‎Two beers, please.
‎Look, a smoke swallower.
‎Get some water.
‎What the fuck? ‎Get away from my girl!
‎Call an ambulance! ‎Now!
‎You should exhale smoke, ‎not swallow.
‎I swallow.
‎Emilia, hurry up! ‎The math teach's coming!
‎Fresh stuff.
‎Wanna hear?
‎Cool. ‎I've never been here before.
‎They wanted to build a bridge here. ‎That is all that's left.
‎And what's there?
‎There?
‎This is a place for contemplating ‎music together.
‎With your dad, mom, ‎mustachioed uncle...
‎And...? ‎See you soon?
‎What's wrong?
‎Your phone...
‎I won't give it to you.
‎But I'll give you ‎my phone number.
‎272 348.
‎Bye!
‎You're new.
‎And I'm here to help you.
‎I can't help when you refuse to talk.
‎You've kept quiet for six years. ‎And you want to keep it that way.
‎But I've no time. ‎Goodbye.
‎May 14th, 2004, 11:12 PM.
‎Interrogation of Maciej Dolny.
‎Was it the first time you had sex ‎with this underage girl?
‎Did you know she was a virgin?
‎Of course I knew.
‎Zander.
‎The Polish Theater won the most ‎prestigious award
‎at the New York Art Festival ‎for "Anna Karenina".
‎Actress Maria Baumgart ‎received the Special Award...
‎Maria Shitgart.
‎Our thespians ‎will return home tomorrow.
‎- Emilia! My dearest daughter! ‎- Hi, Mum.
‎- How did you like New York? ‎- Wait a moment.
‎- This is my... ‎- Driver.
‎Chauffer Maciej at your service.
‎Maria Baumgart, nice to meet you.
‎- When will you tour again? ‎- Just a moment.
‎It's nice...
‎it's cool that you've come here. ‎Emilia's never picked me up.
‎- Will you drive me home? ‎- No problem.
‎Please, just a few words...
‎Will you wait for me? ‎Five minutes, no more...
‎Let's go.
‎- What about your mother? ‎- She can manage.
‎Who would've thought I'd screw ‎the daughter of famous Dr Dagmara?
‎You did screw her fine.
‎Who would've thought ‎the daughter of famous Dr Dagmara
‎would ask for more?
‎Fuck!
‎What's wrong?
‎Fuck! ‎It's your fault!
‎I keep looking at you, ‎not the indicators.
‎Do you have to be so pretty?
‎Anyway, you're the best driver ‎in the world.
‎I know that, ‎because I didn't want to puke.
‎With other drivers ‎I always want to puke.
‎I need to pee.
‎I need to pee ‎Oh, can't you see...
‎- Good voice. ‎- Bullshit.
‎I should know. ‎I was a drummer in a punk band.
‎- Really? ‎- In high school.
‎- Why don't you play anymore? ‎- The army killed the artist in me.
‎Along with biochemistry.
‎Think I can make it into the Vocal ‎Department at the Conservatory?
‎Sure.
‎Some perverts tied him to a tree.
‎He would sit there all week.
‎He's cool.
‎I'm gonna call him George.
‎What?
‎George.
‎That was my father's name. ‎He died before I could see him.
‎So now my father's going to be my dog.
‎Can we take him? ‎I'm gonna look after him.
‎My mother would never agree, ‎so maybe at your place...
‎With me as a bonus.
‎Maciej?
‎Can I ask you something?
‎Do all guys have such hard-ons ‎when they sleep?
‎I don't know. I do. ‎But you know what?
‎Maybe my dream turned me on. ‎I had an amazing dream.
‎Me, too!
‎Please wait for me. ‎I'll be back in a moment.
‎- Hi, baby! ‎- Hi, Mom.
‎- Where are you going? ‎- Nowhere.
‎- You're 15 years old. ‎- I'm 16!
‎You can't move out! ‎I don't give you my permission!
‎I don't want to live like you.
‎What do you mean?
‎Without men, without feelings... ‎I don't want to live like that!
‎You don't understand how ‎we feel about each other!
‎Emilia, stay here! ‎You can't go.
‎You can't go!
‎I'm sorry.
‎After a five-minutes break ‎we continue the interrogation.
‎Is it true that you were trying ‎to alienate Emilia from her friends?
‎Who said that?
‎Magda Nowak, maybe?
‎She wanted me for herself.
‎And she wanted ‎to prove something to Emilia.
‎- Georgie! ‎- Come touch it.
‎I want some wine!
‎Hi, Magda!
‎Get your asses to The Rocker's!
‎My stomach hurts! Monthlies.
‎My stomach kills me. ‎Must be the monthlies.
‎I need to go to the toilet.
‎MACIASZKOWA. BAKERY.
‎But why do you write a big "2" here, ‎not a small one, like before?
‎Because these are big particles.
‎And those... those were small ones.
‎Understand?
‎And we are big or small particles?
‎We're small particles.
‎No!
‎I've read somewhere that ‎Love and Ego are exclusive...
‎When your Ego's too big, ‎there's no place for Love.
‎Or some other bullshit.
‎Listen to this. Fucking great. ‎My band tried to make a cover version...
‎But you can't beat these guys.
‎All the artists are prostitutes!
‎Somehow I like their version better.
‎Can you see it? ‎Aren't you ashamed?
‎I have to buy you a bigger mirror.
‎Can I try? How do you do it?
‎Stop it, you two! ‎You're tearing me apart!
‎Turn it down! It's after curfew!
‎- Turn it down! ‎- Maciaszkowa will better get used to it!
‎I'm calling the police!
‎Can you see it? ‎Aren't you ashamed?
‎I hear them say ‎That they do what they want
‎And look at this slut, thinking her ‎famous mom makes her untouchable!
‎I can't believe this bitch!
‎All the Maciaszkowas are prostitutes!
‎- Good evening. ‎- Good evening.
‎Long ago, you'd listen with your pals ‎to this song on an old stereo...
‎...and today, it's breaking the noise ‎curfew like anyone else.
‎Just to impress the girls.
‎And this is why, ‎to prevent further profanations,
‎I offer you this fine.
‎- Good night. ‎- Good night.
‎What are you laughing at?
‎You've fucked up her hair. ‎See?
‎Who asked you for help, anyway?
‎Emilia did. ‎I always dye her hair.
‎Thank you for your visit.
‎It's dry, we won't make it.
‎"BITCH"
‎You're such a chicken!
‎This homie just did something extreme.
‎- What? ‎- He pissed into the pool.
‎Dear Grzegorz! ‎I dream about your return.
‎I count the minutes, ‎blah blah blah...
‎I know you dream about me, too...
‎and the dreams we dream ‎are sweet and always together.
‎Can't believe this crap.
‎Don't worry, ‎he's not going to read it.
‎Dear Maciej!
‎What are our sweet dreams?
‎Dear Emilia!
‎Dreams lead to disappointment.
‎So our sweet dream ‎is to not have any dreams.
‎And here the victim ‎tried to escape, right?
‎Wrong. She didn't try anything. ‎She was in a good mood.
‎We were laughing.
‎We've been here before, ‎doing something nice.
‎Something connected to this case?
‎Of course. Everything's connected.
‎At that point, we were together ‎for 2 years, 3 months and 2 days.
‎Look, Daddy's high on the smoke.
‎He's got junkie's pupils!
‎Where's this turn?
‎There was a turn here. ‎It led to a river. Where is it?
‎Someone stole a turn.
‎Snow White stole it.
‎She wanted to go skinny dipping, ‎but she was ashamed of her small tits...
‎so she didn't want the dwarves ‎to see them.
‎What are you talking about?
‎Each of the dwarves
‎has been with her 500.000 times... ‎you know...
‎What?
‎They fucked her.
‎Look, an alien.
‎Let's ask it about the turn.
‎Excuse me. There used to be ‎a turn to the river here...
‎Tonight it's gone. ‎Do you know what's happened to it?
‎You've missed it. ‎You need to go back.
‎Drive 3 kilometers straight...
‎Damn brats!
‎I'll give you a turn!
‎Want a joint, dude?
‎Fuck! He's got a spear!
‎Stop flashing your tits.
‎I love your ass.
‎Then I took her from behind. ‎She was wet and cold.
‎We're not interested in details ‎of your sexual life.
‎A pity. You could learn a lot.
‎Continue.
‎Show us what happened. ‎Be precise.
‎Maciej! ‎Win me something!
‎Pick one.
‎I want the mouse!
‎She has your eyes.
‎Here goes nothing.
‎This junk's busted!
‎Let me try.
‎Insert a coin.
‎No, wait.
‎It's you who's fucking busted.
‎Fucking machine.
‎Don't give in! ‎I need my mouse!
‎I'm gonna do it ‎Chuck Norris style.
‎I'm gonna do it ‎like Bruce Lee!
‎I've got a better idea.
‎My stomach hurts.
‎I'm bleeding like crazy.
‎So, you've got your period? ‎It's not a food poisoning?
‎Good for us. ‎The fucker's 2 weeks late.
‎I was about to despair.
‎Maciej?
‎Maciej, ‎where did you keep your gun?
‎Stop jerking me, ‎you idiot.
‎I kept the gun behind ‎my belt, in the back.
‎Why?
‎To keep it from pinching my balls.
‎Turn off the camera.
‎Keep playing tough, fucker, ‎and you'll lose your balls.
‎You didn't use the knife again. ‎One has to be cultivated at home as well.
‎I'm going to my mother. ‎Look after the little one yourself.
‎We've just married.
‎Yes?
‎Hello, Magda.
‎Sure. Tuesday, 6 PM.
‎See you.
‎When did you ‎regain her friendship?
‎Their fucking idyll ‎started to fall apart...
‎in October, 2001.
‎They were still together, ‎but the cracks began to show.
‎Hi!
‎What are you doing here?
‎Surprise.
‎- What surprise? ‎- Super news.
‎Another happy father in the firm?
‎A lousy joke.
‎Listen: I'm in.
‎I'm a student ‎of the Vocal Department!
‎Thanks to your mother, eh?
‎- Good evening. ‎- Hi, Maciej!
‎Let's drink to her success.
‎Let your career blossom ‎and bring you happiness.
‎En avant‎!
‎Look, a butterfly.
‎It's beautiful.
‎It must've gotten lost, ‎it's winter!
‎We must let it out, it's afraid.
‎It's going to freeze.
‎- Inachis io. ‎- What?
‎- This is Inachis io. ‎- You're an expert?
‎Get to know some girls ‎instead of butterflies.
‎How do you call an expert ‎in butterflies?
‎A Lepidopterist.
‎Wait. Lift me up. ‎It's scared!
‎I'm scared, too.
‎Wait, you've got it!
‎You're taller, have a go.
‎- What does he want? ‎- Some books. The wanker.
‎We've loads of murderers, ‎but this one's a real motherfucker.
‎You know what he did. ‎You don't forgive killing a baby.
‎Come in. ‎Put it in the living room.
‎Hi, Emilia.
‎Oh, you're here.
‎The carrier may leave.
‎No, you're going to smash it.
‎Am I so fucking smashing, ‎or what? Come on.
‎He's more agile than you. ‎He can do it with feeling.
‎7 years bad luck.
‎It was June 21st, 2002.
‎Exactly 4 years, 1 month and 1 day.
‎Here's the file. ‎Please Xerox this page.
‎This file's confidential. ‎Are you allowed to copy it?
‎Indeed I am.
‎Maciej?
‎How about another drink?
‎What's that? ‎New meditation techniques?
‎And what techniques ‎did you use on that newsstand guy?
‎You've learnt new methods ‎of whoring around?
‎What?
‎So, can you tell me what this is?
‎"March, 2002 - intercourse no 808, ‎position, location..."
‎Suck it.
‎Choose the color.
‎Yellow.
‎That's because you're too eager ‎to impress those pricks.
‎They are important pricks ‎from a major label. They can do a lot.
‎You can do a lot.
‎They have to buy this record, ‎because you're the best.
‎- You bet I am. ‎- Show me.
‎No, bring me some Band Aid.
‎Come on.
‎It's OK already.
‎I'm fine. ‎I've got to go.
‎- Please don't drink. ‎- OK.
‎And come home ‎straight after the rehearsal.
‎Okay!
‎- Bye. ‎- Bye, bye.
‎George?!
‎Georgie!
‎My baby!
‎He was terrified, ‎you moron!
‎He thought ‎he's been abandoned again,
‎you idiot!
‎He was just barking ‎at his drunk mommy.
‎You were supposed ‎to walk him, remember?
‎What time do we go ‎to this important gig tomorrow?
‎Can't you fucking drive straight?
‎I'm going to puke any moment now!
‎Give him a break, look at this road. ‎The sonny's doing fine.
‎You're doing this on purpose.
‎You drive ‎like a fucking retarded blind man.
‎Those examiners who've failed you ‎five times were so right.
‎You've bought it?
‎Pathetic.
‎Chris, you want one as well? ‎1000 plus 100 for me.
‎Maciej, I need to piss. ‎Pull over.
‎Over there.
‎We can park there, ‎we've got an invalid on board.
‎A blind man, I mean.
‎Open up.
‎Now, that's a relief.
‎Call me "sonny" one more time ‎and I'll make you eat your own shit.
‎- Understood? ‎- Yes!
‎It's your turn.
‎Maciej, please. ‎I'm nervous before the gig.
‎- I'll be a good girl. ‎- OK. Let him drive.
‎I've been drinking.
‎Doesn't matter. ‎The best may fall.
‎Nerves, nerves!
‎What's that? ‎Wanted to defile my father's country?
‎It's been 5 years, 5 months ‎and 5 days since we first met.
‎And this... ‎this is a proposal.
‎Plus a ticket to our honeymoon.
‎I'm in a hurry.
‎Alright, let's do it.
‎But in our own way.
‎In Kamchatka. No witnesses.
‎May 15th, 2004. Interrogation of ‎Piotr Gaweda, aka The Bangs.
‎What were you doing on the 14th ‎of May, 2004, between 4 and 7 PM.?
‎I refuse to answer.
‎I can only say ‎that I hate Emilia for what she's done.
‎We took a liking to each other ‎from the very beginning.
‎I asked her to break up with ‎Maciej, but she didn't want to.
‎And so it went: after Conservatory ‎she would be with him: dinner, TV.
‎You know what I'm talking about.
‎And in the evenings she would go ‎to the rehearsal and be with me.
‎Absolute fuck-up. ‎She lived like that for 2 years.
‎She said she was afraid ‎he was going to hurt me.
‎Emilia lived in two different worlds, ‎but she couldn't take it.
‎She tried to mince matters.
‎She kept going between him and me ‎and nowhere did she find peace.
‎I wrote a song for you!
‎Just listen.
‎Cool, eh?
‎What are you doing with this cig? ‎You've kicked the habit.
‎I've learnt to blow rings.
‎Stop showing off. ‎Throw it away.
‎Gimme some gum.
‎I don't have any.
‎You do.
‎And why do you keep banging ‎on these drums? You can't do anything.
‎You forgot? ‎The army killed the artist in you.
‎Interrogation of Maciej Dolny. ‎Tell us about the breakup.
‎It happened on the 12th of June, ‎2003 at 8:13 PM.
‎Piotr, fucking defend yourself!
‎I don't know why I did it.
‎I even got a fine. ‎He turned me in.
‎Not Eric Debussy and Claude Satie, ‎but Eric Satie and Claude Debussy.
‎You keep mixing them up.
‎Is he still standing there?
‎Yes, he is.
‎I told you to turn it off.
‎I can't. He said he'd kill himself ‎if I turn off my phone.
‎So let him fucking kill himself.
‎How come he has ‎your new phone number, anyway?
‎Holy fuck. I knew it.
‎What are you doing?
‎He's gone!
‎He might get hurt! ‎I have to go to him!
‎Let me go!
‎He'll hurt himself!
‎Please, calm down.
‎Emilia, do you hear me?
‎Come on, he'll be alright. ‎Please calm down.
‎I beg you.
‎Then he disappeared for 3 months.
‎And suddenly he showed up ‎with this dog, said it got hit by a car.
‎Emilia wanted to see George, ‎she missed him a lot.
‎He doesn't deserve ‎the pleasure of looking at you.
‎- Wait for me. I'll be back soon. ‎- OK.
‎Georgie, my dog! ‎I love you.
‎What happened to you?
‎Thanks for leaving the door unlocked.
‎You're welcome.
‎I'm not going to say anymore tonight.
‎I'm feeling bad.
‎Please stop the recording.
‎Interrogation terminated due ‎to the emotional state of the subject.
‎Was the pregnancy the main reason?
‎Go already.
‎Don't think, go.
‎Okay, I'm going.
‎What would you do in my place?
‎I'd do exactly ‎what you're about to do.
‎Hey, moron. ‎You forgot the cash.
‎So fast?
‎I didn't do it!
‎The asshole kept telling me about ‎complications, bleeding and pain!
‎This I can't forgive myself.
‎I persuaded her to return there.
‎I got this photo two days later...
‎I keep carrying it with me, ‎don't know why.
‎I know that you really want to be ‎a father.
‎Excellent. You could've been.
‎But you won't.
‎Because I've aborted our child.
‎Come and let me show
‎How I need you
‎Take me as your own
‎It's only you
‎There's nothing else
‎She wrote it?
‎Her last song.
‎Fucking Big Love.
‎That's not all.
‎Listen to this.
‎What time will you be there? ‎Buy some buns.
‎I've got something important to do. ‎Don't worry if my phone's off.
‎What?
‎You'll know tomorrow. ‎Everybody will know.
‎Everybody will talk about it. ‎It will be hot news.
‎Everything's under control.
‎Bye.
‎Don't ask me why I didn't get it.
‎After all her lies... ‎I stopped caring about such stuff.
‎I didn't know she was pregnant.
‎She never told me.
‎She even lied to him. ‎Told him she had an abortion.
‎If she told him the truth...
‎Well, you can wonder.
‎It wouldn't happen.
‎I will never learn
‎How to love just so
‎I want you too much
‎to want me
‎to have me
‎Sometimes I wish
‎This was not happening
‎The Prince Charming
‎Only a bad dream
‎To torture me at nights
‎My love, let's pretend
‎That love is not a sin
‎It scares me
‎Let the sleeping truth lie
‎Don't tell me anything
‎Emilia was full of joy...
‎and ready ‎for what was going to happen
‎Ready?
‎Yes. Ready.
‎We talked about it before. ‎She knew.
‎And then -- it happened.
‎One last smoke?
‎You don't like it when I smoke.
‎Today I give you my permission.
‎It's a special occasion.
‎If it's the last one, ‎let's smoke it together.
‎Now.
‎Police? ‎I want to report a homicide.
‎I'm not a witness.
‎I'm the perpetrator.
‎No pulse.
‎What are you staring at?
‎I bet you've never hugged ‎your own wife like that.
‎The investigation's over.
‎You have it all written down...
‎recorded...
‎Now fuck off ‎to your hypocritical pseudo-lives.
‎I wonder if you're still ‎going to be a smartass...
‎when you see this.
‎I'm going to give you such ‎a sentence...
‎that once you get out ‎of jail as an old fart...
‎you're not going to get laid ever again.
‎According to the autopsy...
‎Emilia B. was pregnant ‎at the time of her death.
‎The 13th week.
‎DNA of the fetus ‎points to you as the father.
‎You've killed your own daughter.
‎Maciej!
‎You must know
‎When I have you
‎I'm missing myself
‎I curse ourselves
‎And love ourselves
‎I cannot leave, don't know how
‎So kill it and kill me
‎It will be easy, don't be afraid
‎I curse you
‎And love you
‎Only death is a cure for love.
‎It's me.
‎Fucking Big Love.
‎What?
‎I overdid it?
‎Why so serious?
‎God, look at your faces.
‎It's over! The end. ‎Blah, blah, blah.
‎Maciej Dolny born 01/12/1974 ‎sentenced to 25 years
‎Emilia Baumgart born 01/12/1982 ‎died 05/14/2004