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I'll leave as soon as I find out who killed her.

She lived in a bubble. You can't see evil from here.

Those guys are from Kaliningrad. We don't mess with them.

What the fuck for? Cause they've frightened you?

You didn't tell me it would be so posh.

Let's do something about it.

A teacher's got the hots for your wife?

What on earth did I give you this foundation for?

This is new evidence in the case. Put it back.

You don't give flowers like that as a gift.

What flowers?

I don't know. Nobody touched them except me and my father.

Your father? Maciek, you will kill an innocent man.

Maciek!

Look out!

Please, leave! You're not supposed to be here.

Now, now.

Is she a family member?

As I said, his condition is stable,

but the next hours will be critical.

Is it that bad?

Excuse me.

Maciek is tough. He'll get off scot-free.

Mr Jacek, if his condition is stable, we need to go.

Ewelina, will you stay? I have to...

I'll be back in two or three hours.

How did you know that I'm gay?

Are you?

- My father mustn't find out. - I wasn't going to tell him.

What about old Dabrowa?

I'll tell him that it was a bluff for Maciek.

- Thanks. - Under one condition.

- Excuse me! - Yes?

- Can I have a word with a friend? - The superintendent is waiting.

I know. Literally a few seconds. The superintendent won't be mad at me.

You won't have time to finish a cigarette.

- Well, all right, but just a moment. - Thank you.

Mr Sebastian, I don't know what to tell you...

Let's walk.

Here's the plan: We testify in favour of Maciek.

He did not want to kill me, he wanted to commit suicide.

The three of us were looking for him. Me, you and Mr Pawel.

I saw him at the harbour, as he walked with a gun into the woods.

I don't know how to thank you...

We'll only pull this off if we all say the same thing.

One more thing: Walewska's phone. You've got it, haven't you?

Not anymore.

So, who has it?!

Well... I gave it to the police.

What police?!

Does he know what to say?

Yes, but there is a problem -

the superintendent has already got Walewska's phone.

It will be hard to defend the boy.

We absolutely must stick to our version of events.

How come he didn't aim at Sebastian?

You said something else at the scene! What the fuck, man!?

He didn't aim.

Maciek tried to kill himself.

It was a miracle we found him. At the last minute.

Jacek! I've got the evidence here!

Three hours ago, you asked me if it was possible to plead insanity!

Do you know what perjury is? Do you know the penalty for this?

But he... He didn't do anything.

If you'd caught that bastard who killed Walewska straight away,

none of this would have happened!

Sit down, sit down. Calm down.

Now... sit!

And you, I can lock you up now, right away, at once.

Just for that Mauser that you pinched from the poachers.

Illegal possession of weapons, giving false evidence,

storing weapons unsecured!

And the cartridges? And the ammunition?

So, lock me up! Just leave my son the fuck alone!

You know what? I'll tell you something.

I'll wait patiently until your boy gets better

and then I'll talk to him about what really happened.

And I'm putting you under fucking house arrest.

I've got my people stationed outside the hospital.

If they see you, you'll go to jail for three months.

Slawek, you're such a... prick.

- Hello. - Is that fat moron over there?

He's questioning the teacher. He just sent old Dabrowa home.

That son of a bitch. And I'm saving his kid.

Call up fatty and get the mobile from him straight away.

Let's not discuss this on the phone. I'm coming. Wait for me.

OK.

What about you? Do you always chase students in the forest?

No, not usually.

- So what were you doing there? - Mr Dabrowa called me.

But why you precisely?

He thought that Maciek was with me. I'm preparing him for a contest.

And what was Sebastian Molenda doing with you?

He saw Maciek walking with the gun near the marina,

towards the place where Joanna's body had been found,

and he followed him.

And how did you know where he would be?

Maciek's father saw that Maciek had taken the gun,

and he figured it out. It wasn't difficult.

Now, that's interesting, because old Dabrowa said

that it was a miracle that you had found him. In the last moment.

Maciek could have been long dead by the time we got there.

You're all lying out your arse. The lot of you!

You've twisted Sebastian Molenda too, haven't you?

Well, what?

Excuse me, it's my turn and you are pushing in.

And you cannot wait?

I've been waiting to be questioned for half the night.

Guess what, it's me who decides who will be questioned, and when.

Welcome Madame Prosecutor.

You call me here on the pretext of it being attempted murder

and I see that it is a failed suicide attempt.

You're making fun of me, aren't you?

- Witnesses are lying... - All of them?

Is the victim of alleged kidnapping lying, too?

Madame Prosecutor, the father of the suspect...

suspected of attempting to blow his brains out?!

I've never seen such a farce.

The deceased's phone that was found at the scene of the crime. Where is it?

It's right in front of you.

Did you fingerprint it?

- Yes. - There was no time.

- Is the man the one in the corridor? - Yes.

Is he the owner of the bar where the murdered girl worked?

He's a... well...

A manager. The father is the owner.

They've tested for paternity, right?

No...

You haven't checked the guy she was working for

and, from what I can see,

with whom she was probably having an affair, for paternity?

So, what the fuck do you do here?

- Any other men in the family? - A half-brother. Different mother.

- His connection to the deceased girl? - They were in the same class.

Hi, it's me. I'd like to see you.

Now.

I'll be there soon.

To the nearest flower shop, please.

Stashed the mobile away?

He hasn't questioned me yet.

I want the blood for DNA testing, by Monday.

From all three of them. The father and the two sons.

Grzegorz, mate...

- Don't 'mate' me, please. - We have a problem.

You have a problem. Give me that phone.

The prosecutor secured it. She just took it with herself.

Why the hell did you bring her down here?

Couldn't you have handled it differently?

I thought this piece of shit wanted to kill your son.

I thought you wanted me to put him in jail.

And I think you have a problem. With old Dabrowa.

- There is one more thing... - What's that?

Papinski, the papers!

What papers?

Give them to me!

- What is it? - Blood test.

Unfortunately, my hands are already... tied...

I love roses.

Doesn't your husband shower you with them?

Come off it!

Why would you even think that?

I think I saw him with flowers, in town, once.

Probably on the way to see one of his mistresses.

What makes you think that?

You just know things like that.

I'm sorry. If you don't want to talk...

It's not that.

So what is it?

These playgrounds for kids, sports pitches...

the fact that he gave this land to Kuminski...

That's the worst thing about it.

To find out, after 20 years, that you're just part of the furniture.

I'll never forgive him for that.

Maybe you should go on the offensive?

By continuing to sleep with you?

No. By regaining control of your own life.

Grzegorz, come in...

How's your son?

Bad...

What do the doctors say?

That he'll live...

Very good. Great.

Tasty. Wild boar?

Wild boar...

Do you want to see your son in jail? Do you?

And make a lot of trouble for everyone else?

Why the hell did you give Walewska's phone to the police?

I mean, why did you give them her phone?

- I... I wasn't thinking... - Clearly not.

From now on, you do just as I tell you to do. Got it?

Your boy's on a drip, isn't he?

So, be careful...

Anything can happen.

Don't you forget it.

- Were you in the hospital all night? - They don't let people stay all night.

Is it true Mr Pawel was there?

And Sebastian? What's that all about?

And did Maciek mean to shoot Mr Pawel?

Who told you that?

My mum's friend works at the hospital...

I've heard that he tried to set himself on fire...

- Set your fuckin' tits on fire, moron. - Shut the fuck up, arsehole.

Bujak the loser.

What the fuck do you want?

Respect.

What the fuck... Got new mates now or what?

Yogi?

If you want to go out for a beer at the California Club,

be by the fountain at 7pm.

- You think I don't know where you were? - I don't think you do.

Smoking?

There are two options, Grzegorz.

The first is that I go to our lawyer tomorrow and file for divorce.

The house, the children... I'll get everything.

Including the companies you signed over to me.

The divorce will be quick and by mutual consent,

because you surely don't want anyone looking into your financial affairs.

- Are you kidding me? - There's also a second option.

You give me full access to all of your accounts.

A breakdown of incomings and outgoings, and notarial deeds.

I've trusted you for 20 years.

Oh, and today, you'll make a transfer

to the account for the new scholarship.

What scholarship?

I'll email you the details.

Who will describe the term I've written on the blackboard?

You were there yesterday, weren't you? How was it?

Why did Maciek want to kill himself?

It makes you wonder.

Because of Joanna, right? He couldn't cope with it.

At the end of the day, that's not important. It's important that he recovers.

Quiet!

Who has read "The Sorrows of Young Werther"? Hands up.

So, you're familiar with the term "Werther Fever".

Perhaps this is the key to understanding what has happened to Maciek.

But Maciek didn't want to kill himself.

Walewska did work at the marina.

She was pregnant when she was found.

Don't you get it?

It's obvious that he wanted to kill Sebastian Molenda.

- What are you talking about, bitch? - Well, isn't it?

Hey! Julka and Jowita. Stop it.

What do you mean "hey"? This bitch is talking about my family!

Julka, will you just shut up?

I don't want to be morbid,

but maybe you should tell us what happened, sir,

to relieve all the tension that's in this room right now.

You're right. I was there. But we're here to have a Polish lesson.

Every man, just like any literary character,

finds himself faced with overwhelming situations, in life.

Situations he cannot comprehend...

At such moments, it's very hard to control oneself.

Most people experience these situations later in life.

For Maciek, it's happened earlier. Much too early.

Who wants to read a passage?

I will.

Start here, at "They are happiest..."

"They are happiest, who,

"like children amuse themselves with their playthings,

"dress and undress their dolls,

"and attentively watch the cupboard,

"where mamma has locked up the sweets,

"and, when at last they get a delicious morsel,

"eat it greedily, and exclaim, 'More!'

"These are certainly happy beings."

- Mr Pawel, be my guest! - Thank you. I'm close to home.

We need to talk. Please, get in.

And we cannot talk here?

I know a better place.

Good afternoon.

Are we going to the forester's lodge?

The final arpeggio's coming up.

Listen to it.

You have more luck than sense.

Sign it.

- What? Should I sign it? - Yeah. What? Do you want to go to jail?

I want to see Maciek.

Listen, consider yourself lucky you have influence with Molenda.

Otherwise, you'd already be in jail.

- Sign it. - The date is wrong.

Listen, nothing is wrong.

Four days ago, you found a Mauser abandoned by poachers.

You picked the gun up,

notified the authorities, I prepared a report,

and the next day I took the gun off you. And that's that.

And now, bring the rifle which Maciek shot himself with.

Please, welcome.

After you.

After you.

Gentlemen, this is Mr Pawel Zawadzki.

My kid's teacher.

- Przybylski. - Pawel Zawadzki.

Kuminski.

I've been observing him with interest and I must say,

he's blessed with charisma and ability

and full of endless surprises.

- I think you're exaggerating a little. - Well, maybe a little.

What's more, modest. A rare combination, these days.

We've heard a lot about you.

They say you achieved the impossible in Warsaw.

Fat lot of good it seems to have done.

Mr Pawel, we will have a sports ground in this town.

Just a little patience and a cooler head.

Since we're all here, why don't we have a drink?

Forget about yesterday.

So, here we are, amongst friends.

Let's drink to the man who saved my son.

Mr Pawel, thank you very much.

MAP OF DOBROWICE LANDSCAPE PARK FROM 1996

This is our sort of small management centre in nature.

We meet here, from time to time,

to discuss changes that could still be made in our city, what's missing.

And I thought about you.

There are not many people like you over here.

We have a proposal for you.

Mr Pawel, there hasn't been a working cultural centre

in Dobrowice for several years,

which, I admit, is quite a headache for our town.

But it just so happens

that the legal status of a beautiful building

in the centre of the town has recently been clarified.

And if someone puts in an application for cultural activity,

he's going to get it...

...for a peppercorn rent for 50 years.

Of course, you mustn't worry about the technical condition of the building.

We'll take care of everything.

There are huge EU subsidies for this sort of thing.

Mr Kuminski has a great team and experience in repairs.

It'll look like new in a matter of months. What do you say?

It doesn't have to be all poetry clubs and stuff, does it?

It could be a profitable café, a club.

Just play a bit of jazz and they'll call it cultural.

Gentlemen, you overestimate me. I'm just a humble teacher.

Just do as you're told and accept the fucking offer.

Calm down, Ryszard.

A man has the right to think before making a decision, right?

Mr Pawel will think about it, and I believe that we'll listen

to Duke Ellington or whatever you like more than once there.

Excuse me for a moment.

Let's have another one.

I'm searching right now! Yes, but what map?

A map of a park?

In what year? '96?

Yes, I have it. Yes, I'll bring it for you tomorrow.

Yes, personally.

No, no, thank you. Goodbye.

- Excuse me, I'm looking for the toilet. - Right behind you. Just go on in.

Misery.

- But you can't... - How come I can't...?

You can't. Look. You see? And to the fuckin' bank.

It's fuckin' easy to find you.

- Is anyone here hiding? - Certainly not from you.

We were to account for clothes and fags.

You were to call me. You play, you gain, do you, Kijana?

And what am I supposed to do?

A deal's a deal.

I thought we were going to wrap this up quickly and take care of the Russian.

You'll be wrapped up when I've finished punching your face in.

I've never done you out of any fucking thing, Adrian.

I've covered for you and Julka for a year, with my old man.

Oh, fuck this... Are you threatening me?

We're doing half of your old man's work,

and we'll spare no effort, if we have to.

- What the fuck? - Calm down. Calm down.

There's a first aid kit behind the bar.

Listen, they still haven't paid us for the fags. You get me?

When we get the cash, you'll have it.

And as for Julka - if there is something, call me. Roger?

Roger.

Come on, let's go. It'll heal in no time.

I'm going to kill this little poofter. Gimme that.

Mr Pawel, Sebastian will drive you home. I need to stay here for a while.

There is still one small matter. You may go now, gentlemen.

- Bye. - Goodbye.

It is about a scholarship,

that was established by wife and myself.

A scholarship?

In Joanna Walewska's name.

I'd like you to be a member of a chapter.

Let's talk about it over dinner at ours, tomorrow. What do you say?

I think that a form teacher would be a far more appropriate choice.

No. Ms Marta is too busy.

The schoolteacher, you know...

You are the one who really works with these young people.

Besides, my wife supports your candidature.

And you can't say no to your own wife, can you?

Anyways, I admire your enthusiasm

and involvement in these kids' affairs...

I never knew Joanna Walewska.

An exceptional girl. And very wise for her age.

Honestly, why such interest?

I came to the school shortly after her death. Everyone talked about it.

- Somehow it came about naturally. - I understand.

I won't keep you. See you tomorrow night at my place...

Son of a bitch.

Autumn cleaning?

Nothing relaxes you like raking leaves.

And I was on a trip today, outside the town. In the forest.

Grzegorz Molenda invited me to his house behind the Dabrowas' lodge.

- It's odd. He never has anyone over. - No?

No. Five-meter-high fence, three pit bulls.

Photoelectric cell.

He even brought a building crew down from the mountains.

We heard there were gold door handles and antiques inside.

People joked that it looked like Versailles.

I haven't seen any antiques or pit bulls there.

However, I met some gentlemen from your files.

I think they want to invite me to the club.

Sounds like a final warning. Maybe you should slow down a little.

I can't, really. I guess because I provoked the situation myself.

You beat around the bush too much.

You see, I made a mistake,

because I assumed

that Sebastian Molenda had had a history with Joanna Walewska.

But more than likely, I got the son and the father confused.

Do you have anything other than intuition to go on?

Not yet. Although I saw Molenda destroying a map,

which he'd promised to give to someone.

That's his style. I wouldn't be surprised

if he had some kind of device that was tracking

what goes on behind closed doors in half of Dobrowice.

- Come on... - Come on?

Who builds a house in the middle of the forest, where no one can enter?

Mr Leszek, you can enter anywhere.

Hey...

Ewelina...

Ewelina, get up, girl. What are you still doing here at this hour?

I'll stay a little longer.

You can barely stay awake. I'll stay with him.

No, just a minute.

Do you think he can hear us?

The doctors said that it was absolutely impossible.

Maybe it's better this way.

He won't torture himself with all of this.

He won't torture himself with Joanna.

I wonder if you would have liked her.

She was the complete opposite of Maciek.

Did she know what she wanted to do with her life?

I was always laughing at her. I called her 'Mrs President'.

I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd become one.

She always had things sorted. Like clockwork.

Everything?

Maciek didn't know that once Joanna'd left school,

she'd no intention of staying a minute longer in Dobrowice.

She worked to save enough money.

Once she'd left school, she'd have been off to Barcelona.

Anywhere but home...

She had a plan. She wanted to go there and work in a bar

and go to drama school.

She would have done it, for sure.

Why didn't she say anything about this to Maciek?

Because it was her secret.

Only I knew about it.

And you want to know a lot about her.

- Good morning. - Good morning, good morning.

- May we begin, Doctor? - Yes, go ahead. Hi.

It's good that you've come.

Why drag people here on a Saturday, as if this had to be done today.

Relax, Slawek. Everything will be fine.

And it didn't hurt at all.

Just in case.

What's this?

A blood sample consent form.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Very pretty nurse. Come in.

Mr Pawel!

- Good morning. - Good timing.

Good morning. We apologise for being late... Madame.

Thank you. Please, come in. Come in.

The members of the committee will be me, Mr Pawel Zawadzki and Ms Marta,

who wasn't able to join us today.

Once a year we would choose the five most talented graduates

and award them a scholarship to study abroad...

This is very generous of you.

I believe that every child should have their chance.

What do you think about it?

Yes, it's true,

Polish universities produce thousands of useless postgraduates.

Studying abroad has real value.

I don't understand what this has to do with our daughter.

Ewa, your meds...

I wouldn't want anyone badmouthing... I'm sorry.

To put our daughter's name to anything.

Mrs Ewa, what happened to you is the worst possible kind of loss.

There's nothing worse.

We just want to honour the memory of Joanna.

A talented, wise student,

who would have made all of Dobrowice proud.

After all, these kids have dreams, plans of their own.

They want to get out of here.

Let's face it, there's a world outside this town.

You know, the problem is not

whether someone wants to get a scholarship or not...

It's about Mrs Ewa wanting something to come out of this tragedy.

I hope you haven't changed your mind about the idea.

No, no, but I understand...

Ladies and gentlemen, Joanna, too, had her dreams, after all.

She wanted to go and study in Barcelona...

Barcelona? First I've heard of it.

My daughter never mentioned anything about Barcelona.

All the same, that was her intention. Well, it was, as far as I know...

My son told me. She worked for him.

I think we'd better go.

Mrs Ewa, please, wait a minute.

You experienced something terrible, something... senseless.

And we just want to give it meaning in some way.

To do something good.

I'll have some more wine.

Dude, it must be a fucking great party.

Just like every other Saturday.

And what was that all about with Bujak today?

Nothing. Bujak is cool, but he needs to savvy a few things.

That's your fella, isn't it?

Hey, Jasiek!

What's up, Baniocha? Bored, are you?

You know, sir, the night is so...restless.

As the saying goes, if no one killed his mother-in-law till midnight,

he wouldn't do so by the morning.

So it would seem.

Bring me two hot dogs, a sausage with mustard, and a coffee.

Yes, sir.

Yeah?

Shit. I knew he would come.

No, let him go around. He won't find anything.

OK, leave him and come back.

Take the equipment. I have work for you.

Bye.