01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

[ominous music playing]

[footsteps echoing]

[clattering]

- [glass clinks]

- [swallows]

[ominous music intensifies]

[lamp shatters]

[grunts]

[engine revving]

[horn honks]

[brakes screeching]

[panting]

[horn honking]

[engine sputtering]

f*ck! Come on!

f*cking piece of sh*t.

Come on, you f*ck' son of a b*tch!

FEEDBACK

TADEUSZ

CAR REPAIR

Hi. You been waiting long?

Not really.

You told me to try to remember, right?

I found this at the train station.

Piotrek's wallet.

[exhales] And you think that's evidence?

Now that it's all covered

in your fingerprints?

- Piotrek was there.

- Come.

I don't remember how I knew

where they were going,

but I caught up with them.

At the train station.

I saw Piotrek getting dragged

into an underground passage.

One of them stayed behind

and beat the sh*t out of me.

He wore a black mask.

And that's when my wallet must've

fallen out by the Chinese restaurant.

And there's one more important thing.

Piotrek wanted to meet me

because he was afraid of them.

That, I remember perfectly.

He said, "Dad

those people are capable of anything."

After you left yesterday I had a chance to

speak with your daughter-in-law for a bit,

and she couldn't explain something.

Piotrek had a car, right?

Hold on. You don't give a sh*t

about what I'm saying, do you?

Because you've already made up your mind

that I was the one who hurt my son.

She claims that he barely ever drove it

and was always lending it to his friends.

Your daughter-in-law is wondering

where that car is right now.

It is registered in your name, right?

Hey, are you even listening

to what I'm saying?

He was attacked by two guys.

One of them wore a mask.

I didn't see the other one.

He might've had his face covered too.

But they were leading Piotrek

through the station.

He wasn't anywhere near his g*dd*mn car!

Yeah. I know. I know. And we're

gonna check it all out. Believe me.

But if you really wanna help

Eh You might wanna try shedding

some light on the gaps in Piotrek's life.

[scoffs]

Hold on a sec.

You really think that's more important

than the fact that somebody

kidnapped Piotrek in the street?

If you really think somebody hurt him,

we're definitely not gonna find out

anything hanging around the train station.

Our time's better spent

filling in those gaps in his life.

[spoon clinking]

I gave the car to Piotrek right after

you people took my driver's license.

I don't think I have to add why.

- It was a Volvo?

- Yes.

XC90. Metallic paint.

It's a 2007.

- What do those go for today?

- I have no idea.

[spoon clinking]

You're looking for

potential issues, right?

But his only issue is

that he made enemies.

Now, he was afraid of those people,

and he wanted to tell me about it.

Except I can't f*cking remember

who they are or why he was afraid of them.

All I know is that they came for him.

Do you understand?

And I chased them into the station.

That's what you should be focusing on.

Did he ever borrow money from you?

[sighs]

Knock it off, alright?

The other cops already asked me that

when they picked me up.

No. There were never

any arguments about money. Okay?

Piotrek was making a good living.

Look. All I wanna know is if he had any

expensive habits we should know about.

Like what?

He's not into gambling,

or, uh, drugs of any kind,

Or alcohol, for that matter.

And when you were pissed

out of your mind, sleeping around,

and whatever other crap you were doing,

did everyone know about it

or did you at least try

to be a bit discreet?

At least in the beginning.

[exhales deeply]

[Marcin] The biggest mistake

an alcoholic can make

is convincing himself

that he doesn't care about anything.

If you convince yourself

that you never actually cared,

you can absolve yourself of sin.

And after you absolve yourself,

you immediately start drinking again.

Oh, you're gonna get it! Come here, you!

Now!

[Marcin growling]

Come here! Come here!

[cackling]

Ooh! h*! Oh!

[Marcin laughing]

[Ula] It doesn't make any sense.

You say they kidnapped him

and put him in the car, right?

Then later, they give him

a ride to the train station.

And the whole time they're wearing

these stupid masks?

So, what?

They just stopped him to buy him a ticket?

Or maybe the kidnappers

all have monthly passes?

Tell me something, Ula. When did you

become an expert on kidnappings?

- Sorry I'm thinking so logically.

- [Marcin] Yeah, Ula. That's great.

Only problem is

you weren't there, were you?

And Piotrek was afraid of those people.

He knew they wanted to hurt him.

So, why didn't he go to the police?

Why didn't he say anything to anyone?

- He did tell someone.

- Yeah, sure he did. You. Just great.

The guy who can't remember anything.

Are you sure you were even there?

Or is everything you're telling us

just hallucinations from a drunk?

How about this? Did I dream this up?

How do you think that happened? Huh?

- I bash my own head against a wall?

- Maybe.

Everything was going fine. And suddenly

Piotrek disappears and doesn't say a word.

To me, to you, to Kinga, just him.

Mom, this doesn't make any sense.

Ula, please.

We're all on the same side here.

I see. So, you're defending him now?

After everything he did to us?

Ula, I'm really trying here.

I don't know what else you want me to do.

If anything happens to Piotrek,

I will never, ever forgive you.

You understand? Never.

[tense music builds]

[liquid pouring]

[Asia] Marcin.

[music fades out]

[Asia] You have to remember.

Hm.

[Marcin exhales]

Asia, I'll find him.

[lo-fi music playing]

[lo-fi music fades out]

[whirring]

[grunts lightly, inhales]

[grunts]

[woman on PA] from East Warsaw Station

to Skierniewice Station

via stations Pruszkow And Grodz

[breathes deeply]

[sighs]

Listen, guys.

I'm coming here with nothing.

Piotrek's nowhere to be found.

He just disappeared.

To my family, I'm enemy number one.

My wife and daughter

both think it's all my fault.

And now the police are suggesting that

there may be things

we didn't know about him.

That maybe he used drugs or gambled.

But Piotrek isn't like I am.

I know that.

You know, if I'm being

totally honest about this,

he really was a c*ck

little punk of a kid.

When he was a little boy, he

He loved Peter Pan

because he thought it was all about him.

[chuckles]

And for me, that's um

my last completely good memory of my son.

[Jarek] Okay. Shall we take a break

or go right into feeds?

[Marcin] Feeds or feedback.

[Jarek] Who's first?

Yeah.

That's the enlightening part in all this.

- Uh

- [Jarek] Sylvia?

Um, so for Cugus.

[Marcin] Therapy helps us learn things

about ourselves. So, we keep coming.

It's something we all

ran away from our entire lives.

But here, we learn not to run anymore.

We were never taught that as children.

And eventually you'll find someone else.

Thank you. [clears throat]

Um

For Marcin, uh

[Marcin] Of course, the hardest part about

feedback isn't speaking the honest truth,

but hearing it.

I don't think you can assume that your son

is completely different than you are.

First of all,

he's an adult child of an alcoholic.

You can't completely disregard

what the police are saying

just because it doesn't exactly fit

with that nice image

you have of Piotrek in your head.

Thank you, Sylvia.

Okay.

[indistinct chattering]

- [foot scraping]

- [exhales deeply]

[sniffs]

[chairs shuffling]

Please leave.

I just came here to eat something.

I'll call the police.

I swear to you,

I'll just have a bite to eat and take off.

Just do me a small favor.

Can you ask those guys

to sit somewhere else?

Here.

Alright. You can stay.

But you're gonna be sitting right here.

[chair scraping]

I'll have whatever

you recommend, my friend.

- [man 1] Alright. So, what did he do then?

- [man 2] He deleted his online profiles.

He wasn't answering

any of his texts or emails.

Nobody knew what was going on with him.

Except that he took off

for a vacation to Thailand, no less.

- Wow. Well, that's something.

- Excuse me, gentlemen. Sorry.

Hi, by the way.

I just Uh

So, listen. [chuckles]

There's been a bit of a mistake.

I, uh I'd reserved that table.

Well, you'll just have to take it up

with the staff, then.

Yeah. So, anyway, I've already

forgotten all about the guy.

But today I actually bumped

into his sister on the subway, so

I asked her if he had a good time

on his vacation in Thailand.

- And she tells me

- Gentlemen, how 'bout I pay for your meal?

I know it's a little bit weird,

but you'd be doing me a big favor.

Thanks! But we can

afford our own meals. Okay?

- Anyway, so go on.

- So, I ask her how her brother is.

And if he's back from Thailand yet

Look, please, I can't tell you

how important this is.

I really need to sit here.

You understand, don't you?

[man 2] Buddy, you're bothering us.

I'm bothering you, you piece of sh*t?

- Hey!

- Huh? Are you deaf?

Now, get the f*ck outta here!

- All of you! Go on! Get the f*ck out!

- Is everything alright?

Yeah. It's all good now.

These gentlemen

kindly offered to change tables.

I'm terribly sorry. Please.

Let me offer you a meal on the house.

[man 2] You can

shove that meal up your a*s.

[exhales]

[chair scraping]

[silverware clinking]

[chair scraping]

[tense music builds slowly]

[Marcin] Help me remember, Piotrus.

Piotrus Pan!

[chuckling]

Come here.

Hi, son.

Hey, Dad.

Uh-huh.

[chair scraping]

[sighs] Not a bad place.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

See that? Guy looks like

Doctor Pai-Chi-Wo from "Mr. Kleks".

I haven't seen that movie.

How about that guy from

Curse of Snake's Valley?

Think he looks like him?

[Piotr] Mm-hm.

Why you so tense? What's going on?

How's work?

How's Kinga doing?

[Piotr exhales]

Come on, Pioter. Talk to me here.

You're the one who wanted to meet.

I really hate you.

[rock chords reverberating]

[dishes clattering]

Sir, I need you to leave immediately.

[rock chords continue]

[grunts, groaning]

[cuffs rattling]

[groaning]

[Cezary] Thanks. I appreciate it.

[rock chords fade out]

They're letting you go this time.

But get yourself together, man,

because I'm not gonna vouch for you again.

- You got it?

- [exhales sharply]

I was only trying to remember something.

I need to.

You doing anything at all?

All I hear from you is, "Well he's gone,

and he may or may not come back."

"He may have some dark secret.

Blah, blah, blah." You don't give a sh*t.

Only when I bring you a f*cking lead

do you get off your a*s

and briefly check it out.

This might interest you. We spoke to HR

at the IT company your son was working at,

and he gave in his notice two months ago.

Impossible.

You might have to reconsider what

you know about your son, Marcin.

MISSING

PIOTR KANIA

[tape squeaking]

Hello, excuse me. Do you know him?

Do you recognize him?

I don't want any trouble.

What do you mean, trouble?

There's no trouble.

I just wanna to know if you recognize him.

We just wanna find him.

Here. At least take a flyer.

There's a number here.

It's my friend's son.

His family is really worried about him,

and they just wanna find him.

If you could think of anything

that might help, please call them.

[tense music playing]

Do your friends have any idea

that their son is a criminal and a thief?

Jadzia, one thing at a time.

What did she tell you exactly?

[Jadzia] Apparently,

she first saw Piotrek

as he was loitering outside her house.

- [beeping]

- Mm-hmm.

She thought he might be a courier.

Eventually, she asked him

what he was doing there.

He said that he was waiting

for a friend or something.

[exhales]

Few days later,

she was having trouble sleeping.

Uh so, she came downstairs,

and he was in her house.

- She saw him and that scared him off.

- Hold on, Jadzia.

Look. This isn't making any sense.

The kid's a programmer, right?

He works on video games.

He's not a f*ck' burglar.

Think about it for a second.

Also, what would he be doing

in Podkowa Lesna?

Yeah. But it doesn't hurt

to check it out, does it?

I'll send you their address. Okay?

Jadzia, I know you mean well,

but this is totally crazy.

Leave me alone, okay? Please.

I have to go. Good night.

[keys clatter]

[rock music playing on stereo]

[heavy metal playing]

[bass riff playing]

[upbeat rock music playing]

[music fades out]

- That'll be on the third floor.

- Excuse me. Darkcode?

Yep. Take the stairs over there.

Yes. So, they're only open

between 1:00 and 7:00 p.m.

[man] Piotrek handled the analysis of

development needs on all software levels.

Formulation of solutions,

negotiating with partners,

troubleshooting, bug-fixing,

In a nutshell.

So, out of the blue,

he comes in one day and just quits?

Uh, well, he started missing deadlines.

Refused to take constructive criticism

and, in my opinion,

he just lacked a sense of responsibility.

Excuse me, I have to go.

I'm not done with you yet, pal.

Get back here.

Did he start acting different

or out of character recently?

He mention any problems? Or something

he was having trouble dealing with?

All due respect, in my opinion,

it was a simple matter

of him not being mature enough.

I really gotta get going. Sorry.

Is Lolus somewhere here? On this floor?

He hasn't been in for a week.

He's on a medical leave.

[Kinga] If Lolus is lying, I'm sure

it's because Piotrek asked him to.

That's it.

Shoes off.

Seriously, Kinga?

[Kinga] Look.

Nobody kidnapped him, alright?

Why won't you accept that?

People just leave sometimes.

They disappear and don't wanna be found.

Piotrek was seeing someone else. Okay?

And he's probably having

a lot of fun right now.

He's deliriously f*cking happy that

he managed to finally get rid of you all.

Good f*cking riddance, all of you.

Kinga.

Kinga, Piotrek didn't have anyone else.

You're turning this

into a conspiracy theory.

I'm turning it into a conspiracy theory?

[chuckles] Have you heard yourself lately?

Except I saw it myself.

- [Kinga] Yeah?

- Yeah.

Then tell me something.

Right before he disappeared,

he wired 100 grand to our joint account

with a message saying, "I'm sorry."

Why would he do that? Huh?

And before that, why was he always

going to help his senile old teacher?

Or shall I say his lover?

I don't know what more you need to hear.

[liquid pouring]

[glass clinking]

Bet you'd love a drink. Huh?

Tell me about this teacher.

What's her name?

He say anything else about her?

Seriously? There is no teacher.

He took that old car of his

out of the garage

and said he was driving her

to doctor's appointments

and helping her out

with some tenant issues.

It was a bunch of bullshit.

She doesn't exist.

He just made her up for an excuse.

Because you know what?

He's exactly like his daddy is.

Thank you.

Do you know where that car is now?

- Can you just get outta here?

- [chuckles lightly]

[mysterious music playing]

TADEUSZ AUTO REPAIR

[exhales]

LAST CALLS: KARŁOWICZ

[line ringing]

Yes. Hello. I'm calling to find out if,

in the last several weeks,

you might've worked on a Volvo XC90?

Hm?

Metallic, 2007.

Thank you.

No. I don't know if it's been picked up.

Alright. I'll wait. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, but don't you have some kind

of system to check which shop in Warsaw

could've imported parts

for that particular model?

I don't think I'm asking

the impossible here.

Really? And you can't even check for me?

Is that too f*cking much to ask?

Yeah. Sure. Fine. Thanks.

Thanks for nothing.

[phone buzzing]

Hello?

Yeah. Yes, yes. I called.

It would've been about two weeks ago.

[tense music playing]

[mysterious music playing]

WORLD OF TOBACCO

PODKOWA LESNA

BEETLE GROCERY STORE

BEETLE GROCERY STORE

PODKOWA LESNA

WORLD OF TOBACCO

PODKOWA LESNA

[man] Forget something?

You remember where

it might've been towed from?

An intersection in Podkowa.

[coughs, clears throat]

Need a ride?

- No, thanks. I'm not going far.

- Call me tomorrow, then.

Yeah. Thanks.

[truck engine turns over]

[tense music playing]

[door creaks]

- Stay.

- [gate creaks]

[dog whimpers]

- Hey. How ya doin'?

- Move over.

[scoffs]

Jadzia, they took away

my driver's license,

not my ability to drive. Alright?

Either you move over and let me drive

or we're taking my car.

Non-negotiable.

[scoffs]

[chuckles lightly]

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

Look. I'm sorry to bother you.

- I'm Piotrek Kania's father.

- [woman] Who?

The boy who's gone missing.

The one you recognized from the poster

I was putting up at the train station.

Piotrek apparently broke into your house.

[man] Who is it?

Parents of the kid.

- [Marcin sighs]

- Thank you, but we don't drink.

Did my son ever break into your house?

Darling, come over here for a minute.

Look.

Yes. That's definitely him.

And did you report it to the police?

- I wanted to

- [man coughs]

Excuse me.

[man clears throat] You know

Forgive me for being blunt,

but we're fairly wealthy people and, uh

we didn't want any unnecessary trouble.

And besides [chuckles]

what could he have stolen here?

[Marcin] Hmm.

I'm not stupid.

I don't keep money around the house.

So then what was my son doing here?

[Marcin exhales]

It's highly likely that

my friend's son was hurt.

Did you notice anything?

Nothing happened to him here.

[Marcin] I hate this f*ck' as*h*le.

Because he can drink, and I can't.

Even though I want it, I need it.

And without it, I'm just going

through life like I'm crossing the desert,

thirsty, feverish, and dying a slow death.

And he can just drink

to his heart's content.

[woman] Would you like

something to drink, gentlemen?

Goska, cut it out.

That's all I know.

Are you sure you don't want anything?

f*ck off, alright?

Would you, please?

[man 2] He tried once before

and screwed up, so he came back.

Except this time Bugajski caught him.

Alright.

You gonna take care of him?

Come on.

Let's go.

What do you do,

if you don't mind my asking?

None of your business.

Is it that big a secret?

[man grunts lightly]

[chuckles lightly] I get it now.

You two are journalists, right?

Yeah, that guy who's been calling me.

He was the one who sent you, isn't he?

It's getting late.

I think you should leave now.

[man] I never stole anything from anyone.

Nobody helped me out. Not even my brother.

Please. We'd like you to leave now.

[man] This is none of your business,

so keep your nose out

Listen to me, you f*ck.

My son is not a burglar or a thief.

Are we clear?

He's just a normal young kid.

- What son?

- What was he doing here?

Tell me what my son

was doing in your house

before I beat the sh*t out of you!

That wasn't your f*cking son, was it?

- Please. Just get out of here. Alright?

- Marcin!

Marcin. Marcin. Let's go!

[Marcin breathing heavily]

Those people definitely could use

some professional help.

[line ringing]

You said before that you found

a bunch of receipts in the car

from gas stations and shops in Podkowa.

And that's where

they towed the car from. Right?

So, he had to have

gone there for a reason.

Did he have a friend there?

Could he have been having an affair?

He told his wife that he was going

to help some senile old teacher of his.

But she says he was going there

to get some action on the side.

Did she say anything else?

No. Just that he was supposedly

helping out with some tenant issues.

And he was driving her

to doctor's appointments.

He didn't happen to have

mentioned her name, did he?

Piotrek was probably

only saying what was convenient.

And we're both well aware

of that trick, aren't we?

- And where was he towed from exactly?

- From Turkusowa Street.

Hmm Well, let's go, then.

Where to?

Just come.

[tense music playing]

[Jadzia] She's kind of a local celebrity.

Well, celebrity's a strong word.

Some might say

she's more of a sh*t-disturber.

Depends on who you ask.

Orszanska fights for tenants' rights

in Warsaw and in Podkowa.

She's made a lot of enemies,

but for a good cause.

MISSING

PIOTR KANIA

[intercom ringing]

You sure this is the place?

[intercom ringing]

[gate clanking]

Come on!

[Marcin sighs]

- [doorbell chimes]

- Jadzia, there's nobody here.

She might be sleeping.

We'll just wake her up.

- [knocking]

- [Marcin sighs]

[knocking]

[man] Hello. What are you doing here?

- Visiting a friend.

- [man] At this hour?

Excuse me. What business is that of yours?

Do you live here?

[man] Your friend isn't home, ma'am.

Are you gentlemen

friends of Mrs. Orszanska?

Jadzia.

[man] It's just that

there's been a lot of burglaries here.

Please leave.

Jadzia. Jadzia, give it a rest.

Excuse me. Are you gentlemen

some kind of neighborhood watch?

Jadzia!

[tense music builds]

[grunting]

[thudding]

[groaning]

[shouting]

[man] You still have

a daughter, don't you?

Now mind your own

f*ck' business or else.

[panting]

[grunts]

Jadzia.

Jadzia.

[music intensifies]

[shouts] Jadzia!

[tense music fades out]

[lo-fi music playing]