I wonder if it works.
Oh fuck.
-Do you speak Russian? -Yes.
How old are you?
-Fucking hell! -Help us...
-I thought you have a wife. -I do.
-Have a seat. -Which one is the prettiest?
Which one is your type, Wojtek? Seriously, which one?
Which do you choose?
-They don't talk much. -That's not why they're here.
I'm serious, pick one.
Thanks, Igor, but I don't feel like fucking.
Did I ask you if you feel like it? I told you to pick one.
-You too, Radwan. -That's not why we're here.
-Then why the fuck are we here? -To figure out what's next.
No. We're here cause you're a couple of fucking pigs,
who want my money and want to become my whores.
You know what's the worst thing about whores? They can fuck you.
Nobody wants to fuck you over. Come on, let's drink.
Are you with me or with the fucking pigs?
We're with you.
Then when I tell you to fuck, pull you're pants down!
I got to have some insurance. Come here!
Move it!
-Undress! -Wojtek, maybe you'll go first?
The toilet is over there, if you're shy.
I'll be recording all this.
As a memento.
You can see all the broads finished preschool.
Fucking... You go.
Here you go, the youngest one.
For posterity!
Radwan.
You have to pick one. Or I'll pick one for you.
Wiktor Molski.
Affiliated with Russian human traffickers.
He was moving hundreds of women a year.
My husband, Wojtek, and his partner, Radwan,
were investigating him as part of a police operation.
They knew Molski from the block.
He knew they're cops and he wanted to take advantage of that.
He was misleading them for a year.
They got deep into this shit, trying to prove their loyalty.
But all this time they were providing intel that reached you, too.
Intel of faint operational significance.
Things with your husband went too far.
He got an order to pull back. He didn't comply.
He was supposed to pull back after something like this?
Detective... I know this footage. It's all in our archives.
How about this: you handle the murder case, and leave Molski to us.
These cases are connected.
Molski was working with Lanski,
and Lanski is the reason the trafficking is back at the docks.
Oliwier tipped us off and that's why they killed him.
It's simple.
How about this then:
we work separately, but if the CBS finds something
that can help your investigation, we share such information with you.
But I expect reciprocity.
Is that okay?
Zawieja.
Is that clear?
THE THAW
In my worst nightmares, I didn't suspect Wojtek had to do such a thing.
He didn't mention this.
-He was alone in this. -Not exactly.
It was operational work, others were there,
he had support, Radwan was there...
Radwan is different, more thick-skinned.
Still, all this broke him.
After Molski forced him to rape a minor,
Wojtek became hollow.
That's how intimacy between us ended.
Don't take it out on yourself.
-This is not your fault. -Trepa!
Guilt is my specialty.
Good morning.
-Hi, Zuzia! -Good morning!
-Is Elzbieta home? -Upstairs.
-Can I... -Go ahead.
Come on, Zuzia, I'll make you breakfast.
Come in, sir.
Come in.
I'm so sorry.
I asked him, begged him to stay away from there.
From where?
The club run by Lanski's sons.
Do you think he could've had enemies there?
I don't know, Kasia. He was a good, sensitive kid.
-You understand? -Yes.
-Here. -No milk?
Right, milk.
Eat.
Let's talk in another room.
Maybe here.
Zuzia doesn't know yet.
We don't know how to tell her. Have a seat.
Unfortunately, I have to ask you a few questions.
About Oliwier.
When was the last time you saw him? What was he doing and where?
Did he have enemies?
He was a good kid. He simply looked up to Lanski's sons.
The fuckers dragged him into this shit.
They were doing everything there.
Whores, drugs, booze. I know they were using.
I kept asking him to be careful, to avoid that fucking club.
He spent the whole day at our shop.
I left early to pick Zuzia up.
He finished around 6 p.m., as usual.
Changed his clothes...
and left. He was going to the Lanskis.
-Lanskis? -Yes.
Staszek said Oliwier left at around 7.
But what could he know? He sits at the shop every night,
pretending to work, but he's actually drinking.
Goddamn Lanskis. It's all their fault.
Oliwier worked for the Lanskis, right?
Yeah, he moonlighted there.
He definitely wouldn't have made as much money at my place.
We've been having financial problems.
When Lanski Sr. got out of prison, Staszek broke down.
Why?
Because Lanski Sr. was doing everything he could to take over our business.
He was bothering, harassing us.
Questioning, fucking terrorizing us. I refused.
And now...
You think that the Lanskis
could have something to do with your son's death?
Let's pretend I didn't say that, okay?
He was obsessed with them, and now...
Ela...
I promise you I'll do anything to find those responsible for your son's death.
Did you stay at the docks long?
I don't know, I think I clocked out at 8 or 9 p.m.
Changed my clothes, locked up and...
came back home.
We suspect that Oliwier Galewski left the docks at 7 p.m.,
along with Marek Lanski.
We suspect that Andrzej Lanski and his business
are involved in trafficking women at the docks,
and that he does it for Wiktor Molski.
Szymanski from the CBS is handling Molski.
The circumstances of Oliwier's death are unknown.
Don't mind us. There you go.
Zawieja, continue. Please!
We found him at 11 p.m.
He died in hospital.
Me and Trepa will question Lanski Sr.
He was at a soccer game that night.
But this time frame doesn't get him off the hook.
I want to know exactly who was at the docks that night.
As for Molski,
check how long he's been in Szczecin,
who he's meeting with,
and where he's staying. That's all, thank you.
I believe you know Prosecutor Budka.
Yes, you investigated my husband's death.
And now Prosecutor is overseeing our investigation.
Szymanski is only interested in
shutting down the whole trafficking route.
He doesn't care about a container with trafficked women or a murdered kid.
But I care.
Szymanski is willing to let Galewski's killer get away if it helps his case.
If he tries to obstruct your investigation, come to me immediately.
You must go strictly by the book, so as not to give him any reason.
Understood?
Yes.
I've seen that footage.
Your husband's been through hell.
But the person responsible is one of our main suspects, right?
I'm able to be objective.
I want to be sure you can handle this.
I hope I won't let you down.
Great.
Don't you hear the intercom?
-Yes? -Morning. Police.
I'm Detective Krzysztof Trepa.
Is Andrzej Lanski home?
Fuck...
There's police here to see you.
Let them in.
Nice crib.
Tell me, what did I do wrong in life?
Oh, I know. I became a cop.
Good morning.
Come in.
As you can guess, we are here about the murder of Oliwier Galewski.
I have a few questions.
-Something to drink? -No, thank you.
I'd like some water.
Have a seat.
You knew Oliwier for... about 15 years?
Since he was little. Right, honey?
Yes.
He and Marek were friends since the first grade.
We'd play football in our garden.
A really nice kid.
When did you hire him?
As you know, I've been on forced leave for several years.
My wife and sons took the company to the next level.
They were friends, so they let him make some extra cash.
So it was your sons who hired him?
His father is an obsolete bore,
forcing the kid to work at a failing company.
-Andrzej. -These are the facts.
My wife wanted to help him by buying him out, but he said no.
A stubborn fella.
So Oliwier Galewski worked for you, handling transhipment.
He was doing different things.
Mainly, he was helping Marek run the club.
Fucking kids, they think they're men, but they're only boys.
I guess that club was a bad idea.
They were drinking too much, wanted to pick up too many girls.
Using too little brain.
God knows who they pissed off.
Now I'm afraid one of my sons could be next.
Right.
Wiktor Molski. Can we talk about him?
A major player.
Electronics and components from Asia, popular products nowadays.
He was interested in logistics. Unloading, transport.
That's what my company does. He's our client.
Did you handle his shipment last night?
We're a big company, we handle different contracts.
All the documents are in the company, you can go through them.
You spent yesterday evening at a game with Wiktor Molski, right?
Do you go to games with all your clients?
And then to dinner?
Yes, I do.
It's business, you know.
Then, I came straight home to my wife.
I imagine she can confirm this.
Yes, I can.
Anything else?
-See the officers out. -Can I have an apple?
-By all means. -Thank you.
Apartment 2109.
What an amazing coincidence.
Pawel Lanski.
What a place to live in.
Be quiet.
I don't want any gossip.
-Who is it? -Police, open up.
Hello. We're Detectives Katarzyna Zawieja and Krzysztof Trepa.
-The fuck do you want? -No need for such obscenities.
We're here about the death of Oliwier Galewski.
We wanted to ask you a few questions. Can we come in?
Sure.
Thank you.
You're brothers, am I right?
-Yes. -You were Oliwier's friend.
Yes.
When was the last time you saw him?
Yesterday. We had a few beers downtown.
You don't have to tell them anything.
And then?
Then we had a kebab cause I was fucking hungry.
We met with some chicks.
How about the girls' names?
I don't know, Basia, Kasia, Agata.
-I think Agata's still here. -Enough. Mr. Actor.
You came here with the girls and Oliwier?
Oliwier was tired.
He wanted to call it a night,
so I cut him some slack.
If I had dragged him along with me, this could've ended differently.
I'm moved.
Which kebab joint was that?
With meat.
No jokes, okay?
You find it funny? What street is that kebab joint on?
-Kościuszko Street. -What time were you there?
I don't know, 8, maybe 8:30, 9.
A.M. or P.M.?
-A.M., after jogging. -Again with the jokes.
You've got a lot of money here. Where did it come from?
He runs a club, so there's a lot of cash coming through.
The cash is from the club?
-I've just said that. -Can he answer for himself?
This is cash from the club.
Okay.
Unfortunately, we're out of coffee, so...
I have no more questions.
Sorry for the loss of friend.
Goodbye.
Good evening.
-Does the CCTV work? -Yes.
Can you show us the footage of the last 48 hours?
-Yes, I'll be right back. -Thank you.
I installed a camera because they've already trashed my place twice.
Your friends advised me.
-Yeah. -The footage from a few days ago.
Thanks.
Allright.
Come on!
There they are.
And their girlfriends.
Yeah.
They leave.
Oliwier goes home.
Everything checks out. So far.
Stop.
Pawel Lanski's car?
And there he is.
Look.
Well, fuck.
I wonder where they went.
I'll ask the guys to check traffic cam footage, we'll have it in the morning.
These fucking brothers.
I feel we need to work each of them separately.
I guess so.
Gentlemen! We need to secure this footage.
Damn, I'm hungry.
We could have had a kebab.
You should have ordered one.
But you know it's unhealthy.
Trouble's brewing over Pawel's head.
Why did he lie?
What is he hiding?
For now, he's our main suspect.
First thing tomorrow is to locate him.
Okay, I'll get out downtown. I gotta grab a kebab.
I'll stomach it somehow.
Do you have a lot of permanent teeth?
-8. -8? Wow.
Exactly. Good.
-How is Grandpa? -Grandpa is... fine.
All thanks to you.
You were very, very...
-Brave and smart. -He's alive thanks to you.
-Are you done brushing? -Yes.
No!
I don't want to sleep alone.
I know, Grandma will lie down next to you.
Go to sleep now, you have school tomorrow.
-I love you. Nighty-night. -When's the sleepover at Zuzia's?
Why do you ask?
You said that next weekend there'll be a rematch.
-I said that? -Will you call Zuzia's mom?
Yes, I will. Now go to sleep, okay?
When I grow up, I'll be a policewoman, too.
Goodnight.
Mom, I've brushed my teeth, I'm going to bed.
Can I show you something?
When is Oliwier coming back?
Come here.
Inspector Zawieja, call me back immediately.
I kinda miss you, m'am. Call me back, please.
I insist. Love you, bye.
Boo, there's a post-it note in my desk drawer.
There's a phone number on it. I really need it.
Maybe not as much as I need you, but still.
Listen, I have some awesome news for you.
My old man is free, that's why... we're having a party!
Fuck, he was my best friend.
Let's do something for him.
Let's have the most awesome party possible.
10 p.m., tonight.
-What can I get you? -Vodka on the rocks.
-Which vodka? -Which do you recommend?
Did you know that boy?
Yes. He worked here.
-What happened to him? -He got whacked.
-Heavy shit. -Yeah.
One more.
-Who whacked him? -I don't know.
It's all fucked up.
This club, this place.
Especially him.
-Who is he? -He's our boss.
If this keeps up, he's gonna be next.
My dear, you have to pay.
-What? -Pay.
Sorry.
-Keep the change. -Thanks.
Mom? Mom?
Grandma?
Mom isn't home.
Really?
-Why aren't you asleep? -I can't sleep.
Come to me. Come on.
Come on, everybody. Let's have a toast.
Move your asses, come on! Follow me.
Grab your liquids.
Shots, drinks, raise your glasses!
We all know what kind of person Oliwier was.
Sensitive, fucked up, creative and one of us.
One time he was dancing on this table. Like 3 hours after the party ended.
I'm like: "Ollie, time to go home!." And he's like:
"Fuck! Dance like there's no tomorrow!"
Let's keep him in our hearts. He'll be with us forever.
-Here's to Oliwier. -To Oliwier!
Let's go!
Miss Officer. Are you following me?
I'm here as a private citizen. I wanted to talk about Oliwier.
This is a private party. Get the fuck out.
-Talk to me. -Get the fuck out of my club!
-You find Oliwier's death funny? -Fuck off.
You gonna find your way out or should these gents help you?
-Let's go. -Get off me.
-Out. -Get off!
Are we gonna talk or not?
You fucking...
-Are you deaf? -Let me fucking go!
Let me!
Zawieja, get up.
Fucking get up.
It's okay, easy.
I'll take care of the lady.
Pigs are gone, let's party!
-What the fuck are you doing? -And you?
How did you find me here?
You're my guardian angel, right?
-We're going home. -Wait.
Say "down."
Down.
You got a girl in town!
She kisses you and you say, "now, now..."
Oh fuck!
-Follow him. -We're going home.
-Follow him! -No way.
-Go! -Fuck no.
-Start the car! -You're fucked up!
And you lost him. Goodbye! Op is over.
I'm the sober one and I know what I'm doing.
There he is! My apologies.
He is taking side street to the docks.
Okay, easy. Go slow, so doesn't catch on.
You think I'm new at this?
I'm wasting my breath.
Kasia...
Good evening.
There you go.
A delivery from daddy. I trust it's in order.
Wait.
You little shit, I don't give a fuck about your money.
-Where's the shipment? -What shipment?
-Where's my fucking shipment? -I'm only delivering the money.
-Police! -Police! Drop your weapon!
Drop your weapon! Now!
Drop it! Now!
Keep him covered! I'm on him.
Get out of the car!
Get the fuck out!
Stop!
Easy! Hands on the car!
Get out of the car!
Get out!
Put your hands where I can see them!
Now turn around slowly.
Radwan?