Odwilż

I hope this thing works.

Oh, fuck. Radwan.

- Do you speak English? -Yes.

Yes.

- - How old are you?

-Hey. - Fucking hell.

Help us.

Oh, I thought you had a wife.

- I do. -

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... They don't really talk much.

That's not what they're here for.

I'm serious. Pick one.

Thanks, but I don't feel like fucking right now.

Did I ask you if you feel like it?

I told you to pick one. You too, Radwan.

That's not what this is about.

Then why the fuck are we here?

To figure out what's next.

No, we're here because you're a couple of fucking pigs

who want my money and wanna become my whores.

You know what's the worst thing about whores?

They can fuck you over.

Nobody wants to fuck you over. Come on, let's drink.

Don't change the subject. Are you with me or the fucking pigs?

We're with you.

Then when I tell you to fuck the whores, you pull your pants down.

I gotta have some insurance. Come in here.

Move it. Move it.

- Everyone, get undressed. - Wojtek, you go first.

Bathroom's over there, if you're shy.

All this will be recorded too. A memento.

You can see all the girls at least finished preschool. Let's see.

You go.

You can have the youngest one.

Hm?

For posterity.

Radwan.

You have to pick one or I'll pick one for you.

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?

Zawieja, is that clear?

- -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

Õ I could lie Say I like it like that Õ

Õ Like it like that Õ

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.

You can't take it out on yourself.

None of this is your fault, Katarzyna.

Trepa, you know that guilt is my specialty.

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.

Come in.

I'm so sorry.

I begged him every day to stay away from there.

From where?

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.

-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.

He spent the whole day at our shop.

I left before him, though, to pick up Zuzia.

He finished working around 6 p.m.

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?

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.

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--

Then I came back home.

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.

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.

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.