A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
Preliminary analysis points to death by suffocation
from sudden depressurization of the cabin.
But we have found traces of methoxyflurane and hydrogen cyanide in their alveoli.
Clever.
They're turning on you.
The passengers wouldn't have felt a thing.
A few minutes of confusion but no panic.
They wouldn't have known what was happening.
Time and gravity did the rest.
And the building?
Thermobaric bomb.
Tempered glass kept the explosion in, creating a deadly pressure wave.
They knew exactly what amount of explosive to use.
They must have known the dimensions.
My predecessor was very careless.
He didn't see potential threats and he paid with his life.
Death resulted from the explosion
or the lack of oxygen in an airtight space.
We have always been too lenient.
I hope you can see what monsters you've created.
But they're my monsters.
We must set our emotions aside. We're running out of time.
Allow me to act.
Here I am.
- What happened? You're never late. - I'm here.
Sorry, I overslept.
Don't I get a kiss?
You're definitely not driving today.
How's it going?
They're asleep.
Just like that?
I'm not surprised.
I needed to hide him somewhere. I couldn't exactly take him to the precinct.
What did you learn?
Łukasz didn't stand a chance.
They broke him.
He got stuck between the Light Brigade and the SB.
He reported to both.
Torn between love and loyalty.
Only Uncle knew the whole truth.
That's why he didn't want us to catch him.
Why is that?
He sells weapons to the Light Brigade.
So... there goes his neutrality.
And this...
His parents belonged to the democratic opposition.
Arrested following the 12 March bombings. That's all I know.
- So they were "disappeared". - Like many others.
And he just told you?
I had to convince him that only I can get him out.
What did you promise him?
Your ticket. One way.
You didn't!
That's good coffee.
You didn't.
Specialist Zatoń?
You're to report immediately to Minister Trojan.
Congratulations, Minister.
Your operation was successful?
Yes, Minister.
Then why is a Milicja inspector asking questions?
We had unexpected guests.
Why a suicide?
It was supposed to send a message.
I didn't want her to be enraged.
I wanted her to truly suffer.
To doubt herself and her methods.
Then she will make a mistake.
Minister...
This Milicja officer...
Should I...
He's not important. Leave us.
Things have escalated.
We have a chance to eradicate the Light Brigade.
They have exposed themselves.
We know their modus operandi.
I have a new assignment for you.
You'll report directly to me.
And only me.
Let's go.
We need to re-write your history, Kamil.
- Wake up, Kajetan. - What is it?
Road check.
IDs, please.
ID CHECK LIS, KAROLINA
THREAT LEVEL: ZERO
DAUGHTER OF THE MINISTER OF ECONOMY
INVALID DRIVER'S LICENSE. UNPAID TICKETS
I'm sorry, Miss Lis, you cannot go further.
- What do you mean? - Your driver's license has been revoked.
Are you kidding? Do you know who I am?
- Why revoked? - Unpaid violations.
Can your friend drive?
Everyone has to respect the law, Miss Lis.
Taking over the wheel, officer.
- What are you doing? - I know a shortcut.
- It's not on the map. - Who needs maps?
This isn't even a road! Kajtek!
- Wait. - No way!
Everything's fine. Wait.
Come on.
AUTO REPAIR
- Where were you headed? - To Tałty.
My friend took a shortcut.
Friend...
Looks like a seized piston.
And you twisted the crankshaft.
I'll do the piston here but the shaft can only be found in Warsaw.
I can send someone.
It will take seven hours.
Is there a hotel here?
Don't think so.
But you can stay at my place.
And wait.
Have dinner.
If you want.
And you should listen to your co-pilot.
- Heard that? - Sure.
Thank you.
You do know it's not his fault?
He doesn't need to know.
Maria is turning Kajetan against his father. I can see it.
Then take him away. The Party has day care. You can...
He has enough Party nonsense inside his head.
And I couldn't do it. Kajetan means the world to her.
Like my father used to.
If she only knew who keeps her alive...
This stupid, stupid woman.
Dumplings with beets, please.
Maja? A moment of your time.
Your husband was arrested by the SB. He's in Mokotów with the other radicals.
That's impossible.
The SB doesn't make mistakes. Even when it does.
- There was nothing else I could do. - And what should I do?
You should be grateful that I'm allowing you to keep your job.
Trust me, it wasn't easy.
Thank you.
Where did you get a car like that?
Be quiet, Kuba.
- Can't I ask? - No, you can't.
We study at the University, in Warsaw.
All students have those?
What?
The atmosphere must be very solemn in Warsaw now. With the anniversary.
Unbelievable, right? That it's been 20 years.
We listened to it.
A beautiful ceremony. Really.
- You remember that day? - Of course.
The minute they broadcast the first news,
I ran to my husband in the shop.
And then we listened together.
Other people came from the village.
The news kept coming in, first from Warsaw,
then Krakow, then Gdansk.
Then the priest held mass.
Everybody came. They all had someone in these cities...
- Father was... - It was horrible.
...in Warsaw then.
Were you there?
I was.
Tell us about it.
I don't think it's a good idea.
Please.
I was in the office, at work.
The bomb went off two blocks away.
Everything shook. All the windows shattered.
First I thought the Russians had attacked us.
We went outside, there was dust in the streets.
People ran towards us, away from the square.
Nobody knew what had happened.
Those who remembered war helped the injured, covered the bodies.
Dead bodies everywhere.
Some guy helped me cover bodies with anything we could find.
They couldn't just lie there.
I don't know who he was.
Never saw him again.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said so much.
I'm sorry.
I'll get it.
So can I take it now?
Tobiasz speaking.
When will you be here?
OK.
They have the parts.
They'll be here in four hours but we've had some wine.
He means you should stay the night.
Thank you.
Move it.
You're not exactly hiding.
Spare the artillery.
I won't resist.
It's a miracle you're still alive.
You lost your guardian angel.
Fell from the sky like a sick bird.
You're only alive thanks to my good will
but it's running low.
Maybe this will change that.
Now?
Łukasz worked for the SB.
He designed propaganda posters.
Minister Modzelewski got him the job.
He protected him.
He was seduced by Ofelia.
And...
And what? He told her about the Minister's flight to Moscow.
Trojan found out about this and they killed him.
Very touching.
I was touched, too.
Especially when he told us about you selling bombs to the Light Brigade.
Tell me,
how much do you make from government contracts?
Anatol, I thought that we were friends.
I don't care about you.
It's her I want.
Let's go for a ride.
The car used to belong to the last US ambassador in South Vietnam.
I found it in a scrapyard.
On the outskirts of Nha Trang.
It was parked between two M-41 tanks.
Imagine that, nine tons of American steel
stood between two tanks.
Took me ten years to renovate it.
Had to smuggle parts from America.
There's a whole field of these just outside of Detroit.
Rusting away on the dirt like forgotten warriors.
Just like you.
A communist and a romantic.
This is my expression of trust.
Every text...
every photo...
every song...
every acquaintance...
every location.
Ten million young Poles.
And every conversation
by even more citizens.
Conversation?
Traszkas aren't phones.
But they listen.
You're a dinosaur, Anatol.
BOMBINGS IN MAJOR CITIES
PARTY AND ZOMO TARGETED
SON OF POLAND BY HIS PARENTS' COFFIN
PRIMATE AND FIRST SECRETARY REACH HISTORIC ACCORD
MARTIAL LAW ENDS
Incredible times, right?
I was a few months old.
I don't remember it.
Such a terrible tragedy.
So many people dead.
But God helped us through those difficult times.
Excuse me...
The Party.
You meant to say, the Party helped us through it.
Oh, no.
Nobody believed in the Party.
We all believed in the church. In God.
And then we started living a better life,
better and better every year.
The priest told us that's how
God fulfilled His promises to us.
The Party had nothing to do with this.
This was God's plan.
Do you know this trick?
The left hand distracts you.
While the right one picks your pocket.
What do you think?
Why do you think the Party has you burning copies of Harry Potter?
Why are you showing me this?
So you know who's going to win.
A whole generation.
Educated, safe, prosperous.
The Party created a bubble for them to keep them happy.
The illusion of freedom without actual freedom.
Thousands, millions of private conversations.
Do you know what they all talk about?
About nothing?
There is no call for resistance. There is no cry for freedom.
Nothing.
Your country just lost its soul.
And this worries you?
You're still getting paid.
Enough of your golden wisdom.
I want to meet her.
Right, Ofelia.
The ghosts that you're chasing
are just a means to achieve some personal goal.
You don't really care about anything.
I think you feel that you might lose it.
Your soul.
Don't worry.
I'll arrange a meeting for you.
You might even like each other.
Fuck!
So sorry.
I'll be more careful.
Another world, right?
Not everybody is like us.
Good as new!
Get in, drive, enjoy.
Thank you.
I wouldn't mind one of those myself.
Thank you for everything.
No need. Thank my daughter-in-law.
No, I meant... in Warsaw.
Safe travels.
DECEMBER 1982
Maja Skowron. I'm here for my prescription.
One minute, please.
Boss?
Skowron.
Can you come with me, please?
I'm very sorry. We can no longer fill your prescriptions here.
Why?
You should go now. I'm truly sorry.
What have you done?
Calm down, Maja.
- Where's Kajtek? - Wait, honey, I need to talk to...
You and your husband feeding this bullshit to Wiktor.
He's not some revolutionary.
Calm down, Maja.
You have no idea what your husband is thinking.
You should hear him out before you condemn him.
What are you saying?
You can afford not to work. I can't.
They can take everything away at any moment.
You think you're the only one?
They cut me off.
At the clinic. From the medicines. The ones keeping my mother alive.
Mom!
Maja.
They've arrested thousands.
Tens of thousands of men.
You chose to ignore this until now.
Wiktor's not alone. Neither are you.
There's a group of people.
There are places where you can get your medicines.
What places? Where?
Churches all over the country. Getting aid from around the world.
They have doctors and medicines.
They'll help you.
Go to the Saint Stanislaus church in Wola.
Stay after the mass and talk to one of the priests.
Tell him what happened. They'll help.
They're here to help people like Wiktor and Paweł.
And their families.
Maja, you're not alone.
Where's Kajtek?
TAŁTY LAKE
Let's rent out a boat.
In a minute. Let's leave the bags first.
Let's go to the lake!
- What? Now? - Come on!
Stop it, Kajetan!
I can't swim! I'll drown! Come!
Ever wonder what would have happened if you followed your brothers into the mine?
Apart from me being dead?
That's not what I meant.
My father could never accept that I chose the Milicja academy.
My older brothers just thought I was an asshole.
A pig.
And all this shit-talking had an effect on the youngest one. Jędrek.
He followed them to the mine as soon as he finished school.
All those...
suicidal shitheads remind me of him.
The difference being, he had no choice at the crucial moment.
And then Mom only had me.
You must make her very proud.
She's so angry there's no space for anything else.
After all these years?
You know...
lie after lie from the mine's management and the Ministry.
They blamed the disaster on the miners to save their fat asses.
Mom hates them all.
The hatred keeps her alive.
You have a lot in common.
There's one big difference.
She gave up on life and I want mine back.
They took my family and I want something back.
To live for all of them.
And return to Homicide.
Not just that.
But yes.
I want to go back to Central.
But also to live in a beautiful glass tower in Central.
To be proud when Mom visits.
I have to prove once again that I'm worth something, understand?
I want them to see that I can be useful again.
I won't get there confiscating pirated copies of Harry Potter.
So it's not about dead kids, but about you.
It's about them and me.
Bar Lo Duc.
Nice to see you again.
And not in the desert.
Tell me what's going on.
One of our assets has been murdered.
Once he received confidential information from a key source in the Polish army.
Former special forces.
He ran Poland's covert war against the Soviets in Chechnya.
Not an easy person to kill.
Do we know who did it?
No.
KGB, CIA, Chinese State Security...
They all have their people here.
What was he carrying?
We picked up a SIG-INT out of Tehran...
on the transfer of nuclear technology and weapons from the Polish army to Iran.
The source was providing proof of that sale.
We're in the middle of disarmament talks.
That's why we need proof.
And now that proof is out there somewhere, and our asset is dead.
I'm not prepared for this.
Do you know how many strings we had to pull in Washington
to get you re-assigned to this task force?
Our agents here are compromised. There's only you.
The order comes straight from the Defense Minister Shulman.
This is a direct national security threat to the state of Israel.
Two days ago I had no idea Poland had nuclear weapons,
and now it's selling to Iran?
This makes no sense.
Then either the Party is playing some sort of games with the Americans.
Or they're not in control of their nuclear arsenal.
If this is true...
and the General is dealing arms to Iran
while there are 300,000 American soldiers in Iraq,
the Americans won't stop in Baghdad.
They'll go all the way to Tehran.
We need to know if we're dealing with a madman.
And find the source
before whoever killed our courier does.
If you're looking to smash windows, they're already smashed.
I'm just looking around. I'm sorry.
I have a photo taken here years ago.
This photo could be the key to a mystery.
Then show me.
Come with me.
General.
Counterintelligence has started gathering profiles on our American colleagues.
Anyone of particular interest to us?
A Defense Department contractor evaded her surveillance
as she toured Little Saigon.
She was without an escort for over an hour.
I really think we should restrict access.
No. The Americans must feel like our guests.
You don't agree?
I think that having them here is an unnecessary risk, General.
You mean reckless?
Overconfident, General.
They're the Hussars' wings, Lieutenant.
The villa survived two wars.
The Russians, the Germans, then the Russians again.
In the mid-1980s the Party built
a resort across the lake.
Then we lost our clients.
And the money for its upkeep.
The villa started to rot.
Breaking down, falling apart.
Can I have another look?
I only know that it was taken in the fall of 1982
and that the people in the photo later became important state officials.
And the mystery?
This woman's dead. She was murdered.
Who was she?
I'm trying to find out.
And the rest are close to you?
This one was my professor.
He gave me the photo. Probably for a reason.
Was?
He's dead, too.
But you don't pose any danger, do you?
I'm just kidding. It's a joke.
Come with me.
Take the flashlight.
We closed down in the middle of 1985.
Right, right. I was still a teenager.
We must have some guest books.
We would close every season on 1 October.
So it must have been...
They must have rented out the whole villa.
Which is normal for a wedding.
The page is blank.
Right. This is what you're after?
Is an empty page normal?
No, it's not.
Whose wedding was it?
I don't know.
Back then, everything...
had to be written down...
I forgot!
The scrap-book!
Keepsakes from the weddings
picked here and there.
Different pieces of decorations, flowers, and the... uh, invitations.
On decorative paper.
Here it is.
I think.
I think...
I think I remember this wedding.
There were guests
but soldiers, too.
Those were...
secret meetings, not receptions.
Strange, secretive talks.
Very weird wedding.
I'm sure we'll find something here.
Does this mean anything to you?
Justyna, Grzegorz...
Witold, Maria, Eliza, Ksawery. Just first names.
That's it for this wedding?
Yes.
And this?
I found it in the fireplace.
"You are cordially invited to the wedding reception of..."
Do you know them?
"Zofia Rykło...
and Władysław Lis."