01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

- [Marcin grunting]

- [ominous music playing]

Okay. Jadzia.

Hey! Hang on, okay?

[grunting]

Hey.

[panting]

[Marcin] f*ck.

Jadzia, can you hear me?

- Jadzia?

- [moans]

[moaning]

[groans]

Hospital!

- f*ck!

- [engine revving]

[horn honking]

f*ck.

Jadzia, we're almost there.

Get a doctor!

Hurry!

Get a doctor!

[exhales sharply]

INTENSIVE CARE

[Marcin] Jadzia.

Jadzia

Jadzia

[man] You still have

a daughter, don't you?

[groans]

[man] Now mind your own

f*ck' business or else.

[Marcin] Jadzia!

[exhales]

[Marcin] Someone!

Help!

[Piotr] This is your fault.

I hate you.

- [grunts]

- [clanging]

[Piotr] You have no idea

what kind of people they are.

They can k*ll you just like that.

[breathing heavily]

They're untouchable.

[Marcin grunting forcefully]

FEEDBACK

[rock music playing]

Hey, listen. I'll be, uh

I'll be right back.

Lukasz!

How you guys doin'? Looking good!

Listen. I'll be back in a minute, alright?

Sorry.

Hey, you feel like a drink?

So, the cops bust into the hotel room.

Right? They ask, "What's going on here?"

And we go,

"Gentlemen, don't f*cking interrupt!

- "The Calgary Olympic Games are on."

- Yeah?

"And we're the f*ck' Jamaican

bobsled team, so just be irie, man!"

[both laughing]

You also had that hit song.

What was it called?

Ah It's on the tip of my tongue.

"I Love You Like Russia".

- Yes! [laughs]

- Yeah, that's it.

A lot of people said it was

kinda cheesy but I liked it.

And, uh Overall,

I thought it was romantic.

Mmm? So, uh, how would you like me

to tell you a funny little story? Huh?

And, uh, nobody really knows about this.

But, "I Love You Like Russia"

is my song.

Your song?

- Mm-hmm.

- [chuckles]

I played it once at a rehearsal,

and everyone loved it!

Except Zbyszek, of course, because

he thought it was a piece of f*ck' sh*t.

"Who the f*ck loves Russia, anyway?"

But he ate those words

when our album went platinum.

Right to the top.

Wow. Great.

You know what? I lost my friend somewhere.

There's some drama going on.

See you later, okay?

All right. I'll be right here.

Right, um Right here.

- Marcin f*cking Kania!

- There he is! Zbychu! [chuckles]

- f*ck' guy!

- You just about k*lled me! Woah, whoa!

You get your f*cking teeth done?

Or did you rip them all out

and get f*ck' dentures?

What can I say, man?

The people still love me.

You f*cking believe that?

After all this time.

Come on, man!

Let's do some shots and get shitfaced.

- And

- Zbychu, a birthday toast!

Let's get f*cked up!

Yeah! Mmm!

[glass shatters]

- Yeah!

- [laughs]

- [glass shatters]

- f*ck!

[both grunt]

- Hey, you old b*stard!

- Robercik!

Hey, Zbychu!

What do you say to some powdered coffee?

[rock music playing]

[inhales sharply]

[no audible dialogue]

Come on!

[laughing]

[no audible dialogue]

[club music playing]

The f*ck you lookin' at?

- Hey, dude. C'mon.

- Who f*cking sent you?

Hey. f*ck off!

- [grunting]

- It's cool.

- Whoa! What are you doing?

- Hey! Hey! I'm cool. I'm cool.

- Just stop following me, alright?

- It's cool.

Ah we got him! We got him!

- [clapping]

- Yeah!

[music ends]

[grunting softly]

[groaning lightly]

Get up.

I said wake up.

[exhales]

Hmm.

[Marcin] Piotrus

I'm not feeling so hot. Just

let me sleep a bit.

Hmm.

[Marcin groans lightly]

[rock music playing]

[Marcin] Turn that off!

Are you f*cking deaf? Turn if off!

[music stops]

[grunts]

I'm not leaving

until you agree to get treatment.

Hmm.

Piotrus

Get me, uh

Get me somethin' to drink, will ya?

Ahh.

Uh.

Either you agree to get help

or you have to move out.

Hmm.

And if you don't, then,

Mom and Ula are gonna move out,

and you can drink yourself to death.

- Ugh.

- And it won't even take all that long.

Hang on a minute,

what's the problem here, son?

I just went a little overboard.

That's all.

Give me the water. Alright?

This is a list

of treatment centers in Warsaw.

Are are you serious?

Piotrus

It was Zbyszek's birthday yesterday.

We partied hard. I'm sorry. I overdid it.

But I really don't think

you have to turn it into such a big deal.

Do do do you think I don't

notice when you've been drinking, Dad?

Mm.

Ever since I can remember,

you've always been loaded.

Mm?

When was the last time

you were sober for two days? Hmm?

Or even one day?

Hm! And you say you don't have a problem.

Mm There never was

a c*ck boy than Peter Pan.

Stop. Stop quoting Peter Pan.

You're not funny. Just f*cking stop!

Listen.

This is my home.

And you have no right

making any demands, you got that?

You wanna f*cking boss me around?

Is that it?

Then have me f*cking committed.

Go ahead. Good luck.

- Now give me that f*cking water.

- Nothing gets through to you, huh?

You have no idea

what you're doing to us. Here, f*ck you.

[breathing heavily]

For your information,

when you stumbled in here last night,

you were yelling and screaming

some kind of bullshit

about everyone being against you, and

Ula was trying to calm you down.

And you know what?

You f*cking hit her.

Your own f*cking daughter.

Huh.

[ambient sounds swelling]

Alright. So, your daughter gave us a list,

uh of some of your son's friends.

We haven't been able

to talk to all of them.

But the one we're most interested in is,

uh, Krystian Lolewski.

Yeah.

Lolus, huh.

Unfortunately,

he wasn't at his current address,

so we checked his mother's place,

and he wasn't there either.

What about Orszanska?

You been there?

And our next issue, uh

We're gonna need details

about Piotr's social media accounts.

The IT expert couldn't find anything.

Looks like his computer was wiped.

Piotrek never had

any kind of social media.

I don't understand why we're sitting here

talking about Lolus and social media.

If anyone knows anything,

it would be Orszanska.

Her neighbors haven't seen her

for the past few days.

We're trying to locate her.

So, suddenly, everyone

just f*cking vanished into thin air?

Is that what you're saying?

Explain to me how you plan to find Piotrek

if you can't locate anyone?

[Asia] Ula and I tried

to find information on her.

[Ula] Yeah, but there's

not a whole lot out there.

I found a few articles in the press.

Uh, about her heading up

some kind of tenants' association.

She was arrested a few times

after some protests.

And she replaced that woman,

the one who was burnt alive

in the Kabacki forest.

Mm. Kalska.

- Yeah.

- I'm familiar with the case.

But Piotrek never even mentioned her.

He also didn't mention that he hadn't been

working for the past two months.

[breathes deeply]

Czarek. Come on. Let's go to Podkowa. Now.

We'll go back to Podkowa

when we have something concrete.

Okay. Hold on! A woman in hospital

with a broken jaw and a concussion,

that isn't concrete enough for you?

It would be if you provide us

with descriptions of who did it.

That would definitely help.

How many times do I have to tell you

they were wearing black masks. Remember?

What more can I f*ck' describe?

Their eye color? Their shoe size?

If you really wanna help, it would be

great if you could locate Piotr's friend.

Mm-hmm.

Mm. Tell him to come

into the police station.

Explain something to me.

What are you even doing here?

I told you they threatened me.

Actually, we're doing quite a bit more

than we usually do

for a missing persons case.

You're not doing sh*t! I have to give you

everything on a platter. Everything.

The train station, the masks,

the wallet, Podkowa. Everything.

I even had to find

Piotrek's f*cking car on my own!

You remember us talking

about your son's car?

I do.

You told me to find the car. And I did

because you couldn't be bothered.

Then later, you asked about

the business card in the wallet.

I said it didn't matter anymore.

We actually found the car

in a repair shop in Ursus.

You're really something, Karlowicz,

you know that?

I put in a call to you.

But you didn't pick up.

Yeah, and I called you back.

Don't you remember?

[ominous music plays]

[phone buzzing]

Hi, Czarek.

[Marcin] Thanks.

Marcin, is there something

you're not telling me?

[inhales deeply]

[exhales sharply]

Maybe it'd be best if you and Ula

stayed in a hotel for a little while.

- Huh?

- Why should we?

I don't know, just in case.

We don't know who we're dealing with here.

We have no idea

what they might be capable of.

- I just wanna be extra cautious.

- Wait a minute.

What if Piotr

What if they don't find him?

[exhales]

No, that's impossible.

It is possible.

Impossible.

- [woman] Good morning.

- Hello.

[dramatic musical flourish]

[muttering indistinctly]

[sobs]

[continues sobbing]

[woman] Are you looking for someone?

Uh, no.

Brought you some crossword puzzles.

But I can see you already have a few.

These are better, actually.

Here you go.

Huh.

I'm so sorry, Jadzia.

For dragging you into this. I'm sorry.

I've already given the police

descriptions of those m*therf*ckers.

But, as I suspected,

they don't think I'm a reliable source.

So they're gonna wanna talk to you.

Do you think you might

be able to describe them?

Bugajscy.

Hold on. Say that for me again.

Mm. Bugajscy

Bugajscy? No, I'm not asking about them.

I'm asking about those two guys.

At Orszańska's. Do you remember them?

The ones who attacked us.

Don't you remember?

Jadzia.

I'm gonna catch those f*ck' assholes.

They're gonna pay

for what they did. I swear.

[Jadzia] Mm.

[somber music builds slowly]

[intercom chiming]

Hello, is anyone there? Hello?

I'm Piotrek Kania's father.

I wanted to talk. Hello?

[sighs deeply]

Mmm.

Get cleaned up and go to the store.

There, I made a list.

Don't.

Why are you being like this? Huh?

I'm trying here. I really am.

I'll believe you're really trying

when you get some professional help.

Asia. I don't need some shrink

explaining to me why alcohol is bad.

- Do you think I'm blind?

- [sighs]

Huh? You think I don't know

that this has gone foo far?

So get help, then.

[sighs]

Guys, hey. Have I not done something?

Huh? Do I look like some wino

living on the street?

I just had to get a grip, that's all.

Haven't I done that? Huh?

I haven't had so much as a beer

in the last two months.

Things are good.

Your father's going to the store.

Do you need anything?

I don't have a father.

You seriously surprised?

Alright, listen.

I know. I know this is all my fault.

But, guys, please. It's it's Easter.

Either you get professional help

or there's nothing else to talk about.

So you want me to go

right this very second?

Or is it alright

if I get the shopping done first?

So, you'll go to therapy?

Yes! If that's what it takes

to satisfy all of you, I'll go! Yes!

When?

[sighs]

I'll go after Easter.

[hard rock music playing]

[cart clanging]

What's up, Robercik?

I'm out shopping.

Yeah? So, what do you care?

You know my situation.

I might be able to sit down for a coffee.

Look! Just leave me alone. Alright?

[Marcin] Life without drinking

is horrific.

Because it's an existence

that requires constant refraining.

Constant abstaining.

The tension on your muscles is t*rture.

Your inner voice

always saying, ''No. No. No.''

Constantly denying yourself something

you know will bring you instant relief

and let you smile again.

[line ringing]

[exhales]

[line clicks]

Asia, hey.

Uh, what was I supposed to get again?

[Asia] I gave you a list.

Well, can't you just tell me?

Unsalted butter,

baking soda, baking powder,

apples, flour, eggs, onions,

yeast, uh and rectified spirit.

What do you need the spirit for?

The cake.

What did you think?

[Marcin] Dumb, dumber, dumbest.

Bad, terrible, the worst.

Two months of hiding and sneaking around.

Two months of sweating, pain,

convulsions, with no reward.

I can try to be nice and

helpful but, in the end,

I'll just get kicked in the gut again.

How many times can you apologize or beg?

Sometimes, I think,

''Why should I believe them?''

Maybe I never hit her at all.

Maybe they're lying to me?

Taking advantage of my situation

and using it as an excuse to kick me out.

As if that's not possible?

Like some families wouldn't do that?

No. It's not that I'm not good enough.

It's that I'm too good.

["Lust For Life" by Iggy Pop playing]

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Here comes Johnny Yen again ♪

With the liquor and drugs ♪

And the flesh machine ♪

He's gonna do another striptease ♪

[song ends]

RESTAURAN

ICON OF THE TENANTS' MOVEMENT,

MAŁGORZATA KALSKA, FOUND DEAD

PRESS SECRETARIES REFUSE

TO GIVE ANY INFORMATION

[pop song playing on radio]

[woman] Can I get you anything?

I'll have a schnitzel, a Coke,

and two shots of vodka.

- Bring the shots first, please.

- Okay.

BURNT BODY WAS FOUND IN THE KABACKI FORES

[phone buzzing]

[exhales deeply]

Look who's here.

Sorry, guys. Do we know each other?

Kania, are you for real?

Tomeczek? [laughs]

Come here.

[laughing]

[Marcin] Hey!

We're in Wilanow.

Classy, gentlemen. f*cking classy.

Sławus has done well for himself, huh?

- Slawus!

- Marcin Kania!

You are a sight for sore eyes!

[laughing] Come here, you nut job.

- Marcin, long time no see.

- Hey

- I occasionally hear from Zbyszek.

- You guys are still friends?

Yeah. Of course we are.

We got a lot in common.

You know, Zbyszek is a great guy.

- Mm-hmm.

- His last album was pretty

It's f*ck' terrible is what it is.

The old stuff was great.

You know, from the first album.

Do you know why they were great?

Because you f*cking wrote them.

- [laughs]

- Thanks but I just played the bass. Hm!

[pop song playing over speakers]

Zbyszek tells me you've written songs.

Beautiful melodies.

But you keep them locked away.

- And you only play them when you're drunk.

- [both chuckling]

Says you'd be a billionaire

if you weren't so shy.

Do me a favor and get me another drink,

would you, Slawus?

[chuckling]

What are you doing now, Marcin?

Working on a new album?

Nah!

I've Invested some money.

Not a fortune, of course.

I'm just dabbling a bit.

- So, what's this new investment?

- Ah. Apartments.

Huh.

[Slawus] Zbyszek helped you

with those investments, right?

Those apartments that you bought?

It's all bullshit and ancient history.

It wasn't that long ago.

It's not bullshit.

What was it?

About five years ago?

- Hold on. Mm.

- [phone buzzing]

Mmm

Hello?

Mm-hmm.

The world is made of

faith and trust and pixie dust.

[laughing] Piotrus!

Hello?

Piotr Piotrus?

Hm.

Mm?

[chuckles]

I'll tell you, Marcin,

'cause you might not know this.

But all this property business

that Zbyszek does, he does with me.

Mm-hmm.

This was my idea.

Meaning what?

You have an apartment on Ochota.

Don't you?

Yeah. Two even.

[chuckling quietly]

We were the ones who reclaimed

the lots for this investment.

And now we're sitting on the board.

What a small, small, small, small world.

[laughing]

Mm.

[woman] Marcin

- Hey

- [exhales]

- Marcin

- [echoing] What's up, man? Get up.

[distant] Get a hold of yourself.

Hey, have a shot. You'll feel better.

Hey!

- [exhales]

- [woman] Marcin

Hey, get up

- [man] Hey!

- [glass clinks]

[tense music playing]

[upbeat music playing]

Why are you staring at me like that?

Hey! You deaf?

Are you deaf?

You fat f*ck!

Get the

Get the f*ck off me!

Get the f*ck off! f*ck' prick!

[groaning softly]

The door! Marcin, out the door!

[Marcin vomiting]

[groans]

- [grunts]

- Here.

Huh? Huh? This'll make you feel better.

Snort it. Snort it.

[sniffs]

Here. Grab a second helping.

[sniffing]

[grunts]

[chuckles softly]

It's great to see you, Robercik!

[laughing]

[Robercik laughing] Listen.

Kania, f*ck, I can't believe

you picked a fight

at Slawek Kurzyna's house.

You're gonna have to apologize

to a few very important people.

They just realized that

that I'd seen through them.

And they wanted to stop me.

From doing what? The f*ck are you saying?

We need to pick up some groceries.

Let's go for a drink. Huh?

Then, head to my place.

You can get some rest and wash up a bit.

And then go back to your family

for Easter breakfast.

Baking soda, spirits, tinfoil, and yeast.

All the f*cking stores are closed.

- How much are they paying you for this?

- What?

You cut some kind

of f*ck' deal with them?

- No. Stop it.

- How much are they paying you for this?

f*ck. You know what?

You're f*cking unbelievable!

I'm just trying to f*ck' get you home.

- I'm trying to f*ck' help.

- f*ck! How much?!

- [grunting]

- Knock it off! Ah! Marcin, please!

[tires squealing]

[ethereal music playing]

[birds chirping]

[grunts]

[sighs]

[knocking]

[somber music playing]

Did we take any mugs from home? Huh?

Or glasses at least?

Listen, if you want something

from home just call me. Okay?

We don't want you just showing up.

It'd be best if you just

forgot the address.

Don't have to be so c*ck

about this Peter Pan, seriously!

Have a seat.

I'll make some tea, and we can talk.

- Feel like some takeout?

- You even hear what I'm saying?

Piotrus.

Wait.

I know, uh

I know you tried to let me know

how bad I was being.

But I see it now.

And I'll get the help I need.

I'm gonna fix everything, I swear it.

Hm? I promise.

Mm.

See ya, Dad.

See ya.

THE PUPPET THEATRE

[sighs]

[Marcin] Hi, I'm Marcin.

And I'm an alcoholic.

[sighs] I've been sober for a month.

This is my first time here.

I've been through detox.

And I'm still looking for answers.

That's why I'm here.

[sighs]

[sniffs]

After my last bender,

I was in an accident.

My friend Robercik was driving.

Car flipped over.

[exhales]

And it's all my fault because none of this

would've happened if I hadn't called him.

And I don't remember what happened.

But he was definitely driving too fast.

And, um unfortunately,

he suffered a fractured spine.

[exhales]

[keys clatter]

[grunts] Christ, Marcin!

I'm sorry, Kinga.

I didn't mean to startle you.

I thought you might be here, but

didn't wanna let me in.

- I don't wanna let you in!

- Kinga, I need to find Lolus.

Help me find him, and I'll leave.

[Kinga sighs]

Kinga, please. I don't know what you think

Piotrek did, but it's not true. Alright?

He didn't cheat on you.

That teacher really exists! I swear!

She really exists. Listen.

Just listen. It's true, okay.

Her name's Bozena Orszanska.

She's some older lady, and I don't know

why Piotrek didn't tell you everything.

Just so you know, I'm calling the cops.

This woman is the head of some association

made up of people who are against

privatizing apartment buildings.

And I don't know yet

what Piotrek had to do with all that,

but I know she was the one

who got him mixed up in something.

Piotrek didn't cheat on you.

There was no one else.

Someone just hurt him. I swear.

[woman] 911, What's your emergency?

Hello?

Sorry, wrong number.

And?

Lolus might know something,

but he dropped off the face of the Earth.

- What about his mother?

- Cops already went to see her.

How hard did they try? [sighs]

'Cause she sure as sh*t

kept him away from being an adult.

So, keeping him away from the police

would be piece of cake for her.

I've sent you a pin.

[phone buzzing]

Thank you.

Give me back your key and get out.

[keys jangling]

[keys clatter]

[Lolus grunts]

[groans]

- It's not my fault! Okay?

- Shut up, punk!

[grunts] Piotrek asked me

not to say anything.

Yeah? Well now, Piotrek has

no f*ck' say in the matter.

- Karlowicz isn't here.

- What do you mean?

He isn't here. Come back tomorrow.

- [scoffs]

- I'll just come back tomorrow.

I swear.

Shut the f*ck up and sit down.

Sit down!

[beeping]

Hey. What day is it?

As in day of the week?

Sunday.

Alright. C'mon. Come on!

My mother said she's got cancer.

[sighs] Things aren't looking too good.

Actually, they're, uh

They're bad.

And I'm not gonna lie

[Marcin] Czarek!

[man] Um

Uh

I had a few drinks

before coming here today.

And

I just don't want anything

to do with this. That's all.

You don't want anything to do with what?

Tell him what Piotrek told you.

[sniffs]

f*cking talk!

[exhales deeply]

He said he's working

for some organization.

A tenants' association or something.

And that he has to help them

or there'd be more dead bodies.

That the woman they found all burnt

in the forest was just the beginning.

And how was Piotrek supposed to help them?

[sighs] Piotrek's

a f*ck' amazing programmer.

So, he was supposed to help them with

anything that has to do with computers.

That's all he said to me.

And that's the last time

I heard from him. I swear.

[Marcin] So?

Is that finally concrete enough for you?

[Cezary] It's not necessarily linked.

Not necessarily?

My point is that we have to

walk in there with an open mind,

so let me do the talking.

[scoffs]

Don't go mentioning masks,

kidnapping or as*ault.

And that's if anyone's even there at all.

Czarek. My son suddenly quits his job,

gets involved with

some tenants' association,

gets kidnapped from the street,

I get assaulted outside the house

of the boss of that association.

Then, they threaten to hurt my daughter.

And you think this is all

some huge f*cking coincidence?

In my job it's never a good thing

to assume you know everything.

So don't assume you know anything.

That's all I'm saying.

Can you just explain something?

Help me understand.

When you drive your car, you put your life

in the hands of some saint. Don't you?

Because your driving skills

aren't good enough. Right?

You're not the one actually driving.

It's Saint f*cking Christopher

who's doing the driving.

You might as well down a f*ck'

bottle of scotch or put on a blindfold.

But when you're actually working a case,

you think that analyzing

completely obvious cause-and-effect

relationships is unnecessary.

That's not assuming. It's f*cking logic!

When people sober up,

they start to remember things.

Things that were hidden by their drinking.

Some people find pills helpful.

Others CrossFit.

Most of us just start drinking again.

I tend to lean on whatever is closest.

Man, I don't give a f*ck about

what works for you, what doesn't.

I don't give a sh*t

what you do about your drinking.

But what I do care about is

what you're doing with my son's case.

And in my opinion, that's where you keep

relying on some invisible f*ck' faith.

And you think that I

I don't know, made it all up?

Or that none of it is connected.

[scoffs]

Alright. This is it.

[doorbell ringing]

[door creaks open]

Hello. Cezary Karlowicz, Criminal Bureau

of the National Police Headquarters.

Um, my mom's not here,

and she won't be home today.

Can we come in?

Do you have to?

Be easier if we did.

It shouldn't take too long.

My mom already told the police everything.

Our lawyer can confirm it.

She acted in self-defense.

She didn't attack first.

- We're here about a different case.

- Ms. Ewa?

My name is Marcin Kania,

and this is about my son, Piotrek.

Piotrek worked for the organization

that your mother runs.

My mom doesn't run

any organization anymore.

She's in the hospital.

- She had a stroke.

- [sighs]

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thank you.

Can you tell me how Piotrek got involved

with the association, what he did there?

Ms. Ewa?

I don't know.

I think he found Mom on Facebook.

Piotrek wasn't on Facebook,

or any other social media for that matter.

What exactly did he help you with?

I'm just curious. Mm.

Hypothetically,

if Piotrek wasn't from a rich family,

would you still be here

with his working-class father

asking me all these questions?

Piotrik's family reported him missing.

I'm doing everything I can to find him.

And I'm not interested in

the family's financial situation.

What I am interested in

is what you know about Piotrek Kania.

[distant dog barking]

[Marcin] Ms. Ewa.

All I'm asking here

is to have a conversation about my son.

That is the only reason we're here. Okay?

We, uh noticed that

the last few months Piotrek

I don't know,

drifted apart from his family.

And your mother's association

is the only part of his life

we didn't know anything about.

We had no idea

that he was interested in these things.

What "things" do you mean?

Give me an example.

Like people getting evicted

onto the street?

All I wanna know is, you may have gotten

to know a few things about him

in the last few months

that we knew nothing about.

And maybe you could help us find him.

Piotrek handled everything

having to do with computers.

I guess he was looking

for purpose in life, I dunno.

It just happened to be us.

After Kalska's death,

my mother took over everything.

The entire association

was like a bunch of lost children.

The average age was 70.

Piotrek saw that we were having trouble

handling it and wanted to help us somehow.

So, he volunteered

to set up a website for us

and uploaded all the documents

about ill*gal reprivatization.

[Cezary] I know about Kalska's case.

I may even have spoken to your mother.

My mother told you everything.

She gave you names

of specific people and specific places.

A lot of good it did her.

Nothing ever happened!

Ms. Ewa, can we get back to Piotrek?

Did you also take bribes

from the town hall?

My sole reason for coming here today

was to talk about Piotrek Kania.

His father is here on behalf of a family.

And you're not helping the situation.

They smashed our windows.

Threw firecrackers

and set fire to our front door.

Mom was beaten up at the train station.

She was saved by a transit worker.

All the big newspapers printed articles

that were paid for by developers.

They said my mother was deceiving

the Social Insurance Institution.

That she took out loans

in my grandma's name.

That she's a drunk.

And a convicted criminal.

And you knew all about it.

[Marcin] Ms. Ewa, please.

Let's get back to Piotrek.

Who k*lled Kalska? Who pays for all this?

Who's kicking people out onto the street?

You knew everything,

and you did nothing about it!

Miss, I came here

to have a civil conversation.

But I can just as easily

bring you down to the station

and have you answer my questions there.

It's up to you. Now what'll it be?

Get the f*ck out.

Get out of my house now!

Just so you know,

my friend is in the hospital too.

We were assaulted here,

outside your house.

Probably by the same people

who attacked your mother at

the train station and kidnapped Piotrek.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

I'm begging you, please. What do you know?

What do you know about my son?

Why don't you ask Homer Zork?

Who's Homer Zork?

Never mind.

You couldn't just have

a normal conversation?

You had to provoke her?

Don't worry, I'll get a warrant.

That won't be a problem.

What's so f*ck' funny?

In case you hadn't noticed,

she knows where your son is.

[pensive music playing]

You can all imagine what a nightmare

the last few days have been for me.

I'm sure you all noticed

the state I was in. Right?

But now, for the very first time

I get the feeling that

Piotrek will be found.

I mean, I know it.

I just do, and that's that.

This absolute certainty

It's like something

I've never felt before, and

I just know we'll all be together again.

All of us.

And thank you for your support,

for your kind words, the posters

That's it.

[phone ringing]

- [grunts softly]

- [ringing continues]

[sighs]

Yeah. It's me. You called? What's up?

Forest ranger found him.

[tense music builds slowly]

[exhales]

You need to identify him.

[sniffs]

[sobbing softly]

[crying]

[tense music builds to crescendo]

[lo-fi music playing]