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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Get up!

Who? Me?

Yes, you. Get up.

Move!

Step back.

Where is the ignition charge?

What?

I don't understand.

It's sabotage.

- Koepke, the gun!
- No.

No.

Please.

Please don't.

- On your knees!
- I'm begging you.

I'm begging you.

I'm begging you.

Get up!

Move! Faster!

What do you get for sabotage?

A bullet in your head,
or a noose around the neck.

Undress! Quick!

Can I shoot you? Yes.

Can I hang you? Yes.

Do I have the power to do that?
Three times "yes."

But why won't I do it?

Because I like your pretty faces
and skinny asses?

No! It's because I need
your dirty Polish hands, you lousy apes!

Stool.

Lower.

Do you want to help the Russkies?

You'll miss the days we were here.

Get back to work! Move!

Move! Move!

One German lady said that
in 1927 there was a similar flood.

- It went up to the fifth step.
- The first flood after the war.

Hey! Somebody need any help in there?

Hello!

♪ Sunrise in the morning... ♪

JULY 1997

- 307, come in.
- Copy.

Someone's stolen
a traffic light at August 1980 Street.

Can you go and check it out?

Sure.
But Moniuszki's blocked

because of a fallen tree.

Copy that.

Calling all units.

Gronty estate. We have a dead body
at the edge of the forest.

300-00 copy... Oh!

- Fuck! Fucking piece of...
- Mika, press the button when you speak.

Yeah. Really, man?

300-00, copy that. On my way.

Come on! Move your legs, guys!

What the fuck!

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

POLICE

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Why is it so quiet?
- Everyone's gone to the stiff.

- Like they haven't seen one.
- This one's fresh. Floater.

Sounds like an episode of Baywatch.

You've got a visitor.

Come in.

Morning, Miss.

Morning.

- Hi.
- Morning.

- There?
- Yes, sir.

- Hey.
- Hi, Adam.

Be my guest.

Careful. It's deep.

- That's a lot of dead bodies.
- The river washed away an old cemetery.

Probably from war time.

- And?
- How would I know?

The voivode's supposed to send
some pathologists, and those, uh,

you know, the, uh...

- The ones who dig.
- Archaeologists.

Yeah.

There'll also be someone
from the prosecutor's office.

Great, that's just what...

...we fucking needed.

Nazi piece of shit...

- Has he done anything to you?
- Meaning?

Has he robbed you, beaten you,
raped you?

Are you crazy? No!

So he's just living there, right?

Living! That's not living!
It's some sort of squatting.

I'm scared to go down there.
Smells like smoke and piss in my basement.

Okay then. We'll send out a unit
to check everything out.

Last time, your friend told me
the same thing and did nothing.

- We'll check it out.
- When?

It'll be soon.

Follow me.

Oh, and just in case, you might want
to take the narcotics unit with you.

Yeah, yeah.

- The anti-terrorist unit, too. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Take this to HR for me, okay?
- Yes, ma'am.

Are you here for me?

- Um, yes.
- Please, come in.

Why are there so many of them?

It's humid and they were drawn to
the dead body.

I don't mean the flies.

Tell them to get the fuck away.

Hey, gentlemen, make some space.

You guys, too. Move back.

Move it. A few meters back.

- Hello.
- Hey.

- Can we touch him?
- Sure.

FIRST NAME: DANIEL
LAST NAME: GWITT

- What was he wearing?
- A dark striped T-shirt.

- Kind of stripes?
- Thin.

And those, uh, those baggy jeans
that boys like to wear these days. Lenars.

Looks likely that he drowned.

I see that all the years spent
in Szczytno paid off.

Okay, now, help me...

Fuck! Let's turn him over.

He didn't return from school,
yesterday.

Why school? It's summer.

They run extra classes
for kids who get into trouble.

- And what took you so long to report it?
- I work in the municipal office.

We spent all night drying archive files.

They can't be left to rot.

And only after I woke up,
I noticed that he hadn't slept at home.

Any drugs?

- Drugs?
- Weed, brown sugar, meth?

No, no. Definitely not.

Radio.

Computers...

Give me a second.

Just one moment.

Norbert.

Get me a missing person's form.

Damn, we're out.

Wait a second.

Hey Mika. Watch out!

If you fall in...

...you're gonna die.

Thanks, Jarek.

Dispatch, 0-1, we have the body.

A boy, age 12, Daniel Gwitt.

That's his mother, right?

Open the gate!

I repeat, 0-1, we have the body.

A boy, age 12, Daniel Gwitt.

Ma'am! Hello!

Can you hear me?

I'm sorry.

You should never have found that out
the way you did.

That was my fault.

Is there anyone you can call to come over?
Family?

Hm.

My friend is at work now.

Uh...

I'll call her.

There's no need to do that.

I'll come with you. Okay?

We'll call and I'll stay till she comes.

In Nowy Sącz voivodship,

the Dunajec river has been flooding
valleys, villages, and small towns.

It didn't spare
the historic church in Łopuszna.

It sweeps away everything in its path...

Miss Eva?

THE EVENING COURIER

Okay.

Hey, everybody!
They'll be here in a minute.

Jurek, stop with your smoke.
And clean up this mess.

- The chairman's coming.
- Excuse me, boss.

Enough with this Hitchcock shit.
Who's gonna be the new chief?

In 3 minutes your questions
will be answered.

Does he even speak Polish?

I assure you he'll be able
to handle you even in Chinese.

He's coming.

- Good morning!
- Morning.

I wanted to say hello
on this very special day for our team.

When Wunder took over the Courier,
we promised we'd revolutionize it.

And we kept our promises.

We have a new office, new computers,
and cell phones.

And now it's time for the Courier
to have a new chief editor.

Although, some of you may
have already heard of him.

Piotr!

Mm-hm.

Piotr Zarzycki!

Now I can remember walking into
my editorial office for the first time.

Try not to cry, man.

Okay, then.
I'll make it short and sweet.

First of all,

I wanted to be sure to say thank you to
the person who was my first chief editor,

Zbyszek Bryński.

- Bravo, Zbyszek!
- Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

- Okay.
- Zbyszek.

Zbyszek, I want to thank you
for leaving me in charge

of such a talented and distinguished team.

So you're gonna give us a raise?

Ladies! Come on out.

- Bring it in.
- Ohh!

What is that?

All right! Can I have one?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Do you remember what you told me
when I first started here?

No.

If you are not being praised don't worry,
as long as they...

...don't jump on your ass.

Listen,

I don't know what you know,
and what you don't.

But the current status of the Courier,
to put it mildly,

is not the best.

We have to increase sales.

People don't want
to read the paper.

I know. That's why we must offer them, uh,
something sensational.

Not on TV. Something local.

Quadruplets were born yesterday.

Oh, yeah?

Okay, okay. It's a story

but not really a jaw-dropper, now is it?

Well, we have a flood.

The northern and eastern parts of town
used to be on the water.

You can say we got lucky,
a blind squirrel finding a nut.

But what was the talk of the town
until then.

Well, the abduction
of Kielak's son.

Which Kielak? That Kielak?

Yeah. He didn't sleep
through the privatization.

He owns a porcelain factory, a Baltona,
and a couple more businesses.

And he's essentially our main advertiser.

So?

So the case has been cold
for a few months.

I got an interesting phone call
from Gronty.

The south flood bank broke,
washing out bodies buried in the forest.

What bodies in the forest?

Apparently the remains
of the old repatriation camp.

The area's closed off,
and the city's silent as a grave.

The passenger train,
Silesian Railways, going to Częstochowa

through Katowice,
Sosnowiec's main station.

The train is currently waiting
at track six, platform two.

The train leaves at 11:20 a.m.

Aw! Hey, honeybee.

You're not going to say hello to your dad?
Give me a kiss.

Even when you're old and ugly,
you'll still be my honeybee.

- Great.
- How was camp?

- It was good.
- What do you mean "good"?

- Did you meet anyone?
- Nope. I was alone in my room every day.

Ah. Good girl.

I just don't get why you moved
to this shithole town.

Once you get to know it,
you'll like it.

OAZA HOUSING ESTATE

Aw. Hallelujah!

What?

Our stuff is finally here.

Your mom and I have slept on the floor
for three days.

Great.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

- Have you brought everything already?
- Yeah. Everything is already there.

Where's the typewriter?

They put it there somewhere.
I'll bring it.

What a trash heap.

- Wanda, come inside, honey!
- I'm coming.

Izi!

There you are!
What took you so long?

Oh, come here.

Flood damaged the lines.
Everything's delayed.

Hey! You've grown!

- Are you wearing make-up?
- Mom, please.

Oh, let me show you to your room.

Oh, come on!

Piotr, take care of them.

Where do you want it?

Um...

Teresa!

Teresa!

At least you didn't have them
put it right next to the toilet.

- Okay. I'll take it out tomorrow.
- No, it's okay.

It's like a tropical island.

Do you have to criticize everything I do?

I'm not, honey.

I like everything.

I'm so happy.

Mmm. I dreamt of coming back here.

I have the best memories of the place.

Listen.

Hey. Look at me.

We've gone through this a hundred times.

Yeah. It's better to be a general in
a one-horse town than a private in Kraków.

You'll see. I'll put the paper
back on its feet, we're out of here,

to the capital.

I don't believe you.

That's what the chairman promised.

I'll earn enough money,
you'll be able to open your own office.

No! I don't believe it was a coincidence
that you got this job.

- You wanted to come here.
- No, I didn't! It...

Shh!

It was a coincidence.

What are you even implying?

Nothing. Nothing.

For fuck's sake.

- One more signature at the bottom, please.
- Mm-hm.

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ When I wake up, I'm just a brave lad ♪

♪ And behind the window pane ♪

♪ A sad world waits ♪

♪ That's the moment when I usually go ♪

♪ To a beautiful Island in my head,
A real jungle... ♪

What can I get you?
Bourbon on the rocks?

20 zlotys.

Señor, I am back.

You again, ma'am. Hah!

Or did my days blend into one night?

- You finished writing that horoscope?
- Uh, no. I'm stuck with the Scorpio.

Really, how often can you wait
for an unexpected opportunity to arise?

An affair at work or a raise?

I see that you're trying
to think outside the box.

Mm.

Or maybe I'll just kill the Scorpio off.
What do you think of that?

The new moon's rising for Scorpio
and Pluto's sideways.

- That would make sense.
- Mm.

A short, succinct horoscope.

"You're going to die this week."

Oh, wait. I need to write this down.

It's worth remembering.

- You're a Scorpio then?
- No, Aries.

- Born in March or April?
- March.

Believe me, there'll be a lot going on
for Aries this month.

If you keep it up, ma'am,
you just might get my job at the Courier.

Got family?

Tell me what's going on
at the police station.

- What's the reading in the stars?
- A shitty one.

We found a floater in Gronty today.

- Oh. Who was it?
- A boy. He was 12 years old.

Check, please.

- If I said something wrong, I apologize.
- No. You didn't say anything wrong. Bye.

Instead of amusing yourself
by giving drunks their horoscopes,

try looking at the map
of the Oaza Housing Estate.

Oaza? Why?

You're new here so I'll let you in
on a bit of a secret.

In our town, nothing happens by accident.

Stars really don't mean shit.

Pfft.

Shouldn't you be in town?

Parks need patrolling,
and the drunks need to be fined.

Ah. That's very fucking funny.

Digitizing.

- What?
- Files from the flooded archive.

Everything after 1983
has to go into that box.

Turns out that paper can take a lot
but won't survive long after.

Can you take a short break
from your urgent task?

I need to see the zoning plan
for the Oaza Housing Estate.

What for?

Could you get it for me?

- Try the Municipality Office.
- Thanks.

- Good morning, everybody.
- Hi.

Good morning, boss.

- How was it in Gronty?
- Hard to learn anything.

They secured the area.
We took a few photos from afar.

- What does Town Hall say?
- As per usual, evasive

There is one interesting thing, though.

A boy drowned there last night.

Twelve years old.

He must've been hanging around
the flood banks.

Nobody watches the area.

- Great. Good. Write the story up.
- Okay.

- Coffee, boss?
- I'd love one.

In this type of situation,
you really don't have to rush out.

There's only one chief editor,
and it won't tarnish my halo.

Why won't you stay till the end
of the year?

I'll sort something out.

Cut the crap. I hope you'll put
the Courier back on its feet.

It'd be a shame if our town
was left without a good paper.

What do you think
about that cemetery in the forest?

It's already been swept under the rug.

The era of gagging journalists
is long over.

Yeah. Old sons of bitches at the top
have been replaced by new ones.

That's what the transformation is about.

You'll see. There'll be pressure.

That cemetery was and still is
political taboo.

Who could possibly write about it?

You remember Drewicz?

He tried to go public with the matter
in 1982,

but he got 18 months in jail
for slandering Socialism.

- Are you saying that he still works here?
- Yes.

- But he's kind of unreliable.
- Uh-huh.

I give him horoscopes,
bush league football matches, obituaries,

so that he can stay afloat.

I get it.

No.

You don't. You don't get it.
And you won't.

You've never lost a child.

You don't want to know
how Wanycz is doing?

So how's Wanycz doing?

He's been retired for five years.

You can find him at his old address.

Well, well. Changing of the guard.

Hi.

Could you go and see Kielak today?

You want me to give him
the Prussian Homage?

Call it whatever you like.

He is our main advertiser.

Pampering him is necessary.

Look, I know what I'm doing.

And that is exactly why we chose you.

I'm going back to Warsaw.
I'll be back in a few weeks.

- We'll drink to your success.
- Hm.

I know you'll manage fine.

Here.

Hm.

What are you doing?
Playing Dungeons & Dragons?

Mika tell me,
who let them build the Oaza Estate here?

It's on a flood plain.

Look surprised
as if you were born yesterday.

Where exactly did the bank get fucked up?

In the Gronty forest.

There.

What time was it?

Around 3 in the morning.

Hm.

- Why would the boy be there at that time?
- Yeah. Exactly.

Probably loitering.

Hm. Bravo, Kojak.

What are you laughing at, baby?

Anyway, why the fuck would you
dig into this?

The case is closed anyway.

- What do you mean closed?
- Case closed.

Excuse me. I can only give you a minute.

Since the cemetery got flooded
I've been working my ass off.

Did you handle that boy
from Gronty's autopsy?

So far, I do all the autopsies.
No rest for the wicked.

- But nobody ordered an autopsy for him.
- Why?

Death by misadventure.

Classic case of summer drowning.
The most common cause of death.

Maybe in Ustka.

- May I see the body?
- I said I only have a minute.

I insist.

Like in America, huh?

Pulmonary edema from breathing in water.

Take a look.

Like tiny balloons.

Typical of floaters.

- And what are these scratches from?
- The water carried him through the forest.

- He got roughed up on shrubs and bark.
- And blisters?

- Burns from Sosnowsky's hogweed.
- Where does it grow?

Uh... I'm a pathologist, not a botanist.

It grows everywhere, I guess.

Keep the body in the morgue
till further notice.

Um... It's up to the prosecutor,
not up to me.

And he closed the case.

How'd Mohamed's story go?
Did he come to the mountain

or the other way?

Uh.

- The mountain came to Mohamed. Hello.
- Hi.

Relax. Bohun's a friendly dog. Come in.

- Can we get some pickles, Anna?
- Yes, of course.

Thank you.

- Did you hunt it yourself?
- No. I've never been hunting in my life.

My brother-in-law bought it in Warsaw.
Now take this.

Yeah.

- Oh!
- Come. Sit down.

Yeah.

Here you go.

- Let's get on a first name basis.
- No, thank you, I'm driving.

Ah, gimme a break. No breathalyzers
in this town will detect my moonshine.

Yeah.

- To our new chief editor, yeah?
- Okay, I'll have one.

- Józef.
- Piotr Zarzycki.

Here we go.

Listen.

- You must've heard about my son, right?
- Yes.

I want you to publicize his abduction.

Do a daily series about him
or something like that.

Send your reporters to town,
make people talk.

You know what I mean?

I'll double my ads,
and I'll make it worth it for you, too.

Okay then.

Listen, I know you've heard it
a hundred times,

but I have to ask.

- Any ideas who might've done it?
- Fuck!

Easier to count those who might not.

All the local scumbags hate me here,
you know?

It'll take some time before you
figure out who's who in this town.

- And that everybody lies.
- Exactly that. Definitely.

- Did they demand a ransom?
- 200 thousand.

Then they sent me
Waldek's ear in a shoe box.

You understand?

I got an ear with Waldek's earring
in a box.

But I paid them the fucking money,
didn't I?

And for what? Half a year, nothing.

Waldek's a good boy.

Did a lot of stupid things,
and living with him wasn't easy.

But just imagine,
all you have left of your only son...

...is just an ear.

Change that seal on your car.
It's draining oil.

Wanda! Come here.

Hm?

- Look at how ugly you used to be.
- Oh, stop that.

Aww. Mm.

Oh, your umbilical cord.

- Look, it dried up over those 12 years.
- Don't. Stop it.

No, no!

Stop it!

Hey.

You look so cute together.

Hey.

I got a job in a school.
Starting tomorrow.

- Wow, that's great.
- Which school?

In your new school.
I'll be the new counselor.

- Fuck me.
- Hey! Watch your language.

I'll be new
and dragging my mom along?

Great.

Hey. Wanda, go congratulate your mom.

You congratulate her.

There are extra classes at school.
Go meet some of your new classmates.

No way. It's a summer vacation.

Please talk to her.

You seem to get along good.

Why would she go to school
tomorrow?

There was a boy from her class
that drowned during the flood.

It's important she goes there
and talks to her new classmates.

Okay then. I'll talk to her.

Mm.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing. Got to go to the office.

First your daughter.

Wanda!

♪ It's not the carnival
But I want to dance ♪

♪ And I'll dance with her
Until the morning breaks ♪

♪ It's not a party
But I'm having a ball... ♪

Well, long time since I've seen you.

Sure has.

Feels like a hundred years.

- Local beer if I remember, right?
- Yes, please.

Enjoy it, sir. Please enjoy it.

It's on the house, okay?

- Hello.
- Chief Editor Zarzycki.

I just can't believe
you're back here with us.

Congrats on your promotion.

- You're the one who messaged me?
- Me?

No. God forbid! Heavens no.

Since you already made your way here,

why not try your chances
at the roulette tables,

or our slot machines?

- No.
- Or try our other machines.

No, really.

People do win sometimes,
on occasion.

Oh! There you go.
The best proof right here.

A police star straight from Warsaw.

Bravo!

- She doesn't look like a cop.
- Oh?

She's here as part
of an internal police exchange program.

She'll be here for a month.

Apparently, they're unifying
investigative methods across the country.

Oh, here we are chatting
while someone's waiting for you.

♪ The dirty train stations
Where I meet her ♪

♪ The crowds that curse
Under their noses ♪

♪ The drunk, who murmurs something
In his sleep ♪

♪ While we live, she lives as well ♪

♪ Don't ask me ♪

♪ Don't ask me... ♪

Where did you get my number?

Happy to see you as well, chief.

Okay. So what do you want?

A new chief editor of the Courier.
It's quite a big deal in a town like ours.

The time when prosecutors controlled
news publications is long over.

Thank God. You have no idea
how tedious it was.

- We're not great writers after all.
- Quit fucking around.

What do you want?

They say that you're the fourth estate.

Hm. Those that are in power
should cooperate.

And we have a history, right?

I propose a simple deal.
Information for information.

- What do you want to know?
- From you? Nothing.

How about young Kielak?

The brat has debts all over town.

He even owes the whores in the bar here.

He picked a bone with the Russkies.

That's the hypothesis
we're working with now.

- Is he alive?
- I hope so, but I doubt it.

You haven't told me shit.

Have you been to see her?

You don't know, do you?

Let me help you.

Third aisle,
to the right of the main gate.

Old gray terrazzo tombstone.

She's been there 12 years.

To her memory.

I don't know about you,
but I did love her.

Well, better late than never.

Take a seat.

To you.

Start talking.

What's to talk about?

Why the fuck have you come back?

You know that already.
I was made chief editor.

Cut the fucking bullshit.

That's like taking over a sinking ship.

Somebody wrote me a letter.

A letter? How romantic. Who?

I don't know. You tell me.

Hm.

"You must come back.
It's more important than you think."

"Helena."

- She's been dead for years.
- Oh yeah?

But what happened?

She died not long after you left.

It's not because of longing, though.

Did she get sick?

Yes.

And?

So, that's it?

I can see you're not telling me
the whole truth.

- Good to know you haven't changed.
- Neither have you.

What about the letter?

You can keep it.

He's always had a gift
for turning up at the wrong time.

What did he want?

He was looking for the sender.

Did you tell him?

Of course I didn't.

♪ Penknife, that's how they call me ♪

♪ People from outside my town
Are probably right ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm from Kielce
And that's the way it’s gonna be ♪

♪ Whether you like it or not
Remember one thing ♪

♪ That about Kielce
This story is about Kielce ♪

♪ City of wonders, filth, garbage
Bums, hoes, construction ♪

♪ Priests, harnesses
And shops full of snakes, boa! ♪

♪ You just need to look around ♪

♪ It's not in textbooks
They don't talk 'bout it in school ♪

♪ That this city, huh!
That this city, hah! ♪

♪ Is like an active volcano
It has this something ♪

♪ It's strange like New York
And attractive like, nah nah nah! ♪

♪ By the way, fellas, my name is Liroy
I’m a pretty tough guy after all ♪

♪ Quite a few people know me
But it doesn’t matter, no! ♪

♪ That's not the point 'cause I want
To tell you 'bout just one thing ♪

♪ That Kielce ♪

♪ Kielce is the real deal
There's no shithole like it ♪

♪ So that's why I love it
It’s the only ♪

♪ Unique motherfucking fantasy ♪

♪ It’s my wonderful city
And I'm proud when Penknife ♪

♪ That's how they call me
People outside town are probably right ♪

♪ Penknife, he's a really cool guy ♪

♪ If you don't believe it
Just get the fuck out ♪

♪ Penknife, that's how they call me ♪

♪ People from outside my town
Are probably right ♪

♪ 'Cause Penknife, Penknife is me
And life is like a hoe, nah nah nah ♪

♪ Once again, back is the incredible
Damn right! ♪