01x02 - Lies

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It happened when I was 16...

at a summer camp.

I was crazy in love.

In this story, I'll call him "P."

He was our chaperone.

One night, we went to the woods.

We shouldn't have.

We broke the rules.
No one knew that better than I did.

- What was that?
- I don't know.

- Run!
- What?

Run! Fast, Laura!

Paweł!

Paweł!

- Laura!
- Dad!

What happened? What's wrong, my baby?

What's wrong?

What happened?

What is it, baby?

It's all right.

Oh, honey.

That's it for today. Thank you.

- Olo!
- Exercises...

Come for a second, please?

I'm giving it back. Thank you.

What's up, boss?

Read the essays
I've had the students writing recently?

About embarrassing memories?
Heavy stuff you got there.

I need to find out who wrote one of them.

They're anonymous. It was your idea.

I want to make an exception.

Leon!

- You are here.
- Hi.

Have you got anything on them?

Has Szafrański called?

You've jailed two boys for three months.
Their lawyer objected to this decision.

They'll release them
if you don't present any evidence.

No one stands up for that girl.

No one.

Those two assholes have got
the whole world behind them, as I see it.

- You, too.
- Are you banging her?

Yeah, day and night.

I'm just saying what it might look like.

Read the last paragraph.

Klaudia Broniarek was a witness.
She testified she didn't know the guy.

She rented a place from him
during her freshman year.

She did.

She lied under oath.

Paweł...

back out.

If you don't have evidence, back out.

It's not too late yet.

And I'm not saying this as your boss,
but as your friend.

Do you want to lose your reputation?
Over a bullshit case like this?

Our guys are looking for the video
Broniarek mentioned,

it's nowhere to be found.

Have they deleted it already? Students?

Nothing disappears without a trace.

But we've got this.

Taken at the party
before the alleged r*pe took place.

She is dancing for someone.

We need to check who made the video.

She didn't dress
like that in the pictures.

- She looked nice, but not provocative.
- So she didn't provoke them?

Then what was the table dance for?

We need to check this.

Yes?

Prosecutor, Inspector Maciej Jork
on line two.

Thank you.

May I?

You're fast.

I hate big cities.

No wonder you all die of cancer.

My wife had a brain tumor and she lived
outside the city all her life.

For the Sake of Kids Foundation?
I know it.

Your wife really helped out
my friends' daughter.

My wife helped a lot of kids. I'm guessing
it's not her you wanted to talk about?

Za Modrym Stawem Hotel.
Does that ring any bells?

No.

Room 35.

Do you know who has been
living there recently?

Marek Kowalski. That Marek Kowalski.

The man you identified in the morgue.

The room was paid for
till the end of the month.

We went in there, and you know what?

Someone got there before us.

It was cleaned out. Not one personal item.

And nothing that could connect him
to Artur Perkowski.

- Your buddy from the summer camp.
- He was Artur Perkowski.

By the way, the guy didn't die
on Kartuska, under the bridge.

We found some strange fibers on his hair.
Someone moved the body.

It was Artur Perkowski.

He had parents. They might still be alive.

What would you expect me to tell them?

That it's their son...
who went missing 25 years ago?

They don't have to be told
right away it is Artur.

That girl also says it's not him.

What girl?

I didn't mention her?

We know who Kowalski
has been sleeping with lately.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

- Have you got a reservation?
- I'm looking for Ming Li.

- And who's asking for her?
- Donald Tr*mp.

Marek had lunch at our place sometimes.
That's how we met.

- Had you been together long?
- For two months.

It was strictly platonic.
We just talked... a lot.

About what?

I don't remember. Different stuff.

"Different stuff."

Have you visited him at his hotel?

Za Modrym Stawem?

Once, maybe.

Maybe?

I'm guessing a lot of men
make passes at you.

Was that a compliment?

- Why did you choose him?
- He was handsome.

No, he wasn't.

He respected me.

That added to his looks.

If you remember anything...

important.

PAWEŁ KOPIŃSKI
PROSECUTOR

Did you k*ll him?

Where did that come from?

It's better to ask certain questions,
Prosecutor, before it's too late.

Kama?

Are you asleep?

Kama?

- Hey.
- Hi.

Have you seen Kama?

- Your sister?
- Yes.

Have you seen Kamila?

- No, why?
- Nothing.

- Did something happen?
- Nothing.

Wojtek, have you seen Kamila?

Today?

I've asked everyone.

Daniel too?

He borrowed my guitar yesterday.
Said he wanted to impress someone.

I didn't expect him to go at it all night.

She's only 16.

- f*ck. I'm going to k*ll the jerk.
- Paweł...

it's not some cheap guitar.

You scared me.

Sorry.

Are you all right after... last night?

I didn't want it to turn out that way.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Paweł...

we did it together... right?

It must've been poachers.

I'm not sure.

Who else? I'm guessing they left
that Polonez by the gate.

That was a person screaming, Paweł,
not a boar or a deer.

Have you seen Artur anywhere?

No, I don't think so. Is something wrong?

Have you seen Monika Sowik?

She was at the dance last night.

But not at breakfast today.

My son didn't sleep in his room.

I can't find Kamila anywhere.

Kamila!

Kids!

Monika!

Kamila!

Kama!

Artur!

Kamila!

Daniel!

Monika!

My name is Lubelski. I'm investigating
the homicide of Monika Sowik

and the disappearance of three persons.

Monika was with me, dancing.

Then she told me
she wanted to go back to her room, so I...

I walked her to the door.

When I went into the shower,
she was in bed.

And then she wasn't.

We danced...

I haven't seen anything else.

I don't know. I don't remember.

We were having fun. That's all I know.

At what time did you and Laura
return to the camp?

I don't know.

It was late.

Someone was screaming in the woods.

Who?

A girl.

Monika? Kamila?

Kamila is alive.

We're all hoping she is.

But I know it. I feel it.

Look for her.
There is no time to lose, understand?

Sure.

Of course.

Kamila!

You were supposed to look after them.

You were supposed
to stay away from alcohol.

Dad.

You don't give a sh*t about my kids.
You never did.

They are my kids too, Władek,
and I truly love them.

You've been wanting
to leave us for a long time.

What are you waiting for?

I vowed before God
I wouldn't leave you. Although...

"Although" what?

You've had enough.

Stay out of it.

"Although" what?

Why didn't you check if Kamila
was asleep in her hut?

- I screwed up, not Mom.
- It's not your fault, Paweł.

It's not your fault, Paweł.

Where were you, g*dd*mn it?

Where were you?

With Dawid.

We were talking for a long time
about a lot of things.

Slut.

Apologize to Mom!

Go to your room!

- But—
- Go now!

Dawid Goldsztajn. High school
principal and summer camp organizer.

Summer camp organization...
didn't go that well.

It's kind of my fault.

I should have supervised
everything personally.

I didn't do anything.

Of course.

It's just a few questions, all right?

Laura.

Very nice name you've got.

Is there a diminutive for it?

Lara.

I think. I don't know.

Where is our son?

Where is Artur?

How well did you secure the camp
if something like that happened?

How well did you secure the camp,
m*therf*cker?

- Easy.
- Bogdan!

Calm down!

Tell me what you remember.

We went into the woods for a walk.

To... to be alone.

At what time did you leave the camp?

I don't know.

It was dark.

You left together?

Paweł followed me, I think.

You think?

So you're not sure?

No, he did.

Did you see or hear
anything out of the ordinary?

Was anyone hanging around there?
Someone who had no business being there?

No. I didn't see any strangers.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

It's all right now.

It's behind you.

We're going home.

I'm afraid.

I know.

Me too.

JEWS OUT!

- Good day.
- Where is Daniel?

Where is our son?

We'll find them all.

Daniel, Artur and Kamila.

Where were you when it happened?
Where were you then?

In my room, working.

I bet. Sleeping, more like!

I checked the gate twice that night.
It was locked.

But they managed to get out!

They slipped out every day,
boys and girls, together.

Don't put the blame on our children!

I'm just saying how it was.
You want me to lie?

- You'd sooner believe me then?
- Jews! You're only good with words!

When they get their money, they don't give
a sh*t about anything else.

- Leave if you don't like it here, kike!
- What did you say?

Enough!

A fragment of one of your essays.

No names, naturally.

I'll ask for comments later
and we'll have a discussion.

Love in the Woods.

Written by Piwonia.

"It happened when I was 16...

at a summer camp. I was crazy in love.

In this story, I'll call him 'P.'"

Good morning! Hello!

Good morning!

Well, Sherlock?

Half of them fell asleep,
the rest were on Tinder.

Sylwia Nowakowska?

You wanted to see me?

Have a seat.

Listen...

it's about your essay.

It was supposed...

to be anonymous. You promised.

I know what I promised.

How did you...

I don't want to talk to you.

- You have to!
- No, I don't.

Who dictated this to you?

What?

Your story.

No one.

It's my...

reminiscence.

We both know damn well that's not true.

How?

How did you know?

I wrote...

that it was my uncle.

But it was Adam.

Adam did it to me!

Adam?

My brother.

For so many years...
all through primary school!

It was him I wrote about.
The story is about him.

Piwonia...

That's not your nickname?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

This is my house.

You don't love me anyway, so why bother?

Your words, not mine. Your words, Władek.

Hey!

Get the f*ck out of here!

Do you hear me?

- Or what?
- f*ck you!

Get the f*ck out of here!

POLAND FOR POLISH PEOPLE ONLY

I keep on seeing her.

Monika. By that tree.

Everything is falling apart.

Don't say that.

What do you expect me to say?

I've got no family anymore.

No sister.

But you said Kamila is alive.

That you feel it.

They probably ran off with Daniel.

My mother and your father
are having an affair.

No. That's not possible.

Why?

Because.

It's just not.

Someone slit Monika Sowik's throat.

My sister went missing.

Daniel, Artur... everyone,
suddenly and completely.

So don't tell me
that something is not possible, okay?

Okay.

Don't yell at me.

Paweł...

Who did it? Who k*lled her?

I don't know.

What if it was one of us?

I mean... someone we know?

Who?

Daniel...

or Artur.

You've got nothing on them.

She wants to cash in on those rich kids,
that's all.

They locked themselves in one room
with the victim.

We've got witnesses who will confirm that.

Mr. Kopiński, seriously?

You want to waste the taxpayers' money
on this?

I want to get to the truth.

She went to bed with Emil and Bartek.

And in the morning, she determined
she could've asked for more.

Are those your country folk ways?

Don't be a prick.

This case will be all over the media.

We're talking about the sons
of two well-known people.

A screenshot.

From an internet video.

It just makes me wonder...

How many decent girls
get something like that

done above their butt cr*ck?

True, there is a lot to be enjoyed.

Please, come in.

It was a temporary tattoo.
I don't even have it anymore.

I had it done for one party, for Janek.

Who is Janek?

It was my first time.

They knew it!

They forced me, although I didn't want to.
I begged them. I cried.

We want to believe you, but that tattoo
works to your disadvantage.

I'm a decent girl.

If there is anything else we should know,
now's the time to tell us.

Later will be too late.

I've told you everything.

I went to her university department.

- And?
- I have the list of students.

There are three Janeks on it.

One surname seems familiar, Falkowski.

Falkowski?

My TV, Kinga Falkowska, his mother.

Dunaj-Szafrański's co-anchor.
They know each other.

Quite well, Paweł, they're married.

Dunaj-Szafrański is her second husband,
which means that—

- Emil is Janek's stepbrother, right?
- A year older than him.

JORK - PERKOWSKI'S PARENTS WILL BE
AT THE MORGUE AT 5:00 P.M.

f*ck me.

Good afternoon. Maciej Jork.

Good afternoon.

- Bogdan Perkowski. My wife.
- Hello.

Please, read this.
It's a letter of rights.

Sit down, please.

And you...

What are we doing here?

A few days ago, a m*rder was committed
near the bridge on Kartuska St.

The victim is a male aged
between 35 and 45.

One hundred and eighty centimeters tall,
82 kilos.

The man used a fake name,

so we have a problem
with establishing his true identity.

We brought in a witness
to identify the body.

According to him...

the victim might be your son, Artur.

Our son...

was m*rder*d in August 1994
in the woods near Kochanow.

I know the story.

So, you finally found his body?

Is that what this is about?

Artur was 17 when he went missing.

This man, the deceased, is about 40.

- Your son's body was never found, right?
- Yes.

Are you saying...

It's impossible.

I know what it sounds like.

Why would you think it's Artur?

Like I said, I've got a witness.

Who?

That's irrelevant.

Irrelevant? Irrelevant?

I'm bound by procedures.

Then what are we waiting for?

It's not Artur.

Are you sure?

He was 17 when you saw him last.
His hair was longer.

Only at the top of his head.
He shaved it on the sides.

This man is much older. It's been years.

It's not him.

Mr. Perkowski?

Only the age fits. Nothing else.

Meaning?

Show them his arm.

Good afternoon.

Paweł Kopiński?

- Kamila's brother?
- That's right.

- You identified the body?
- His arm.

Artur had a deep scar on his arm.

Our neighbor had a fox farm...
and a barbed wire fence.

Artur tried to jump over it.

He had 22 stitches.

He said he got into a Kn*fe fight.

Look at his arm. Please.

Why? It's not him.

Please.

Look at his arm.

Left. This scar is on the left arm.

Artur's was on the right.

And it wasn't that long or deep.

Have we finished, Inspector?

Are you sure?

It's not him, Mr. Kopiński.

I know why you'd want
so much for him to be Artur.

But he's not. He didn't come back to you,
and neither did Kamila.

Let's go, Bożena.

They have been dead...

for 25 years.

The guys have returned from the woods.

Holes like Swiss cheese... with a Kn*fe.

Who?

One of the missing four, Daniel Kotler.

Are we eating something?

Laura?

- Laura.
- What?

You look nice.

You're a bad liar, Leon.

I was asking if you wanted
to eat something.

I have to work.

Aged 20 years with a long finish,
oak tannins, what else?

- Tobacco, herbs.
- Try it.

I'm guessing it's not cheap?

Girls, let's go upstairs.

But first go brush your teeth.

How about tomorrow?

- Good night.
- Good night.

Do you know where Gośka keeps
the keys to the foundation?

Why?

I want to pay a visit to my old house.
What's wrong with that?

Just asking.

I'll water the plants in her office.

PAWEŁ KOPIŃSKI
PROSECUTOR

Who is he?

A friend.

A prosecutor?

The scar was on his left arm.

Hello?

Hi.