HOUND'S HILL
How are you feeling?
Fine, fine.
Thanks.
You'll always feel fine, huh?
Even in a casket.
You're insane, Dad. Seriously.
Mikołaj, give it a rest, will you?
What? After all…
I'm not offending him.
I'm just stating a fact.
Madmen can do great things.
You're a madman, Dad.
Right.
What's up?
Spit it out.
Tobek's son gave a statement.
Against you.
He claims he saw you on the night of Bernat's disappearance.
What? What are you talking about?
Jasiek, come to Dad.
They wanna kill two birds with one stone. Get rid of you and close the case.
But it's just a statement. It won't do anything.
-It gives them a reason to make an arrest. -On what grounds?
On what grounds?
What, don't you know them?
They could plant something.
Dad, what's this?
Leave it.
Leave it, I said. It gives me extra powers.
Is Daddy gonna get better soon?
He's going to. Your dad is very strong.
We're good.
POLICE
-Hi. -Hi.
We've got a warrant to search the premises.
Issued by whom, I wonder?
-The Prosecutor's Office. -Mm-hmm.
-They're efficient in Poland. -You guys have no right.
We have every right to go in there.
And you're not even registered at this address.
Two to the living room, one in the kitchen.
Excuse me.
What are you searching for?
Hey, be careful with that!
What are you looking for in that book?
-I'm following procedures, ma'am. -There are procedures, right?
What do you wanna achieve with this?
To the basement.
Show me the warrant.
What a fucking circus.
Relax, it'll be okay.
Broth?
How do you sleep?
What's that?
I'm curious how you sleep at night having so much on your conscience.
I sleep well.
I have restful nights, ma'am.
Maybe fucking arrest all of us instead.
You? What for?
Got something!
Good.
That looks pretty nice.
These items match the statement.
What fucking statement?
Okay, put this away as evidence, and let's head to the hospital.
You'll find that in every home.
Fuck. What do we do?
We drive.
For fuck's sake.
You can't do this.
He just had a heart attack.
What's going on with you? I won't let you in that room.
-He's not well enough. -Please move aside.
No.
He's not in the ICU, is he?
No, he's not.
That means that his condition is satisfactory.
Tomek Głowacki.
You are under arrest for disrupting the peace and public order,
and as a suspect in the case of the abduction, torture, and murder
of Filip Bernat.
In light of the evidence provided by your daughter-in-law,
you will also be interrogated in connection with the disappearance of
Marek Bernat.
I'm not telling you anything without a lawyer.
Tomek.
I know what your version of the story is.
The town became a private business.
Vulturous elites.
The system's out to fucking get you.
But I'm too old for that shit.
And to me, it all adds up.
And you know it all adds up.
And you also know that I know.
Go fuck yourself.
You're being transferred to Wrocław in an hour.
The prosecutor's office approved it.
That Zybork of yours is a real clusterfuck.
The fair,
some sort of shooting…
It's all because of some people who will do anything to disrupt the peace.
I understand that.
But when you build a big, beautiful hotel
with the money from our fund
is when those people are gonna get on the ball.
I believe we've solved that problem.
We already have a suspect. We're following procedures.
Besides, sir, if I may,
we've got other ideas about activating the local community.
Incubators for new businesses, a regatta on the lake,
kayak races, and possibly even a concert.
Concerts aren't really your strong suit.
Johann Kalt, private investor. We've met.
I'd like to clear up certain doubts you seem to have, sir.
Naturally, the contractor will be Polbud, your brother's company.
Because I'm guessing that's what all these doubts are about, yes?
Excuse me…
…but…
Of course, I realize the company's registered to your brother's mistress.
But who would look at those documents?
And this company carries out all public orders at the government level.
Is that right?
We will likewise entrust our investment to this contractor,
who is officially endorsed.
Oh.
And the regatta my colleague spoke about…
We'll promote it as the Governor's Cup.
Um…
Sure.
Amazing.
Really promising idea, uh, to organize a regatta, really.
Of course, I'll personally sponsor it.
Send over the paperwork.
Have a good day. Auf wieder sehen.
How about lunch?
How are you holding up?
You found this.
If anyone asks.
THE ART OF WAR
You think that…
we're like him?
-Like our old man? -Yeah.
No, Paleface.
He keeps pushing forward, and we stand in place.
Jasiek's gonna be like that.
You can already tell.
Everyone in class listens to him.
Fuck, Listen to this. Recently, he…
One of his teacher gave him an F, and he said, "That's unfair."
So he asked his teacher if he could be tested again, and she agreed.
And he got an A.
That's why Dad loves him. Because he sees it.
-And us? -What about us?
He didn't love us?
Do you actually remember being loved?
-It's hard to say. -The fuck it is, dude.
DOMAZEPAM 0.5
You don't want to watch it?
There's a camera upstairs.
I've seen the tape.
You should watch it.
Don't talk to me.
-Take a look. -Just shut up.
It's all in the Prosecutor's Office, the warrant for his arrest.
As far as I know, they want to pursue it two ways.
Yeah, they want to charge him under paragraph 20
for committing a crime of a terroristic nature.
And they want to pin the murder on him.
Of course, we have an alibi.
There's a signal, but he hasn't picked up.
All right, thank you. Okay, I'll be waiting by the phone.
No, it's like he disappeared. I didn't notice when he left.
Who?
I called the diocese.
The Bishop is conducting mass.
His car isn't gone. It's still there.
I'll handle this privately. The chief won't do anything about this.
What now? The priest disappeared? Just like his brother?
-How much did he say? -Who?
Your lawyer. How much does he want?
Um, it's 20,000.
Have you seen Mikołaj?
All right, what's your full name?
Do you know what your name is?
What are you doing?
I got this from Winnicki.
So tell us, what did you do to your sister yesterday on the hill?
Bad ones were there.
There were monsters over there.
What the fuck were you doing there, freak?
I'll ask you again. What the fuck were you doing there?
Hey, we don't need a confession.
What sick freak does something like that to his own fucking sister?
Oh God.
Jesus Christ.
Speak!
No.
There…There were monsters…
They were bad.
And he…
ate.
Ate. He ate!
And, uh…
the fox couldn't help her.
The fox couldn't help!
It's my fault.
What are you talking about?
It's my fault, Justyna.
What do you mean your fault? You're not the one beating him on tape.
That night…
there was a big party at the castle.
Jarecki and the band was playing.
Everybody was there.
Bernat Junior.
Maciuś.
Fuck, I was in awe of him back then.
He always brought drugs from Wrocław.
And Gizmo came.
Fuck, come on, buddy.
-Come here. Hey, Gizmo. -Fuck.
Hey, how's it going buddy?
You're gonna have to hang out with us tonight, okay, man?
Daria.
Daria's coming soon.
-It's Paleface. -You thirsty?
-Hey, Gizmo, have a drink. -Don't give him that. He's on medication.
He fucking wants to.
-You're gonna carry him home. -Okay, hold on.
-Hold on. -Think for fuck's sake.
Hold on. Can we have fun? Come on.
Three, two, one, go.
Well done.
Sebastian, you're a cool guy. You know that?
Not some fucking bum, right?
Right!
Hey, Gizmo.
Tell me.
Have you ever flown?
-No. -Would you like to fly?
Huh?
No, no, no, no. Are you fucking nuts?
-Maybe it'll unscramble his brain, guys. -Maybe it'll turn you around.
Fuck, it might just unscramble his brain, and he might finally be fucking normal.
Fuck.
Dammit, man. Come on.
Here, drink up, bro. Drink it down.
-Come on, come on. -Come on, don't.
What the fuck, man? You're not joking around.
Dude, you were fucking thirsty, huh?
Holy fuck, man!
-You're gonna fucking fly. -This is gonna be great.
We gave him acid.
Just for fun, right?
We drugged him.
And then he fucking killed her.
Gizmo!
Oh fuck.
Are you fucking nuts?
Seba.
Sebastian, what's up? Come on.
All of you are fucking mental.
Fuck, girl. Chill. The boy's having a blast.
-What is your problem? -Shut the fuck up.
-No, man. -What the fuck did you give him?
Oh my God. Let's go, Sebastian. Let's get out of here.
Come on.
Twenty fucking years passed…
and then he killed himself.
Jesus Christ, Mikołaj.
Hey.
You didn't know.
How could you have fucking known he had this in him?
Psychedelics don't really generate anything in a person's brain
that wasn't already there.
-They just help bring it to the surface. -Oh, really?
Are you seriously going to fucking lecture me about drugs?
-You're just completely detached. -Calm down.
What am I fucking detached from, huh?
You're fucking detached!
You're completely detached from reality, from life!
You're acting like those fucking arrogant bitches from fucking Warsaw.
You've fucking never been to a trash town like this before.
You think investigating a town like this will make you understand the people--
Mikołaj, stop!
Just stop it.
You're not making any sense.
You're in a bad place right now.
Everything is fucking wrong.
Mikołaj, I'm sorry. Come here.
How about we pack and leave for Warsaw right now, okay?
How about on the way back, we visit…
your editor. How does that sound?
What?
You thought I didn't know?
I think it was something along the lines of, "I miss your scent."
You'd prefer if I didn't know, right?
That everyone just assumed I was with the newspaper's whore.
No, sorry.
If I was with a person fulfilling her polyamorous needs.
-You've got some fucking nerve. -No, you're the one with the nerve!
You've got some fucking nerve!
Are you crazy?
Mikołaj, it's fucking over. Do you get that?
You were fucking stoned.
You were high all the time, and you left me to fend for myself.
I never knew where you were or if you even cared.
I was the only one dealing with it. Do you get that?
You don't know shit about being miserable.
I can't look at you.
I can't right now.
You're not the only one who knows what it feels like.
Fuck!
I get that he was messing with him,
but transferring him to Wrocław?
They couldn't keep him in Zybork for longer than 48 hours.
So what now?
You know I'm not pressuring you,
but it'll be hard without Justyna.
If her lawyer can help us and she writes that article,
they'll all shit themselves.
The only thing they're scared of is having everyone know.
-She doesn't owe us anything. -But she's family, right?
I'll take care of it.
You don't have to, really.
Consider it done.
Everything all right with you?
Ma'am, I can't help you. It would've been wise to consult with us…
The mayor's office, please?
-What do you mean? -You should've built somewhere else.
Besides, we're buying at market prices. You won't be out of pocket.
The mayor is busy.
Hi. Głowacki from the newspaper The National.
I would like to talk to you.
I'm sorry, madam mayor, but she wouldn't stop.
Mmm.
I know who you are and the purpose of this visit.
-Some tea, please. -Right away.
A legacy from my predecessor.
Oh, yes, that's, um…
rather unfortunate, I'll admit.
I'm well aware of what you want to talk about.
Tomek Głowacki was arrested on the grounds of one person's testimony.
Justyna, it's not like that.
I really understand the big picture.
Your father-in-law is a fanatic.
Fanatics are dangerous.
They categorize people into good or bad.
Aren't people inherently good or bad?
The same person can be good and then bad because life changes them.
You know…
Tomek and Filip…
I've known forever because we went to the same high school in Zybork.
Hmm.
They always hated each other.
Tomek was jealous of Filip's talent with money,
and Filip envied Tomek's…
strength,
the influence he had over people.
Hmm.
They worked together because they knew they complemented each other,
that they could do more together.
And?
But Filip was fed up with him.
About a week before he died, he came to me and said,
"Krystyna, why are we fighting all the time? What the hell for?"
"This town needs to evolve."
"I'm even ready to sign the lease over."
"Why should I keep fighting with Głowacki?"
You're definitely very well prepared.
And you talk about it in such a calm manner.
But even if what you're saying is true, what difference does it make?
Unless you're subtly suggesting that Głowacki is guilty.
I'm not suggesting anything.
I genuinely didn't want him to get arrested.
What's the point of turning him into a martyr?
Thanks for your time.
I think I have enough for now.
You seem like a nice person.
We could do something really great together.
Fighting serves no purpose.
-Thank you. -Your change.
-Thank you. -Have a good day.
-Soft pack of Reds. -Sure thing.
-Come, Marysia. -I'm coming.
WINNIE THE POOH CLUB PEDOPHILE RING AMONG WARSAW ELITES
Card or cash?
Excuse me.
Card or cash?
Adam Kowalski?
You might as well have signed your own fucking name.
I told you I had to protect you.
I'm gonna take you to court, Jacek.
Why? Just to prove something?
These people are ruthless,
and they will hurt those who pose a risk to their interests.
Stop it. Stop it!
Read the article.
You're the best journalist in Poland.
But sometimes you don't know what you're doing.
I know.
Justyna…
I know what I'm doing, you stupid asshole.
Hello?
Are you sitting down? You better be sitting down.
I sold the rights for a limited series.
That is fantastic.
We should celebrate that, right?
Okay, just come back from that dump.
I am. I'm coming back.
Tomorrow at 10 a.m. Your place.
Great. Looking forward to it.
One more thing.
Yeah?
Transfer 20k to the bank account of the law firm Krymscy and Associates.
You getting divorced?
Transfer 20k with "Tomek Głowacki" as the title.
Bye.
In.
Take calm breaths.
In, out.
Yeah.
-Breathe in and out. -Daria, hey.
In…
Fuck off.
-Breathe in and out. -Oh, come on. Hey.
-In… -Come on, it's--
What the fuck do you want?
-It wasn't me. It was Maciuś. -Get the fuck out of here!
Mikołaj.
Breathe out now.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in…
-Let's go. -Don't.
Take calm breaths.
Get in.
And breathe.
Fuck!
We gave him acid back then.
Me, Maciuś, and Jarecki.
If I'd have been there, I could've…
I could've done something, stopped him.
But I didn't.
Mikołaj.
Do you realize this is really happening?
-What? -All this.
You and me.
This moment. This table. Here and now.
Life.
Do you get that? Life.
Life doesn't start when you're prepared for it.
It's always going on.
Do you really think you were the one suffering all these years?
The most out of everyone?
Didn't you think about Masłowska?
For 20 years…
she's lived with the fact that her son killed her daughter.
A brother killed a sister.
Didn't you think about little Kaśka? What she's endured?
You've got a brother and a sister.
A few days ago, criminals nearly burned down our house.
They were inside when that happened.
Did you think about what could've happened?
Do you even…
Is there space in your world for any other people?
Or are you the only inhabitant, huh?
Why can't you show a little kindness sometimes?
Kindness?
I'm not some fucking stranger. I'm your son.
I have three sons.
And the youngest is the smartest of them, the most mature.
Why didn't you love us?
Love you?
No.
You never loved us.
Mikołaj.
Don't push it.
You never loved me,
Grzesiek…
Don't fucking push it.
…or Mom.
Leave your mother out of this.
It's actually very simple.
You make choices.
-And then you suffer the consequences. -That's a fucking lie.
A lie.
You just never loved us.
All right.
I patiently waited for you all these years when you were gone.
Countless times I tried to get in touch with you.
And you turned me down every single time.
You chose to cut ties with this town,
to cut ties with this family.
Yeah.
So I had to…
cut ties with you…
as well.
Why the hell is this here? Come on!
When?
"Boss" what? "Boss" what? What time were you supposed to be here?
I heard that your husband and my father-in-law were at odds.
Is that true?
Tomek is a force to be reckoned with,
and Filip didn't like to reckon with anybody.
Hmm.
Me included.
My father-in-law says that your husband held onto the lease of the lot
for the sake of the residents of the colony.
Hmm.
He didn't even consider them to be people.
All he was seeking was financial gain, as usual.
It was his main passion.
And where was he looking to do that?
Marek stopped texting back.
I thought maybe he had a new phone, and that…
I don't know.
It doesn't… It doesn't matter.
I told him not to hang around with Gypsies.
But he's like his father.
Money matters most.
It's always about money.
Are you implying that Marek had a friendly connection with the Romani?
Hi, everyone.
Welcome.
Please sit.
Where did you get Marek Bernat's phone?
We didn't have it.
We don't steal phones.
Do you think we'd have a house like this if we just stole phones?
But you saw him when he came to Poland.
We'd see him now and then.
But recently?
What I meant is, did you see him recently?
Perhaps.
What does it matter anyway?
His father tried to sell you the lease on the property.
Then he changed his mind, though?
Decided to strike a deal with city hall.
Tell her.
Yeah.
We saw him.
About a month ago.
I partied with him. We even got along well.
He was supposed to convince his father to sell us the lease.
We were to enter a partnership.
It all turned out to be bullshit, though.
He hadn't spoken to his old man. He just rolled up to score some free blow.
We were having a barbecue.
He ate his food and got drunk.
And started screaming that he was done running.
That he was coming back for good.
That night, he got wasted, got up, and said he wanted to go.
But he had his phone on him the entire time.
No one took it from him.
Then where did he go?
Mikołaj!
He's not here.
Have you seen him?
I just told you. He's not here.
But the car's here.
So what?
Bernat Junior was in Poland.
The Romani took him to Maciuś.
How do you know?
I went there.
You saying you talked to them?
Someone had to, right?
Will you go with me to see him?
Justyna…
What the fuck for?
Are you coming or not? Because you're starting to pissing me off!
-Hey. -Are you fucking crazy?
That's how it is here in Zybork, right?
You can drug a kid with special needs
making him fucking kill his own sister, and what?
And what?
Nothing fucking happens! Nothing!
Nothing happened.
Life just goes on, right?
I'm here in this lame bar….
You guys are also here.
And what?
Everything's fucking great! Zybork's fucking amazing!
What the fuck are you staring at?
What the fuck are you staring at, huh?
You'd better go now.
They'll hurt you if you stay.
Leave.
Hey!
Where's Maciuś?
-Why, Grzesiek? -None of your business!
You're such a jackass, man.
We just want to talk with him.
We want to help him.
I don't know. They're partying at the German's place.
They struck some kind of deal.
Do you know where that is?
Thanks.
Good evening to you.
How may I help you?
I can see you're celebrating about something.
Yes.
We're celebrating.
The whole town should be celebrating too.
You can't just loosen up for one single fucking day, can you?
Krzysiu.
You locked up the old man, so maybe you can do something about them as well?
You, Grzesiek…
are a miserable stick in the mud.
But I would've expected more from you, Justyna.
Hold on, hold on.
Attention should be given to guests.
Even if they come unannounced.
Would you like something to drink?
-I want to talk about Bernat Junior. -What about him?
I talked to Gawił, and he said--
Sure, give a Gypsy a hundred bucks…
he'll tell you anything, right?
So go.
And keep talking to that fucking cocksucker, understand?
Excuse my language, guys.
Maybe you've reconsidered having something to drink?
He came to your house that day at dawn.
You took him to the forest by yourself or with someone, I don't know,
and you took him to where you were holding his father.
And you guys tortured him to force his father to sign the documents.
And then what?
You cut off a piece of his body and shoved it in his father's mouth?
For the hell of it?
You stupid fucking bitch.
-Shut your motherfucking mouth! -Hey!
Okay, I don't know about you, but I'm getting tired of this.
Maybe we should just ask them to simply leave.
Okay, yeah.
I'd prefer a nicer atmosphere.
You know what's more interesting?
That your father-in-law won't get out of this one.
It doesn't matter if he did it or not. He's finished for good.
And this moron will be charged as his accomplice.
But you and your husband still have a way out.
If, right this minute,
you get the fuck out of town.
Out.
What's up?
Let me in.
What do you need?
Oxy or morphine.
Fuck off.
What? Do you think I'm fucking dumb? Here's the money.
You know, just tell your brother that I've run out.
What are you talking about?
Hey, is she fucking okay?
Uh…Yeah, uh…
Jesus is keeping an eye on her.
Okay.
I only got this.
-Justyna? -Yeah?
Listen, sorry for calling so late.
I heard what they did at The National.
It's their classic crap.
Yeah.
I think this would be a good time for us to do something together, don't you think?
Depends on your goal.
Write me an article about Frombork.
That's an interesting story.
It's Zybork.
The town in question is called Zybork.
I'm here as we speak.
When could you send the story?
Mmm…
I'll let you know tomorrow.
The situation's pretty dynamic, okay?
Okay, thanks.
Hi, it's Mikołaj. Leave a message.
Would you like to know the truth?
I'll show it to you.
Come.
Subtitles translation by: Maja Konkolewska