Fuck! Come on!
Fucking piece of shit.
Come on, you fuckin' son of a bitch!
FEEDBACK
TADEUSZ CAR REPAIR
Hi. You been waiting long?
Not really.
You told me to try to remember, right?
I found this at the train station.
Piotrek's wallet.
And you think that's evidence?
Now that it's all covered in your fingerprints?
- Piotrek was there. - Come.
I don't remember how I knew where they were going,
but I caught up with them.
At the train station.
I saw Piotrek getting dragged into an underground passage.
One of them stayed behind and beat the shit out of me.
He wore a black mask.
And that's when my wallet must've fallen out by the Chinese restaurant.
And there's one more important thing.
Piotrek wanted to meet me because he was afraid of them.
That, I remember perfectly.
He said, "Dad... those people are capable of anything."
After you left yesterday I had a chance to speak with your daughter-in-law for a bit,
and she couldn't explain something. Piotrek had a car, right?
Hold on. You don't give a shit about what I'm saying, do you?
Because you've already made up your mind that I was the one who hurt my son.
She claims that he barely ever drove it and was always lending it to his friends.
Your daughter-in-law is wondering where that car is right now.
It is registered in your name, right?
Hey, are you even listening to what I'm saying?
He was attacked by two guys.
One of them wore a mask. I didn't see the other one.
He might've had his face covered too.
But they were leading Piotrek through the station.
He wasn't anywhere near his goddamn car!
Yeah. I know. I know. And we're gonna check it all out. Believe me.
But if you really wanna help...
Eh... You might wanna try shedding some light on the gaps in Piotrek's life.
Hold on a sec.
You really think that's more important
than the fact that somebody kidnapped Piotrek in the street?
If you really think somebody hurt him,
we're definitely not gonna find out anything hanging around the train station.
Our time's better spent filling in those gaps in his life.
I gave the car to Piotrek right after you people took my driver's license.
I don't think I have to add why.
- It was a Volvo? - Yes.
XC90. Metallic paint.
It's a 2007.
- What do those go for today? - I have no idea.
You're looking for potential issues, right?
But his only issue is that he made enemies.
Now, he was afraid of those people, and he wanted to tell me about it.
Except I can't fucking remember who they are or why he was afraid of them.
All I know is that they came for him. Do you understand?
And I chased them into the station. That's what you should be focusing on.
Did he ever borrow money from you?
Knock it off, alright?
The other cops already asked me that when they picked me up.
No. There were never any arguments about money. Okay?
Piotrek was making a good living.
Look. All I wanna know is if he had any expensive habits we should know about.
Like what?
He's not into gambling,
or, uh, drugs of any kind,
Or alcohol, for that matter.
And when you were pissed out of your mind, sleeping around,
and whatever other crap you were doing, did everyone know about it
or did you at least try to be a bit discreet?
At least in the beginning.
The biggest mistake an alcoholic can make
is convincing himself that he doesn't care about anything.
If you convince yourself that you never actually cared,
you can absolve yourself of sin.
And after you absolve yourself,
you immediately start drinking again.
Oh, you're gonna get it! Come here, you!
Now!
Come here! Come here!
Ooh! Ho! Oh!
It doesn't make any sense.
You say they kidnapped him and put him in the car, right?
Then later, they give him a ride to the train station.
And the whole time they're wearing these stupid masks?
So, what? They just stopped him to buy him a ticket?
Or maybe the kidnappers all have monthly passes?
Tell me something, Ula. When did you become an expert on kidnappings?
- Sorry I'm thinking so logically. - Yeah, Ula. That's great.
Only problem is you weren't there, were you?
And Piotrek was afraid of those people. He knew they wanted to hurt him.
So, why didn't he go to the police? Why didn't he say anything to anyone?
- He did tell someone. - Yeah, sure he did. You. Just great.
The guy who can't remember anything. Are you sure you were even there?
Or is everything you're telling us just hallucinations from a drunk?
How about this? Did I dream this up? How do you think that happened? Huh?
- I bash my own head against a wall? - Maybe.
Everything was going fine. And suddenly Piotrek disappears and doesn't say a word.
To me, to you, to Kinga, just him. Mom, this doesn't make any sense.
Ula, please. We're all on the same side here.
I see. So, you're defending him now? After everything he did to us?
Ula, I'm really trying here. I don't know what else you want me to do.
If anything happens to Piotrek, I will never, ever forgive you.
You understand? Never.
Marcin.
You have to remember.
Hm.
Asia, I'll find him.
...from East Warsaw Station to Skierniewice Station
via stations Pruszkow And Grodz...
Listen, guys. I'm coming here with nothing.
Piotrek's nowhere to be found.
He just disappeared.
To my family, I'm enemy number one.
My wife and daughter both think it's all my fault.
And now the police are suggesting that
there may be things we didn't know about him.
That maybe he used drugs or gambled.
But Piotrek... isn't like I am.
I know that.
You know, if I'm being totally honest about this,
he really was a cocky little punk of a kid.
When he was a little boy, he...
He loved Peter Pan because he thought it was all about him.
And for me, that's um...
my last completely good memory of my son.
Okay. Shall we take a break or go right into feeds?
Feeds or feedback.
Who's first?
Yeah. That's the enlightening part in all this.
- Uh... - Sylvia?
Um, so... for Cugus.
Therapy helps us learn things about ourselves. So, we keep coming.
It's something we all ran away from our entire lives.
But here, we learn not to run anymore.
We were never taught that as children.
And eventually you'll find someone else.
Thank you.
Um...
For Marcin, uh...
Of course, the hardest part about feedback isn't speaking the honest truth,
but hearing it.
I don't think you can assume that your son is completely different than you are.
First of all, he's an adult child of an alcoholic.
You can't completely disregard what the police are saying
just because it doesn't exactly fit
with that nice image you have of Piotrek in your head.
Thank you, Sylvia.
Okay.
Please leave.
I just came here to eat something.
I'll call the police.
I swear to you,
I'll just have a bite to eat and take off.
Just do me a small favor.
Can you ask those guys to sit somewhere else?
Here.
Alright. You can stay.
But you're gonna be sitting right here.
I'll have whatever you recommend, my friend.
- Alright. So, what did he do then? - He deleted his online profiles.
He wasn't answering any of his texts or emails.
Nobody knew what was going on with him.
Except that he took off for a vacation to Thailand, no less.
- Wow. Well, that's something. - Excuse me, gentlemen. Sorry.
Hi, by the way.
I just... Uh...
So, listen. There's been a bit of a mistake.
I, uh... I'd reserved that table.
Well, you'll just have to take it up with the staff, then.
Yeah. So, anyway, I've already forgotten all about the guy.
But today I actually bumped into his sister on the subway, so...
I asked her if he had a good time on his vacation in Thailand.
- And she tells me... - Gentlemen, how 'bout I pay for your meal?
I know it's a little bit weird, but you'd be doing me a big favor.
Thanks! But we can afford our own meals. Okay?
- Anyway, so go on. - So, I ask her how her brother is.
And if he's back from Thailand yet...
Look, please, I can't tell you how important this is.
I really need to sit here. You understand, don't you?
Buddy, you're bothering us.
I'm bothering you, you piece of shit?
- Hey! - Huh? Are you deaf?
Now, get the fuck outta here!
- All of you! Go on! Get the fuck out! - Is everything alright?
Yeah. It's all good now.
These gentlemen kindly offered to change tables.
I'm terribly sorry. Please. Let me offer you a meal on the house.
You can shove that meal up your ass.
Help me remember, Piotrus.
Piotrus Pan!
Come here.
Hi, son.
Hey, Dad.
Uh-huh.
Not a bad place.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
See that? Guy looks like... Doctor Pai-Chi-Wo from "Mr. Kleks".
I haven't seen that movie.
How about that guy from Curse of Snake's Valley?
Think he looks like him?
Mm-hm.
Why you so tense? What's going on?
How's work?
How's Kinga doing?
Come on, Pioter. Talk to me here. You're the one who wanted to meet.
I really hate you.
Sir, I need you to leave immediately.
Thanks. I appreciate it.
They're letting you go this time.
But get yourself together, man, because I'm not gonna vouch for you again.
You got it?
I was only trying to remember something.
I need to.
You doing anything at all?
All I hear from you is, "Well he's gone, and he may or may not come back."
"He may have some dark secret. Blah, blah, blah." You don't give a shit.
Only when I bring you a fucking lead
do you get off your ass and briefly check it out.
This might interest you. We spoke to HR at the IT company your son was working at,
and he gave in his notice two months ago.
Impossible.
You might have to reconsider what you know about your son, Marcin.
MISSING PIOTR KANIA
Hello, excuse me. Do you know him?
Do you recognize him?
I don't want any trouble.
What do you mean, trouble?
There's no trouble. I just wanna to know if you recognize him.
We just wanna find him.
Here. At least take a flyer.
There's a number here. It's my friend's son.
His family is really worried about him, and they just wanna find him.
If you could think of anything that might help, please call them.
Do your friends have any idea that their son is a criminal and a thief?
Jadzia, one thing at a time. What did she tell you exactly?
Apparently, she first saw... Piotrek
as he was loitering outside her house.
Mm-hmm.
She thought he might be a courier.
Eventually, she asked him what he was doing there.
He said that... he was waiting for a friend or something.
Few days later, she was having trouble sleeping.
Uh... so, she came downstairs, and he was in her house.
- She saw him and that scared him off. - Hold on, Jadzia.
Look. This isn't making any sense. The kid's a programmer, right?
He works on video games. He's not a fuckin' burglar.
Think about it for a second.
Also, what would he be doing in Podkowa Lesna?
Yeah. But it doesn't hurt to check it out, does it?
I'll send you their address. Okay?
Jadzia, I know you mean well, but this is totally crazy.
Leave me alone, okay? Please.
I have to go. Good night.
- That'll be on the third floor. - Excuse me. Darkcode?
Yep. Take the stairs over there.
Yes. So, they're only open between 1:00 and 7:00 p.m.
Piotrek handled the analysis of development needs on all software levels.
Formulation of solutions,
negotiating with partners, troubleshooting, bug-fixing,
In a nutshell.
So, out of the blue, he comes in one day and just quits?
Uh, well, he started missing deadlines.
Refused to take constructive criticism and, in my opinion,
he just lacked a sense of responsibility.
Excuse me, I have to go.
I'm not done with you yet, pal. Get back here.
Did he start acting different or out of character recently?
He mention any problems? Or something he was having trouble dealing with?
All due respect, in my opinion,
it was a simple matter of him not being mature enough.
I really gotta get going. Sorry.
Is Lolus somewhere here? On this floor?
He hasn't been in for a week. He's on a medical leave.
If Lolus is lying, I'm sure it's because Piotrek asked him to.
That's it.
Shoes off.
Seriously, Kinga?
Look. Nobody kidnapped him, alright?
Why won't you accept that?
People just leave sometimes.
They disappear and don't wanna be found.
Piotrek was seeing someone else. Okay?
And he's probably having a lot of fun right now.
He's deliriously fucking happy that he managed to finally get rid of you all.
Good fucking riddance, all of you.
Kinga.
Kinga, Piotrek didn't have anyone else.
You're turning this into a conspiracy theory.
I'm turning it into a conspiracy theory? Have you heard yourself lately?
Except I saw it myself.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Then tell me something. Right before he disappeared,
he wired 100 grand to our joint account with a message saying, "I'm sorry."
Why would he do that? Huh?
And before that, why was he always going to help his senile old teacher?
Or shall I say his lover?
I don't know what more you need to hear.
Bet you'd love a drink. Huh?
Tell me about this teacher.
What's her name? He say anything else about her?
Seriously? There is no teacher.
He took that old car of his out of the garage
and said he was driving her to doctor's appointments
and helping her out with some tenant issues.
It was a bunch of bullshit.
She doesn't exist.
He just made her up for an excuse.
Because you know what?
He's exactly like his daddy is.
Thank you.
Do you know where that car is now?
Can you just get outta here?
TADEUSZ AUTO REPAIR
LAST CALLS: KARŁOWICZ
Yes. Hello. I'm calling to find out if, in the last several weeks,
you might've worked on a Volvo XC90?
Hm?
Metallic, 2007.
Thank you.
No. I don't know if it's been picked up.
Alright. I'll wait. Mm-hmm.
Yeah, but don't you have some kind of system to check which shop in Warsaw
could've imported parts for that particular model?
I don't think I'm asking the impossible here.
Really? And you can't even check for me? Is that too fucking much to ask?
Yeah. Sure. Fine. Thanks.
Thanks for nothing.
Hello?
Yeah. Yes, yes. I called.
It would've been about two weeks ago.
WORLD OF TOBACCO PODKOWA LESNA
BEETLE GROCERY STORE
PODKOWA LESNA
WORLD OF TOBACCO PODKOWA LESNA
Forget something?
You remember where it might've been towed from?
An intersection in Podkowa.
Need a ride?
- No, thanks. I'm not going far. - Call me tomorrow, then.
Yeah. Thanks.
Stay.
- Hey. How ya doin'? - Move over.
Jadzia, they took away my driver's license,
not my ability to drive. Alright?
Either you move over and let me drive or we're taking my car.
Non-negotiable.
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
Look. I'm sorry to bother you.
- I'm Piotrek Kania's father. - Who?
The boy who's gone missing.
The one you recognized from the poster I was putting up at the train station.
Piotrek apparently broke into your house.
Who is it?
Parents of the kid.
Thank you, but we don't drink.
Did my son ever break into your house?
Darling, come over here for a minute.
Look.
Yes. That's definitely him.
And... did you report it to the police?
I wanted to...
Excuse me.
You know...
Forgive me for being blunt,
but we're fairly wealthy people and, uh...
we didn't want any... unnecessary trouble.
And besides... ...what could he have stolen here?
Hmm.
I'm not stupid. I don't keep money around the house.
So then what was my son doing here?
It's highly likely that my friend's son was hurt.
Did you notice anything?
Nothing happened to him here.
I hate this fuckin' asshole.
Because he can drink, and I can't.
Even though I want it, I need it.
And without it, I'm just going through life like I'm crossing the desert,
thirsty, feverish, and dying a slow death.
And he can just drink to his heart's content.
Would you like something to drink, gentlemen?
Goska, cut it out.
That's all I know. Are you sure you don't want anything?
Fuck off, alright?
Would you, please?
He tried once before and screwed up, so he came back.
Except this time Bugajski caught him.
Alright.
You gonna take care of him?
Come on.
Let's go.
What do you do, if you don't mind my asking?
None of your business.
Is it that big a secret?
I get it now.
You two are journalists, right?
Yeah, that guy who's been calling me. He was the one who sent you, isn't he?
It's getting late. I think you should leave now.
I never stole anything from anyone. Nobody helped me out. Not even my brother.
Please. We'd like you to leave now.
This is none of your business, so keep your nose out...
Listen to me, you fuck.
My son is not a burglar or a thief. Are we clear?
He's just a normal young kid.
- What son? - What was he doing here?
Tell me what my son was doing in your house
before I beat the shit out of you!
That wasn't... your fucking son, was it?
- Please. Just get out of here. Alright? - Marcin!
Marcin. Marcin. Let's go!
Those people definitely could use some professional help.
You said before that you found a bunch of receipts in the car
from gas stations and shops in Podkowa.
And that's where they towed the car from. Right?
So, he had to have gone there for a reason.
Did he have a friend there? Could he have been having an affair?
He told his wife that he was going to help some senile old teacher of his.
But she says he was going there to get some action on the side.
Did she say anything else?
No. Just that he was supposedly helping out with some tenant issues.
And he was driving her to doctor's appointments.
He didn't happen to have mentioned her name, did he?
Piotrek was probably only saying what was convenient.
And we're both well aware of that trick, aren't we?
- And where was he towed from exactly? - From Turkusowa Street.
Hmm... Well, let's go, then.
Where to?
Just come.
She's kind of a local celebrity.
Well, celebrity's a strong word.
Some might say she's more of a shit-disturber.
Depends on who you ask.
Orszanska fights for tenants' rights in Warsaw and in Podkowa.
She's made a lot of enemies, but for a good cause.
MISSING PIOTR KANIA
You sure this is the place?
Come on!
Jadzia, there's nobody here.
She might be sleeping. We'll just wake her up.
Hello. What are you doing here?
- Visiting a friend. - At this hour?
Excuse me. What business is that of yours?
Do you live here?
Your friend isn't home, ma'am.
Are you gentlemen friends of Mrs. Orszanska?
Jadzia.
It's just that... there's been a lot of burglaries here.
Please leave.
Jadzia. Jadzia, give it a rest.
Excuse me. Are you gentlemen some kind of neighborhood watch?
Jadzia!
You still have a daughter, don't you?
Now mind your own fuckin' business or else.
Jadzia.
{n8}Jadzia!
BASED ON THE NOVEL BY JAKUB ŻULCZYK