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PARTS OF THE FILM ARE INSPIRED BY REAL EVENTS,

PRESENTED ACCORDING TO THE CREATORS' ARTISTIC VISION.

ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PERSONS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

No...

No...

JUSTICE

- Where does Tadeusz Gadacz live? - Over there.

Fucking get a move on. I ain't got time. Come on!

Come on.

Get on with it.

Just fucking lift it, don't drag it. These ain't cheap!

Careful, this is your livelihood.

Hold on.

- Is this paid for? - What?

- These. - Yeah.

How much was it?

Thirteen million. 1300 in new money.

What?

Learn to respect people

before you get into business.

Get in. And fuck off.

Sławek.

Come here. Come.

What's up?

Your granddaughter's?

Nice.

So?

What's the proposal?

If you're really as good as the minister says,

you'll easily catch the people who robbed the SBG Bank

and killed those women.

Then you'll be allowed to return to active service.

We'll forget the negative vetting results and your sins from communist times.

And you'll reinstate my rank as a major?

Deputy inspector.

Only if you solve this case within two weeks.

This bank,

you know it's being privatized.

All those journalists, gory pictures, TV reporters,

it's bad for the case, and we need to close it as soon as possible.

You take sugar?

Do I look like it?

DAY 1

Looks like a professional job.

He took the cash, but left the deposit boxes untouched.

He took 100,000 zlotys.

Not much foreign currency, either.

No sign of a break-in.

He might've worked with the guard, who disappeared.

We're trying to figure out his location and whether he was involved.

Enter through the garage.

- Hello. - Hello.

POLICE

- What's up? - Plastic bags.

- This guy? - Yup.

Major Gadacz.

Hello. Aspirant Janicka.

Hi.

Hey, Pocket. Did you get lost?

All this for 100,000?

Pity.

Should've been more.

Over 1.5 million from lottery offices.

But the plan changed, and the convoy left early.

He must've known about the money, so it's an inside job.

Hi.

An amateur, but ruthless.

Plural.

One person couldn't have done all this.

He killed them, then did the rest.

And risk the gunshots attracting someone from outside?

As I said, an amateur.

Minister, are you sure he's the right person?

Do you know when I sta... started stuttering?

When Gadacz's friends trea... treated me to a three-day interrogation.

They weren't nice.

But effective.

And they g... got everything they wanted from me.

Gadacz is a s... son of a bitch. But he's my son of a bitch.

And if he fails, then...

nobody's gonna shed a tear for an ol... old Security Service agent.

I understand, Minister.

But if this is your way of limiting my control,

you're gonna have to try harder.

Tell the old man I'll take it.

It's a simple job.

The guard took the money and fucked off.

Case closed.

He's here somewhere.

A year before retirement,

the guy robs his own bank

on the day of the smallest revenue?

And leaves his prized Polonez Caro

that he worked for his entire fucking life?

I don't think so.

But I sent a patrol to his house,

and the guy didn't return from his shift.

Oh, fuck me.

They knew where we had the recorders.

They took the monitoring tapes.

I thought maybe some data got recorded to the hard drive.

They thought of that too.

What about the alarm?

We checked it again. It wasn't faulty.

Someone turned it off, and not for the first time.

- Who? - The manager.

Only he has authorization.

Find him.

Please.

Come on in.

The manager is here.

How long have you been working with them?

- How long? - I don't know what you mean.

You disabled the alarm?

Well, yes, me.

It kept malfunctioning.

Dragging me and the police here at night.

I called the service center

and figured one weekend without the alarm won't change anything.

Hands.

Don't touch anything.

When did it start malfunctioning?

Two weeks ago?

On October 21.

Are you sure?

Yes.

It was Saturday.

My grandson's christening.

I had to come here twice.

Congratulations.

You killed four of your people.

Why did they hide the guard's body in the vents?

Any ideas?

They wanted to make him a suspect and buy some time.

After all, we'd only find him after he started to stink.

Gadacz. Tadeusz.

Janicka Aleksandra.

Why "Pocket"?

I used to work in thefts.

- Robberies? - Buses and trams.

- I caught pickpockets. - The legendary 175 bus service.

And?

I'll take it.

Who called in the robbery?

The branch manager, at 2:30 p.m.

When did the murders occur?

Between 8:30 and 12 p.m.

This security guard?

Signs of a struggle? Did he defend himself?

Only postmortem abrasions. A broken arm, also postmortem.

So he must've known them.

He shouldn't have been there at all.

How so?

He swapped shifts with Kacper Surmiak.

Where is this Surmiak now?

A patrol checked his apartment. No one there.

In the morning, we'll recheck the employees,

the victims' families, and so on.

And the cake?

What was it doing there?

It was a cashier's birthday.

The other girls came early to surprise her.

Fucking hell.

POLICE

Drabik, right?

You remember.

- I have a request. - Yes?

Send two clearheaded officers to my place near Wrocław.

Primarily, have them bring my car,

but also some clothes, okay?

All right.

CLEAN LINEN STOREROOM UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY PROHIBITED

Good night.

...the gory robbery occurred

on the eve of the merger between SBG Bank and the National Investment Bank,

owned by the richest Pole, Leszek Madejski.

Some say that the tragedy

may delay the privatization of one of Poland's largest banks.

...police won't provide information on the findings of the investigation.

DAY 2

Unofficial sources mention Wołomin and Pruszków crime groups.

The investigation is being closely watched

by the Minister of Internal Affairs, Krzysztof Marczak,

who said the top Warsaw investigators are on the case.

The four casualties include a security guard

and three female cashiers, aged 23 to 31.

One leaves behind a child.

It's my fault. It was my birthday.

Okay, easy.

Here you go.

Watch your head.

Daddy, a lady's come to see you.

We'd like to talk to you at the station.

Is there anyone to look after your daughter?

What do you want from me, huh?

You'd better find those motherfuckers who made my child an orphan!

Daddy.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Number 11? - Over there.

Mr. Kacper Surmiak?

Yes. What is this about?

You're coming with me.

Good morning.

Morning.

You always this lucky?

- I wouldn't say so. - And yet.

You were supposed to be at work that day.

- Yes. - But you swapped shifts with...

- With Mietek. - With Mieczysław Wielgusz.

Why did you swap?

I had my friend's oath ceremony that day.

What time was the swearing-in?

At 12:00 p.m. in Wesoła, the mechanized unit.

At what time did you leave Warsaw?

We left at 10:25 a.m.

- We? - Yes. Me and two friends.

First names, surnames.

VIDEO WORLD

PIGS

The swearing-in dragged on until evening.

But you gotta mourn a friend who's joined the army.

What time did you leave?

About 20, 25 minutes past 10.

You trained to be a security guard too?

Yes, we were in training together. Marek, Kacper, and me.

Why don't you work in security?

It's not for me. Too nerve-racking.

Besides, as you can see, I bought a business.

And where'd you get the money?

I borrowed it from my mother.

But once the business gets going, I'll quickly pay her back.

What do you think? Will he pull it off?

...average temperature of minus 27 degrees, he'll have to conquer 1400 kilometers.

In the winter? Not likely.

Last time, he did it in the spring. That's easier.

He's a guy who, once he sets his mind on something, doesn't give up.

Some are like that.

In case you remember something.

The swearing-in... It saved Kacper's life, didn't it?

The Mazovian Lowland.

Good morning.

We're looking for Marek.

10:25 a.m.

You remember it precisely.

Why wouldn't I?

Where do you work?

In a bank. As a security guard.

But not the same one as Kacper.

And is it a good job?

A job is a job.

They're planning layoffs, so who knows how it'll be.

- You breed them? - It fell out of a nest.

So I took it in.

How noble.

Do you have a Hunting Association ID?

My grandpa hunts.

He's doing pretty well for his age.

A resourceful generation.

- What does he hunt with? - A double-barreled shotgun.

And an old hunting rifle.

It's a Czech 36.

We'll need to take it to the lab, so they can have a look.

Got a warrant?

- We don't. - Then there won't be any looking.

Check the attitude, kid.

You don't want us to return with a warrant.

Just joking.

Good one.

Good joke, right?

Do we wrap these up?

What for? The guns are clean.

He gave them up too willingly.

So, do you want to charge him with poaching?

Times are tough.

He can sell a hare, a duck.

None of our business. Open it.

Why'd you take the guns?

I want to keep him on his toes.

All right. Prove your mettle.

What points to him?

Knows how to shoot, isn't afraid of blood.

He needs money. That gives us a motive.

He needs money?

That's half the country's motive now.

But they have an alibi anyway.

A few dozen witnesses saw them at the swearing-in.

These three, their memory is too good.

They remember some things, but not others, and that's normal.

But they agreed on the departure time to the very minute.

10:25 a.m.

What?

You'd rather it wasn't them, right?

They're young.

Since when does being young exempt someone from making mistakes?

But how can you be sure?

I can recognize the desperation of someone

who's made a mistake and can't take it back.

You know Szwed, right?

The bank manager said

the false alarms went off on October 21.

Do you remember?

Do you have the schedule?

Hand it over.

Of course.

Look.

October 21.

Kacper Surmiak.

Let's go.

Can I at least finish?

I didn't eat at your age.

DAY 3

Rysio, what condition is it in?

Freshly repainted, fully stocked, transport included.

- Great. Thanks. - Rysio!

We'll be in touch.

- What's up? - Are you selling something?

My stall. Why?

The stall? But we had a deal.

I've got a client with ready cash.

Business is business.

Problems?

- I wanted to buy a stall. - Meaning a booth?

Inspector, did you drop by to shop? I could recommend something.

No, thanks.

Maybe some other time.

Although...

Mietek Wielgusz, the security guard.

Yes?

Did he often break the bank's regulations?

No, never.

He was a very decent man.

Calm,

smiling, liked to crack jokes.

Was it Wielgusz that trained you how to use the alarm?

- Like all the other guards. Why? - Someone turned off the alarm.

That's why it didn't go off.

Who do you think could've done that?

Excuse me?

Do you work here?

Yes.

- Can I try these on? - Go ahead.

I'm laying out new ones.

Do you think I did it?

That I what? Killed my coworkers and then drove to my friend's oath ceremony?

What kind of man do you have to be to do something like that?

- Weird thing about that alarm, though. - Quite weird.

All right. See you later.

Rysio.

What?

Can I borrow the Tarpan?

- Thank you. - I want it back with a full tank.

Hello.

This is for you.

- Fucking listen! - I need the money!

Drop it already!

What the fuck?

- He can't call me a fucking mama's boy! - You want to fucking kill him?

He thinks it's his money!

Explain to this fucking moron that we can't touch the money.

- I fucking give up. - But I need it.

- You've paid off the store. - Yeah, but with a loan.

Are we supposed to take care of your business now, Bartuś?

Only you need the money?

I had to buy a new VCR for copying and tapes from Germany...

What, Bartuś? Teresa Orlowski ain't cheap, huh?

- And Wołomin. - We're not touching the money!

These are new banknotes!

They have serial numbers. They'll catch us within a week.

A fucking week! You get that?

Zlotys.

They can trace zlotys.

We have dollars and marks. We can exchange them.

I can talk to someone.

Can we trust them?

Fuck.

So?

Set up a meeting.

Gadacz is snooping around.

Yes, he came by.

Yeah?

I didn't tell him anything.

Leave me alone already!

Get the foreign currency.

Let's do it.

Come here.

The grand opening of the subway

will be attended by state officials, including Prime Minister Józef Oleksy,

Primate Józef Glemp, and Warsaw authorities.

DAY 4

The formal ribbon-cutting will take place at the Wilanowska station,

but the underground railway will in time extend

from Warsaw city center up to Kabaty.

Kabaty.

It's the middle of nowhere.

The location isn't the point. It's who controls it.

My old bosses bought those plots for peanuts.

And now their grandkids won't have to work a day in their lives.

There he is.

PSYCHOLOGICAL CLINIC

The other bank employees are coming here too?

They told them it's mandatory.

All right. Why don't you tell me something about yourself.

Do you have a family?

It's just me.

Parents?

Father died long ago.

And your mother?

Five years ago.

Come on, Ola. Let's go.

A MONTH EARLIER

MUNICIPAL CHILDREN'S HOME IN OLSZTYNEK

- Hi, Kacper. - Hi, everyone.

Ewa!

She's gone.

- Excuse me. I'll call back. - Where's my sister?

- Have a seat. - Where is Ewa?

With a new family. They want to adopt her.

Yeah? And when were you planning on telling me, huh?

- I can't. You know there are rules. - You promised me.

I won't hide her. That's not my job.

I told you I needed time.

- How long have you been saying that? - But I have a job now.

I have my own business. I can take care of her.

And have you asked what she wants?

Who are they?

An address.

It's her chance for a new family.

She's already got a family!

You knew.

Who are they?

Please.

Ewa!

Ewka!

Ewka, can you hear me?

I think it would be best if you left, huh?

Listen, let her come outside.

Just a few minutes.

It's her chance for a new life.

You want to fuck that up?

She loves these, you know? Tell her it's from me.

We don't have to talk.

And when you're ready, you can say anything here.

But I think it'd be good if you visited me regularly.

- Is there a wiretap? - At the psychiatrist's?

I think you missed the letterhead change.

- What? - The company name.

We don't have time to tail them.

What's the name of this quack?

Lewicka.

Anna Lewicka?

Anna. What, do you know her?

You could say that.

All right.

You gonna tell me the plan?

You're not gonna like it.

May I help you?

Yes?

Sir.

Excuse me. Sir!

Hello, Doctor. You remember me?

Basia, please take care of the patients.

- Kacper Surmiak. - I'm bound by professional secrecy.

That's not a problem. I'm not.

You have the right not to answer any questions.

Your old colleague, Stefaniak.

Professor Stefaniak.

He's now the head of the ethics committee, is he not?

If he had gotten a passport back in 1980,

he'd likely be treating Swedish pensioners' hemorrhoids.

Alas, thanks to your denunciations,

he never got it.

He stayed in the country and became a legend of Solidarity.

One could say that in a way,

you opened the door to a political career for him.

But he, poor thing, doesn't even know how much he owes you.

What do you want to know?

Like I said.

Kacper Surmiak.

He hates himself.

He can't believe anybody could ever accept him.

Needs to have authority over people.

He likes control.

I'm listening.

Find out if we can get an apartment next to Surmiak's.

Get a car with a surveillance kit. I want them monitored.

Yeah, about that... surveillance car. It might be a problem.

I know where such cars are collecting dust.

I'll give you the contact details of a friend.

All right.

Can you pull it off, Drabik?

- No fucking way. - Attaboy.

Don't let this old security service dog soften you up.

And you're my leash.

Here's everything I have on him.

Aside from what his friends managed to burn.

Read it. Even his daughter doesn't want to know him.

I want to know everything.

Who he talks to, who helps him, what he eats, when he shits.

If that means you have to follow him into the crapper, you will.

And then you'll write a beautiful report.

If you don't want to do it, just say the word.

I'll find someone else.

No, I can do it.

DAY 5

Good morning.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Hi. - Hang on a sec.

- Oh, come on. - It's mandatory.

Arms.

Kacper.

Jacek.

- How much have you got? - 13,000 dollars.

Did you fucking rob a stagecoach?

- Okay, give it. - Kacper.

One of you goes in.

Just one?

- Yeah, one. - Jacek.

- Fucking piss off. - Wait here.

You fucked up the exchange rate.

And the rest?

You'll get it when you pay a fair rate.

Is something wrong?

Thirteen thousand dollars.

That's 30 grand in new zlotys.

- Let's take a walk. - Let go!

Are you fucking with me?

That's not nice.

That's rude.

You think that since your friend did a few jobs for me,

and I sold you some cheap vodka, you can come here and make a scene?

Fucking hell.

First of all, primo,

this isn't 13,000.

Pay fairly, and we'll get it.

Second of all, secundo...

You bitch, you think I don't know where you got the money from?

Fuck!

What would happen if I called the pigs right now?

Look at me.

Here's what we'll do.

You'll give me 13 grand and treat it as an investment.

An investment in good relations.

Well?

Boss.

DAY 6

You know this place, right?

I never thought you'd go so quickly

from sleeping on Styrofoam to a ministerial palace, though.

Look at what's become of us, Tadzio.

Yup.

You've got a week.

Then they'll kill the case.

What about you?

They'll probably replace me with their bu... buddy.

- I'm sorry. - I'll manage.

F... Fu... Fuck it.

But you'll become a scapegoat in... in two weeks.

So, if you've g... got anything on those assholes from the bank

to tighten the screw, n... now would be the time to use it.

There's too much money in play. You know how it is.

I also know how easy it is to cross a line

and make a mistake that you can't take back.

Besides,

you know something about the consequences of my mistakes.

And so does m... my speech therapist.

But it wasn't you who beat me.

But I allowed it.

That's why now, you'll d... do something for me.

And you'll see this case through.

Listen.

Just finish this investigation within a week.

Otherwise, I might remember some beaten students,

and I'll put you on a show trial

even your commie friends would be proud of.

Nice hat.

And that stammerer

with Stockholm syndrome won't help you.

Good hunting.

Minister!

GADACZ GOT DIVORCED IN 1986. WIFE & DAUGHTER SOUGHT ASYLUM IN FRANCE.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

What is it?

Nothing. I'm going to the bathroom.

"Bathroom" is a big word, isn't it, princess?

Give me a break.

How long will this go on?

- What? - Living in this shithole.

I told you we'll move to Saska Kępa soon, yes?

Saska Kępa costs two thousand per square meter.

Better find a place without the need to carry a piss bucket four stories down.

All right.

I made you a promise. Didn't I?

You've been saying it for two years, and we're rotting in this hole.

Maybe instead of fucking yapping about a new place, you'd get to work?

My father's offer is still on the table.

I'm not shoveling your father's dung.

- You prefer this dung here? - I fucking do!

Come here.

How were you able to do this for so many years?

- Where'd you get that Walkman? - From Kacper.

Show us the features.

- This is the bass boost. - It's even got auto reverse.

DAY 7

Wicked.

Cool, right?

Monika?

I'll...

Does it have auto reverse?

A gift. From my fiancé.

He must love you very much.

He'd better.

Would you tell me more about him?

VILLAGE ADMINISTRATOR

You know the police came?

And?

They even came to school.

Everyone looked at me like I was a thief.

- They visited my father too. - What for?

They searched the entire farm. Looking for loot from the robbery.

I've told you many times that I didn't do it.

And of all the security guards, they only suspect you?

Because I swapped shifts on that day.

Do you think I'm that stupid?

I think you've been looking for an excuse to break up, and you've found it.

I wanted to start a family with you!

But you only think about that pip-squeak who doesn't remember you!

Get the fuck out.

Right fucking now!

Why all the theatrics?

I brought two patrols. Half the village came to watch.

But there's nothing there.

That Kacper guy never even goes there.

I know.

It wasn't about you finding anything.

It was about shaking the tree to see what falls from it.

- So, what fell? - She left him.

I really hope he did it.

Are you having doubts?

No, but I'd rather we didn't fuck up an innocent guy's life.

I'm sorry. A pipe burst.

I already sent someone to turn off the water valve, but...

We'll find a new room.

No need.

This will be your room.

Make yourself at home.

Thanks.

Daughter?

Prefers to live with her father.

I'm sorry.

Who is he?

He teaches English at the university.

What they call "an honest man."

Have you tried fighting for it?

Have you?

I have. But it wasn't enough.

There you go.

That's what we are. Not enough.

The only thing I regret is

that I practically don't see my granddaughter.

No place in this job for Sunday dinners.

She looks like you.

Don't count on breakfast. I don't like cooking, and I won't.

- I'm leaving first thing anyway. - Where to?

Not "where to," but "where."

The psychologist spoke of a state farm, but it's not mentioned in Kacper's files.

I'll look around.

Ola...

- What color is this? - Green.

How about more precisely?

Sort of bottle green?

Exactly.

Bravo.

DAY 8

Good morning.

Morning.

Who are you here for?

So far, it's hard to say.

Kacperek doesn't come here anymore. When Zosia died, they took both the kids.

- Both? - Him and Ewunia.

He must be grown-up by now.

What do you want from him?

Just doing regular police work.

He was the only one from our village to win a mathematics contest.

The high school accepted him without exams.

And his mother, Zofia?

When did she die?

About five years ago.

But I'm not talking about that.

Who are you looking for?

Zofia Surmiak.

I can't find the grave.

Zosia...

She's over there.

Why there?

Well, it's in bad taste to talk about it.

Suicide.

When they closed down the state farm, there was nothing here.

No jobs to be found, nowhere to go, nothing.

Three mouths to feed.

She took out a loan.

Started getting harassed.

Those fucking bankers sent their debt collectors.

Who could take that? Shame about the kids.

The boy's all grown-up.

Decent guy. He recently brought flowers.

Did he keep company with anybody here?

There were three of them.

That Marek from the Nowak family. Big guy with big arms from field work.

And that... Bartek, Artek?

Fuck knows. A deadbeat klutz.

But... if anybody so much as touched him,

the other two would be ready with axes.

That's how close they were.

They left.

One moved to Warsaw, the other lives with his grandad.

Such is life.

So, where's the grave?

Over there.

Beyond the wall.

FILE

- Hello? - Hi, Pocket.

Find out which orphanage Ewa Surmiak ended up in.

- Who's Ewa Surmiak? - Kacper's got a sister.

How come?

I don't know why we didn't have her in our documents.

In my time, she would've had a file too.

Call me at this number.

Just hurry up. It's kinda fucking freezing.

"Pocket."

Ewunia is on a probation period, getting to know the family.

Long ago?

They started taking her home in March, but it takes time. You understand?

We can't give children to just anyone. They've suffered enough.

What about Kacper? He ended up here too.

Yes, with his sister, after their mom died.

He moved out when he turned 18.

Left for Warsaw.

He said that once he earns some money, he'll return for Ewa, but...

Does he know about the adoption?

Yes, I told him recently that we had found her a new family.

- When? - When what?

When did he find out?

DAY 9

Morning.

You didn't tell us the whole truth.

You guys didn't meet at the security guard training.

You asked what connects us. We did this training. It's easy to verify.

You think you're the smartest kid in the whole village?

What can you do?

Not so lucky with women, though.

When it all calms down, she'll be back.

No, she won't.

You know what you can do?

Fucking nothing.

I'll tell you what I can do.

I can go to your sister and tell her

how you murdered three innocent women.

She'll hate you then.

And she'll never want to see you again.

This isn't "goodbye."

This is "see you later."

You know what you're asking?

I'll pay you.

Or I'll work it off.

- You know I have skills. - Grandpa, are you watching?

Heel down!

I can set him up for you.

Clean up.

But you'll pull the trigger yourself. Deal?

You liked it, didn't you?

Not really.

In that case, why did you do it?

I needed money.

I'm not talking about the robbery.

Why did you kill them?

Something was finally up to me.

It should've been a simple cut-and-dried job.

What do you want?

Can't live without the job?

I left my shoes.

Fancy patent leather ones.

- I have this oath. Will you let me in? - Come in.

You want some tea?

Motherfucker...

You were still calling shit "caca,"

when Szwed and his friends were buying me drinks.

And that simple cut-and-dried job is gonna cost you 25 years.

Perhaps you'll even get the rope.

Maybe they'll make an exception for you,

and you'll become the last Pole to be hanged.

- A piece of history. - Only if you catch me.

And you can't.

We both know you've got nothing on me. What, the murder weapon?

You've disproved my alibi, huh?

Eventually, I'll find something you've missed.

People like you always miss something.

Go back to the country.

Get drunk, get laid.

You're gonna miss that in prison.

DAY 10

Tadzio, what's the fucking use of a horse?

Costs a ton of money and it doesn't even know it works for you.

It runs with that 40-kilo runt on his back and probably thinks it's his master.

Maybe it doesn't give a shit

who its master is.

Perhaps it just likes to run around on a Sunday.

Overtake some Karino.

Have some fun.

You have to be careful.

If they came to me, they can go to someone dumber.

- Will you help me put them away? - Tadek...

WAS IT THE MOB?

You know I like talking to horses.

I can get along with a hyena, if need be.

But I fucking hate pigs.

Thanks, Henio.

Fuck me.

This just arrived.

Looks like our suspects got a ticket on the day of the robbery.

What is it, Ola?

Look.

The road from Warsaw to Wesoła.

This is the shortest route.

And our geniuses went this way.

- The longer way? - Much longer.

What for?

The speed trap.

- The only one on this road. - And?

They wanted to secure their alibi.

- Drabik. - Yeah?

Your eggs are burning.

Good morning. Papers, please.

All right.

Guys, move aside!

Get out!

Fall into two ranks!

Attention!

Look right!

At ease.

I was going to work in security, but they drafted me and...

- And how's your military career going? - Better than I thought.

Kacper Surmiak. He was at the swearing-in, right?

Yes.

I already told your colleagues. Marek, Kacper, and Bartek came.

After their visit, I've still got pull with my commander.

They're good guys, and they brought booze.

- Moonshine? - No. Some watered-down stuff.

Mareczek worked for a guy who sold it in bulk.

I mean, I know nothing about it.

But the drinking went on for two days.

- Two? - They brought the vodka a day early.

The night before the ceremony. We had to check if it was good, right?

The next freezing morning at the swearing-in,

I felt ill, wanted to puke.

- I was loaded as a rifle. - What time did you finish drinking?

I don't remember.

Around dawn.

I went for a nap, but the boys drove back home.

It was good. The commander was happy.

Even let us have a barbecue the next day.

There was some trash to burn,

so why not grill some fucking sausages, right?

Where was this barbecue?

Here.

Twelve minutes!

Fucking hell.

Okay.

- Twenty. - Yeah.

- Four left, 20. - One...

- Four... - Now careful, 70.

There.

Where's the rest?

You said 1.5 million!

Fucking hell, we're late.

Fuck me.

Fuck...

You really baked it yourself?

- When would I have time? - Girls, come on.

I thought you really baked it.

You go first.

What the fuck? You said there'd only be the old guy.

I don't fucking know!

Masks.

Quick.

DAY 11

No.

No...

Son, what is it?

Bartek, look at me, please. What's going on?

Darling, what's wrong?

Major, I don't know if this is important. One of them ended up in hospital today.

- Which one? - Bartek.

He was at a bank with his mother, and he passed out.

SUSPECTS

The doctors say it's stress. Some kind of... hyperventilation.

Thanks.

I've bringed the tape back.

"Brought."

That's what I said.

It's not rewound.

There's a fine for that.

Cut the crap.

All right, beat it.

Some guy said to give you this.

Is it done?

For your entrepreneurship.

Anytime.

Hi.

Take a break, Zdzisio.

We got anything?

Hey!

We've got a visitor.

- Hello. - It's good you're here, boys.

I don't know what's going on.

- He won't eat or sleep, he just cries. - Don't worry, ma'am.

We'll take care of him.

I dreamt about that cashier again.

- Calm down, Bartuś. - The one with the bag over her head.

- I keep seeing her ear with the earring... - Shut up!

Show me the photo.

What's this about?

You showed him this photo?

Can you see an earring anywhere? The bag covers her neck.

He knew about the earring.

Because it was them who did it.

It's circumstantial.

- What do you want, then? - Evidence.

These recordings won't hold up in court.

We need... I don't know, the murder weapon, the stolen money, anything.

We have the weakest link.

- It's yours. - Thanks.

Here.

MADZIA'S FIRST COMMUNION

I promise I'll give it back.

Is it good? You enjoying it?

DAY 12

God, my darling!

Happy family.

Kacper, it's for you.

Hello?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I can't go on like this.

Bartuś, what are you talking about?

I have to confess.

Bartuś...

We've talked about this. All for one and one for all, yeah?

Fucking hell!

- Move! - Good Lord!

Gadacz speaking.

Hello.

Of course.

Listen, you're doing the right thing.

Meet me in 20 minutes at the station.

See you.

Ola!

Ola!

Pocket!

- What? - Bartek called.

He wants to testify.

Get cracking. We're going to the station.

Oh, damn...

Where is he?

He took off like a bat out of hell.

Where to?

I don't know.

He was in tears.

Made a phone call and ran out.

Come here!

Gadacz speaking.

Bartek? Is that you?

Bartek?

Bartek Sawczuk. Has he come in yet?

Why?

Bartuś!

Bartuś!

It's okay.

Leave me alone, please.

It's all right now.

TWO POLES IN ONE YEAR

This is a difficult moment.

But we can't give up now.

You hear me?

A month will go by...

the case will die down.

You'll start spending, and...

And all of our bad dreams

will go away.

You'll see.

You'll buy a Polonez.

Or an Alfa, yeah?

You've always wanted one.

We'll pick up lots of chicks with it.

They will all be ours.

You've always wanted an Italian car, huh?

You'll buy something.

No!

No!

Fuck...

We killed the boy.

A murderer.

If anything, we killed a murderer.

Do you really believe the boy was heading to the station to testify

and then suddenly changed his mind,

and went to the other side of town to hang himself?

It's Kacper.

He got rid of the weakest of the pack.

DAY 13

He was our Bartek.

I had to do it.

He wanted to rat on us.

- And we'd all go down. - He was our Bartek!

What choice do you think I had?

If he had testified, it would all go to shit.

And I have to get her out of that orphanage.

- I have to get her out! - No one will give her to you.

No one.

That's not true.

I'll have a stable job.

I'll have regular income,

and I'll finally look after her.

Because I can look after her. It's just...

When will you, piece of shit, understand

that she doesn't need you?

She doesn't even remember your mother.

Shut up.

Ewa needs a normal life.

We are a family!

I always admired you.

Brother.

- Hands in the air! - It was self-defense.

- Hands up! - He wanted to kill me.

Stop! Turn around!

On your knees!

I said on your knees!

Hands! Behind your back!

Handcuffs!

Marek...

Marek wanted to kill me.

Prosecutor.

Beautiful job.

Three strikes, each one lethal.

He didn't leave much to chance.

What are you doing?

- Are you fucking crazy? - What?

Do you want to interrogate it?

Are you sure you don't need a lawyer?

- I have nothing to hide. - Good.

Please tell me what happened.

Marek dragged Bartek into all of this.

All of what?

The robbery.

And you had nothing to do with it, of course?

You recognize this?

Yes, I do.

I even borrowed it for my girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend.

I borrowed it a couple of times for my ex-girlfriend.

I didn't know where he got it from, but I started to figure it out.

Ania, the cashier, had a Walkman like this.

Which one is Ania?

This one.

- This one? - Why are you showing me this, huh?

Marek used me.

Bartek too.

And that's why Bartuś hung himself.

Give us a moment.

Ola.

What is he doing?

- Is this how you want to play it? - Play what?

Fuck.

Do you think

you can fucking kill six people and go home, just like that?

I don't have a home.

Show some respect!

Apparently, you're not as good as you think.

A few years ago,

we would've handled this differently, and it would all be over by now.

You fucking miss it, don't you?

Perhaps.

But I've still got enough to put you away for a long time.

You've got nothing. Any lawyer will get me out.

I've got a witness who saw you burning evidence.

Fucking who?

A shit-faced conscript?

So wasted that if I'd cut out his kidneys, he'd only have realized two days later?

Then how about I just fucking kill you?

What the fuck?

Fucking battering ram!

Open up! Open the fucking door!

- You didn't see this coming, did you? - Gadacz!

That they'd find an old agent, who'd lost everything anyway,

so he'll gladly pull out one more weed.

- Fucking open up! - Go ahead.

- Fuck, open up! - I know you can do it too.

I said open the fuck up!

I said open up!

Open up!

I wanted to ask

if I'm being detained.

If I am, I'd like to make a complaint,

and I think I need a lawyer.

After all.

Don't leave the city.

Pocket, I think I know where Kacper got the gun from.

Keep an eye on him.

Colonel, I need to talk to the soldier on watch on the night of November 3.

I understand you're not familiar with our rules, but that's impossible.

All right, listen.

I know you want to protect your people, and I respect that.

But if you don't bring me that guy right now,

I'll cause such a shitstorm, they're gonna fucking sack you,

and you'll wave fucking bye-bye to your early retirement.

You were on guard duty then, right?

At night.

Whatever happened,

they won't do anything to you.

You have my word.

But I need to know what happened that night.

I...

I lost my gun.

What gun?

A Glauberyt.

PM-84.

And when I woke up, it was gone.

I got scared, 'cause people go to prison for something like that.

Did you report it?

No, 'cause... I found it.

When?

Fucking tell him!

When people were gathering for the swearing-in.

Before noon.

- Where did you find it? - In the bushes by the tower.

I don't know how it got there. I'd checked earlier, and it wasn't there.

I only saw it before noon.

Was there anything else?

Or did you simply find it?

Well, a few rounds were missing, but...

I knew if I reported it, they'd make my life here hell.

I got everything. Let's fucking go!

Kacper!

Kacper?

Fucking hell.

No.

No.

No!

No...

No!

Get him out of here.

DAY 14

Get cover.

Shotgun!

- Get down! - Police!

Show me your hands!

What's up?

Hey, you!

Hey, you! Stop!

We're setting up blockades on all exit roads.

He mustn't get away.

He's fucking killed six people. You can use weapons without warning.

Last seen in a stolen Opel Rekord

with cab markings.

Color, olive green.

Registration, WUD 7274.

I know where he is.

Go ahead.

- Stop. - Who's in charge?

Czarek.

Oh, good morning, Major.

Hi.

Hold off for a moment.

I know the boy. You don't need to go in guns blazing.

There are kids there.

Please.

- Pass the trunk. - The trunk?

Got it. Hold on.

This goes here.

And this here.

- Yeah, that goes with the stump. Here. - Here.

There it is.

Kacper?

I've come for you.

Come on, let's...

Let's finish the tree, okay?

Come on.

We have to go.

No, Kacper. Stay.

Come.

You'll finish without me, right?

You'll manage, you'll see.

I'll come out myself.

Kacper...

The ceremonial signing of the merger ends the months-long negotiation process.

The privatization and the merger of the two banks

will create an international champion,

which can be a calling card of our country and a source of pride for all Poles.

It will be the largest player on the domestic market

and will also be able to compete with the largest banks in Europe.

Poland is entering the financial forefront.

This is the 19th day of Marek Kamiński's lonely march to the South Pole.

The explorer is approaching

the halfway point of a journey of almost 1500 kilometers.

According to the organizers, he's feeling well,

and his expedition is proceeding without any issues...

- Congratulations. - You didn't want to come?

Without a badge?

It's a ticketed event.

They don't need me anymore.

So, this is how it ends?

You've got new epaulets, and me?

I'm back to being a civilian with a dirty past.

And a few charges.

Was it really only about getting your job back?

I don't know.

This job is the only thing I'm good at.

You think so?

I was a shitty fucking husband.

No better as a father.

I even let my mother down.

It would've been enough if I'd done anything,

and she'd have been proud of me.

She was dying 20 kilometers away,

while I was chasing down some minor Solidarity members.

I didn't give a shit about promotions, or the Mercedes I got.

I was simply good at something.

You know what that was?

Seeing through people's masks.

I could smell the rot in anybody

because I knew that everybody...

was as much of a liar as I am.

When they assigned me to this case...

I promised to report on you.

I know that.

Hello?

Hi.

Subtitle translation by: Łukasz Dutka