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JUSTICE

Where does Tadeusz Gadacz live?

Over here.

Hurry the fuck up. I don't have time for this!

- Come on! Jeez!

It's about time!

Come on!

Come on, let's go.

Hey! Hey!

Lift it! Don't fucking drag it!

These things cost a fortune. Careful with them, all right?

This is your job, isn't it?

I've got this.

So are these all paid for?

- What? These.

Yeah.

How much was it?

- Thirteen million. Mm-hmm.

1,300 in new money.

- Hmm. What?

You need to learn to respect people

before you go into business.

Eh?

Get in and fuck off.

- All right, come get these.

Come here. Come on, boy.

- Huh?

Did your granddaughter draw this picture?

Nice.

So?

What is this proposal all about?

If you're really as good as the minister says you are,

it'll be easy for you to catch the culprits

who robbed the SBG bank and killed those women.

If you do, you can return to active service.

We'll forget all about your past actions with the former communist party.

And you'll reinstate me as chief inspector?

Deputy inspector.

And only if you solve the case within two weeks.

Uh, this bank

as well as others is being privatized.

All those journalists, gory pictures,

TV reporters are distractions we don't need.

We need to close it as soon as possible.

You take any sugar?

Does it look like it?

DAY 1

Looks like a professional job.

They took the cash, but left the deposit boxes untouched.

They got a hundred thousand zlotys.

Not a lot of foreign currency either.

No sign of a break-in.

It's possible that the security guard may have been involved.

We're not sure where he is, but when we find him,

we'll bring him in for questioning.

Unit 24, respond. Code 12.

Repeat. Unit 24, respond. Code 12.

Enter through the garage.

Copy that, 24. Respond when you get on the scene.

Good to see you, gentlemen.

We have received confirmation that a violent armed robbery took place.

It's unknown if there are any suspects.

The police have yet to make a statement.

Inspector! Inspector!

- Yeah? - Plastic bags.

That him?

Yep.

Major Gadacz.

Hmm.

Hey, Aleksandra Janicka.

Hello.

Hey, Pocket, uh, you get lost?

They did all this for a hundred grand? Unreal.

Was supposed to be a lot more.

The lottery office had a change of plan. The transport came early.

Picked up over 1.5 million.

Mm.

Must've known about the money, so I'm thinking it's an inside job.

Hi.

An amateur, but ruthless.

Make that plural.

There's no way one person did all this.

What? He killed them, then made off with the cash.

And risk the possibility of someone hearing gunshots

and calling for help?

- Mm… - Like I said, he's an amateur.

Minister, are you sure he's the right person for the job?

Do you know when I s-started stuttering?

It was when Gadacz and his f-friends sat me down to a three-day interrogation.

They weren't nice.

But very effective.

They g-got everything they wanted from me.

Gadacz is a son-- son of a bitch.

But he's my son of a bitch.

And if he fails,

nobody's going to feel sorry for some old Security Service agent.

I understand, Minister.

But if this is your way of taking away control of the investigation from me,

you've got another thing coming.

Tell the old man I'll handle it.

It's a simple case.

The security guard took the money and fucked off.

Case closed.

He's still around.

So the guy robs the very bank he works for a year before retirement

on the day with the least amount of cash here?

And leaves his prized classic vehicle

that he worked his entire fucking life for?

I don't think so.

Yeah, okay, but listen.

I sent a patrol car to his house, and he never returned from his shift.

Oh, fuck me.

They knew where we keep our surveillance machines.

They took all of our security tapes.

I was hoping that maybe some of the data got recorded onto the hard drive,

but they thought of that too.

What about the alarm?

Yeah, we checked it again.

It wasn't faulty. Someone actually turned it off.

- And not for the first time. - Who did?

The manager.

Only he has the authorization.

Find him.

Please.

Come on in.

The manager is here.

How long have you been working with them?

- How long, sir? - I have no idea what you mean.

Did you not disable the alarm?

Well, yes, I…

It-- it kept malfunctioning,

and I'd have to come over here in the middle of the night.

I told the service center about it and figured one weekend without the alarm

wouldn't be a big deal.

Hands off.

Don't touch anything.

When did the alarm start malfunctioning?

Hmm, two weeks ago.

- Uh, on October 21st. - You sure about that?

Yes.

It-- it was Saturday.

My grandson's christening.

I had to come over here twice.

Congratulations.

You just killed four of your people.

Why do you think they hid the guard's body in the air vents?

You got any ideas?

They wanted us to think he was a suspect and buy themselves some time.

And we'd probably only find him after he started to stink.

Gadacz. Tadeusz.

Janicka Aleksandra.

And so why do they call you "Pocket?"

- I used to work in petty thefts. - Robberies?

On buses and trams. I caught pickpockets.

Ah, yes. The legendary bus service squad.

So?

Deal.

Who called in the robbery?

The branch manager at 2:30 p.m.

And when did the murders occur?

Between 8:30 and 12 a.m.

And the security guard? Any sign of a struggle?

- Defensive wounds? - Only postmortem abrasions.

A broken arm also, postmortem.

So he must've known the assailants.

He never should have been there.

Why not?

He traded shifts with Kacper Surmiak.

And where is this Surmiak now?

Patrol car went to his place, but there was no one there.

In the morning, we'll take another look into the employees,

the victim's families, the works.

What's with this cake?

What was it doing there?

Apparently, it was a cashier's birthday.

The other girls thought it'd be fun

to come in early so they could surprise her.

Fucking hell.

POLICE

- Move your ass quickly! - Drabik, right?

Uh-huh. You remember.

I wonder if you can do me a favor.

Yes?

Could you have two of your officers swing by my place?

Uh-huh.

Have them bring me my car, would you please?

Oh, and also bring me some clothes too, all right?

Yeah, sure.

LINEN STOREROOM

Good night.

The gory robbery occurred on the eve

of the month-long merger between SBG Bank and the National Investment Bank,

owned by the richest Pole, Leszek Madejski.

Some say that the capital tragedy may delay the privatization

of one of Poland's largest banks.

Metropolitan Police won't provide any detailed information

about the findings of the investigation.

Unofficial sources mention leads connected to the Wołomin and Pruszków crime groups.

The Minister of Internal Affairs, Krzysztof Marczak,

assumed political supervision of the investigation

and is assuring that the best Warsaw investigators are on the case.

The four casualties are the security guard and three cashiers.

Age ranging from 23 to 31 years old.

- One of them leaves behind a young child. - It's my fault.

- It was my birthday. - All right, all right. Easy now.

Here you go.

Watch your head.

Daddy, a lady's here to see you.

We'd like to talk to you down at the station, sir.

Is there anyone to look after your daughter?

What do you want from me, huh?

Why aren't you out there finding those fuckers

who made my daughter an orphan?

Daddy…

Dad, it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Number 11?

Over there.

Mr. Kacper Surmiak?

Yeah, what do you want?

I need you to come with me.

Good morning.

Morning.

You always this lucky?

- I wouldn't say so. - Hmm. And yet.

You were supposed to be at work that day.

That's right. I was.

- But you traded shifts with-- - With Mietek.

With Mieczysław Wielgusz.

So why did you trade shifts with him?

I had my friend's swearing-in ceremony that day.

What time was the swearing-in?

At 12 p.m. in Wesoła, the mechanized unit.

At what time did you leave Warsaw?

We left at 10:25.

- We? - Yeah.

Me and two friends.

Write their names down for me.

The swearing-in dragged on into the evening.

But it's not every day that one of your friends joins the army, right?

What time did you leave?

About… 20-25 minutes past ten.

You trained to be a security guard too?

Yes, that's right. We all trained together.

Marek, me and Kacper.

So why don't you work in security?

It's not for me.

Too nerve-wracking.

Besides, as you can see, I bought a business.

And where did you get the start-up money?

Borrowed it from my mother.

Once the business gets going,

I won't have any trouble paying her back.

So, what do you think?

Will he pull it off?

At times, they will be enduring temperatures

of minus 27 degrees. They'll have to conquer…

In the winter? I don't think so.

Last time, he did it in the spring. That's a lot easier.

He seems like a man who once he sets his mind on something, he doesn't let go.

Some people are like that.

In case you remember anything else.

The swearing-in, um,

it pretty much saved Kacper's life, didn't it?

Glad I didn't get the car washed.

Good morning.

We're looking for Marek.

Uh, 10:25.

You remember that precisely.

- Yeah, why wouldn't I? - Where are you working now?

A bank.

I'm a security guard.

But not the same one as Kacper.

And is it a good job?

A job is a job.

Apparently there's layoffs coming. Who knows how long I'll be there.

- You breed them? - Yeah, it fell out of a nest.

So I took it in.

That was noble.

You happen to have a hunting license by chance?

My grandfather does.

Mm-hmm.

Wow. That's pretty impressive for his age.

Ah, he comes from that generation.

- What does he hunt with? - Double-barreled shotgun.

And an old hunting rifle. It's a Czech 36.

We're gonna need to bring those in to the laboratory

so that we can check them out.

You got a warrant?

No, we don't.

Then you won't be taking them.

Relax the attitude.

We can come back with a warrant. But you wouldn't want that.

Joking.

Funny.

Funny, wasn't it?

- Shouldn't we wrap these up? - No need.

The guns are clean.

He gave them up way too easily.

So what, you wanna charge him with poaching or something?

Times are tough.

There's no harm letting him sell a rabbit or a duck.

None of our business. Open it.

Why'd you take the guns?

I just wanted to keep him on his toes. That's all.

All right, quiz time.

What do you think points to him?

He knows how to shoot, isn't afraid of blood.

He needs money. That gives us motive.

He needs money, you say?

That motive could apply to half the country.

All these guys have alibis.

A few dozen witnesses saw them at the swearing-in.

These guys' memories are just a little too good, hmm?

Some things they remember,

and others they don't, and that's normal.

But they all agree on what time they left,

down to the very last minute.

- Hmm? - Right.

10:25.

So.

You'd rather we weren't looking at them, right?

- They're young. - Hmm.

Since when does being young exonerate someone from committing a crime?

How can you be so sure about these guys?

I recognize desperation when I see it.

When someone has made a mistake

and it's too late for them to undo it.

Do you know that guy?

Szwed.

That bank manager said the false alarms

kept going off on October 21st. You remember that?

- Mm-hmm. - Do you have the schedule?

Hand it over.

- Here you go. - Of course.

Have a look.

October 21st.

Kacper Surmiak.

Let's go.

Can I finish, at least?

When I was your age, I never ate.

Red wins, black loses! Step right up! Step right up!

DAY 3

What condition is it in, Rysio?

Fully stocked, fresh coat of paint, transport included.

Great!

- Thank you. - Rysio!

- See you later. - What's up?

You selling something?

Yeah, my stall, why?

What are you talking about? We had a deal.

Well, I got a client ready to pay cash.

Business is business.

Earrings!

Low prices!

Who's first? Step right up!

Red loses, black wins! Try your luck!

There a problem?

- I wanted to buy the stall. - You mean that booth over there?

Inspector, did you wanna buy something?

I got some nice stuff.

No. I'm good. Maybe some other time.

I've got batteries, cables, anything electronic! Right over here!

Although, uh,

Wielgusz. Mietek, the security guard.

What about him?

Was he one to break the rules at the bank?

…at our stall only

- No. Never. - Uh-huh.

He was a really good guy.

Easygoing.

Smiling, liked to crack jokes.

Did Wielgusz ever train you to use the alarm?

He trained all the guards. Why?

Best prices!

Someone turned off the alarm.

That's why it didn't go off on the day of the robbery.

Who do you think could've done that?

Excuse me.

- Do you work here? - Yes.

Can I try these on?

Sure, go ahead. There's another pair too. Here.

Everything you see is made in the USA. Only at my stall.

Do you think I did it?

That I killed my coworkers then drove to my friend's swearing-in ceremony?

What kind of person would actually do something like that?

Best prices!

- Weird thing about that alarm though. - Yeah. Really weird.

All right, see you later.

All earrings! Low prices!

Rysio.

What?

Can I borrow your car?

- Yeah. - Thanks.

I want it back with the tank full.

Hello, sir.

This is for you.

Fucking idiot!

- Take it easy! - Can't keep your mouth shut.

Get off me!

- What a fucking moron! - Leave me alone!

What the fuck were you thinking?

What's the matter with you?

Listen to me, you shit.

- We fucking told you! - Hey!

- Guys! What the fuck? - Don't you fucking call me an idiot!

What the fuck are you doing? You wanna kill him?

He thinks it's all his fucking money!

Can you please explain to this imbecile that we can't touch the goddamn money?

I fucking give up!

I needed it, all right?

You paid off the video store?

Yeah, but I took a loan.

Are we supposed to be taking care of your business now?

- You're the only one who needs money? - I had to invest more.

Buy a new VCR for copying and tapes from Germany.

Oh, is that right?

I guess all that German porn ain't cheap, huh?

- What was I supposed to do? - I said we were not to touch that money.

Those are new fucking bills! They have serial numbers.

They'll catch us in less than a week, Bartuś!

A fucking week! You get that?

Polish zlotys.

They can trace the zlotys.

But we have dollars and German marks.

We can exchange them.

If you want, I'll talk to someone.

Can we trust them?

Fuck.

So, Kacper?

Set up a meeting.

Gadacz is snooping around.

Yeah, he came by.

And?

I didn't tell him anything.

Get off me!

Let's get our dollars.

You heard him.

Come on.

The opening of the subway will be attended

by state officials as well as Prime Minister Józef Oleksy

and Warsaw authorities.

The ribbon cutting will take place at the Wilanowska Metro…

…up to Kabaty.

Kabaty.

It's in the middle of bloody nowhere.

The location of the metro isn't the point.

It's whoever controls it.

Hmm?

My old bosses bought those plots of land for peanuts.

And now their grandkids

will never have to work a day in their lives.

There he is.

PSYCHOLOGICAL CLINIC

Are the other bank employees supposed to be showing up too?

Yeah. They told them it was mandatory.

All right, then. Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?

Do you have a family?

It's just me.

Your parents?

My father died a while ago.

And your mother?

She died five years ago.

Come on, Ola. Let's go. Come on.

A MONTH EARLIER

MUNICIPAL CHILDREN'S HOME

- Hi, Kacper. - Hey, there, guys.

Hi, Kacper.

Ewa!

She's gone.

Excuse me. Let me call you back.

Where's my sister?

- Have a seat. - I asked you, where's Ewa?

With a new family.

- They're interested in adopting. - Yeah?

When were you planning on telling me, huh?

Kacper, there are rules. You know I can't do that.

You promised me.

It's not like I can hide her!

This is my job.

- I told you I needed more time. - How long have you been saying that?

But I have a job now.

I-- I have my own business.

I can take care of her.

Have you asked her what she wants?

Who are these people?

- I want their address. - This is her chance for a new family.

She's already got a family. Don't you get that?

You knew, huh?

Who are they?

Please.

Ewa?

Ewa!

Ewa, can you hear me?

Look, I think it'd be better if you left.

Just let her come outside.

Just a few minutes, then I'll leave.

This is her chance for a new life.

You wanna take that away from her?

She loves these. Tell her it's from me.

We don't have to talk.

But whenever you feel like it, you can say anything here.

I think it would be a good idea if you came to see me regularly.

- Could we get a wiretap in? - At the shrink's?

You're mistaking us for who you used to work for.

- What? - We don't do that anymore.

We don't have time to… to tail them and…

All right, forget it.

What's this shrink's name?

Lewicka.

- Anna Lewicka? - Anna, yeah.

- What, do you know her? - Hmm.

Yeah, you could say that.

All right.

You gonna let me in on the plan?

I don't think you're gonna like it.

May I help you?

Yes. Sir.

Uh, excuse me. Sir!

Hello, there, doctor. You remember me?

Uh, Basia. Thank you. Everything's all right.

Kacper Surmiak.

I'm bound by patient confidentiality.

Not a problem. I'm not bound by anything.

Doctor, you don't have to answer any of these questions.

Your old colleague Stefaniak.

Professor Stefaniak.

I hear he's now the head of the ethics committee, isn't that right?

If he'd gotten a passport back in 1980,

hmm, he'd probably be treating Swedish pensioners of their hemorrhoids.

Although, thanks to your confidential denunciations,

he never got it.

So he stayed in the country and became a legend of Solidarity.

One could make a strong case that

you actually launched his political career.

But it's unfortunate that he doesn't even know how much he owes you.

What do you wanna know?

Like I said.

Kacper Surmiak.

He hates himself.

He doesn't believe anyone could ever accept him as he is.

That's why he needs to control people.

He likes control.

Go on.

Find out if there's any way we could rent a place next to Surmiak's.

Then get a fully equipped surveillance vehicle.

I want them monitored.

Yeah, about that

surveillance vehicle. It might be a problem.

I know where a few of them are collecting dust. I'll get you the details.

It's someone I know.

All right.

Can you pull this off, Drabik?

No fucking way.

Attaboy.

Don't let him get in your head. He's old school.

And you're working for me.

Here's everything I have on him.

Except what his Security Service friends managed to burn.

Have a read. You'll see why even his daughter doesn't wanna know him.

I need you to tell me everything.

Who he talks to, what about, who helps him,

what he eats and when he takes a shit.

And if that means you have to follow him into the crapper, then do it.

Then write me a big, beautiful report.

If you don't wanna do it,

just say the word. I'll find someone else to take your place.

No, I can do it.

DAY 5

Good morning.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Hi.

Hang on a sec.

- Ah, come on. - Boss' orders.

Arms.

Kacper.

Jacek.

How much have you got?

$13,000.

You rob a fucking stagecoach?

Okay, gimme.

Kacper.

All right, one of you goes in.

Just one?

Yeah.

- Jacek. - You fucking heard me. Wait here.

Stay.

I think you fucked up the exchange rate.

Where's the rest?

You get it when I get a fair exchange.

You got a problem?

$13,000.

- That's 30 grand in new zlotys. - Come on. Let's take a walk.

- Get off! - You're fucking with me.

Oh, come on.

That's not nice.

You think that since your friend did a few jobs for me

and I sold you some cheap vodka, you can come over here

and make a scene?

Fucking hell.

First of all…

- This isn't 13,000. - All want is a fair rate.

Second of all, now listen…

You don't think I know where you got the money from, you little bitch?

Fuck.

What would happen if I called the pigs right now?

Look at me!

Here's what we'll do.

You'll give me 13 grand

and treat it as an investment.

It's good business practice.

Well?

Boss!

DAY 6

You know th-this place, don't you?

Mm-hmm.

I never would have guessed that you'd go so quickly from sleeping on Styrofoam

to a ministerial palace.

Look at w-what's become of us, Tadzio.

Yeah.

You've got a w-week,

then they'll kill the case.

What about you?

They'll probably replace me w-with their buddy.

- Sorry. - I'll manage.

F-F-Fuck it.

But they'll th-throw you under the bus in two weeks.

Oh, yeah?

So, if you've g-got anything on those assholes

from the bank to tighten the screw, n-now would be the time to do it.

There's too much money in play.

You know how it is.

I also know how easy it is to cross the line

and make a mistake that you can never ever take back.

And I know that…

you know something about the consequences of my mistakes too.

And so does m-m-my speech therapist.

You weren't the one who beat my head in.

No, but I allowed it to happen.

And that's why you're d-doing this for me now.

Just make sure you see this case through to the end.

Listen.

You need to wrap up this investigation within a week.

Or I might just remember a couple of beaten-up students

and put you on a soul-crushing trial

that even your commie friends would be impressed by.

Nice-looking hat.

And that stutterer

with the Stockholm Syndrome won't be able to help you.

Good luck.

Ready, Minister?

DIVORCE 1986. WIFE AND DAUGHTER SOUGHT FRENCH ASYLUM. SURVEILLANCE ADVISED

Here.

Thanks.

What?

Nothing. I'm going to the bathroom.

Bathroom is a bit of a stretch, isn't it, babe?

Just stop, all right?

How long is this gonna go on?

What?

Living in this dirty shithole.

I said we'd move to a nicer place soon, didn't I?

Instead of some place

that's gonna cost us two grand per square meter,

how about finding a place where we don't carry a piss bucket down four flights?

Hey. Listen, I made you a promise.

Didn't I?

Two years ago.

You've been saying that. We're still in this shithole.

Instead of shooting your mouth off about some fancy-ass new place,

why don't you get a real job?

My father's offer is still on the table.

I'm not shoveling your father's shit.

- You like this shit better? - Yes, I fucking do!

Come here.

I don't know how you were able to do this for so many years.

- Where'd you get that Walkman? - From Kacper.

- How's the sound? - Listen to that bass.

Whoa! It's even got auto-reverse.

DAY 7

- Cool, right? - Hey, Monika.

Later.

Does it have auto reverse?

It's, uh, a gift from my fiancé.

He must love you very much.

Yeah, well, he better.

Mm-hmm.

Can you tell me a little more about him?

You know the police came to see me?

And?

They showed up at my school.

Everyone was looking at me like I was a thief.

They went to see my dad too.

What for?

They were searching the entire farm.

Looking for cash from the robbery.

How many times do I have to tell you I didn't do it?

So explain to me why

you seem to be the only security guard they suspect.

Because I was the one who traded shifts that day.

Do you think I'm that stupid?

I think you've been looking for any excuse to break up,

and now you found it.

I wanted to start a family with you!

But all you think about is that brat who doesn't remember who you are!

Get the fuck out.

I said get the fuck out now!

So why all the theatrics?

I brought two patrols, half the village came to watch.

But we didn't find anything.

This Kacper guy never even goes there.

I know.

The point was never about finding anything.

What it was about was shaking the tree to see if anything would fall from it.

So, what fell?

She left him.

I really hope he did it.

What? Are you having doubts now?

No, I'm just hoping we didn't fuck up

an innocent guy's life. That's all.

Sorry about this. A pipe burst.

I told them to turn off the water valve, but…

We'll get you a new room.

No need. Don't worry.

This will be your room.

Make yourself at home.

Thanks.

Your daughter?

She wanted to live with her dad.

I'm sorry.

Who is he?

An English major. Teaches at the university.

What they call… an honest man.

Hmm.

Did you try fighting for custody?

Did you?

Yeah, I did.

But it didn't work out.

There you go.

Things don't usually work out for people like us.

The only thing I really regret

is that I practically never see my granddaughter.

Not a whole lot of room for Sunday dinners in this job.

She looks like you.

Don't count on breakfast.

I hate cooking, so I don't do it.

- I'm leaving first thing anyway. - To do what?

It's not about "what."

It's about "where."

The shrink mentioned something about a state farm.

I didn't see a thing about it in Kacper's files.

I'm gonna go have a look around.

- Hey. - Hmm?

What color is this?

Green, why?

Just green, nothing else?

I don't know. Bottle-green?

Ah! Exactly!

Bravo.

DAY 8

Good morning.

Morning.

Who you here for?

Just wanna ask a few questions, actually.

Kacper doesn't come here anymore.

When Zosia died, they took both the kids.

- Uh, both? - Yeah. Him and Ewa.

He must be grown up by now.

What do you want from him?

Hmm. Nothing really, just information on a case.

Do you know, he was the only one from our village

to win the Mathematics Olympiad?

The high school accepted him without an entry exam.

And what about his mother Zosia?

When did she die?

About five years ago.

But I'm not talking about that.

Can I help you?

Who are you looking for?

Zosia Surmiak.

I can't find the grave.

Zosia…

Over there.

Why is she over there?

Look, it's just…

It's not a good thing to talk about.

You mean suicide?

When they closed down the state farm, there was nothing left here.

No jobs, nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing.

All that with three mouths to feed.

She took out a loan.

Started getting harassed.

Those greedy bank fuckers sent in their debt collectors.

It's hard to take. Poor kids though.

The boy's all grown up. Good guy.

Brought flowers up here recently. Over there.

Did you ever see him come up here with anybody else?

Yeah, sure. There were three of them.

That Marek kid from the Nowak family. Big guy from all that fieldwork.

And, uh, Bartek, Artek.

Whatever the fuck his name is, he seemed like a deadbeat to me.

Although,

if anyone looked at him the wrong way,

the other two would beat the living shit out of them.

These three stuck together.

Eventually went their separate ways.

One moved to Warsaw.

The other lives with his grandfather in the country.

Such is life.

So, where's the grave?

Over there. Behind the wall.

- Hello? - Hey, Pocket.

Find out which orphanage Ewa Surmiak ended up in.

- Who's Ewa Surmiak? - Kacper's little sister.

- He has a sister? - Yeah, and I don't know why.

But there was nothing written about her in any of our files.

In my time, we would've had a complete file on her alone.

Call me at this number.

And hurry up. I'm freezing my ass off here.

Pocket again.

Ewa is with a family on probation.

They're getting to know each other.

Since when?

They started taking her home in March, but as I'm sure you understand,

these things take time.

We can't just randomly place children with anyone.

They've suffered enough.

What about Kacper? He ended up here too, didn't he?

Yes, with his sister after their mom died.

He moved out when he turned 18.

Left for Warsaw.

He said that once he earns some money, he'll return for Ewa.

But…

Does he know about the adoption?

Yes, I told him recently that we had found her a new family.

When was that?

When was what?

When did he find out?

DAY 9

Morning.

You didn't tell us the whole truth, did you?

You guys didn't meet at the security guard training.

You asked what connects us, so I told you. We did training together. Check it out.

You consider yourself smarter than most people, don't you?

What can you do?

But it seems like your luck with women is kind of bad.

She'll be back when things calm down.

No, she won't.

You know what you can do?

Fuck yourself.

I'll tell you what I can do.

I can pay a little visit to your sister and tell her everything.

How you brutally murdered three innocent women.

How do you think she'll feel about you then?

She'll hate your guts and never wanna talk to you again.

And this isn't goodbye. This is "see you later."

You know what you're asking?

I'll pay you back.

Or I'll work it off.

- You know I'm good for it. - Grandpa, are you watching?

Get those heels down!

I can set him up for you.

Clean it all up.

But you'll pull the trigger yourself.

Got it?

You enjoyed it, didn't you?

Not really.

If you didn't enjoy it, then why'd you do it?

I needed the money.

I'm not talking about the robbery.

I'm talking about those three women.

'Cause something was finally up to me.

It was only supposed to be a simple robbery.

Eh. What do you want?

Can't live without the job?

I forgot my shoes.

They're expensive, and I need them.

Can I come and get them? I'm going to a swearing-in ceremony.

Yeah, sure.

You want some tea?

Motherfucker!

You were still shitting your diapers

when Szwed and his friends were buying me drinks

and picking up my dinner tab.

And that simple little bank job is gonna cost you at least 25 years.

And maybe you'll even get the rope.

Who knows?

Maybe they'll make an exception for you, and you'll become the last Pole

to be hanged.

A page in history.

You'll have to catch me first.

And you can't.

You got nothing on me. You got no murder weapon.

And you can't get around my alibi.

Eventually, I'll find something you've missed.

Never fails. People like you always miss something.

Go back to the country. Get drunk, get laid.

You're gonna miss that when I put your ass in prison.

DAY 10

Tell me, Tadzio. What good is a horse?

It costs a shitload of money, and it doesn't even know it works for you.

It's got that 40-kilo runt on his back and probably thinks he's his master.

Maybe it doesn't give a shit

who it's working for. Hmm.

Maybe it just likes running around or being in the fresh air.

Or passing other horses on a track.

Maybe that's all they like.

Gotta watch your ass.

If they came to me, they can always go to someone dumber.

Wanna help me put them away?

Tadek…

You know, I like talking to horses.

Hell, I'll talk to a hyena if need be.

But you know I can't talk to pigs.

Thanks, Henio.

Oh, fuck me.

Have a look at this.

It looks like our suspects got a speeding ticket

on the day of the robbery.

What is it, Ola?

Here, look.

The road from Warsaw to Wesoła.

This is the shortest route right here.

And our geniuses went this way.

The longer way?

Yeah, way longer.

Why?

The speed trap.

The only one on this road.

Uh-huh.

They wanted to secure their alibi.

- Drabik. - Yeah?

Your eggs are burning.

Good morning. Papers, please.

All right.

All right, move it out!

On the double! Fall in!

Move it, soldier!

Ten-hut!

Keep those eyes facing forward! All right, at ease!

I was gonna work in security,

but then they ended up drafting me.

- How's your career going? - Better than I thought.

Kacper Surmiak.

- He was at the swearing-in, right? - Yes.

But like I told your colleagues, all three of them came.

Marek, Kacper and Bartek.

My commander gave me a break to let me hang with them for a bit.

They're good guys, and they brought a bunch of booze.

Hmm. Moonshine?

No, not moonshine. Some low-quality watered-down stuff.

Marek used to work for a guy, and he used to sell it in bulk.

I mean, I know nothing about it.

But I'll tell you this.

We drank it for two days.

- Two? - Yeah, they brought the vodka a day early.

The night before the swearing-in ceremony.

We had to check if the stuff was any good, right?

The next morning at the swearing-in, I was feeling pretty green.

It felt like I was gonna puke my guts out.

- I was still loaded as a rifle. - What time did you finish drinking?

Hmm, I don't remember.

Around dawn.

I went for a nap, but the boys drove back home.

It went well, and the commander was happy.

Even let us have a barbecue the next day.

There was a bunch of trash to burn so…

…why not let us grill up a couple of sausages, right?

Where was this barbecue?

Here.

Twelve minutes!

Fucking hell.

Okay.

- Twenty. - Yeah.

- Four left, 20. - One.

- Four. - Now careful, 70.

Got it.

Where's the rest?

You said there'd be one and a half million!

Fucking hell, we're late.

Fuck me.

Fuck!

- The whole day? - No, no, no!

Pretty good, huh?

Okay.

- Did you actually bake it yourself? - As if!

When would I have time to do that?

I thought you really baked it.

- All right, here you go. - Hurry.

What the fuck, man? You said there'd only be one guy!

I don't fucking know!

Masks.

Quick.

DAY 11

Sweetie?

What's the matter?

Bartek, just look at me, okay? What's going on?

Sweetie, what's wrong?

Major, one of the three guys ended up

in the emergency room today.

- Which one? - Bartek.

He was at the bank with his mother withdrawing money, and he passed out.

The doctor said it was stress and anxiety.

- A panic attack. - Thanks.

I brang the tape back.

Brought it back.

That's what I said.

You didn't rewind it.

There's a fee for that.

I'm not paying for that.

All right, fine. Get lost.

Uh, some guy wanted me to give you this.

How did it go? Did you do it?

All right, good job, kid. Here you go.

Anytime.

Hey.

Take a break for a while.

We got anything?

Hey!

He's got a visitor.

- Oh! - Hello.

I'm so glad you're here, boys.

I don't know what's going on with him.

- He won't eat or sleep. He just cries. - Don't worry, ma'am.

We'll take care of him.

I dreamt about that cashier again.

- Calm down, Bartek. - The one with the bag over her head.

- I keep seeing her torn ear. - Shut up!

Show me the photo.

What's this photo?

Did you seriously do that?

Do you see an earring anywhere?

You can't because the bag covers her neck.

He knew about the earring,

because they did it.

It's still circumstantial.

- What do you want then? - How about evidence?

These recordings won't hold up in court.

We need something. I don't know, like the murder weapon.

The stolen money, maybe. Anything concrete.

What we have here is the weakest link.

- It's yours. - Thanks. Hmm.

Here.

MADZIA'S FIRST COMMUNION

I promise to give it back.

Fantastic! Is it good? You enjoying it?

- Oh, God! Come here, you!

Ooh!

- Now this is what I call a happy family.

Kacper, it's for you!

- Hello. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I can't-- I can't go on like this.

Bartuś.

- What are you talking about? - I-- I-- I have to confess.

Bartuś.

We talked about this.

All for one and one for all, right?

Son of a fucking bitch!

Move!

Gadacz speaking.

Go ahead.

Uh, of course. Yeah.

Listen. You're doing the right thing.

Meet me in 20 minutes at the station.

See you there.

Ola!

Ola!

Hey, Pocket!

What?

Bartek called.

He wants to talk.

Hurry up. We have to get to the station.

Oh, fuck.

Where'd he go?

- I don't know. He just ran out the door. - Where?

I don't know where he went. He was in tears when he left.

Made a phone call and ran out.

- Come here. Come here!

Gadacz speaking.

- Bartek, is that you?

- Bartek?

Bartek Sawczuk. Has he come in yet?

Why?

Fuck!

Bartuś!

Bartuś!

It's okay.

- Easy. No. - Leave me alone, man. Please don't!

It's all right now.

TWO POLES IN ONE YEAR

I know it's hard, man.

But we can't give up now.

You hear me?

After a month or so…

the case will die down.

You'll start spending money.

And all our bad dreams will go away.

You hear me?

You'll see. You'll buy a-- a new car. Huh?

An Alfa Romeo.

You've always wanted one.

We'll…

We'll pick up lots of chicks with it, yeah?

The ladies will love us.

You've always wanted an Italian car, haven't you?

You'll buy other stuff too.

Fuck.

We killed this kid.

This kid was a murderer.

If anything, we killed a murderer.

Do you really believe for a second

that this kid was heading to the station to talk?

And then suddenly changed his mind?

And then went to the other side of town to hang himself?

It was Kacper.

He got rid of the weakest link.

DAY 13

He was our Bartek.

I had to do it.

He was gonna rat us out.

- And we'd all go down. - He was our Bartek!

What other choice do you think I had?

If he'd testified, it would've all gone to shit.

And I've gotta get my sister out of there and back with me.

- I gotta get her out of there! - No one will give her to you.

No one.

They will.

I'll have a good job.

I'll also have a regular income.

And I'll finally be able to look after her.

Because that's what I told her I'd do.

You don't get it, you dumb shit.

She doesn't need you anymore.

She doesn't even remember your mother.

Shut up.

And you just don't get that

Ewa needs a normal life.

I'm her only family now!

I always admired you.

Brother.

- Hands in the air! - It was self-defense!

I said hands up!

He was gonna kill me.

Turn! Stop! Turn around!

On your knees!

I said on your knees!

Hands!

Get 'em behind your back!

Handcuffs!

Marek…

Marek was gonna kill me.

Got something, ma'am.

Impressive job.

Three strikes, each one lethal.

He didn't leave anything to chance.

What are you doing? Are you fucking crazy?

What? Do you think we should interrogate it?

Are you absolutely sure you don't want a lawyer?

I have nothing to hide.

Good. Please tell me what happened then.

Marek dragged Bartek into this.

Into what exactly?

The robbery.

And naturally, you had nothing to do with it, right?

You recognize this?

Yes, I do.

I even borrowed it a few times for my girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend.

I borrowed it a few times for my ex-girlfriend.

I didn't know where Marek got it from, but I eventually, I figured it out.

Ania, the cashier at the bank, had a Walkman like this.

Which one is Ania?

This one.

This one?

Why are you showing me this, huh?

Marek used me.

And Bartek too.

And that's why Bartuś hung himself.

Give us a minute.

Ola.

The fuck is he doing?

- Is this the way you wanna play it? - Play what?

Son of a bitch.

Tough, aren't ya?

You think you can kill six people and go home and put your fucking feet up?

I have no home.

Piece of shit!

Apparently, you're not as good as you think you are.

A few years ago, we would've handled this differently.

It would have been all over for you by now.

You fucking miss it, don't you?

You know what? Maybe I do.

But I've still got enough to put your ass in a cell for a very long time.

You've got fuck all.

Any lawyer will get me out.

That's where you're wrong.

I've got a witness who saw you burn evidence.

Who the fuck is that? Some shitfaced soldier?

He was so wasted, I could've cut out his kidneys,

and he'd only know two days later.

Then how about I just fucking kill you?

What the fuck?

Get the fuck in there!

Open up! Open the fucking door!

I bet you didn't see this coming, did you, you piece of shit?

They'd find an old Security Service agent,

who'd lost everything and didn't give a shit anymore!

Who'd be real fucking happy to pull out one last weed.

- Open this fucking door! - Go ahead.

- Come on! Open up! - I know you can do it too.

Listen! Open the fuck up!

Open this fucking door!

Open up!

Just so I'm clear,

am I being detained?

If I am, I wanna file a complaint.

I also want a lawyer.

We'll see to it.

Make sure you don't leave town.

Pocket, I think I know where Kacper got the gun from.

Keep an eye on him.

Colonel, I'll be needing to have a talk

with the soldier who was on watch on the night of November 3rd.

I understand you're not familiar with our rules.

But that's impossible.

All right, I get it.

You wanna protect your people, and I respect that,

but if you don't bring me that soldier in the next two minutes,

I'm gonna raise the biggest fucking shitstorm

that they're gonna can your sorry butt.

And you can wave goodbye to your early retirement.

You were on duty that night, right?

Yes, sir. That's right.

Listen, whatever happened,

they won't do anything to you.

Trust me. You have my word.

But if you want me to help you, I need to know what happened that night.

I…

I lost my gun.

What gun?

Glauberyt.

PM-84.

And when I woke up, it was gone.

I got scared. People go to prison for that.

And did you report it?

No, 'cause I found it.

When?

Fucking tell him!

When people were gathering for the swearing-in.

Before noon.

Where did you find it?

Mm. In the bushes by the tower.

I don't know how it got there. I… I'd checked earlier, and it wasn't there.

I only found it later, before noon.

Anything else missing?

Or did you just find your gun lying there?

Well, a few rounds were missing,

but I knew if I reported it, they'd make my life a living hell.

I got everything. Let's fucking go!

Kacper!

Kacper?

Fucking hell.

No. No, no.

Get him out of here.

DAY 14

Cover formation.

Shotgun!

Police! Anyone in here get on the ground!

Hey. What?

Hey!

Hey! Stop! Hey, you!

We're setting up blockades on all exit roads out of town.

We can't let this guy get away.

He's murdered six people so you're all authorized to shoot on sight.

Center mass.

Make the necessary attempts to bring him in alive.

He was last seen driving a stolen taxi cab.

Color, olive green.

License plate number WUD 7274.

I know where he is.

Go ahead.

All units, report.

- Stop. - Who's in charge?

Czarek.

Ah. Good morning, Major.

Hey.

I need you to hold off for a bit.

I know this kid.

You don't need to go in guns blazing.

Uh. I don't know, Major.

Come on, please.

Pass the trunk.

- The trunk? - Got it. Yeah, that's it.

This goes here.

And this here. That goes with the stump.

- Mm-hmm. - Uh…

- Here. - Here.

There we go.

Kacper.

It's time for us to go now.

We just have to

finish the tree, okay?

There we go.

It's time to go.

No. Kacper, stay.

Come on.

Finish it without me, okay?

You're gonna be fine. Don't worry.

Let me come out alone.

Hey, it's okay.

Kacper…

The ceremonial signing of these merger documents

concludes the months-long negotiation process.

Thanks to the privatization and fusion of these two banks,

a national champion will emerge,

which can be a calling card of our country and a source of pride for all Poles.

This new institution will not only be the largest player on the domestic market,

but will also be able to compete with the largest banks in Europe.

Poland is entering the financial forefront.

This is the 19th day of Marek Kaminski's

lonely march to the South Pole.

The Polish explorer is approaching the halfway point of a journey

of almost 1,500 kilometers.

According to the organizers,

the polar explorer is feeling well, and his expedition is proceeding with--

Congratulations.

You didn't wanna come?

Without a badge? You can't get in without a ticket.

They got what they wanted.

They don't need me anymore.

So I guess this is it then?

You got new stripes on your shoulders, and I…

I go back to being a civilian with a dirty past.

And a few extra charges.

Was it really only about getting your job back?

I don't know.

This job is the only thing I'm really good at.

Is that what you think?

I was a real shitty husband.

And no better as a father.

Even my own mother said I was selfish.

It really wouldn't have taken much of an effort on my part

for her to have been proud of me.

She was dying less than 20 kilometers away,

and I was too busy chasing down some minor Solidarity members.

I didn't give a shit about promotions or the Mercedes that they gave me.

All I wanted was to be good at something.

You know what that was?

Being able to see through everybody's mask.

I could sniff out the dirt on anybody out there.

Because I knew that everyone…

was just as much of a liar as I am.

When they first assigned me to this case, they, uh…

they made me promise to report your every move.

Yeah, I know that.

- Hello. - Hi.