Rojst (2018) s01e05 Episode Script

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
Four plus seven is 11
Nine plus five is 14
Mom!
I'm going out.
1200, 84, 15
If you don't get on this train with me,
you'll stay here forever.
- I need to take care of something.
- Bullshit.
You're addicted to this dump.
That's why you'll die here.
Take care.
Promise you'll find out
who did it to her.
I will.
The night Lidka was killed,
a man came to the bar.
He asked about Grochowiak,
and kicked up a row.
He asked people about different things.
He's the one who beat up the manager.
Why didn't you tell me earlier?
Be careful.
We need to talk.
Be back in a minute, sweetheart.
How do you find her?
I'm recruiting for Nadia's position.
Who bashed your face
the night Grochowiak was killed?
I don't think you want to know.
Tell me, or I'll fuck you up.
Drewicz?
He was looking for the chairman.
I told him he was late.
He got pissed off.
- Did you tell him where to find him?
- You might be surprised,
but even I didn't know
where Grochowiak
used to take his whores to.
Who did?
The one in the slammer.
The whore's lackey.
He told him.
Come in.
- Come in, please.
- I've got no time.
What do you know?
I'll tell you everything.
But not now.
- Why have you come then?
- Listen
Did Kazik tell you where he was
the night Grochowiak was killed?
You were to find out about my child.
Just tell me if you know.
Tell me!
He came back in the morning, drunk.
He didn't want to talk.
Where's he now?
At the cemetery.
Witek!
Witek!
Tell me
Did he do anything bad?
I don't know.
You are a real rat, aren't you?
Been following me for long?
I know what happened in school
and at the sports center.
- How did you know what Grochowiak did
with his girls? - Listen!
Leave me alone,
or I may get out of hand!
Who told you?
Your daughter?
Two days after my child's death,
a guard at the sports center told me
what that scumbag did in his office.
Had she told me, I would've never
let her out of the house!
Did you follow him?
If you did, I will understand it.
Even if you're gonna kill me,
tell me if you followed him
into the woods.
I did.
And?
You've got no idea
how much I regret
I was late.
The scum was already dead.
I had some time to think here.
About us, and you.
I understand now.
Things happened so quickly
that we had no time
to get to know each other well.
To know what we really wanted.
Come here.
Doctors say we were lucky.
I'll stay here for a couple of days.
When I'm back home,
we'll start everything from scratch.
We'll be good.
We will.
We will, you'll see.
Krysia from the other bed
says it's because of the forest.
It separates people.
Teresa
Honestly! Others said that too.
Right after the war,
there was a camp in that forest.
There are people buried there.
There's a glow over there at night.
You were supposed to rest here.
But it's totally opposite.
No, wait!
Wanycz said you sometimes need to wait
all your life for a good story.
Maybe this is your story.
What a surprise!
Mr. Zarzycki has come to work!
- Where have you been?
- In a hospital. My wife passed out.
No wonder, since she's
running around town looking for you.
You know what?
I'm considering sitting you
at a desk for the next 6 months.
I didn't expect you
to get out of hand so much.
On the other hand,
you are catching up to your ex-mentor.
- Why "ex"?
- He left town yesterday.
- Didn't he leave anything for me?
- No.
Fuck!
Now you listen to my orders,
or get the fuck back to Krakow!
Got it?
Yes, I did.
Good.
You'll go to the Food Processing Center
You have an appointment there
with director Wasiak.
Ask him about the supply
plan for the 1st quarter.
- And gently
- Okay.
And gently sound him out
if the prices will go up.
What happened in the forest
after the war?
I think you didn't get
what I just told you.
Good morning, sergeant!
We'll see if it's good.
You've extended your vacation.
The society needs us.
Just fucking tell me what you want.
- Do you know Kulik well?
- Pretty well.
He was on the whore
and Grochowiak's case.
Yes, so what?
I know he busted a wrong man.
Everyone would,
if their balls were squeezed.
You know shit.
Were you at the station
when he was being grilled?
Whom do you cover?
Heniek
We've known each other
since we were kids.
I remember everything.
About myself, you,
our mothers and fathers.
After the war.
I mean everything.
I've always thought of you
as a decent cop.
Really?
So you'd better get
the fuck out of here.
You'll stay here.
You'll help the boys in the cold store.
I'll go home,
an I'll be back in an hour.
Go.
Go on.
What's going on?
- Wanycz came to see me.
- So?
was set up.
You were to gone on a vacation.
Do some angling.
You're messing up my work instead.
I am because I don't believe
Kulik has new evidence.
- What is it?
- A tool.
- Since when?
- Since yesterday.
- Who is it?
- A butcher.
- He let a room to the whore.
- When are you taking him in?
Tonight.
- Do you want to be there?
- Yeah.
Tell Kulik I want it my way.
- By the book.
- You tell him.
By the book.
- It's me.
- Is Zarzycki there?
- Is it you? Haven't you left?
- Not yet. Is Zarzycki there?
- He's out at the Food Center.
Why haven't you left?
Hello?
You fucking
Fucking hell.
Militia. Your papers.
Here.
Yes.
- Where are you headed?
- Home.
What have you got back there?
Nothing. It's empty.
Remember me?
I was at your place
about the hooker from the woods.
- The one staying in your house.
- Yes, I remember.
See?
Haven't you lost a knife lately?
Speak!
Some kid must've stolen it.
Go to my car.
Go ahead, do it.
Unwrap it.
- Is it the one?
- No, mine was a butcher's knife.
- What is it about?
- Nothing.
- You'll hang for it.
- For what?
Hands!
- I've done nothing!
- Give me your hands!
Motherfucker!
Do you know where you are?
You may not.
It's a glade where you killed the whore
and chairman Grochowiak.
- It wasn't me!
- We know, we know.
I swear!
Stop!
What the fuck are you doing?
I confess, I confess!
I'll sign everything!
Where to!
Keep pulling!
- Hello?
- It's me. Come see me quick!
What are you?
I'm borrowing it.
What's up?
- They've just brought a knife.
- So late? Who?
Some Kulik guy.
- When will you have the results?
- Soon.
- You said it'd be a hard task.
- It's not the knife.
- I don't understand.
- It's not the knife you showed me.
There are many traces on this one.
It has a proper blade.
It's a bayonet.
It matches the wound.
Militia!
Papers!
ID!
- I don't give a shit about small towns.
- What's wrong with you? ID!
- It's not him!
- What?
It's not him.
Take him away. He's not the butcher.
Okay. Come with me.
He knows where he is.
What? What are you saying?
Let him say what the fuck
he did in the woods.
- Kulik! What's he mumbling about?
- What's up?
The guy claims Kulik knows
What are you doing?
Put it down!
- Step aside!
- Kulik!
Put the gun down,
or I'll fuck you up!
Shut the fuck up!
We're taking him in!
Put the gun down!
Kulik!
Hello.
Hello.
They'll make the place nicer
Thank you.
- I thought you were to stay at home.
- I sneaked out for a while.
Piotr's out in town arranging things
before we leave.
- When will they release you?
- In two days at the latest.
How is he?
He needs time
to pull himself together.
I think
the baby will take his mind off it.
You'll leave here
and things will get back to normal.
Yes.
That's what's going to happen.
- And you?
- What about me?
You were to leave too.
True.
Maybe I will.
You might not know that,
but Piotr means everything to me.
Without him, I couldn't
If it hadn't been for you,
I wouldn't be here today.
I think you underestimate yourself.
Hi. The door was open.
I was in the hospital,
but you'd signed out.
I couldn't stand that place.
We're leaving tomorrow.
I know.
I want to thank you.
You've risked everything for us.
Not only for you.
That painting in the album,
it's Gronty Forest, isn't it?
Who's buried there?
Ordinary people.
Locals.
The true ones.
And that German painter?
Elsa Koepke.
She's their daughter.
I don't want to talk about it.
The last thing an eastern boy
like me should do then
was to fall in love with a German girl.
Not after what he'd seen
happen in his land.
We met on my arrival in town.
At the end of summer.
In early winter everyone just vanished.
I found out they were taken out
to the forest.
By whom?
The army, militia, the Russians
I found them deep in the woods.
In the barracks surrounded by barbwire.
They kept them there
for several cold weeks.
Many died of typhoid or malnutrition.
Some were beaten to death
by the guards.
What happened with her?
She was lucky.
She was very pretty.
There was nothing I could do.
In February, they were put
on a train and taken west.
Go now.
Your wife needs you.
DISTRICT COUR
Excuse me.
Where can I find Helena Grochowiak?
- A court reporter, red hair
- I know, the chairman's widow.
She no longer works here.
How come?
For about two months now.
Really?
She even gave us a farewell party.
Thank you.
You're here to see Helena?
- Yes.
- She should be back soon.
Wait.
Helena asked me to let you in
if you came early.
You were supposed
to come much later, right?
Yeah
There you go.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
You're here, darling?
I thought you'd come later.
So?
Will you tell me the whole story?
You know how it started.
All I told you was true.
What didn't you tell me?
You won't understand it.
You're not from here.
Please, give me a chance.
Maybe I'm not as dumb
as I seem to be.
Did you plan it yourself?
Or together with him?
Talk!
- What happened?
- Nothing!
- Kulik did what I asked him for.
- Why?
That bastard deserved it.
For what he did to the girls
in the sports center.
- What girls?
- Ordinary ones, like me!
You think he let me off?
Now one of them killed herself!
Did the hooker deserve it too?
What do you think?
Did she beg for her life?
Maybe she hoped they'd let her off?
- I don't know!
- You don't?
Didn't you ask?
Kulik promised he'd let her go.
Seems like it didn't work out.
Now it's your turn to beg!
Fucking do it!
Do you love him?
No.
But he set me free.
Do you love me?
So all that was
just to distract me?
I didn't want you to get hurt.
I was trying to protect you.
Seems like I have more luck
than brains
Comrade prosecutor.
You have neither.
What are you gonna do to me now?
Will you whack me too?
You? Why?
You're nobody.
What you know means nothing.
It's what's on file that matters.
Remember to whom the butcher
owes his end.
Get the fuck out!