HOUND'S HILL
How are you feeling?
Fine.
Thanks.
You'll always feel fine, right?
Even in a coffin.
You're mad, Dad. Seriously.
Mikołaj, give him a break.
What? I mean…
I'm not offending him.
I'm just stating a fact. Madmen can do great things.
You're a madman, Dad.
Hey.
What's up?
Spit it out.
Tobek's son gave a statement
implicating you.
He says he saw you the night Bernat disappeared.
What? What are you talking about?
Jasiek, come to papa.
They wanna kill two birds with one stone. Get rid of you and close the case.
-It's just a statement. It won't do much. -It gives a reason to make an arrest.
On what grounds?
Don't you know them?
They could plant something.
Dad, what's this?
Leave it.
Leave it, because it gives me extra powers.
Will Dad get better?
He will. Your dad is very strong.
POLICE
-Hello. -Hello.
We have a search warrant.
I wonder where from.
The Prosecutor's Office.
-They're very efficient. -You have no right.
We have every right to enter, and you're not even a legal occupier.
Two in the lounge, one in the kitchen.
Excuse me.
What are you after?
Careful, okay?
What are you looking for in there?
-I'm carrying out procedures, ma'am. -Procedures?
What are you trying to achieve?
To the basement.
The warrant, please.
What a fucking circus.
Relax. It'll be okay.
Chicken soup?
How do you sleep?
-What? -How, with so much on your conscience?
Quickly. I fall sleep quickly, ma'am.
-Why don't you fucking arrest all of us? -You? What for?
Got something!
This looks nice.
It matches the statement.
What fucking statement?
-Secure it, and let's go to the hospital. -You'll find that in every home.
-Fuck. What do we do? -Let's go.
Krzysiek.
Goddammit. He's unwell.
Have you lost your mind? I won't let you in there.
-Move, please. -No.
Is he in the ICU or not?
He's not.
So his condition is satisfactory.
Tomasz Głowacki,
you are under arrest for disrupting the peace and public order,
and for the alleged abduction and torture of Filip Bernat.
In light of evidence provided by your daughter-in-law,
you will also be interrogated in connection with the disappearance
of Marek Bernat.
I won't say anything without a lawyer.
Tomek.
I know how you see it.
A town gone rogue.
Greedy elites.
A clique that will kill you.
But I'm too old for that.
To me, it all adds up.
And you know that it adds up.
And you know that I know.
Eat shit.
You're going to Wrocław in an hour.
Orders of the Prosecutor's Office.
That Zybork of yours is quite the circus.
A fair,
some sort of shooting…
All caused by people who'd do anything to disrupt the peace in our town.
I understand.
What if you build a big, beautiful hotel with the money from our fund,
and these people take it even further?
I think we've solved that problem. We have a suspect we're investigating.
And, Sir Vaivode, we've got other ideas to engage the local community.
A business incubator, regatta on the lake, maybe kayak races, and concerts.
Concerts are not your strong suit.
Johann Kalt, private investor. We've met.
I'd like to clear up some doubts.
The contractor will be Polbud, your brother's firm.
Because that's what these doubts are about, right?
Excuse me,
but…
The registered owner is your brother's mistress,
but who's going to check that?
This firm carries out all public orders at the voivodeship level, right?
We will entrust our investment to this proven contractor,
who is merited in the region.
And the regatta my colleague mentioned will be for the Voivode's Cup. How's that?
Yeah.
Great.
Great idea…
A regatta, yes.
Of course, I will… be the patron.
We'll have the paperwork soon.
Have a good day. Goodbye.
Shall we eat?
How are you?
You found it,
if anyone asks.
THE ART OF WAR
Do you think…
we're like him?
-Like our old man? -Yeah.
Paleface.
He pushes forward, but we're standing still.
Jasiek will be like him.
You can already tell.
Everyone in class listens to him.
Fuck. Recently…
His teacher gives him an F. He says, "That's unfair."
He demands to be tested again. She tests him again.
And he gets an A.
That's why Dad loves him. He can see it.
And us?
What about us?
Didn't he love us?
Do you remember being loved by him?
-It's hard to say. -The fuck it is!
Don't you want to watch it?
There's a camcorder in the attic.
I've already seen it.
You should watch it.
Don't talk to me.
-Watch it. -Shut up.
It's all in the Prosecutor's Office, including the arrest warrant.
As far as I know, they want to pursue two charges.
That's right. They want to charge him with a section 20 terrorist offense.
And they want to pin a murder on him.
Yes, we have an alibi.
Got a signal but no answer.
-No messages? -Great. Thank you. I'll be waiting.
No, it's as if he disappeared. I didn't even notice when he left.
Who?
I called the curia. Nothing.
The vicar's conducting a Mass.
His car is still there.
I'll handle this privately. Dobociński won't investigate this.
The priest has gone missing? Like his brother?
-How much did he say? -What?
Your lawyer. How much?
Twenty thousand.
Have you seen Mikołaj?
Right. Name and surname.
You know his name and surname.
What are you doing?
I got this from Winnicki.
So tell us what you did to your sister yesterday.
On the hill.
It was the baddies.
Monsters were there.
What the fuck were you doing there, freak?
I'm asking you again. What the fuck were you doing there?
Hey, we don't need a confession.
What sick freak does that to his own fucking sister?
Fucking hell.
Jesus Christ…
Speak!
No…
There…
There were baddies.
Baddies…
Baddies, there…
They're driving.
And…
that fox couldn't do anything.
The fox couldn't do anything!
It's my fault.
What are you saying?
It's my fault, Justyna.
How is it your fault? It wasn't you beating him up.
That night…
there was a big party at the castle.
Jarecki was playing a gig.
Everyone was there.
Bernat Junior.
Maciuś.
Fuck. I was so in awe of him back then.
He kept bringing drugs from Wrocław.
Gizmo was there.
Come here, buddy. What's up, Gizmo?
Hey, have you found that Black Negro yet? Or not yet? What the fuck is up with that?
Daria!
Daria will be here soon.
-Paleface. -Hi, kid.
-Have a drink. -Don't give it to him. He's on meds.
-He fucking wants it. -You'll be the one carrying him home.
-Okay. Wait. -Think about it.
Hold on, guys. Come on. Three, two, one, go.
Well done.
Sebastian.
You're a cool guy. You're not some fucking bum, right?
Right!
Hey, Gizmo.
Tell me this.
Have you ever been flying?
-No, I haven't. -Would you like to fly?
-What? This? -No. Are you fucking nuts?
-It could fucking unscrew him. -Your brain could fucking unscrew.
Yours could unscrew and become fucking normal.
Fuck.
-Gizmo. -Fucking hell.
Drink, bro. Down it, brother.
Keep going.
-Wow! Fuck me! -Fucking hell!
You were fucking thirsty, dude.
Holy fuck!
-Fuck. -This will be insane.
We gave him LSD.
Just for kicks, right?
We got him high.
And he fucking killed her.
Gizmo!
Fuck.
Are you fucking nuts?
Sebek.
Sebek, are you okay? Come on.
You're all fucked up.
Fuck, girl. Chill. He's having a fucking blast.
Shut the fuck up.
What the fuck did you give him?
For fuck's sake. You're all mental.
It's 20 fucking years later…
and he fucking kills himself.
Fucking hell, Mikołaj.
Hey.
You didn't know.
How the fuck were you to know that he had it in him?
Psychedelics don't put in you what wasn't there before.
-They fucking bring out what's in you. -Really?
You're fucking lecturing me about the effects of drugs?
You're totally detached.
What the fuck am I detached from?
You're fucking detached. Totally detached from reality, from life!
You're acting like them know-it-all bimbos from fucking Warsaw,
who come, for the first time, to a fucking dump like this.
You think you'll go to the butcher's to buy chicken feet, and what?
-You'll fucking know? -Mikołaj, stop! Enough.
You're talking fucking bullshit.
You're not well.
Nothing is fucking well.
Mikołaj, come here.
Let's pack and go to Warsaw now.
Why don't we stop
at your editor's place, huh?
What?
You thought I didn't know?
"I miss your scent."
You'd rather I didn't know, right?
You'd rather everyone thought I was with the newspaper's whore?
I'm sorry…
With a person fulfilling her polyamorous needs.
-You've got some fucking nerve. -No, you do.
You've got a fucking nerve!
Are you fucking mad?
Mikołaj, that's fucking over, okay?
You were on a fucking bender, high all the fucking time.
I was alone with it, and I was totally fucking sad.
I was alone. Do you get that?
You don't know shit about being miserable.
Get out of my sight.
Get the fuck out.
You're the only one who knows, right?
Fuck!
I get that he was fucking with him, but why to Wrocław?
They couldn't keep him in Zybork for more than 48 hours.
What now?
I don't want to pressure her, but it'll be hard without Justyna.
They'll lose their shit if she gets a lawyer and writes about it.
The only thing they fear is people finding out about it all.
-She doesn't owe us anything. -But she's family, right?
I'll handle it.
You don't have to.
It's done.
Everything okay?
I didn't work on the land development plan.
Madam Mayor's office?
-My garage is there. -You should've built it elsewhere.
We pay market prices. You won't be at a loss.
Madam Mayor is busy.
Hello. Mrs. Głowacka from The National.
I'd like to talk to you.
I'm sorry, but it was impossible to stop this lady.
I know who you are and why you're here. Make us tea.
Right away.
A legacy from my predecessor.
Yes, right…
It's rather unfortunate, I admit.
I know who you want to talk about.
Tomasz Głowacki was arrested on the basis of one man's statement.
Let me put it this way…
I really understand everything.
Your father-in-law is a fanatic.
Fanatics are dangerous.
They classify people as good or bad.
Aren't people good or bad?
One person can sometimes be good and sometimes bad,
because life changes them.
You know…
Tomek and Filip…
I call them that because we went to the same high school in Zybork.
They always hated each other.
Tomek was jealous of Filip's knack for money,
and Filip of Tomek's
power,
the influence he had on people.
They worked together because they knew they complemented each other
and could do more together.
But?
But Filip was fed up with him.
A week before he died, he said to me,
"Kryśka, why are we… fighting? Why? This town has to evolve."
"I'll give up the lease for you."
"I'm tired of fighting Głowacki."
You're very well prepared.
You talk about it so calmly.
But even if it's true, what difference does it make?
Unless you're directly suggesting that Głowacki is guilty?
I'm not suggesting anything.
I really didn't want him to get arrested. Why make a martyr out of him?
Thank you. I have enough for now.
You're a cool person.
We could do something cool together.
Why fight each other?
-Here's your change. -Thank you. Bye.
Thank you.
-Soft pack of Reds. -Okay.
-Come on, Marysia. -I'm coming.
WINNIE THE POOH CLUB PEDOPHILE RING AMONG WARSAW ELITES
Card or cash?
PEDOPHILE RING
Hello?
Card or cash?
Adam Kowalski?
You should've signed it with your own fucking name.
I told you, I had to protect you.
I'm going to sue you, Jacek.
Why? What do you want to prove?
They're ruthless, bad people. They're not afraid to hurt those who--
Stop it!
Justyna.
You're number one. You're the best journalist in Poland.
-But sometimes-- -I know.
-You don't always know what you're doing. -I know what I'm doing. Stupid dick!
Hello?
Are you sitting down?
I sold the rights for a limited series.
That's wonderful.
We should celebrate, right?
Yeah, just come back from the boondocks.
I am coming back.
Your place, tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.
Great. I'll be waiting.
One more thing.
Yeah?
Transfer 20 grand to Krymscy and Associates Law Firm.
Why? Getting a divorce?
Transfer 20 grand with "Tomasz Głowacki" as the reference.
Bye.
Breathe in.
Calm breathing, Gizmo. Breathe in.
-Breathe out. -Hey.
-Breathe in and out. -Daria.
-Breathe in. -Fuck off.
-Come on. -Breathe in and out.
-Come on. -What the fuck do you want?
-Hey, it wasn't me. It was Maciuś. -Fuck off!
-Breathe in and out. -Mikołaj.
Breathe in and out.
Breathe in…
-Let's go. -Let go of me.
Calm breathing.
Get in.
Through your nose.
And breathe out.
Fuck!
We gave him LSD that night.
Me, Maciuś, and Jarecki.
It's my fault, you know?
I could've done something, stopped them.
But I didn't.
Mikołaj.
This is really happening.
-What? -All of this.
You and me. This moment. This table. Here, now.
Life. Do you get that? Life.
Life doesn't start when you're ready for it.
It continuously goes on.
Do you really think that you're the one who's been suffering all these years?
The most out of everyone?
What about Ms. Masłowska?
For 20 years,
she's been living with the knowledge that her son killed her daughter.
A brother killed his sister.
What about little Kaśka and what she's been through?
You have a brother and sister.
A few days ago, our house was set on fire.
They're little kids. They were inside.
Do you see what could've happened?
Do you even…
Is there any space in your world for other people?
Or are you the only inhabitant?
Why can't you be nice?
Nice?
I'm not some fucking stranger. I'm your son.
I have three sons.
And the youngest is the smartest,
the most mature.
Why didn't you love us?
Love?
You didn't.
You never loved us.
Mikołaj.
Don't push it.
You never loved me,
Grzesiek…
Don't fucking push it.
…or Mom.
Leave Mom out of this.
It's very simple.
You make choices.
-And then you bear the consequences. -Fuck, no.
No.
You never loved us.
All right.
I waited for you all these years when you were gone.
I reached out to you a hundred times.
Each time, you rejected me.
You cut ties with this town.
You cut ties with this family.
Yeah.
So I had to…
cut ties with you here.
Here.
Why the hell is this here?
When?
"Boss," what? What time were you supposed to be here?
I heard your husband and my father-in-law were at odds. Is that true?
Tomasz is a force to be reckoned with,
but Filip didn't reckon with anyone.
Including me.
My father-in-law says
that your husband kept the lease because of the colony's residents.
He didn't think of them as people.
He was looking to make money, like always.
That was his main passion.
Where was he looking?
Marek stopped replying.
I thought he had a new phone, that…
I don't know.
No, never mind.
I told him not to associate with Gypsies.
But he's like his father.
Money matters the most.
It's always about the money.
Are you saying that Marek was friends with the Romani?
Hello.
Welcome.
Take a seat.
Where did you get Marek Bernat's phone?
We didn't.
We don't steal phones.
You think we'd have a house like this from stealing phones?
But you saw him when he came to Poland.
We did see him at some point.
Now…
I mean, you saw him recently.
Maybe.
What does it matter?
His father wanted to sell you the lease.
Did he then change his mind? Did he decide to go with the Town Hall?
Tell her.
Yes.
We saw him.
About a month ago.
I partied with him. We liked each other.
He was supposed to convince his father to sell us the lease.
It was going to be a partnership.
But it turned out to be bullshit.
He never spoke to his father. He came here to get high for free.
We had a BBQ.
He stuffed himself,
got smashed…
and started yelling that… he didn't want to run anymore,
that he was coming back for good.
At night, he went berserk. He got up and said he wanted to go.
He had his phone the entire time.
No one took it from him.
Where did he go?
Mikołaj!
He's not here.
Have you seen him?
I'm telling 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 talked to them? -Someone had to, right?
Will you come with me to see him?
Justyna,
what the fuck for?
Are you coming or not? You're pissing me off!
-Hey! -Are you fucking crazy?
That's how it is in Zybork, right?
You can drug a mentally disabled kid
so that he fucking kills his own sister, and…?
And what?
Nothing, for fuck's sake! Nothing!
Nothing happened.
Life goes on, right?
I'm here.
You're here.
And?
Everything's fucking awesome! Zybork rules!
What the fuck are you staring at?
You'd better go.
They'll hurt you.
Leave.
Hey!
Where's Maciuś?
-Why, Grzesiu? -None of your business!
-Fuck! -You're so fucking funny.
We just want to talk to him.
We want to help him.
I don't know. Partying at the German's place.
They struck some kind of deal.
Do you know where it is?
Thanks.
Good evening.
How may I help you?
I can see that you're celebrating.
Yes.
We're celebrating.
The whole town should be celebrating.
Can't you chill your asses, just for one day?
Krzysiu.
You locked up the old man, so maybe… do something about them too?
You, Głowacki,
are a common boor.
But I'd expect more from you, ma'am.
Hold on.
Guests should be attended to,
even those uninvited.
Would you like a drink?
-I want to talk about Bernat Junior. -What about him?
I talked to Gawił, and he said--
Sure, pay a Gypsy one hundred,
and he'll tell you anything.
Go, then.
Carry on talking to that fucking man-whore. Get it?
Pardon my French.
-Maybe you'd like a drink, after all? -He came to your house back then, at dawn.
You took him to the forest, by yourself or with someone.
You took him where you kept his father.
You tortured him to force his father to sign the documents, and then what?
You cut off a bit of his body and put it in his father's mouth?
Just for fun?
You fucking bitch.
-You cocksucking bitch! -Hey!
I don't know about you, but I'm starting to get bored.
Maybe we should ask our guests
to leave?
Yes.
I'd prefer a nicer atmosphere.
You know what's interesting?
Your father-in-law won't get out of this.
Whether he did it or not, he's finished.
We'll charge this moron with complicity.
You and your husband still have a way out…
if, at this very moment…
you get the fuck out of town.
Get out.
What?
Let me in.
What do you need?
Oxy or monkey.
Fuck off.
You think I'm fucking stupid?
Here's the cash.
But tell your brother that I don't have it anymore.
What are you talking about?
Fuck. Is she okay?
Yeah.
Jesus is keeping an eye on her.
Listen.
I've only got this much.
-Justyna? -Yes?
Paweł Żal from Newsweek. Remember me?
Sorry for calling so late. I heard about what The National did.
It's their classic crap.
I think it's a good moment for us to do something together. Don't you think?
It depends. What is it?
How about an article about Frombork?
-That's a huge story. -It's Zybork.
The town is called Zybork.
-I'm here now. -Zybork. Sorry. About Zybork…
When can you send it to me?
I'll let you know… tomorrow.
-The situation is dynamic. -Great. I'll be waiting.
Looking forward to it. Good night. Bye!
Hi, it's Mikołaj. I'm not here.
You wanna know the truth.
I'll show it to you.
Come on.
Subtitle translation by: Maja Konkolewska