Just One Look (Tylko jedno spojrzenie)

JUST ONE LOOK

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY HARLAN COBEN

Hey.

I have something for you.

Max drew you… saving the world.

You look a bit like a kangaroo, but… apparently it's you.

Oh, and I have… something from Emma too.

Tickets to the game.

Of course I paid for them.

Oh, and…

one more thing.

Hi, Daddy. It's us, Emma and Max.

Max and Emma. Why do you always have to be first?

-Because I'm older. -Give me that.

Hi, Dad. We love you and we miss you.

When will we see each other?

Or maybe we'll come and visit?

Exactly! Because we miss you very much.

-Give me that phone! -No.

Mom!

Yeah, so…

Yeah, at home, nothing has changed.

Ms. Greta, please take this away.

Oh, sorry.

The doctor said that if all goes well,

we'll try to wake him up tomorrow.

Thank you.

May I stay with him a bit longer?

Okay.

Two minutes.

You have to come back quick.

We have a lot to discuss.

I found three Szymon Adamiuks.

I've found none.

Nothing.

Because one is long dead.

One is five and lives in Szczecin with his parents.

The third one's been abroad for several years.

But… what does all that mean?

I went to see the mother of the guy who went abroad.

-Yeah? -She got nervous when she saw my badge.

Is that surprising? I get nervous when I see a cop too.

So when you shave in the morning, you close your eyes just in case?

I shave in the evening.

-In the dark? -Yeah.

According to the mother, Adamiuk left the country without a trace.

-Why didn't she report him missing? -I asked her about it.

She says her son is an adult, and he can do whatever he wants.

Oh boy. The perfect mother.

When I asked if she knew a man called Jacek Ławniczak,

she immediately shut the door in my face.

Oh, thanks.

-Will you give me her address? -Sure.

CALL ME – JIMMY

It's September 10, 2009. Rehearsal of the band ŁAAD.

My name is Alex Gajewicz. Backing vocals and keyboard.

On the bass, Sylwia Leśniak.

Jacek Ławniczak. Lyrics, vocals, music, lead guitar.

And last but not least, the best drummer in the world, Szymon Adamiuk.

Okay.

What?

…drummer in the world, Szymon Adamiuk.

Okay.

Ta-da!

Hi.

Kamila, I got a video from Jimmy.

-They didn't make a mistake. -What?

They didn't make a mistake.

Jacek is… Szymon Adamiuk.

Slow down, Greta. I don't get it.

On the ŁAAD website, Jacek is Szymon.

They labeled the photos correctly.

My husband's real name is Szymon Adamiuk.

So Jacek lied to you?

Damn.

Greta. Maybe you want to talk, huh?

Will you get the kids from school?

Sure.

Good morning, Mrs. Adamiuk.

Mrs. Adamiuk, are you there?

Why are you bothering me again?

I want to talk about your son.

I told you already, Szymon is abroad. Go away!

Ma'am, Szymon… was kidnapped. And he barely survived.

He's in the hospital, after surgery.

Can you take me there? I'll just get dressed.

-Where did you get these? -Can we go?

Where did you get these photos?

These are my kids.

I know, Greta.

I know whose kids they are.

God.

My dear son.

I have to go and get the kids.

Go. I'll stay with him.

Have you seen each other often?

As often as we could.

Greta.

Listen to me.

Before you decide to do anything, Szymon tried to save me.

I was very sick.

After that boy's death, Szymon changed his identity.

He did it to…

get money for my operation.

There… will be time to talk.

He made a mistake.

But it was too late to back out of it.

He sacrificed everything.

My life…

wasn't worth it.

We all paid for it, but he paid the highest price.

I have to go.

It's September 10, 2009. Rehearsal of the band ŁAAD.

My name is Alex Gajewicz. Backing vocals and keyboard.

On the bass, Sylwia Leśniak.

Jacek Ławniczak. Lyrics, vocals, music, lead guitar.

And last but not least, the best drummer in the world, Szymon Adamiuk.

Okay.

What is this all about?

They conned me.

-They conned us all. -Who did?

Jimmy, why did you give me this?

Why are you faking your memory loss?

Okay. You know what? Fuck you.

Wait. You were there.

You saw everything.

Greta!

-Leave me alone. -I know how it looked.

Leave me alone!

Don't tell anyone.

Who are you?

I swear, it was an accident.

I was in the dressing room alone.

Suddenly, Jacek rushed in.

Jacek, what's up?

You stole my song, fucker.

Get the fuck back on stage and say who really wrote that number.

-I'm calling security. -Get back on stage, motherfucker.

And say who really wrote that number.

I didn't steal anything.

"Just One Look" is plagiarism. You turned it into shit!

-Touch me again-- -And you'll do what, huh?

I'm telling the truth. It was an accident.

I spent years in the shadows, like a rat.

Because you felt guilty?

Because you killed Jacek?

Can you stop?

It was an accident.

Because I have never stolen anything.

I wrote that song.

It's mine.

Jimmy, how far were you willing to go for this to stay a secret?

The girls from the band knew about the song and about Jacek.

-That's why you killed Alex Gajewicz. -I never killed anyone.

And you killed Sylwia Leśniak, so the article wouldn't get published.

You think I could kill for some song?

I don't know.

You tell me. Who could do that?

I've done many stupid things. But nothing like this.

Then who killed those people?

Watch the video again.

Call an ambulance!

Somebody call an ambulance!

Jimmy…

This feeling might last

Only if you want to

Old photos, unclear paths on the map

Maybe something's waiting for us

We've got time

And please, let's both give in

To something that is stronger than us

This one look that brings us together

And you know I'm yours

And you know I'm yours

Dalewski, don't you have kids crying at home?

Did you check Adamiuk's mother for me?

She's clean. No run-ins with the law.

Did you know Jimmy D., that musician, was hit by a car?

Dead on the spot.

Yeah?

And?

He's the "Just One Look" guy.

That's the anthem from the 2009 concert where Rembiewska almost died.

Are you suggesting she ran him over?

I know she didn't. She was talking to him earlier.

Right before he was hit by the car.

They questioned her there as a witness.

These coincidences are killing me.

I really need to take some time off.

Maybe we should pull back a bit?

The kidnapper is dead. The kidnapped found.

Lewiński is not our problem.

And the musician ran in front of the car.

Are you being serious?

Maybe we got too caught up in this,

and we weren't looking where we should.

But I know where we should look.

Where?

I'll tell you tomorrow.

Go home.