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‎a movie co-financed ‎by The Polish Film Institute

‎Starring

‎Folk Art Crafts

‎- Does he live alone? ‎- Yes.

‎- Sure? ‎- I've checked it. Nobody will care.

‎Nice house. ‎But what shall we live on?

‎Yes?

‎Are you here about the land?

‎A Juliusz Machulski film

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‎- Sign an acknowledgement receipt. ‎- Why?

‎- It's a registered letter. ‎- From who?

‎A social welfare worker ‎will visit you.

‎What for?

‎How could I know?

‎Nice bike.

‎Yeah. They've bought them recently.

‎I'm going to ask you ‎a few standard questions.

‎It's an environmental inquiry.

‎They'll calculate the money ‎you're entitled to.

‎- How many children do you have? ‎- Four, expecting the fifth.

‎Let's count it as a family member.

‎- Father? ‎- Father-in-law.

‎How old are you?

‎More or less is better?

‎Telling the truth is the best thing.

‎550.

‎550 - it's your pension.

‎He's 80.

‎- You look younger. ‎- Everyone says so.

‎Any income ‎except from the sale of art crafts?

‎Our needs are modest.

‎I'll check their teeth.

‎And their hair.

‎God!

‎You scared me.

‎- Saint Christopher? ‎- The patron saint of drivers,

‎travellers, coachmen, taxi- ‎drivers, porters, knights,

‎treasure hunters, sailors, ‎milliners, raftsmen and runners.

‎- And? ‎- That's all.

‎And railwaymen.

‎Now tell me. ‎Which saint killed the dragon?

‎- George? ‎- You should know, not ask.

‎- At your age I knew all saints. ‎- There were less of them then.

‎But I learnt voluntarily, ‎not like you.

‎The last one. What's his name?

‎Mr Roman Lapszow, a businessman, ‎folk art crafts.

‎So he'll contribute to ‎the church renovation.

‎- Praised be Jesus Christ!

‎For ever and ever.

‎In the name of the Father, ‎the Son and the Holy Spirit.

‎Amen.

‎- What's his name? ‎- Kuba.

‎Jacob!

‎Resembles the parents.

‎His teeth start growing. ‎How old is he?

‎Next week he'll be one year. ‎He likes you.

‎I can see it. He gets more lively ‎in my arms.

‎Healthy?

‎He was ill recently, ‎but is better now.

‎You should take care of children. One ‎unguarded moment - cold, complications.

‎Do you want to hold him? ‎Be careful. Don't drop him.

‎Have a seat.

‎- Where's the previous owner? ‎- He left.

‎Strange. Said nothing. ‎I don't remember you living here.

‎We lived in the neighbouring commune.

‎- Why did you decide to move? ‎- New place, new challenges.

‎We looked for permanent place, ‎and probably found it.

‎Right.

‎Nice surroundings. ‎Do you manage somehow?

‎Yes. If only we were healthy.

‎Health is the most important thing. ‎And serenity.

‎Then the other things will come too.

‎Oh, there's also a senior. ‎How are you?

‎Well, not complaining. ‎Only my legs hurt a bit.

‎They went through a lot in life.

‎- And stood too.

‎Sit down, dad.

‎- Would you like some tea? ‎- Yes please.

‎God bless you.

‎When?

‎Before he realises that ‎the envelope is empty.

‎- What about the acolyte? ‎- What?

‎Can I...?

‎300, 400, 500, 600, 700.

‎O.K.?

‎- Do I have to give mine? ‎- No, keep it.

‎Where is Mr Roman, ‎still in the sanatorium?

‎- No, he left. ‎- Did he?

‎- On a trip around the world. ‎- Nice.

‎Here are new examples.

‎Make one hundred of them.

‎What about Easter Eggs?

‎They are imported ‎from China this year.

‎- How come? ‎- What, don't we have hands?

‎- Probable 'cause they're cheaper. ‎- Is that possible?

‎Probably.

‎Say hello to Mr Roman.

‎When he's back.

‎- Good morning. ‎- Good morning.

‎Are you the owner of this estate?

‎- I'm Mr Steinbach's interpreter. ‎- Yes.

‎- He wants to buy your house. ‎- It's not for sale.

‎- How about the land? ‎- The same.

‎He wants to pay well. ‎It's good business for you.

‎- The land is infertile. ‎- Have you got a pen?

‎- Pen, please. ‎- Here you are.

‎Write: Not for sale. ‎Neither house nor land.

‎Yes, Masuria...

‎My grandma ‎was born here...

‎Beautiful woods, lakes... ‎What are you looking for here?

‎Grass, trees...

‎I'll build the hotel, one, two.

‎You have to invest here. ‎Money.

‎The tourists will come, ‎and leave ‎money.

‎Why not?

‎- He wants more money. ‎- I see.

‎Come, come.

‎Yes. Ah, Masuria.

‎Fresh air.

‎Come, come.

‎Lake, clean water, ‎not like our tap water.

‎- Come, come. ‎- Thanks.

‎Only German clothes.

‎Do you want Armani to come ‎to buy your land?

‎- What's this? ‎- Briefs.

‎- Why so small? ‎- To suntan your ass.

‎- Grandpa! ‎- Show it to me.

‎A bracelet with a blood type.

‎What's his?

‎SS Rh positive.

‎AB Rh positive.

‎He's 56, she's 27. ‎It's 30 years difference.

‎- Is it a business relationship? ‎- Definitely not.

‎Who found Waniat the Drowned?

‎A Japanese sightseeing group of 16?

‎Why do you think all the ‎disappearances are in my precinct?

‎What?

‎Dick, don't do this to me. ‎What for?

‎You should have stopped them.

‎I know, free media, yes, ‎but there are ways, right?

‎Damn, Dick, I don't need TV right now.

‎O.K., the same to you! ‎Damn!

‎He's sending a TV crew to me. ‎Damned Dick.

‎- Just name. ‎- You bet.

‎They're going to make a program ‎about the Masurian triangle.

‎Wait.

‎The postman, let's say, got drunk, ‎but the woman from social welfare?

‎And the priest and the acolyte... ‎It's a serious affair.

‎She could stay for the weekend ‎in the pension by the lake.

‎The priest could be called to Vatican.

‎With the acolyte?

‎You can explain everything ‎rationally if you want.

‎The German consulate called.

‎A German came to Masuria ‎and disappeared too.

‎But why here? ‎Masuria is a big region.

‎14 districts, two communes.

‎- Good morning. ‎- You've taken the trouble.

‎Duty. So you are the Makarewiczs, ‎the new ones.

‎Not so new actually.

‎Where is the previous owner, ‎Roman Lapszow?

‎- Gone. ‎- Where to?

‎Like the others - ‎to America, for bread.

‎Now people come back ‎from America for bread.

‎Have a look. ‎Have you seen them?

‎No.

‎No.

‎Pretty, but no.

‎Haven't you seen this one either?

‎This one - yes.

‎Today I think.

‎Your twin.

‎I'm only checking ‎if you look carefully.

‎As much as my vision allows. ‎Ask my son.

‎Even if I know, I wouldn't notice.

‎For me, ‎everything looks alike from afar

‎- a tree resembles a man, ‎and a man - a tree.

‎What's up?

‎I'm the one to ask questions.

‎- Aspirant Nowak. ‎- Makarewicz.

‎Why can't I ever meet you? ‎I'm coming here for the third time.

‎- We're in the field. ‎- Where? I didn't see you.

‎Not my fault.

‎Have you seen these people?

‎This one was here last week ‎and wanted to buy our land.

‎- And? ‎- He looked around, inquired and left.

‎Good morning. ‎Aspirant Waldemar Nowak.

‎Ms. Makarewicz.

‎- The woman from social welfare? ‎- We're still waiting for her.

‎Didn't you see the postman?

‎He brought an official ‎letter last week.

‎- And? Went away? ‎- Indeed.

‎Well, it happens. We'll look for him ‎with hounds tomorrow.

‎What're these?

‎These? Wooden fetters with caps.

‎I can see it. But what for?

‎To prevent goats from escaping.

‎- Are they yours? ‎- Four. The fifth's on the way.

‎Congratulations.

‎Call me if you see ‎something suspicious.

‎Strange things are happening here.

‎Have a nice day.

‎You should stay at home, father.

‎- Why, am I a child? ‎- But you attract attention somehow.

‎Till it calms down with the police.

‎-Did you go insane with these fetters? ‎- Yeah, everything is my fault!

‎I feel comfortable here, ‎don't want to move.

‎- Me too. ‎- So do your best, dad.

‎Facts, people, events.

‎We are always where ‎important things happen.

‎Where history happens.

‎Events small and big, ‎changing the fate of the world,

‎the country and the region.

‎Today we're in the beautiful village ‎of...

‎Odlotowo in Masuria.

‎Here the people inexplicably disappear.

‎Our journalist instinct leads us ‎to clues

‎in the Masurian triangle mystery.

‎Jurek!

‎Where are you?

‎Jurek?

‎What's up?

‎I thought you'd gone missing too. ‎Where have you been?

‎I've been filming a bird.

‎Good morning.

‎Elzbieta Borowicz.

‎Facts, people, events. Polish TV.

‎We're doing a report on ‎the mysterious disappearances.

‎What do you know?

‎Well, a little.

‎Pay me, so I'll give you ‎some information.

‎And show you the surroundings ‎for free.

‎Nice shoes. ‎What size?

‎- 43. How did you lose your eye? ‎- I didn't. It's deep inside.

‎Pay me, I'll tell you about my eye ‎and let you picture this.

‎Have you seen that old man? ‎We can take some shots of him.

‎We're making a report, not a horror.

‎I thought you want to raise suspense. ‎He's a real person, not a talking head.

‎I won't irritate them. ‎Only they wanted to talk with us.

‎Hi. Do you live here? ‎What's your name?

‎- Marysia. ‎- Nice. Like my fiancée.

‎How many of you live here?

‎Is there any toilet?

‎Can you show me the way?

‎We were at the vicarage ‎and the police station.

‎At the vicarage they didn't want ‎to open the door.

‎- No wonder. People are scared. ‎- But of what?

‎Of everything. There are lots of ‎lunatics in the world.

‎Not now. In front of the camera.

‎Jurek! ‎And I want the family to speak too.

‎But they are mainly little children.

‎So at least your wife and ‎the man with... the eye.

‎- Daddy. ‎- Exactly.

‎I'll call Jurek, you - your family.

‎Jurek!

‎Have you seen Jurek, ‎the one with a camera?

‎He went into the barn.

‎Jurek!

‎Help! Help!

‎Be quiet, they're coming.

‎What's up? Why am I tied ‎and where's my acolyte?

‎- In a safe place. ‎- It's illegal!

‎Don't yell or you'll scare my child. ‎See! I told you.

‎What? What do you want?

‎What is he doing to me?

‎He's bitten me!

‎Help me! He's sucking my blood!

‎People, don't sleep!

‎We need to collect. ‎We need to help them.

‎Ms Agata, don't sleep. ‎Please translate.

‎Agata isn't sleeping. ‎Agata is dead.

‎What do you mean, dead...

‎Polish vampires...

‎No, Agata is alive.

‎But unconscious, understand?

‎- Listen to me! ‎- What?

‎We need to shout. Understand? ‎Maybe someone will hear us.

‎- Bus? ‎- Us.

‎Bus? Us?

‎- Help! ‎- Help!

‎Yes, ‎help! Help!

‎- Help! ‎- Help!

‎- What? ‎- Agata. ‎Hilfe!

‎Very well.

‎But we need to cry on four. ‎Or they won't hear us. Ready?

‎Three, four. Help!!!

‎Help!

‎Help!

‎Calm down, O.K.? I said: three, four.

‎- One more time. ‎- Help!

‎I didn't say three, four!

‎Attention, now. Three four. ‎Help!

‎- Help! ‎- Help!! Help!!

‎Can't you count to four? ‎Three, four.

‎Dad, you have an example here, look.

‎Even if I try hard, it's always ‎wrong for Bozena, always.

‎- Will you help us? ‎- I cant.

‎I have to get rid of the postman quickly. ‎Too much confusion.

‎I told you ‎not to touch the locals, dad.

‎So now I am allowed ‎to do nothing!

‎You'd better drive the stake ‎straight through my heart!

‎- Dad, also mine. ‎- Not now.

‎- Why not? ‎- Your blood is still green.

‎- Green? ‎- Immature.

‎- When will it be mature? ‎- You'll feel it yourself.

‎- They're very poor. ‎- Are you defending them?

‎Trying to understand. ‎Four little children, both unemployed.

‎- No future. ‎- You probably haven't seen my legs!

‎Don't exaggerate, he's only a baby.

‎Nice child! I'm lucky his teeth ‎are not completely grown.

‎I walked a lot. My bag weighs ‎20 kilos, and I hoofed it.

‎Two knee operations, ‎one dislocation, and now...

‎I wonder if it will heal at all.

‎- Drink. ‎- What's this?

‎- Vitamins. ‎- Don't drink it. It may be poison.

‎But diluted in spirit.

‎Not bad...

‎Carrying again. ‎A crane would be handy.

‎- Like a draw-well. ‎- Don't dawdle, dad.

‎- Hurry up! ‎- Easy. There's no house on fire.

‎But it'll be soon. You heard ‎what the policeman said.

‎They're going to look ‎for him with hounds.

‎So, on four.

‎- Leave them, dad. ‎- You said I can take shoes.

‎Someone's who drives a car, ‎not rides a bike.

‎How will he come back home barefoot?

‎- I didn't invite him. ‎- Leave them, dad.

‎Wake up, man.

‎He's too bemused.

‎Get up and pedal away from here.

‎- What happened? ‎- Give up drinking.

‎- They've found the postman. ‎- Where?

‎- He was wandering by the lake. ‎- See?

‎- Who found him? ‎- Some strangers.

‎- Their car almost hit him. ‎- Is he alive?

‎Yes, but remembers nothing.

‎He'd been drinking. Check what ‎he knows when he gets sober.

‎It's gonna be O.K. ‎They all will be found.

‎There was a call from Warsaw. ‎The TV crew disappeared.

‎See?

‎They must be having fun in a spa. ‎Don't you know show-business people?

‎O.K., let's sum everything up. ‎What do we know?

‎Nothing. No traces, no connections.

‎Only that everything ‎happened over there.

‎I'll visit and check ‎the pensions and spas.

‎Phone calls will be enough.

‎- What's up? ‎- Can you move your toes a little?

‎- But why? ‎- So I can hit a vein easier.

‎I beg you, no! I'll tell nothing ‎about anyone, anything!

‎Please, please! I'll pay you!

‎Dear beloved! ‎We're in a deep misery.

‎- You've woken up. Hungry? ‎- Very hungry.

‎But not as much as I am.

‎- Are you worried? ‎- Yes.

‎Four children, the fifth on the way, ‎and constantly hungry dad.

‎Let's sell it and go away. ‎There's the buyer in our basement.

‎- It's risky. ‎- So at least the land.

‎- It lies fallow anyway. ‎- Will it be better somewhere else?

‎- I want to go to a city. ‎- A city?

‎- It's easier to hide. ‎- But where?

‎Olsztyn maybe? ‎Or even better, Warsaw?

‎I'm hungry.

‎You've just been at ‎that social welfare woman.

‎But I ate nothing. She talks too much. ‎Only my blood pressure rises.

‎Didn't make use of the German?

‎You should make yourself ‎understood first.

‎Use the interpreter.

‎I tried the cameraman. ‎But he was jelly-like.

‎You shouldn't have scared him. ‎His blood clotted.

‎Don't teach your father-in-law ‎how to feed.

‎Thank you.

‎God, what a relief.

‎Children, dinner time!

‎- What are you doing? ‎- Mending a chair.

‎Can be anything done with it?

‎It's not that bad. ‎You still have one left.

‎For how long, I wonder.

‎Michal!

‎Let's take him. ‎We'll be despairing later.

‎- Where have you been? ‎- I'd rather not say.

‎They'll find our bones in the ‎swamps after some time.

‎Who else is here?

‎The TV crew from Warsaw have come ‎to make a film about us.

‎- Us? ‎- About the situation.

‎That you and me are missing. ‎Now they are too.

‎It's going to be O.K., you'll see.

‎- But when? ‎- It already is. We're together.

‎Do you think that we can escape ‎from here somehow?

‎How? With a table on your back?

‎That's not right. We're here, bad luck. ‎But they should treat us well!

‎- I can't even brush my teeth! ‎- I want to go home!

‎The old man is always hungry. ‎My legs are all blue.

‎- I'll ask them to kill me off. ‎- What are we supposed to do?

‎Wait. It must finish some time.

‎Or accept our fate and live here.

‎- Father!

‎Leave me out of this, please.

‎My legs are all bitten ‎by this devil's seed.

‎We all have the same problem.

‎But their Sferatu sucks out ‎vitamins from me.

‎I want to confess. I have to.

‎- Hear him, father. ‎- Be quiet.

‎You said you can't give up in life. ‎That you have to be strong.

‎In life - yes, but not here, ‎in such conditions.

‎Jesus, ‎only a disability pension after this.

‎I had a dream about the priest. ‎At a funeral.

‎- Whose? ‎- Yours.

‎Have you checked the reports ‎from yesterday?

‎Yes. ‎The priest was seen by four persons.

‎But in different places ‎at the same time.

‎- This woman has come. ‎- What woman?

‎Deaf and dumb. ‎She saw the priest, supposedly.

‎- Where? ‎- I don't know.

‎She's deaf and dumb.

‎Yes?

‎What did you see?

‎Read my lips.

‎Did-you-see-the-priest?

‎Stone deaf. We need an interpreter.

‎She's not the one. ‎That's the one.

‎I'm listening. Go on.

‎- I'm looking for a husband. ‎- When did he disappear?

‎He didn't. I'm looking for ‎a husband in the Internet.

‎Mr Waldek lets me surf sometimes. ‎Outside office hours, of course.

‎- Grandpa, smile. ‎- I'll show you!

‎- Show me your eye. It's a movie... ‎- I'll teach you!

‎Leave it! It's not a toy. ‎Leave grandpa alone. He's ill.

‎Out!

‎I've got good news for you, dad.

‎I'd also like to confess. ‎I want to be ready, just in case.

‎You can't give up. ‎Have hope.

‎- Well, you said before... ‎- Everyone has his moments of despair.

‎Remember the story of St. Ignatius? ‎His faith and hope.

‎He was caught by robbers, ‎imprisoned in a dungeon,

‎fed with water and dry bread, ‎burnt with fire,

‎but he kept persuading them ‎with holy words to correct.

‎Right.

‎Let's convert them!

‎I don't know.

‎Dad, you stepped on my toe.

‎You are so slow. I should go first.

‎Move away, dad. ‎Help me with the needle.

‎- Father, look after Kuba. ‎- Me again?

‎But he wants to be only with you. ‎He cries with anyone else.

‎Try with a film maker.

‎Man!

‎They're draining blood ‎out of me with a hose!

‎Feeling better, father?

‎- I prefer to drink directly. ‎- You have no teeth.

‎And between toes...

‎- Is he ill again? ‎- He wants to go to the priest.

‎He doesn't cry only with him.

‎Take him to the attic, he'll be closer.

‎You know how it is. ‎The others will want to be moved too.

‎He'll cry, and then stop.

‎We need to release the priest for ‎the Assumption of Mary celebration.

‎- I don't know how the baby will react. ‎- Let him go, then catch him again.

‎Or put a cassock on the German, ‎maybe he won't recognize him.

‎He's accustomed to his blood, ‎not to a cassock.

‎I know the people are poor.

‎I can see it in the villages.

‎The poverty reaches everyone, ‎nobody is spared.

‎Some steal, some drink ‎of their helplessness.

‎Everyone fends for himself.

‎But that's not the way.

‎Prayer - the hope is in it! ‎But not with a sin in your heart.

‎With the innocent people ‎in the basement.

‎It's not right. ‎Examine your conscience.

‎- Hallelujah! ‎- Hallelujah!

‎What about me?

‎Thanks. ‎Am I free, really?

‎In a way. But first go ‎to the attic, to Kuba.

‎I have liver problems; ‎your son can get stains.

‎I beg you. Why me?

‎The German gives him colic, ‎the welfare woman the runs.

‎He cries at the sight ‎of the film makers.

‎But after you he's rosy-cheeked, ‎sleeps well, and poos are regular.

‎I wonder if I should keep ‎you permanently.

‎- Permanently? ‎- If it's necessary.

‎We need to talk to Kuba.

‎How come? This monster ‎doesn't speak yet.

‎So we have to wait till he starts.

‎Michal!

‎I'll be right back.

‎Please, stop!

‎See the doctor instead ‎running in black at night!

‎I shouldn't have taken ‎Satan in my arms.

‎Don't complain. ‎You got some exercise.

‎Thanks, Michal.

‎- Throats are O.K. ‎- Children, come here.

‎Well-nourished. Vegetables, ‎dairy, fruit, right?

‎- Yes, more or less. ‎- Very well.

‎The bone system ‎are forming at this age.

‎- Very imposing teeth. ‎- Can you examine my father, too?

‎He needs a prosthetician, ‎not a physician.

‎A prosthetician?

‎You need a dental plate. ‎How do you eat?

‎- Mainly fluids. ‎- I'm not surprised.

‎- Do you know any prosthetician? ‎- I do.

‎Very good one and not expensive. ‎My brother.

‎You'll get a discount ‎if you use my name.

‎And the baby should bite ‎as much as he can.

‎He does. All the time.

‎Apparently not enough. ‎He should more.

‎His teeth are growing very ‎fast and hurting his gums.

‎When he bites, the teeth ‎grow slower

‎and everything will get back ‎to normal.

‎Good bye.

‎- Good morning. ‎- Not for everyone. What happened?

‎- I've come to see your husband. ‎- He's sleeping.

‎Wake him up. It's a serious matter. ‎Official.

‎- What happened? ‎- Nothing.

‎- But I can see. ‎- I'm happy. I'll be having new teeth.

‎- Yeah? How come? ‎- Prosthetic, a dental plate!

‎- But it's in Warsaw. ‎- So? I'll get a discount.

‎- And? ‎- The kids are O.K.

‎But the doctor said ‎Kuba bites too little.

‎Tell it to the priest. ‎What about a dental plate?

‎Dad needs it. ‎It's a bargain, and reliable.

‎- But in the city, in Warsaw. ‎- It's fortunate. We'll move.

‎- Because of a dental plate? ‎- Why not?

‎Over my dead body!

‎Do you want me to finish like ‎your dad, without teeth?

‎I have no head for teeth now!

‎- So where was I? ‎- Are you asking me?

‎Who else? You are the police!

‎You don't remember ‎what you did with the body.

‎- What body? ‎- The priest's.

‎The priest's?

‎You disappeared ‎at the same time, right?

‎They found you unconscious ‎by the road, right?

‎And you pretend you ‎remember nothing, right?

‎- Right. No. ‎- Maybe you don't want to remember?

‎Four-year penalty ‎for false testimony...

‎False? I said nothing...

‎The same for refusal to depose. ‎Think.

‎I'm getting to remember, ‎but I'm scared to talk.

‎- Go on... ‎- Some words:

‎- He's healthy, not old and well-built. ‎- Who?

‎Me. Then they carried me away. ‎Two of them.

‎One had blue face probably of ‎drinking spirit and a beard.

‎And I was yelling...

‎It's your face blue ‎of drinking hootch.

‎- Let's go. ‎- Where to?

‎- To look around. ‎- It's better to forget everything.

‎Or I'll have nightmares later. ‎Who needs it?

‎Me. I want to sleep calmly.

‎Man, people disappear in my precinct.

‎I always carry things through. ‎Let's go.

‎- Where are you going? ‎- For a moment...

‎Last time you left for a moment ‎you were gone for 6 days.

‎- We're going to reconnaissance. ‎- To save our village.

‎Don't you have your men?

‎- Can you see anyone? ‎- Who?

‎Anyone.

‎- No. ‎- Exactly. They never are in.

‎- They're sleeping. ‎- In the daytime?

‎Maybe they're sleeping after a party.

‎Yeah.

‎Let's go.

‎Shoot if you see something suspicious.

‎What? A slingshot?

‎- So yell. ‎- Isn't better to run away?

‎- What are you afraid of? ‎- You've got a gun, and me - only legs.

‎- So take the gas. ‎- You take it.

‎The wind blows, it'll get into my eyes. ‎I won't go without a weapon.

‎- Do you know how to use it? ‎- Sure.

‎O.K. Go this way, I'll go that way.

‎We'll meet on the other side.

‎Don't shoot me.

‎Kaminski?

‎Kaminski?

‎What's going on?

‎Makarewicz?

‎Makarewicz?

‎Again? May my blood stuck ‎in your throat, you Antichrist!

‎Police, freeze!

‎- Where's the rest of the body? ‎- Behind.

‎- Where? I can't see it. ‎- Behind the wall.

‎Jesus Christ! ‎How did you get into the wall?

‎Through the chimney, you moron.

‎Run for help. You won't defeat ‎them alone.

‎Who?

‎The priest was seen by the exit ‎to the lake last night.

‎By whom?

‎By strangers. ‎He was running across the road.

‎Did they talk to him?

‎When they slowed down, ‎he shook his fists at them.

‎- We need to hear them. ‎- They didn't leave their contact details.

‎As usual. Does Nowak know?

‎He hasn't come back.

‎His wife says he's at work.

‎Did he say anything? ‎Where did he go, with whom?

‎No, nothing.

‎Don't worry; you know what Waldek is like.

‎Always alone, secret.

‎- What about the postman? ‎- What do you mean?

‎Do you know where he is?

‎Something must be wrong with you. ‎He's been found.

‎When he's back, tell him to stay here ‎and don't move.

‎- The postman? ‎- Nowak.

‎I've come to see my husband.

‎I'm Kaminska, the postman's wife.

‎He didn't take a spare undershirt ‎or tights.

‎Nowak drew him straight ‎from his bed, as for deportation.

‎Didn't let him finish his dinner.

‎Here's a bit of gruel, sock with meat.

‎Gruel.

‎Where's your husband, ‎missing again?

‎Ask the one who took him.

‎Acolyte! Why do you let ‎this priest maltreat you?

‎Out of respect. ‎He's my spiritual leader.

‎- How old are you? ‎- 20.

‎My birthday was yesterday.

‎You should have told us. ‎We'd have organized something.

‎All the best, lots of happiness ‎and health.

‎- Health and freedom. ‎- Thank you very much.

‎First the priest in the wall, ‎now you on the tables.

‎It's beginning to piece together.

‎Exactly. How is father Marek?

‎I don't remember. ‎I lost consciousness quickly.

‎Does he hold on? Doing well?

‎Something was wrong ‎with his legs.

‎They stuck out of the wall.

‎Maybe because he has liver problems. ‎Can't sit long, as his back hurts.

‎Man, the legs were walking ‎on the wall on their own.

‎Delirium. I had it once.

‎Has the postman come back? ‎Did you feel bad out there?

‎Come back? ‎It's my first time.

‎Have I been here before?

‎Twice, as far as I know.

‎Can't you remember?

‎Before they release someone, ‎they make him drink nasty stuff

‎to forget everything.

‎So, how many times ‎did we make that film?

‎Once, but not the last.

‎An interesting topic. ‎You'll want to come back here.

‎No way!

‎Everyone says so and ‎comes back anyway.

‎Nobody has a gift ‎for the acolyte?

‎I've got something in my pocket.

‎Help me, young man, will you?

‎Here.

‎Give it to the acolyte ‎for his birthday.

‎Thanks.

‎Oh, it's so nice.

‎Put it into my surplice pocket.

‎Where are you going? ‎Give it to me!

‎You, you... son of the Devil!

‎There're lots of people in the city, ‎we won't stand out.

‎Better for children. Schools, ‎museums, language classes...

‎We've got the German and the interpreter, ‎if only they wanted to learn!

‎Bozena is right. In Warsaw ‎there're more opportunities.

‎- Better dental care. ‎- Don't interfere, father.

‎- What? ‎- Who's my dad?

‎The one who's standing before you.

‎True father. The acolyte said ‎that I'm the Devil's son.

‎- Don't believe just anybody. ‎- Sit and start working,

‎don't talk rubbish.

‎Or the bunnies won't be ready ‎for tomorrow.

‎Can you help? ‎Everyone comes in handy...

‎The barn, we are in the ‎ba...

‎no... in the basement, oh f...

‎Damn it!

‎It's like in a labour camp.

‎- Maybe they'll feed us better. ‎- Don't think so. Why should they?

‎So I'm not working!

‎How about digging a channel-tunnel?

‎- A pipe? ‎- What pipe?

‎- What pipe? ‎- I'm asking - what pipe?

‎- Iron. ‎- An iron pipe?

‎Iron?

‎Ms Agata, why don't you translate?

‎- What kind of pipe is this? ‎- Iron.

‎Iron.

‎Polish-German understanding. ‎For many centuries.

‎Praised be Jesus Christ.

‎Is something wrong?

‎Wrong? I hate you.

‎On hard planks, all alone.

‎Why didn't you say so? ‎I'd have put some hay.

‎My feet are cold.

‎I'll get a cold, then the baby ‎and it'll be my fault.

‎Oh, that's much better.

‎Barber, barber, shave a pig ‎How many hairs will make a wig?

‎That's enough.

‎Doesn't he have a family? ‎It's 2 a.m.

‎We have to keep them two, ‎three days the most.

‎Nobody will care. ‎Or we'll have problems.

‎Is it my fault ‎that the baby got addicted?

‎There was one policeman recently. ‎On disappearances.

‎And also showed pictures.

‎And now he's disappeared.

‎- Why don't you speak? ‎- It's late. We'd like to go to bed.

‎What are they doing here? ‎It's almost 2 a.m.

‎They are curious what's ‎going on in the great world.

‎Nothing.

‎Trouble.

‎- People are disappearing. ‎- They always do.

‎Miss and turn up instantly.

‎The social welfare worker's ‎been missing for three weeks.

‎The priest - for two...

‎- People say bad things... ‎- About a lover?

‎A lover? Family, three kids. ‎People talk...

‎No, not in this case. ‎He's a decent priest.

‎And the acolyte is missing too.

‎So... it makes you think.

‎Will every disappearance ‎be assigned to your precinct now?

‎I don't like it either. ‎We're working a lot.

‎You see, it's 2 a.m. ‎and I'm not sleeping.

‎Is he yours?

‎Why? No resemblance?

‎Well... a little, from the side.

‎So you've seen no one.

‎But when we do, we'll report it.

‎Thanks for tea.

‎Stay here.

‎What happened? ‎You scared us.

‎I hit my finger.

‎It's swollen.

‎How hairy.

‎Now children get ‎adolescent quickly.

‎I know. Chemistry.

‎So... I'll be going.

‎Sweet Jesus! Four legs.

‎- What's this? ‎- They are praying.

‎They've buried someone.

‎Dead?

‎... needed to free the body ‎and the soul.

‎- Let's pray... ‎- St Peter, hear us!

‎We're praying to you St Peter, ‎give us the power!

‎Clever!

‎St Peter! Hallelujah!

‎It's 3.40 a.m.

‎Damn! ‎This work is killing me.

‎No! Too much noise. ‎Go to Krzysiek. My boss.

‎- Let he bring help. ‎- O.K. I'll bring reinforcements.

‎Which one is more alike to you?

‎That one.

‎So who's my dad?

‎The one who feeds you!

‎Don't worry. Your father ‎doesn't look like me either.

‎How do you know ‎that he's your son?

‎You can never be sure. ‎But you can see it.

‎- How? ‎- Not in this shag.

‎In the way he looks into your eyes. ‎How he holds your hand.

‎Can it be felt?

‎When you were ill, he was sitting ‎by your bed all week.

‎The acolyte has escaped.

‎How?

‎Maybe the stocks were loose.

‎Are you my dad or not?

‎Have you any doubts? We're alike.

‎We aren't. Everybody says ‎I don't look like you.

‎- Remember what I taught you? ‎- What?

‎Ah, that.

‎You have thrust them till it hurts.

‎So you see. ‎We are the same blood.

‎Do you think another dad ‎could do this?

‎Well... no. Probably not.

‎So don't bother. ‎I'll teach you something else soon.

‎Look. He's running.

‎People! Help!

‎Save the priest!

‎Save the priest...

‎Where have you come from? ‎I've been running away!

‎It's gonna be all right.

‎That's all for now. ‎End of orders.

‎Did we do something wrong?

‎Well... crisis. I have to be flexible.

‎I've got new activity.

‎Pity. We've been doing ‎so well recently.

‎I'll always remember you well. ‎Always reliable.

‎Roman also was like you.

‎So? Are we moving to the city?

‎Maybe... I don't know.

‎You don't know?

‎Someone has to make ‎the first move in this family.

‎Krystyna...

‎He almost killed me, asshole ‎and broke the headlight.

‎Test his blood.

‎It's him who almost killed me! ‎My bike is smashed up.

‎Where have you been, man?

‎- On patrol. ‎- What patrol?

‎- What? ‎- A regular one...

‎A week long?

‎I've already ‎started to make your dummy.

‎- A week? I went out this morning. ‎- This morning, means on what date?

‎On 14th, Ms Krystyna.

‎21st...?

‎Think a moment. Calm down.

‎I was at home... then at the police ‎station... at the postman...

‎Then I can't remember.

‎- But what happened next? ‎- Wait, I begin to recollect.

‎Some words.

‎- He's healthy. Not so old. ‎- How do you know?

‎- They talked to me like that too. ‎- Who?

‎I don't know. There were two of them. ‎One was... blue.

‎- Blue? ‎- Had blue face. Of spirit.

‎And that I was crying.

‎A hundred beers...

‎Think about it, ‎someone's life may depend on it.

‎- Did we plan a binge? ‎- Did we... plan?

‎- What binge? Krystyna? ‎- Now I can remember.

‎Well?

‎I was crying: Help! Help!

‎Help!

‎The patron saint of seamen, ‎gardeners, merchants, pilots,

‎florists, stamp collectors...

‎Go on. Three more.

‎- What're you going to do with us? ‎- Free the acolyte.

‎- Why him, not me? Why not me? ‎- Calm down, you'll be glad.

‎Wojtek, give it to me.

‎Gosh!

‎Wojtek, give it to me!

‎- Now? ‎- Now.

‎- Why so long? ‎- Long?

‎Don't worry. I'll save you.

‎- Open your mouth. ‎- No. I don't drink.

‎Open your mouth. ‎Call grandpa.

‎Oh, this is...

‎Jesus Christ!

‎I can remember everything!

‎Burn them!

‎- The acolyte. ‎- Of the priest.

‎Man!

‎- These are the Makarewiczs. ‎- What?

‎The Makarewiczs!

‎On four.

‎Yes?

‎And?

‎There was a wall. It was!

‎And the priest was lying in the wall.

‎Mr Waldek, don't you remember? ‎You saw it, you were here!

‎There were legs in here. ‎And there - the priest.

‎Have you taken something?

‎Do you know what the penalty ‎for false testimony is?

‎So where's father Marek? ‎He didn't disappear.

‎- Aren't you too old to be an acolyte? ‎- What difference does it make?

‎Go with us to the police station, ‎everything will be explained.

‎But why? It must be ‎a misunderstanding... how come...

‎- I'm very sorry! ‎- Don't touch me!

‎Good bye.

‎Jurek! ‎Don't sleep! Drive!

‎I can't. My shoes are lost.

‎- Where are we going to? ‎- Odlotowo.

‎- Mysterious disappearances. ‎- Ah. Sweet Jesus.

‎Excuse me, who are you?

‎And you?

‎- You sell land? ‎- A pipe.

‎- What pipe? ‎- Iron.

‎- I don't want to translate anymore. ‎- What are you going to do?

‎I'll graduate.

‎- Michal, Kuba's hungry. Let's stop. ‎- Turn right.

‎- But there are guards. ‎- Turn right, father.

‎Let's stay here long...

‎But barriers, roadblock...

‎They'll let the priest pass.

‎Nice house. ‎But what shall we live on?

‎There were some tables here... ‎With stocks...

‎You were lying here.

‎Lying? ‎What do you mean?

‎They should search hotels ‎to find him.

‎What about the priest? ‎Also with a mistress?

‎You can’t be sure of anyone.

‎And then this jerk is threatening me. ‎He wants to send someone from HQ here.

‎I’m so damn fed up with reporting.

‎I’ve always wanted to do drama.

‎We should do it.

‎Looking at you, Father...

‎Rosy cheeks, sleeps well. ‎And a pile of...

‎A pile of...