The Mire (Rojst)

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Wisus!

Wisus!

Wisus!

Wisus!

...to 19 degrees in the south. Here’s the news.

We will connect with our correspondents in the House

of the Central Committee of the Polish United Workers’ Party.

The 20th Central Committee plenum is now in session.

After the report from the Political Bureau...

Delayed by 30 minutes, the train from Berlin to Warsaw

has just entered the station on track 1, platform 1.

-Hi. -Swiss punctuality.

I've got no time.

Give me the money.

There.

Bye.

-Say "hello" to the capital. -Cut the shit, Witek.

Morning news...

Hello. I'm here to see chairman Grochowiak.

POLISH SOCIALIST YOUTH UNION

He hasn't arrived yet.

When will he?

He was to come here in the morning. Must've gotten stuck at the Committee.

-Got an appointment? -At 10. A reportage for the "Courier".

So you're late too.

Take a seat.

-I'll make a phone call. -I'd rather stand.

THE YOUTH FOR PROGRESS

Are you comfy?

Piotr Zarzycki.

-I'm here to replace you. -Interesting.

Have you heard what happened at Gronty?

I don't give a shit.

It's a shame.

It's a while since you had a story like that round here.

-It must be a sign. -Really? A sign of what?

That your time has come.

Have you met colleague Zarzycki yet?

Yes, I have.

A fresh-eyed graduate.

Recommended by Edgier.

-Did you see Grochowiak? -He wasn't in.

Got that text about the heat station?

-The heating season hasn't started yet. -You won't be here when it does.

Have you heard of the dead bodies at Gronty?

What dead bodies?

They found them in the woods.

-I told him... -Has anyone asked your opinion?

Exactly. Go to the store. Something is coming down.

A bottle of vodka is coming down. Go.

Murder. Yesterday.

You'll go to Gronty and see what happened there.

Don't you have enough volunteers?

Our rookie can't wait to go there.

We're busy. So is the kid. Get going.

Fuck!

You'll write about the heat station!

This forest again, right, Wanycz?

It's too scary to be scared.

Got anything?

-Tell me. The editor's waiting. -They can wait.

You'll hear all in an announcement.

Don't be a bitch, sergeant.

You mean that stiff bitch they took out of here today?

Which one?

Leave me alone, Witek.

A blond one?

-Was it a blond one? -I can't tell you.

An order from the prosecutor.

-I need my money back. -I don't have any now.

-I'll let you off. Give me a hint. -Fuck off!

The case is too fresh.

Is this the kind of pleasure you seek on my lunch break?

Has anyone seen you?

Come in!

22 years old.

She had an intercourse right before she died. That was her job.

I guess you know that.

How did it happen?

A smooth and deep cut. Inflicted by a sharp tool.

A lancet, or a butcher's knife.

Here comes the best part.

Come here!

Check it out.

Fuck me!

You know him, right?

I was to meet him at the Sports Center today.

They say sport keeps you healthy. He wasn't defending himself.

No dirt under his fingernails.

Bye.

-You weren't here. -I know.

Will you come for bridge on Tuesday?

I suck at bidding.

I spent my last hard currency on it.

You heard what happened?

It's a small town.

Is there something you want to tell me?

To good times.

To our meeting.

Is it true what they say about that forest?

Ask them.

They say you saw it all when you were a kid.

Why have you come?

Are you leaving? Abroad?

So you know?

It's a small town.

Why have you come here? Do you need money?

-No. -Why, then?

Take me with you.

You know you'll be good with me.

I know.

Please.

Go.

I still have some writing to do.

I must go. The old lady may say something.

Here's my address and phone number.

You'll know where to find me, should you change your mind.

"The Courier".

Yes...

-Witek! -What?

-I have intel on Grochowiak. -Where from?

-The militia. They got the guy. -Stay the fuck out of it!

-Are you done with the heat station? -The text is on your desk.

-Hi, Witek. -Hi.

What do you know?

It's the hooker's cohabitee.

Forensics will be at the scene today at 4.

Can I go with you?

I grabbed his head.

And I slit his throat.

He started to run...

Towards that tree.

She ran in front of the car.

Move, Woźniak!

Come, come.

I grabbed her,

and cut her throat too.

She fell.

More like that.

When I turned around,

he was not moving any longer.

Stay focused!

That's it.

Thank you, prosecutor.

What the fuck are you doing?

Who's that?

A rookie.

So I've heard.

-They say you want to leave town. -Zarzycki.

Got polyps?

This is our version.

Try to keep the whore out of it. You understand?

Edit and publish it without delay.

-The public can't wait. -Sure.

The car's waiting, sir.

You know Grochowiak was popular in the region.

Write a few kind words about him.

Do you have the murder weapon?

He dumped it in the river.

Allegedly.

Get in, Woźniak.

Let's go.

How come?

Is it over?

Yes.

-Thank you. -Thanks.

I'm sorry.

I can't stop looking. Your shirt is terribly rumpled.

My wife and I have just moved.

There's a mess everywhere.

I see. You're just starting out.

We're writing the chairman's memoir.

We're summarizing his work for the voivodship structures.

In the best light, naturally. Would you like to add something to it?

Like what?

That he was a womanizer?

You know that the perpetrator has already been caught?

No, I don't. Who is it?

The woman's cohabitee.

I understand my husband's death was an accident?

Seems like that.

I have nothing to say.

I understand.

-Thank you, ma'am. -Thank you.

-We won't write about you. -Thank you.

Good bye.

Come on!

Fuck! Same shit each time.

Why have we come here?

Weren't you curious whom the chairman of the Youth Union was cheating on?

No.

Now that you know, what do you make of it?

I wonder why he'd cheat on a woman like that?

See.

-Tomato soup! -Thank you.

Twice pork patty with beetroots!

-Excuse me! -Thank you.

-There you go. -No bread?

It's out.