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I want to welcome you all

to the finale of our annual altar boys competition.

We have two teams competing for the win.

Give it up for the St. Nicholas' parish team!

And St. Joseph's parish team!

Please, take your seats.

Don't touch anything yet.

We want you to start all at once,

so your chances are equal.

Here's the date that will define the competition.

The date is December 12!

-I give you the altar boys! Go! -Chicken!

Our Lady of Guadalupe!

-So? -White chasuble!

Chop-chop!

This is the first of a four-stage battle.

They must pick a vestment associated with the given date.

How's it going?

-Hurry! -The sleeves!

-They're dead even! -Move it, guys!

-Ready? -Not yet...

Done, go!

Now, they have to dress the dummy!

Clap your hands!

Cheer them on!

-Gucci! Go! -Time for stage two!

The contestant must light the thurible.

Push it, man!

This is what I call cold-blooded precision!

You can do it!

Gucci!

Come on!

Emotions are running high!

Tension's growing.

Time to swing the thurible.

Gucci! Do it!

St. Joseph's swinging!

Go!

That's it!

What a sight!

We can't lose!

-Easy, you're ahead. -Go!

-Got it! -Yeah!

Almost there!

St. Joseph's is moving on to the final stage!

Time to pick the Liturgy of the Word

for December 12!

Come on! Filip!

Hurry!

-Here! -Yes!

-You haven't won yet. -Got it!

Good job, guys, but victory isn't yours yet!

Thanks for the signal.

We still have to check your answers.

Take it easy.

We're okay. You're never wrong.

Never!

One of the judges will check your choices.

Emotions are running high...

Both teams got it right!

But St. Joseph's was faster!

We won!

We couldn't lose!

That's how it's done!

What is this?

-How can I tell them that? -Just do.

The judges decided

to award some extra points.

-For... appearance. -What extra points?

Appearance is crucial.

The points go to St. Nicholas'! They are the winners!

Congratulations!

-Unfair! -It's a scam!

Rules are rules!

-Gimme that trophy! -Don't touch him, he's twelve!

Jesus Christ... Boys, stop it!

How can this be? We won this!

Control yourselves, boys!

-The trophy's ours! -Behave yourselves!

You think you're so clever?

That's it!

I gave you everything.

You were supposed to make a good impression.

Clothes weren't in the rules!

How dare you talk back to me?

No one mentioned formal clothes.

The biggest disgrace to our parish in years!

Or ever!

Even our 17th-century invaders behaved better in church than you!

A fight at the archdiocesan competition!

-Which of you nitwits started it? -They did!

Is that what you'll say on Judgment Day?

That they started it? You blockheads!

What will God say?

Or Jesus Christ?

Or our Lady Mary?

When you stand before them

and say you desecrated

the archdiocesan altar boys' competition?

It's not fair!

Only God is fair.

Life is not fair.

Remember that, you beetlebrains.

Tomorrow, you're cleaning the whole church.

Make it shine!

If you serve the retreat well...

maybe God will forgive you.

Bye.

See ya.

-Bye. -See you tomorrow.

Escalation consequences can include a massive inflow of refugees,

destabilization due to disruptions in energy resources supply,

and military tension in countries neighboring Russia and Ukraine,

including Poland.

Aware of these hazards,

European capitals are intensifying joint defense strategy talks.

A lack of a uniform standpoint of the EU and NATO

makes it difficult to counteract effectively.

Europe faces a test of solidarity and quick response.

Without...

Hey.

-Hi, dad. What's up? -I can't talk now.

Of course.

-Hi, mom. -Hi.

-What's this? -Look.

-You like it? -Yeah.

We want to buy a house.

-What's wrong with this one? -It's in Poland.

Sure.

-Done your homework? -Yes.

A while ago.

What's up?

Mom, what is it?

I was just watching you sleep.

Is everything okay?

How did the competition go?

-Did you win? -Let me sleep.

Did you?

I did.

So let's celebrate!

Name the main reasons for the outbreak of World War II.

People were bad.

Try naming at least three.

People. Were. Bad.

I'm giving you a chance to improve your grades, understand?

Do you know the causes or not?

Fine. Sit.

It's your third F. You know what that means.

I'll help you study, and you'll do better.

Gucci, what rhymes with "ass"?

-Is this for a song? -Yeah.

Try "ass."

That doesn't rhyme.

It's like "piece of ass" and "wipe your ass."

It totally rhymes.

I guess so.

-Why do people rap about ass? -What else is there?

Locker room, quick!

-Screw you! -Why?

-To watch Błażej. -Doing what?

Drinking Borys' piss!

Jesus! What?

The biggest show in school history! Błażej versus piss!

The outcome we're looking for is Błażej 1, piss 0!

Are you insane?

-For a hun, he'll drink piss. -For a grand, he'll eat poop!

He's sick, you moron!

Nobody's forcing him. I should smack you for that moron.

Drink up!

Come on, Błażej! You'll be a star on YouTube!

If they film you here, you're screwed!

That kid is sick!

You're failing history. They'll expel you for this!

Think about yourself.

-It's none of our business. -Go, Błażej!

Bottoms up!

You're a legend, dude!

Błażej! You're fucking brilliant!

Fucking move!

Who's walking who?

Afternoon!

I will sing to Thee

My strength

You are my hope, oh Lord

I trust Thee...

-She's nice. -Bit too nuts for my taste.

Not just for yours.

Her father's the nutcase.

-It's hereditary? -Like your stupidity.

To me, she's perfect.

You are my hope, oh Lord

I trust Thee

And shall never be...

Jesus is super dusty.

People sin, and it sticks to him.

You're not such saints yourselves.

What will you say on Judgment Day?

That you couldn't wash Jesus' feet clean?

-You're horsing around? -Me?

Yes, you!

Come to confession. Clear your conscience.

-Yeah, go on! -I'm talking to you!

Okay, but it's your ass.

Come on.

Get back here, guys! We have to finish before Mass.

Idiots!

Sorry.

I shat myself during Mass.

So did I.

Do you regret it?

I do. But I'm lactose intolerant.

That's an extenuating circumstance.

And I got into a fight.

'Cause they cheated us.

Do you regret it?

No.

Good!

Nothing to regret.

-You're been absolved. -God bless.

Now, back to work!

-Chop-chop! -The floor is yours, guys!

It must be weird listening to what people say here.

Totally.

You think their breaths stink?

What?

Well, they have to be here at 6 am.

I never thought about that.

I always do.

-Some 60% of Poles don't brush. -Oh yeah?

Who checked that?

In the name of the Father. Amen.

It's been two weeks since my last confession.

I did my penance. I offended God with the following sins.

I had lustful thoughts.

I cursed my colleagues. Sinned in thought and deed.

I snatched a large coffee pack from work, which I regret.

I recall no more sins. I resolve to sin no more.

Absolve me of my sins, Father.

What?

Repent for your sins. I absolve you.

God, be thou merciful to me, a sinner.

In the name of the Father. Amen.

And the penance?

No idea...

Go to the pool.

What?

Jesus spoke by the water.

So go to the swimming pool,

and reflect on your actions.

How many times?

Once. And ten Hail Marys.

God bless.

What the fuck was that?

Keep it down, Chicken.

Sorry, but that was fucking insane.

-Did you give her penance? -Yeah.

-He sent her to the pool. -What?

Jesus liked water.

Have you lost your mind, man?

Who let you in here?

The retreat priest has arrived. Prepare for Mass.

-Did he hear us? -No.

Brothers and sisters.

I won't be speaking long.

Jesus, too, presented the most important truths concisely.

I personally asked your priest to be part of this Eucharist with you.

Why?

Because this town,

your town,

is a very special place now.

The eyes of the whole world

are turned to you.

Our town

is the last Catholic town in Europe and the world.

Our town lies at a border with only darkness and fear beyond it.

Where there's war.

When war spills onto the world, we will be attacked first.

How can we overcome the fear that washes over us?

Be strong in faith.

Bear witness.

We must keep up faith, hope, and love for our neighbor.

Our weapon is our faith.

Our shield is God's protection.

This is why we must be pure.

We must be pure and remember the Lord.

So that he does not forget us in the hour of need.

In the hour of attack.

The hour of violence.

We must be immaculate

so that evil will not defeat us.

-He's awesome. -Yeah.

If I were a priest, I'd be like him.

-You know he's from here? -From our parish?

He went to our school.

Fuck.

He's a legend.

We're the last stronghold.

Look at our soldiers. If war comes here, we're doomed.

It won't.

Being the last stronghold of Christianity is a pretty high bar.

Yeah.

-What if I opened a kebab stall? -You're so dumb.

What would you call it?

Emmaus Kebab.

"On the way to Emmaus, they grabbed some kebs."

Sell it at school. You'd be rich!

Smart!

Our kabab joint should be named "Jerusalem."

There's a good feel to it,

and it sounds like...

an exotic adventure!

It's my joint and my name.

The name is critical!

But "Emmaus" is worse. Let's keep our standards.

-Shush! -The curia said 12 grand!

We can't collect more.

-Heating prices went up. -Stop heating!

With climate change, winters are mild.

Last year, on Christmas, it was 14°C.

I stopped using snow tires.

What's this?

We brought the collection boxes.

Thank you for today, boys. Go home.

Sorry for the competition.

You meant well. That's what counts.

Go!

God bless!

All parishes pay the same.

The rate is 12 groszy per head.

There's no way of getting that!

What's this?

The altar boys' collection.

For the poor.

But who knows how much they got?

Right.

Okay.

Keep up the good work.

Maybe you should organize some new collections.

Or raise sacrament prices.

Inflation.

That justifies it.

You have a nice turnout.

I'll praise you at the curia.

What just happened?

He took our cash.

Guys, let's keep a lid on this.

Gustaw, do me a favor.

Yeah?

Don't collect money in church. It looks like you're begging.

-It's for the poor. -Leave him alone.

He likes it.

I give 200 zloty to the poor every Sunday.

My son doesn't have to do this.

You give them 800 a month?

I can, so I do. Others have less.

And you don't know where this money goes?

SALES ASSISTANT

MEDICAL REPRESENTATIVE

SHOP ATTENDANT

CLEANER

JOB OFFER: SHOP ATTENDANT

That was money for the poor. We can't let that slide.

JOB OFFER: CLEANER

I made you sandwiches.

Eat.

I found some job offers.

-Did you see them? -I did.

-Will you call? -Filip, I...

It will be alright.

Don't worry.

Eat.

We can report it.

To whom?

The police?

The money has to go to the poor.

You said it yourself.

It's none of our business.

Push it!

Too slow! What are you thinking?

-I'm saying my rosary. -What?

To forget I'm tired.

Rattle off whatever you want, just move it!

Move it!

I have an idea.

It won't work without you.

I'm in.

Are you okay?

-Jesus, Filip! All good? -Watch your step.

Just don't try walking on air.

Piss off, I slipped.

It's slippery here, too.

Guys...

-The money has to go to the needy. -Right.

But how?

After Sunday Mass, the money goes to the safe.

And they don't count it.

That's right.

Weekend collections are counted after Monday Mass.

Weekends mean weddings, funerals, and Sunday services.

We have to get into the safe before they count the money.

You want to crack it?

No, simply open it.

Are you mad?

We have to do something.

I know, but this?

This is fair.

What if we get caught?

Listen. I'll take the blame.

I'm 12, they can't touch me.

You'd take the fall?

Jesus died for strangers, and you're my pals.

Okay. Who's in?

Filip?

Fine.

What could go wrong?

-Let's shoot, the sun is setting. -Yeah.

Eyes open wide In the dark my guide

I'm a big boy, can trust my gut I know what is worth what

On top of the world With my bro, bro, and bro

Who sticks around, let's wait and see Won't flee like my dad told me

Don't control my time Yours ain't worth a dime

Stop your whining and pleas Bitch, I'm saying my beads

You fly your flag I've got my new swag

Live fast, it's a short ride My crew's here by my side

I'm a guy who's easy to crack

My outfit's white My thoughts are black

I know global warming Is no scam

I do my best To stick to plan

I'm a guy who's easy to crack

My outfit's white My thoughts are black

I know global warming Is no scam

I do my best To stick to plan

Dude, I don't give a fuck

That's it

Why are you all here for the morning Mass?

To make up for the competition.

You were right.

Sometimes, it is hard to turn the other cheek.

-Where is your brother? -He overslept.

Our help is in the Lord's name.

He created heaven and earth.

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

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God,

and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all.

What's this?

I'm late and don't know if I can come out.

Sure, you can. Put on your surplice.

I confess to almighty God, and to you, my brothers and sisters,

that I sinned in my thoughts, my words, in what I have and haven't done,

through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault.

Therefore, I ask blessed Mary ever-Virgin,

all the Angels and Saints, and you, my brothers and sisters,

to pray for me to the Lord our God...

-Did you get it? -Not yet.

May Almighty God have mercy on us,

forgive us our sins, and bring us to everlasting life.

Lord, have mercy.

You can do it. Go!

Christ, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

Two grand?

We said, "Just the money for the poor."

-How much was that? -A few hundred!

I had to hurry. I took half of the pile.

Who will get this?

Błażej's family.

A few hundred. And the rest?

We could split it. Among ourselves.

No.

That's stealing.

We'll give it to those in need.

-How does the priest know who's in need? -From the confessions.

So small. Does it record sound?

And 4K images.

-Battery life? -Ten hours per charge.

If anyone wants to pull out, do it now.

How about here?

-You can see it from the inside. -The priest is blind.

-He's not the one confessing. -Hush, guys.

Then how about here?

A little lower?

Okay.

Here?

-The other spot was better. -Okay.

Hurry up!

Give me the tape.

Quick.

Thanks.

It'll work.

Before he was given up to death,

he took bread and gave you thanks.

He broke it, gave it to his disciples, and said,

"Take this and eat it.

This is my body which will be given up for you."

Are you ready to see this?

Play it.

In the name of the Father.

It's been a month since my last confession.

I did my penance. I offended God with the following sins.

I know where she lives.

I argued with my husband.

I had lustful thoughts.

-These thoughts... -About what exactly?

My neighbor Robert.

Right.

Father...

I don't want these thoughts, but I can't stop them.

I feel like I'm cheating on my husband...

What is it?

Are we doing the right thing?

Christians used to confess their sins in front of their community.

That was a conscious choice.

Wanna back out?

This is serious. If they catch us, we're screwed.

Go through it at home, alone.

I can't. My dad checks my computer.

What now?

Can you do it?

-Why me? -You know...

Your mom doesn't interfere.

Fine.

Send it to me. I'll watch it and make a list.

My friends went off to university,

and I stayed here.

Because of him.

He destroyed my life.

Is it bad to think so?

We're ordering food. Want anything?

Thanks, mom, but I'm busy.

Okay.

And my son...

He knows it.

He sees it.

He's more and more like his father.

He has his eyes.

That's why I can't look at him.

I try to find love for him, but it's not there.

I don't have it in me.

Everyone said love would come in time.

But I can't love him...

Our picks.

Great.

Let's do this.

God's on our side.

What's this?

They mustn't recognize us.

-Where did you get these? -From grandma.

She knits these for every Christmas.

She has dementia.

I cut out the holes.

Blue?

This is what I've got.

They're fine. And free. So they're fine.

-Blue like heaven. -Not the Smurfs?

Like heavenly warriors.

It makes sense. Let's do this.

From the parish!

What's wrong?

Wait! It's from the parish!

Money for your rent!

-Leave her alone, you fucker! -Bye!

Are you all right? He hurt you?

-No. -Who was that?

From the parish.

For food.

-Are you from the police? -What?

For your medicine. God bless.

Here, it's from the parish.

For food.

God rewards the good!

-Hi. -What's up?

-All done? -She was shocked!

Some guy nearly beat me up.

He thought I had attacked an old lady.

It's not easy being good.

Jesus was good, and look how he ended up.

-You gave it all away? -As agreed.

I'm not sure how to call this, but it was something.

-Too bad our parents can't know. -You know the deal.

Who comes first?

First come God, Chicken, Lil'Chick, Gucci, and me.

Did you check?

Yes, and I figured I could go next month.

I don't know what you're planning. This date is better.

-I told you, nothing will change. -Why not June?

I'm going in June.

This needs washing.

If I give him the stinky one, he'll get mad.

Paweł! What are you doing?

Think for a minute!

-Anything wrong? -No.

On your feet! Mass is about to start.

Reading from St. Paul's Epistle to the Ephesians.

"Brothers.

For ye were once darkness, but are now light in the Lord.

Walk as children of light.

The fruit of the light is in goodness, righteousness, and truth,

proving what is well-pleasing unto the Lord.

And...

And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness,

but rather even reprove them."

Nice reading today.

Thanks.

But you stumbled.

-Cool. Thanks for the support. -I want you to be the best.

What does that mean?

-I don't know. -What are you the best at?

What?

You drink instead of taking your pills!

And you're blaming me!

-I'm sick. -It's not my fault.

You're making it worse.

I wanted you to be happy about something!

And you're being unfair.

Like all of them!

You know what?

Remember these dates.

Of the conferences.

They're a pain, but she'll ask about them.

I'll never learn all that.

Not all of them. Just the key ones.

Guys, lunch is ready!

Come, we'll finish later.

I'm full.

Okay. I'll be back in ten.

Fine.

Sure you won't eat?

Thanks.

Mom's making lunch at home.

I'm saving room.

And how is your mom?

She's fine.

If she's interested, I can get her a job at our company.

She has a job.

That's great. My mistake.

If you change your mind, there's a plate for you.

How much was it again?

It's 540,000 euros.

I really think this offer is exceptional.

It's nice and all, but what about school?

You'll go to school there.

-What about my friends? -You'll make new ones.

Airfare's cheap, with many connecting flights available.

You can come and visit.

And if their parents agree, we'll invite them over.

Pass the ball!

-Dominika! -Yes?

-The ball. -Pass it!

-What are those shoes? -Just shoes.

Show me the soles.

I said, white soles only!

Like everybody else here.

Leave, now!

-Can I play barefoot? -Get out.

Wiktoria, you're in.

Resume!

Dominika, wait!

What happened?

She kicked me out because of my shoes.

What's wrong with them?

The soles must be white, and these are all I've got.

There's nothing in the regulations about that.

So what?

She can't throw you out.

Let's tell her that.

There's no point.

Yes, there is. 'Cause it's unfair.

Filip, let it go.

I envied my classmates.

I was lazy and disobedient.

I sinned in thought.

I wished my father harm.

I asked him for money for a PTA collection.

He went mad.

Sometimes, I think one word from me or my mom

is enough to cause a scene.

He yells at me and...

I'm afraid of him.

NEW TESTAMENT

Blessed are they that crave righteousness,

for they shall be filled.

Why are you here this early?

I wanted to talk to God.

No one bothers him in the morning. Everyone's sleeping.

This is not how God works.

How does he work?

Come, lend me a hand.

Get my surplice. Someone's here for confession.

Hang it in the office.

God bless.

Confession? Please.

Europe has become politically divided

into the Western Bloc...

-Gucci? -What?

Let's try again.

-Try what? -The money.

Why?

We can change the world.

We already gave it all to the poor. That's enough.

Check this out.

-See? -Where did you get it?

What do you think?

-How much is there? -Seven grand.

I didn't know we were back.

Nobody did. Filip didn't ask anyone.

-Do I put it back? -No.

Let's give it away, and that's it.

-Did anyone see you? -No.

-You? -No.

We have to go through the confessions again.

We'll need more people for that.

Fine, I'll do it. Let's go.

-What's this, a gang bang? -Gimme that!

-Open up! -What's that?

-So much dough! -Leave it! That's for those in need!

I've got needs. You?

-Fuckin' A! -Let's push together!

I'm gonna fuck you up!

Give it back!

Get him!

-Good one! -Hit him!

On the floor!

-Filip, need help? -He can do this!

Get him on the floor!

-Come on! -Let go!

Go and sin no more.

I send everything I have left to my daughter.

Her family lives in a rental apartment, and the rent keeps going up.

She can't make ends meet.

I don't need much.

I help in any way I can.

I'm struggling, and this makes me very sad.

I'm really worried.

Life is getting harder.

I feel this intense sense of poverty.

I'm greatly ashamed of it.

It's hard, father.

Others have limos, and I can't afford clothes for my kids.

I didn't come here to confess.

I need help, and I have no one to turn to.

I have cancer, and I need surgery.

But I have no money for rent.

Seriously?

-Here. -Jesus!

-Money from the parish. -What do you want?

Take it. It's money from the parish.

I don't want a handout.

You deserve this.

Take it.

I don't want pity. Don't you get it, Filip?

Piss off.

Take it, please.

It's from the parish. No one will know you got it.

You can buy those shoes.

Thanks.

What's with your eye?

Nothing.

I bumped into something.

I keep bumping into stuff, too.

-Helping is awesome. -Yeah.

Let's celebrate.

-What's this? -Kombucha.

Only 0.5% alcohol, so it's not a sin.

-Just 0.5% sin. -Yeah.

Residual amounts.

-The retreat priest? -Why is he here?

We heard someone is giving away money around town.

They say it is from the parish.

People can say all sorts of things,

but, in fact,

money has been disappearing from the parish safe.

Perhaps it is just a mistake.

But maybe one of you saw something.

Or heard something.

This is why the curia representative, whom you all know,

would like to speak to you.

In private.

Guys, chill.

No one saw anything or knows anything.

Let's stay calm.

We had to do it. It had to be done.

We'll get through this. We must.

Filip... come in.

Sit.

Filip Grabowski.

You're a lector.

You've been a server for six years.

You have access to everything.

I don't follow.

Filip...

The parish priest told me about your situation.

You don't have a dad.

And your mom has problems.

So I stole something?

I didn't say that.

But you thought it! 'Cause I'm poor!

Filip! Come back here.

Everything's gonna be fine.

-We'll make sure of it. -It won't be.

Then I'll fix it.

-What's up? -I'll protect you.

The curate said he saw me near the safe.

-Did he? -Yeah.

You said nobody saw you.

He didn't see me take it, just standing there.

-What did you tell him? -Nothing.

-Are you sure? -Leave him alone!

What now?

We didn't do anything wrong.

It's parish money.

Our money.

Right.

Let's get going. It's Mass time.

You coming?

I don't feel well.

What are you doing?

"As I drew nigh unto Damascus, suddenly a great light round about me.

And heard a voice saying unto me, Saul, why persecutest thou me?"

What are you saying?

I filmed you taking money from the collection for the poor.

Leave the parish alone,

or I'll tell the police and post the video online.

What's wrong with you?

Leave the parish alone, and the money

will stop disappearing.

Deal?

-Theft is a sin. -I know.

But do you?

What you're doing is evil.

God will judge that.

I didn't give you away.

What?

My dad found the money.

He thought I stole it.

I said I got it from the parish.

It's okay.

Don't worry.

Sorry.

Come again.

What?

-What did you say? -Rhyming about God is the future of rap.

I don't know.

People don't get that.

Can I get some help, or am I on my own today?

As for the interrogation...

It turned out no money was missing.

The curia remitted our debts,

seeing that we are a poor parish.

So...

I'm truly sorry for the confusion.

Hope you understand.

-Yeah. -Sure thing.

They didn't figure it out, right?

I told you I didn't squeal.

God is on our side.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

-Body of Christ. -Amen.

-Why isn't this pigsty cleaned? -I was busy.

What's taking up your fucking time?

-I'm sorry! -Keep your mess in your room!

These are my clothes!

I told you, keep this to your room!

-The neighbors can hear you! -I'll trash this, and you'll learn!

Leave it alone, dad, please!

I'll teach you!

-Give me that! -Sit the fuck down!

You're no better!

What the fuck?

I'll get you, you piece of shit!

I offended God with the following sins...

I missed a few Masses.

I was angry.

I got drunk a few times and yelled at my family.

But my intentions were good.

Sometimes, it's too much for me.

I know I inspire his behavior, but...

I don't know what to do.

I'm afraid he will hurt Domi... My daughter.

I don't know what to do, Father.

I can't leave him, right?

-Guys, we're off the hook for the money. -Yeah.

But we can't go on like this.

-We need a new strategy. -Meaning?

"I come quickly and give my reward to men according to their work."

Say what?

We'll punish those who don't change their ways.

Punish?

We'll do to them what they do to others.

You wanna beat them up?

We're not beating anyone.

But when people dump trash, we'll put it on their doormats.

They'll realize their wrongdoing.

Well, guys?

Are you with me?

Let's do it.

Hip-hop alone won't change the world.

I'm in, too.

Fine, but we need to put the camera back in the confessional.

And film a manifesto.

Fuck who aim to rule the world Heaven's ours, they'll end up cold

We're not crazy, we're not mad We're just doing the Lord's command

In the hood all the evil I fight It's a gruesome, never-ending plight

We need no cash, no guns, no power We have no names, our faces covered

God is our strength, he is our gas We gotta get some justice among us

If you're good, you are our brother If you're bad, we curse your mother

Hey, what's that about the mother?

-What? -We're not cursing anyone.

I'll rewrite it later. It's good enough for now.

Don't post it online.

-But it's great! -They'll recognize us.

-We've got masks. -We're not doing it for fame.

Fine, it's just for us.

Come on, guys. Let's do it.

I did my penance.

I offended God with the following sins.

I drink and drive. But I don't drink too much.

I work at a milk plant, I must be...

-What's with your mom? -Nothing. She's sick.

Sick?

Depressed.

My dad says it's not a real illness.

Tell her that.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

I must be on standby.

They can call at night, on holidays.

Intemperance in drinking is a grave sin.

I don't drink as much as other people.

If we taught him a lesson, we could actually help him.

He's coming.

Hello?

There was an accident at 3 Niepodległości Street.

A boy was hurt.

Come quickly, please!

Are you okay?

What happened?

You'll be okay.

You'll live.

Where the fuck are you skating!

-You hit him! -Mom!

Call the police!

Mommy!

Fucking hell!

You're okay!

-You'll live! -Get mom!

-Here's 200. Keep it quiet. -Mom!

-I'm not taking that! -Your brother will be fine!

It hurts!

-Police. What happened? -He hit him!

We got it!

Adam, breathalyzer!

Clear.

In the name of the Father...

It's been two months since my last confession.

I offended God with the following sins.

I cussed.

I ate meat on Friday.

I argued with my mother.

And I took a few zlotys from people at work a few times.

I didn't want to.

I didn't take it from everyone.

When I see how much others have

and I can't afford anything,

I just...

What do we do about her?

She says she'll do better, right?

Let's test her.

Hello.

Sorry, could you break this for me?

I need two fives.

Thank you.

-Bye. -Thank you.

Bye.

-You play like my mama. -Yeah, right!

A fifty is missing.

-She took our money. -Yeah.

-What do we do? -We gotta rob her.

No.

Stealing is a sin.

She needs to understand that.

-I recommend the chocolate. -I'll take it.

-Isn't this on sale? -If you get three.

In that case, just one.

Hold out your phone.

-Thank you. -Goodbye.

Bye! How can I help?

The usual cigs, please.

Bye!

Excuse me.

-What... -Your bag.

I didn't scan that. It's not paid for.

-That's not mine! -Tell that to the cops.

-What? -Let's go!

These aren't mine!

Check this out.

Hey, guys!

Here's your daily reminder to drink water!

He'll be our model. You want some?

Guys, check this out.

She's making fun of people. We should do something about it.

Did she confess it?

She did.

Not about bullying people.

We need to teach her a lesson.

Nothing's happening.

Let's wait. Maybe she falls or something.

Let's go. Nothing's going to happen.

Filmmaking takes time.

You! Come here! Which grade are you in?

-She's out cold. -Like someone cut her power.

-Did you wait long? -Hard to explain.

Filip kicked the ball, and it bounced off the wall.

Can't be a coincidence.

-It's a sign. -Has to be.

I'm putting it online. No turning back.

Who else do we have?

We gotta help Dominika.

-You mean her father. -Them, in general.

How do we do this?

Why don't we just talk to him?

How?

Call him on the intercom.

Let's keep our distance.

He's aggressive.

We do it tonight.

This is it.

That window.

Come on.

-Ring it, Chicken. -Why me?

Your voice is deeper.

-Fine. -Go.

Apartment 6.

Yes?

Can I speak to your dad?

Dad, it's for you.

-Yeah? -Quiet.

-I know what you're doing. -What?

You beat your daughter and your wife.

Who the fuck are you?

Doesn't matter.

Tell him he'll get what he deserves.

If you don't stop, I'll call the cops.

Chicken! Block the door! With your foot!

Hold it! Push!

Help me!

-What now? -Split!

Ready? Go!

I'm gonna get you, little fuckers!

-I'm gonna get you! -Stop yelling!

-Who was it? -Some little shits.

Get back up! And shut up!

-Now they come! -Hush!

-What? -Be quiet!

Good evening.

We got a disturbance report.

No disturbance here.

And domestic violence.

Do you confirm that?

The use of violence?

No.

No.

What happened to your hand?

Tripped on the stairs.

-Do you need an ambulance? -No, back inside!

-Go, Dominika. -ID, please.

No need, we're going back to sleep. Sorry for the disturbance.

Come on.

Forget it.

I don't get it.

What?

They could've told the truth.

They couldn't have.

So why are we even doing this?

I don't know.

But I've had enough.

I have had enough.

Lord is my shepherd

He provides for me

He lets me lie

On green pastures

Lord is my shepherd

He provides for me

Words of Prophet Isaiah.

I know how to get him.

Dude, come on.

Let it go.

A guy like that is too much for us.

We'll tape his confession.

He admits to beating Dominika and her mom.

We'll send it to the cops.

You want to admit to filming people's confessions?

You're fucking mad!

How about some cake?

No, thank you. I'm off.

Bye.

What happened?

Not now, dad.

Be strong and do it. Fear not, for God is with thee.

He will not fail thee until the work for his service is done.

Filip?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I wanted to pray.

What are you hiding there?

-Nothing. -Give it to me.

-It's nothing. -Give it to me!

-No! -You little shit!

Mrs. Joanna...

Is everything okay at home?

What do you mean?

We have been having some problems with Filip lately.

It's a phase.

Do you need any help? Are you coping?

-Did Filip say something about me? -Not a word.

I can see that you are struggling.

Being a single parent isn't easy.

It's none of your business. We're doing what we can.

I'd like to discuss Filip's behavior.

I wouldn't.

In that case, I have to suspend him from his altar services.

-Mom, I'm sorry. -Leave me alone.

-Mom! -Leave me alone!

How are you holding up?

I'm not.

He'll calm down in a while.

You think?

As always.

You'll be back in service.

And what then?

It'll go back to normal.

I don't want that.

After high school, we'll be out of here.

You can't fix people.

You just can't.

-You'll be out of here. -What?

You'll be out of here. I'm staying.

Why?

Dude, are you blind?

You really don't see it?

I've got nowhere to go.

-You'll be fine. -Easy for you to say.

Your parents have money, they take care of you.

They have plans for you. And the time.

I'm staying here.

And I want it to be better here.

Fine, but I'm out. Give me the camera.

Here. You think I can't buy a new one?

Stop spying on people, or I'll turn you in.

-What? -It's illegal!

People used to confess publicly!

You're crazy!

You won't spy on people!

I'm crazy for trying to help? Is that so insane?

You're only helping yourself!

You want your mom to be proud of you.

Leave her out of it!

Watch this.

I wanted a different life.

I wanted to leave.

I stayed here because of him.

He's more and more like his father.

He has his eyes...

Everyone said love would come in time.

But I can't love him.

Dad...

Did I do something wrong?

If I did,

give me a sign.

Any sign.

Here you go.

No need to wrap them.

Okay...

What are you doing?

Shopping, why?

You got money for food, not vodka.

-What are you talking about? -From the parish.

Fuck off, you little shit! I'll spend it on whatever I want!

I'll take another bottle.

Mom!

You left the stove on!

You want to burn us down?

-Back off. -You can't be left alone!

What do I do with you?

How can I help you?

Sorry, I forgot about it.

Filip.

Wake up. Resurrection Mass is starting.

You fell asleep here?

-Where's your dad? -At home, sleeping. Why?

Why didn't you tell the police he beats you?

It wouldn't have mattered.

That's not true.

Who would believe us?

What if everyone saw it?

Filip, let it go.

Let it go.

Not this finger.

One, two, three.

You're leading the procession?

Yeah.

I need your help.

-What? -Answer your phone.

-Why? -I have to do something stupid.

What?

Filip!

-What? -Guys, help me.

You fucking shit!

-I'm gonna fucking kill you! -I'm waiting!

-We need to help Filip. -How?

-We have to do something. -Now?

I'll be at the fort!

I can't do this alone!

I'm gonna kill you, you little shit! Stop!

-What is going on? -No idea.

Stop, you fuck!

I said stop!

I'll teach you!

I'll fucking teach you! You piece of shit!

You're such a funny guy!

You like throwing stones?

I'll fucking kill you, I swear!

Not so fast!

Stay down!

-Where is he going? -No clue.

Turn them around.

I'll fix you!

Filip!

Filip!

-What have you done? -Call an ambulance!

Filip!

Control yourself!

It's okay...

It's okay...

Mommy...

I won.

What?

They saw it...

and believed it.

Filip...

How are you?

Everyone knows what you boys did.

I wanted to make a difference.

Promise you'll stop.

Do you love me?

I do.

That's good.

You buttoned up, great...

Filip...

What are you doing?

I have returned.

You shouldn't come around here.

Why?

It's simple.

You don't fit in.

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