The first 168 lines.
What sort of species are we,
if we cannot protect our own children?
Poland, 2004
- I want a dress like that. - When you have your first communion.
- When? - In three years.
Can't I do it sooner?
Don't rush things. You've got your whole life ahead of you.
Body of Christ.
Body of Christ.
What are they doing?
They had their first confessions and now they are receiving the body of Christ.
- Let's go to a disco tonight. - I don't have a sitter for Ola.
I'll go by myself.
- Really? - It's not my kid, it's yours.
Honey, mommy has to go to work.
Don't leave me here.
You'll stay with the uncle and help with the remodeling. It'll be fun.
- I love you. - I love you, too. Very much.
What are you two doing?
Sanding down the plaster.
She's allergic to that dust. Tell her to go ride her bike.
Where's Ola?
- Playing somewhere. - In the house?
Everywhere, like a fucking kid.
Is Ola missing?
An ugly man took her.
What man?
What man?
But I didn't take any candies from him.
Take it easy. Look at me.
Tell me what happened.
Ola took a candy. He whispered something to her,
then took her hand, and they left.
- Where. - Towards the brickworks.
A teddy!
- She had this teddy on her shoes. - That's the man's footprint.
Ola!
Ola!
Ola!
Ola?
Ola?
Ola?
That's Ola's dress!
Her hair...
Jesus...
Russian candy...
To Russia!
Roman, I know where they've taken Ola. We've got time to find her.
- She's gone forever. - Roman, please...
Roman!
Fuck! Get the fuck out of here.
- Where'd you get this money? - I won it.
You promised to quit gambling, fucking dick.
- It Robert Goc. Documents... - My daughter's been kidnapped.
I'm going to the border. They're taking her to Russia.
- Documents. - My daughter is 4 years old.
They kidnaped her in front of the house and cut off her hair.
I found these Russian candies.
Please get out of the car.
Let me go or fucking kill me here.
Get into my car! I'll go with you!
We're going to the border.
I should've given her a sweater.
It Robert Goc.
A four-year-old girl's been kidnapped. Her name's Alexandra Chyb.
- This is her mother. - Have you seen her?
They want to take her out of the country.
- She's in that truck. - There's a boy in there.
They cut off her hair!
- Stop! - Let us go!
Grab her!
- Stop that truck! - Police!
I'm a police officer!
Let us go. Her daughter's in that truck.
My daughter!
- Do you speak Russian? - No, I don't!
A kidnapped child is in there!
- I'm with the police. - Passport?
- No, I'm at work! - You can't go without it.
- Fuck you. - You can't go without a passport.
- I beg you... - Let her go!
Calm down, calm down... Just calm down.
I would've made it if not for you!
I would've made it!
If not for you!
Russia Three years later
A gas pipe exploded!
Where's Sonia?!
Sonia, come here!
Everyone outside! Quickly!
Bunny, how are you feeling? It's all over now.
Sonia, Katia, let's be glad we're alive.
Sasza, everything all right?
- I wasn't scared at all. - My little brave bear.
Children, wait for me here. Everything will be all right.
Hello. I live in the building.
What's going to happen with us? Will you arrange a hotel?
Got any identification?
I left my ID upstairs.
- Need to wait. We don't let anyone in. - I'll go get it.
- Where? It's dangerous there. - I've got money there,
Sonia's cereal. She must eat gluten-free.
I'm telling you in Russian: wait here!
I've got five kids. I have to feed them!
- Fuck off! - Stop!
Stop, I said!
That's enough!
No sleeping! Wake up!
Wake up!
- Who are they? - Homeless kids.
We could ask them if they have any food.
We could catch something from them.
Are we homeless too?
We are not homeless.
Uncle Kiryl will return tomorrow.
He'll let us sleep there and give us money.
Everything will be fine.
What's wrong?
All the pipes need to be checked.
Wait.
Wait here.
Hello. I live here. Can I go in?
No.
- How long can you keep us? - Oleg Wladimirowicz Szutkow?
- Do you have my ID? - You're under arrest.
Hands!
Leave him alone!
- Legs! - Oleg, what do they want?
- I don't know, Bunny… - Your left hand.
It'll all be cleared up.
Let's go.
Please don't take Oleg.
I'll do anything you want. I know how to dance…
Take care of the kids. We're going to the station.
Fucking louse!
Get out of here! Now!
What do we do now?
They're taking him downtown. Bus 526 goes there.
We'll go there and wait until they let him go.
Let's get to know each other, Oleg Wladimirowicz Szutkow.
- I'm Tatiana Nikolajewna Ziemcowa. - Major Ziemcowa.
Why so official?
- Maybe I'm not your type. - I don't like this situation.
Maybe you like…
younger girls?
Are these more your type?
Huh?
What is this disgusting stuff?
The firefighters found these photos in your apartment.
They aren't mine!
There are lots of films, too.
I rent the apartment. I don't know whose these are.
I have five children.
- You were in Poland. - What of it?
Watch your mouth.
There are Polish kids in those films.
- What is it? - Come in.
- You've got a visitor. - Who is it?
A Pole. He's been tracking a kidnapped Polish girl for four years.
He saw that we'd confiscated films featuring Polish kids.
He claims it might be connected to his case.
I don't want him here, understand? Get rid of him as soon as you can.
- Tania. - Robert Goc. Nice to meet you.
You speak Russian?
I've been learning it for 3 years.
Vodka?
Been digging through this shit for long?
Over three years.
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