HOUND'S HILL
So?
It's a nice car.
It's not bad, but it's gray. It was supposed to be black.
But… what's going on?
Don't. It's fine!
Why waste a car like this?
Listen.
I just wanted to haggle a bit.
I don't haggle, gadjo.
Hi.
-Do you want coffee? -No, thanks.
What's going on?
Someone set fire to the house I slept in.
Your apartment?
The Głowacki's house. I texted you. Something weird is going on in Zybork.
It looks like someone from the Town Hall set my father-in-law's house on fire.
Look, I have to write this story.
Approve it. This is really big.
It's something for the local media, okay?
We write about what's relevant to the whole country.
Besides, as I recall,
your husband wrote a book about that town.
Why don't we spare Polish readers from Zybork?
Maybe that's enough?
I love him.
That's why you came?
I came here because we work together.
And you're my superior.
I blocked the Winnie the Pooh Club story.
You did what?
For your own safety.
They're preparing a huge class action, not against the newspaper.
Against you.
A lawsuit
that you will lose.
You're cruel.
I learned it from you.
Justyna.
You can stay here.
You know that.
For as long as you want.
I regret coming here.
HOW'S YOUR VACATION GOING? I MISS YOUR SCENT.
Is Auntie here?
No, she's not.
Where is she? She wanted to learn to play LoL.
She went to Warsaw
to see her editor.
And she left you here alone, Uncle?
There's a lady sitting downstairs.
She's asking for a grown-up.
Where's Dad?
Mom and Dad went to see the police.
Okay. Tell her I'm coming.
Can't talk. I'll call you back. Bye.
I'm not talking to you now.
I don't give a shit. They set our house on fire.
-They did? -Yes.
So you already know who, right?
You know who.
Do you think this is a fucking kindergarten?
Your friend Winnicki is next door.
-He'll take your statements. -And then?
I don't know.
Maybe the experts will prove that you set the fire.
You limp-dick fucker.
-You fucking lying vermin. -Tomasz.
You used to be a decent man.
Nothing's changed.
-They threw a jerrycan into my kids' room! -Tomasz.
-Do you fucking get that? -Tomasz!
They set our home on fire,
and you're sweeping it under the rug, like the meat in Bernat's stomach.
What meat was it? Did you even check? Was it analyzed, tested, anything?
His death is convenient for you.
Convenient?
How could it ever be convenient?
You're both fucked up.
Agata, let's go!
But you're normal.
Come on, Agata!
It's pointless.
I brought a pie.
Wait.
Coffee?
I get it.
Really.
What?
Your grief.
You don't.
But let's talk.
I know it's a book.
I know it's made up. Right?
But it's obvious who it's about.
You made Seba a murderer.
A murderer who tormented animals.
You made Madman a mafioso.
-And Zybork, a town of gangsters. -Wasn't it?
Didn't Maciuś and the guys steal cars in Germany?
Didn't Seba kill Daria?
I'm sorry. I…
I didn't mean to upset you.
It's not about me, for fuck's sake.
-I was five back then. -I remember.
You remember?
You remember.
You apologize.
You say you didn't mean to.
Maybe you just didn't think.
So I'm dumb.
And it's my fault.
The thing is, you're not dumb.
What am I, then?
Just lazy.
-Hi. -Hi.
A pie? Now?
Brother, let's go get those fuckers.
Grześ?
Fuck! They burned our house down.
You know what I want?
I'll tell you what I want.
To show them that we're not scared.
We're not scared.
You coming with me?
I gotta go.
Move it, Paleface.
With dignity.
What are we actually doing here?
-Hello, ladies. -Hello, sir.
What are you doing?
What the fuck?
Putting out a fire.
Get the fuck out!
You think I don't fucking know? Do you?
-What the fuck? -Who burns children?
-What the fuck? -Gentlemen, calm down!
Let's go.
Clean this up.
Clean up!
I'll beat the shit out of you, dickhead!
You'll pay for this, fucker. You'll pay!
What's with the yelling?
He pissed on the carpet in my office.
Clean it. The vaivode is coming in two hours.
And calm down. You're not at 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 the door?
You'd be the first to know if an intruder tried to get in.
I'm not that crazy for you.
So? Did you test the meat?
I didn't. Someone else did.
And?
-It's human meat. -What?
-Are you sure? -Yep, 99%.
There were actually two tissues in that sample.
I assume one was the swallowed tissue. The other belonged to the deceased.
Well, they're genetically very similar.
So it's a family member?
Maybe.
Like, his son?
What did you get yourself into?
What is this?
The Texas Chain Saw Massacre?
Here.
You definitely didn't get this from me.
The last location of that number.
It's still active.
This seems sketchy.
I can take care of it.
Like with the Winnie the Pooh Club?
That's beyond my reach.
But they will go to jail.
Okay.
I'll keep you posted.
The local police are not keen to help.
The purpose of the police is not to help.
Take care.
-What the fuck are we doing here? -Dad told me to check in on her.
-Dad tells you, and you do it, right? -Hey.
Got a problem with that?
I'm just kidding, dude. Warsaw made you paranoid.
Hello!
Hey!
Mrs. Grażyna, hello!
Paleface, come here.
She's dead.
Fucking drunk as a skunk.
Mrs. Grażyna.
Bring some water.
It's rough, right?
Hardcore and rough.
It's not what you thought adulthood would be like.
You know what's in there.
Hello?
Sonny?
Sonny, where are you?
Sonny?
Please, say something.
Are you there? Sonny?
It's not him.
YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE
Mr. Vaivode,
this is where the hotel will stand.
It will frame this part of the lake.
Easy on the eyes, four to five stories high,
not some behemoth.
We're thinking, cozy.
-A beautiful and modern design. -The hotel will blend into the landscape.
Yes, and a concert hall on the left. Actually, a roofed amphitheater.
Cultural events, celebrity performances on Sundays…
And classical music, of course.
Right.
And these buildings?
These people?
They're large panel-built.
Rotten, in risk of collapse. They must be demolished.
And, of course, we have apartments waiting for these people.
Right.
Assuming
that the Voivodeship will support us, this could be a really beautiful place.
Right.
And… what's going on around here?
-Kidnappings, murders? -I don't know.
Głowacka from The National wrote about it. Everyone is sharing it.
Our police are working on solving this unfortunate case.
Journalists from Warsaw might not know that.
What I see is a black sheep.
That's what Zybork is.
Gryfów, for example,
is also nice.
Mr. Vaivode, the investigations in these matters are ongoing.
They cannot be resolved overnight.
They had better be resolved.
Get them resolved.
Then we'll get started.
Well, how about
an invitation to dinner?
No, thank you.
I'll eat on the way back.
-Fast-track Bernat's case. -We're doing what we can.
Clearly, you're not.
Please understand. We have no leads.
There was no ransom demand.
No conflict.
He was in conflict with everyone.
Everyone.
With you too.
Are you suggesting something?
No.
I'm saying that it's not easy.
It would've been different if you'd let me be there.
What else can these psychopaths do?
A demonstration?
I don't know his next move.
What can we do?
Act as if everything is moving forward.
Sit on our asses?
No. Show it to the people.
Quickly organize a fair or a concert.
Act as if everything has been signed and sealed.
That's what we do.
And there must be a bishop
to give his blessings.
No one will touch what's been blessed.
Zyborian nights Zyborian days
Living like in a fairy tale Dream it away
Okay, enough!
Enough.
Guys.
-I'll pay you five to play for two hours. -No fucking way. Ten.
-Are you fucking mad? Ten? -Mad? No, inflation!
You said you can't find anyone else.
Fuck it. Ten. But play the gig of your life. Pure fire.
Okay. Let's go.
We're closed.
Zyborian…
Fucking hell!
…Zyborian nights
Living like in a fairy tale
Dream it away
Got a moment?
Sup?
Paleface, leave me the fuck alone.
That's all you have to say?
Do you hold a grudge for what I wrote in the book,
like everyone?
Smoke break.
Do you still hang with Marek Bernat?
Just "Hi, what's up?" once a year.
I don't know where he is.
I saw him,
last year, at the Underground.
We had a drink. That's it.
You discussed it, didn't you?
What?
-What do you want to hear? -You know what.
I know nothing. I won't tell you a thing. Just fucking go.
Jaras.
I can help you.
Is that so?
Leave me the fuck alone.
Let me be.
Or next time, I'll fucking hurt you, Paleface.
I'll hurt you. You'll see.
It's human meat.
What?
What they found in Bernat's stomach is human meat,
and it's genetically similar.
-How do you know? -Don't ask.
I also have a trace of his phone.
By the lake.
I know where that is.
I'll call Dad.
Where were you?
I'll leave you to it.
Where were you?
I had to sort something out.
Why didn't you answer?
I was working on a story about your town to help your family.
I gave Bernat's tissue for analysis.
Great.
Justyna always does everything best. Justyna always does the most.
Give me the keys.
Where are you going?
-I have to sort something out too. -What?
Diddly-squat.
Don't be a jerk.
Shall we go there?
I talked to Bernat's girlfriend and his landlord.
They haven't seen him in London for a month.
He's gone, just like his father.
Shall we go?
Mikołaj took my keys, so…
We'll take mine. Come on.
You're about to meet a real oddball.
Maybe one of these?
The Gypsies give them to me as a bonus. For the cars. Wanna buy one?
They all work.
It's his side-hustle.
No one sees, no one judges. You know how it is.
A thief is better than a poacher.
A thief steals just an object.
A poacher takes a life.
It's this one.
This is totally weird.
-Why didn't you tell me? -Because I know nothing.
-What do we do? -We'll go to the police in the morning.
We'll show it to Dobociński. We'll force him to move his ass.
And we'll tell him the truth.
I got the phone from the Gypsies!
What do you think about this, Tomek?
Bernat Junior disappeared like his father. He was his old man's sole heir.
That's what I think.
What, for fuck's sake?
I came to see how you're doing.
I'm fine.
Fucking awesome. Why?
Going somewhere?
No.
Why are you so jumpy?
Me? Jumpy?
Why would I be jumpy?
You could've fucking told me that you were coming!
Since when do we announce visits in Zybork?
What the fuck do you want?
Will you tell me?
Bernat.
Was that you?
Did you, Kafel, and the guys want to squeeze some cash out of him?
You got together, took him, and the shit went down.
I swear,
I didn't do anything to him.
I want to sleep in peace. What's going on here?
Sober up, moron. Also, the morphine is about to kick in.
Yeah? I'm calling the police!
Do it. I'll tell them about the fucked-up shit you do.
-What kind of language is that? -The same you use every fucking night.
I'm gonna make all of you fucking pay for this!
Mom has pain episodes. That fucker has a problem with it.
Poles have a problem with everything.
We're Poles too, man.
So what's your problem?
Wow!
It'll be a Żabka store soon.
-But there's one nearby. -How is that an issue?
So?
What movie shall we watch?
The Matrix?
Why did you say that my greatest sin was laziness?
When you write a book…
you have to do…
Right.
What's it called, when you gather information?
-Research. -Exactly.
Research.
I lived here almost 20 years. That's my research.
You know, I'm no expert.
But if I were writing a book,
I'd talk to everyone.
To anyone I could.
The cops who investigated the case.
The doctors.
The witnesses.
The prosecutor who ran the case.
Let me tell you something, Kaśka. I received a card.
Just a regular postcard.
Someone signed it as Gizmo.
They wrote that they knew some truth
and would make it public.
And then, here, in Zybork,
someone placed another postcard behind my windshield wiper.
So what is the truth?
You know what?
All my life, I've known one thing.
No one will give me anything.
No one will help with anything.
I have to do everything myself.
Do you know that feeling?
I do.
I've lived my whole life with what happened to Daria and Sebastian.
And you know,
if you think about something all the time…
you come to various conclusions.
Right?
What conclusions?
I think someone pushed him to do it.
You know?
I don't know how.
But someone helped him.
Bullied him.
Forced him.
Drugged him.
You remember him.
He wouldn't hurt a fly.
And I know…
that someone is close by…
lives next to me…
and is laughing at me.
I'd find that someone, you know?
If only someone would talk to me.
If people didn't treat me like a leper.
Fuck.
I'm surprised he waited this long, you know?
That he didn't kill himself sooner.
I would've done it years ago.
Take care.
Who gave you the phone?
The young one. Gawił.
This is nice of you. Here's what we'll do.
When Marek Bernat reports a missing phone, we'll return it to him.
Marek Bernat disappeared. He's somewhere in Zybork.
He often comes here without telling his parents.
Everyone knows that.
I'm sure he's drinking vodka somewhere and lost his phone.
You examined the evidence yourselves?
It's not evidence. You dismissed it as evidence.
In an informal conversation with my wife, who tells you everything.
Marek Bernat is where his father was,
if he's even still alive.
What are you suggesting?
Someone kidnapped them and made…?
Made them eat each other?
-What the fuck's this? -Listen.
You have the phone and results. You're a cop, right?
You tell us what this is.
Goodbye.
Hello.
All good at the Town Hall?
Good, thank you.
I'm not sure if it's a day of miracles, but Głowacki was just here. Yes.
He left me a gift.
POLICE
How can we help?
I came for Gawił.
What do you want from my son?
I want to arrest him.
What is this nonsense, mashteri?
I'm arresting you for the kidnapping and death of Filip Bernat
and the disappearance of Marek Bernat.
Tchy mage pe mińc.
You suck mine.
You're making a mistake, mashteri.
Mangava, Dad.
Jasiek, shoot!
-Come on! -I don't know if we did the right thing.
Good!
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.
-All good! -Hi, Dad.
-Why did you foul him? -Not on purpose.
The Głowackis always play fair. Remember that.
I scored three goals today.
High-five. Let's go, Julia.
THE ZYBORK MAYOR INVITES YOU TO THE FAIR
LET'S CELEBRATE THE NEW DEVELOPMENT
Hello.
Prosecutor Markiewicz?
Yes?
Several years ago, a brother killed his sister in Zybork.
-You led the investigation. Remember? -I don't talk to journalists.
I'm not a journalist.
She was my girlfriend.
I remember.
It was one of the worst cases
I'd ever led.
Rape and murder among 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 was severely mentally disabled.
He was examined by a few forensic psychiatrists.
They didn't diagnose
any sadistic or psychopathic tendencies.
They also tested him for drugs but didn't find anything.
But there are drugs that can't be detected in blood.
-Psychedelics, for instance. -Yes, I know all that.
I even wrote a book about it. If you feel like…
I mean, you know,
crime fiction is not really
my cup of tea.
But I'll take it
for my wife.
I'll be blunt.
Do you still think he did it?
The basis of every indictment is the evidence collected at the scene.
In this case, it was irrefutable.
However, his confession…
In my opinion, it wasn't credible.
Why?
Because he was severely battered by the police.
Some young officer got carried away.
Maybe he did that once and never again. I'm not justifying it. I'm just saying…
Did you tell anyone about this?
Who?
The family?
What for? What would that give them?
Dunno. Some kind of
sense of justice.
Justice is when the guilty party is judged,
sentenced,
and imprisoned.
Except everyone forgets about all the victims…
who can no longer be helped.
Because some wounds just never heal.
A sense of justice.
And a sense of responsibility.
-Responsibility is not "our fucking turn." -Tomek.
That's right.
It's something much bigger.
-And more important. -No, Tomek. That's not an option.
They're just waiting for that, man.
As far as I remember, Madam Mayor just had her birthday.
We'll bring her a cake, give her our wishes.
We'll sing her something.
-What's wrong? -Damn it.
-Don't. -Wait.
-Tomek. -Shit. Your heart rate is way too high.
Agata, give me Captopril. You stand still!
And water.
-No, I'm okay. -Tomek…
-Agata. -Jesus.
You'll wear yourself out.
First yourself, then all of us.
What's up?
Nothing.
How are you doing?
Seems like you care more about him than me.
Hey, stop that.
We are here and now, okay?
We're helping your family, but we can just go to Warsaw.
You're most important to me.
Did you go to Wrocław?
And what happened there?
All of this could've been totally different.
All right.
All right, thanks. I'm okay.
And, Elka?
Listen, we're all waiting.
-Right. -Yeah?
Right.
-Let's go! -Yes.
-Let's go. -Right, everyone.
OUR ZYBORK
OUR TOWN, IN OUR HANDS
-We're signing the Notice to Proceed! -Better Zybork!
-To start the construction of our resort! -Better Zybork!
Because our job is not to reminisce about the splendor of the past.
-Our job is to build a new, better one. -Better Zybork!
Better Zybork!
A round of applause for Madam Mayor!
Bravo!
Hello, everyone! Hello, Zybork!
A BETTER ZYBORK
For those who don't know me, my name is Tomasz Głowacki.
And I'd like to introduce to you the residents of the Zybork colony!
These people came here especially to thank our Madam Mayor
for everything she does for our town.
Well done!
Don't leave, Madam Mayor. We have a beautiful gift for you.
Here you go.
This cake, Madam Mayor, is a token of our gratitude
for this unbelievable, fantastic opportunity
that the town of Zybork is getting, thanks to you and your team.
After all, we'll soon be getting a wonderful, beautiful hotel!
Really beautiful. I've seen the plans.
With a golf course and access to the lake.
A swimming pool, sauna, massages!
It's just that we will be the ones scrubbing toilets in that hotel!
Washing the sheets!
Cooking soup and taking out the trash!
But since it's such a huge success,
maybe, on this special occasion, we should sing "Happy Birthday" to Zybork.
However, I doubt
that our town will survive many birthdays
under Ms. Bulińska's rule.
But never mind. Let's sing.
Happy birthday to you Hey!
Happy birthday, dear Zybork Hey!
Happy birthday to you!
Where did you get the phone?
What phone?
Marek Bernat's phone.
So now you think I steal phones?
Really?
I don't think anything yet.
It's actually a good thing
that you Poles think we're so dumb.
Makes it easier to screw you over,
without you even realizing it.
Shall I fucking slap you?
Get Dobociński.
-Right now. -I tried. The line's busy.
Keep trying until you reach him.
Dunno. Call the landline or…
See?
-I told you that it would end like this. -How?
Everything is going as planned.
They're calling from the Town Hall about a crowd at the square.
Kryśka, come on.
You won't eat your cake?
Unfortunately,
all you can do is stand here like cunts in a closet.
Sure.
Dear residents of Zybork!
You're wonderful!
So get your friends,
your loved ones, and your families,
because we need a thousand signatures!
We need a thousand signatures to take matters into our own hands!
For this town, our town, to stay in our hands!
We need one thousand signatures!
Can you do that?
Dear residents! Can you do it?
Sacrifice your own sons,
not my son!
-I don't know anything about your son. -No?
You don't know?
You didn't have him arrested so they'd green-light your investment?
No? Then who?
You?
Where's Dobociński?
-He can't teleport. -Shut up!
-Let's go inside. -Hold on. Why go inside?
This is lovely. We're chatting, the weather is nice.
Release my son!
You human whores!
Minchali!
How about being less intimidating?
Yes, Mr. Tobek?
This is not intimidating.
This is.
You didn't have the real culprit,
so you found a Gypsy, right?
Because Gypsies mean nothing here, right?
They're just vermin.
Tobek, why would you do this?
You're just like them.
Just like all Poles.
One family.
Sons of bitches.
You fucking German cocksucker.
You can push them around, but not me.
Everyone will be relieved once I riddle you with holes.
I have one too.
Justyna!
What do you want?
You wanna die instead of him?
No one is shooting anyone.
Put the gun away and go home.
Listen to her, Tobek.
Put it down.
Give him back, or I'll burn this town down.
-I swear. -You're not burning anything.
No?
Give me something,
and I'll let him go.
Dad!
Jesus Christ!
Call an ambulance!
It was July 5th.
I was on my way back from a nightclub.
It was around 2:00 or 3:00 a.m.
I saw them, standing by the road.
-Who? -There were two of them.
Definitely old Głowacki. He was holding a metal rod in his hands.
And then?
Mrs. Bernat came to you the next day to report her husband's disappearance.
You ignored and ridiculed her, saying that he went to a whore.
Will you sign it?
We don't lie, mashteri.
You know we never lie.
We just don't talk to your lot.
You could've started with that.
Right. I'm going to wake the prosecutor up.
Subtitle translation by: Maja Konkolewska