Odwilz (2022) s03e03 Episode Script

1
Stand up.
Now.
I don't want to hurt anyone.
- So put the gun down.
- No, because you all think I did it.
But I'm not some psycho who would…
I just loved her.
And wanted to protect her.
We'll talk…
when you put the gun down, okay?
No, no. You don't believe me.
I wanted to be close to keep her safe.
Arm!
- Mom?
- Hania!
Help me, OK? Get the tape from the drawer
under the coffee maker. Run!
Got it? Rip off a long piece.
More, more, more.
Good. Well done.
Pass me my phone.
It's in the jacket.
Sergeant Katarzyna Zawieja.
Dispatch a unit to my house.
Break-in, attacker neutralized.
Hand me the tape.
Sit up.
Don't move, you hear me?
Who's this and what did he do?
This man… made a huge mistake.
He broke into our home.
And that's not okay, is it?
Sit here.
You were very brave.
You helped me a lot.
What will happen to him?
The police will come…
to take him.
And punish him?
Probably.
How?
Don't worry, we won't hurt him.
I need to go talk to this man.
Okay? I'll be right back.
Have you been drinking?
- What?
- Have you been drinking?
No.
Okay.
This is how it went down:
You were drunk.
You broke into my home
just to talk. Okay?
And I won't report that
you threatened me with a gun. Alright?
Now drink.
More.
More.
Wait, wait.
I've got a flash drive with everything
on it in my pants pocket.
THE THAW
Fuck.
- What's up?
- They're bringing him out.
Trepa!
Hi!
- You won't believe what happened.
- What?
Mom knocked down a man
and I helped her with that.
- And we duct-taped his hands.
- You're such a warrior!
That was intense.
No way you're sleeping tonight.
- Are you okay?
- Yes.
But… we'll talk later.
I have to put her to bed.
Got everything?
Let's wrap up.
Sir?
Buddy, all done?
Not really.
- It's fine.
- Goodbye.
- Thanks.
- Wojtek.
Wojtek, what did that militiaman
want from me?
Trepa.
- I'm… Trepa.
- What trapper?
It's all good, Janek.
Just a police drill.
She knocked him down, kicked him…
And bam! Right in his nose.
Right in the nose? Blimey…
Mom says she'll sign me up
for martial arts. We'll practice together.
Oh yeah? Great idea.
You need to be strong too.
Yes. We'll practice with Trepa.
With me?
But I'm not even sure
I'm fit for it, you know?
If we lived together,
this would've never happened.
What? Are you ashamed of me?
Say it.
What are you afraid of?
All those people?
Their comments?
I don't know.
Or maybe I'm just too good to you?
Too nice? Too kind?
Affectionate? Boring?
Maybe you're most invested
when things are bad?
Yeah, dangerous? Unstable?
Perhaps that's the kind
of partner for you,
someone you'd be afraid of?
Someone you'd give all your attention to?
Not knowing what the fuck he might do.
And with me…
you've got it too fucking good.
Bag carrier.
Babysitter.
Lover on demand.
Fucking home cook.
And now, a fucking driver.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Come in.
Everything alright?
You won't kill him, will you?
Chief!
Why even ask?
If my wife was attacked at home,
I don't know…
Zawieja is not my wife,
for one.
And her home…
is not mine.
Trepa…
Let's get to it.
The fuck was that?
You loser.
What were you thinking?
I'm sorry, I was drunk.
You loved her.
But it didn't work out.
As it happens.
Even if you're doing everything right.
The way you should.
You're doing your best.
You're always there for her.
You could do literally
everything for her.
Still not enough.
And she herself
doesn't know what she wants.
She can't even explain
what you could do better.
And even though…
you're no longer together,
you stay by her side.
You watch her for hours.
Guys, this is the first officer
I've worked with
who catches murderers
in her own kitchen.
Bravo!
Bravo!
Okay, okay.
Thank you very much.
- We'll see if he's a murderer.
- But you weren't bare-assed, were you?
Lewandowski left me a little gift.
He claims this is proof of his innocence.
Not bad.
Tell me, Grzegorz.
You cracked.
You cracked.
- Out of helplessness…
- What do you all want from me?
- You have the photos.
- What photos?
VISUAL EVIDENCE
FOR FORENSIC ANALYSIS
What's in there?
Photos.
The ones we didn't find yesterday.
- I gave that officer a flash drive.
- What flash drive?
With photos of the murderer on it.
I didn't fucking kill anyone, man!
Come on,
don't keep it all to yourself.
What are you doing?
What the fuck is this?!
Your own investigation?
I'm questioning the suspect
and you hide evidence? Give me that!
I was going to, in the car,
but you were too busy yelling at me!
You broke the fucking law!
Fucking hell.
Okay.
- What's this?
- A flash drive…
- Photos…
- For fuck's sake!
One at a time, please.
Zawieja, go ahead.
These are the photos
that I received from Lewandowski.
Evidence in the case that we didn't find
in his apartment yesterday.
- Who's this?
- We don't know, but it's not Lewandowski.
- He took this photo.
- This might be her lover.
I can't see shit in these pics.
Forensics might find something.
Kamil Pawlak.
The last person to see Alicja
the night she was killed.
Well, this confirms Lewandowski's words.
She drew the curtains. Having nothing
to photograph, he went to his mother's.
So, Kamil Pawlak works for Nowak.
- He sold the drugs to Kuba Bosko.
- Yes.
He was the last person
seen at Alicja's place.
And maybe he came for drugs,
an argument broke out, and he killed her.
Simple as that.
God, he's a kid, not a fucking killer.
He knows too much, so he's hiding.
- I have an idea how to reach him.
- How?
Kinga.
I've gained her trust
and she can lead me to the boy.
Oh sure, Chief, why not let Sergeant
Zawieja run the investigation?
No need to take over.
She's doing great, let her have it.
Nah, you go ahead. Call her.
- Go on, talk to her.
- Fucking hell, kids.
I don't care about your relationship,
unless it affects your work.
Unfortunately, it just has.
This shitstorm of yours is unacceptable.
Calm down,
or you're both off the fucking case.
I'll pull you off.
Well then?
Did you figure out
why Lański is in the city?
- No, not yet.
- Okay.
Trepa, go check it out with Aneta
and let me know what he's up to.
- Now?
- When else?
Thank you.
Goodbye.
See you.
Alright.
And what's your plan?
Can you open up?
There really is a man in your photos.
A lover, right?
Can you say more about him?
- Who is he?
- I can't, I don't know.
All I know
is that he only visited her by night.
I think he'd park in the underground
garage and go straight to her.
We found a drug sorting room
in Alicja's apartment.
- Do you think she was dealing?
- Say what?
If anything, that fucker
must've dragged her into something.
What about Kamil?
We know he was dealing and visiting her.
Could he have killed her?
Alicja was like a mother to Kamil.
He'd have landed in an orphanage
if not for her.
She cared for him.
Why would he have killed her?
Do you really think a woman like Alicja
would be dealing drugs?
What happens to me now?
You have to stay here
until the case is clear.
Sorry.
I'm sorry that because of me,
your daughter had to…
I'm truly sorry.
- It's a private owner.
- Yeah?
- How much gas does one of these use?
- As much as you put in.
Nice. What's the price?
It would be about 180 to 200 grand.
- Oh man, way out of my range.
- Dream big.
Check it out.
She's a beauty.
Alrighty.
Our little tracker's in place.
Now we just wait.
Hello?
Hi, Kinga.
Hello.
Kinga, listen to me, it's very important.
Do you know where Kamil is?
He's hiding.
Okay, I see.
Do you think he'd want to meet me?
I need to clear up a few things with him.
Right now,
he's suspected of murder.
If he's innocent,
as we all hope,
he has to talk to me.
Only then will I be able to help him.
Do you understand?
Okay, give me a second.
Sure.
- May I ask you something?
- Sure.
When Zawieja comes back,
you won't be paired up, right?
What do you mean?
Well, everybody knows you're a couple.
If everybody knows everything so well,
we probably won't be paired up.
Together at work, together…
at home. It doesn't work, trust me.
Alright, Aneta…
New topic, okay?
Okay.
Thank you.
- Hello?
- Kamil agreed to talk to you.
He said we'd meet at the Zgody Square.
Okay. I'll come alone.
Can you be there in ten minutes?
Kinga, wait.
I won't get there in ten minutes
That's exactly his point.
But it's just physically impossible.
Fine, let's make it 15.
Okay, I'll be there in 15.
Get me a map of Szczecin.
Let's see.
The Zgody Square.
Zawieja and Woźniak drive plain-clothed
to the corner of Ks. Bogusława
and Wojska Polskiego.
Madejski and Kamińska
go to Bałuki Street.
Third unit, Skupień and Poroz,
secure the pedestrian zone.
And Zawada's unit cover
the whole square.
Where is he headed on that boat?
At night.
To Nowak's, apparently.
- Want some?
- No, thanks.
Come on, I know you like them.
I do, but you know what they say.
Too much of a good thing…
More for me.
Okay, just one.
- Hello?
- We'll be in the park, by the crosses.
- In five minutes.
- What do you mean?
- I can't make it in time.
- You have to.
Alright.
Fuck.
Woźniak, change of plans.
New location.
Let me out here.
Okay, get to your spot fast
and wait on standby.
TO KINGA: I'M HERE
Okay, check in.
We're in position.
FROM KINGA: COMING
I'm in position.
Waiting.
Little shit's messing with us.
You don't get to do side deals.
This is our route and our people.
Take my advice, Nowak.
Back off.
- Otherwise, Molski will kill you.
- Marek, you little chatterbox.
Look, the wheels are in motion.
There's no way back.
Decisions have been made.
Tell Molski that in this city,
I'm the boss.
Whoever gets in my way dies.
Got it?
Got it?!
Take the kid
and get the fuck out of here.
Back off.
Give me the phone.
Fucking hell.
I can see them. They're coming.
Holy fuck, he's here.
Hi, Kamil.
Good decision.
Look for the fucking tracker.
Yeah?
Boss, he's determined as shit.
He won't let go.
This is war.
And the cops are on our tail.
They dropped a tracker.
Fuck!
Pack up, we're off to see your mom.
What?
You heard me.
Pack up.
Holy shit!
I fucking knew it.
Shit, Kamil!
Kamil! Stop!
Cut him off!
He's bolting.
There!
That little shit can't get away.
Kamil!
Kamil, stop!
Fuck!
Oh fuck…
Kamil!
1-3-1-0, sergeant Kamińska.
Corner of Kapitańskiej and Świętosławy.
We need an ambulance.
Cyclist needs help.
These murderers killed my friend!
This officer betrayed us!
- Stop it!
- Here's the second murderer!
- No filming.
- This is my friend.
- We're operating.
- Fuck off!
Give me that!
Woźniak, what happened?!
Why'd you turn the lights on?
Shit!
- Fuck.
- Is he alive?
Yes.
What happened?
- I didn't see him.
- What the fuck?!
He just darted in front of me.
Yes, I know.
The patrol cars' dashcam
and CCTV footage have been secured.
We'll send them immediately.
That'll have to do for now.
Okay then, I'll keep you updated.
Thanks.
Well?
- Care to tell me what the fuck happened?
- Chief…
The boy ran off,
so we gave chase.
- We tried to cut him off, but he…
- No, it was my mistake. I'm sorry.
If I hadn't driven so far in,
like we'd agreed…
Alright.
Chief, the situation was dynamic.
We didn't have enough time
to react properly,
and due to our mistake,
Kamil, whom I was going to meet, bolted.
Kamińska and Madejski initiated a pursuit
that ended terribly for the suspect.
An unfortunate…
accident.
The prosecutor will question
you tomorrow.
I'll put it this way…
We're all in this mess together, right?
You're dismissed for today.
Zawieja. Don't say another word.
Go home.
Hi.
Wait for me. I'll drive you home.
Okay?
These murderers killed my friend!
Thanks.
Hey, Madejski!
Madejski!
Get a grip! Calm down!
Fuck!
Pull yourself together!
Chill.
- Fucking hell…
- You did nothing wrong.
Cut the shit, OK?
The real trouble starts if the kid dies.
No shit!
Look.
These murderers killed my friend!
What are you doing, Kinga?
This is the main…
I saw Lański at Nowak's.
Okay.
Lański met with Nowak.
Nowak smashed his face in.
I don't know what that was about,
but it looks like a gang war.
So I think, since Kamil was dealing drugs,
they came from Nowak,
and Lański without a doubt
works for Molski,
this might be about a smuggling route.
- Or some bigger deal.
- Probably.
I'm sorry, but…
my mind's somewhere else entirely.
Wanna talk about it?
Like two buddies.
I guess there's nothing to talk about.
Kamil?
Kamil, son!
Help!
I need a fucking doctor!
Something's wrong with my son!
- Which way to the ICU?
- Take the elevator one floor up.
Thank you.
Move it!
- What's going on?
- Back up, please.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I'm just not cut out for all of this.
It's all going to shit.
I don't have the strength for all this.
- What's up with you?
- I really don't.
Sweetheart, you can do it.
When was the last time you cried?
When you were pregnant.
My baby.
INTENSIVE CARE UNI
- Hello?
- Zawieja.
Yeah?
The hospital called.
Kamil Pawlak is dead.
What? How come?
- He died during resuscitation.
- Fucking hell!
Will you let the team know?
Okay, thanks.
What's up?
Listen…
The kid didn't make it.
What are you saying?
He didn't.
Fuck.
Now we're really screwed.
I guess…
this isn't a good night to be alone.
It's not.
- At Kamińska's?
- Okay.
- I'll be there in 20.
- Sending the address.
Bye.
Alright.
Get the fuck out of here!
Fuck off!
Fuck you!
Fuck off!