Okay. Jadzia.
Hey! Hang on, okay?
Hey.
Fuck.
Jadzia, can you hear me?
Jadzia?
Hospital!
Fuck!
Fuck.
Jadzia, we're almost there.
Get a doctor!
Hurry!
Get a doctor!
INTENSIVE CARE
Jadzia.
Jadzia...
You still have a daughter, don't you?
Now mind your own fuckin' business or else.
Jadzia!
Someone!
Help!
This is your fault.
I hate you.
You have no idea what kind of people they are.
They can kill you just like that.
They're untouchable.
FEEDBACK
Hey, listen. I'll be, uh... I'll be right back.
Lukasz!
How you guys doin'? Looking good!
Listen. I'll be back in a minute, alright?
Sorry.
Hey, you feel like a drink?
So, the cops bust into the hotel room. Right? They ask, "What's going on here?"
And we go, "Gentlemen, don't fucking interrupt!
- "The Calgary Olympic Games are on." - Yeah?
"And we're the fuckin' Jamaican bobsled team, so just be irie, man!"
You also had that hit song. What was it called?
Ah... It's on the tip of my tongue.
"I Love You Like Russia".
- Yes! - Yeah, that's it.
A lot of people said it was kinda cheesy but I liked it.
And, uh... Overall, I thought it was romantic.
Mmm? So, uh, how would you like me to tell you a funny little story? Huh?
And, uh, nobody really knows about this.
But, "I Love You Like Russia"
is my song.
Your song?
Mm-hmm.
I played it once at a rehearsal, and everyone loved it!
Except Zbyszek, of course, because he thought it was a piece of fuckin' shit.
"Who the fuck loves Russia, anyway?"
But he ate those words when our album went platinum.
Right to the top.
Wow. Great.
You know what? I lost my friend somewhere. There's some drama going on.
See you later, okay?
All right. I'll be right here.
Right, um... Right here.
- Marcin fucking Kania! - There he is! Zbychu!
- Fuckin' guy! - You just about killed me! Woah, whoa!
You get your fucking teeth done?
Or did you rip them all out and get fuckin' dentures?
What can I say, man? The people still love me.
You fucking believe that? After all this time.
Come on, man! Let's do some shots and get shitfaced.
- And... - Zbychu, a birthday toast!
Let's get fucked up!
Yeah! Mmm!
Yeah!
Fuck!
- Hey, you old bastard! - Robercik!
Hey, Zbychu! What do you say to some powdered coffee?
Come on!
The fuck you lookin' at?
- Hey, dude. C'mon. - Who fucking sent you?
Hey. Fuck off!
It's cool.
- Whoa! What are you doing? - Hey! Hey! I'm cool. I'm cool.
- Just stop following me, alright? - It's cool.
Ah... we got him! We got him!
Yeah!
Get up.
I said wake up.
Hmm.
Piotrus...
I'm not feeling so hot. Just...
let me sleep a bit.
Hmm.
Turn that off!
Are you fucking deaf? Turn if off!
I'm not leaving until you agree to get treatment.
Hmm.
Piotrus...
Get me, uh... Get me somethin' to drink, will ya?
Ahh.
Uh.
Either you agree to get help... or you have to move out.
Hmm.
And if you don't, then,
Mom and Ula are gonna move out, and you can drink yourself to death.
- Ugh. - And it won't even take all that long.
Hang on a minute, what's the problem here, son?
I just... went a little overboard. That's all.
Give me the water. Alright?
This is a list of treatment centers in Warsaw.
Are... are you serious?
Piotrus...
It was Zbyszek's birthday yesterday.
We partied hard. I'm sorry. I overdid it.
But I really don't think you have to turn it into such a big deal.
Do... do... do you think I don't notice when you've been drinking, Dad?
Mm.
Ever since I can remember, you've always been loaded.
Mm?
When was the last time you were sober for two days? Hmm?
Or... even one day?
Hm! And you say you don't have a problem.
Mm... There never was a cockier boy than Peter Pan.
Stop. Stop quoting Peter Pan. You're not funny. Just fucking stop!
Listen.
This is my home.
And you have no right making any demands, you got that?
You wanna fucking boss me around?
Is that it? Then have me fucking committed.
Go ahead. Good luck.
- Now give me that fucking water. - Nothing gets through to you, huh?
You have no idea what you're doing to us. Here, fuck you.
For your information,
when you stumbled in here last night, you were yelling and screaming
some kind of bullshit about everyone being against you, and...
Ula was trying to calm you down.
And you know what?
You fucking hit her.
Your own fucking daughter.
Huh.
Alright. So, your daughter gave us a list, uh... of some of your son's friends.
We haven't been able to talk to all of them.
But the one we're most interested in is,
uh, Krystian Lolewski.
Yeah.
Lolus, huh.
Unfortunately, he wasn't at his current address,
so we checked his mother's place, and he wasn't there either.
What about Orszanska?
You been there?
And our next issue, uh...
We're gonna need details about Piotr's social media accounts.
The IT expert couldn't find anything. Looks like his computer was wiped.
Piotrek never had any kind of social media.
I don't understand why we're sitting here talking about Lolus and social media.
If anyone knows anything, it would be Orszanska.
Her neighbors haven't seen her for the past few days.
We're trying to locate her.
So, suddenly, everyone just fucking vanished into thin air?
Is that what you're saying?
Explain to me how you plan to find Piotrek if you can't locate anyone?
Ula and I tried to find information on her.
Yeah, but there's not a whole lot out there.
I found a few articles in the press.
Uh, about her heading up some kind of tenants' association.
She was arrested a few times after some protests.
And she replaced that woman,
the one who was burnt alive in the Kabacki forest.
Mm. Kalska.
- Yeah. - I'm familiar with the case.
But Piotrek never even mentioned her.
He also didn't mention that he hadn't been working for the past two months.
Czarek. Come on. Let's go to Podkowa. Now.
We'll go back to Podkowa when we have something concrete.
Okay. Hold on! A woman in hospital with a broken jaw and a concussion,
that isn't concrete enough for you?
It would be if you provide us with descriptions of who did it.
That would definitely help.
How many times do I have to tell you they were wearing black masks. Remember?
What more can I fuckin' describe? Their eye color? Their shoe size?
If you really wanna help, it would be great if you could locate Piotr's friend.
Mm-hmm.
Mm. Tell him to come into the police station.
Explain something to me. What are you even doing here?
I told you they threatened me.
Actually, we're doing quite a bit more
than we usually do for a missing persons case.
You're not doing shit! I have to give you everything on a platter. Everything.
The train station, the masks, the wallet, Podkowa. Everything.
I even had to find Piotrek's fucking car on my own!
You remember us talking about your son's car?
I do.
You told me to find the car. And I did because you couldn't be bothered.
Then later, you asked about the business card in the wallet.
I said it didn't matter anymore.
We actually found the car in a repair shop in Ursus.
You're really something, Karlowicz, you know that?
I put in a call to you.
But you didn't pick up.
Yeah, and I called you back. Don't you remember?
Hi, Czarek.
Thanks.
Marcin, is there something you're not telling me?
Maybe it'd be best if you and Ula stayed in a hotel for a little while.
- Huh? - Why should we?
I don't know, just in case.
We don't know who we're dealing with here.
We have no idea what they might be capable of.
- I just wanna be extra cautious. - Wait a minute.
What if Piotr...
What if they don't find him?
No, that's impossible.
It is possible.
Impossible.
- Good morning. - Hello.
Are you looking for someone?
Uh, no.
Brought you some crossword puzzles.
But I can see you already have a few.
These are better, actually.
Here you go.
Huh.
I'm so sorry, Jadzia.
For dragging you into this. I'm sorry.
I've already given the police descriptions of those motherfuckers.
But, as I suspected, they don't think I'm a reliable source.
So they're gonna wanna talk to you.
Do you think you might be able to describe them?
Bugajscy.
Hold on. Say that for me again.
Mm. Bugajscy...
Bugajscy? No, I'm not asking about them.
I'm asking about those two guys.
At Orszańska's. Do you remember them?
The ones who attacked us.
Don't you remember?
Jadzia.
I'm gonna catch those fuckin' assholes.
They're gonna pay for what they did. I swear.
Mm.
Hello, is anyone there? Hello?
I'm Piotrek Kania's father. I wanted to talk. Hello?
Mmm.
Get cleaned up and go to the store.
There, I made a list.
Don't.
Why are you being like this? Huh?
I'm trying here. I really am.
I'll believe you're really trying when you get some professional help.
Asia. I don't need some shrink explaining to me why alcohol is bad.
Do you think I'm blind?
Huh? You think I don't know that this has gone foo far?
So get help, then.
Guys, hey. Have I not done something?
Huh? Do I look like some wino living on the street?
I just had to get a grip, that's all. Haven't I done that? Huh?
I haven't had so much as a beer in the last two months.
Things are good.
Your father's going to the store. Do you need anything?
I don't have a father.
You seriously surprised?
Alright, listen.
I know. I know this is all my fault.
But, guys, please. It's... it's Easter.
Either you get professional help
or there's nothing else to talk about.
So you want me to go right this very second?
Or is it alright if I get the shopping done first?
So, you'll go to therapy?
Yes! If that's what it takes to satisfy all of you, I'll go! Yes!
When?
I'll go after Easter.
What's up, Robercik?
I'm out shopping.
Yeah? So, what do you care?
You know my situation. I might be able to sit down for a coffee.
Look! Just leave me alone. Alright?
Life without drinking is horrific.
Because it's an existence that requires constant refraining.
Constant abstaining.
The tension on your muscles is torture.
Your inner voice always saying, ''No. No. No.''
Constantly denying yourself something you know will bring you instant relief
and let you smile again.
Asia, hey. Uh, what was I supposed to get again?
I gave you a list.
Well, can't you just tell me?
Unsalted butter, baking soda, baking powder,
apples, flour, eggs, onions,
yeast, uh... and rectified spirit.
What do you need the spirit for?
The cake.
What did you think?
Dumb, dumber, dumbest.
Bad, terrible, the worst.
Two months of hiding and sneaking around.
Two months of sweating, pain, convulsions, with no reward.
I can try to be nice and helpful but, in the end,
I'll just get kicked in the gut again.
How many times can you apologize or beg?
Sometimes, I think, ''Why should I believe them?''
Maybe I never hit her at all.
Maybe... they're lying to me?
Taking advantage of my situation and using it as an excuse to kick me out.
As if that's not possible? Like some families wouldn't do that?
No. It's not that I'm not good enough.
It's that I'm too good.
Excuse me.
Excuse me. Sorry.
RESTAURANT
{an8}ICON OF THE TENANTS' MOVEMENT, MAŁGORZATA KALSKA, FOUND DEAD
{an8}PRESS SECRETARIES REFUSE TO GIVE ANY INFORMATION
Can I get you anything?
I'll have a schnitzel, a Coke,
and two shots of vodka.
- Bring the shots first, please. - Okay.
BURNT BODY WAS FOUND IN THE KABACKI FOREST
Look who's here.
Sorry, guys. Do we know each other?
Kania, are you for real?
Tomeczek?
Come here.
Hey!
We're in Wilanow. Classy, gentlemen. Fucking classy.
Sławus has done well for himself, huh?
- Slawus! - Marcin Kania!
You are a sight for sore eyes!
Come here, you nut job.
- Marcin, long time no see. - Hey...
- I occasionally hear from Zbyszek. - You guys are still friends?
Yeah. Of course we are. We got a lot in common.
You know, Zbyszek is a great guy.
- Mm-hmm. - His last album... was pretty...
It's fuckin' terrible is what it is.
The old stuff was great. You know, from the first album.
Do you know why they were great? Because you fucking wrote them.
Thanks but I just played the bass. Hm!
Zbyszek tells me you've written songs.
Beautiful melodies. But you keep them locked away.
And you only play them when you're drunk.
Says you'd be a billionaire if you weren't so shy.
Do me a favor and get me another drink, would you, Slawus?
What are you doing now, Marcin? Working on a new album?
Nah!
I've Invested some money. Not a fortune, of course.
I'm just dabbling a bit.
- So, what's this new investment? - Ah. Apartments.
Huh.
Zbyszek helped you with those investments, right?
Those apartments that you bought?
It's all bullshit and ancient history.
It wasn't that long ago.
It's not bullshit.
What was it?
About five years ago?
Hold on. Mm.
Mmm...
Hello?
Mm-hmm.
The world is made of faith and trust and pixie dust.
Piotrus!
Hello?
Piotr... Piotrus?
Hm.
Mm?
I'll tell you, Marcin, 'cause you might not know this.
But all this property business that Zbyszek does, he does with me.
Mm-hmm.
This was my idea.
Meaning what?
You have an apartment on Ochota. Don't you?
Yeah. Two even.
We were the ones who reclaimed the lots for this investment.
And now... we're sitting on the board.
What a small, small, small, small world.
Mm.
Marcin...
Hey...
- Marcin... - What's up, man? Get up.
Get a hold of yourself.
Hey, have a shot. You'll feel better.
Hey!
Marcin...
Hey, get up...
Hey!
Why are you staring at me like that?
Hey! You deaf?
Are you deaf?
You fat fuck!
Get the...
Get the fuck off me!
Get the fuck off! Fuckin' prick!
The door! Marcin, out the door!
Here.
Huh? Huh? This'll make you feel better.
Snort it. Snort it.
Here. Grab a second helping.
It's great to see you, Robercik!
Listen.
Kania, fuck, I can't believe you picked a fight
at Slawek Kurzyna's house.
You're gonna have to apologize to a few very important people.
They just realized that... that I'd... seen through them.
And they wanted to stop me.
From doing what? The fuck are you saying?
We need to pick up some groceries.
Let's go for a drink. Huh?
Then, head to my place. You can get some rest and wash up a bit.
And then go back to your family for Easter breakfast.
Baking soda, spirits, tinfoil, and yeast.
All the fucking stores are closed.
- How much are they paying you for this? - What?
You cut some kind of fuckin' deal with them?
- No. Stop it. - How much are they paying you for this?
Fuck. You know what? You're fucking unbelievable!
I'm just trying to fuckin' get you home.
- I'm trying to fuckin' help. - Fuck! How much?!
Knock it off! Ah! Marcin, please!
Did we take any mugs from home? Huh?
Or glasses at least?
Listen, if you want something from home just call me. Okay?
We don't want you just showing up.
It'd be best if you just forgot the address.
Don't have to be so cocky about this Peter Pan, seriously!
Have a seat.
I'll make some tea, and we can talk.
- Feel like some takeout? - You even hear what I'm saying?
Piotrus.
Wait.
I know, uh...
I know you tried to let me know how bad I was being.
But I see it now.
And I'll get the help I need.
I'm gonna fix everything, I swear it.
Hm? I promise.
Mm.
See ya, Dad.
See ya.
THE PUPPET THEATRE
Hi, I'm Marcin.
And I'm an alcoholic.
I've been sober for a month.
This is my first time here.
I've been through detox.
And I'm still looking for answers. That's why I'm here.
After my last bender, I was in an accident.
My friend Robercik was driving.
Car flipped over.
And it's all my fault because none of this would've happened if I hadn't called him.
And I don't remember what happened.
But he was definitely driving too fast.
And, um... unfortunately,
he suffered a fractured spine.
Christ, Marcin!
I'm sorry, Kinga. I didn't mean to startle you.
I thought you might be here, but... didn't wanna let me in.
- I don't wanna let you in! - Kinga, I need to find Lolus.
Help me find him, and I'll leave.
Kinga, please. I don't know what you think Piotrek did, but it's not true. Alright?
He didn't cheat on you. That teacher really exists! I swear!
She really exists. Listen.
Just listen. It's true, okay. Her name's Bozena Orszanska.
She's some older lady, and I don't know why Piotrek didn't tell you everything.
Just so you know, I'm calling the cops.
This woman is the head of some association
made up of people who are against privatizing apartment buildings.
And I don't know yet what Piotrek had to do with all that,
but I know she was the one who got him mixed up in something.
Piotrek didn't cheat on you. There was no one else.
Someone just hurt him. I swear.
911, What's your emergency?
Hello?
Sorry, wrong number.
And?
Lolus might know something, but he dropped off the face of the Earth.
- What about his mother? - Cops already went to see her.
How hard did they try?
'Cause she sure as shit kept him away from being an adult.
So, keeping him away from the police would be piece of cake for her.
I've sent you a pin.
Thank you.
Give me back your key and get out.
- It's not my fault! Okay? - Shut up, punk!
Piotrek asked me not to say anything.
Yeah? Well now, Piotrek has no fuckin' say in the matter.
- Karlowicz isn't here. - What do you mean?
He isn't here. Come back tomorrow.
I'll just come back tomorrow.
I swear.
Shut the fuck up and sit down.
Sit down!
Hey. What day is it? As in day of the week?
Sunday.
Alright. C'mon. Come on!
My mother said she's got cancer.
Things aren't looking too good.
Actually, they're, uh...
They're bad.
And... I'm not gonna lie...
Czarek!
Um...
Uh...
I had a few drinks before coming here today.
And...
I just don't want anything to do with this. That's all.
You don't want anything to do with what?
Tell him what Piotrek told you.
Fucking talk!
He said he's working for some organization.
A tenants' association or something.
And that he has to help them or there'd be more dead bodies.
That the woman they found all burnt in the forest was just the beginning.
And how was Piotrek supposed to help them?
Piotrek's a fuckin' amazing programmer.
So, he was supposed to help them with anything that has to do with computers.
That's all he said to me.
And that's the last time I heard from him. I swear.
So?
Is that finally concrete enough for you?
It's not necessarily linked.
Not necessarily?
My point is that we have to walk in there with an open mind,
so let me do the talking.
Don't go mentioning masks, kidnapping or assault.
And that's if... anyone's even there at all.
Czarek. My son suddenly quits his job,
gets involved with some tenants' association,
gets kidnapped from the street, I get assaulted outside the house
of the boss of that association.
Then, they threaten to hurt my daughter.
And you think this is all some huge fucking coincidence?
In my job it's never a good thing to assume you know everything.
So don't assume you know anything. That's all I'm saying.
Can you just explain something? Help me understand.
When you drive your car, you put your life in the hands of some saint. Don't you?
Because your driving skills aren't good enough. Right?
You're not the one actually driving.
It's Saint fucking Christopher who's doing the driving.
You might as well down a fuckin' bottle of scotch or put on a blindfold.
But when you're actually working a case, you think that analyzing
completely obvious cause-and-effect relationships is unnecessary.
That's not assuming. It's fucking logic!
When people sober up, they start to remember things.
Things that were hidden by their drinking.
Some people find pills helpful. Others CrossFit.
Most of us just start drinking again.
I tend to lean on whatever is closest.
Man, I don't give a fuck about what works for you, what doesn't.
I don't give a shit what you do about your drinking.
But what I do care about is what you're doing with my son's case.
And in my opinion, that's where you keep relying on some invisible fuckin' faith.
And you think that I... I don't know, made it all up?
Or that none of it is connected.
Alright. This is it.
Hello. Cezary Karlowicz, Criminal Bureau of the National Police Headquarters.
Um, my mom's not here, and she won't be home today.
Can we come in?
Do you have to?
Be easier if we did. It shouldn't take too long.
My mom already told the police everything. Our lawyer can confirm it.
She acted in self-defense. She didn't attack first.
- We're here about a different case. - Ms. Ewa?
My name is Marcin Kania, and this is about my son, Piotrek.
Piotrek worked for the organization that your mother runs.
My mom doesn't run any organization anymore.
She's in the hospital.
She had a stroke.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Thank you.
Can you tell me how Piotrek got involved with the association, what he did there?
Ms. Ewa?
I don't know. I think he found Mom on Facebook.
Piotrek wasn't on Facebook, or any other social media for that matter.
What exactly did he help you with?
I'm just curious. Mm.
Hypothetically, if Piotrek wasn't from a rich family,
would you still be here with his working-class father
asking me all these questions?
Piotrik's family reported him missing.
I'm doing everything I can to find him.
And I'm not interested in the family's financial situation.
What I am interested in... is what you know about Piotrek Kania.
Ms. Ewa.
All I'm asking here... is to have a conversation about my son.
That is the only reason we're here. Okay?
We, uh... noticed that the last few months Piotrek...
I don't know, drifted apart from his family.
And your mother's association is the only part of his life
we didn't know anything about.
We had no idea that he was interested in these things.
What "things" do you mean?
Give me an example.
Like people getting evicted onto the street?
All I wanna know is, you may have gotten to know a few things about him
in the last few months that we knew nothing about.
And maybe you could help us find him.
Piotrek handled everything having to do with computers.
I guess he was looking for purpose in life, I dunno.
It just happened to be us.
After Kalska's death, my mother took over everything.
The entire association was like a bunch of lost children.
The average age was 70.
Piotrek saw that we were having trouble handling it and wanted to help us somehow.
So, he volunteered to set up a website for us
and uploaded all the documents about illegal reprivatization.
I know about Kalska's case. I may even have spoken to your mother.
My mother told you everything.
She gave you names of specific people and specific places.
A lot of good it did her. Nothing ever happened!
Ms. Ewa, can we get back to Piotrek?
Did you also take bribes from the town hall?
My sole reason for coming here today was to talk about Piotrek Kania.
His father is here on behalf of a family. And you're not helping the situation.
They smashed our windows.
Threw firecrackers and set fire to our front door.
Mom was beaten up at the train station. She was saved by a transit worker.
All the big newspapers printed articles that were paid for by developers.
They said my mother was deceiving the Social Insurance Institution.
That she took out loans in my grandma's name.
That she's a drunk. And a convicted criminal.
And you knew all about it.
Ms. Ewa, please. Let's get back to Piotrek.
Who killed Kalska? Who pays for all this? Who's kicking people out onto the street?
You knew everything, and you did nothing about it!
Miss, I came here to have a civil conversation.
But I can just as easily bring you down to the station
and have you answer my questions there.
It's up to you. Now what'll it be?
Get the fuck out.
Get out of my house now!
Just so you know, my friend is in the hospital too.
We were assaulted here, outside your house.
Probably by the same people
who attacked your mother at the train station and kidnapped Piotrek.
What the fuck are you talking about?
I'm begging you, please. What do you know?
What do you know about my son?
Why don't you ask Homer Zork?
Who's Homer Zork?
Never mind.
You couldn't just have a normal conversation?
You had to provoke her?
Don't worry, I'll get a warrant. That won't be a problem.
What's so fuckin' funny?
In case you hadn't noticed, she knows where your son is.
You can all imagine what a nightmare the last few days have been for me.
I'm sure you all noticed the state I was in. Right?
But now, for the very first time...
I get the feeling that... Piotrek will be found.
I mean, I know it. I just do, and that's that.
This absolute certainty...
It's like something I've never felt before, and...
I just know we'll all be together again.
All of us.
And thank you for your support,
for your kind words, the posters...
That's it.
Yeah. It's me. You called? What's up?
Forest ranger found him.
You need to identify him.
BASED ON THE NOVEL BY JAKUB ŻULCZYK