HOUND'S HILL
Well?
It's a nice car.
Not that it's bad, but it was supposed to be black, and it's gray.
Hold up. What's going on?
No, it's fine.
It's a shame to destroy such a beautiful car.
Listen…
All I wanted to do was negotiate a little.
I don't negotiate, gadjo.
Hi.
Uh, hi.
-Would you like a cup of coffee? -No, thanks.
What's going on?
Someone set fire to the house I was sleeping in.
Your apartment?
The Głowacki's house in Zybork.
I texted you that something weird is happening.
I think someone from city hall set fire to my father-in-law's house.
It's really important that I write this story.
Please approve it. I need this as a favor to me.
But that's what the local media is for, right?
We write about things that concern the entire country.
Besides, if I recall,
your husband has already written an entire book about that town.
Maybe our readers can do without Zybork?
Maybe they've had enough?
I love him.
Uh-huh.
And that's why you came here.
The reason I came here is because we work together.
And because you are my editor.
We're not running the Winnie the Pooh Club story.
What are you talking about?
For your own safety.
They're preparing a huge civil action suit.
Uh, but not against the newspaper.
Against you, Justyna.
I mean, a lawsuit that you'll lose.
You're so cruel.
I learned it from you.
Justyna…
you can stay here.
You know that.
As long as you want.
I wish I hadn't come here.
HOW'S VACATION? I MISS YOUR SCENT
Is Auntie here?
No, she's not.
Where is she? She said she was going to play a couple games with me.
She drove to Warsaw.
To check in with work.
And she just left you at the house all by yourself?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, there's a lady downstairs.
She's asking if there are any grown-ups at home.
And where's Dad?
Mom and Dad went to the police.
Okay, tell her I'll be right down.
I'll call you back. I can't talk right now.
I'm not talking to you now.
I don't give a shit, all right? They tried to burn our house down.
-They? -Yes!
Oh, that means you already know who did that, right?
You know, don't you?
You don't come in here and talk to me like that.
Your friend Winnicki is next door in that room.
He'll gladly take your statements.
-And then what? -I don't know.
Maybe the evidence will show that you started the fire yourselves?
You fucking miserable son of a bitch.
You're a deceitful and disgusting bastard.
Tomek.
You know, you used to be a decent person.
I'm still the same as before.
Someone threw a gasoline canister into the children's room,
you despicable piece of shit!
-Tomek! -Do you fucking get that?
They almost torched our home… and you're sweeping it under the rug.
Same thing with the meat in Bernat's stomach.
What meat was it? Did you at least check?
Some kind of analysis, testing, anything?
It's convenient for you that he's dead, right?
Convenient?
How can something like that be convenient?
You two are fucking crazy.
Agata, let's go.
And you're so normal?
Come on, Agata!
This is pointless.
I brought pie.
Wait.
Don't you want some coffee?
I understand.
Really.
What?
Your grief.
You definitely don't.
But let's talk anyway.
I know it's only a book.
I know it's made up, right?
But it's obvious who you're writing about.
You turned Seba into a murderer.
A murderer who tormented animals.
You turned Peter into a mob boss.
And you turned Zybork into a town of gangsters.
Was I wrong about all that?
Didn't Maciuś and the guys steal cars in Germany?
Didn't Sebastian kill Daria?
I'm sorry. I…
I apologize if my words offended you.
But this isn't fucking about me.
-I was five years old then. -I remember.
You remember?
You apologize?
You're sorry for the things you say.
Or maybe your mouth ran away from you.
So I guess I'm stupid.
And it's my fault.
Thing is, you're not stupid.
Then what am I?
You're just lazy.
Oh.
-Hi. -Hi.
Pie now?
Right now, bro?
Let's go get these fuckers.
Grzesiek.
They fucking… They fucking burned our house.
Don't you…
You know what I want to do?
I'll tell you what I want to do.
I want to show them that we're not afraid.
We are not afraid.
You coming?
I gotta go.
Move it, Paleface.
With poise.
What are we actually doing here, huh?
-Good day, ladies. -Morning, sir.
-What are you doing? -What? What the fuck?
Putting out a fire.
-Whoo! -A fire? Get the fuck out of here!
Do you think I don't know?
What the hell are you doing? Who the fuck burns kids?
-Calm down! -What's your problem?
Let's go.
Fuck you!
Clean this up!
Clean this shit up!
I'm gonna tear you a new asshole, motherfucker!
I'm gonna make sure you pay for this, you piece of shit!
Hey, why all the screaming?
That bastard. He pissed on the carpet in my office.
Then clean it up. The Governor is coming in two hours.
And calm down. You're not in your bar.
I'm sorry.
IF YOU CARE ABOUT TRUTH AND JUSTICE, PLEASE SHARE THIS POST.
LET THE WORLD KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING IN ZYBORK.
TOGETHER WE CAN MAKE A CHANGE.
It's open.
You don't lock your door?
If someone busted in here, you'd be the first to know.
Well, I'm not that crazy about you. Come on.
All right, so? Did you test the meat?
I haven't, but someone has.
And?
-It's human meat. -What?
-Are you certain? -Ninety-nine percent sure.
There are actually two tissue samples in there.
I assume one is swallowed tissue, and the other belongs to the deceased.
Thing is, they're similar genetically.
But…
So what are you saying? Is it a relative?
Maybe.
His son, for instance.
What have you gotten yourself into there?
What is this?
The newest version of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?
Oh.
There's this too.
But you did not get this from me.
The last known location of that number.
It's still active.
This seems like a big case.
I can handle it.
Like you handled the Winnie the Pooh Case?
That's beyond my reach.
But they will go to jail.
All right.
I'll keep you posted.
The local police aren't being very helpful.
That's what the police are for, to be unhelpful.
Bye.
What are we doing here?
Dad told me to check in on her.
Dad tells you something, you do it, right?
Hey.
You got a problem with that?
I'm just messing with you, dude. Warsaw's made you paranoid.
Hello?
Psst, hey.
Ms. Grażyna, are you home?
Hey, come here.
She's dead.
She's fucking wasted.
Hmm.
Ms. Grażyna?
Why don't you go get her some water?
Pretty bad, huh?
Bad and rough.
Not how you imagined adult life.
Not at all, right?
You know what's in there.
Hello?
Sonny?
Sonny, where are you?
Sonny?
Come on, please talk to me.
Are you there?
Sonny?
He's gone.
YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE
Governor, sir, this is where the hotel will stand.
It will practically frame this part of the lake.
Pretty structure with four or five floors.
Not some monstrosity, no.
Something cozy.
Everything beautifully designed and modern.
The structure will blend with the landscape.
Yes, it will. And on the left, a concert hall.
Actually, a roofed amphitheater.
With cultural events every Sunday, performances from stars.
What else?
And, of course, classical music.
Yeah.
And those blocks?
These people?
It's all prefabricated.
Everything is rotting and at risk of collapse.
It should be demolished very soon.
And naturally, we've already prepared apartments for the tenants.
Yeah.
Assuming…
…the governor's office will support us,
this could be a really beautiful place.
Yeah.
And…
what's been going on here?
-Abductions, murders? -Nah.
Głowacki from The National wrote about it, and everyone's sharing it now.
Um, our police are actually working on solving this unfortunate case
as we speak.
Warsaw journalists might not have been aware of that.
From what I hear, it sounds like your Zybork is, uh…
the black sheep of the region.
But for instance, Gryfów…
is also quite nice.
There are ongoing investigations in these matters. That's a fact.
Unfortunately, I can't just make this go away.
Everything needs to be cleared up.
And when it is…
then we can get started.
So, sir, how about we invite you for dinner at one of our top restaurants?
No, thank you.
I'll eat after my trip.
We need to speed along the Bernat case.
We're doing what we can.
Apparently, you're not.
You have to understand we have no leads.
There was no ransom demand,
no conflict.
He was in conflict with everybody.
Everybody.
Just like city hall.
Suggesting something?
No.
I'm just saying it's not that easy.
If you'd let me be there, it would've gone down differently.
What else can these psychopaths do to stop us?
A demonstration?
I don't know what's on his mind.
So what can we do then?
We can act as if everything's moving forward.
So sit on our asses?
No. Show the people.
We have to quickly put together a fair or concert.
Just act as if everything's signed and sealed.
That's how it's done.
And there must be a bishop to give blessings.
No one will mess with something blessed.
♪ Oh, nights, Zyborian days ♪
♪ We're livin' in a little fairy tale ♪
-♪ Life is great-- ♪ -Okay, enough, enough, enough.
-Here. -Thanks.
Okay, guys.
I can give you five, but you gotta play for two hours.
Fuck, no. Ten.
-Are you fucking nuts? -No, you're nuts.
You said it yourself. You won't find anyone else.
All right, fine. I'll give you ten, but it better be fucking great.
All right, all right, sick.
We're closed.
♪ Zyborian… ♪
Fuck!
♪ …Zyborian days ♪
♪ We're livin' in a little fairy tale ♪
♪ Life is great ♪
Got more?
What's up?
Paleface, leave me the fuck alone.
Is that all you have to say?
You got a problem with what I wrote in the book, don't you?
Like everyone else.
Smoke break.
You still hang out with Marek Bernat, right?
Yeah, we catch up, like, once a year.
I don't know where he is.
Last time I saw him,
uh, was like a year ago at the Underground.
We had drinks. That's it.
You talked about it, right?
About what?
-What are you expecting me to say here? -You know what?
I don't know anything. I have nothing to say. Just fucking leave.
Jareck.
I can help you.
Yeah?
You need to leave me the fuck alone.
Leave it be.
Or next time, I'm gonna fucking hurt you, Paleface.
I'll make good on that promise, man.
The meat is human.
What?
The stuff they found in Bernat's stomach, it's human meat.
And it's genetically similar.
-And you know that how? -Don't ask.
I also have a trace of his phone.
By the lake.
I know where that is.
I'll call Dad.
Where'd you go?
I'll let you two talk.
Well, where were you?
I had to take care of something.
And why didn't you answer your phone?
I was handling the story about your town to help your family.
I gave Bernat's tissue to be examined.
Super.
Justyna always saves the day.
Everything's always about Justyna.
Give me the keys.
Where are you going?
-I have to take care of something too. -What?
Fuck off.
Don't be a jerk.
So we're going to that place?
I talked to Bernat's girlfriend and his landlord.
They haven't seen him in London for a month.
He's gone. Same as his father.
We going?
Mikołaj took my keys, so…
We'll take mine. Come on.
Get ready to meet someone quite original.
Maybe it's one of these.
The Gypsies gave them to me as a bonus.
Two cars. Wanna buy one?
They all work.
Reniek makes a buck on the side.
No one sees anything. You know how it is.
A thief is better than a poacher.
A thief just steals an object.
A poacher takes a life.
Mm-hmm.
This one.
This is really weird.
-Why didn't you tell me about this? -I didn't know about it.
-What do we do about this? -We'll take it to the police.
We'll show it to Dobociński. We'll force him to move his damn ass.
And we'll tell him the truth.
I got the phone from the Gypsies!
What do you think about all this, Tomek?
Bernat Junior disappeared just like his father.
He inherited everything from his old man.
That's what I think.
The fuck you want?
Just wanted to see how you're doing.
I'm fine.
Fucking awesome. Why?
You going somewhere?
No.
Why you so nervous?
You think I'm nervous?
Why would I be nervous?
But you could've fucking called ahead and said you were coming, huh?
Since when do you have to announce yourself in Zybork?
The fuck is this about, huh?
Will you tell me?
-Hmm? -Bernat.
That wasn't you guys?
Hmm?
You and the guys didn't want to squeeze some cash out of him?
You got together, grabbed him, and then shit went south, or…?
I swear to you, man.
I didn't do anything to him.
I just want to sleep in peace.
What is going on in there?
She's in pain, you idiot.
Her morphine's about to kick in. Not that it's your business.
-Yeah? I'm calling the police! -Call them then!
I'll tell them that you're harassing an old, sick woman.
-Don't talk to me like that! -Go home and have another drink, asshole!
-I'm gonna make you all pay for this! -Bite me, motherfucker!
Mom has pain episodes, and that fucker has a problem with it.
Poles have a problem with everything.
We're poles too, man.
So what's your problem?
Wow.
I think they're turning this into a convenience store.
There's one next door already, right?
When has that ever stopped them?
So…
What movie are we watching?
How about The Matrix?
I don't understand why you said that my worst sin is being lazy.
When you're writing a book…
you are a bit.
Aren't you?
What's it called when you gather information?
-Research. -Exactly.
Research.
I've lived here almost 20 years. That's my research.
Well, what do I know?
But if I were writing a book,
I'd talk to everyone involved.
Anyone I could.
The cops who investigated the case.
The medical examiner.
The witnesses.
The prosecutor who ran the investigation.
Let me tell you something, Kaśka. I received a postcard.
It was just a regular postcard.
Someone signed as Gizmo's name and claimed they knew the truth
and that they'd make it public.
And then here, in Zybork…
someone placed another postcard behind my windshield wiper.
So what is the truth, huh?
You know what?
All my life, I've known one thing.
No one's gonna give me anything.
No one's gonna help me with anything.
I have to do everything myself.
You know that feeling?
All too well.
I was burdened with the weight of Daria and Sebastian's fate my entire life.
And you know…
if you think about something all your life…
…you come to various conclusions.
Right?
What conclusions?
I think he did it because someone told him to.
You know?
I don't know how…
…but he needed help from someone.
Who made him scared.
Coerced him.
Drugged him.
After all, you remember him.
He would never hurt a fly.
And I know…
that person is a local.
They live next to me.
And they keep laughing at me.
I'd find them, you know?
If anyone would be willing to talk to me.
If people didn't treat me like a leper.
Fuck.
I'm surprised he waited so long to do it, you know?
To kill himself.
I would've done it a long time ago.
Take care.
Who brought you the phone?
The young one, Gawił.
This is nice of you. All right, here's the deal.
When Marek Bernat shows his phone missing to the police, we'll return it to him.
Marek Bernat has gone missing, sir. But he's somewhere in Zybork.
He'd often come here and not tell anyone, not even his parents.
Everyone knew that.
Now, he probably went somewhere to get drunk and just lost his phone.
You examined the evidence in the case by yourselves?
It's not evidence in the case. You dismissed it as evidence.
Yes, in an unofficial conversation with my wife,
who tells you people everything.
Marek Bernat was with his father.
Who knows if he's even still alive.
What are you suggesting, huh?
That someone kidnapped them both and what?
Made them eat each other like cannibals?
What the fuck is this?
Listen, you've got the phone, you've got the results. You're the cop.
You tell us what this is.
Goodbye.
Madam mayor.
How are things at city hall?
Thanks. Everything's fine.
Today may be a day of miracles. Głowacki just came to see me.
Yeah.
He left me a present.
POLICE
To what do I owe this pleasure?
I came here for Gawił.
Hmm.
What do you want with my son?
I want to arrest him.
Sure you've got the right guy, officer?
You're under arrest in connection to the abduction and murder of Filip Bernat,
as well as the disappearance of his son, Marek.
Tchy mage pe mińc.
You suck mine, asshole.
You're making a terrible mistake.
Okay. If you say so, Dad.
Jasiek, shoot that goal!
Get it in there!
I don't know if we did the right thing, Tomek.
Come on!
What was I supposed to do with it?
Who was I supposed to go to?
They're the police.
He'll sweep everything under the rug.
-Come here. -Hi.
-Why did you foul him? -Unintentionally.
I've told you the Głowacki's always play fair. Remember that.
I scored three goals today.
High-five. Come on, Julia.
THE MAYOR OF ZYBORK INVITES TO THE FAIR LET'S CELEBRATE THE NEW DEVELOPMENT
Hi.
Excuse me.
Prosecutor Markiewicz?
Yes, what's this about?
A murder occurred in Zybork several years ago
involving a brother and sister.
You ran the investigation. Do you remember?
I don't talk to reporters.
I'm not a reporter.
She was my girlfriend.
I remember.
It was, without a doubt, one of the most difficult
cases that I have ever overseen.
Allegations of rape and murder involving siblings.
Monstrous. But what can you do?
Sometimes these things happen.
Do you remember any details?
It was obvious from the start that the boy
suffered from significant cognitive impairments.
The suspect was evaluated by several forensic psychiatrists
and they didn't observe…
any sadistic or psychopathic tendencies.
They also
tested him for drugs,
but they didn't find anything.
But there are drugs that you can't detect in the blood.
Psychedelics, for instance.
Yes, well, I… I know all that.
I even… I even wrote a book about it.
I brought you one if you'd like a copy.
Well, no offense, but, you know, crime fiction
isn't really my thing.
But I'll take it.
For my wife.
I'll get to the point.
After all these years, do you still think he was responsible?
The basis of every indictment
is the evidence collected at the scene of the incident.
And in this particular case, they couldn't be denied.
However, the credibility of his confession…
was questionable, in my opinion.
Why's that?
Because he was brutally beaten by the police.
Some young officer got carried away.
Maybe it was the only time he had ever done it.
Either way, I'm not justifying it, just explaining.
Did you ever disclose this information?
To whom?
The family.
What for?
Nothing good.
I don't know, some…
some kind of sense of justice.
Justice is achieved
when the individual responsible for a crime is judged,
given a sentence,
and sent to prison.
But nobody remembers about all those who have been hurt.
People you can't help anymore.
The reason for this is that some wounds never seem to heal.
I'm talking about justice.
A sense of responsibility.
Because responsibility doesn't mean "It's our fucking turn."
-That's right. -Yes.
It's about something much grander and more important.
Tomek, no, no. They're gonna see you coming.
They're just waiting for you, man. Come on.
As far as I can remember, madam mayor had her birthday recently.
We'll bring her a cake, give her our best wishes.
We'll sing her a little something.
-What's wrong? -God dammit.
-Wait, wait, wait. -No.
Tomek, your pulse is going crazy.
Agata, get his medication. Captopril.
Stay still.
-No, it's okay, it's okay. -Tomek.
-Agata… -I'm calling.
You're destroying yourself.
And if you take it too far, you'll get us all killed.
-What's up? -Nothing.
How are you doing?
I feel like you care more about him than me.
Hey, none of that.
We're in the here and now, okay?
We're helping your family,
but we could be in the car to Warsaw just like that.
You're the one I care about the most.
Did you go to Wrocław?
Mm-hmm.
And what happened there?
All of this could've turned out completely differently.
All right.
All right, thanks. I'm okay.
Agata?
It's okay. We can wait.
Yeah.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Let's go. Come on.
-Let's go. -Come on, everyone.
OUR ZYBORK
OUR TOWN IN OUR HANDS
We are signing today the foundation act for the construction
of our luxury vacation resort.
Better Zybork!
Because our job is not to stay stuck in the past…
but rather to create a better future for us all.
Better Zybork!
Congratulations, madam mayor!
Bravo, bravo, bravo.
Hello, everyone! Hello, Zybork!
A BETTER ZYBORK
For those who don't know me, let me introduce myself.
My name is Tomek Głowacki.
And I want to introduce the inhabitants of the colony of Zybork!
These people came here specifically
to express their gratitude to our madam mayor
for the amazing work she outs into our town daily. Bravo!
Don't go yet, madam mayor. We've got a very beautiful gift for you.
Here you go.
Let this cake, madam mayor, be the token of our gratitude
for this really unbelievable and extraordinary opportunity
that Zybork is getting thanks to you and your incredible team.
After all, we'll soon be getting a wonderful, beautiful hotel here.
Truly beautiful. I've seen the designs.
Featuring a golf course and convenient lake access.
A swimming pool, a sauna, massages!
It's just that we will be the ones responsible
for cleaning the toilets there.
Washing the dirty sheets.
Cooking the soup and taking out the trash!
But since it's such a huge success,
then perhaps we should celebrate
by asking all of the residents to sing "Sto Lat" to Zybork.
Although, I don't know the number
of years that Zybork still has to celebrate
while madam mayor is still in charge.
But what the hell. Am I right? Let's sing, people.
♪ Happy birthday to you Hey! ♪
♪ Happy birthday dear Zybork Hey! ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪
Where'd you get that phone?
What phone?
This phone.
Marek Bernat's.
So now you think I steal phones?
Seriously?
I don't think anything yet.
Actually, it's good…
that you Poles think we're so dumb.
At least we can rip you off.
You're ripped off without even knowing it.
Shut your mouth.
Come on, get Dobociński here. Immediately.
I've tried already. The line's busy.
Then keep trying till you reach him.
I don't know, call the landline or something.
I told you.
I told you it'd end this way.
What way?
Everything's going according to plan.
City hall keeps calling. Something went down in the square.
Really, Kryśka?
You won't eat your cake?
You're pathetic.
There is nothing you can do but stand here powerless.
You certain?
Dear citizens of Zybork!
You are worth more than this.
So now, gather your friends,
your loved ones, your entire families,
because what we need now is a thousand signatures.
Those signatures are all we need to take matters into our own hands!
We want this great town, our beloved town, to remain in our control!
So we need your help to get those thousand signatures.
Can we count on you?
Everyone?
We can do it!
Sacrifice your own sons!
But not mine!
I don't know anything about your son.
Yeah? You don't?
You weren't the one who ordered him locked up
so you could get your fucking money?
No? Then who?
You?
Where's Dobociński?
-He can't teleport here. -Don't mouth off.
Let's go inside.
Hold on guys, hold on. Why go inside now? It's so nice outside.
Why don't we all just hang out here together?
Release my son, you bastards!
You motherfuckers!
Minchali!
Maybe drop the threatening tone?
How about it, Mr. Tobek?
I haven't started yet…
Now I have.
You didn't find the culprit,
so you found a Gypsy as the scapegoat?
Because Gypsies don't mean nothing here, right?
We're just vermin.
Tobek, what are you doing?
You are no different from them.
Just like every other Pollack.
One family.
Sons of bitches.
You filthy cocksucking German sycophant.
You can push them around, but not me.
Everyone will breathe easier when I blow your fucking head off.
Fucking go for it.
Justyna!
What do you want?
You wanna die instead of this asshole?
You're not going to shoot anyone.
Put that gun away and go home.
You better listen to her, Tobek.
Put it down. Let it go.
Give me back my son,
or I'll burn this fucking town down, as God is my witness.
You're not gonna burn anything.
Oh no?
Give me something…
and I'll let him go.
Dad!
Jesus Christ!
Call an ambulance!
It was July 5th.
I was coming back from a party at the Wałbrzych club.
Around two or three a.m.
That's when I saw them standing by the road.
Who?
There were two of them. One was definitely old Głowacki.
Holding some kind of rod in his hands.
What then?
Then Mrs. Bernat came to you the next day to report her husband had gone missing.
You ignored it and laughed her down,
saying her husband was likely with a whore.
Hmm?
Will you sign it?
We don't lie, officer.
You know we never lie, no matter what.
We just never talk to you people.
Why didn't you say all this sooner?
Okay, I'm gonna go wake the prosecutor.
Subtitle translation by: Maja Konkolewska