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

My condolences.

Seriously?

Here? Do you have no mercy? Or is this how they train you?

Mr. Maciek was our client. I'm very sorry about his death.

Go away.

Especially since I'm afraid that he may have been killed.

Let's go.

Mrs. Hania, call me when you have time.

Let me know when you're done.

Excuse me!

Something's missing here.

Nothing's missing.

I'll prove that it is. Come take a look.

The property of the Polish People's Army

is transferred to the Communications Equipment Factory in 1989,

then to the Military Property Agency in 1996,

and purchased through a tender process by Wladyslaw Dzwonkowski in 2002.

A few months ago, by terms of the will of Jan Mróz,

it is passed to a minor, Maja Mróz.

And my question is:

why is there no information here

on how the property was transferred from Dzwonkowski to Mróz.

Was there anyone in between?

Ma'am, the documents from 2002 to 2024 are missing.

I don't know how it happened.

CAMPSITE

THE MRÓZ FAMILY'S LAND 50 ACRES

R.I.P. CAPTAIN JAN MRÓZ "JOHNNY"

THE HERITAGE

FOUR YEARS EARLIER

Is Maciek coming?

R.I.P. MARIA MRÓZ 1950–1996

I guess so.

But he could come visit more often than once a year.

Has he reached out?

He wrote to me a while ago. Drunk, I think.

Because he wrote that he missed me.

And wanted me to tell you that you're an old coot.

I'm staying in Bydgoszcz. I mean, we are.

So it's serious?

-No... -Yep.

My, congratulations.

Does Dad know?

-No. -So the worst is yet to come.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Sunflowers? -Hi. What about them?

Mom hates them.

-She liked them a lot, actually. -They caught my eye.

Good to see you, children.

Hi, Dad.

Son...

You look great.

I didn't know you visit Mom on All Saints' Day.

You visit her.

That's why I'm here.

Come on, I want to talk to all of you.

And the hat.

Thanks.

I've heard you're doing great.

Pawel showed me some photos.

I have a beautiful granddaughter.

She's not your granddaughter.

I need to be in Warsaw today. So if you have something to say, say it.

We'll eat first.

You think that's what this is about?

When I told him we were leaving, he made a scene.

"Hania, why the fuck would you go to Scotland?"

I shrugged it off, that's why he's probably holding an intervention.

What? You're moving to Scotland?

Wojtek got a good position at a research center there.

Whales within reach.

And what will you be doing there?

I'm going back to university.

Maybe I'll finally learn something about fish.

What about the boats?

The boat, Maciek. One boat.

I can barely afford the lease for it. This business sucks.

Why do I have no clue about this?

Because you don't pick up? Or call back? And you don't care?

There are no photos of Mom.

He threw them away after you moved out.

He was sad.

Okay, come on.

And this... is where the counter will go.

I've already ordered it.

Marble, very cool. I saw one in a bar in Brussels.

-Really... -So you're going to bartend there?

You could bartend for me.

No, I'm not going to bartend.

I'll be the boss, Dad. Co-owner, with Kasia.

Knowing you, you made a deal that lets her screw you over

and leave you empty-handed.

No one will screw me over, Dad.

Because we trust each other.

She was going to come here with me,

but she stayed because there's so much work.

Why would she come?

Because I wanted you to get to know her better?

I already know her.

She worked at the Kormoran for three years.

She was born here, 164 ft from here.

Dad.

What Pawel means is that he proposed to her and is getting married.

"I'm happy for you, Son."

That's what a normal parent would say.

Just saying.

Your previous wife took all your money

and left with a new guy she preferred over you.

You don't learn from your mistakes.

Okay, I'm done with this sick environment.

Wait.

I have cancer.

Half of my lungs are invaded.

But it has metastasized even to my ass.

Jesus, Dad. What are you saying?

It's incurable.

But I have some time left, according to the doctor.

Well, if I take care of myself.

If I don't, I have less, right? I don't know.

There are some new... New methods.

We could ask around. Kasia knows some doctors...

-Dad... -There's an oncologist.

-Nothing can be done. -I can call him to...

Pawel! Nothing can be done.

I don't want to, anyway.

We're born and we die. Not a big fucking deal.

Jesus, Dad.

I don't want you to lament.

That's not why I've brought you all here.

Could you sit down?

Sit down.

Fifty acres of land on the peninsula.

The campsite, the Kormoran.

And this house.

-It doesn't matter now, Dad. -It matters the most.

It's worth at least 25 millions in total.

That's a lot of money.

I don't want you brawling over my grave.

The land... must remain in one piece.

Now what?

We'll compete for the best kid title?

I wish

someone would do something valuable with it.

For Hel.

And for the family.

Pass.

Maciek.

Maciek!

Can't you see what he's doing?

He's very ill.

He's a fucking psychopath.

It took me fucking years to pull myself out of this.

No chance I'm getting back in.

Do you have a bit more time? I'll show you something.

Come.

Sadly, our rooms no longer exit. Only yours stayed the same.

Hania and I joked that he made a museum here.

Hall of Memory of Maciek Mróz.

Holy shit.

You know why?

Because he was holding onto the hope that you'd come back one day.

Yeah.

Or he was afraid that I had put anthrax in a drawer.

He loves you a lot. He just can't show it.

It may be a good thing.

Last time he showed me his feelings, I had my nose set in the ER.

He should apologize to you for that.

But it was your fault. You provoked him.

Fuck, Pawel!

I was 15 years old.

I know.

I know that, Maciek.

Why did you leave?

I don't know which of the 753 reasons was the deciding one.

You passed each other on the stairs for over a year.

Without saying a word. Suddenly, you packed up in 15 minutes.

Vanished and never came back.

What happened?

I can cancel the flight.

I mean, I'll send the boys with Wojtek and join them later.

And I can fly back here several times a month.

A flight to Scotland is cheaper than a train to Warsaw.

You never used to smoke.

What?

Maciek started when he was 12.

Pawel, when he turned 18.

And you never did.

Why?

Maybe I didn't want lung cancer?

I'm sorry.

You've always thought for yourself.

You did what you wanted to do.

And now what?

You'll be cooking soup at the end of Europe?

I'm going there to study.

And after that, I'll start a business. I have some ideas.

You already have a business.

I barely break even.

You can't do business in this country.

The army wasn't for you either.

Exactly.

Maybe I should do things that won't impress you for a change.

For example, be a good mother, make soup, take care of my husband.

I'll give you money.

Half a million.

You'll buy a boat, take a loan for another.

Stop it.

You'll have four in two years. You're good at this.

You like this.

Stop messing with my head.

I have a husband whom I love

and who has a chance to fulfill his dreams.

And you have to ruin everything? Just to have it your way?

Maciek will squander all of it.

Pawel will lose it.

You, unlike your brothers, have...

You got balls. I can count on you.

Yes.

I'll tell you everything.

I'll be there soon.

I have to go.

Is Dad in his room?

I'll go see him for a second.

How about some pancakes?

What?

Maciek is about to leave.

Maybe you could talk to him?

He's really hoping you'll apologize.

Here it is.

What?

Before the war, there was a Fisherman's House on our land.

I've always dreamt of rebuilding it

to leave a family legacy that lasts for ages on the peninsula.

But I'm out of time.

Dad...

I spoke with Wiklinski.

He's old, too tired.

His wife is ill, you know?

He was glad to hear you would take over the club.

What club?

FC fucking Barcelona.

Dad...

Our club.

KS Hel.

Dad, it's a regional league. They have no money.

Besides, I don't want to be some provincial sports manager.

-I talked to the mayor, too. -Dad... Dad.

He promised to chip in from the town funds.

You'll find sponsors.

Found an academy.

You have a knack for it.

Maybe the next Lewandowski will come from our peninsula?

Dad, we open a bar in Bydgoszcz in two weeks.

Kasia and I want to buy an apartment.

And who will you be in that city?

Some bartender from the block?

Why are you making fun of me?

Why don't you believe in me?

They call me the King of Hel.

And rightfully so.

I take care of this town. I always have.

And I want you to take care of it after I die.

Me? Why me?

Hania... could steer a tanker on her own,

but she can't talk to people.

She has a short fuse.

And Maciek?

Please!

Maciek fled from Hel like a rat from a sinking ship.

He has no love for this town.

I'd have to talk to Kasia first anyway.

You better not.

Better not? Why?

What do you mean? She's my future wife! If I come back, she comes with me.

You shouldn't marry her.

It's different than it was with Beata. I was just a clueless kid back then.

Maybe we didn't know each other well at the Kormoran,

but now I'm sure she's the one.

I slept with her.

A few times maybe. When she was working for us.

It was long ago.

How could I have known you'd want to marry her?

He should keep grade books for us like he used to, remember?

When we were sailing? For points?

Little Pawel is in the lead, but our Hania is not giving up.

She cleaned the house, bought cigarettes,

and Dad will give her five fucking points.

But little Maciek is going to get the best score in sailing.

Because you sail like tourists.

No, you're just his favorite.

You always have been.

You argued with him twice as much as we did,

but you still had more points in his notebook, right?

I'm out of this contest.

He's pushing me to stay in Poland.

And go back to fishing.

No, Hania.

He wants to make sure he can control your life.

I know.

That's a lot of money, it can change your entire life.

But I like my life.

Why did you leave?

I'd had enough.

And? What did he want from you?

He wants me to come back to Hel.

Right.

He wants me to stay, you know?

And me? To catch a whale or what?

That inheritance is ours anyway. Who else could he leave it to?

If he gets pissed off, he can give it all to charity even now.

Any will can be challenged.

Can't you see he's playing you? Like the Sims.

Maybe you two.

He's also your father, isn't he?

I don't give a fuck.

You never give a fuck. Nothing's changed.

Let the others worry, right?

You only worry whether you'll finally get his approval.

Don't play such a martyr.

-Fuck you! -What? What?

Hey, calm down. You know he'll need help soon.

Remember how it was with Mom?

He can die alone.

You know what? I was better off without you.

Piss off.

Hold this.

SMOKING KILLS, QUIT NOW!

Wait. Wait.

I had my plans, I found schools for the kids, it was all set up.

What can I do? You know him.

R.I.P. NAVY LIEUTENANT WLADYSLAW DZWONKOWSKI

You shouldn't be allowed to come here.

She was my wife.

Right.

That's why, when she was bedridden and dying,

you would go to Puck to fuck some slut?

You were a wonderful husband.

Why did you come?

I always knew you would make it.

You always told me I was nothing when I was a kid.

Maybe it did you some good?

You were ten when your mother died.

You had it harder than them, and yet you've had the most success.

Because I got the farthest away from you.

Why are you like this?

Like what?

Don't you love me?

Couldn't you... just love us?

Did you have to ruin Hania, Pawel and me?

You keep doing it. Just tell me why.

"No man is an island."

You think I can't see it?

What?

You're scared.

You're scared that you will die alone, Dad.

You're doing everything to get us to fight for your approval

because the only way you won't be left alone

is to dangle your will in front of us.

You're unable to love, you can only control.

But not me.

Not anymore.

You've always been a softie.

You needed to be treated carefully.

"Don't say that to baby Maciek, it'll hurt his feelings.

Don't tell him that either,

or he'll go into his shell like a fucking clam."

I wished you dead a thousand times.

Every time I couldn't fall asleep,

I imagined you had an accident, got hit by a car.

Or died in that Baltic Sea of yours!

But now I'm glad, you know?

I'm glad you're alive because you face a long, lonely death.

And I want nothing from you.

I don't want that blood-soaked land.

What are you talking about? Are you high?

Remember Anka from Jurata?

I brought her home once, you kept staring at her ass.

I thought I was going to puke.

Bullshit.

I used to take her to the campsite.

The cabins were empty off-season. We spent a few nights there.

That night, too.

I saw it all.

What did you see?

I saw what you did.

What the hell are you on about?

I won't tell Hania or Pawel, it would destroy their lives.

But if you ever speak to me again or want anything from me...

Everyone will know.

No one will believe you.

All Hel will know, I don't need any evidence.

I only need to

overthrow the king.

PRESENT DAY

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

I wanted to have a drink with Ola.

To Maciek. Talk for a bit.

This isn't the best time.

Maja isn't feeling well and...

I'm helping Ola take care of her. See you tomorrow, okay?

-Who was that? -Some tourist.

You have to sign here. This is a 30-year lease right.

Everything good?

When Maja comes of age, we'll change the contract form.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Can I go?

You won't regret it.

I knew you even slept in your suit.

One moment. Just a second.

Come in.

I don't drink at work.

What makes you think that Maciek was killed?

It turns out that Ms. Ola and Mr. Maciek had a joint account.

Thanks to that, I have access to their expenses.

The Omega Hotel in Puck.

About a month after your brother went missing.

Five weeks after your brother went missing.

Seven weeks after.

Ms. Ola booked a room there 12 times.

It was a double room with one double bed.

With whom?

I'm not sure yet.

But all clues point toward... your brother.

Pawel.

What?

"What?"

I didn't say anything.

But you wanted to.

No, why?

Mrs. Slowik...

My job is to extract information from people

who don't want to provide it.

You came here willingly and want to tell me something.

But you're afraid.

I found this... at the campsite.

Okay, I've got it.

Thank you, Detective.

"Ignacy Niwinski.

Former commando.

After his military service, he worked as a mercenary.

Accused of complicity in murder twice.

But the cases were dropped due to lack of evidence."

This weapon belongs to him.