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Good evening.
Please come inside.
Have a seat.
I need to get dressed.
Wait.
Just spit it out.
We keep searching.
We don't know where he is.
We were really lucky. More than thirty men worked there.
Most importantly, they don't have kids.
- Where is Sikora? - In his office.
I can't fucking wait...
One sec.
Call you back.
This is Mr Sikora, the deputy manager.
Good morning, God bless you.
Magda, this way, please.
CRISIS TEAM OFFICE
This is the crisis team. We won't bother them.
Would you like some water or juice?
- We are here, he's probably out there. - How do you know that?
That's where his mining team saw him for the last time.
He can't have moved anywhere else.
So he's alive?
Magda...
Someone from the mine will take care of you now.
We have a special room for the family. A car with a driver.
We'll manage all your matters.
Excuse me.
- Where were you last night? - In the office.
Two minutes before the tremor, that is at 0:10,
someone called you at your office phone.
Don't fucking cover for him. Tell us what you know.
- Did he go down? - If he clocked in, he did.
Some collect a methanometer, clock in, and never go down.
Not him.
Let's go to my office.
Magda, who should we inform?
He's got no one else but me.
At 0:10, you were at my place.
Is it possible he didn't go down?
He did go down.
People saw him underground.
Eat something.
You'd better think what you're going to tell him.
The face is the most dangerous area in the mine, right?
It was the only area Oskar was assigned to.
They'll prove you sent him there.
And you knew about it.
Did I know what the face was?
Back then, I was focused on the arse.
- Anything else? - No, thank you.
These tiles are really nice.
It looked level.
Looks aren't everything.
They closed my bus stop.
Hi!
Hi.
- And? - Will you give me a lift?
I have a job interview in an hour.
I've just mixed a bucket of glue.
- Call a taxi. - But it's far.
I can give you a lift. Have to go to my dad's anyway.
Can you? There!
You gonna be fine?
I guess so.
- Fancy a cig? - I don't smoke.
Sorry.
Are you pregnant?
No. I just quit.
Do you remember that?
You still have it in the car?
Do you know his father isn't really his father?
Then who?
A stepfather.
Well, yeah.
You knew?
We've never talked about it before.
About what?
Just a little bit.
It's not so obvious.
He's a stranger after all.
What if we adopted a boy?
Would I be a stranger to him?
- Shall I feed you? - There's too much.
The fridge needs defrosting, we must tuck in the grub.
I didn't understand a word you said.
- Were the lights on? - I don't remember.
Were they on or not?
A man would hit someone in the face, not send signs.
Move on!
In fours! On your knees!
We checked the drift. Can't go further than the 30th metre.
There's a rockslide.
You have to clear the rubble by hand and build a rescue tunnel.
What about the atmosphere?
Close to the explosion triangle. You can't fucking breathe.
Tell them to go back.
Get back! Ventilate the workings.
And?
His team mate saw him on T-707.
- It's right here. - What time was it?
He wandered off 30 minutes before the tremor.
Let's find him.
The arch timbering and the net protect us.
The highest pressure is where the coal is mined.
Here's an intact working section.
And here's a collapsed one.
How long is the rockslide?
We don't know that.
Where do you think he might hide?
There are special zones
resistant to pressure of a few hundred tons.
Very safe places to be.
There are two exits in the wall and only one in the face.
So how long is it going to take? This clearing...
Magda, we can't accurately assess it.
And just a ballpark figure?
How many hours?
Days?
Is he going to spend a week there?
There's another option.
We can drill a borehole and lower down a capsule.
We'll keep him alive until we get to him through the drift.
That's the fastest solution.
I want to talk to the General Manager.
I won't leave this room until you tell me everything.
- Look... - Need to talk to the GM.
I don't want to hear anything from you.
Should I tell her we've got out-of-date German maps?
Tell her we don't have machines precise enough.
But the refinery guys do.
A simple drill bit can get screwed up in the wall.
- Will you hit this desk from one km? - They did in Chile.
After six attempts. From 500 metres.
Why the hell did you tell her that?
Above the rockslide, there might be a road,
a hospital or fuck knows what.
Tomorrow, we'll make a test drill, okay?
Tomorrow, for fuck's sake. That's too late!
He can't wait!
Neither can she.
- ...Let us do our job now. - I want to understand...
Just fucking take her out of here.
- ...Let us work, please. - Am I bothering you?
I want to see what you're doing.
Do I have the right to do it?
I want to go where we always went.
I've got to go back!
You hear me?
Fuck...
You wanna stay here until midnight?
What the fuck are you looking for?
Fuck me...
Magda!
I will get him out.
If the borehole happened to be located under that house,
you'd have blown it up, right?
- Take a look... - Hello.
Take a look.
See? He's walking just like him.
He looks just like him.
And he's wearing his jacket.
Pause!
Here.
Can you zoom in, please?
He's walking around the shop, not buying anything.
But he leaves in no hurry, right?
No need to if they stopped me at the tills!
Did you call him?
Excuse me.
I've got CCTV in here, sure.
I saw him go down the mine.
He can't have left without being seen.
How often did you come to my place while officially being underground?
So where is he now?
You're scared to think he might stand right here and face you.
Yeah, just go away.
Just go!
He's already achieved one goal.
Maybe he even caused the cave-in?
You'd rather he'd gone down, right?
It would solve all your problems.
And what's gonna happen now?
Tell me, Kacper.
Do you love me?
Fuck you.
You go fuck yourself!
I had my suitcases packed!
You know what I thought when I saw you?
That you came to take me to your place!
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My father works for a Czech mine. There are more Poles than Czechs.
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