Let's roll.
Oh, Zbychu?
I'll be in touch.
Sure thing, Slawek. Talk to you later.
Piotrus?
Wait up a second, okay?
Well.
Yeah, we're all good.
My friends really took a shine to you.
- You need a ride anywhere, Piotrus? - No, I'm good.
Okay.
25 KREDOWA STREET KAP INVEST, 900K, 3M
CZAPLINIECKA STREET
DECISION... THE BUILDING WILL BE MANAGED BY A NEW OWNER
8 CZAPLINIECKA APT 5
AN 80-YEAR-OLD VICTIM OF THE REPRIVATIZATION MAFIA
THREATS... FIRECRACKERS...
...DIED OF A HEART ATTACK
Fuck!
FEEDBACK
- Get out. - You killed my son, motherfuckers!
Fuck off! Fuck off!
Be a good boy and get out.
- Come on. - Fuck you!
He never did anything to you!
He didn't didn't do anything!
Nobody killed your son, Kania.
And it's horrible that you think that.
You killed him because he had you on tape.
He knew everything about you.
Have a drink, Marcin. You're a lot cooler when you drink.
So now you're drinking with your son's killer?
You're actually drinking with your son's killer?
Drinking with your son's killer.
After Kalska was murdered
the entire tenants' association got a second wind.
Reporters were crawling out of the woods to talk to them.
And these guys started spewing all kinds of bullshit
about dead bodies and firecrackers.
Our asses were on the line.
We had a potential buyer for that mansion in Podkowa.
But the Swiss fund would've backed out if they got wind of any
inquiry or investigation.
Don't try to justify it.
Be a man and admit that it was fucking Barti and Wrona who hanged him.
Then they beat the shit out of my friend,
for no fucking reason.
Why was that?
Because you wanted it.
- Because you were fucking scared. - I don't have to tell you anything.
- Everything okay? - Ah, he's pissing me off.
Were you there too, Tomeczek?
Were you the one telling them what to do?
I have no idea what you're talking about, Marcin.
Don't hold back, Sławek.
Explain it to me like I'm a fucking five-year-old
how a terrified kid,
who only wanted to fucking stand up for poor people,
suddenly became some huge threat to your business.
Tell me!
As I was saying, things were getting too hot.
We wanted to handle it more delicately, but we were running out of options.
And one day,
Zbyszek, uh, says, um,
"This place is just full of old people."
"And maybe... Maybe we ought to plant someone here,
you know, to help them with the online stuff."
"And it just so happens that I know this kid who's a whiz with computers"
What the fuck you talking about?
"Kania's son. Piotrek."
Hey, you old bastard.
Want some powdered coffee?
He recorded you. Exposed all your scams.
So why the fuck would he do that if he was supposedly working for you?
Yeah, well, your boy did turn his back on us.
So, consequently, I gave Zbyszek the boot.
And to put it mildly... ...he didn't take it all that well.
Hey, Kania? You smashed already?
Tell me, Kania... because I've always been really curious.
Why did you leave the band?
You were one of the greatest fucking rock guitarists in the entire country.
Amazing riffs flew out of you like diarrhea.
I think I know why.
Because you allowed yourself to be manipulated by that motherfucker Zbyszek.
He made you play the bass because he couldn't handle
having two stars in the band.
And then, years later, he suddenly does you a favor
and gives you credit for writing some of the songs.
You know why? Because I told him to do that.
He's fucked you over your whole life.
It's just too bad you never noticed.
How are you holding up there? Good?
So, if I were in your shoes right now,
I'd think very carefully
before you accuse the wrong person.
ZBYSZEK CELLPHONE
Yeah, a woman in Wola kept chickens and geese in her apartment.
Chickens in her apartment, are you serious?
You call these people tenants?
The city owes us a debt of gratitude for getting rid of all of them.
Mom, it goes on and on.
- Why don't we take a break for a bit? - No. I want to hear it all.
That's why I'm telling you to forget about trying to come up with
a compromise with those fucked-up broads at the association.
Let's just sign the contract.
Next in line, we work on the Potulickis' and Teichfeld's villas.
Do you think you could get me a list of all...
Your friend from Gigaplex just texted you.
Ewa, I can explain everything. I was...
- Get the fuck out. - Ewa!
I remember. The couch, the blanket, the smell of home.
Asia and Ula arguing about me.
And I remember lying on the road.
And before that, I remember everything at Sławek's house
and that moment of epiphany.
It was Zbyszek.
It had been Zbyszek all along.
I wanted to quit.
But I was afraid of Zbyszek.
I was afraid of those people.
They can kill you
as easily as you order a round of vodka shots in a bar.
Hey, Zbychu. Got a minute today?
Can I come over?
Nah. I just feel like talking, that's all.
Alright, see you.
People say that you lose your family over alcohol.
You don't lose them.
You kill your family over alcohol.
Day by day, year by year.
Until the only things left are ghosts.
Asia, Ula, me, even Piotrek.
We're nothing but ghosts.
What is it?
It was Zbyszek.
What was Zbyszek?
Marcin, stop! No. Please. No. I won't let you go.
- No, I won't let you go. Please! - We have to put an end to all of it.
- Marcin! - Otherwise, we'll never get over it.
- Doing this is not gonna bring him back. - Let go of the door. Drive.
- Please. No, don't do this. - Drive!
Get out of the car, Marcin! Please, don't do this!
Hey. Ah, Kania! What the fuck are you doing?
Are you out of your fucking mind?
You're sick, buddy. That alcohol's eaten away at your brain.
You should get some fucking help! Ow!
Fuck! Marcin!
You hired my son, right? You fuckin' shit!
And then Piotrek wanted out, didn't he?
Think about what you're fucking doing.
Fuck, Marcin. How long have we fucking known each other?
I dunno who told you what, but I'm your friend
Those people punctured our tires. Smeared shit all over your door handles.
Don't you know that? They got in the way of legal fucking investments.
You know that! Your son was a grown man. He knew what he was doing.
He didn't need your permission.
What the fuck did you do, Zbychu?
Marcin, please.
Just put the fucking knife down and think for a second, alright?
- Calm down and put the knife away. - What did you do to him, piece of shit?
I didn't fucking do anything to him.
I even told him he's a moron if he believes anything they say.
That he was going to get in a shitload of trouble
because what the tenants' association was doing was illegal.
You really do think I'm fucking stupid, don't you? Huh?
Alcoholic loser Marcin Kania will believe anything you tell him, right?
No, Zbyszek.
- You're not fucking fooling me anymore. - Marcin, listen to me.
That's not what I think. I always tried to be straight with you.
- Shut the fuck up! - Fuck, no!
Shut up.
Slawek Kurzyna fired you.
You wanted to get revenge, right?
- Tell me. Now! - No, Kania!
That's not it at all. I swear to fucking God.
You gotta believe me.
- Kania, I am begging you. - You made a deal with Tomeczek.
- Didn't you? - No.
They kidnapped Piotrek because you told them to.
- And they fucking hung him from a tree. - No, no. Marcin, please, listen to me.
Fuck, listen to me. I would never in my life do something like that.
Fuck, I fucking swear, please... Shut the fuck up!
Marcin, please, fuck...
I'd never do that to you. To you... You're my friend. Please don't do this!
Just let me go!
Fuckin' fuck!
Are you done?
Ready for this?
Look at me.
Fucking look at me.
Yeah. What do you want?
Just wanted you to know we found Piotrek's phone.
Forensics got the evidence envelopes mixed up.
What does that mean?
Marcin, you need to come in.
Your son left a message for you.
Tell me.
Marcin, I have to warn you.
- This isn't gonna be pleasant. - Stop talking. Just play it.
Hey, Dad.
Okay, so...
Dad.
I know we already saw each other today.
But I wanted to say hi again.
For the last time.
Something terrible happened.
I told you about it a few hours ago at the restaurant.
I know you probably don't remember, but don't worry.
I'll jog your memory.
Fuck, Piotrek.
Yo!
Hey! Are you here?
Fuck me...
Don't pass out on me, alright?
We'll use this for now, until the ambulance comes.
I don't want to...
Just hang up.
Fuck, Piotrek...
Hey, Peter Pan!
- How is it going? - Hey, Dad.
Just wanna know if you got any free time tonight.
She told me to get out.
I tried explaining to her that... working with them was a mistake.
And that I wasn't gonna do it anymore.
That I wanted nothing more to do with them.
That I love her.
That she's my only friend.
All those things that I was too scared...
...to say to her before.
Alright, then.
Why not give Kinga another chance?
Mmm... Maybe whatever you thought was wrong...
You know, it's possible to get back together after a rough patch.
- Believe me, I know. - You dumb shit.
Dumb shit?
Ooh, Peter Pan is here, huh?
Why are you so pissed off?
- 'Cause you're not listening to me. - What do you mean? I am listening.
But you're not hearing shit.
You're just thinking about your next drink.
Once I told you I wouldn't tell Mom that your whole therapy thing was a big lie,
you've only gotten worse than ever.
But it's not like it used to be, Piotrus.
I know how to control it now. Huh.
Look.
Ta-da!
I didn't call you to watch you get shitfaced.
Okay.
Nobody ever told me that I was okay.
Except Ewa.
Nobody ever accepted me for who I really am.
- It sucks, Dad. It may be a simple thing. - You.
- But my brain needed to process... - Uh... Wait.
Hang on. I'm not getting something here.
You said something terrible happened, right?
And this is fucking it?
That Zbyszek got you a job?
That you got to be some sort of fucking James Bond for a while?
And you accidentally fell in love, and then she dumped you?
Is that it?
Or is it some old broad who used to be in the Secret Service had a heart attack?
I mean, I know it kinda sucks, but is it my fault? Is it yours?
No, Dad.
I was born, and that's what sucks.
Fuck that. "Odds, bobs, hammer, and tongs."
Wow.
Hold up.
You think that by quoting... some stupid line from Peter Pan,
we'll have a laugh, and everything will be okay?
Listen up, you're a young man.
You should... I dunno, have a drink.
Have some fun.
Do something.
And if that doesn't help, then, uh, write a sad poem.
Or a song. Huh?
Do you remember Croatia?
Mm-hm.
Or what happened later, actually.
I apologized to you because I didn't wanna be like you.
And in your twisted head, you thought it was some sort of fresh start.
That now we'd just be best buddies.
I avoided you, and that pissed you off.
You yelled, and screamed, and pounded on my door.
Mom even threatened to call the cops, but that was an empty threat.
But I'm not like that anymore.
So, finally... it was sometime around Christmas,
you barged into my room in a hissy fit and started taking things off my shelves.
My books on programming, collectible masks, and, um... other things.
Games in their original boxes.
You grabbed everything, tossed it all into a barrel,
and set it all on fire, saying, now I would fucking respect you.
I was in high school, but I felt like I was three years old.
And I've felt like that my whole life around you.
What's this?
Show me...
You know.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
I never wanted to exist, Dad.
I never should've been born.
You stupid moron. What the fuck did you just say?
Sit down. Don't make a scene.
You think you can talk to your father like this?
Shut up.
Shut up, you say?
- We gave you fucking everything! - Sit down.
A family, a home, a fucking job!
You got an apartment!
You ungrateful...
Gentlemen, please.
I need you to leave and never come back.
Get the fuck out of here.
I said fuck off!
You need help, Piotrus.
You hear?
Piotrus.
Piotrus, wait up!
Just take it easy, alright?
Will you wait?
- We have to talk about this. - Fuck off.
Calm down!
- Fuck off, I said! - Piotr!
Piotrus! Piotr!
Stop. Stop!
FATHER
Piotrus, wait up!
Just... stop a second!
Piotrus!
Wait!
Piotrus.
Piotrus!
Piotrus...
- Wait. - Can't you leave me alone?
You dropped this.
Just get away from me, okay?
Things will sort themselves out.
You can't just tell me... to leave you alone.
I'm not gonna do that.
Come here. Come.
Listen to me, I know. Alright?
We just need to sit down calmly and talk this all out. Hey...
I'll get you the best doctors to help.
The best. Everything's gonna be fine.
Come on, let's go back.
- Let's go. Let's go. - Leave me alone.
- Let's go! Ow! Let's go. - Leave me alone! Just go home.
Get the fuck off me!
Piotrek...
I didn't mean to.
I'm sorry, Piotrus.
Piotrus... Piotrus...
I can't just leave you alone, do you understand?
I won't let you go.
Piotrus. Piotrus!
{n8}I'll make fucking sure you remember this.
Everything.
Hey, Dad.
Okay, so...
Dad.
I know we already saw each other today.
But I wanted to say hi again.
Piotrek.
Piotrus!
Un-fucking-believable.
Piotrus.
Hey, wait.
Wait. Wait!
Get out of the way.
Fuck off!
Piotrus!
I'm ashamed of you.
Actually, I've been ashamed of you my whole life.
You're like a fucking joke, only not funny.
And even if you hadn't been a drunk...
I'd still hate you.
But now all of your... evil,
drinking, beatings, verbal abuse...
absence...
all of your destruction, and the constant stress,
the unbearable fear...
and plain disgust...
doesn't matter anymore.
I'm telling you all of this
so that you know.
So that you'll live with it.
If you listen to this a couple of times, maybe you'll understand.
That you're a nobody.
I don't feel bad for Kinga.
She'll be better off without me.
I don't know if I'll feel sorry for Mom.
It'll be terrible for her, but I can't keep suffering for her sake.
I definitely feel sorry for Ula.
Sis...
If you're listening to this, I'm so sorry.
When I met Ewa,
I saw her pain right away.
I saw myself in it.
And I believed we were made for each other.
But I didn't know how to love.
You never taught me that. I don't know what it means.
I fucked up.
Just like you.
But I know one thing for sure.
Thanks to Ewa, I discovered that you could be kind.
That you can actually touch people's hearts.
And that's the discovery, Dad.
I'm just too tired. My hatred for you has exhausted me.
I'm too tired to keep running from you.
You were my Captain Hook.
Constantly running away is no way to live.
I think you might've actually understood that.
And that's why you drank.
So you wouldn't have to see all the damage you caused.
So you wouldn't feel... that you're alone.
That you're impossible to love.
I understand that, because I feel it too.
But no more running away, Dad.
I...
I have to go.
Bye, Dad.
Thanks.
I remember everything now.
What do you want?
Marcin!
I'm sorry.
Marcin, calm down!
You're hammered. You're not thinking rationally.
The woman's gonna call the police. Then you won't find out anything from her.
- Marcin! Let's go home, you'll sober up. - Let go of me.
We'll come back tom...
There were no black masks.
No Wrona, no Barti.
They belonged to a different time, a different place.
Memories were pasted together in a more palatable version
that would allow you to forgive yourself.
Memory is truth.
Truth is pain.
I was never on the side of truth.
I ran from it every time it appeared on the horizon.
Bye, Dad.
Are you alive?
You actually trying to kill yourself? Isn't one death enough?
Can I ask you something?
Did you love my son?
I can tell you Piotrek loved you.
He hated me.
And the reason he left you such a long message is because he hated you?
There are some things that can never be undone.
But you can still talk about them.
I never stopped drinking.
That's my truth.
Well, now they know everything.
I can't forgive you because what you did was horrible.
Even though I used to punch my husband in the face when I was drunk myself.
You know, Marcin, thanks to you, I know what it's like
to get beaten up by a drunk.
Jadzka, are you actually defending him now?
Sylwia, I'm telling you how I feel.
I should feel relieved now.
But I don't feel anything anymore.
You don't plead guilty to feel something.
I just wanted them to know that they're important to me.
There's no question you've suffered an enormous loss, Marcin.
But, you have to understand, you've abused our trust.
By deceiving us for the last two years.
By making a mockery of therapy, abstinence...
You completely undermined the purpose of what we do here.
I know I did, and I'm sorry.
Alright, then. I think we should take a vote
on whether Marcin can remain part of our group.
If it's okay with all of you, I'm gonna close my eyes.
Just tell me when you're done what the verdict is.
All in favor of Marcin no longer attending our therapy group meetings,
raise your hands.
I'm not seeing who's raising their hands.
As promised, my eyes are closed.
It's a funny feeling to keep your word.
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BASED ON THE NOVEL BY JAKUB ŻULCZYK