Come on.
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.
Fuck.
Are you fucking nuts?
Sebek.
Sebek, it's okay. Let's go home. Come on.
You're all fucked up.
WELCOME TO ZYBORK
We took the wrong way, Master.
She's here.
I know it.
I can sense her.
I don't think it's this way.
Our responsibility is much bigger.
You're not strong enough, Master.
Not yet.
Boy.
The vixen is right.
Nothing good will come of it
when you go there.
There are ghouls there.
They are much stronger than you.
She's my sister.
I won't abandon her.
Convince him, my lady.
He has a good heart, but it's the heart of a fool.
No.
He must do what he thinks is right.
Over there.
-Quiet. I can hear them. -What's this?
Master, stop.
Wait!
-You think you're such a smart-ass. -It was a bad idea.
-What the fuck are you doing? -I'm the King! I'm the Lizard King.
She's not moving.
-You hit her too fucking hard. -She's pretending.
-Leave her alone! -Look, it's the moron.
Moron!
Leave her alone!
-Moron. -Moron!
Come here!
Moron!
I can't do anything.
Leave him alone.
Daria!
I can't do anything. My powers don't work.
Leave her alone!
Too late, knight.
-You'll be saving no one. -Daria…
-No one. -And nothing!
Daria!
…EVERYONE CAN BECOME A HERO…
…KIDNAPPING OF A BUSINESSMAN…
…ARREST OF TOMASZ GŁOWACKI, A COMMUNITY ACTIVIST, WHO TRIED TO EXPOSE…
REPLY, MIKOŁAJ! PLEASE GET IN TOUCH
RECENTS
I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOU
PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOU'RE ALIVE
Already up?
Coffee?
I have no idea where the fuck he could be.
-He's not replying, not picking up. -I'm worried about him too.
Do you think he left Zybork?
Maybe.
-Fuck. -Maybe not.
Anything I should know about?
There's this one place.
We can go there.
-Hello, Prince Charming. Are we intruding? -What the fuck?
-Was my brother here? -Grzesiek, chill.
Yes or no? Speak or I'll smash your fucking face.
-Dude. -Dude, fucking what?
-You think I'm fucking stupid? -Grzesiek, what the fuck?
Let go!
Jeez, man.
He was here, okay?
Yesterday.
-Did you sell him anything? -Two grams of Horse.
Fucking hell.
What? You didn't tell me not to sell to him.
Besides, two grams is nothing.
What the fuck did you say?
Do you think it's funny, you fucking junkie?
I'll fucking kill all of you! Fuck!
What an asshole!
Fuck!
He promised me.
He promised. Do you get that?
Five fucking years of sacrifice.
Five fucking years of wiping his ass. Everything for Mikołaj.
But isn't it beyond his control?
"I'm clean, Justyna. I fucked up again."
"I'm fucking clean again. This is my new life, Justyna."
"Sorry I treat you like shit every morning, noon, and night."
"But you know, Justyna, I'm detoxing, and I feel terrible."
"Sure, Mikołaj. Throw the fucking pan because you burnt your scrambled eggs!"
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Let's go to Wrocław.
What about Mikołaj?
Mikołaj doesn't give a shit.
And the shooting?
It was the Gypsies.
Any witnesses?
Half the town was there.
The question is, will they confirm your testimony?
I don't know.
Some will, some won't. You know how it is.
But it's not about that at all.
What is it about?
It's simple.
The longer I stay here,
the more time they have
to gather evidence in the case of Filip Bernat's death.
The fucking bastard planted that wire.
I know that.
My daughter-in-law recorded him.
He said it.
Everything you're saying is very interesting, Tomasz.
But I need…
hard facts.
I need something to get you out of here.
I'm telling you.
The Gypsies were shooting.
The police planted evidence.
My daughter-in-law has the recording. That's the truth.
And how are you feeling?
We'll start with that.
Let's focus on your health.
You see,
you only just had a heart attack.
You can't be here.
Excuse me, sir!
Sir!
Hello.
-Hello, Mrs. Głowacka. -Hello. I've got one more thing.
Will this help?
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.
It's the local chief of police.
Your father-in-law mentioned this recording.
Did the policeman know he was being recorded?
Of course he didn't.
He sounds drunk.
He probably was.
All right. We can try.
I don't know if the prosecutor will consider it.
So what are our chances?
Don't you know how this works?
We have to be calm.
Yeah, calm.
What are you doing here?
I've got family here.
I'm asking about the case.
You see,
I guess I started believing in justice.
My condolences.
Has Mikołaj been here?
Yeah.
He stirred shit up and almost got killed.
Where could he be?
How the fuck should I know?
I saw the way you looked at him.
I was looking at you.
What?
I'd like to be like you.
I don't recommend it.
Mikołaj?
Hello. This is Krymski. I talked to the prosecutor.
I'm sorry.
How does it look?
He's a stubborn fuck. And he was pissed that I'm from Warsaw.
And the recording?
He said he won't admit it into evidence without audio forensics.
But Dobociński will say he was drunk, and they'll toss it anyway.
So what should we do?
I don't know. I'll try to reach higher.
Higher, meaning where?
You're going too fucking far. I told you not to stir shit up. How am I--
Okay! I get that I'm using you, but I know what I'm doing, okay?
Hello?
Tymek, are you fucking there or not?
Here's the address…
Fucking awesome. Wait.
-Yeah? -2A Rybczyńska Street.
He walks his dog at 10:00 p.m., always on the dot.
It's safest to approach him outside.
Fucking awesome, man. Thanks.
I'll be there.
You shouldn't do it.
He shouldn't be in jail.
Neither should you!
Justyna, for fuck's sake. He's the Attorney General.
I know.
Okay, don't call me again.
Take care.
Come on.
Cute dog.
-Thank you. -What's it called?
This is…
Justyna Głowacka, The National newspaper.
-The SPS will be here in ten seconds. -Perfect. That's all I need.
Harassment carries five years in prison.
-There's nothing there. -You were there.
Dunno whether you touched the kids, but I know you were there.
I've got photos, other materials, everything.
My newspaper is scared of you, but I'm not.
I'll post everything online.
The photos, recordings, materials, testimonies.
-Even if you try to-- -Cut the crap.
-What do you want? -Tomasz Głowacki.
He's in custody in Wrocław.
He's innocent.
Everyone in jail is innocent.
You'll order the prosecutor to withdraw the charges,
and I'll give you all the materials.
It's "sir" to you.
Come on.
Hi, it's Mikołaj. I'm not here.
Mikołaj.
Please tell me you didn't do it.
You're not supposed to come here.
Fuck, Justyna. He's the number one prosecutor in Poland.
The Minister of Justice.
Are you…
Fuck. You're clearly insane.
-And likely, finished. -Don't talk to me like that.
I had to do it.
What?
What did you have to do?
Screw up a two-year-long investigation?
Don't be ridiculous.
What would The National do with it?
Would anyone convict him, hold him accountable?
You fucked it up.
You fucked it all up.
No one serious will want to talk to you now.
About anything.
Leave.
Are you deaf? Get out!
REMAND JAIL
I won't give it back.
Jasiek!
Don't break your legs, kids!
Grzesiek.
You didn't feed the fish, did you?
-Why? Are they hungry? -Yeah. I can't ask you to do anything.
How's it going, Elka? How are things?
We've got all the signatures. Now it's just a formality.
The vaivode has to agree.
He will. I mean, they can't stop us now.
And we have to get the residents' initiative approved.
Tomasz isn't going anywhere.
Doctor's orders.
Elka will go.
-No, Tomek. You're the candidate. Better-- -Ela.
You'll run in the election,
and you're going to win.
Wha--
-Say what? -What?
You can do it because you're the best.
Tomek…
-Are you sure? -From the start.
Hello.
Are you well?
Yeah, we're all well. You?
You did this, didn't you?
I have some skills.
Thanks.
I've got the article. Wanna read it?
Sure.
I've already sent it to Newsweek. I hope you like it.
Okay, let's see.
Has Mikołaj been in touch?
He hasn't.
Hi, it's Mikołaj. I'm not here.
Mikołaj.
This really isn't fucking funny anymore.
I don't know.
Maybe it was my projection, my idealization.
I thought I would cope.
I thought I could.
But fuck, man…
I can't deal with you.
-Hello. -Hello.
I don't know who to turn to with this.
My husband's gone missing.
What happened?
He's probably sleeping at someone's house.
He has a reputation, but he's been gone since the fair.
Report it to the police. Go to Winnicki. He should be able to help.
No. He disappeared like…
like Bernat.
Mrs. Jarecka, you have to report this. Agata, go with her. Take Mrs. Jarecka.
No point. They won't do anything.
Relax. As I said, report it. We'll see what happens next.
Calm down.
All right. Let's go, then.
Listen, something strange is going on here.
The husband of that woman, Jarecka,
is missing, right?
He's a boozer.
He goes missing once a week.
Poor girl, honestly.
Hold on.
Mikołaj said something when we were fighting.
If I understood him correctly, he, Jarecki, Bernat Junior, and that guy,
Maciuś, I think,
were bullying Gizmo on the night of Daria's death.
They gave him drugs.
What?
Mikołaj feels guilty
because he thinks it's his fault that Gizmo killed his sister.
Right. I get that, but…
what does Jarecki have to do with it?
Well…
Jarecki is missing.
Bernat Junior is missing. Mikołaj--
Is also missing.
But don't forget
that we went to Rymek.
Listen, what if someone is abducting
the people who were there?
Tea, Justyna?
No!
Grzesiek, you said that Maciuś is a thug.
Okay. Fuck.
Even if…
What would Bernat Senior and the priest have to do with it?
I don't know.
Maybe the priest has actually left,
and Bernat Senior was covering for them.
Justynka.
Your husband ran off.
You need to rest.
Mikołaj.
Well?
What did he write?
"Honey, I'm sorry. I'm in Warsaw."
"I love you."
Listen, go to him.
Go to him.
Bring him here.
We'll take care of him together.
We'll fix it.
The boy needs help.
-Hi, it's Mikołaj. I'm not here. -Fucking hell.
What a fucking asshole.
Yeah?
Justyna, you're on top of your game. This article is top-notch.
At your service.
Let's just hope that this doesn't end like it did with Lepper.
We sent you the edited version. Have you seen it?
I'll do it in the evening when I'm on my PC.
Okay, but you know the drill. The printer's waiting.
Fuck! My laptop!
I'll call you back later.
Hi, it's Mikołaj. I'm not here.
So what's new…
with you?
You can see how I'm doing.
I had to…
somehow… fix all of this.
But it's all good now. It's…
Things will be peaceful now.
Everyone's home.
Mikołaj too.
I hope
that you're proud of me.
Are you?
I miss you.
If I were…
doing something wrong…
you'd let me know, right?
Something's in it. Don't drink it.
I'm here because of your book.
I read it.
I thought,
Jesus Christ…
this kid doesn't know anything.
He must learn the truth.
It's a very simple story.
One evening.
A few people.
One bad decision.
She saw you…
in the courtyard.
You.
Him.
And him too.
And Maciuś.
And Sebek.
THE MYSTERY ON THE FOX'S TRAIL
You gave him acid.
For laughs.
Poor boy
who talked
to animals.
She took him away.
They went down the castle hill.
When they were halfway home,
Maciuś's car pulled over next to them.
They were inside.
They wanted to have some fun.
They couldn't stop.
They pulled her into the car.
They forced me into the car.
Sebek was left alone.
He was standing on the roadside, crying.
He was calling my name.
They were not subtle.
They were not subtle at all.
Let's acknowledge that.
Bernat was first.
He always wanted it.
I tried to bite his hand, but he didn't even notice.
But I'd see them the next day at school, on the street, at the shop, everywhere.
I thought,
"What are they doing?"
Jarecki was next.
He said he didn't want to. He lied.
He got into it.
He kept saying, "I'm the King."
"The Lizard King."
Maciuś was last.
He flipped me onto my stomach.
I couldn't see what was behind me.
He put
his fingers in my mouth.
I bit them really hard.
He still has the bite mark.
He hit my head with a rock.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
I was alive.
And then I wasn't.
Then Sebastian showed up.
I don't know how, but he knew.
Something told him where they'd take me.
He saw me and started howling.
No!
I can still hear him.
When Maciuś saw what happened,
he got really scared.
He's not here yet. He's coming soon.
Paleface.
What would you have done?
Paleface, what would you have done
if your father hadn't taken you from there?
What would you have done if you'd stayed, Paleface?
What?
Where's Mikołaj?
I told you to go to Warsaw.
But since you stayed, you must see it all.
Grzesiek!
Jesus Christ!
No, fuck!
You can't do this! What are you doing?
-The last one. -What are you saying, Tomek?
-The last weed. -What are you saying?
Bring him.
Fuck!
Come here!
Mikołaj!
And the priest.
-Are you sure? -Do it.
Mikołaj!
What are you doing?
Jesus Christ!
It's not bad. He'll live.
Not bad? What the fuck do you mean, not bad?
Do you know everything now?
I do.
Dad, let's maybe give him a moment.
Fuck! Please!
No!
Tomek, I trusted you.
I had to tell you everything. I couldn't keep silent any longer.
It's good that you told me.
But I didn't know you would…
Tomek!
-You know why you're here? -No.
Let me remind you.
You raped that poor girl.
Then you killed her.
And then you blamed it on her brother.
Did you think it would never come out?
When did you find out?
He told me.
During my first heart attack.
He came for my last rites.
He thought I was on my way out and I'd confess my sins.
Tomek!
You know, I think God saved me
so that I could serve justice.
It makes sense to me. And to you?
Believe in yourself.
Arouse wrath in your enemies.
Their cities can be taken.
Their states can be conquered.
Remember, Justynka?
Sun Tzu.
-Do it. -No, I beg you!
You can't do this! No!
I'm begging you! Fuck, no! Please!
-"Hail Mary, full of grace." -Mikołaj!
-Do something! Mikołaj! -"The Lord is with thee."
"Blessed art thou amongst women."
-Mikołaj, do something! -"And blessed is…"
My enemies are those who are worse than animals.
"…Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death."
-They are the black, cold water. -Mikołaj! Do something!
No!
"…is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women."
"And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus."
-No, Mikołaj. No! I'm begging you. -"Holy Mary, Mother of God…"
Mikołaj, no!
Mikołaj! I'm begging you! No!
It was a bad idea, buddy.
What about her?
Nothing. We'll let her go.
She might talk.
She can talk.
No one will believe her anyway.
Untie her.
Get the jerrycans.
Be quiet, Justynka.
THREE MONTHS LATER
So not a hotel. A senior care home, right?
Agata! Come on!
Elders must be looked after.
The poor folks from the colony need to get jobs there, right?
-We'll work it out. -We will.
-Hello, Mr. Tomasz. All the best. -Well done!
Thank you very much.
He said I'd get something.
We want in for five million.
Tonight, we're celebrating. We'll talk tomorrow.
Dear people of Zybork.
We have won!
I want to say one thing.
Thank you. We won thanks to all of you.
But this victory cannot make us rest on our laurels.
Starting tomorrow, we'll be hard at work!
And I want to say…
And I want to say that, maybe,
things won't be perfect.
But they'll definitely be more humane.
Maybe, at last, in this town, the rule of the strongest will end.
Bravo!
And maybe bullying and belittling simple, honest people will come to an end.
Bravo!
Maybe we can oversee all of this together
by listening to each other and respecting one another.
SO, YOU WENT BACK TO WARSAW TO WRITE ANOTHER BOOK?
Standing here with me
is a wonderful, brave woman, Elżbieta Walinowska.
ELŻBIETA WALINOWSKA OUR TOWN, IN OUR HANDS
Tomorrow, she will take over as mayor, representing the Better Zybork Party.
My dears, taking advantage of this solemn moment,
I'd like to say that my son Mikołaj is also with us.
Mikołaj, where are you?
-Mikołaj! -There he is.
Mikołaj is a nationwide known writer.
Mikołaj
has decided to come back home, to Zybork.
Maybe right here, at home, he'll write his next fantastic book.
Bravo!
You two are looking good.
Always.
How are you?
I think we're okay.
Right, Paleface?
-I'll be right back, okay? -Okay.
Tell me…
why didn't you stop me?
You knew about everything.
You cleaned up after my fuck-up.
You know that.
What happens now?
Are you with us?
Tomek.
This is our town.
Mikołaj.
Have you spoken to Kalt?
Yes.
And?
I told him that if he screws us over, we'll kill him.
Thanks, son.
The Best Reportage of the Year Award goes to Justyna Głowacka
for the article, A Citizen from Zybork.
Thank you very much for this award.
It's a great honor
and the culmination of my career as an investigative journalist.
You again.
Me again.
Shall we get acquainted?
Mikołaj.
Justyna.
Can't wait for the book.
It's hard…
to find something less obvious…
than justice.
You're brave.
Let's go home.
HOUND'S HILL
Hi, it's Mikołaj. I'm not here.
Subtitle translation by: Maja Konkolewska