HOUND'S HILL
Paleface!
Why is he so happy?
I think he likes you.
He feels safe around you.
-You think so? -Mm-hmm.
Do you?
Do I what?
Do you feel safe with me?
Would you defend me?
From a boar?
Do you?
Do I what?
Do you like me?
Hey, Seba, watch out!
Gizmo!
Seba!
Fox!
What do you see there, Sebek?
They just come to him.
Cats, dogs, foxes.
Maybe they can feel his love.
Do you?
Do I what?
Do you love me?
Paleface, fox.
Sebek!
-Seba, come on! -Seba!
Seba, come on!
Seba!
DIED AGE 38 ON JULY 29TH
"For dust you are and to dust you will return."
May the Lord let you drink,
"from the spring of the water of life."
Sebastian is no longer suffering. He's in the Lord's house.
It's a terrible tragedy that has befallen us all.
We don't understand it.
Only God does.
There is only one answer to this.
One saving grace.
Love.
Friendship.
That's where God is.
In the love that stands against evil.
Sebastian.
Rest in peace.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
It's so damn sad.
It's not sad. There's no word for it.
Who's that?
Jarecki. A buddy from way back.
My deepest condolences.
We're so very sorry. Our condolences.
I used to be Daria's friend, a long time ago.
That's nice.
I saw Sebastian before he died.
Yep, you did.
And now he's dead.
What are you staring at?
Everyone knows everything.
I didn't do anything wrong.
Did you hear that, Mom?
This man didn't do anything wrong.
He just wrote a very popular book.
About us.
And about Sebastian.
Yet he didn't even fucking talk to us.
They show up in pj's and talk bullshit about feeling sorry.
My sister is lying in the grave
Do you know for sure?
And what is your sister doing?
Do you know for sure?
My sister is lying in the grave
I know that for sure
And what is your sister doing?
Do you know for sure?
URŁAŁCKIE FABLES
GIZMO THE BRAVE
How beautiful.
Yeah,
except the Germans will soon come and buy it all.
Johann,
seriously speaking,
this land could also be put out to tender.
For now, we're building a hotel.
Now, damn it, tell me how to do this.
I only shoot when I play video games with my son.
-So? -Brace it.
Eye against the scope.
Take a breath.
-Aim. -I fucking got it.
Press.
Filip Bernat, age 62.
All teeth and fingernails had been pulled out.
Hypothermia.
Extreme dehydration, sepsis.
Shall I read everything?
Cause of death?
I put "sepsis." What else?
May I?
Come on…
And these wounds?
Tied up hands and legs, but he didn't die from that.
Forceful blows with a blunt object to the shins and toes.
In my opinion, just to knock him down.
Some undigested meat in the stomach.
You said he was starved.
I said "some." A teaspoonful. No more than that.
Definitely raw and not minced.
I'll show it to the chief.
What?
Are you comfortable?
The matter of Bernat's lease resolved itself.
You obviously know it was lifelong.
What do people think?
Why do you care?
If I find out that it was your doing…
Then what?
What?
The lease might have become available,
and may he rest in peace,
but I don't have the funds to start construction.
We have the funds.
And the voivodeship will chip in.
The voivodeship?
I'm working on it.
Hold on. Are you telling me that you've been having meetings on my behalf?
Yes.
I had a great meeting with the vaivode.
Johann, we must act within the law.
Keep your chin up.
Good times are coming.
The funeral is in three days,
but Bernatowa can't get hold of her son.
Are you two in touch?
I haven't seen him in 20 years.
Right.
They'll bury him, and it'll be just the same.
Nobody fucking knows, heard, or saw anything.
What's going on in this town is…
It should be all over the media.
And yet, you go online, and it's just… celebrities.
Ronaldo scored or didn't score a goal.
Unless it's a Tyson Fury fight, the most important thing in the world.
Father thinks only boxing is a sport.
Grześ, you're giving me a headache.
Right.
The entire country should know what that clique is doing.
The entire world is not at your service.
Do you think she'll write a story at the snap of your fingers?
Is anyone snapping their fingers?
Did you hear anyone snapping?
Everything…
This case…
I don't know. I'd have to stay here longer.
I'd take a closer look.
Stay as long as you want.
We're here, but it doesn't mean that we'll participate in your circus
that nobody even understands.
Nobody's asking you to participate.
Mikołaj,
I can decide for myself, okay?
Nobody expects anything of you.
That's the truth.
Eat, children.
Uncle got a bit annoyed.
Excuse me.
Delicious soup.
Feeling better?
No.
Let me show you something.
-Hello. -Hello.
We've got Bernat's results.
I'll send you the report later.
Starved.
Hypothermic.
Whoever did it
is a bastard.
This was in his stomach.
What is it?
Meat.
Raw.
And?
We need to test it.
I have no grounds.
-What? -I have no grounds.
He wasn't poisoned but starved. That's what you just said, right?
Darling.
I have to explain every single expense. Honestly, just like you do.
So this is the famous Hound's Hill.
Yep.
You know why it's called that?
Because they used to bury dogs here.
My grandpa told me about it.
That's his house.
Dad wanted to renovate it for me.
Can you imagine? On a cemetery.
It should be burned down.
Maybe something new could be built.
It's not your fault.
What?
That guy's suicide.
It's not about that.
It's not?
I thought it was.
Bad things are happening here.
Bad things always happen here.
What now?
Let's go back to Warsaw. Now.
Soon.
I want to go to that nuthouse.
So we're staying.
One day.
Two at the most.
LIFE IS SHORT, BUT ITS ILLS MAKE IT SEEM LONG.
Maybe your visit was some kind of trigger, but he was suffering a lot.
He knew he'd done something bad. That was the main reason.
Suffering.
Loneliness.
Depression was a side effect of the antipsychotic medication he was on.
Did anyone visit him?
A priest.
-The parish priest from Zybork. -Father Bernat.
Once a month, for an hour.
For confession, he'd say. I know it sounds weird.
But I allowed it because Masłowski always felt better afterwards.
-Is it possible that he read my book? -Impossible.
He knew the number of pages.
As I said, he was catatonic. People like that don't read.
But I'll say that what he did,
in terms of his sister, not the suicide, didn't fit his profile at all.
It's as if, for that one night, he became someone else.
Why?
I don't know. It could've been a sudden episode of mania, drugs…
Psychiatry has many cases like this, even among seemingly healthy people.
Leave it. You wrote a great book.
Don't dig any deeper.
That's my advice.
Now you'll walk around to get your facts straight.
Maybe you remembered it wrong.
Do you wanna know, Paleface?
Who lives here?
People who nobody cares about.
Poor people.
They used to work in a paper mill nearby.
The mill went bust, and they stayed.
Bernat had a lifetime lease from the town on the land and building.
It's beautiful here.
Beautiful, indeed.
The perfect place to build a luxury hotel.
Careful. It's hot.
-Here. -Thanks.
-Take some. -Here.
-Thank you. God bless you.
Mrs. Bogocka, what are you thanking me for?
Some bread?
Here you go, ma'am.
Anyone else?
You, ma'am.
You, sir.
-Ms. Genowefa. -Here.
Come here, everyone. We've got plenty of bread left.
-Come here. -You can freeze it.
-Anyone? -Give it to your mom.
Take some more, ma'am. One second.
Listen!
We've also got onions, pasta…
-Potatoes. -Potatoes, flour.
-We'll start giving it out soon. -Coming right up.
Butter and sushi.
Just a moment!
One minute!
Do you have a minute, Father?
Please come in.
"Great book."
"Page-turner."
"Why don't you write what really happened?"
"Then you'll end up in the nuthouse."
"Sebastian."
What did really happen?
The doctor said he wouldn't have been able to write that.
Absolutely.
Whoever did it,
I pity their sense of humor.
I visited all patients from my parish.
Every prisoner.
Did he say anything? Was he responsive?
Not really.
Bits here and there, but without any context.
Did you read to him, Father?
Just the Bible. For children, so he'd understand.
And books about animals.
He loved animals.
What about my book?
Excuse me.
God bless you.
God be with you.
Need a ride?
Nah, I need to make a quick pit stop. No worries, really.
Come on. I've got time. Get in.
Where's your car?
See? I knew I forgot about something.
It's at Darek's.
It had an oil leak.
How's Marek? Did he talk to his mother?
-Bernat? -Yeah.
Nobody can reach him. It's all so weird.
Can you stop by the blocks in the Bronx?
Where the old dry cleaners were. Remember?
I remember.
You're lucky.
Always.
Sup? Is my brother here?
He is. Come in. We've got pizza.
I'm here, buddy. Chill. We're leaving.
Sorry.
Is everything cool?
Yes, yeah.
Sup, man?
It's me, Paleface. Remember me?
Yes, yeah.
I saw you at Gizmo's funeral, right?
Why don't we meet up sometime? Have a nice chat?
You know, I'd have to…
Hey!
Hey, leave him be.
He's… a bit tired.
You know, mellowed out.
-Jarecki went off the rails. -Yeah, he did.
-He used to be fucking awesome. -And now he's fucking wasted.
Let's go home.
Home? The night is still young. Call Justyna.
You've got earnings,
so you're paying.
Hello.
Hi.
His stomach was empty, except for a bit of undigested meat.
Did you report it?
Yes,
but my husband didn't give a damn.
I know someone who can do it fast.
I don't know. Maybe…
Maybe I'm losing my mind.
Maybe it's nothing, but…
How?
Starved, but there's meat?
Don't call Grażyna. I'll tell her.
My friend will send you a sample for analysis.
Sorry to bother you, but I have nobody else to turn to.
It's an urgent matter. And confidential, of course.
Kisses. Bye.
Thank you, Justyna.
Come with me to the council session tomorrow.
You might find it interesting.
-Mikołaj might want to go back tomorrow. -Come on.
As if he has any say in this marriage.
-The guys want to show me the Underground. -I'll drop you off.
Jesus Christ. Hi.
How's your day going?
-I'm waiting for it to be over. -Hey.
Thanks.
Hi, Grześ.
Piotrek, aka Madman, the boss of this venue
and our Zybork Councilman for Culture.
Pleased to meet you.
-Pleased to meet you. You're a busy man. -Gotta make a living.
Since you're here,
why don't you help your brother to pay me back?
Hey, I just had a bit of bad luck lately.
It's cool.
I'll play some poker with Maciuś and win it back.
The fuck you will. Better get your brains back.
Hey… I remember you from the florist's.
I remember you too.
Grześ, wanna play?
-Nah, that's not my game. -I'll play.
Let's play for his debt.
How much is it?
Go on, Grześ. Tell her.
Don't be shy. Tell her.
He's embarrassed to admit to his family how much money he fucking lost at cards.
You know what?
I'll play you for his interest.
YOU'RE NEXT
You fucking bastards!
God will punish you!
Thank you very much.
You're lucky, Grześ.
Always.
Hey, let me borrow her for a moment!
Thank you, Justyna. You helped me out.
Just be careful, okay, Grzesiek?
ZYBORK
WILL YOU ADMIT IT OR NOT?!
It's someone from here.
Or someone wants me to think that.
Fuck.
Show yourself. I'll find you, dickhead!
Mikołaj.
Come to bed.
Okay?
I MISS YOUR SCENT.
I ASKED YOU NOT TO CALL ME.
OKAY. WHEN WILL YOU BE BACK?
DUNNO. INTERESTING STUFF'S GOING ON HERE.
JACEK, REPLY. I'VE GOT A HUGE STORY.
SMALL TOWN, KIDNAPPING, MURDER. GET IN TOUCH.
Go to sleep, okay?
The water's great. This was a fucking awesome idea.
REALLY HUGE THINGS ARE HAPPENING HERE. DROP ME A LINE.
DO I REALLY HAVE TO ASK YOU TO DO THAT?
Shall we go?
-Yeah. -I'm meeting your dad at the Town Hall.
You want to write about it.
You want to know
who keeps sending you those damn postcards and why.
Maybe.
So?
Shall we stay?
A week.
What are you up to?
Who often acts by surprise often wins.
What's that? Sun Tzu?
Dunno. Maybe. I read it on the Internet.
It's called a public-private partnership.
It's normal and used everywhere.
What does it entail? Is it an unnecessary luxury?
Are we going to live there, sunbathe there? No.
It means creating new jobs in the region.
It means more money in the budget.
It means an increase in tourism.
The Town Council is in session.
Please leave!
My apologies. Is it confidential?
Mr. Głowacki, we really don't need
any chaos here.
What chaos?
I came to find out what's going on in my town. I'm interested.
May I?
Please, continue. Don't stop on my behalf.
More money in the budget.
New jobs.
I announce a recess.
Oh, that's even better.
We can spend the recess here.
Right?
You can smoke by the window.
Unless you need the bathroom. Then you'll just have to hold it.
Very beautiful designs.
Beautiful.
But your map is incomplete.
May I?
It's somewhere here, right?
ZYBORK COLONY
More or less.
Mr. Głowacki,
the colony's residents will be moved into apartments
provided by the town.
Right, the residents.
Who are the colony's residents?
Did you ask their opinion?
The buildings are in bad shape, at risk of collapsing.
We're saving people from a tragedy.
We don't have to ask for anyone's opinion.
Wonderful. Just wonderful.
Do you even know who you're saving?
Let me tell you.
Elżbieta Dymierska, age 65.
A pensioner with a severe disability.
Metastatic bone cancer.
Marzena Ludmilak, age 40.
Unemployed, single mother of three.
Her husband, the sole breadwinner, died in an accident.
Yes, it's hard to hear.
It's hard.
Or is that just colic, Malinowski?
My party motions to reschedule the session.
What?
What party, man?
You're from Zybork. Everyone knows you by name.
Janusz Madziar, age 70.
Former employee of the now-closed paper mill.
Unable to work after an accident. On disability benefits.
Tomek.
Piotr Kulesza, age 25.
Unable to work due to progressive visual impairment.
-Tomek, what shall we do? -Relax.
Coming.
Here.
-No recording. -I know my rights.
Hello.
-Hello. -What's going on here?
We're just talking. It's recess.
He's disrupting… He's causing havoc and disrupting the session.
Actually, I'm not disrupting the session. It's recess, as announced by Madam Mayor.
It should be in the minutes. Right, Mr. Tattletale?
Unless Madam Mayor is lying, which she never does.
-Okay, enough of this. -Wait.
This is a very serious issue.
It's not a sidewalk overhaul.
For the colony's residents…
it's a matter of life and death.
I'd like all of you to take that to heart.
Here's the key.
Let's go, Justyna.
Tomasz, look how far they're willing to go.
Don't wash it off.
Leave it, ma'am.
Let them see it.
Who?
Everyone.
Be at my place at six!
Tomek, if you pull stunts like that without consulting us,
I can't guarantee they won't arrest you.
You can't anyway. No offense.
-They voted it through. -I told you.
-Fucking bastards. -Hello, Grażyna?
They're doing what they want with us. Tomek! We must recall Madam Mayor.
Can it be done just like that?
We need 1,000 signatures to call a referendum.
-We can do it! -Yeah.
He destroyed them, smashed them. You can't even imagine.
I can.
Bernatowa called. Marek's coming tomorrow morning.
She wants to pick him up from the airport, but she's on strong meds.
I'll take her.
Right.
First the funeral, then the revolution.
-Okay, let's do it! -Yes!
Yeah!
He just replied, "Okay, Mom."
Just that, about his father's death.
"Okay, Mom."
So you were estranged?
Filip couldn't accept that Marek wanted to live his own life.
On his own. Wrong, but his own way.
But his girlfriend…
Truth be told, she's flawed.
-Flawed? -Flawed.
He would
come from London and go straight to her place.
He wouldn't even let us know.
He'd go straight to her.
Then she went to join him.
-So she was from Zybork? -Yeah.
Klaudia Parciakowa.
-Klaudia? -Klaudia.
-I think that's everyone. -No.
Impossible. It can't be everyone.
Excuse me.
Could you please check if Marek Bernat was on board?
Your nephew didn't come.
They're on their way. They'll be five minutes.
Okay.
Listen.
I'd like to say a few words.
Just be calm, Tomasz.
"You're
next."
That's what someone wrote on the wall of the rectory.
One day before
the funeral of the priest's brother.
My friend.
"You're next."
Who do you mean?
My friend…
My friend is dead.
My closest friend.
And now,
that man, that wonderful, strong…
man,
father…
husband…
Someone
held him in the forest and starved him…
like a dog tied to a tree.
So my question is this…
What does it mean,
"You're next"?
Does it… I mean…
Who's next?
Because I don't know.
Maybe the priest?
Or maybe me?
-Tomasz-- -Wait.
Hold on.
You can't kidnap all of us.
You can't starve us.
-Tomasz, enough. -I'm done.
Enough.
DIED AGE 62 ON JULY 29TH
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Grażyna.
-What? -Are you feeling better?
I'm not.
I don't know.
I'm sorry.
-Grażyna. -Please excuse me.
I'm sorry.
He didn't say anything? Didn't call? Didn't write?
Who?
Bernat Junior.
On our way back from the airport,
he texted her to say that he'd get in touch later.
Right.
He must've gone way off the rails.
But to this extent?
I didn't go to my mom's funeral.
I mixed up the days.
Did anyone try to locate his phone, find out where he is?
But how, Justyna? Who?
Half the people here can't locate their own homes on weekends.
Got his number?
Hi, Jarek.
I heard from Grzesiek that you still play.
17 Seconds, right?
Is that still your name?
Jazda Boys.
Different genre, different name.
Where's Grażyna?
She wants to be alone. She's sitting on a bench.
Gizmo loved to hear you play.
He'd have a massive grin on his face.
-May I? -Yes.
Filip was a wonderful man. We'll all miss him.
I know you're still interested in all that stuff, right?
Writing a book, right?
But I'm not interested in that.
You see, ma'am, formally,
it's expiring, and I'm going to need…
For fuck's sake.
…a few more signatures.
Maybe you'll become interested?
Let's meet up, have a chat.
What do you want to chat about?
About how fucking great you have it? Don't make me fucking laugh.
Why the fuck are you here?
Don't you have a conscience, bastard?
Should've done it at the church.
Why wait for the wake?
-Why not dance on the fresh grave? -I'm offering help with the formalities.
Help? Why, thank you very much!
Go on. Call your 24/7 notary.
Get him to come here.
Grażyna will sign. You'll take over the lease. Vultures!
Tomek, enough.
-I didn't say anything. -You said a lot.
Hello.
Everyone's here.
Get the kids. We're going.
Jula, Jasiek! Let's go home.
My sincere condolences.
Come on, Grażyna.
Come on. We'll take you home.
Is Grzesiek here?
He's already gone.
Let's go.
Fucking bastards.
-Wait for me in the car, okay? -Okay.
Maciuś?
What's up?
I know
it's not the best moment, but…
Does anyone know?
About what?
Well…
about that…
What we did to him.
Fuck off, you junkie. Okay?
Someone knows.
What?
Someone knows.
Father, do you think that Bernat's disappearance
was a coincidence?
Maciek, I'm too tired for this conversation.
I've had a really tough day.
I'm fucking leaving.
You should too, Father.
-Me? -Yeah.
I didn't do anything.
Right.
How does it go?
"In thought, word, deed, and…"
But it wasn't neglect, Maciek.
I'm bound by the seal of confession.
-Fucking hell! -Jesus! What happened?
They set our house on fire.
Fucking bastards! Apparently, they threw a gas canister inside.
If Grzesiek hadn't returned early, we'd have no home left.
-I'll get you, fuckers! -Please move. It may explode.
-Tomek, step aside. -Move, man!
See? Fucking look at that.
Look at that.
See that?
See what's fucking happening? This is really happening.
Subtitle translation by: Maja Konkolewska