Colors of Evil: Black (Kolory zła: Czerń)

BLACK

Hey, Haircut. What's up?

It's all good. People seem nice.

What do you want to check?

We're late.

Yes. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

Have you settled in here yet?

Well, getting there.

They banished you here, but it's not the end of the world.

Lie low for a few years, and they'll forget.

You can't punish prosecutors for catching murderers.

Who knows? You might even like it here.

- Hey. - Hey.

How was your evening?

Great. I was exploring the town.

- Seriously? - No.

You should. Trulocz's history dates back to the Neolithic.

What's this?

Your new case.

- Theft at a liquor store? - The dark side of the town.

Remember a missing boy case from two years ago?

Adam Poznański?

Yes.

The mother reported it.

Helicopters, dogs,

scouring the woods.

Two days later, she remembered he was with the family.

How could she not know that?

Why do you ask?

My friend has a problem with the statistics.

He can't close it. An error pops up.

Typical. You have to go to Chief Adamczyk so they fix it in the system.

The boy sang beautifully. I remember from church.

You're religious?

More like superstitious.

And you?

- Ruchanki. - Thanks.

- Ruchanki? - Don't ask.

- When is your daughter coming? - Tomorrow.

Good. She'll see our Dożynki. There's going to be a big fair.

And you're that crime writer who bought a house by the lake?

- Julia Sarman. Good morning. - Good morning.

This is my son, Piotruś.

Elżbieta Pakosz. Sorry, it's a small town. Everyone knows everything.

Here you have two of your colleagues.

- Writers? - Almost. Prosecutors.

What a cute boy.

Just like my Michaś.

You have to meet him. He's very shy.

- Mom. - What?

I was in labor for 24 hours

because he was going butt first, and that's how he stayed.

Mine was four hours.

He was covered in the sac. I thought he had no face.

So he was born with a caul!

And who's going to pay the bill?

I'll pay in kind.

My husband.

Chief.

- Good morning. - Good morning, Leopold.

Do you remember a missing boy case from two years ago, Adam Poznański?

I do.

My friend from regional police is doing statistics

and says there's no report in the system.

Tell your police friend to check again. Everything's in order on my end.

We're not in Sopot.

I'll tell him. Thank you.

- But… the boy was found, right? - Yes.

With his family?

Are you interrogating me, sonny?

Just asking.

He was with his family. His mother is an idiot. Literally.

I understand. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Warsaw fuckwit.

Poznański's files are not in the archive.

- They have to be there. - And if they're not?

- They should be. - But they're not.

Maybe with the police. Ask Adamczyk.

I asked. He told me to fuck off.

Really?

Do you know where the boy's parents live?

Why? Are you bored?

Ewelina looks at him like he's a saint. I know this will only cause trouble.

You have a nice house.

Thanks. It's not finished yet. We've built it recently.

Well, with three kids, it must be hard.

What three kids? I have four to support.

But it's good that there's the 800 plus.

I hope they don't cancel it. My husband sometimes earns a bit, but…

At least the bills pay themselves.

The bills pay themselves?

I didn't mean it like that. What is this about?

- It's about your son, Adaś. - What about him?

Two years ago, you reported him missing, and then withdrew the report.

So what?

- So your son was found, right? - Yes.

And is he here now?

- No, he lives with relatives. - In Trulocz?

No, not in Trulocz.

So where?

On the other side of Poland. I lost the address during the move.

What are their names?

I don't remember.

The names of your relatives?

We're not close. My mother's cousin. She wanted to help.

I'll tell you if I find it.

Maybe I made a fool of myself, but I really like him.

Ewelina is young. Takes everything seriously.

It's kind of funny…

So you're not in touch with your son?

With so many kids, you don't have much time.

Do you have children?

- I do, yes. - So you know exactly how it is.

How did she die, Mom?

Mom?

Mom!

Mom!

You did it again.

I'm sorry.

Julia?

Don't you recognize me? Patryk Deczer. From high school.

Hi.

Wow, that's crazy. Damn, why didn't you say you were back?

Guys from school would be happy. Maybe we could have a barbecue?

How are you doing?

I don't know if you remember, but I used to paint in high school.

And I still do.

I recently had my own exhibition in Copenhagen.

Wow.

Is this your son?

Piotruś.

Hi, Piotrek.

Grandma must be happy to have a grandson.

We haven't had time to see her yet.

Listen, maybe get in touch, and we'll organize a meeting with friends.

- Okay. - Okay?

We're in a hurry. See you, Patryk.

Bye. Bye, Piotrek!

Why aren't we going to Grandma's?

Because she doesn't want to know me.

What happened back then?

I don't know exactly.

But something bad.

What's on your mind?

Dad.

Sometimes I don't remember what he looked like.

Look. Wave!

Barrel, barrel!

Look at their castles!

Castle, castle!

- I think the biggest one, right? - Yes!

Okay, go ahead.

Mr. Prosecutor?

Hi. Leopold.

- Julia. - Nice to meet you.

- Is that your little girl? - Monika.

- Gorgeous. - Thanks.

Is she starting school?

Next year, in Warsaw. She lives there with her mom.

- Have you been in Trulocz long? - No, not long.

And do you like it?

Well, it's okay.

Cool. Me neither.

So why are you here?

People get tense when they find out you're a prosecutor?

- Yes, they do. - Doesn't it bother you?

- It does. - Why did you become a prosecutor?

I've been wondering myself.

Why Trulocz?

I'm researching for a book.

The dark past of Kashubia, stuff like that.

- So Monika's on vacation with her dad? - Yes.

Mom, the shooting range!

Come visit us if you get bored. We have a house by the lake.

I'll let her know. Thanks!

Hold it. Watch now.

Special offer today!

Just hit the target, kid,

and your pretty mommy will get a teddy bear to cuddle.

Yup, I heard you were back.

What, you don't recognize me? You don't recognize me?

- Wait, is that your kid? - Let's go.

- We'll come back later. - Hey! Kid!

Look what your mommy did to me!

Go on, look!

A very warm welcome to you all. There are so many of you here today.

- But I remember… - You okay?

…when I started my first term as mayor 20 years ago,

I got some advice.

"Listen to the people, Fabiola."

I try to do that every day, and I hope you can see that in my work.

Thank you. Thank you.

But really, this city is growing thanks to you.

Thanks to the residents, the entrepreneurs,

thanks to your cooperation.

Give yourselves a round of applause!

"Listen to the people."

I got that advice from the late father of today's special guest,