Odwilz (2022) s03e01 Episode Script

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0-0 to all units.
Urgent response needed, life in danger,
Pomorzany district, ASAP.
Turn left. Here.
We're right behind you.
Woźniak, let us through. I'll go first.
With all due respect, Commander,
we'll get there quickly and safely.
What is this, a movie?
Fast and Furious?
- Make way!
- Not a chance.
Come on, Woźniak. Step on it.
Fine, just don't fucking crash.
Fast and Furious, I like that.
Freeze! Let her go!
Freeze!
Don't touch her!
Stay fucking put!
I'm talking to you! Stop!
Fuck.
Zawieja!
Leave it! Drop it now!
Stop!
Stop!
- Hold him!
- Kamińska, back her up!
Motherfucker… Alright.
Holy shit.
I need backup.
We have a bunch
of drugged-out people here.
THE THAW
You've been working
in crime prevention for a year now.
How do you feel about that?
The first months were hard.
I had to get used to the fact that
I'm no longer conducting investigations.
And I had to adapt.
We take ad hoc preventive actions.
What can I say?
It's a completely different work.
You go on duty, go off duty,
make a note.
You go home and…
in theory, forget the whole day.
And how are you settling into the team?
Madejski has a big cop ego.
He likes to show who's in charge.
But he's a solid officer.
He reminds me of my husband.
Wojtek also believed…
that the police has a mission.
Kamińska…
is a bit too loud.
I don't know how she got here.
The main thing
is that she complements Madejski.
And Woźniak…
is new here.
We're getting in sync.
He's a good guy. Seems reliable.
I know I was unbearable.
I know that my husband's death
messed up my head.
At work, I was trying to solve the riddle
that was eating away at me.
Why did he kill himself?
And what did you find out?
That the man behind his death
is a ruthless trafficker.
A man with no scruples.
And maybe Wojtek
did commit suicide. Maybe.
But I know one thing.
It was Molski who pushed him
to do that.
The elusive Molski.
And when you return
to the investigation unit,
will you continue
working on the Molski case?
No.
The case is now in the hands of CBŚ.
I've been taken off.
During the raid on the den,
we found more than a dozen people
in critical condition.
This deadly drug is cheap
and highly addictive right away.
On the streets,
it's known as the "zombie drug."
Every day,
new fentanyl victims are found.
Go ahead, Commander.
Unfortunately, we don't know
the source of that shit.
It's our priority to find it.
We're looking for dealers,
middlemen and couriers
who push fentanyl into the city.
We need to search all the drug dens
and other spots where addicts hang out.
We don't arrest them, okay?
We just talk, bring help.
We're interested in the suppliers,
not their victims.
Ladies and gentlemen, our job
is to curb the spread of this drug.
Next case. Kubiak.
When I asked you
what you found out, I meant…
what you found out about yourself.
That I couldn't cope with Wojtek's death
because I considered it
my personal failure.
And I never lose.
And I don't like to.
At that time, I was very withdrawn.
Emotionally unavailable, angry.
Mad.
I pushed away almost
everyone who came close.
But…
I'm working on that.
And I'm ready to come back.
Cool tat.
Yup.
What does it say?
Analyze it.
FUCK THA POLICE
Savage.
Isn't that a typo?
That's how it was spelled 20 years ago.
Do you have any tats?
I do.
One big scar on my heart.
Just one?
More than one.
When will you invite us over?
- Bye.
- Mr. Boring.
I'm not seeing my kid today,
so let's have a drink.
That's my guy!
How was it?
Another day in the life of a beat cop?
Hard.
COME TO THE TUNNEL!
Backpack.
Wait here.
Same place as usual.
Admit it, Kasia.
This past year has been great, right?
So… I guess
that it gives us some grounds…
to…
to…
Keep things as they are?
Yeah.
Sup!
- Kamil!
- What's up, dude?
- Let me take a ride.
- Just a quick one.
- Okay.
- Long time no see, man.
Long as shit.
When was the last time we saw you?
What have you been up to?
Janek?
Hey, Janek?
Janek…
Hey.
Are you taking out the trash?
Janek…
Let's throw it away.
We'll do it together.
Okay?
Well, well!
Hell yeah!
- Holy shit.
- Gifts.
No shit! Yeah, right.
- Second one.
- Wait.
That's a lot.
Fuck off.
Here.
- Thanks.
- See you.
- Hi, Hania.
- Hi.
What game is this?
One where I'm a warrior
and fight mushrooms.
- Homework done?
- Yes.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- Your room is a mess.
- No.
What are you doing?
Playing.
Online?
Well, yeah.
What's this?
The chat.
For talking.
That's not what we agreed on, is it?
Turn it off.
- Turn it off!
- What am I allowed to do?
We've been here for ages
and I can't do anything.
You promised
that Mom would join us soon. And?
- Hi, kiddo.
- Hey.
- There's a problem, boss.
- We'll talk later, okay?
Come on.
Fuck!
- Leave him alone.
- What the fuck is your problem?
What do you have?
- Are you nuts?
- I got it from Kamil. It's my business.
Yeah.
I know everything.
He's using our route and our people.
The worst part is,
he's bringing fentanyl into Szczecin.
Verified info.
Go there.
Okay.
But I need some cash.
- And people.
- You'll get them.
Bye, kiddo.
You're already here?
Yes, I am.
Guess who I ran into downstairs.
- I have no idea.
- Janek.
With the trash can, disoriented.
My God, I was only out for five minutes.
To buy cigarettes.
One store was closed,
so I went to another.
Mom, I told you
not to leave Hania with him.
He's getting worse.
I'd have bought those cigarettes
if you had called.
Hey.
I've brought you tea and sandwiches.
- Thank you, Małgosia.
- Kasia.
- It's Tuesday, right?
- Yes.
- I know why I went downstairs then.
- Why?
Trash.
Trash.
Now, eat up.
- Eat, alright?
- Yes, of course…
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Hi, Dad!
- How's it going?
- Fine.
I bought groceries.
Again?
How can you afford that?
I got paid.
For the third time this month.
Chill out, Dad.
Everything's under control.
Don't get yourself into some shit, kid.
What?
Nothing.
It's gone cold, just how you like it.
- I like warm coffee.
- I was kidding.
To all units. Królewicza neighborhood,
suspected syncope,
an ambulance dispatched.
We're close. Check in.
1-4-6, we're close, on our way.
Over here!
Hello. I'm the one who called.
At night, I saw him walking,
stumbling, screaming.
Then I went to sleep.
I get up in the morning to smoke,
and he's lying here.
- What time was that?
- Well…
He was screaming
around two or three o'clock.
Did you touch him?
No. I just called you,
came down here and…
Check what's up with that ambulance.
Officer Woźniak.
Offic…
Fuck, the battery.
We need an ambulance.
Unconscious boy,
Królewicza neighborhood.
I'll take over.
Kuba Bosko, aged 16,
High School Number 150.
The parents are identifying the body.
From what I've gathered so far,
he was a good kid,
no behavioral issues, good grades,
his schoolmates liked him.
He was most likely not addicted.
At least according to his parents.
When I found him,
it looked like an overdose.
In my opinion, it's fentanyl.
- How can you be so sure?
- I don't know. Intuition.
The pathologist will examine the body
and determine the cause.
This is yet another death in recent weeks.
And it's not a junkie from a drug den,
but a high school kid.
It seems that
they're distributing fentanyl at school.
We should raid that place to scare
the kids so they stop using that shit.
Zawieja, calm down.
Do you know what this is?
A letter with your evaluation date.
I just got it.
So do me a favor
and keep a cool head for a few more weeks.
Get Madejski in here.
Yes, sir.
The psychologist's assessment
was positive.
It's likely she'll come back.
Listen up, slackers!
We're not going home.
Grandma will take you.
We have to raid School Number 150.
Love you, bye.
We're looking for drugs.
Let's shake the kids down.
Don't play good cops.
Scare them so they don't eat that crap.
Let's roll!
Damn it!
I could have been home already.
Don't cry. Tell us what
you'll buy yourself with the overtime.
I, for one, know what I'll buy.
Get motivated, Woźniak!
Move it, guys!
Hello.
Quick, quick!
Kamińska, set up the tables.
We'll search the kids here.
Thank you for your support
and willingness to help, Principal.
- Antoni Chełminiak!
- Present.
Szym…
Don't get up.
- Ms. Alicja, may I have a word?
- Of course.
Start with exercise one, okay?
I'll be right back.
It's the police…
Good afternoon.
Guys,
I have terrible news.
This morning, one of your friends,
Kuba Bosko, was found dead.
He probably died from a drug overdose.
I know, I'm in shock, too.
Now, please cooperate with the police.
Calmly pack all your things
into your bags and backpacks
and step out into the corridor
to see the sergeant. Thank you.
Take all your belongings
out of your lockers and line up, please.
Turn around.
Put your jacket here,
your backpack there.
Spread your arms.
Jacket, backpack.
Spread your arms.
The girl with black
hair has something.
- What's going on?
- I have drugs on me.
Can we step away?
I don't want everyone to see that.
I understand.
Step aside with me.
Easy.
Show me what you've got.
- Where did you get it?
- I took it from Kuba.
To stop him from snorting it.
- Kuba Bosko?
- Yes.
Okay, I need you to come to the station
to make a statement.
- Could you go with us, please?
- Of course.
Let's go then.
Keep calm.
- I'll grab my coat and follow you.
- Okay.
Woźniak, come downstairs, please.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Take a seat.
- Do you have your school ID?
- Yes.
Let me see it.
- Was Kuba your boyfriend?
- No, my buddy.
- A good friend.
- Is this address correct?
Yes.
My mom will kill me.
- What's her job?
- She works with seedlings.
- Your dad?
- I don't know him, unfortunately.
He left before I was born,
so I don't know.
Alright.
Tell me where you got this from.
I took it from Kuba.
I didn't want him to use it anymore.
How did he use it?
Did he snort it, mix it with water,
shoot it up?
He snorted it.
Then he totally tripped out
and became unresponsive.
- Where was that?
- At the skate park by the blocks.
Can anyone confirm
that you were there with him?
- Is he breathing?
- I'm calling.
- Who?
- The fucking ambulance!
Are you nuts? No fucking way!
- Let's get the fuck out of here.
- Come on.
Okay, I'll send it to the lab.
We'll check if it's the same substance
that killed your friend.
We won't inform your mom for now
because Ms. Alicja
agreed to come here with you.
But soon you'll talk with a detective
who will ask about all the details.
If you cooperate, you'll help not only us,
but most of all, yourself.
Do you understand?
Well?
Shall we go?
Emergency line, how can I help you?
I'm at the skate park.
My boyfriend took some drugs.
He needs an ambulance right away.
Calm down and repeat, please.
I'm at the skate park…
Hello?
Hello, Ms.?
- Hello?
- Kuba!
Kinga, I must tell you
that your situation is serious.
You may be charged
not only with drug possession,
but also with involuntary manslaughter.
Or voluntary.
I don't know.
People go to jail for such things,
do you understand?
So you better think twice.
I'll go to jail, right?
They'll kick me out of school or what?
I don't know, Kinga.
She said they'll ask questions.
Maybe just to scare you.
You may be given a caution
or be placed on probation.
I don't know.
Listen.
I know you're a good kid. I trust you.
But if you know anything
about those drugs:
what he took, who he got it from,
- you have to tell them.
- How would I know? I know nothing.
- Kinga.
- How could I know?
You were the closest to him.
I just don't want any more deaths.
Neither do you, right?
But I don't know.
Anything.
I'd let her go.
Would you?
She won't say a thing now.
She's clammed up.
I'd push her.
If we let her go,
we'll gain her trust.
Well…
I have no choice but to agree,
Sergeant Zawieja.
I have no choice but to thank you,
Chief Inspector.
Before you release the girl,
I'd like to speak with the teacher.
You will.
I've convinced the investigator
to let you go.
I said you came
and gave me the drugs voluntarily.
- And that I trust your words.
- Thank you.
But I need to know
who sold the drugs to Kuba.
Let's agree that I'm giving you
time to think it over.
Here's my number.
Call me at any time.
Okay.
Wait here, please. I'll ask Ms. Alicja
for a quick chat. Okay?
You know, I'm a community worker.
I work with those kids, help them.
Kuba…
He didn't lack anything.
Those drugs…
This doesn't sound like him.
Kuba Bosko is the sixth overdose victim
in the last few weeks.
The white powder he took
was likely fentanyl,
so it's being distributed
also among young people.
We really want to get to the source:
the person who's distributing it.
This leads to our big request for you.
To talk to Kinga and try to get
anything you can out of her.
Who was Kuba's supplier,
what his name could be,
maybe some contact info,
address, or his social circle.
- Anything.
- Sure.
It's crucial for us to stop this drug
from reaching the youth.
- But… of course.
- I completely agree with you.
I'll do everything
in my power to help you.
Alright, that's it. I'll walk you out.
After you.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Come on, Kinga…
Just keep it real with me, please.
Someone had to give him those drugs.
I think you know exactly who.
If you think about it,
you'll figure it out on your own.
Don't tell me it was Kamil.
I didn't say anything.
I'm not going to report some brat
for just a pipe.
Can you believe
that it used to be my school?
I was a brat just like them.
I gave my mother a hard time,
I'm telling you.
- Did anything change?
- Yep. I joined the police.
After today's shift, I need to get wasted.
Who's with me?
No, thanks. You can count me out.
Maybe Ms. Detective will drink
with the peasants tonight?
No, thanks.
I can't, even if I wanted to.
Mother, daughter,
grandma, father-in-law, grandpa.
Life.
Madejski!
To the Rag?
Why not. Bye.
- See ya!
- Bye.
Do you need a lift, Detective?
- No, thank you.
- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.
- I'll see you tomorrow.
See you.
This is Kamil. Leave a message.
Call me back immediately, please.
We need to talk.
I'm heading to your house,
hoping to meet you outside.
Good evening.
Hot, hot, hot!
I'll take it. Let go, let go.
Alright.
So, when will you finally stop pretending?
- What?
- When will you announce your relationship?
Yes, be a couple!
That's exactly what I keep telling Kasia.
Seriously, listen up, guys.
- Mind your own business.
- Hey, what are you doing?
Janek!
What's going on?
Tuesday, the trash.
No, it's Thursday!
Not Tuesday. Come on.
Eat with us.
Let's eat, Janek.
No, Wojtek, thank…
Fuck.
- Fuck…
- Wait.
Let him go.
- Okay.
- I sometimes forget what day it is, too.
Exactly.
That's what happens to Grandpa.
Come get your plate, Hania.
He keeps getting worse.
I'll take him to a specialist.
No, wait.
Let me take care of it. I will…
I'll handle it.
Come here…
See? Couldn't it be like this?
Just like that?
- Normal?
- But it is "just like that."
But it's not "normal."
- Good night.
- Good night.
- IS YOUR MOM A COP?
- YES.
- ARE YOU THE GIRL FROM THE BRIDGE?
- WHAT BRIDGE?
YOU KNOW, THE BRIDGE.
I WAS THERE, TOO.