01x01 - Episode 1

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Wisus!

Wisus!

Wisus!

Wisus!

...to 19 degrees in the south.
Here’s the news.

We will connect with our correspondents
in the House

of the Central Committee
of the Polish United Workers’ Party.

The 20th Central Committee plenum
is now in session.

After the report
from the Political Bureau...

Delayed by 30 minutes,
the train from Berlin to Warsaw

has just entered the station
on track 1, platform 1.

-Hi.
-Swiss punctuality.

I've got no time.

Give me the money.

There.

Bye.

-Say "hello" to the capital.
-Cut the sh*t, Witek.

Morning news...

Hello. I'm here to see
chairman Grochowiak.

POLISH SOCIALIST YOUTH UNION

He hasn't arrived yet.

When will he?

He was to come here in the morning.
Must've gotten stuck at the Committee.

-Got an appointment?
-At 10. A reportage for the "Courier".

So you're late too.

Take a seat.

-I'll make a phone call.
-I'd rather stand.

THE YOUTH FOR PROGRESS

Are you comfy?

Piotr Zarzycki.

-I'm here to replace you.
-Interesting.

Have you heard
what happened at Gronty?

I don't give a sh*t.

It's a shame.

It's a while since you had
a story like that round here.

-It must be a sign.
-Really? A sign of what?

That your time has come.

Have you met colleague Zarzycki yet?

Yes, I have.

A fresh-eyed graduate.

Recommended by Edgier.

-Did you see Grochowiak?
-He wasn't in.

Got that text about the heat station?

-The heating season hasn't started yet.
-You won't be here when it does.

Have you heard
of the dead bodies at Gronty?

What dead bodies?

They found them in the woods.

-I told him...
-Has anyone asked your opinion?

Exactly. Go to the store.
Something is coming down.

A bottle of vodka is coming down. Go.

m*rder. Yesterday.

You'll go to Gronty
and see what happened there.

Don't you have enough volunteers?

Our rookie can't wait to go there.

We're busy. So is the kid. Get going.

f*ck!

You'll write about the heat station!

This forest again, right, Wanycz?

It's too scary to be scared.

Got anything?

-Tell me. The editor's waiting.
-They can wait.

You'll hear all in an announcement.

Don't be a bitch, sergeant.

You mean that stiff bitch
they took out of here today?

Which one?

Leave me alone, Witek.

A blond one?

-Was it a blond one?
-I can't tell you.

An order from the prosecutor.

-I need my money back.
-I don't have any now.

-I'll let you off. Give me a hint.
-f*ck off!

The case is too fresh.

Is this the kind of pleasure
you seek on my lunch break?

Has anyone seen you?

Come in!



She had an intercourse
right before she d*ed. That was her job.

I guess you know that.

How did it happen?

A smooth and deep cut.
Inflicted by a sharp tool.

A lancet, or a butcher's Kn*fe.

Here comes the best part.

Come here!

Check it out.

f*ck me!

You know him, right?

I was to meet him
at the Sports Center today.

They say sport keeps you healthy.
He wasn't defending himself.

No dirt under his fingernails.

Bye.

-You weren't here.
-I know.

Will you come for bridge on Tuesday?

I suck at bidding.

I spent my last hard currency on it.

You heard what happened?

It's a small town.

Is there something you want to tell me?

To good times.

To our meeting.

Is it true what they say
about that forest?

Ask them.

They say you saw it all
when you were a kid.

Why have you come?

Are you leaving? Abroad?

So you know?

It's a small town.

Why have you come here?
Do you need money?

-No.
-Why, then?

Take me with you.

You know you'll be good with me.

I know.

Please.

Go.

I still have some writing to do.

I must go.
The old lady may say something.

Here's my address and phone number.

You'll know where to find me,
should you change your mind.

"The Courier".

Yes...

-Witek!
-What?

-I have intel on Grochowiak.
-Where from?

-The militia. They got the guy.
-Stay the f*ck out of it!

-Are you done with the heat station?
-The text is on your desk.

-Hi, Witek.
-Hi.

What do you know?

It's the h**ker's cohabitee.

Forensics will be
at the scene today at 4.

Can I go with you?

I grabbed his head.

And I slit his throat.

He started to run...

Towards that tree.

She ran in front of the car.

Move, Woźniak!

Come, come.

I grabbed her,

and cut her throat too.

She fell.

More like that.

When I turned around,

he was not moving any longer.

Stay focused!

That's it.

Thank you, prosecutor.

What the f*ck are you doing?

Who's that?

A rookie.

So I've heard.

-They say you want to leave town.
-Zarzycki.

Got polyps?

This is our version.

Try to keep the whore
out of it. You understand?

Edit and publish it without delay.

-The public can't wait.
-Sure.

The car's waiting, sir.

You know Grochowiak
was popular in the region.

Write a few kind words about him.

Do you have the m*rder w*apon?

He dumped it in the river.

Allegedly.

Get in, Woźniak.

Let's go.

How come?

Is it over?

Yes.

-Thank you.
-Thanks.

I'm sorry.

I can't stop looking.
Your shirt is terribly rumpled.

My wife and I have just moved.

There's a mess everywhere.

I see. You're just starting out.

We're writing the chairman's memoir.

We're summarizing his work
for the voivodship structures.

In the best light, naturally.
Would you like to add something to it?

Like what?

That he was a womanizer?

You know that the perpetrator
has already been caught?

No, I don't. Who is it?

The woman's cohabitee.

I understand my husband's death
was an accident?

Seems like that.

I have nothing to say.

I understand.

-Thank you, ma'am.
-Thank you.

-We won't write about you.
-Thank you.

Good bye.

Come on!

f*ck! Same sh*t each time.

Why have we come here?

Weren't you curious whom the chairman
of the Youth Union was cheating on?

No.

Now that you know,
what do you make of it?

I wonder why he'd cheat
on a woman like that?

See.

-Tomato soup!
-Thank you.

Twice pork patty with beetroots!

-Excuse me!
-Thank you.

-There you go.
-No bread?

It's out.

-Where do you come from?
-Krakow.

From Krakow? Here?

You need to kick off somewhere.

My father's a big sh*t
in the voivodship committee.

I didn't want to be on his string.

How about you?

-Me?
-Where are you from?

I'm from elsewhere,
like everyone here.

Do you think Woźniak did it?

Jealousy is a common motive.

Why are you asking?

I can see you have doubts too.

One man couldn't handle Grochowiak.
He was a huge guy.

Woźniak was arrested
at his home, right?

The very next day.

-He wasn't running, then.
-No.

But he was resisting.

I don't know. I didn't ask. Why?

Couldn't you see he was beaten up?

-What do we do now?
-"We"?

You're going back to the office.

-And you?
-I don't know yet.

By the way, your text
about the heat station was impressive.

MEAT, COLD CUTS, POULTRY

CLOSED

I'm done for today.

-You're late.
-Something came up...

It surely did, my ass.

How much?



You're playing hard.

Sit down.

Where are you going?

Over the Oder?

Who says I am?

Aren't you good with us here?

Like nowhere else in the world.

I know you,
you'll be back in no time.

Maybe.

Mr. Reporter!

You won't hide anything here.

See you next time.

What took you so long, dear?

What do you think?

I've been waiting with dinner.

God! Aren't I tired!

What are you doing?
Get up! Get up!

Sit down comfortably.
You are crushing him.

Or her.

My mom was working
until the very last month,

-and I have to rot here.
-You're fragile.

I'm getting so bored.

There are only three months left.

Look what I've got!

This is
what this neighborhood looked like.

-Really?
-Before they tore it down.

-There's a caption on the back.
-Where did you get it?

Our neighbor brought it,
when she found out I liked photos.

-You haven't gone out today?
-No.

Are you sure?

I've been lying here all day.

I can synopsize
all Tolstoy's works for you.

Great.

Go ahead.

There was something
that overfilled her.

Something superfluous.

It manifested itself
by the flash in her eyes,

and in the gentle smile
on her rubescent lips.

What's wrong?

I don't know.
I don't want it like that.

Like what?

So abrupt.

You've just come in.

I've been waiting with the meal.

Are you mad?

No.

Have I ever made you feel good?

I do feel good with you.

I know.
That's not what I'm asking about.

It doesn't matter much to me.

I love you.

Have something to eat.

THE EVENING COURIER

-Witek!
-Yes.

-How did they end up in that forest?
-Who?

-Grochowiak and that whore.
-He brought her there.

I know, but where did they meet?

-In a brothel.
-A brothel? Which one?

There's only one place
where she could be working.

-Don't you know it yet?
-I don't. I wasn't interested.

Good for you.

So... why were they
f*cking in the woods?

The case is closed, understand?

-Is that what you really think?
-Yes.

Interesting.

Who was it?

Who?

-The one that's just left.
-He ordered an obituary.

May I see it?

Go ahead.

"My eyes became two frozen windows..."

Is it his son?

-What happened with him?
-su1c1de, I guess.

-Did he say why?
-No.

When it gets cleared up,
the BOE will let us know.

Why do you care?

Thank you too!

Good afternoon.

My name is Wanycz.
I'm with the "Courier".

I'd like to speak with you.

-I don't want to.
-Listen.

You visited our office today right?

Come in.

Do you have children?

No, I don't.

You're a lucky guy.

Are you an architect?

What about your wife?

She's dead.

"Naked did I leave my mother's womb,

and naked shall I return to it."

Do you want to see his room?

"My eyes became two frozen windows..."

That's all he left behind.

I haven't touched anything.

When I got back from work,
he was gone.

I thought he went to the forest again.

The one near here?

He must've been meeting
with that girl there.

What girl?

The one that made him jump.

He never spoke about her.

Not a word.

I could feel something
had changed lately.

I had the feeling that...

that he'd become more cheerful.

I really did.

Where does she live?

Nowhere.

She jumped with him.

Good evening.

Good evening.
What will you have?

-Beer, please.
-Domestic, or foreign?

No. Domestic.

-How much?
-90.

Keep the change.

Can you introduce me to a lady?

-What would you like to drink?
-Vermouth.





-What's your name?
-Piotrek.

Piotrek?

Nice, but common.

-Where are you from?
-Krakow.

-A tightwad from Krakow.
-Not at all!

What do you fancy?

I don't know.

How much is a standard...

Standard service?



You'll get a rookie's discount,
plus a room.

How about my place?

You can jerk off in your place.

How come? I've heard some girls
do it outside the hotel.

-Impossible.
-No, it isn't.

How about Lidka?

Do you know her?

End of conversation.

I'm not a cop, I'm a journalist
from the "Courier".

I want to find out
who did it to her.

You're no f*cking journalist!
Leave me alone!

Got a problem, buddy?

No, no, I'm good.

-Are you?
-Yep.

So get the f*ck out of here!

Now!

Let me make it clear
I can't afford a room...

I know. It shows.

Grochowiak could, couldn't he?

Yes.

-So why did they go to the woods?
-Maybe it turned him on?

Why digging into it? You won't
be able to write the truth anyway.

Why did you give me the key
to the room, then?

What time did he come to pick her up?

I don't know.

He waited outside
until she finished work.

What about Woźniak,
that boy of hers?

-What about him?
-What did he say to all this?

He was a nobody.

But he couldn't take it anymore, right?

He k*lled out of jealousy.

Do you love your wife?

Yes.

A lot?

Yes.

Woźniak loved her too.

That's why he did what she told him to.

If she told him to wait
in the bar all night,

he did wait in the bar all night.

He wasn't there in the woods.

Go home, fucker.

You can't afford all this anyway.

Got it?

He was in the bar?

-Not in the woods, right?
-No, he wasn't.

What else do you want?

I told you that...