I hope this thing works.
Oh, fuck. Radwan.
-[Wojtek] Do you speak English? -Yes.
Yes.
-[girls whimpering] -[Wojtek] How old are you?
-Hey. -[Radwan] Fucking hell.
Help us.
[clears throat]
[Molski] Oh, I thought you had a wife.
-[Wojtek] I do. -[Molski laughs]
Have a seat. Which one's the prettiest?
Which one here is your type, Wojtek?
-My type? -Seriously, which one?
Which one do you choose?
Well... [groans] They don't really talk much.
[Molski] That's not what they're here for.
I'm serious. Pick one.
[sighs] Thanks, but I don't feel like fucking right now.
[Molski] Did I ask you if you feel like it?
I told you to pick one. You too, Radwan.
[Radwan] That's not what this is about.
[Molski] Then why the fuck are we here?
[Radwan] To figure out what's next.
[Molski] No, we're here because you're a couple of fucking pigs
who want my money and wanna become my whores.
[snorts] You know what's the worst thing about whores?
They can fuck you over.
[Radwan] Nobody wants to fuck you over. Come on, let's drink.
[Molski] Don't change the subject. Are you with me or the fucking pigs?
[Wojtek] We're with you.
[Molski] Then when I tell you to fuck the whores, you pull your pants down.
I gotta have some insurance. Come in here.
[man] Move it. Move it.
[Molski snorts, then grunts]
-[man] Everyone, get undressed. -[Molski] Wojtek, you go first.
Bathroom's over there, if you're shy.
[sighs]
All this will be recorded too. [sniffles] A memento.
You can see all the girls at least finished preschool. Let's see.
You go.
You can have the youngest one.
[tense music playing]
[Molski] Hm?
For posterity.
[chuckles]
Radwan.
You have to pick one or I'll pick one for you.
[Radwan] Okay.
Wiktor Molski, affiliated with Russian human traffickers.
He was moving hundreds of women a year.
My husband, Wojtek and his partner, Radwan,
investigated him as part of a police operation.
They knew Molski from the block.
He knew they were cops and took advantage of that.
He misled them for a year.
Both of them got deep into this shit, trying to prove their loyalty.
But all along, they were also providing intel.
And I know that it reached you.
It wasn't very significant intel to the case.
Things with your husband went too far.
He received an order to begin pulling back.
He didn't follow it.
But how could he stop after something like that?
I'm assuming you know that I've seen it. We have a copy.
Mm...
Let's make a deal.
Keep working on the boy's murder case and leave Molski to my group.
The cases both are connected.
Molski was working with Lanski,
who is the reason trafficking is at the docks right now.
Oliwier tipped us off, and that's why they killed him.
All right. How about this then?
We work separately, but if the CBI ends up finding anything
that could maybe help you out with your investigation,
you'll get that information, but you'll do the same for us.
Will that work?
[sighs]
Zawieja, is that clear?
-[theme music playing] -Õ Don't you know Õ
Õ I'm no good for you? Õ
Õ I've learned to lose you Can't afford to Õ
Õ Tore my shirt To stop you bleeding Õ
Õ But nothing ever Stops you leaving Õ
Õ Quiet when I'm coming home And I'm on my own Õ
[gentle vocalizing]
Õ I could lie Say I like it like that Õ
Õ Like it like that Õ
[gentle vocalizing]
Õ I could lie Say I like it like that Õ
Õ Like it like that Õ
Õ Quiet when I'm coming home And I'm on my own Õ
THE THAW
Even in my worst nightmares,
I wouldn't have thought that Wojtek would have to do that.
He kept it from me, which means he suffered alone.
I wouldn't exactly say he was alone. The work was operational.
Others were with him. He had support. He had Radwan, so...
Radwan isn't like him. He never gets so affected.
All of this destroyed him.
After Molski forced him to rape a minor, Wojtek became hollow.
We were never intimate after that.
[melancholy music playing]
[sighs]
You can't take it out on yourself.
None of this is your fault, Katarzyna.
Trepa, you know that guilt is my specialty.
[Stanislaw] Good morning.
-Hi, Zuzia. -Good morning.
Is Elzbieta home?
Yeah, she's upstairs.
-May I? -Go ahead.
Come on. I'll get you breakfast. Come in, sir.
[Elzbieta] Come in.
[somber music playing]
I'm so sorry.
[pilot light clicking]
[sighs softly]
[sniffles]
[sighs] I begged him every day to stay away from there.
From where?
[sighs, then sniffles]
It's that club that's run by the Lanskis.
Could he have had enemies there at all?
I don't know. I don't know.
He was always a good boy.
-He was, right? -Yeah.
[melancholy music playing]
-Here you go. -No milk?
Oh... Of course, the milk.
Eat your breakfast, sweetie.
Why don't we go and talk in another room?
You know, Zuzia doesn't know yet.
We don't know how to tell her. You can have a seat.
Unfortunately, I have to ask you a few questions.
They're about Oliwier.
When was the last time you saw him and what was he doing?
-Where was it? Did he have enemies? -He was a good kid.
It's just that he looked up to Lanski's sons.
The fuckers dragged him into all of this.
They were doing everything there. They had whores, drugs, booze.
They were using all the time.
I was always asking him to be careful and to just avoid that fucking club.
[Elzbieta] He spent the whole day at our shop.
I left before him, though, to pick up Zuzia.
He finished working around 6 p.m.
[sighs] He put on some different clothes...
and left.
He was going to the Lanskis.
-The Lanskis? -Yes.
Stanislav said that Oliwier left at 7.
But how could he really know?
He sits at the shop every night.
He just likes to pretend he's working,
but really he's mostly drinking.
Goddamn Lanskis. It's all their fault.
Oliwier was working for the Lanskis, right?
Yeah, he worked the night shift.
Working at my place alone wasn't enough money.
We've been having financial problems lately.
When Lanski Sr. got out of jail, Stanislaw just broke down.
What for?
Because Lanski...
He was doing everything he could to take our business.
He wouldn't quit bothering, pressuring, fucking terrorizing us.
I refused, obviously.
And then this.
So you believe that the Lanskis could have something to do
with your son's death?
[sniffles]
Let's pretend I didn't say that, all right?
But he loved that family.
And now--
Ela.
I promise you I'll do whatever it takes
to find those responsible for your son's death.
[somber music playing]
Were you at the docks for long?
Uh... I don't know. I think I clocked out at 8 or 9 p.m.,
changed out of my work clothes, locked up, and--
[sighs] Then I came back home.
[tense music playing]
[Zawieja] We suspect that the deceased, Oliwier Galewski,
left the docks at 7 p.m. along with Marek Lanski.
We also think that Andrzej Lanski and his business
are involved in trafficking women at the docks,
and that he does it for...
Wiktor Molski.
Molski is being handled by Szymanski's group.
We still don't know how Oliwier's death happened.
Sorry, don't mind us. Over there.
[tense music playing]
Continue, Zawieja. Please.
We found him at the docks around 11 at night.
He died at the hospital.
Trepa and I will question Lanski Sr.
We know he was at a soccer game the night of the attack.
However, this alibi he has doesn't get him off the hook.
I wanna find out exactly who was at the docks that night.
As for Wiktor Molski...
we have to figure out how long he's been in Szczecin,
who he's meeting with...
and where he's staying. That's all. Thank you.
[door closes]
[woman clears throat]
I think that you already know Prosecutor Budka.
Yes. You investigated my husband's death.
Right. And now she will be overseeing our investigation.
Sit.
Szymanski is really only interested in one thing.
Stopping the entire trafficking route as a whole.
He doesn't care about a container with trafficked women
or a murdered kid.
However, I do.
Szymanski is willing to let Galewski's murderer get away
if it helps his case in the end.
If he tries to obstruct your investigation,
come to me immediately.
You have to go strictly by the book so as not to give him any reason.
Understood?
Yes.
I've watched that footage. Your husband went through hell.
And the person responsible is now one of our main suspects.
Am I right?
I am able to be objective.
I wanna be sure you'll be fine with this.
I hope that I won't let you down.
All right.
[tense music playing]
[seagulls squawking in the distance]
[ringing]
Don't you hear the intercom ringing?
Hello.
Good morning. Police. My name is Detective Krzysztof Trepa.
I'm here for Andrzej Lanski. Is he home right now?
[Lanski] Fuck.
There's police here for you.
It's fine.
[Trepa] Wow, nice crib.
Tell me, what did I do wrong with my life?
Oh, I know. I became a cop.
[car doors open]
[car doors close]
[dramatic music playing]
[Zawieja] Good morning.
[front door closes]
Come in.
As I'm sure you can guess, we're here about the murder of Oliwier Galewski.
We have some questions.
-Would you like something to drink? -No, thank you.
I'll have water. Come in, have a seat.
You knew Oliwier for about, what, 15 years?
Since she was a kid, haven't we, honey?
Yes.
He was friends with Marek since first grade.
[Lanski] I remember we all used to play football in our garden.
He was a great kid.
[Zawieja] And when did you first hire him?
Well, I have been on forced leave for several years now, as you know.
My wife and my 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 unsuccessful moron.
He was forcing the boy to work at a failing company.
-Come on. That's not nice. -These are the facts, though.
Some time ago, my wife wanted to help out by buying the business,
and he said no.
He was stubborn.
So when Oliwier Galewski worked for you, his job was shipping, right?
[Maria] Well, yes.
He was doing a lot of different things, really.
Uh, but he was helping Marek run the club, mainly.
[Lanski] Fucking kids.
They think they're men, but in reality, they're only boys.
It was a bad idea letting them run that club, huh?
They were drinking too much,
and they wanted to pick up too many girls.
They never used their heads, you know?
God knows who they pissed off and what they did.
Now I'm just afraid one of my sons could be next.
I understand.
Wiktor Molski.
Can we talk about him?
[tense music playing]
[Lanski inhales sharply, then exhales]
A big name.
He mainly works with electronics and components from Asia.
Popular products these days.
He's interested in logistics, unloading, transport.
That's what my company does.
He's one of our many clients.
[Trepa] Did you handle the shipment that he had last night?
Well, we're a fairly large company. We handle many different contracts.
All the documents are kept in the office. You can go through them.
You spent last night at a game. And you were with Wiktor Molski.
Is that right?
Do you take all your clients out to games? Followed up by dinner?
I do.
It's business, you know.
And after, I came right back home to my wife.
[Zawieja] I imagine she can confirm this?
Yes, of course.
Anything else?
See the officers out.
-[Zawieja] Can I have an apple? -By all means.
Thank you.
[front door opens]
[tense music playing]
Apartment 2109.
[Trepa] Oh...
What an amazing coincidence this is. Look.
Pawel Lanski.
[dramatic music playing]
[Trepa] Wow... What a place to live in.
[chuckles] I mean...
-[Zawieja] Be quiet. -[man 1] Understand how bad this is?
[man 2] No one told me what happened to him.
[man 1] I take the fucking beating, and you sit on your goddamn ass!
You're just a lazy piece of shit, you know that?
[man 2] What the fuck happened to him? Tell me!
[man 1] Fuck!
[man 2] Who is it?
We're with the police. Open the door.
Hello. We're detectives Katarzyna Zawieja and Krzysztof Trepa.
What the fuck do you want?
There's really no need for you to be vulgar.
We're here about the death of Oliwier Galewski.
We wanted to ask you some questions. Can we come in?
[sighs] Fine.
Thank you.
[Zawieja] The two of you are brothers, am I right?
-Yes. -And you were friends with Oliwier?
Yeah.
When was the last time you saw him?
It was yesterday. We had, uh, a few beers.
You don't have to talk.
What happened next?
We got kebabs because I was hungry.
We met up with a few chicks.
How about the names of these girls?
[chuckles softly] I don't know, uh, Basia, Kasia, Agata.
-Agata might still be here. -All right, we get it.
And then?
You, Oliwier and the girls came back here to your home?
Oliwier was... He was tired.
He wanted to call it a night.
So I cut him some slack.
If I had made him come with me,
this could have had a different ending.
That was moving.
So tell me about the kebab.
It's meat.
No jokes, okay?
You think it's a joke?
What's the street you bought it from?
Kościuszko.
What time were you there around?
I don't know. It was maybe 8 or even 8:30 or 9.
-Was it a.m. or p.m.? -A.m. after jogging.
The jokes again.
You've got a lot of cash here. Where did it come from?
He runs a club, so there's always money coming through.
The money is from the club, then?
Yes, that's what I just said.
-Can he answer for himself? -This is cash from the club.
Okay.
Unfortunately, we're out of coffee, so--
I have no more questions.
I'm sorry you lost your friend.
Thanks for your time.
[poignant music playing]
[Middle Eastern music playing over speakers]
-Good evening. Your CCTV work? -[man] Yeah.
Would you be able to show us the footage of the last 48 hours?
Yeah, sure. Wait here. I'll be right back.
Thank you.
I installed a camera because they already trashed my place twice.
-[Zawieja] Mm-hm... -Here.
Your friends advised me to get it.
-Thanks. -This is footage from a few days ago.
-All right, thanks. -Mm-hm...
-All right. -Come on, come on. There.
Yeah, look.
[Trepa] There they are.
-[Zawieja] Walking in. -Mm-hm...
There are their girlfriends.
[Trepa] Yeah.
Then they leave.
Oliwier is going home.
-Everything checks out. -Yeah.
So far.
Hey, stop.
-Is that Pawel Lanski's car? -Uh-huh...
And there he is.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
[Zawieja] Well, fuck.
Wonder where they went.
I'm gonna ask the guys to check traffic cam footage.
We'll have it in the morning. No problem.
These brothers are full of shit.
I feel like we're gonna need to work them each separately.
Seems that way.
-We need to secure this footage. -Okay.
[Trepa] Damn, I'm pretty hungry.
We could have had a kebab.
You should have ordered one then.
I know. It's just, they're not healthy.
You know what I think?
Pawel might find himself in a world of trouble.
Why would he have lied?
What's he hiding?
For now, I would say he's our main suspect.
Okay, you're right. I'll just get out near downtown.
I gotta eat, right? The kebab. I'm really craving it.
I guess I'll just have to stomach it somehow.
You can drop me off wherever.
[tense music playing]
[Gosia] Do you have a lot of adult teeth?
-[Hania] Hmm... Eight. -Eight? Wow!
[chuckles] That's a lot.
[Gosia] Hm...
-Hi there. -How's Grandpa?
Grandpa is, um, just fine.
[Gosia] Mm-hm...
All thanks to you.
-You were very, very-- -Brave and smart, too.
He's alive thanks to you.
-You done brushing? -Yeah.
-No! -I don't wanna sleep alone.
I know. Grandma will lie down next to you.
Sleep now, Hania. You have to wake up early for school.
-I love you, sweetie. -When's the sleepover at Zuzia's?
[sighs]
What do you ask for?
Because you said that next weekend we could have one.
-Are you sure about that? -Yeah.
Will you call Zuzia's mom?
Hm... Yes, I will. Sleep, okay?
When I grow up, I wanna be in the police, just like you.
[sighs]
Good night.
[Zuzia] Mom, I brushed my teeth. I'm gonna go to bed.
Can I show you something?
Mm-hm...
Ta-da!
When is Oliwier getting home?
[emotional music playing]
Come here.
[sighs]
[humming]
[chuckles] Inspector Zawieja, call me back immediately.
I kind of miss you. Call me back, please.
I insist. Love you. Bye.
Hey, honey. There's a post-it note on my desk drawer.
There's a phone number on it I need.
Maybe not much as I need you, but still.
[melancholy music playing]
Listen up guys, I have some awesome news for you.
My old man is free, which is why we're having a party!
It's unreal we lost Oliwier.
[Zawieja scoffs]
Fuck, he was my best friend.
Hm...
Let's do something for him.
I think we should have the most amazing party.
Ten o'clock tonight.
[tense music playing]
[indie pop music playing over speakers]
What can I get you?
-Uh, vodka on the rocks. -Which kind?
What's the best one?
Did you know that boy?
Yeah. He worked here too.
-So, what happened? -They say he was murdered.
-That's heavy. -Yeah.
Can I have one more?
-Who killed him? -No clue.
Everything is so fucked up.
Everything at this club.
Oh...
Especially him.
-Who is that guy? -Our boss.
If it keeps up, he'll be next.
Excuse me. You have to pay.
-What? -You gotta pay.
Oh... Sorry.
-Thanks. -Keep the change.
[upbeat music playing over speakers]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[melancholy music playing]
[Hania] Mom? Mom?
Grandma?
-Grandma? -Mm-hm?
-Grandma? -Hm?
Mom isn't home.
[groans softly] Really?
-Why aren't you asleep? -Because I can't sleep.
Oh, come here.
It's okay.
[upbeat music playing over speakers]
Hey, you guys! I was thinking we could have a toast!
Move your asses! Come on! Follow me!
Follow me!
Grab your beverage. Shots, drinks, raise your glasses.
Quiet down!
[music stops]
We all knew and loved Oliwier,
a wonderful guy with a great fucking imagination.
One time, he was dancing on this table,
like, three hours after the party was over,
and I was all like, "Ollie, we have to go,"
and he was like, "No way, dance!
Like there's no fucking tomorrow!"
Let's keep him all in our hearts. He'll be with us forever.
-To Oliwier! -[all] To Oliwier!
[glass shatters]
[screams]
-[all cheering] -Let's go!
[dance music playing over speakers]
Hey, Ms. Officer.
Following me?
Hey, I'm not here as a cop. I wanted to discuss Oliwier.
This is a private party. Get the fuck out.
-Can we just talk? -I want you the fuck out of my club.
-Do you find his death funny? -Fuck off.
You gonna find your way out, or should these two men help you?
-Let's go. -Get off me.
Let's go.
-I said get off. Get off! -Come on. You gotta leave.
-We gonna talk or not? -Hey, lady, out!
-[bouncer 1 grunts] -[bouncer 2] Hey, what are you doing?
You fucking little--
-[bouncer 1] Are you deaf? -Hey!
-[bouncer 1 grunts] -Get off!
Let go! [grunting]
-Get up, Zawieja. -What?
Get up, or they'll kill us.
It's all right, it's all right. Just calm down.
I'm gonna take her. She won't bother you anymore.
Okay, the pigs are gone. [shouting] Let's fucking rage!
[crowd cheering]
-What the fuck was that? -You go first.
How did you even know to find me here?
You're my guardian angel, aren't you?
-We're going home. -Wait.
Say the word "down."
Come on, say "down."
Down.
You got a girl in town.
She kisses you and you say, "Now, now."
Oh, shit.
[dramatic music playing]
[motorcycle engine revving]
-Follow him. -No way. We're going home now.
-You have to follow him. -Absolutely not.
-Go, Trepa. -No.
-You need to start the car. Hurry! -Stop. You're so wasted.
Now what? Looks like you lost him.
-And goodbye. The op's over. -Would you be quiet?
I'm the sober one here, and I know what I'm doing.
[dramatic music continues playing]
There he is. Hey, guess I was wrong.
[dramatic music continues playing]
He's going to the docks a different way.
All right, make sure you go slow. You don't want him to notice us.
You really think I'm new at this?
[sighs]
Why am I even bothering?
[dramatic music continues playing]
[whispering] Katarzyna.
[Marek] Good evening.
There you go. Delivery from Daddy.
I trust it's in order.
[Molski] Wait.
[suspenseful music playing]
-The hell? -You little shit.
I don't give a fuck about your money. Where's the shipment?
-What shipment? -Where's my fucking shipment?
-I only have the cash. -Police!
-Police! Drop your weapon right now! -Drop your weapon!
-Do it! -Drop it! Now!
[Trepa shouts] Now!
Keep him covered. Keep him covered. I'm on him.
[car engine starts]
Hey, get out of the car!
Get out right now! Stop!
No! Get out of the car! Stop!
[Trepa] Hey, hey, hey, easy!
Hands on the car.
[dramatic music playing]
[tires screech]
[grunts]
Get out of the car!
Step out!
[tense music playing]
Hands up where I can see them!
Now turn around slowly.
Radwan?
[theme music playing]