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Fuck! If I go down for this, I'll never see my son again.

Stop it.

None of this was even your fault.

The boy ran away, so we had to follow.

He rode in front of us. They'll figure it out.

Yes, it happened.

But we're alive. Cheers.

So how old is your son?

Five. After a while, though, Agnieszka, ahem, my wife...

she went through this...

-Not sure what it's called. -Baby blues, he means.

She kept nagging him about not earning enough money.

Neglecting the baby. Wasn't good.

Mm.

-Then what? -The man lost his shit at a point.

We just had a little scuffle.

-Right. -I've got a bad temper, I know it.

I will say I'm working on it, though.

She said she'd report me for domestic abuse

and if she went through with it, I'd have been done as a cop. Done.

So I begged her not to do that, and she agreed,

but cut me off from my son in return.

That's it. End of story.

You're a great cop, man.

A goddamn great one. Type that's hard to come by.

Someone who has dreams, right?

You wanna travel the world with your son.

Yeah, okay. Where, though?

I'll retire in four years.

How can I afford to travel?

Fucking camping trip?

All right, we should leave him alone.

Kamińska, how did you get into the police force?

Ah...

Well, I could've been a stripper, homeless,

or some gold digger, a housewife, even.

I could've had a guy in the shipyard, could've had two kids,

or gone to church on Sundays.

But instead, I joined the police.

Know why? It's my life, right?

I can do anything.

Madejski, you're going to be fine.

Cheer up. Come on! Up!

-No, forget it. -Let's dance, man!

Fine, but everyone has to. Get up or get the fuck out.

-Woźniak! -Kasia, move your ass!

Up, up!

Zawieja, what's your story?

We've worked together for a year. I don't know shit about you.

Pretty dull.

My father was a detective.

He walked out on my mother and me, the police, too, then moved abroad.

I enrolled in a police academy later, then my husband and I met there.

Who, in the end, killed himself.

It sucks to be you, girl. That's rough.

THE THAW

-Hello? - Hi, Mom.

I'm sorry I'm not there yet.

I'll be there soon, okay? I'm gonna take Hania to school.

No need to rush, honey. It's already happening.

Okay, thanks.

As usual.

Let's go.

- Good morning. -Morning.

We are currently standing outside

of one of the housing estates in Szczecin.

Since the early hours of the morning,

many residents of the city have been shocked

by the case of 18-year-old Kamil, the victim of a fatal accident

that was unfortunately caused by a police car.

The Szczecin Police haven't made an official statement yet.

Local residents and neighbors have gathered here.

Among them, Kamil's father.

Is there something you'd like to say about your son's death?

Take your time, sir.

I know this must be difficult for you.

This is my son's phone.

He knew something would happen, so he left it here.

There's evidence of this that he recorded on the phone.

Don't talk to her, she's from the police.

The cops are working with them.

They'll kill me.

Are you involved in this?

I have a lot more like this.

It's a tragedy. The boy...

crashed his bike into one of our cars.

Are you going to give the phone to the police?

No, they're corrupt. I wouldn't trust them with it.

Dead on the scene?

He... He was working.

He was actually working for me.

-No. -He and I were working together

to help disadvantaged young people...

In the hospital.

People are treated outrageously by these officers.

And that is why, in compensation,

I would like to give Leon 10,000 zlotys.

- Do you have a response? - I don't want it.

-What did Wojtek say? -No money can bring my son back.

You mean Trepa.

Of course, yes. Trepa.

I only want justice.

I want everyone who's guilty to answer for it.

I won't let the police sweep it under the damn rug. I won't let them.

You know what, Kasia?

There's something really wrong going on with my head.

What was Kamil like? Tell us about him.

Kamil, uh...

I'm sorry.

We've just heard from the boy's father...

Leon.

...and you could hear the pain in his voice.

Please, Leon.

I want you to take the money. Just take it.

You'll need it for the lawyers, okay?

I also was hoping to see what else might be on that phone.

-Yeah, what for? -To be honest,

I have my suspicions about who might've wanted to murder Kamil.

I'm fine with that. The phone stays with me, though.

Ms. Alicja said she'd take care of it.

She knew someone with the police, and now she's dead.

-Hi. -Hi.

Thank you.

I figured maybe you would want a lift to work today.

Mm-hm.

-Have you seen the news yet? -Yeah.

We're all fucked.

Woźniak, you were quiet as a mouse last night.

So I want you to tell the truth right now.

How'd you get in the police, hmm?

I saw a flyer.

"You want a career that's rewarding? Well, then, come sign up."

What?

They were handing them out at our town fair.

I didn't know what to do with my life, so I picked one up.

And here I am.

Seriously?

That was one of the worst stories anybody has ever told.

Well, that's my life for you.

- Here's your coffee. -Great, thanks.

And an onion bagel. Just one, please.

- Onion? You got it. -Yeah.

-Great. - Thank you, enjoy.

Looks like the car was going 42 miles per hour.

No brake marks until the kid was already struck.

There's no official report yet, but the experts are on it right now.

And who was driving?

This man here, Officer Piotr Madejski.

No prior traffic violations.

But there were several instances of excessive force.

The other one in the car was Sergeant Kamińska.

I found no prior records on her.

And Sergeant Zawieja?

She witnessed the incident.

That's all we got so far.

-Hello. -What's up?

Hey.

-Hi. -Hey.

Well?

You ready, kids?

Time to face the prosecutor.

We're now outside of the police station

and we'll be looking for the answers

to all of the questions regarding the tragic death of Kamil.

Will the prosecutor answer a few questions?

Let her step out of the car.

Madam Prosecutor, we have a few questions for you.

-No comments? -Watch out.

Excuse me. Step back, please.

Why do the police consider the death of Kamil to be an accident?

If any of the officers here did break the law,

they won't get away with it.

They'll be punished. You have my word.

All right, everyone. We'll have time for this later.

-Come on! - Murderers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Murder--!

There were no brake marks on the road.

I never saw him until it was too late.

All right.

And before this, had you ever met Kamil Pawlak?

He was like every kid in this area.

Could you tell me what your relationship with him was?

Oh, he and I were pen pals.

Is this funny to you?

I'm sorry, it's just stress.

Well?

Obviously, Kamil Pawlak wasn't a friend of mine

or anything like that.

The boy clearly had issues.