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It's minus twenty degrees.
I'm freezin' my fuckin' ass off!

Hi, guys.

Hey, Sylwuś.

It's nice to see you, man.

Hello, handsome.

Such a cold night.

Can you take me to your cabin?

How much for a blowjob?

Ooh! "Mr. Concrete." I like it.

Thirty. No condom, fifty.

Hmm?

Let's get to work.

Oh, fucking pigs. Get out!

I said move it!

How about you turn off the engine.

- Don't move! Get out!
- On the ground!

Gentlemen, what's the problem?
What's the problem?

You're just gonna find a load of tiles.

Nothin' for you to worry about, then.

Hey, Sergeant!

There's like a hundred of these.

Spirit.

And that? Is that for the grout?

Take him in.

- Hey! State police!
- Drop your weapon!

I'm state police! Are you deaf?

On the ground, I said!

What the fuck is going on?

Like I fuckin' know? Fuck!

Cover me, huh?

Jass, fucking get back!

Keep your head down!

THE MIRE

At the end of our century,
ladies and gentlemen,

we're no longer choosing
to shop in our small local markets,

no matter how exquisite they might be.

The end of this century
will mark the era of the mega-market.

We walk through or skate through...

I'm skating right now.

...kilometers and kilometers of aisles.

Breakfast's done.

...with more and more merchandise.

I'll grab that to go.

Uh, and I left you
a list of things to get today.

- Uh, don't you wanna sit down?
- No, I can't, unfortunately.

There's a lot of confusion
over this skeleton,

not to mention the prosecutor,
the new one.

- Leśniak.
- Leśniak.

He's sniffing around.

What do you think
he's sniffing around for?

I dunno, that's why I've gotta go.
Thanks.

- Hi, Wandzia.
- Hey.

Hi.

Hi.

That's for you. Enjoy.

You've got some lipstick there.

She here for good, or what?

- Wanda, please, really?
- It's just a question, man. Come on.

Yeah, I'm hoping
she'll move in with us in a bit.

If she doesn't call me Wandzia, I'm fine.

Well, you know, she was just
trying to make friends with you.

But... but I'll tell her, for sure.

Can I go to Kitka's today?

To Kitka's? And who is that?

I told you who last time.

The girl from volleyball.
She invited us over to hang out.

Uh-huh. Well, how late are we talkin'?

I'll definitely be back before you are.

Nah. I don't think I'm gonna
be going anywhere today.

Maybe you could go back to work?

And maybe you could be in before 11:00.

Whatcha think?

- Give me those papers.
- Mmm.

And finish those reports.

Like yesterday, Tubs.

She sees something like
a squirrel or a duck, and she's off, man.

- Totally...
- Oh, what are you doing here?

What?
I'm... I'm still on duty today, aren't I?

And the puppy?

Uh, I... I had to, but he's okay.

Mika, "you need to know
when to leave the stage undefeated."

Just go home, huh?

- Do a crossword puzzle.
- Sit.

Limahl needs a proper walk.

No, boss,
I'll just come along.

Mika, did the midwife
drop you on your head or something?

Well, I mean, it's just during
my shift that... that it came in.

You're gonna solve the case in a day?
Is that your plan? I don't think so.

I'll stay on for a week more.
It's not a problem.

It's not such a big deal.

It's a huge fucking problem

because we're not
a halfway house for retirees.

I... I found a translator.

Sit. Out... out of Krakow. Sit!

What if you run into Krysia
over at the hospital?

She's workin' the night shift today.

Heel!

MUNICIPAL HOSPITAL

Professor interpreter.

- Professor Jerzy Jaksa.
- Chief of police.

Okay, let's go.

Sit, sit!

Wa... wait here.

They didn't, uh, have that one.

- Hey, have you got, uh, any plans...
- Well, um, are you asking...

- ...after you get off? Um...
- It usually depends.

- I'll see you later.
- Okay.

Any news?

Well, what... um...

Jędrula!

Did you wander into
police headquarters by mistake, huh?

And did they manage
to at least get that doorknob?

She loses her mind when they try.

They're planning to give her
a stronger sedative in the afternoon.

So I guess there is news after all.
I want a report tomorrow.

Uh, yeah, but tomorrow's
my nomination ceremony.

Tomorrow is just another day.

You wanna be an officer?

Better leave the fucking help alone
from now on, Jędrula.

Yes, sir.

Professor.

Good morning.

Well?

Talk to her, Professor. Say something.

Like what?

Something.

Anything. What's her name?
Where's she from? What happened?

Good morning.

My name is Jerzy Jaksa.

Those police officers
want me to ask you what your name is.

Where are you from? How did you get here?

They need help.

They need help.

They're going to kill them.
There's a plane.

- Darkness, Hollywood.
- Mmm.

- What's up, Professor?
- I dunno. She's talking about Hollywood?

- I'm stumped.
- That's all you got?

I'm... I'm sorry, gentlemen.

I speak Romanian, and I'm pretty sure
that she's speaking Romani.

Well, it's gotta be similar to it, right?

Just try to focus, Professor.

It won't do anything.

Mika, what the fuck kind of professor
did you bring me, you idiot?

I'm begging you!
Help them! They can't stay there!

Help them, please!

I told you very clearly
the young girl needs peace and quiet now.

Well, we're trying
to solve a crime over here.

Krysia told me that you've retired, Adaś.
Can't you see she's been through enough?

You're making everything worse.
Please leave.

- Goodbye.
- Uh, hey!

Chief, wait. I'll de... deal with it.

Chief, hey!

I just need a little more time, huh?
End of the year.

The millennium, more like it.

Last case, and I'm out forever.
I promise you.

So how about it?

Ooh, fuck me, Mika!

You're such a pain in my asshole!

You're right, boss.

You've got till December.

But after that, I'm givin' it to Tubs.

- Th... thank you.
- Do... don't thank me!

I'm only doing this 'cause
you've been with the company forever.

And bring me
the right fuckin' translator next time.

I... I will, yeah.

Get in the car.
Or are you meeting your wife?

- Hello, Ms. Joanna.
- Hello, Mr. Prosecutor.

I'm sorry for being late.

We were in Warsaw.
Had a bit of a kerfuffle.

- Matwiejska.
- Our new assessor.

Joanna Drewicz.

Uh, follow me.

Found her yesterday,

along with the rest of the remains,
near some German graves.

The body was thrown
into the pit, fully dressed.

So we're almost positive it's a woman.

Killed by a gunshot wound to the forehead.

- The bullet there?
- Uh, yeah.

It was stuck in the occipital lobe.

We're pretty sure she's Polish.

You're pretty sure how?

Well, because of this pendant.

Show it to me, please.

Ah.

Hmm. "For my beloved wife."

In Polish.

Uh-huh.

What do you think? Is it German?

Couldn't say.

German.

I always said it wasn't a German cemetery.

The krauts were shootin' Poles here.
I knew it.

I'm sorry, Prosecutor.
I think there's been a mix-up. I'm not...

We don't know whether those bodies
date back to World War II.

We have no idea.

There's definitely Germans
in the grave here.

You've got a theory,
and we've got a different one.

Set up a press conference for later today.

Press conference? Are you sure?

Yeah, we gotta try
to make hay while we can.

If we don't toot our own horns,
who's gonna?

Just go ahead
and write a little press kit.

I don't wanna undermine you here,

but I'm not positive
there were Polish jewelers

in this city prior to the war.

And how do you know

that the victim is even from here?

I get that you have a few doubts.

It's a question of experience though.

We've been lucky.

We've been very lucky.

Ms. Kinga!

Yeah.

The girl escaped from smugglers.

They're looking for an interpreter
to communicate with her.

No!

Perhaps I, or one of our people,
should go to the hospital and talk to her.

Even if she were my daughter,

I don't talk to cops!

And none of our people
will help them! Got it?

Uncle...

Rome has spoken.
The case is closed!

Child snatchers.

A nation's memory
is its greatest treasure,

the cornerstone of its identity.

Many things, vile things, have been said
about our parents, our grandparents,

about what is said to have happened out
in the Gronty Forest all those years ago.

DISTRICT PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE

Much information has been,
well, falsified for us

in order to make us believe
that black is white and white is black

and to make the victim seem like
they were the perpetrator,

not the other way around.

But today,

today we have indisputable proof
of who exactly shot who.

In a supposed German grave,
there was a skeleton of a Polish woman

who was wearing
the necklace in this picture.

The woman was shot with a German weapon,

with this bullet.

Enough slander of the Polish people.

The new millennium
will only be white and red.

Are there any questions?

Hello?

Are you seeing
this scumbag right now?

Yeah.

What do you say?

I say good money
always falls to the bad money,

and a scumbag will always show up
to replace a scumbag.

You're not gonna wish me a happy birthday?

Never.

Yeah, well, there's a party tonight.

And though it's my day,
I got something special for you.

I don't like surprises. What is it?

A letter.

A letter calling to you from the past.

From who?

Just make like Cinderella.
Be there before midnight.

In the back room.

Wait. Hello?

SHARE
ONE THOUSAND REICHSMARK

MR. WITOLD WANYCZ

Hey.

What's goin' on?

Listen, if you like,
I could take you there.

No, thanks. They're gonna pick me up here.

Wow.

You look so grown-up
with that make-up on, Wanda.

That's the idea.

I know that it hasn't been
the easiest year for you.

It's just...

But it's gonna get better.

I promise you that.

I'm home!

Maybe for you.

Are you headed out?

Uh-huh, seeing the girls.

That's a bummer. I was hoping
we might make something to eat.

Yeah, sorry, but I can't.

Hey, write down the address,
and, uh, the phone number for your friend.

Oh, and don't, uh,
turn off your cell phone, please.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- Have fun. Take care.
- Okay.

Behind me are four
lovely semifinalists who are bursting...

Maybe you're back
before 10:00 p.m. tonight?

You're my mother all of a sudden,
telling me when to come back?

Never mind, it's fine. I'm off.

Just like we talked about this morning.
Home by 11:00. You got it, Wanda?

Okay.

Yeah, gotta be fit for tomorrow.

Okay. Bye.

Today, we are increasingly using
this innovative device,

known to most as a PC
or personal computer,

to send electronic messages
to anyone in any part of the world

in a matter of seconds.

I, for one, can't wait
to see the evolution of this product

in years to come.

It's true, my dear viewers.
This product is a real...

Just give her some time, hmm?

Hmm. I know.

It's good that you do.

Ah, good evening.

So what's your name?

Anna... Anna Jass.

- Do you know what year it is?
- An awful one.

1999, November.

- How long have I been here?
- It's your second day.

You're really quite lucky.

The bullet hasn't damaged
any vital organs,

and your spine was spared.

After you get out of here,
you should probably go straight to church.

Is anyone else I was with here?

There is one in the morgue.

Please get some rest.

When can I get outta here?

You have to stay here
for at least one week for observation.

A gut shot's a serious matter.

Have a good night.

Are you kidding me? Fuck that.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MANAGER!

Let's go, Rollo.

Hey!

Jackass.

It just burns on. Old love, undying.

Congratulations, darling birthday boy.

MANAGER

When did you get back?

A little bit ago.

Here for long?

For a while.

What do you got there, huh?

A present.

Oh, uh-huh.

So I saw the press conference.

Uh-huh?

Why did you lie to me?

Honestly, nothing really matters anymore
at all, my dear...

Muszka.

HEALTH, HAPPINESS, PROSPERITY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MANAGER!!!

One more trip,
and I'll have it covered.

- Is he here yet?
- No, not yet.

Well, fuck.

Cheers, then.

Cheers, guys.

Come on.

Gentlemen, evening.

Courtesy of the man of the hour.

I mean, it's not
that you aren't all lovely.

It's just we didn't
come here tonight to fuck.

We're here to see the boss.

Well, he should be here, right?

Oh, yeah. I might have to go
without saying happy birthday.

And trust me, he wouldn't want that.

Fuck off, kid.

Now, huh?

Fucking butterfaces.

Didn't you hear?
The whores were supposed to fuck off.

Don't get aggressive, po... porky,

or you're gonna be sweatin' lard
fr... from your asshole.

So what the fuck do you want, huh?

The Turk in the ditch isn't my business.
You're not gonna find shit.

Yeah? A... a li... little birdie told me
that you're a perv for Romani girls.

Ah, funny, 'cause someone
told me you've retired.

Why you mixed up in this shit,
for fuck's sake?

In this case, I'm actually just gonna be...
...moonlighting.

Gesundheit.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Hey, another regular face.
How are you doing?

Phew! Well, it's a big day. How are ya?

Domestic beer,
if I remember that correctly?

No. I'll have a Campari and, uh, a water.

- Mixed?
- No, it's for her. I'm good.

I dunno, man.
Can you take this place sober?

The way it was going, I had to...
bring it back down a couple notches.

Who are they?

Those, my friend, are the newest players
in the world of Polish business.

- So who's the guy in the middle?
- Marian Hanys.

He offers a wide range of services.

Quit fucking around.

Come work with us over at Kleopatra.

You'd work as head of security.

Our salary is competitive,
hot women everywhere,

good tips, and vacations
on the coast of Bulgaria.

And you don't have to waste your life
fartin' around at the police station.

You'd make somethin' of yourself,
and you'd finally look good.

I'm g... good. I'd prefer to drop dead.

Come on, bo... boss.

Let's hear what you know
about the Roma girl.

Oh, I don't deal with those fuckers.
Gypsies, right? Come on.

And listen, if you're lying,
I'll hear about it,

and you'll be fu... fucked. Get me?

J... J...
just don't shit yourself, Mika.

Oh, B... B... B... Buła!

Ho... how was it blowing the men in Wronki?

I have no idea.
You could ask Krysia, maybe.

That fucker.

Come on! Easy!

Everyone, stay calm. Just keep partying!

- You fucking...
- It's nothing. It's fine. Relax!

Go tell the big man
that business is about one's word.

We're out of here.

Ladies and gentlemen,

a birthday without a dust-up
is supposed to be a bad sign,

so let's party!

Pour one.

What the fuck?
You got a problem, you old bastard?

Cool it, Rollo. Bring my car.

It's just a scratch. You're good.

Yeah, the fuck it is.

All right, everybody.
It's almost midnight, so time for a toast!

Let's all sing "Happy Birthday"
to our manager.

Maybe he'll finally appear!

♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy Birthday, dear... ♪

Mika!

Hi.

Did you see anything
on the manager there? Maybe a letter?

I'm s... s... sorry, no.

Anyway, there isn't very much of him to...

to take a look at.

Like a lobster. The guy was cooked.

Yeah, be well.

Yeah, you... you too.

Hey, you need a ride?

Give my best to your father, Joasia.

- I'll tell him, yeah.
- Have a good night.

Just give me a minute.

Witek, hold on.

How long
since we've seen each other?

Two years?

- Seems like it was just a few months ago.
- It's just...

Why haven't you spoken to the news team?
I wanted you to stay in touch.

Maybe I just figured that it was time
for me to take a step back.

You took a break as well
from reporting the news.

Isn't that right, Piotr?

I mean, I was a bit, uh...

I dunno, overwhelmed by reality.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Seems like you're doing okay now though.

Taking a step back,
and yet you came to the hotel.

Pay my respects to the manager
and have some fun. That's all I wanted.

Look how that worked out.

Apparently, good stories
never stop coming to me.

Good night.

"Secret" is your middle name, huh?

- Oh yeah.
- Mr. Wanycz!

Open the shop already!

I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen.
The shop won't be opening today.

What do you mean?
We've been waiting all night!

- Have you lost your mind?
- I have nothing to sell!

- What do you mean? You can hear me?
- Yeah.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION
CENTRUM HOTEL

- Hi there, Curly.
- Hey, man.

The cops.

Get your ice cream!

Knife sharpening! Scissors! Hello!

Hello! Knife and scissor sharpening!

Ania, come home now!

Knife and scissor sharpening!
Knives and scissors!

Kocioł! Come sunbathe with us up here.

- Hi there.
- Hey, man. How are you?

What's shakin'?

Hey!

I got nothin' going on.

I can't move any currency.
The krauts have all gone home.

Look, man.

Take a look at that guy over there.

You know who he is?

Western kraut.
Checked in yesterday.

He bought some paper money.

Hmm.

- Has he requested anything?
- Mm-mmm.

No, but he will.

So what do we do? Go down to the market?

Walk a bit, have a look around,
fleece some punk.

Not today, buddy.

- Got a night shift.
- Today?

A night shift is at night.

Kocioł!

It's gonna be a wonderful summer!
Ya hear me now?

Wonderful!

Mr. Kociołek!

The Soviets make your watch?

You're always late.
What's the matter with you this time?

I'm sorry, sir.
It's just that my boy is sick.

Your boy is sick.
Half the nation's drinking till morning.

- Not you?
- No, sir, not me.

The boy's back's been hurting.

Fine. Get to work, then.
The main room, please.

Mr. Alojzy, please take 13.
Let's see what's with the closet.

Hurry, hurry.

Oh, There's our little rascal.
Just in time. Get the vase, huh?

- Oh, ho, ho!
- What ya got?

Soup without wine.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah! Eat it, and don't whine.

Mr. Kociołek, one second.

Take a look.

See that Gypsy there?

Watch out for him. He's important.

A friend of the prime minister.
They were both at Auschwitz.

It brings you close.

So that was his Volga?

Gypsy resettlements are what he does.
Delegated to oversee all of it.

So be a good boy now.

Yes, sir. Of course.

More soup, gentlemen?

Far from home,
it's not cheating.

We'll go to the room, you'll relax,

and I'll take care of everything.

For ten marks, you'll get a taste
of traditional Polish hospitality.

Well?

Hurry. Time is money, right?

Right. Cheers.

Listen,
I've been thinking about maybe...

maybe... buying a puppy.

- What do you think?
- Soup of the day?

Uh, how about the full menu, actually?

- A Dalmatian.
- Oh! Excuse me, ma'am.

I'm very sorry about that.

- A Dalmatian.
- It's fine.

A Dalmatian.

Why has she got that face on?

Apparently, she's not hungry.
Huh, Anuszka? Thank you.

And boys are supposedly
the more difficult ones, aren't they?

Sit up straight.

Guinea fowl and potato dumplings.