

But I can't have you going around

beating up my business partner.

[lo-fi music playing]