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Yes! Yeah!

Tiny!

Oh Jesus.

Okay, honey.

Okay.

My girl.

GREAT EXPECTATIONS
BY CHARLES DICKENS

Relax, it's me.

I missed you.

- What's this?
- Dough.

The country pays you.
You don't collect it.

You have no idea
what I had to do to get it for you.

And why?

We have everything we need here.

A letter came to the unit.

Your father is dead.

And we're leaving. We need an operator.

- A quick action, in and out.
- When's the funeral?

Tomorrow afternoon.

So?

No. We're not going back.

Sure.

New phone, same number.

Stay.

CODENAME: DEVIL

In February of 1982... Martial law.

Two friends were driving
a party dignitary to Katowice.

They kept him drunk all night

so he'd give them permission
to set up a foundation.

It didn't work out.

Why would anyone need an orphanage?
So as not to get anything out of it?

The tires screeched, the doors slammed,
we could hear "get the f..."...

..."...farthest away from my car,
secretary, keep walking!".

That was Tadek shouting.

The other one,

the scared one, was me.

Forest, frost, three in the morning.

I was sure that this was the end.

And two days later we received approval
to set up the "Dream" foundation.

That's who... your father was,
because you're Maksymilian, right?

Goodbye, Tadzio.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry to hold you up like this, but...

Maks.

I'm Bernadetta Kloch.

I'm your father's former accountant.

I don't know
how long you're staying, but...

Please come visit me.

And I'm sorry to do it,
you know, like this.

This is where it all started. Come.

We'll take a souvenir.

And you, hide that cell phone.
Get a grip. Go be the lookout.

Okay, I'm done. Chill out.

Look at that, Cliff.
My old man had one like that too.

Kid, where the fuck
were you supposed to be? Huh?

Cliff, watch out.

Let's pretend we didn't see you.

And you can leave.

- That's not how it works.
- Metallica fan?

- What?
- Do they call you Cliff?

So you're either a Cliff Richard fan,
but he sang too plaintively,

or a Cliff Burton fan. A Metallica fan?

And if so, what then?

Do you know
how Cliff Burton, their bassist, died?

Let's say you get what happened to you
and get the fuck out of here, right?

You almost got it.

Are you still here?

So?

Should we have some fun?

Kid, let's get the hell out of here.

- Fuck, you broke my nose!
- Go on!

Tiny, don't kiss the gentleman,
leave him alone. There.

Let go.

Let go.

Let go.

Cliff Burton died in a car accident.
He fell out the window of a tour bus

that crushed him while
he was being taken to a concert.

Forward this message
to the guy who left you.

Look.
That's what the world used to look like.

Hush. There.

That's all there's left.

Calm down, Tiny.

- Mr. Maksymilian Achtelik?
- Yes.

Thanks for your help.

Is the upholstered one more comfortable?

No, you need a warrant
for a search like that.

It's Król from Tarnowskie Góry.

Check Maksymilian Achtelik for me.

Yes. Achtelik.

Spelt with "ch".

- Born in Tarnowskie Góry.
- In Repty.

What the fuck?

What are you...

No criminal record though?

We'll catch up somehow then. Cheers.

Well, someone's got to tell the old man
that we've got a problem.

I mean, a commando. A veteran.

First some woman from
the Central Bureau of Investigation,

and now a commando?

- Where's the old man?
- You mean, the commander.

- Don't get me mad, Paweł.
- I don't know.

He was supposed to go to you,
but we have a detainee.

I know about the detainee...
Do you know who that is?!

Maks Achtelik, son of Tadeusz!
Salt of the earth, as the priest said!

But it was him who beat up young Kantor.

I know, he broke his nose.
And did you ask him where he broke it?

- Let him out right-fucking-now.
- I've already talked to the prosecutor.

You'll have to fix it now, then.
Look for the commander!

Achtelik! You're going out.

And I was about to call the gendarmerie.

Don't call anyone anymore.
You may call Bożenka, make it a date.

Just make sure
your wife doesn't find out again.

My ID.

I didn't expect to find you here.

Go catch some bums pissing
at Freedom Square! Not Achteliks!

There she is, my Tiny! Here, yes!

My girl! The gentlemen wanted to
go out with me, but I won't betray you.

My girl.

Dogs have no sense of time.

If the human is not around,
a whole eternity passes for them.

- You've been gone forever too.
- Twenty-five years.

Isn't that enough?

Welcome.

Did they steal something?

No, I think they wanted the equipment,
my father's computer.

Uncle, how did you know
they'd caught me?

TGWM - Tarnowskie Góry Word of Mouth.
Here you go.

- What about my car?
- What do you mean?

We were stopped on our way out of town.
It's open. I've got some junk there.

Get in.

Paweł, you'll be watching his car now.

- Until morning.
- Great.

Excuse me.

Did you get beaten up?

Like some pussy.

He got beaten up like a pussy.

- Dad, I...
- Why did you go to the pigs?

Have you gone deaf?
I'm asking why you went there!

- It just kind of happened.
- How the fuck did it happen?

You weren't at your mother's funeral.
Now you're here. Good.

- Maks?
- Yes, I'm here. Sorry.

I'm saying
you weren't at your mother's funeral.

I was in Afghanistan.

And you were in Iraq.
We knew all that about you.

Your father was looking for you.

He was looking for you like crazy.

He was proud of you.

Have you two never talked?

No.

No.

- What happened to him?
- Didn't they tell you?

Who was supposed to tell me?

He sat down to breakfast...

...and died.

The doctor said it was his heart.

Easy. We're all friends here.

This is Coldy, my driver.

- A very good driver.
- Thanks. Maks.

The boss mentioned...

Iraq and Afghan, right?

Right... And Musa Qala?

That too.

- See, and they said ours weren't there.
- They said all sorts of things.

I met your old man,
and for me he was such...

He was a fantastic man
and it's a shame it was so early.

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

There.

Excuse me, Kazimierz,
I found what we've lost.

Maks, I don't know if you remember,
once Kazio Górecki, currently our mayor.

I remember you when you were a kid.
You've grown so much.

They'll torture you here,
but it's out of sympathy.

Small town, nothing's happening.

- I heard you gave my boys some trouble.
- The commander.

- We had a nice talk.
- I know that "nice" of yours.

Sorry about the boys,
it's a misunderstanding.

- Things will get clarified if need be.
- We'll come back to this.

- Come on, Tiny.
- Maks!

- Long time no see.
- Staszek...

- Let the boy eat.
- Of course, where are my manners?

It's good to see you, boy.

We will have some peace here.
Maybe someone will come and clean up...

You sat in dad's seat.

Excuse me.

- How can I help you?
- What do you recommend?

- We have special tenderloins...
- Do you have a roulade?

- A roulade?
- A beef roulade with red cabbage.

- And potato dumplings.
- Yes, we have it.

So if you have it... then serve it.

Two. One for the dog.
But no cabbage or dumplings.

- You can take it.
- What?

The photo.

- It only sounded nice at the cemetery.
- What do you mean?

That I'm the only one
left from this "Dream".

There's nothing left of the foundation.

- And this piece of land...
- How so? Nothing left?

You don't know anything.
We are no longer an orphanage.

For years now it's been
a vocational training center.

EU regulations.
The foundation had to be closed.

It's unclear who got sicker
because of it, Tadek or your mom.

After her death, he basically withdrew.

He was just labeling the papers

and telling everyone that
he didn't give a damn about my business.

Now we had a plan
to consolidate the land,

include this part, and once again
transform this shack into...

But it's over.

He's dead.

Enjoy.

Is that...?

Grandpa Bercik's spoon.

- Tadek's father?
- Sure thing!

Man, it's like...
It's like you never left here.

Eat in peace. I'm going to the guests.

We'll be having company.

I saw you.

- So you don't need glasses yet?
- Rude.

Doggie!

Hi! You're so sociable!

- Is she like that with everyone?
- No.

I'm sorry. I knew your father.

So you're in a better situation than me.

- Another great of this earth.
- Romualdo?

Romualdo, for the love of God!

Dworski, you bastard, are you hiding
a child beater from the police?

You're scaring the mourners.
Since you came, have a drink.

Reminisce about Tadeusz,
and if not, go home.

You beat up my kid.

You stole the Dolomites.
What the fuck do you want?

All problems can be solved.
Breathe deeply.

I apologize
for my friend's expressis verbis.

It won't happen again. Right?

And you may have gotten away
from the police, but not from me.

You fratricidal fuck.

You'll drive me back. Let's go.

Tiny!

- So you don't remember me.
- No.

How old could I be, eight?
My sister went to school with you.

She and all her friends
were in love with you.

Kurt Cobain from Tarnowskie Góry.

- So, will you visit my mother?
- Since I'm here.

I'll tell her
you'll be there in the morning.

- The address is on the business card.
- It is.

Thanks.

Shall I walk you back?

No. It's just a short distance, soldier.
Take it easy.

Don't look.

Don't say anything.
Don't embarrass me. Come on. Let's go.

We have company. Stay.

- Stay.
- The boss wants to talk to you.

Are you fucking deaf?
Do I have to explain it to you manually?

Okay, go explain it to him.

Attack!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Fuck!

Let me go!

Fuck!

- Let him go!
- Get off!

Your friend has broken his leg,
so take him to the hospital.

And tell your boss, I presume
Mr. Kantor, that I'll visit him.

And tell him not to send more people,
because he'll run out of staff.

- Got it?!
- Yes!

Come on, Tiny. Come on, let's go home.

Oh, sorry.

Stay.

How was it?

Stiff, as expected of a funeral.

- Shut up, I'm talking.
- Howdy, Little Devil!

It's going well, but you know,
if there are no clear guidelines,

- I can't polish a turd, right?
- Bear, you need to go back to school.

Hey, you!
Swan said you were coming with us.

- You're going too far.
- Fucking awesome, just like old times.

- Are you coming back?
- No.

We depart in four days.

We're not going.

Check out Janusz Dworski
and Romuald Kantor for me.

How was it...

Like that.

I'm gonna kip for a moment.

Keep an eye out, darling.

What's up, Tiny?

Glock helps those who help themselves.

Kajka told me that you met at Dworski's.

- Yes.
- I'm sure you'd hear about it anyway,

but it's better to find out about it
from the accountant

and not some letter from the tax office.

When your father died,
he got a huge fortune.

- What fortune?
- Four million.

Four million
for land from the foundation.

- And who did he sell it to?
- To Dworski!

You haven't been here for a long time,
so you don't know that

Dworski transformed the foundation
into a vocational training center.

He mentioned something at the wake.

- The money came after my dad's death?
- Something like that.

Siemek, his notary,
has all the documents.

Were you friends with my mother?

Marysia.

She fell in front of me, you know.

We were going to the market,
and she... suddenly...

...passed.

Kaja's here.

Hi Mom, I bought some bread.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Knowing you, you already gave
Maks and the dog an earful.

- No.
- No, Mr. Maks and I were...

- ...talking about Marysia.
- Maybe I'll take them for a walk then.

Thanks for being there for my mom.

- I'm sorry about yesterday.
- But for what?

Well, I didn't drink much.

- But I was acting like a wasted brat.
- It happens.

What was it about?

Kantor lost a tender for the Dolomites
to Dworski.

- Is that this post-mining sinkhole?
- Yes.

- He thinks Dworski stole it from him.
- And did he?

There's no way.

Who is this Kantor anyway?

Well, your bandmate,
the bass player, Buba, can tell you.

- Buba? Is he still alive?
- He owns a disco in the square.

What does Buba
have to do with Kantor anyway?

I'll tell you, but slowly.
Dinner? In the evening.

Dinner is usually eaten in the evening.

Wait.

I'm here.

Dworski is clean, we're still checking.

But Kantor...

Go ahead!

Devil! What are you doing? Instead of
maps, we're taking care of your...

Damn, Bear.

Kantor is, in short, a thug.

Drugs?

Better. The Union.
Conning on land, grants,

fictitious subsidies for CO2 emissions.

The CBI got to him.

And here's where it gets interesting,
There was a girl investigating him.

Did he off her?

Nope. The gal necked herself.

There's a plot twist,

because Kantor was the CBI's favorite
and he's stopped being one.

Will you do one more thing for me?
Check out my father.

- Howdy!
- Hello.

- Beautiful doggy.
- Yeah.

- Water?
- Great idea, thanks.

Who do my beautiful eyes see?
Maks, my dear brother!

- Buba, you mad bull!
- Long time!

Always!

This is how we used to play!

- Oh man.
- How are you?

Normal.

Crap, quite a joint you have here.

- Things went poorly with your old man.
- Terminally.

I heard you didn't like each other.

Me and Mr. Tadeusz?
We'd always been on good terms.

Yeah? So you always break into
the pads of people you like?

Fucking thief.

- Get the fuck out.
- Attack!

Fuck, come on!

- Leave him!
- Get back!

Stop kissing my Bitch,
or I'll be jealous!

Fucking take it away!

Haven't had enough?
Want more? Or is that it?

Take it away!
Take that fucking dog away!

- Tiny!
- Maks!

Tiny!

At once! Tiny!

- The dick surprised me...
- Yeah...

Maks!

Maks, I'll explain to you how it was.

Come on then.
I always got along well with your dad.

- Fuck, it was just a job.
- Who ordered it? Kantor?

He had some stuff there,
so I sent the guys after the funeral.

Buba... Come on. I have a proposition.

You call Kantor and say
we'll be at his place in 15 minutes.

- What a smartass.
- What's so funny?

Because that's not how it fucking works.

My best friend glock says
this is how it all works. Wanna hear?

- Maks!
- Call him.

I'm calling now. Calm down.

Leave us alone, guys.

- I have to apologize to you.
- Since when are we on first name terms?

- I'm shortening the distance.
- You also shortened it yesterday.

Personnel strength: minus four.

Yesterday I got angry,
but today I apologize.

What did your metal eagle
want from my pad?

Maks, your father
wanted to meet me before he died.

- He said he had some files.
- What files?

Recordings relating to Dworski.

He said no more. He died the next day.

I sent people,
but at first the police were there.

Then I thought
the funeral would be the perfect time,

but I didn't know you would be there.

How did you
get rid of the woman from the CBI?

- She hanged herself in the forest.
- I don't know anything about it.

What do you want?

Finish what your father started.

I want the Dolomites back.
What's rightfully mine.

I'll think about it.

Bitch! Let's go! Come on, honey.

Couldn't you get a bigger one?

Oh my.

Is that it?

This is what
Uncle supposedly stole from Kantor?

Your new friend is writing.

Dinner at Wojtacha's. Wait.

WHERE CAN I READ ABOUT
THE DOLOMITES AND KANTOR?

WRITTEN BY ZIEMIANEK:
GARBAGE DUMP IN TARNOWSKIE GÓRY.

"Kantor is buying up land
in Tarnowskie Góry."

"He wants to turn the city
into a huge garbage dump."

Authored by Ziemianek.
And Ziemianek is a resident of The Park.

Tiny! We're going to The Park. Come!

Hey, guys.

- Is Ziemianek here?
- Why?

- Does he owe you money?
- No, I have some for him.

Ziemianek, you got a paycheck.
It's your 13th-month pay.

Maybe you'll finally pay off the debt?

- And how much is it?
- A hundred at least.

I'll pay off my debts myself.
What do you want?

Sit.

A hundred for me.
Your debt is paid off.

Does she bite?

- If you piss her off.
- What pisses her off?

When you don't answer questions.

So? Have you written about Kantor?

- Yeah.
- But you don't anymore.

- Who the fuck are you, the police?
- I'm a friend.

- I don't have any friends here.
- You've got a new one then.

- Are you from here?
- From everywhere.

Because if you're not from here,
you won't understand.

I'm from Repty. Shall we check?

You wrote about garbage. I read it.
So Kantor has a beef with Dworski.

It's about what I didn't write.
But I don't know you.

Listen. I'm your friend.

But that hungry Bitch not necessarily.
Take my word for it.

Okay, fuck this.

Give me a beer.

I got a leak

that an expressway
is being considered nearby the city.

Everyone knows there has to be a bypass,
but that doesn't matter.

Kantor found out.

I wrote he was speculating in land,
that he would buy it all for a highway.

- And I got punched in the mug.
- So this garbage dump is a scam?

A scam. But the area around the bypass
and the Dolomites are worth a fortune.

And Dworski
wants to create a nature reserve there.

- That's ours.
- What's that?

- Surprise dinner. For the doggy, too.
- Thanks.

Do you always decide for everyone?

Only for unsocialized troglodytes.

So what's your story?

In a nutshell?

There was supposed to be a great love,
career in the capital.

And it ended with bruises,
returning to my mother...

And since I'm a social activist,

I got into the city council,
and that's it. End of story.

Why does Dworski need a reserve?

- How tactful.
- What did I do?

Dude, if someone tells you
about themselves,

you should at least pretend
to be interested.

I may not look it.

But I listen.
I look and see.

- And I learn in my own way.
- Do you?

So what do you know about me?

Your father left you.

Your mother's been drinking ever since.

Your husband drinks too.
And when he beat you,

you went back to your mother
under the pretext of taking care of her.

Dworski fired Bernadetta
as she probably messed something up.

And you are a go-getter, intelligent,
witty, and... beautiful.

But every morning you wake up
and ask yourself where the fuck

you're going to get the energy
to endure and handle all of this.

Two misses.

What did I guess wrong?

My mother left Dworski
right after your mother died

and started drinking
before my father left.

See? I'm not ignoring you at all.

- I see, but it's a small town.
- Tell me about it!

It's here.

And why did you stay?

I wanted to show the city
to the divine Bitch.

- That's a good one.
- I'm trying. Hey, Tiny!

- Oh, I live here!
- Hey, Tiny!

She's clearing the area.

- Coffee?
- Sure.

GREAT EXPECTATIONS

- I like this view.
- I didn't think I'd ever see it again.

Sugar?

- Take it off.
- It's alright.

I'll wash it.

Your Tiny is very tactful.

That's her usual trick. What can you do?

- Did you want to kill your owner?
- If she wanted to, she would have.

- Others tried too.
- Signatures?

Some of them.

What's that?

Oh, this?

- A good friend of mine.
- Okay.

And this is my blood type,
and this is the company's number.

I have one too.

A keepsake.

More of a warning.

Yeah.

I'll be right back.

You're marked like
an animal in a slaughterhouse.

Sometimes it makes things a lot easier.

Your doggy even guards your stuff.

I'm here.

Hello.

- Bear, did you see it?
- Yeah. Someone's here.

Sorry.

Got anything?

As for your father, nothing. All clean.

They're flashing the lights
to get you to come out, I guess.

Okay, I'll call you back.

Why didn't you ever come back here?

- General.
- Colonel.

What is the name of your company?

But you know it.

Such a nice name.

My brother drowned.

I mean... he wasn't my brother.
He was adopted.

Do you like our contracts?

- I don't understand.
- I don't understand something either.

You're about to fly out with your boys,

and you're digging into topics
that your assignment doesn't concern.

What topics?

I was rescuing him and he panicked.

He flailed his arms so much
that people thought I was drowning him.

I like you.

We worked well together in the army,
we work well outside of it.

- Leave Tarnowskie Góry alone.
- Because?

Because it may turn out to be
the swan song of your consulting agency.

I have to go.

Mom wrote that Siemek has some papers
to drop off for you.

We can go get them together.

Okay.

Would you pick me up?

- Sure.
- I'll come in the evening.

May I?

You may.

Tiny!

Classic.

Here.

Here. Come.

Hello, kid.

You'd get along great.

In our unit they said
that my job requires patience.

Would you have thought?

You lie there for a day...

Two...

Three...

Until the target comes.
Me and patience, huh?

Tell me how it happens.

You save a kid,

you get your ass kicked.

You save civilians,

they demote you.

I was supposed to come earlier, but...

That's how it turned out.

Interesting...

Here it is.

Tiny!

We are forecasting frosty weather
in Tarnowskie Góry this evening.

The temperature will drop to
around minus seven degrees Celsius,

which will make
us feel pleasantly cool.

The sky will be cloudy,

and there may be fog in the air,
which will limit visibility.

We recommend warm clothing,
especially if you are planning

to go for walks outdoors. Be careful.

- Hello, how are you?
- Cold.

The Paul Street Boys.

- You know those who are coming, right?
- No, they are on recommendation.

Depends on who recommended them.
Please be so kind as to find out.

- Fine.
- I don't like surprises.

- Behind the trees!
- What are you doing? Let's beat it!

Quick! There!

- Search the house.
- Stay.

Go from the left.

Dog...

Dog...

Dog...

Nothing serious happened. Wait.

It's okay. I know, it stings.
Come on. Give me.

Give me, wait.

Shit.

I'm here.

Ziemianek drowned. They found his body.

What?

Come get me.

Okay.

- Did you talk to him?
- At The Park. I gave him 200 for beer.

- What happened?
- He drowned.

In a stream. On his way home.

- How many people have drowned there?
- Nobody else.

So it probably wasn't bad luck.

I'll fix that door someday. I swear.
Come on, Tiny.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi.

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Excuse me.

How did it happen?

- They killed the accountant.
- I know, but who...

- Who was shooting? Were you here?
- We were.

- What is she saying?
- Nothing.

- Do you know Stefan Bobkowski aka Buba?
- Sort of.

- Meaning?
- He's a friend from high school.

A police patrol outside Bytom

tried to stop a fleeing black Audi
that fits your description.

It had a shot-out window.
There was a shootout.

The driver and three passengers
died on the spot.

Buba had a note in his pocket with
"Achtelik" on it. What happened?

They went to school with Buba.
Buba is a bandit, but he's harmless.

He was.

- He was.
- Janusz. I mean... Mr. Janusz...

Harmless people
don't shoot on the street.

We have to
take your gun away for ballistics.

How can you take it from him?
They were here; maybe they shot at him.

Maks, you... move to my place.

- Janusz, such are the procedures. Król!
- What procedures...

Wojtek!

Give it to me.

Let's go upstairs.

What's this about?

What's this about?

I've got sleeping pills downstairs,
they prescribed...

Who are you?

Who are these people you're talking to?
Why did you come here?

Why are you asking
and snooping?

Who are you? Who are you?!
Tell me the truth!

- Tell me!
- Hush.

Hush...

I know everything...

I know everything.

Sorry.

You need to sleep.

You need to sleep.

You need to sleep.

- Fly. Call the old man.
- Don't move.

Call the old man or I'll fuck you up.

Most often, gunshots deaths are caused

by handling the weapon too nervously.

- No! Cliff, no.
- Have you called Buba?

I have. He's not picking up.

But the guy he was supposed to be with
said Buba wasn't there, and...

he won't be back.

- What did you bring us?
- Death.

You're already dead.

They fucked up your Bubba,
nobody told you. You're next.

What? The highway.

I bribed people to get the plans.
That's why the CBI came here.

- So you lied.
- So what if I lied?

But I didn't lie about your father
having shit on Dworski.

And why would he destroy Dworski?

I don't know.

So he bought land for a reserve,
he fucked up the highway.

What are the Russkis doing there?

Fuck, I just wanted to make money,
don't you get it?

- What shall we do? Gather the crew?
- Don't gather anybody.

Pack up and get the hell out of town.
And you can revive this one with water.

A question.

What does a policeman take with him
when he documents a crime?

Dude... they'll take my company away.

They won't take anything.

They may cancel the orders,
but others will come.

Dutch or Czech.
After all, we're in the EU, right?

They won't give me permission.

Okay. I found the list of things
that our strung-up lady had with her.

When she went to the operation,
she had a mini camera numbered S50.

And they found
a mini camera numbered S51 on her body.

Bingo!

So they swapped the numbered equipment.

And my father wanted to pass on data
that would incriminate Dworski.

Exactly.

8TH CHEMICAL REGIMENT.
MILITARY AREA. NO ENTRY.

Got it.

Yeah...

In 2016

in Warsaw, a girl's body was found
in an apartment locked from the inside.

The pathologist's initial opinion
was that she died in her sleep.

Respiratory and circulatory failure.

She was 26.

She was athletic.
She had a great life, a great job,

a great career, a great diet.

Girls like that
don't just die in their sleep.

The death certificate
listed her as death by natural causes.

The case would've probably been
dismissed, if not for one small detail.

The police couldn't find
any fingerprints in the whole apartment.

So the dogs started sniffing around.

It turned out that this great girl's
great lover hired someone just like me

to poison her.

They used VX,
a poison gas, a phosphonate.

It's the consistency of oil, and...

kills as soon as it touches the skin.
And it's undetectable during autopsy.

The soldier made one mistake.

He cleaned the entire apartment
once the job was done.

So...

my highly respected father,
attorney Tadeusz Achtelik

never washed up after himself.

It was his sacred right.

Whoever killed
my dad and your mom framed Buba,

and Ziemianek
was collateral damage. A coincidence.

They'll come for us.

They will.

But they will come
mainly for what my father had,

which directly threatens Dworski.
We have to find it.

- And what are we looking for?
- I don't know.

A memory card, a drive.
Whatever carries police camera footage.

Is there a room they haven't been in?

My parents' bedroom.

Upstairs!

Find it, Tiny. Find it!

Impossible.

Hey! Hey!

She knew from the start.
I'm the stupid one. She's brilliant.

It's here!

It wasn't about the highway,
or any tender, or the expressway,

it was about nothing ever
fucking being built here.

He made himself
a fucking Epstein island.

Damn, I thought something happened.

We found the recordings.

There's our Parzewski,
there's the head of the CBI...

raping young girls.

Holy shit. Dude, and you could've gone
on a simple mission.

But why hasn't Dworski ever been caught?

Who is that?

- A friend. You can talk.
- A friend.

Okay, listen.
Dworski has a guardian angel.

Since the seventies, the
services have been protecting him.

I reviewed the former
Military Information Services files.

- And my father? The foundation?
- I don't know, but don't delve into it.

Take the drive and fuck off.
I left you a hideout on the Czech side.

DEVIL

They're here.

Get in the tub and wait.

Tiny!

Fuck! Take it away!

Take it the fuck away!

Take it away!

Fuck, what a dickwad!

Let's go.

The guys from the press agency
sent a dispatch.

Millionaire Kantor, his son,

and his security are dead.
They've issued your arrest warrant.

How much time do I have?

I mooched two hours for you.

I spoke to Honz.
They're waiting—you know where.

I do.

Give me a sign when you get there.

Thanks.

- Paulina?
- Yeah?

Do you think that...

Fuck it, Maks.

We have to split up.

They're looking for my car.

Wait a moment.

Kaja!

- You wanted to ask her if...
- If she'll get the order to kill me.

I mean if the executioner
will be from the same unit,

with the same skills
and tactical methods.

- That's sick.
- No.

Normal procedures.

Here's the address.

Definitely put in Swan's phone number
into your phone.

Don't worry about anything on site.
Remember. Memory card.

- I have it.
- It's priceless.

Watch over it like a hawk.

One more thing.

Take her with you. Just in case.

On behalf of the Armed Forces
of the Republic of Poland

I thank you for your service, soldier.

And from me, Tiny...

Thank you for the most beautiful part
of my shitty life, do you hear?

When you get to Honz, don't worry
about a thing. About money, nothing.

Tiny will watch over you.

And hold onto the memory card.

Carry the gas with you, just in case.

Will you come?

Sure.

There, there.

Drive safe.

- Have a smooth journey.
- "Have a smooth journey."

SWAN

I fucking knew it.

The girl called.
You moron, you'll never learn anything.

I've gathered a crew. For you.
You've got 80 minutes.

- Don't get killed.
- Devil, keep your phone on your ass.

We're tracking you.
You have to fucking hang on.

Stop! Stop!

Shoot!

Come on!

He's running to the left!

Maybe it would've been better to leave?

You killed my father!

Not me. Coldy.

He even took a picture of him.
Your father is smiling in it.

Did he know?

Your mother realised first.
No. It was a stroke.

You killed a friend.

I removed a disloyal partner.

The policewoman?

Little monkey. She spotted my guests.

The accountant?

You were there.

Kantor?

Kantor? It was you.
They say you cut his throat.

You missed, sniper. Join us.
This can all still be undone.

These girls for higher-ups
were a business idea from the beginning.

In the past, you had to overpay.
Now, she waits at the border herself.

You just need somewhere
to keep them away from prying eyes,

and now I do.
The Dolomites, fucking underground.

A mine; you can stuff it with meat.

Hey, Maks? Are you there?

I'm here. I'm here, you sick fuck.

And if something drops dead,
it's already underground. Just kidding.

- You're shooting an unarmed man.
- One name.

- Parzewski.
- A very good name.

Give me the recordings;
you'll live longer.

- I don't fucking believe you.
- Why?

It was I who was looking for you,
not your father.

I found you, Maks, not him.

I could've burned down your house
along with those recordings,

but I brought you to the funeral.

I thought that
together we'd figure out how

the little monkey from the CBI
got together with Tadek.

I'll never find out now.

Don't shoot, you don't have to anymore.

COLDY IS CALLING

Boss, butcher shop confirmed.
They'll be here in two hours.

I'm coming for you.

I'm coming.

There, it's alright.
Hush, hush. I'm a friend.

Everything's okay.
It's alright. There, there...

Help...

- Help us, please...
- Are you here to help us?

Free the rest. Run away.

- Take care of yourselves.
- Yes!

Do as he said! One by one!

Why did he come back?

Because he'd rather get himself killed
than endanger you and the Bitch.

Holy shit. I lost contact with him.

The foundation, the Dolomites.

He probably went through the mine.
There's no signal there. Fuck.

Fuck, the foundation.

Do you want to go back to your master?

Exactly. Me too.

Hands off!

- Come on, whore, get out of here.
- Don't be shy.

Don't touch me!

Get on your knees
and don't talk back, you slut.

Don't touch me!

I said: don't touch me!

- Leave them!
- You whore!

Motherfuckers.

- Dima, what happened to this girl?
- She's a corpse, died on the way.

Throw her in the lake.

Where are you taking us?

Wait!

The Little Devil doesn't want to enjoy
his retirement after all.

So you crawled
out of the underground after all?

You did it! Congratulations!

- What am I supposed to do with you now?
- Worry about yourself!

Dworski asked before he died
who gave the recordings to my father.

Think about who was with you, mercenary!

You won't make me lose my cool!

You can't piss me off like that.

And you see...

This is how
your adventure ends, my friend.

They said you were the Devil.

And you are the fucking son of Tadeusz.

Just an ordinary cunt. Like your father.

One Maksymilian, but so many problems.

Go!

Get the fuck out of here!

- Come on, Tiny.
- Find Maks.

- Get to the gate!
- They came through the gate!

Behind the gate!

Shoot!

Behind the tree!

Dog!

Shoot that fucking dog!

- Be careful!
- Shoot!

Shoot!

Behind the car!

One wounded!

One wounded!

- What about the dog?
- Catch it, but don't kill.

- Fuck off!
- Kill him!

Fuck off!

You beast!

Hide.

Peek-a-boo.

While you're here, Rumcajs, come down,
why the fuck are you sneaking around?

You'll kill a defenseless girl?
Like her mother?

Yeah. I like that they'll be together.
Drop the piece and stop showing off.

Is that what the army trained you for?
To kill women, old men...

And you? I've read your files.
You truly went nuts in Afghanistan.

And now what?
You'll be a captain your whole life?

Fuck, just look... You get this much
for saving those people.

- They won't even give you a damn grave.
- Fuck my grave.

- Why did you argue at the stable?
- Look. He was peeking.

He wanted to cancel the transfer.
That it would be safer once you left.

- I still don’t know why he brought you.
- Now you'll never know.

I would've taken over all of it anyway.

Don't move.
You too. I'll try to be gentle.

Coldy! I'm thinking

that it's better to be a forever captain
than an limp dick working for perverts.

You, how about once in your life
you face a guy? Huh? Once.

Throw your magazine to me.

So what do you think? Honorably?
If you know what honor is.

We wish you good night then.

Now come on, you whore,
let's go swimming.

We'll play a game from your childhood.

I'll be you, and you'll be Maciek.

And you'll be drowning,
and I'll be saving you.

We're like brothers, Maks!
Like brothers!

Maks!

Come on!

Gun!

- Medic!
- Come on!

Come on, hold on! You can do it!

Hold on!

You'll make it!

IN THE USA,
THERE ARE 18 MILLION VETERANS.

6% OF THEM ENDURE
EXTREME POVERTY AND HOMELESSNESS

(10% OF THAT NUMBER ARE WOMEN).

12% OF VETERANS ARE UNINSURED.

62% OF VETERANS
HAVE BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH PTSD OR TBI.

ACCORDING TO RESEARCH
BY AMERICA'S WARRIOR PARTNERSHIP [AWP],

24 VETERANS COMMIT SUICIDE EVERY DAY.

IN POLAND, THE GOVERNMENT
HAS NEVER CONDUCTED RESEARCH

ON THE SITUATION OF VETERANS.

POLISH VETERANS ARE LEFT ON THEIR OWN.