Rojst (2018) s03e01 Episode Script

1
[mysterious music playing]
[engine turns off]
- [indistinct chattering]
- [pop music playing]
[man 1] It's minus twenty degrees.
I'm freezin' my fuckin' ass off!
[man 2] Hi, guys.
Hey, Sylwuś.
It's nice to see you, man.
[woman in Russian] Hello, handsome.
Such a cold night.
Can you take me to your cabin?
[exhales]
How much for a blowjob?
[woman in English]
Ooh! "Mr. Concrete." I like it.
[in Russian] Thirty. No condom, fifty.
Hmm?
[man groans]
- [zipper zips]
- [in English] Let's get to work.
[siren wailing]
Oh, fucking pigs. Get out!
- [engine starts]
- I said move it!
How about you turn off the engine.
[engine stops]
- Don't move! Get out!
- On the ground!
[man 2] Gentlemen, what's the problem?
What's the problem?
[indistinct radio chatter]
You're just gonna find a load of tiles.
Nothin' for you to worry about, then.
[officer 1] Hey, Sergeant!
There's like a hundred of these.
Spirit.
And that? Is that for the grout?
[woman] Take him in.
[vehicle approaching]
- Hey! State police!
- Drop your weapon!
[woman] I'm state police! Are you deaf?
[tense music playing]
On the ground, I said!
- [grunts]
- [people screaming]
What the fuck is going on?
Like I fuckin' know? Fuck!
[gunshots continue]
[bullets clattering]
[officer grunts]
[rifle cocks]
[siren chirps]
Cover me, huh?
Jass, fucking get back!
- [tense music continues]
- [gunshots continue]
[woman screams]
[gunshots continue]
- Keep your head down!
- [bullets clatter]
[breathing heavily]
[mysterious music playing]
[muffled gunshots]
- [loud gunshots]
- [music subsides]
[opening theme music playing]
THE MIRE
[music fades]
[sizzling]
[man on TV] At the end of our century,
ladies and gentlemen,
we're no longer choosing
to shop in our small local markets,
no matter how exquisite they might be.
The end of this century
will mark the era of the mega-market.
We walk through or skate through
I'm skating right now.
kilometers and kilometers of aisles.
[pan clatters]
[coughs] Breakfast's done.
with more and more merchandise.
[woman] I'll grab that to go.
Uh, and I left you
a list of things to get today.
- Uh, don't you wanna sit down?
- No, I can't, unfortunately.
There's a lot of confusion
over this skeleton,
not to mention the prosecutor,
the new one.
- [Piotr] Leśniak.
- Leśniak.
He's sniffing around.
What do you think
he's sniffing around for?
I dunno, that's why I've gotta go.
[kisses] Thanks.
[Piotr breathes deeply]
- Hi, Wandzia.
- [Wanda] Hey.
- Hi.
- [door opens]
[door closes]
[Piotr] Hi.
That's for you. Enjoy.
You've got some lipstick there.
She here for good, or what?
- [Piotr] Wanda, please, really?
- It's just a question, man. Come on.
[Piotr sighs]
[Piotr exhales]
Yeah, I'm hoping
she'll move in with us in a bit.
If she doesn't call me Wandzia, I'm fine.
Well, you know, she was just
trying to make friends with you.
But but I'll tell her, for sure.
Can I go to Kitka's today?
To Kitka's? And who is that?
I told you who last time.
The girl from volleyball.
She invited us over to hang out.
Uh-huh. Well, how late are we talkin'?
I'll definitely be back before you are.
Nah. I don't think I'm gonna
be going anywhere today.
Maybe you could go back to work?
And maybe you could be in before 11:00.
Whatcha think?
[kisses]
[door closes]
[mysterious music playing]
[music fades]
- [man 1] Give me those papers.
- [man 2] Mmm.
And finish those reports.
Like yesterday, Tubs.
She sees something like
a squirrel or a duck, and she's off, man.
- Totally
- [man 1] Oh, what are you doing here?
[man 3] What?
I'm I'm still on duty today, aren't I?
And the puppy?
Uh, I I had to, but he's okay.
[whistles]
[man 1] Mika, "you need to know
when to leave the stage undefeated."
[dog barks]
Just go home, huh?
- Do a crossword puzzle.
- Sit.
Limahl needs a proper walk.
[stammers] No, boss,
I'll just come along. [sniffles]
Mika, did the midwife
drop you on your head or something?
Well, I mean, it's just during
my shift that that it came in.
You're gonna solve the case in a day?
Is that your plan? I don't think so.
I'll stay on for a week more.
[stammers] It's not a problem.
It's not such a big deal.
It's a huge fucking problem
because we're not
a halfway house for retirees.
- I I found a translator.
- [Limahl barks]
Sit. Out out of Krakow. Sit!
What if you run into Krysia
over at the hospital?
She's workin' the night shift today.
- Heel! [whistles]
- [Limahl barks]
[laughs]
MUNICIPAL HOSPITAL
[siren wailing]
Professor interpreter.
- Professor Jerzy Jaksa.
- Chief of police.
Okay, let's go.
[Mika] Sit, sit!
Wa wait here.
They didn't, uh, have that one.
- Hey, have you got, uh, any plans
- Well, um, are you asking
- after you get off? Um [clears throat]
- It usually depends.
- I'll see you later.
- [nurse] Okay.
Any news?
Well, what um
Jędrula!
Did you wander into
police headquarters by mistake, huh?
[stammers] And did they manage
to at least get that doorknob?
She loses her mind when they try.
They're planning to give her
a stronger sedative in the afternoon.
So I guess there is news after all.
I want a report tomorrow.
Uh, yeah, but tomorrow's
my nomination ceremony.
Tomorrow is just another day.
You wanna be an officer?
Better leave the fucking help alone
from now on, Jędrula.
Yes, sir.
Professor.
Good morning. [sniffles]
[door closes]
Well?
Talk to her, Professor. Say something.
Like what?
Something.
Anything. What's her name?
Where's she from? What happened?
[in Romanian] Good morning.
My name is Jerzy Jaksa.
Those police officers
want me to ask you what your name is.
Where are you from? How did you get here?
[in Romani] They need help.
They need help.
[uneasy music playing]
[sobs] They're going to kill them.
There's a plane.
- Darkness, Hollywood.
- Mmm.
- [in English] What's up, Professor?
- I dunno. She's talking about Hollywood?
- I'm stumped.
- That's all you got?
I'm I'm sorry, gentlemen.
I speak Romanian, and I'm pretty sure
that she's speaking Romani.
Well, it's gotta be similar to it, right?
Just try to focus, Professor.
- It won't do anything.
- [girl crying]
Mika, what the fuck kind of professor
did you bring me, you idiot?
[in Romani] I'm begging you!
Help them! They can't stay there!
[crying] Help them, please!
[in English] I told you very clearly
the young girl needs peace and quiet now.
[stammers] Well, we're trying
to solve a crime over here.
Krysia told me that you've retired, Adaś.
Can't you see she's been through enough?
You're making everything worse.
Please leave.
[nurse shushing]
[girl crying]
- [stammers] Goodbye.
- Uh, hey!
Chief, wait. I'll de deal with it.
[stammers] Chief, hey!
I just need a little more time, huh?
End of the year.
The millennium, more like it.
Last case, and I'm out forever.
I promise you.
So how about it?
Ooh, fuck me, Mika!
You're such a pain in my asshole!
You're right, boss.
You've got till December.
But after that, I'm givin' it to Tubs.
- Th thank you.
- Do don't thank me!
I'm only doing this 'cause
you've been with the company forever.
And bring me
the right fuckin' translator next time.
I I will, yeah. [sniffles]
Get in the car.
Or are you meeting your wife?
[engine starting]
[mysterious music playing]
- [music fades]
- [distant chattering]
- Hello, Ms. Joanna.
- [Joanna] Hello, Mr. Prosecutor.
I'm sorry for being late.
We were in Warsaw.
Had a bit of a kerfuffle.
- Matwiejska.
- Our new assessor.
Joanna Drewicz.
Uh, follow me.
[Leśniak coughs]
Found her yesterday,
along with the rest of the remains,
near some German graves.
The body was thrown
into the pit, fully dressed.
So we're almost positive it's a woman.
Killed by a gunshot wound to the forehead.
- The bullet there?
- Uh, yeah.
It was stuck in the occipital lobe.
We're pretty sure she's Polish.
You're pretty sure how?
Well, because of this pendant.
Show it to me, please.
Ah.
Hmm. "For my beloved wife."
In Polish.
Uh-huh.
What do you think? Is it German?
Couldn't say.
German.
I always said it wasn't a German cemetery.
The krauts were shootin' Poles here.
I knew it.
[scoffs]
I'm sorry, Prosecutor.
I think there's been a mix-up. I'm not
We don't know whether those bodies
date back to World War II.
We have no idea.
There's definitely Germans
in the grave here.
You've got a theory,
and we've got a different one.
[sighs]
Set up a press conference for later today.
Press conference? Are you sure?
Yeah, we gotta try
to make hay while we can.
If we don't toot our own horns,
who's gonna?
Just go ahead
and write a little press kit.
I don't wanna undermine you here,
but I'm not positive
there were Polish jewelers
in this city prior to the war.
And how do you know
that the victim is even from here?
I get that you have a few doubts.
It's a question of experience though.
We've been lucky.
We've been very lucky.
Ms. Kinga!
[Kinga] Yeah.
[melodious doorbell rings]
[sniffles]
[door opens]
[dog panting]
[dog snarls]
[man in Romani]
The girl escaped from smugglers.
They're looking for an interpreter
to communicate with her.
[man 2] No!
Perhaps I, or one of our people,
should go to the hospital and talk to her.
Even if she were my daughter,
I don't talk to cops!
And none of our people
will help them! Got it?
[man 1] Uncle
[in Latin] Rome has spoken.
The case is closed!
[gulps, groans]
[in English] Child snatchers.
[uneasy music playing]
[Leśniak on TV] A nation's memory
is its greatest treasure,
the cornerstone of its identity.
Many things, vile things, have been said
about our parents, our grandparents,
about what is said to have happened out
in the Gronty Forest all those years ago.
DISTRICT PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE
Much information has been,
well, falsified for us
in order to make us believe
that black is white and white is black
and to make the victim seem like
they were the perpetrator,
not the other way around.
But today,
today we have indisputable proof
of who exactly shot who.
In a supposed German grave,
there was a skeleton of a Polish woman
who was wearing
the necklace in this picture.
The woman was shot with a German weapon,
with this bullet.
Enough slander of the Polish people.
The new millennium
will only be white and red.
[phone keypad beeping]
Are there any questions?
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
[man] Are you seeing
this scumbag right now?
Yeah.
What do you say?
I say good money
always falls to the bad money,
and a scumbag will always show up
to replace a scumbag.
You're not gonna wish me a happy birthday?
[chuckles] Never.
Yeah, well, there's a party tonight.
And though it's my day,
I got something special for you.
I don't like surprises. What is it?
A letter.
A letter calling to you from the past.
From who?
Just make like Cinderella.
Be there before midnight.
In the back room.
[phone disconnects]
Wait. Hello?
[safe keypad beeping]
SHARE
ONE THOUSAND REICHSMARK
MR. WITOLD WANYCZ
[dog barking in distance]
Hey.
[rock music playing]
[knocking on door]
[music stops]
What's goin' on?
Listen, if you like,
I could take you there.
No, thanks. They're gonna pick me up here.
[sighs]
Wow.
You look so grown-up
with that make-up on, Wanda.
That's the idea.
[Piotr] I know that it hasn't been
the easiest year for you.
[clears throat] It's just
But it's gonna get better.
- I promise you that.
- [door opens]
[Joanna] I'm home!
- Maybe for you.
- [door closes]
[whimsical music plays faintly]
Are you headed out?
Uh-huh, seeing the girls.
That's a bummer. I was hoping
we might make something to eat.
Yeah, sorry, but I can't.
Hey, write down the address,
and, uh, the phone number for your friend.
Oh, and don't, uh,
turn off your cell phone, please.
- [Wanda] Okay.
- Yeah.
- Have fun. Take care.
- [Wanda] Okay.
[TV host] Behind me are four
lovely semifinalists who are bursting
Maybe you're back
before 10:00 p.m. tonight? [chuckles]
You're my mother all of a sudden,
telling me when to come back?
Never mind, it's fine. I'm off.
Just like we talked about this morning.
Home by 11:00. You got it, Wanda?
Okay.
[Piotr] Yeah, gotta be fit for tomorrow.
Okay. Bye.
[TV] Today, we are increasingly using
this innovative device,
known to most as a PC
or personal computer,
to send electronic messages
to anyone in any part of the world
in a matter of seconds.
I, for one, can't wait
to see the evolution of this product
in years to come.
It's true, my dear viewers.
This product is a real
Just give her some time, hmm?
Hmm. I know.
It's good that you do.
[uneasy music playing]
[monitor beeping]
[door opens]
[doctor] Ah, good evening.
So what's your name?
Anna [coughs]Anna Jass.
- [doctor] Do you know what year it is?
- An awful one.
[chuckles]
1999, November.
- How long have I been here?
- [doctor] It's your second day.
You're really quite lucky.
The bullet hasn't damaged
any vital organs,
and your spine was spared.
After you get out of here,
you should probably go straight to church.
- [doctor laughs]
- Is anyone else I was with here?
There is one in the morgue.
Please get some rest.
When can I get outta here?
[doctor] You have to stay here
for at least one week for observation.
A gut shot's a serious matter.
Have a good night.
[sighs]
[door closes]
[groans]
Are you kidding me? Fuck that.
- [laughter]
- [dance music playing]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MANAGER!
[indistinct chattering]
Let's go, Rollo.
[mysterious music playing]
[man] Hey!
Jackass.
[gun cocks]
[knocking at door]
[safe beeps]
It just burns on. Old love, undying.
[woman laughs]
Congratulations, darling birthday boy.
[kisses]
MANAGER
When did you get back?
A little bit ago.
Here for long?
For a while.
What do you got there, huh?
A present.
Oh, uh-huh.
[cork pops]
So I saw the press conference.
Uh-huh?
Why did you lie to me?
Honestly, nothing really matters anymore
at all, my dear
Muszka.
[synth-pop music playing]
HEALTH, HAPPINESS, PROSPERITY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MANAGER!!!
[man 1] One more trip,
and I'll have it covered.
- Is he here yet?
- No, not yet.
Well, fuck.
Cheers, then.
Cheers, guys.
Come on.
Gentlemen, evening. [laughs]
Courtesy of the man of the hour.
[laughing]
I mean, it's not
that you aren't all lovely.
It's just we didn't
come here tonight to fuck.
We're here to see the boss.
Well, he should be here, right? [laughs]
Oh, yeah. I might have to go
without saying happy birthday.
And trust me, he wouldn't want that.
Fuck off, kid.
Now, huh?
Fucking butterfaces.
[Rollo] Didn't you hear?
The whores were supposed to fuck off.
Don't get aggressive, po porky,
or you're gonna be sweatin' lard
fr from your asshole.
So what the fuck do you want, huh?
[Mika moans]
The Turk in the ditch isn't my business.
You're not gonna find shit.
Yeah? A a li little birdie told me
that you're a perv for Romani girls.
[nose blows]
Ah, funny, 'cause someone
told me you've retired.
Why you mixed up in this shit,
for fuck's sake?
In this case, I'm actually just gonna be
[sneezes]moonlighting.
Gesundheit.
Oh, thank you, sir.
[music continues]
Hey, another regular face.
How are you doing?
Phew! Well, it's a big day. How are ya?
Domestic beer,
if I remember that correctly?
[inaudible]
No. I'll have a Campari and, uh, a water.
- [bartender laughs] Mixed?
- No, it's for her. I'm good.
I dunno, man.
Can you take this place sober?
The way it was going, I had to
bring it back down a couple notches.
Who are they?
Those, my friend, are the newest players
in the world of Polish business.
- So who's the guy in the middle?
- Marian Hanys.
He offers a wide range of services.
Quit fucking around.
Come work with us over at Kleopatra.
You'd work as head of security.
Our salary is competitive,
hot women everywhere,
good tips, and vacations
on the coast of Bulgaria.
And you don't have to waste your life
fartin' around at the police station.
You'd make somethin' of yourself,
and you'd finally look good. [laughs]
I'm g good. I'd prefer to drop dead.
[Hanys laughing]
Come on, bo boss.
Let's hear what you know
about the Roma girl.
Oh, I don't deal with those fuckers.
Gypsies, right? Come on.
And listen, if you're lying,
I'll hear about it,
and you'll be fu fucked. Get me?
[mockingly] J J
just don't shit yourself, Mika.
Oh, B B B Buła!
Ho how was it blowing the men in Wronki?
I have no idea.
You could ask Krysia, maybe.
[all laughing]
That fucker.
- [grunts]
- [woman screams]
- [music stops]
- [Hanys] Come on! Easy!
Everyone, stay calm. Just keep partying!
- You fucking
- It's nothing. It's fine. Relax!
Go tell the big man
that business is about one's word.
We're out of here.
[patrons murmuring]
[clears throat]
[DJ] Ladies and gentlemen,
a birthday without a dust-up
is supposed to be a bad sign,
so let's party!
[upbeat punk music playing]
Pour one.
[music continues, muffled]
[grunts] What the fuck?
You got a problem, you old bastard?
Cool it, Rollo. Bring my car.
It's just a scratch. You're good.
Yeah, the fuck it is.
[music continues]
[music fades]
[DJ] All right, everybody.
It's almost midnight, so time for a toast!
Let's all sing "Happy Birthday"
to our manager.
Maybe he'll finally appear!
[all cheering]
[in Polish] Happy Birthday to you ♪
Happy Birthday to you ♪
Happy Birthday, dear ♪
[uneasy music playing]
[uneasy music continues]
[uneasy music continues]
[water burbling]
[music intensifies]
- [music fades]
- [siren wailing]
[siren stops]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[indistinct chattering]
[Wanycz in English] Mika!
Hi.
Did you see anything
on the manager there? Maybe a letter?
[sniffles] I'm s s sorry, no.
Anyway, there isn't very much of him to
to take a look at.
Like a lobster. The guy was cooked.
Yeah, be well.
Yeah, you you too.
[Piotr] Hey, you need a ride?
Give my best to your father, Joasia.
- I'll tell him, yeah.
- Have a good night.
- [Piotr sighs]
- [door closes]
Just give me a minute.
Witek, hold on.
[sighs] How long
since we've seen each other?
Two years?
- Seems like it was just a few months ago.
- It's just
Why haven't you spoken to the news team?
I wanted you to stay in touch.
Maybe I just figured that it was time
for me to take a step back.
You took a break as well
from reporting the news.
Isn't that right, Piotr?
[Piotr clears throat]
I mean, I was a bit, uh
I dunno, overwhelmed by reality.
I know.
I'm sorry.
Seems like you're doing okay now though.
Taking a step back,
and yet you came to the hotel.
Pay my respects to the manager
and have some fun. That's all I wanted.
[laughs] Look how that worked out.
Apparently, good stories
never stop coming to me.
Good night.
[Piotr] "Secret" is your middle name, huh?
- [Wanycz] Oh yeah.
- Mr. Wanycz!
[door closes]
[mysterious music playing]
[upbeat jazz music playing]
[man] Open the shop already!
[woman] I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen.
The shop won't be opening today.
[man] What do you mean?
We've been waiting all night!
- Have you lost your mind?
- I have nothing to sell!
- What do you mean? You can hear me?
- Yeah.
[arguing continues indistinctly]
[upbeat jazz music continues]
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
CENTRUM HOTEL
- [Kociołek] Hi there, Curly.
- Hey, man.
The cops.
[upbeat jazz music continues]
[man] Get your ice cream!
[children scream happily]
[man 2] Knife sharpening! Scissors! Hello!
Hello! Knife and scissor sharpening!
Ania, come home now!
Knife and scissor sharpening!
Knives and scissors!
Kocioł! Come sunbathe with us up here.
[laughing]
[upbeat jazz music continues]
[music fades]
- Hi there.
- Hey, man. How are you?
What's shakin'?
[woman] Hey!
I got nothin' going on.
I can't move any currency.
The krauts have all gone home.
Look, man.
Take a look at that guy over there.
You know who he is?
[Kociołek] Western kraut.
Checked in yesterday.
He bought some paper money.
Hmm.
- Has he requested anything?
- Mm-mmm.
No, but he will.
[Grochu laughs]
So what do we do? Go down to the market?
Walk a bit, have a look around,
fleece some punk.
Not today, buddy.
- Got a night shift.
- [Grochu] Today?
A night shift is at night.
[Grochu] Kocioł!
It's gonna be a wonderful summer!
Ya hear me now?
[Grochu] Wonderful!
[jazz music playing in background]
Mr. Kociołek!
The Soviets make your watch?
You're always late.
What's the matter with you this time?
I'm sorry, sir.
It's just that my boy is sick.
Your boy is sick.
Half the nation's drinking till morning.
- Not you?
- No, sir, not me.
The boy's back's been hurting.
Fine. Get to work, then.
The main room, please.
Mr. Alojzy, please take 13.
Let's see what's with the closet.
Hurry, hurry.
- [dishes clattering]
- [knife chopping]
[woman] Oh, There's our little rascal.
Just in time. Get the vase, huh?
- Oh, ho, ho!
- What ya got?
Soup without wine.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah! Eat it, and don't whine.
[woman laughing]
[spits]
Mr. Kociołek, one second.
Take a look.
[manager] See that Gypsy there?
Watch out for him. He's important.
A friend of the prime minister.
They were both at Auschwitz.
It brings you close.
So that was his Volga?
Gypsy resettlements are what he does.
Delegated to oversee all of it.
So be a good boy now.
Yes, sir. Of course.
More soup, gentlemen?
[in German] Far from home,
it's not cheating.
We'll go to the room, you'll relax,
and I'll take care of everything.
For ten marks, you'll get a taste
of traditional Polish hospitality.
Well?
Hurry. Time is money, right?
Right. Cheers.
[man in English] Listen,
I've been thinking about maybe
maybe buying a puppy.
- What do you think?
- Soup of the day?
Uh, how about the full menu, actually?
- [girl] A Dalmatian.
- Oh! Excuse me, ma'am.
I'm very sorry about that.
- [girl] A Dalmatian.
- It's fine.
[chuckles] A Dalmatian.
Why has she got that face on?
Apparently, she's not hungry.
Huh, Anuszka? Thank you.
And boys are supposedly
the more difficult ones, aren't they?
[woman] Sit up straight.
[man] Guinea fowl and potato dumplings.
[jazz music playing]
[jazz music continues]
[synth-pop music playing]
[music fades]