All language subtitles for Belfer.S01E05.720p.BluRay.DD5.1.x264-SbR_track4_eng

I'll leave as soon as I find out
who killed her.

She lived in a bubble.
You can't see evil from here.

Those guys are from Kaliningrad.
We don't mess with them.

What the fuck for?
Cause they've frightened you?

You didn't tell me
it would be so posh.

Let's do something about it.

A teacher's got the hots for your wife?

What on earth did I give you
this foundation for?

This is new evidence in the case.
Put it back.

You don't give flowers like that
as a gift.

What flowers?

I don't know. Nobody touched them
except me and my father.

Your father? Maciek,
you will kill an innocent man.

Maciek!

Look out!

Please, leave!
You're not supposed to be here.

Now, now.

Is she a family member?

As I said, his condition is stable,

but the next hours will be critical.

Is it that bad?

Excuse me.

Maciek is tough.
He'll get off scot-free.

Mr Jacek, if his condition is stable,
we need to go.

Ewelina, will you stay?
I have to...

I'll be back in two or three hours.

How did you know
that I'm gay?

Are you?

- My father mustn't find out.
- I wasn't going to tell him.

What about old Dabrowa?

I'll tell him
that it was a bluff for Maciek.

- Thanks.
- Under one condition.

- Excuse me!
- Yes?

- Can I have a word with a friend?
- The superintendent is waiting.

I know. Literally a few seconds.
The superintendent won't be mad at me.

You won't have time
to finish a cigarette.

- Well, all right, but just a moment.
- Thank you.

Mr Sebastian, I don't know
what to tell you...

Let's walk.

Here's the plan:
We testify in favour of Maciek.

He did not want to kill me,
he wanted to commit suicide.

The three of us were looking for him.
Me, you and Mr Pawel.

I saw him at the harbour,
as he walked with a gun into the woods.

I don't know how to thank you...

We'll only pull this off
if we all say the same thing.

One more thing: Walewska's phone.
You've got it, haven't you?

Not anymore.

So, who has it?!

Well... I gave it to the police.

What police?!

Does he know what to say?

Yes, but there is a problem -

the superintendent has already got
Walewska's phone.

It will be hard to defend the boy.

We absolutely must
stick to our version of events.

How come he didn't aim at Sebastian?

You said something else at the scene!
What the fuck, man!?

He didn't aim.

Maciek tried to kill himself.

It was a miracle we found him.
At the last minute.

Jacek! I've got the evidence here!

Three hours ago, you asked me
if it was possible to plead insanity!

Do you know what perjury is?
Do you know the penalty for this?

But he...
He didn't do anything.

If you'd caught that bastard
who killed Walewska straight away,

none of this would have happened!

Sit down, sit down. Calm down.

Now... sit!

And you, I can lock you up now,
right away, at once.

Just for that Mauser
that you pinched from the poachers.

Illegal possession of weapons,
giving false evidence,

storing weapons unsecured!

And the cartridges?
And the ammunition?

So, lock me up!
Just leave my son the fuck alone!

You know what?
I'll tell you something.

I'll wait patiently
until your boy gets better

and then I'll talk to him
about what really happened.

And I'm putting you
under fucking house arrest.

I've got my people
stationed outside the hospital.

If they see you,
you'll go to jail for three months.

Slawek, you're such a... prick.

- Hello.
- Is that fat moron over there?

He's questioning the teacher.
He just sent old Dabrowa home.

That son of a bitch.
And I'm saving his kid.

Call up fatty
and get the mobile from him straight away.

Let's not discuss this on the phone.
I'm coming. Wait for me.

OK.

What about you? Do you always
chase students in the forest?

No, not usually.

- So what were you doing there?
- Mr Dabrowa called me.

But why you precisely?

He thought that Maciek was with me.
I'm preparing him for a contest.

And what was Sebastian Molenda
doing with you?

He saw Maciek walking
with the gun near the marina,

towards the place where
Joanna's body had been found,

and he followed him.

And how did you know
where he would be?

Maciek's father saw
that Maciek had taken the gun,

and he figured it out.
It wasn't difficult.

Now, that's interesting,
because old Dabrowa said

that it was a miracle that you
had found him. In the last moment.

Maciek could have been long dead
by the time we got there.

You're all lying out your arse.
The lot of you!

You've twisted Sebastian Molenda too,
haven't you?

Well, what?

Excuse me, it's my turn
and you are pushing in.

And you cannot wait?

I've been waiting to be questioned
for half the night.

Guess what, it's me who decides
who will be questioned, and when.

Welcome Madame Prosecutor.

You call me here on the pretext
of it being attempted murder

and I see that it is
a failed suicide attempt.

You're making fun of me, aren't you?

- Witnesses are lying...
- All of them?

Is the victim of alleged kidnapping
lying, too?

Madame Prosecutor,
the father of the suspect...

suspected of attempting
to blow his brains out?!

I've never seen such a farce.

The deceased's phone that was found at
the scene of the crime. Where is it?

It's right in front of you.

Did you fingerprint it?

- Yes.
- There was no time.

- Is the man the one in the corridor?
- Yes.

Is he the owner of the bar
where the murdered girl worked?

He's a... well...

A manager.
The father is the owner.

They've tested for paternity, right?

No...

You haven't checked
the guy she was working for

and, from what I can see,

with whom she was probably
having an affair, for paternity?

So, what the fuck do you do here?

- Any other men in the family?
- A half-brother. Different mother.

- His connection to the deceased girl?
- They were in the same class.

Hi, it's me.
I'd like to see you.

Now.

I'll be there soon.

To the nearest flower shop, please.

Stashed the mobile away?

He hasn't questioned me yet.

I want the blood for DNA testing,
by Monday.

From all three of them.
The father and the two sons.

Grzegorz, mate...

- Don't 'mate' me, please.
- We have a problem.

You have a problem.
Give me that phone.

The prosecutor secured it.
She just took it with herself.

Why the hell
did you bring her down here?

Couldn't you have handled it differently?

I thought this piece of shit
wanted to kill your son.

I thought you wanted me
to put him in jail.

And I think you have a problem.
With old Dabrowa.

- There is one more thing...
- What's that?

Papinski, the papers!

What papers?

Give them to me!

- What is it?
- Blood test.

Unfortunately,
my hands are already... tied...

I love roses.

Doesn't your husband shower you
with them?

Come off it!

Why would you even think that?

I think I saw him with flowers,
in town, once.

Probably on the way
to see one of his mistresses.

What makes you think that?

You just know things like that.

I'm sorry.
If you don't want to talk...

It's not that.

So what is it?

These playgrounds for kids,
sports pitches...

the fact that he gave
this land to Kuminski...

That's the worst thing about it.

To find out, after 20 years,
that you're just part of the furniture.

I'll never forgive him for that.

Maybe you should go
on the offensive?

By continuing to sleep with you?

No. By regaining control
of your own life.

Grzegorz, come in...

How's your son?

Bad...

What do the doctors say?

That he'll live...

Very good. Great.

Tasty. Wild boar?

Wild boar...

Do you want to see your son in jail?
Do you?

And make a lot of trouble
for everyone else?

Why the hell did you give
Walewska's phone to the police?

I mean, why did you give
them her phone?

- I... I wasn't thinking...
- Clearly not.

From now on,
you do just as I tell you to do. Got it?

Your boy's on a drip, isn't he?

So, be careful...

Anything can happen.

Don't you forget it.

- Were you in the hospital all night?
- They don't let people stay all night.

Is it true
Mr Pawel was there?

And Sebastian? What's that all about?

And did Maciek mean
to shoot Mr Pawel?

Who told you that?

My mum's friend
works at the hospital...

I've heard that he tried
to set himself on fire...

- Set your fuckin' tits on fire, moron.
- Shut the fuck up, arsehole.

Bujak the loser.

What the fuck do you want?

Respect.

What the fuck...
Got new mates now or what?

Yogi?

If you want to go out
for a beer at the California Club,

be by the fountain at 7pm.

- You think I don't know where you were?
- I don't think you do.

Smoking?

There are two options, Grzegorz.

The first is that I go to our lawyer
tomorrow and file for divorce.

The house, the children...
I'll get everything.

Including the companies
you signed over to me.

The divorce will be quick
and by mutual consent,

because you surely don't want anyone
looking into your financial affairs.

- Are you kidding me?
- There's also a second option.

You give me full access
to all of your accounts.

A breakdown of incomings and outgoings,
and notarial deeds.

I've trusted you for 20 years.

Oh, and today,
you'll make a transfer

to the account for
the new scholarship.

What scholarship?

I'll email you the details.

Who will describe the term
I've written on the blackboard?

You were there yesterday,
weren't you? How was it?

Why did Maciek want to kill himself?

It makes you wonder.

Because of Joanna, right?
He couldn't cope with it.

At the end of the day, that's not important.
It's important that he recovers.

Quiet!

Who has read "The Sorrows
of Young Werther"? Hands up.

So, you're familiar
with the term "Werther Fever".

Perhaps this is the key to understanding
what has happened to Maciek.

But Maciek didn't want to kill himself.

Walewska did work at the marina.

She was pregnant when she was found.

Don't you get it?

It's obvious that he wanted
to kill Sebastian Molenda.

- What are you talking about, bitch?
- Well, isn't it?

Hey! Julka and Jowita.
Stop it.

What do you mean "hey"?
This bitch is talking about my family!

Julka, will you just shut up?

I don't want to be morbid,

but maybe you should tell us
what happened, sir,

to relieve all the tension
that's in this room right now.

You're right. I was there.
But we're here to have a Polish lesson.

Every man,
just like any literary character,

finds himself faced
with overwhelming situations, in life.

Situations he cannot comprehend...

At such moments,
it's very hard to control oneself.

Most people experience these situations
later in life.

For Maciek, it's happened earlier.
Much too early.

Who wants to read a passage?

I will.

Start here,
at "They are happiest..."

"They are happiest, who,

"like children amuse themselves
with their playthings,

"dress and undress their dolls,

"and attentively
watch the cupboard,

"where mamma
has locked up the sweets,

"and, when at last
they get a delicious morsel,

"eat it greedily,
and exclaim, 'More!'

"These are certainly happy beings."

- Mr Pawel, be my guest!
- Thank you. I'm close to home.

We need to talk.
Please, get in.

And we cannot talk here?

I know a better place.

Good afternoon.

Are we going
to the forester's lodge?

The final arpeggio's coming up.

Listen to it.

You have more luck than sense.

Sign it.

- What? Should I sign it?
- Yeah. What? Do you want to go to jail?

I want to see Maciek.

Listen, consider yourself lucky
you have influence with Molenda.

Otherwise,
you'd already be in jail.

- Sign it.
- The date is wrong.

Listen, nothing is wrong.

Four days ago, you found a Mauser
abandoned by poachers.

You picked the gun up,

notified the authorities,
I prepared a report,

and the next day I took the gun
off you. And that's that.

And now, bring the rifle
which Maciek shot himself with.

Please, welcome.

After you.

After you.

Gentlemen,
this is Mr Pawel Zawadzki.

My kid's teacher.

- Przybylski.
- Pawel Zawadzki.

Kuminski.

I've been observing him with interest
and I must say,

he's blessed with charisma and ability

and full of endless surprises.

- I think you're exaggerating a little.
- Well, maybe a little.

What's more, modest.
A rare combination, these days.

We've heard a lot about you.

They say you achieved the impossible
in Warsaw.

Fat lot of good
it seems to have done.

Mr Pawel, we will have
a sports ground in this town.

Just a little patience
and a cooler head.

Since we're all here,
why don't we have a drink?

Forget about yesterday.

So, here we are,
amongst friends.

Let's drink to the man
who saved my son.

Mr Pawel, thank you very much.

MAP OF DOBROWICE
LANDSCAPE PARK FROM 1996

This is our sort of small
management centre in nature.

We meet here,
from time to time,

to discuss changes that could still
be made in our city, what's missing.

And I thought about you.

There are not many people like you
over here.

We have a proposal for you.

Mr Pawel, there hasn't been
a working cultural centre

in Dobrowice for several years,

which, I admit,
is quite a headache for our town.

But it just so happens

that the legal status
of a beautiful building

in the centre of the town
has recently been clarified.

And if someone puts in an application
for cultural activity,

he's going to get it...

...for a peppercorn rent
for 50 years.

Of course, you mustn't worry about
the technical condition of the building.

We'll take care of everything.

There are huge EU subsidies
for this sort of thing.

Mr Kuminski has a great team
and experience in repairs.

It'll look like new in a matter of months.
What do you say?

It doesn't have to be
all poetry clubs and stuff, does it?

It could be a profitable café,
a club.

Just play a bit of jazz
and they'll call it cultural.

Gentlemen, you overestimate me.
I'm just a humble teacher.

Just do as you're told
and accept the fucking offer.

Calm down, Ryszard.

A man has the right to think
before making a decision, right?

Mr Pawel will think about it,
and I believe that we'll listen

to Duke Ellington or whatever you like
more than once there.

Excuse me for a moment.

Let's have another one.

I'm searching right now!
Yes, but what map?

A map of a park?

In what year? '96?

Yes, I have it.
Yes, I'll bring it for you tomorrow.

Yes, personally.

No, no, thank you.
Goodbye.

- Excuse me, I'm looking for the toilet.
- Right behind you. Just go on in.

Misery.

- But you can't...
- How come I can't...?

You can't. Look.
You see? And to the fuckin' bank.

It's fuckin' easy to find you.

- Is anyone here hiding?
- Certainly not from you.

We were to account
for clothes and fags.

You were to call me.
You play, you gain, do you, Kijana?

And what am I supposed to do?

A deal's a deal.

I thought we were going to wrap this up
quickly and take care of the Russian.

You'll be wrapped up
when I've finished punching your face in.

I've never done you out of
any fucking thing, Adrian.

I've covered for you and Julka
for a year, with my old man.

Oh, fuck this...
Are you threatening me?

We're doing
half of your old man's work,

and we'll spare no effort,
if we have to.

- What the fuck?
- Calm down. Calm down.

There's a first aid kit behind the bar.

Listen, they still haven't paid us
for the fags. You get me?

When we get the cash,
you'll have it.

And as for Julka -
if there is something, call me. Roger?

Roger.

Come on, let's go.
It'll heal in no time.

I'm going to kill this little poofter.
Gimme that.

Mr Pawel, Sebastian will drive you home.
I need to stay here for a while.

There is still one small matter.
You may go now, gentlemen.

- Bye.
- Goodbye.

It is about a scholarship,

that was established
by wife and myself.

A scholarship?

In Joanna Walewska's name.

I'd like you to be
a member of a chapter.

Let's talk about it over dinner at ours,
tomorrow. What do you say?

I think that a form teacher would be
a far more appropriate choice.

No. Ms Marta is too busy.

The schoolteacher, you know...

You are the one who really works
with these young people.

Besides, my wife supports
your candidature.

And you can't say no
to your own wife, can you?

Anyways,
I admire your enthusiasm

and involvement
in these kids' affairs...

I never knew Joanna Walewska.

An exceptional girl.
And very wise for her age.

Honestly, why such interest?

I came to the school shortly after
her death. Everyone talked about it.

- Somehow it came about naturally.
- I understand.

I won't keep you.
See you tomorrow night at my place...

Son of a bitch.

Autumn cleaning?

Nothing relaxes you
like raking leaves.

And I was on a trip today,
outside the town. In the forest.

Grzegorz Molenda invited me
to his house behind the Dabrowas' lodge.

- It's odd. He never has anyone over.
- No?

No. Five-meter-high fence,
three pit bulls.

Photoelectric cell.

He even brought a building crew
down from the mountains.

We heard there were gold door handles
and antiques inside.

People joked that
it looked like Versailles.

I haven't seen any antiques
or pit bulls there.

However, I met some
gentlemen from your files.

I think they want
to invite me to the club.

Sounds like a final warning.
Maybe you should slow down a little.

I can't, really. I guess because
I provoked the situation myself.

You beat around the bush too much.

You see, I made a mistake,

because I assumed

that Sebastian Molenda had had a history
with Joanna Walewska.

But more than likely,
I got the son and the father confused.

Do you have anything
other than intuition to go on?

Not yet. Although I saw
Molenda destroying a map,

which he'd promised
to give to someone.

That's his style.
I wouldn't be surprised

if he had some kind of device
that was tracking

what goes on behind closed doors
in half of Dobrowice.

- Come on...
- Come on?

Who builds a house in the middle
of the forest, where no one can enter?

Mr Leszek,
you can enter anywhere.

Hey...

Ewelina...

Ewelina, get up, girl. What are you
still doing here at this hour?

I'll stay a little longer.

You can barely stay awake.
I'll stay with him.

No, just a minute.

Do you think he can hear us?

The doctors said
that it was absolutely impossible.

Maybe it's better this way.

He won't torture himself
with all of this.

He won't torture himself with Joanna.

I wonder if you would have liked her.

She was the complete opposite
of Maciek.

Did she know
what she wanted to do with her life?

I was always laughing at her.
I called her 'Mrs President'.

I wouldn't have been surprised
if she'd become one.

She always had things sorted.
Like clockwork.

Everything?

Maciek didn't know
that once Joanna'd left school,

she'd no intention of staying
a minute longer in Dobrowice.

She worked
to save enough money.

Once she'd left school,
she'd have been off to Barcelona.

Anywhere but home...

She had a plan.
She wanted to go there and work in a bar

and go to drama school.

She would have done it, for sure.

Why didn't she say anything
about this to Maciek?

Because it was her secret.

Only I knew about it.

And you want to know a lot about her.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, good morning.

- May we begin, Doctor?
- Yes, go ahead. Hi.

It's good that you've come.

Why drag people here on a Saturday,
as if this had to be done today.

Relax, Slawek.
Everything will be fine.

And it didn't hurt at all.

Just in case.

What's this?

A blood sample consent form.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Very pretty nurse.
Come in.

Mr Pawel!

- Good morning.
- Good timing.

Good morning. We apologise
for being late... Madame.

Thank you.
Please, come in. Come in.

The members of the committee will be
me, Mr Pawel Zawadzki and Ms Marta,

who wasn't able to join us today.

Once a year we would choose
the five most talented graduates

and award them
a scholarship to study abroad...

This is very generous of you.

I believe that every child
should have their chance.

What do you think about it?

Yes, it's true,

Polish universities produce
thousands of useless postgraduates.

Studying abroad has real value.

I don't understand what this has to do
with our daughter.

Ewa, your meds...

I wouldn't want anyone badmouthing...
I'm sorry.

To put our daughter's name to anything.

Mrs Ewa, what happened to you
is the worst possible kind of loss.

There's nothing worse.

We just want to honour
the memory of Joanna.

A talented, wise student,

who would have made
all of Dobrowice proud.

After all, these kids have
dreams, plans of their own.

They want to get out of here.

Let's face it,
there's a world outside this town.

You know, the problem is not

whether someone wants to get
a scholarship or not...

It's about Mrs Ewa wanting
something to come out of this tragedy.

I hope you haven't changed your mind
about the idea.

No, no, but I understand...

Ladies and gentlemen, Joanna, too,
had her dreams, after all.

She wanted to go
and study in Barcelona...

Barcelona?
First I've heard of it.

My daughter never mentioned
anything about Barcelona.

All the same, that was her intention.
Well, it was, as far as I know...

My son told me. She worked for him.

I think we'd better go.

Mrs Ewa, please,
wait a minute.

You experienced something terrible,
something... senseless.

And we just want
to give it meaning in some way.

To do something good.

I'll have some more wine.

Dude, it must be
a fucking great party.

Just like every other Saturday.

And what was that all about
with Bujak today?

Nothing. Bujak is cool,
but he needs to savvy a few things.

That's your fella, isn't it?

Hey, Jasiek!

What's up, Baniocha?
Bored, are you?

You know, sir,
the night is so...restless.

As the saying goes, if no one killed
his mother-in-law till midnight,

he wouldn't do so
by the morning.

So it would seem.

Bring me two hot dogs,
a sausage with mustard, and a coffee.

Yes, sir.

Yeah?

Shit. I knew he would come.

No, let him go around.
He won't find anything.

OK, leave him and come back.

Take the equipment.
I have work for you.

Bye.