Tarapaty 2 (2020) - full transcript
TRIPLE TROUBLE
I had a dream about pastries.
Do you think they will have any?
Ladies and gentlemen,
we're approaching the final station.
We're sorry about the delay.
Enjoy your time in Poznan.
Auntie said we can't be late.
Hurry up!
Come on, Meatball!
Thank you.
It's my honor to welcome
you to this unique exhibition:
The Gems of Poznan.
-Do you have invitations?
-Yes.
Leave your bags there.
But the dog can't go inside.
Why not?
I don't make the rules.
Professor Strzalkowska, my aunt
the museum's curator, invited us here.
This dog is here at her personal request.
We'll start with a special work of art.
Whenever I look at it,
I feel a surge of emotions.
Meatball will behave,
he's been to many exhibits.
Is that so?
There is nothing special
about it at first glance.
-An empty marine landscape.
-Excuse me.
But this work by Monet,
The Beach at Pourville,
is very special in one respect.
The light.
The light of Normandy,
captured in a quick sketch.
I always feel like I'm there,
standing alone,
and this solitude...
makes me feel good.
Sorry.
The painting was stolen 20 years ago.
Some time ago it was retrieved.
After a long and difficult renovation,
I hereby give you the most important piece
in our exhibition The Gems of Poznan.
Meatball!
Are you OK?
-Julka!
-Auntie!
-What happened?
-I don't know.
Mr. Karol, call the police!
Hello? I want to report...
I want to report Monet's explosion.
First name? Claude.
Condition?
Blown into tiny pieces.
No, we don't need an ambulance.
It's a painting.
The Beach at Pourville.
Hi, I'm Fela.
Quite the jigsaw puzzle.
What?
Quite the jigsaw puzzle.
This way, please.
Detective Rafalski,
I'm taking charge here.
Secure the evidence.
Out of the way! Nowak, security cameras!
Now?
Tweezers.
Who called the police?
I did. I think it was a terrorist attack.
-Who's responsible for this mess?
-I am.
I will do everything I can to...
Ladies and gentlemen,
Poland's collection of paintings
has just been dealt a heavy blow.
We don't know who dealt it,
but we will find out.
Those who dared to destroy
the only Monet in Poland
will be identified...
-Excuse me.
-Don't interrupt adults.
-...and severely...
-It's not a Monet!
What is this nonsense?!
-It's a copy made by my mom.
-What?!
How is it possible...
that a kid realizes it's a copy
before adults do?
-I just know this painting.
-From where?
I painted a sailing boat on it.
-You did what?
-I knew it!
I knew there was something
wrong with the painting!
You painted a boat on a Monet?!
Not on a Monet! Don't you get it?
I painted it on a copy!
That's how I know
the original didn't explode.
Too early for conclusions.
We need to run tests.
We don't.
I did paint a copy
of The Beach a few months ago.
We'll talk about the boat at home.
Can you please explain
how your copy ended up in the museum?
No idea.
I sent it to a client.
Name?
I don't remember. I'd have to check.
-Your name.
-Kaja Ceran.
I'm on the Education Team here.
-So you had access to the Monet.
-How is that relevant?
Out of the way!
Boss, here! Take a look.
Over here. The paper got bent.
Right here... 11:00 p.m.
Please follow me for a brief résumé.
Let's go.
One can't argue with statistics.
Employees are usually
involved in art. thefts from museums.
-Ms. Maria Strzałkowska?
-Yes.
The curator of this exhibition,
-and the museum's Art. Director?
-That' correct.
You're under arrest
on suspicion of stealing
The Beach At Pourville.
Are you out of your mind?
You think I blew up the painting?
This card reader report
clearly states that last night,
at 11:32 p.m.,
you turned off, for four minutes,
The Beach's alarm system.
I lost my card a while ago.
How convenient!
I'm taking you to the police station.
This must be a mistake.
Don't wave your hands in front of my face!
-You'll come with us too.
-Great!
As the author of the copy.
-You're staying here.
-Auntie!
Mom!
Meatball!
What a dog!
What's his name?
Meatball.
It's my fault. I didn't watch him.
He'll be fine.
Your girlfriend is worse off.
She's not my girlfriend.
What if they don't release her?
I'll find the thief, the Monet,
free auntie and Meatball.
Olek will help me.
Did you see the way he was looking at her?
At Felka?
Who does she think she is?
A princess? Or a star?
She's cool.
Cooler than you?
Our first investigation
was quite dangerous.
Your investigation?
We broke up a ring of thieves.
Julka's aunt was my neighbor then.
And so is Julka now,
because she moved in with her aunt.
Her parents are in Canada
and don't want her to join them.
-We had to escape...
-Wait...
Her parents don't want her to join them?
I don't think I should
be telling you this.
Don't talk to her about it.
I'm so sorry.
Why?
Your aunt stole the Monet. What now?
-She lost her card.
-No way it was her aunt.
What did your mom do with the copy?
Who bought it?
-This is our only lead.
-What a mess!
Lucyna's curse!
-What?
-Lucyna's curse.
It's our saying for a mishap.
Lucyna cursed the museum or something.
You're too young...
to remember that.
But I heard about it a hundred times.
You want to know about Lucyna's curse?
-We just wanted to see...
-Right...
It was twenty years ago.
Lucyna was in charge of the Monet room.
Once came this guy,
who looked like a student.
He'd pretend to be drawing,
but whenever Lucyna left the room,
he'd take out a knife and...
little by little,
cut The Beach out of its frame.
What happened next?
Lucyna was a fine lady.
She always wore high heels.
When she was walking back to the room,
there would be this sound:
click-clack-click.
He would stop cutting the canvas,
and go back to drawing.
There were no cameras.
-He dropped off the face of the earth.
-She wasn't too sharp then.
That's not true.
She was our best guard.
So what happened to her?
She got fired.
No museum wanted to hire her,
because she got blacklisted.
She had a small child. She needed money.
So she went
to work in the Old Slaughterhouse.
STALL 88, OLD SLAUGHTERHOUSE
The Old Slaughterhouse?
Yes.
You asked what happened to my mom's copy.
I sent it to the client.
At the Old Slaughterhouse.
You think Lucyna is involved in this?
That's impossible.
She was never proven guilty of anything.
Detective Rafalski was a technician
back then, he'll tell you the same!
Goodbye!
Hey! Don't forget your bags!
-You need anything?
-No, thanks.
-It's not actually a slaughterhouse.
-You thought it was?
Let's find Stall 88.
Excuse me, where is Stall 88?
Eighty-eight?
Go to the side gate.
It's in front of 320, behind number 11.
Great numbering. Thanks!
-What will we do if Lucyna is there?
-We'll talk to her.
She may be a thief. We need a plan.
-We'll improvise.
-That's not a good plan.
Got a better one?
Let's go...
this way.
Julka!
Julka!
Olek!
Fela! Olek!
Olek!
Julka!
Julka!
-Julka!
-Julka!
-Julka!
-Julka!
-Julka!
-Fine, you win!
Olek!
Hello!
Hello!
-Hello!
-Hi, my dear.
I'm lost.
How do you get to where people are?
I may have whatever it is you need.
Actually, I'm looking for Stall 88.
I know where it is.
You do?
Olek!
I don't get it.
Are you sure it's here?
Positive. This is the right stall.
TO LET - STAL 88
The stall has long been empty.
That's impossible.
Believe it or not, there's nothing there.
-What about Lucyna?
-Who?
Lucyna.
No-one's been here for a long time.
So who bought the painting from your mom?
No idea.
Lucyna?
I haven't seen her for a while.
An innocent person could end up in prison.
Hold on. Don't go anywhere.
Look what I've found.
May I?
-Thank you. I'm borrowing it.
-Wait!
Wait!
Here you are!
This is Stall 88,
but there's nothing in there.
I know. And I know
where we can find Lucyna.
How do you know?
What are you doing here?
Nothing. And you?
I've been looking for you.
Your mom...
She asked me to drive you home.
Hi there!
Stop!
Out of the way!
Where?
-Why are we running away?!
- Exactly!
This way! Here!
Why are you running away?
-I'm running away, because you are.
-But you started!
Hurry! She wants to kill us!
But we haven't done anything to her.
-The backseat!
-What? Why?
-Hurry!
-Drive, Karol!
Go, go, go! Drive!
What are you staring at?
-She is crazy!
-Did you see her eyes?
They're two-colored.
She must be after this.
You stole it from her?
Are you insane?
Stop yelling at me. It's from Lucyna!
This is our only lead.
We can find her.
Let me see.
"Greetings from my new job. Lucyna"
Who still sends greeting postcards?
-The Museum of Nature.
-I know where it is.
Karol, will you drive us there?
I must pop by the museum.
You'll wait in the car.
-Then we'll go wherever you want.
-No way!
-We have to talk to Lucyna.
-Right.
-Lucyna?
-The thief.
-Museum first.
-Yeah, of Nature.
Drive us there or I'll start screaming.
-Being ten doesn't justify such behavior.
-I'm 13.
-Again?
-Let's open the windows.
OK, fine!
Just be quiet.
Why don't you introduce me, Felka?
This is Karol Wroblewski,
Deputy Head of the Education Team
at the Poznan Art Museum.
-Your mom's deputy, that is.
-Exactly.
He knows everything
about the museum. Ask him anything.
I'm also the author of the world's best...
-...popcorn.
-Popcorn, thank you very much.
-I have a question.
-Go ahead.
How many paintings
are there in the museum?
34342 works.
Including 28613 items
in the museum's warehouses.
-Wow.
-I have one too.
Shoot.
How is it possible...
that your most precious painting
got stolen?
Are you related to Professor Strzalkowska?
She's my great-aunt.
Yeah, I can tell.
There'll be a turn left soon.
Why didn't you turn?
-Karol!
-Hey!
-I'm driving you home.
- What?!
I'm not going there.
-We have to get there before it closes.
-No way!
-What do you mean?
-Hey, guys!
-What?
-We're being followed.
Karol!
Faster!
-Hang on!
-Drive!
-She's catching up with us!
-Faster!
We've got to lose her!
Everyone's OK?
No! No! No!
Let's get out of here!
I am really sorry.
-You've got that postcard?
-Yes.
-Shouldn't we help Karol?
-He'll be fine. Let's go!
How long is this going to take?
We can end this now.
Just tell me where the Monet is.
Detective.
I gather you think
I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Someone who switches the alarm off
with her own card...
If I'd stolen that painting,
I would be far away from here by now.
Besides, such...
arty-crafty scandals
are completely not my style.
Excuse me, how much longer...
is this going to take?
I'd like to go back to my daughter.
Wait outside, please.
-Could I at least...
-Wait outside!
Get me Nowak.
What time does the museum close?
It's closed already.
We'll go there in the morning.
We'll spend the night at my place.
This is awesome!
You live here? In the middle of nowhere?
-Aren't you scared?
-Of what?
There's my room, and that's my mom's.
This used to be a train station?
-Yes.
-But there's no more trains, right?
No.
This is awesome!
You said that already.
Cool paintings!
I know. My mom's paintings are amazing.
Take a few people,
and search her place in the morning.
Here's the warrant and address.
Just keep it quiet.
I don't want you to be seen.
You think they worked together?
We'll see.
Are we looking for the Monet?
For anything
that has to do with the theft.
Yes, sir.
It's almost done.
And do something about the dog!
It's getting on my nerves.
Get back here!
Police! Freeze!
Meatball, come here, boy!
Come to me, buddy!
Meatball. What are you...
Meatball.
Take it easy. Calm down.
Do you think the police
know they have to look for Lucyna?
Oh, please.
They think my aunt is the thief.
That's why we have to do something.
What do you think?
I...
I can't focus.
We must talk to her.
-Follow her.
-Interrogate her.
Fela, aren't you...
...worried about your mom?
I'm not.
My mom can handle anything.
Olek!
Olek!
What?
-Show me the flea market photos.
-Why?
We might have missed something.
-Ouch!
-Wait!
Popcorn? For breakfast?
Why not? It's summer!
What?
Do you like it?
Sure.
Can I ask you something?
Yeah.
Am I too fat?
Why are you suddenly worried about that?
- No reason.
Hey!
I'm starving!
How far is the museum?
On the other side of the lake.
How we get there?
You'll see.
Olek!
This is awesome!
Do you have a sailing license?
Why? You're scared?
I'm not.
Lucyna! We're coming for you!
What?
Do you... like her?
Who? Fela?
No.
Because if you do, it's fine by me.
I told you I don't. I don't.
OK.
Julka! Come here!
Coming!
-Do you want to steer?
-I can't.
Come here, I'll show you.
Find a spot on the shore
and keep sailing at it.
Like this?
-Very good. Wait, hold this too. Good!
That's it?
Olek! I can sail!
If I had stolen a Monet,
I wouldn't go to work the next day.
Maybe you would, to pretend all is normal.
Nobody would suspect you.
If she's not here,
at least we'll learn where she lives.
Good morning.
We're looking for Lucyna. She works here.
Hello!
-Why can't you just admit it?
-Admit what?
The way you look at her...
You're jealous.
Why would I be?
She's pretty and confident.
-You are being jealous.
-I'm not.
I just like her.
You do?
You think I stand a chance with her?
I haven't seen anybody.
...or an antelope. The hunter would wait.
When a lion approaches,
the hunter stabs it right in the heart.
If hunter misses,
the animal is wounded but not killed.
The lion runs away,
leaving a bloody trace behind.
A chase begins.
A chase after the lion.
The lion must be found.
Altai argali.
An extremely valuable piece.
You're here to see the exhibition?
I'll guide you.
-We've come for the Monet.
-Don't try to worm yourself out of it.
Darling, I'd love to help you, but...
What are you talking about?
You won't find a Monet here.
We know you helped with the first theft.
You stole The Beach again!
Are you sure you have tickets?
Aren't you trying...
to trick me with this nonsense?
Today visiting is free anyway.
We know who you are.
Oh, this?! I took the first badge I found.
I lost mine somewhere, as usual.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to misinform you.
But you know Lucyna?
She works here, right?
Where is she? Where can we find her?
So, how about that tour?
There's no time! Where is Lucyna?
Lucyna... She's...
-She's just...
-Yes?
Lucyna is dead.
What?!
-Since when? Yesterday?
-No way!
Why yesterday? She died three years ago.
-Why do you talk to yourself?
-I'm practicing.
In case somebody visits the museum.
Nobody ever does, but you never know.
-So, how about that tour?
-We're in a hurry. Thanks.
-Come on!
-Goodbye!
An addax from Chad. An incredible piece.
It's unique.
Come on, just for a moment!
- Oh, sorry. I've got it, boss!
- Good job.
I'll take it to the lab...
I'll take care of it.
Bring me Ms. Ceran here in an hour.
Keep your eyes glued to her.
-Strzalkowska can go.
-And the dog?
The dog can go too.
I hear we found the card.
Nowak wouldn't give it to me.
I'm waiting to run the tests.
We all have deadlines.
So, may I?
I'll take care of it.
Make sure nobody disturbs me.
Lucyna's dead. We've got nothing.
Jesus!
I'm glad you're having fun, Olek.
Too bad you don't care about our problems?
-I care!
-We're helping you, aren't we?
Fela...
Yeah?
Your mom painted
the copy that the thief used.
Yeah, she did.
Isn't it strange?
-No. My mom paints a lot of copies.
-But the thief used her copy!
Which she sent to the client.
-Yeah, to a burned stall.
-So what?
Lucyna helped the thief back then.
They could have another helper now.
-What are you saying?
-Didn't you hear Rafalski?
Most often the thief
works at the museum. Like her mom!
So does your aunt.
Allright.
You're upset, your aunt is at the police...
-Because of your mom!
-I get it, but...
The theft happened because of the copy!
-Maybe she really was involved?
-Are you crazy?
Your aunt is at the police,
accused of the theft.
She turned the cameras off.
Let's talk about that!
Good idea!
I didn't expect that from you.
Neither did I.
Hey, no teaming up!
Yeah.
It's all soaked.
-We don't need it anyway.
-We can dry it.
-Fela!
-What?
Isn't this...?
-Karol!
-She was his mom.
Lucyna Wrobel.
But his name is Wroblewski.
-He must have changed it.
-Wait.
Does this mean he's involved?
-You bet!
-But 20 years ago he was a kid.
But what if it's him this time?
What if he took the Monet?
-Fela, did you leave the house open?
-No.
I didn't.
What happened here?
We've got to call the police.
Don't worry. I'll help you.
Hi!
Hey, buddy! Come here!
Hi, what are you doing here?
Julka!
Auntie!
Why is your hair so wet?
What happened in here?
- A break-in?
-No.
-The police.
-The police?
How did you know the security code?
I don't know any code.
How come your fingerprints were
found on the security cameras' panel?
My fingerprints?
I never touched it.
You never touched
Prof. Strzalkowska's card either?
I didn't.
Your fingerprints are on it too.
But the Professor lost her card.
I don't understand.
But I do.
I understand more and more.
SEARCH WARRANT
Julka...
They let me go,
because they found my card.
The card that was used
to switch the cameras off.
They found it here, in Kaja's atelier.
Her fingerprints are on the card.
Does this mean
that Kaja stole the painting?
I need to go to the restroom.
Don't try anything.
Great.
Poor Fela.
I'll talk to them.
-You're pathetic!
-What?
Your mom's a thief. Where is it?
-What?
- She stole the Monet.
Leave her alone.
She must have worked with Karol.
You're delirious.
Fela, they found my aunt's card
in your house!
-What?
-With your mom's fingerprints on it.
-My mom stole nothing.
-She's a thief.
-She's not!
-She stole that painting!
-You're just like her!
-You should focus on your parents.
No, wait, they left you.
And you mean nothing to them!
Olek told me.
Julka...
Don't try anything!
Are you OK?
Oh, shoot!
Shoot!
-You're telling him!
-No, you are!
-I'm not telling him!
-Please do.
We're not telling him at all.
We'll catch her.
And?
-Mom isn't answering.
-And Julka?
She isn't either.
Where on earth is she?
-Are there dangerous animals in the woods?
-Sure, grizzly bears.
Do you copy, Lena? Over!
Oh my gosh!
Are you an officer?
Did you see anything suspicious?
-No.
-Let me know if you do.
Wait!
We're looking for a dangerous...
And she's gone!
Come in, Lena. So far only one minor.
Over.
You scared me!
I thought it's that policeman.
Can you close the door?
You ran away from the station!
I don't have time to explain now.
I need the order
for the copy of The Beach.
Close the door.
I don't have to help you. You're a thief.
-I'm not.
-I don't believe you!
This is the least of my problems now.
-Hey, officer!
-What are you doing?
-Officer!
-Stop it! Shush!
Listen to me.
I'm sure your parents
spend lots of time with you.
Take you to the movies,
out for ice cream, whatever you want.
But Felka has only me.
Do you understand?
If I go to jail, she won't have anybody.
What's up?
What it is? Did you see anything odd?
Well, did you?
-No.
-Why did you call me then?
Because I just remembered something.
But it's probably nothing.
Anything can be important. Tell me.
I saw their boat on the
lake on my way back home.
Oh, OK.
Where was it heading?
-To the other side, I guess.
-Fine.
Thanks.
Why didn't you tell him?
-It's not true.
-What?
-It's not true.
-What isn't?
What you said about my parents.
They don't care about me at all.
There's nothing to be ashamed of.
Do you want me to hug you?
Come here.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Julka.
You'll watch
all the train and gas stations.
And the airport!
She'll try to flee the town.
-With The Beach.
-Yes, sir.
Watch her house.
She'll try to see her daughter.
-Yes, sir.
-Now go! Get cracking!
Someone's trying to frame me.
Do you know who this is?
Young Karol.
But I don't know her.
Lucyna, his mother.
Accused of the first theft of the Monet.
I remember that story.
She's Karol's mother?
We checked her. She's dead.
Any idea where he can be hiding?
Does he have friends?
You think Karol stole that painting?
Lucyna failed, so Karol tried again.
Can someone be helping him?
I saw him recently.
He was with that strange woman.
When I asked him about her...
he played dumb.
Where did you see them?
By the Slaughterhouse.
Her eyes were weird.
They were different colors.
-One was blue, the other...
-Brown!
The lunatic from the flea market!
Olek! You were supposed to keep watch!
What now?
-I'll stop them.
-No.
It's going to be fine. Find the painting.
-No way!
-Fela, it's a good idea.
My car is in the back.
Felka...
Go now!
Come, Felka!
Check the flea market.
I'm going to the police station.
Take care of yourselves!
-Excuse me.
-Hello.
Where's that two-color-eyed lady?
She just disappeared.
-Which way did she go?
-How should I know?
Meatball!
What's the matter?
You thief!
Stop it, Fela!
Where is the painting?
Stop kicking!
Meeting with the Two-Color-Eyed.
Time: 17:28. I'm going in.
Oh, it's you! Nice to see you.
Where is the Monet?
Guess!
-Give it to me!
-Or what?
Give me that rug!
-Let go!
-Give it to me!
Let it go! No!
-The painting was in that rug?!
-Why didn't you give it back?
- I tried!
- Why didn't you tell us?
Because I couldn't outshout you,
you spoiled brats!
Hey, wait!
Wait!
I know where she is!
-Who?
-The woman?
Yes.
I'll drive you.
How did you know she had the Monet?
For the last five years,
I've been trying to find out
who stole it the first time around.
My mom was innocent.
She had nothing to do with it.
A few months ago I traced
the two-color-eyed woman.
I pretended to be her friend,
to find out who she was helping.
Who cut the Monet out of the frame then.
When she asked me for your aunt's card,
I understood
she was planning another heist.
I went to the police,
but Rafalski mocked me,
because I had no proof.
Then the situation got out of control.
Two-color-eyed stole the Monet,
planted the card in Kaja's atelier.
I managed to retrieve
the Beach, but not for long.
You know the rest of the story.
I sent my aunt a pin.
Meatball!
Nothing.
I didn't expect that.
She wants to fly away in a plane?
No, drive away in a tractor.
There it is!
See?
Everything worked out!
-You didn't have to worry, dear brother.
-Brother?!
I knew it! Somebody had to be helping her.
What now?
We'll improvise.
-We're waiting for the police.
-We can't. They'll escape!
They're dangerous.
Let's wait for the police.
Really?!
Give me a break. I said I was sorry.
Relax, guys.
I have an idea!
What the hell?!
Move away!
Out of my way, you punk.
Or I'll run you over!
Can't hear you!
Meatball, do you hear something?
Do something!
Rafalski?!
-I don't get it.
-He was helping her all along.
-Now?
-No, wait.
Now!
Move away or the propeller
will turn you into minced meat.
It was you all along?
It's all your fault.
You tried to steal it years ago!
-Give it back!
-Let it go!
What are you doing?!
Let it go!
What's going on?!
Hold him!
Let go!
You'll regret that!
Be careful, Fela!
-Roll it out!
-Hold it!
Be careful!
It's the original!
We did it! We got it back!
NEWS
The Beach at Pourville
has been intercepted
at a small airport outside Poznan.
The arrestee is one of Poznan's finest:
Detective Rafalski.
The evidence shows
that his partner in crime was his sister.
The woman managed to escape.
The dangerous siblings have been after
the only Monet in Poland for 20 years.
Back then they failed
to steal the precious painting.
Tell them about Lucyna!
Lucyna was innocent!
Don't forget to say that!
Now the painting is back in the museum.
Lucyna Wrobel,
a suspect in the first theft,
has been cleared of all charges.
That's it for the domestic news.
And now, the weather forecast.
You can expect a warm, cloudless evening.
Wait, Meatball. Now!
-Should I take it?
-Not yet.
Olek.
I've got something for you.
I guess I'm trying to tell you
I'm not angry anymore.
You can go to her.
Everything will be fine.
Promise?
Promise.
I dream of organizing an exhibition of all
the impressionist painters in our museum.
-These donuts are for you.
-From the Polish police.
With our sincere apologies
for that shameful...
-Outrageous.
-...arrest.
Let's forget about it.
Thank you, they're beautiful!
-I made the sprinkles.
-And I did the frosting.
-Join us, Julka!
-Come on!
Go for it, girls!
Go for it, Felka!
Subtitle translation by: Wiktor Garliński
I had a dream about pastries.
Do you think they will have any?
Ladies and gentlemen,
we're approaching the final station.
We're sorry about the delay.
Enjoy your time in Poznan.
Auntie said we can't be late.
Hurry up!
Come on, Meatball!
Thank you.
It's my honor to welcome
you to this unique exhibition:
The Gems of Poznan.
-Do you have invitations?
-Yes.
Leave your bags there.
But the dog can't go inside.
Why not?
I don't make the rules.
Professor Strzalkowska, my aunt
the museum's curator, invited us here.
This dog is here at her personal request.
We'll start with a special work of art.
Whenever I look at it,
I feel a surge of emotions.
Meatball will behave,
he's been to many exhibits.
Is that so?
There is nothing special
about it at first glance.
-An empty marine landscape.
-Excuse me.
But this work by Monet,
The Beach at Pourville,
is very special in one respect.
The light.
The light of Normandy,
captured in a quick sketch.
I always feel like I'm there,
standing alone,
and this solitude...
makes me feel good.
Sorry.
The painting was stolen 20 years ago.
Some time ago it was retrieved.
After a long and difficult renovation,
I hereby give you the most important piece
in our exhibition The Gems of Poznan.
Meatball!
Are you OK?
-Julka!
-Auntie!
-What happened?
-I don't know.
Mr. Karol, call the police!
Hello? I want to report...
I want to report Monet's explosion.
First name? Claude.
Condition?
Blown into tiny pieces.
No, we don't need an ambulance.
It's a painting.
The Beach at Pourville.
Hi, I'm Fela.
Quite the jigsaw puzzle.
What?
Quite the jigsaw puzzle.
This way, please.
Detective Rafalski,
I'm taking charge here.
Secure the evidence.
Out of the way! Nowak, security cameras!
Now?
Tweezers.
Who called the police?
I did. I think it was a terrorist attack.
-Who's responsible for this mess?
-I am.
I will do everything I can to...
Ladies and gentlemen,
Poland's collection of paintings
has just been dealt a heavy blow.
We don't know who dealt it,
but we will find out.
Those who dared to destroy
the only Monet in Poland
will be identified...
-Excuse me.
-Don't interrupt adults.
-...and severely...
-It's not a Monet!
What is this nonsense?!
-It's a copy made by my mom.
-What?!
How is it possible...
that a kid realizes it's a copy
before adults do?
-I just know this painting.
-From where?
I painted a sailing boat on it.
-You did what?
-I knew it!
I knew there was something
wrong with the painting!
You painted a boat on a Monet?!
Not on a Monet! Don't you get it?
I painted it on a copy!
That's how I know
the original didn't explode.
Too early for conclusions.
We need to run tests.
We don't.
I did paint a copy
of The Beach a few months ago.
We'll talk about the boat at home.
Can you please explain
how your copy ended up in the museum?
No idea.
I sent it to a client.
Name?
I don't remember. I'd have to check.
-Your name.
-Kaja Ceran.
I'm on the Education Team here.
-So you had access to the Monet.
-How is that relevant?
Out of the way!
Boss, here! Take a look.
Over here. The paper got bent.
Right here... 11:00 p.m.
Please follow me for a brief résumé.
Let's go.
One can't argue with statistics.
Employees are usually
involved in art. thefts from museums.
-Ms. Maria Strzałkowska?
-Yes.
The curator of this exhibition,
-and the museum's Art. Director?
-That' correct.
You're under arrest
on suspicion of stealing
The Beach At Pourville.
Are you out of your mind?
You think I blew up the painting?
This card reader report
clearly states that last night,
at 11:32 p.m.,
you turned off, for four minutes,
The Beach's alarm system.
I lost my card a while ago.
How convenient!
I'm taking you to the police station.
This must be a mistake.
Don't wave your hands in front of my face!
-You'll come with us too.
-Great!
As the author of the copy.
-You're staying here.
-Auntie!
Mom!
Meatball!
What a dog!
What's his name?
Meatball.
It's my fault. I didn't watch him.
He'll be fine.
Your girlfriend is worse off.
She's not my girlfriend.
What if they don't release her?
I'll find the thief, the Monet,
free auntie and Meatball.
Olek will help me.
Did you see the way he was looking at her?
At Felka?
Who does she think she is?
A princess? Or a star?
She's cool.
Cooler than you?
Our first investigation
was quite dangerous.
Your investigation?
We broke up a ring of thieves.
Julka's aunt was my neighbor then.
And so is Julka now,
because she moved in with her aunt.
Her parents are in Canada
and don't want her to join them.
-We had to escape...
-Wait...
Her parents don't want her to join them?
I don't think I should
be telling you this.
Don't talk to her about it.
I'm so sorry.
Why?
Your aunt stole the Monet. What now?
-She lost her card.
-No way it was her aunt.
What did your mom do with the copy?
Who bought it?
-This is our only lead.
-What a mess!
Lucyna's curse!
-What?
-Lucyna's curse.
It's our saying for a mishap.
Lucyna cursed the museum or something.
You're too young...
to remember that.
But I heard about it a hundred times.
You want to know about Lucyna's curse?
-We just wanted to see...
-Right...
It was twenty years ago.
Lucyna was in charge of the Monet room.
Once came this guy,
who looked like a student.
He'd pretend to be drawing,
but whenever Lucyna left the room,
he'd take out a knife and...
little by little,
cut The Beach out of its frame.
What happened next?
Lucyna was a fine lady.
She always wore high heels.
When she was walking back to the room,
there would be this sound:
click-clack-click.
He would stop cutting the canvas,
and go back to drawing.
There were no cameras.
-He dropped off the face of the earth.
-She wasn't too sharp then.
That's not true.
She was our best guard.
So what happened to her?
She got fired.
No museum wanted to hire her,
because she got blacklisted.
She had a small child. She needed money.
So she went
to work in the Old Slaughterhouse.
STALL 88, OLD SLAUGHTERHOUSE
The Old Slaughterhouse?
Yes.
You asked what happened to my mom's copy.
I sent it to the client.
At the Old Slaughterhouse.
You think Lucyna is involved in this?
That's impossible.
She was never proven guilty of anything.
Detective Rafalski was a technician
back then, he'll tell you the same!
Goodbye!
Hey! Don't forget your bags!
-You need anything?
-No, thanks.
-It's not actually a slaughterhouse.
-You thought it was?
Let's find Stall 88.
Excuse me, where is Stall 88?
Eighty-eight?
Go to the side gate.
It's in front of 320, behind number 11.
Great numbering. Thanks!
-What will we do if Lucyna is there?
-We'll talk to her.
She may be a thief. We need a plan.
-We'll improvise.
-That's not a good plan.
Got a better one?
Let's go...
this way.
Julka!
Julka!
Olek!
Fela! Olek!
Olek!
Julka!
Julka!
-Julka!
-Julka!
-Julka!
-Julka!
-Julka!
-Fine, you win!
Olek!
Hello!
Hello!
-Hello!
-Hi, my dear.
I'm lost.
How do you get to where people are?
I may have whatever it is you need.
Actually, I'm looking for Stall 88.
I know where it is.
You do?
Olek!
I don't get it.
Are you sure it's here?
Positive. This is the right stall.
TO LET - STAL 88
The stall has long been empty.
That's impossible.
Believe it or not, there's nothing there.
-What about Lucyna?
-Who?
Lucyna.
No-one's been here for a long time.
So who bought the painting from your mom?
No idea.
Lucyna?
I haven't seen her for a while.
An innocent person could end up in prison.
Hold on. Don't go anywhere.
Look what I've found.
May I?
-Thank you. I'm borrowing it.
-Wait!
Wait!
Here you are!
This is Stall 88,
but there's nothing in there.
I know. And I know
where we can find Lucyna.
How do you know?
What are you doing here?
Nothing. And you?
I've been looking for you.
Your mom...
She asked me to drive you home.
Hi there!
Stop!
Out of the way!
Where?
-Why are we running away?!
- Exactly!
This way! Here!
Why are you running away?
-I'm running away, because you are.
-But you started!
Hurry! She wants to kill us!
But we haven't done anything to her.
-The backseat!
-What? Why?
-Hurry!
-Drive, Karol!
Go, go, go! Drive!
What are you staring at?
-She is crazy!
-Did you see her eyes?
They're two-colored.
She must be after this.
You stole it from her?
Are you insane?
Stop yelling at me. It's from Lucyna!
This is our only lead.
We can find her.
Let me see.
"Greetings from my new job. Lucyna"
Who still sends greeting postcards?
-The Museum of Nature.
-I know where it is.
Karol, will you drive us there?
I must pop by the museum.
You'll wait in the car.
-Then we'll go wherever you want.
-No way!
-We have to talk to Lucyna.
-Right.
-Lucyna?
-The thief.
-Museum first.
-Yeah, of Nature.
Drive us there or I'll start screaming.
-Being ten doesn't justify such behavior.
-I'm 13.
-Again?
-Let's open the windows.
OK, fine!
Just be quiet.
Why don't you introduce me, Felka?
This is Karol Wroblewski,
Deputy Head of the Education Team
at the Poznan Art Museum.
-Your mom's deputy, that is.
-Exactly.
He knows everything
about the museum. Ask him anything.
I'm also the author of the world's best...
-...popcorn.
-Popcorn, thank you very much.
-I have a question.
-Go ahead.
How many paintings
are there in the museum?
34342 works.
Including 28613 items
in the museum's warehouses.
-Wow.
-I have one too.
Shoot.
How is it possible...
that your most precious painting
got stolen?
Are you related to Professor Strzalkowska?
She's my great-aunt.
Yeah, I can tell.
There'll be a turn left soon.
Why didn't you turn?
-Karol!
-Hey!
-I'm driving you home.
- What?!
I'm not going there.
-We have to get there before it closes.
-No way!
-What do you mean?
-Hey, guys!
-What?
-We're being followed.
Karol!
Faster!
-Hang on!
-Drive!
-She's catching up with us!
-Faster!
We've got to lose her!
Everyone's OK?
No! No! No!
Let's get out of here!
I am really sorry.
-You've got that postcard?
-Yes.
-Shouldn't we help Karol?
-He'll be fine. Let's go!
How long is this going to take?
We can end this now.
Just tell me where the Monet is.
Detective.
I gather you think
I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Someone who switches the alarm off
with her own card...
If I'd stolen that painting,
I would be far away from here by now.
Besides, such...
arty-crafty scandals
are completely not my style.
Excuse me, how much longer...
is this going to take?
I'd like to go back to my daughter.
Wait outside, please.
-Could I at least...
-Wait outside!
Get me Nowak.
What time does the museum close?
It's closed already.
We'll go there in the morning.
We'll spend the night at my place.
This is awesome!
You live here? In the middle of nowhere?
-Aren't you scared?
-Of what?
There's my room, and that's my mom's.
This used to be a train station?
-Yes.
-But there's no more trains, right?
No.
This is awesome!
You said that already.
Cool paintings!
I know. My mom's paintings are amazing.
Take a few people,
and search her place in the morning.
Here's the warrant and address.
Just keep it quiet.
I don't want you to be seen.
You think they worked together?
We'll see.
Are we looking for the Monet?
For anything
that has to do with the theft.
Yes, sir.
It's almost done.
And do something about the dog!
It's getting on my nerves.
Get back here!
Police! Freeze!
Meatball, come here, boy!
Come to me, buddy!
Meatball. What are you...
Meatball.
Take it easy. Calm down.
Do you think the police
know they have to look for Lucyna?
Oh, please.
They think my aunt is the thief.
That's why we have to do something.
What do you think?
I...
I can't focus.
We must talk to her.
-Follow her.
-Interrogate her.
Fela, aren't you...
...worried about your mom?
I'm not.
My mom can handle anything.
Olek!
Olek!
What?
-Show me the flea market photos.
-Why?
We might have missed something.
-Ouch!
-Wait!
Popcorn? For breakfast?
Why not? It's summer!
What?
Do you like it?
Sure.
Can I ask you something?
Yeah.
Am I too fat?
Why are you suddenly worried about that?
- No reason.
Hey!
I'm starving!
How far is the museum?
On the other side of the lake.
How we get there?
You'll see.
Olek!
This is awesome!
Do you have a sailing license?
Why? You're scared?
I'm not.
Lucyna! We're coming for you!
What?
Do you... like her?
Who? Fela?
No.
Because if you do, it's fine by me.
I told you I don't. I don't.
OK.
Julka! Come here!
Coming!
-Do you want to steer?
-I can't.
Come here, I'll show you.
Find a spot on the shore
and keep sailing at it.
Like this?
-Very good. Wait, hold this too. Good!
That's it?
Olek! I can sail!
If I had stolen a Monet,
I wouldn't go to work the next day.
Maybe you would, to pretend all is normal.
Nobody would suspect you.
If she's not here,
at least we'll learn where she lives.
Good morning.
We're looking for Lucyna. She works here.
Hello!
-Why can't you just admit it?
-Admit what?
The way you look at her...
You're jealous.
Why would I be?
She's pretty and confident.
-You are being jealous.
-I'm not.
I just like her.
You do?
You think I stand a chance with her?
I haven't seen anybody.
...or an antelope. The hunter would wait.
When a lion approaches,
the hunter stabs it right in the heart.
If hunter misses,
the animal is wounded but not killed.
The lion runs away,
leaving a bloody trace behind.
A chase begins.
A chase after the lion.
The lion must be found.
Altai argali.
An extremely valuable piece.
You're here to see the exhibition?
I'll guide you.
-We've come for the Monet.
-Don't try to worm yourself out of it.
Darling, I'd love to help you, but...
What are you talking about?
You won't find a Monet here.
We know you helped with the first theft.
You stole The Beach again!
Are you sure you have tickets?
Aren't you trying...
to trick me with this nonsense?
Today visiting is free anyway.
We know who you are.
Oh, this?! I took the first badge I found.
I lost mine somewhere, as usual.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to misinform you.
But you know Lucyna?
She works here, right?
Where is she? Where can we find her?
So, how about that tour?
There's no time! Where is Lucyna?
Lucyna... She's...
-She's just...
-Yes?
Lucyna is dead.
What?!
-Since when? Yesterday?
-No way!
Why yesterday? She died three years ago.
-Why do you talk to yourself?
-I'm practicing.
In case somebody visits the museum.
Nobody ever does, but you never know.
-So, how about that tour?
-We're in a hurry. Thanks.
-Come on!
-Goodbye!
An addax from Chad. An incredible piece.
It's unique.
Come on, just for a moment!
- Oh, sorry. I've got it, boss!
- Good job.
I'll take it to the lab...
I'll take care of it.
Bring me Ms. Ceran here in an hour.
Keep your eyes glued to her.
-Strzalkowska can go.
-And the dog?
The dog can go too.
I hear we found the card.
Nowak wouldn't give it to me.
I'm waiting to run the tests.
We all have deadlines.
So, may I?
I'll take care of it.
Make sure nobody disturbs me.
Lucyna's dead. We've got nothing.
Jesus!
I'm glad you're having fun, Olek.
Too bad you don't care about our problems?
-I care!
-We're helping you, aren't we?
Fela...
Yeah?
Your mom painted
the copy that the thief used.
Yeah, she did.
Isn't it strange?
-No. My mom paints a lot of copies.
-But the thief used her copy!
Which she sent to the client.
-Yeah, to a burned stall.
-So what?
Lucyna helped the thief back then.
They could have another helper now.
-What are you saying?
-Didn't you hear Rafalski?
Most often the thief
works at the museum. Like her mom!
So does your aunt.
Allright.
You're upset, your aunt is at the police...
-Because of your mom!
-I get it, but...
The theft happened because of the copy!
-Maybe she really was involved?
-Are you crazy?
Your aunt is at the police,
accused of the theft.
She turned the cameras off.
Let's talk about that!
Good idea!
I didn't expect that from you.
Neither did I.
Hey, no teaming up!
Yeah.
It's all soaked.
-We don't need it anyway.
-We can dry it.
-Fela!
-What?
Isn't this...?
-Karol!
-She was his mom.
Lucyna Wrobel.
But his name is Wroblewski.
-He must have changed it.
-Wait.
Does this mean he's involved?
-You bet!
-But 20 years ago he was a kid.
But what if it's him this time?
What if he took the Monet?
-Fela, did you leave the house open?
-No.
I didn't.
What happened here?
We've got to call the police.
Don't worry. I'll help you.
Hi!
Hey, buddy! Come here!
Hi, what are you doing here?
Julka!
Auntie!
Why is your hair so wet?
What happened in here?
- A break-in?
-No.
-The police.
-The police?
How did you know the security code?
I don't know any code.
How come your fingerprints were
found on the security cameras' panel?
My fingerprints?
I never touched it.
You never touched
Prof. Strzalkowska's card either?
I didn't.
Your fingerprints are on it too.
But the Professor lost her card.
I don't understand.
But I do.
I understand more and more.
SEARCH WARRANT
Julka...
They let me go,
because they found my card.
The card that was used
to switch the cameras off.
They found it here, in Kaja's atelier.
Her fingerprints are on the card.
Does this mean
that Kaja stole the painting?
I need to go to the restroom.
Don't try anything.
Great.
Poor Fela.
I'll talk to them.
-You're pathetic!
-What?
Your mom's a thief. Where is it?
-What?
- She stole the Monet.
Leave her alone.
She must have worked with Karol.
You're delirious.
Fela, they found my aunt's card
in your house!
-What?
-With your mom's fingerprints on it.
-My mom stole nothing.
-She's a thief.
-She's not!
-She stole that painting!
-You're just like her!
-You should focus on your parents.
No, wait, they left you.
And you mean nothing to them!
Olek told me.
Julka...
Don't try anything!
Are you OK?
Oh, shoot!
Shoot!
-You're telling him!
-No, you are!
-I'm not telling him!
-Please do.
We're not telling him at all.
We'll catch her.
And?
-Mom isn't answering.
-And Julka?
She isn't either.
Where on earth is she?
-Are there dangerous animals in the woods?
-Sure, grizzly bears.
Do you copy, Lena? Over!
Oh my gosh!
Are you an officer?
Did you see anything suspicious?
-No.
-Let me know if you do.
Wait!
We're looking for a dangerous...
And she's gone!
Come in, Lena. So far only one minor.
Over.
You scared me!
I thought it's that policeman.
Can you close the door?
You ran away from the station!
I don't have time to explain now.
I need the order
for the copy of The Beach.
Close the door.
I don't have to help you. You're a thief.
-I'm not.
-I don't believe you!
This is the least of my problems now.
-Hey, officer!
-What are you doing?
-Officer!
-Stop it! Shush!
Listen to me.
I'm sure your parents
spend lots of time with you.
Take you to the movies,
out for ice cream, whatever you want.
But Felka has only me.
Do you understand?
If I go to jail, she won't have anybody.
What's up?
What it is? Did you see anything odd?
Well, did you?
-No.
-Why did you call me then?
Because I just remembered something.
But it's probably nothing.
Anything can be important. Tell me.
I saw their boat on the
lake on my way back home.
Oh, OK.
Where was it heading?
-To the other side, I guess.
-Fine.
Thanks.
Why didn't you tell him?
-It's not true.
-What?
-It's not true.
-What isn't?
What you said about my parents.
They don't care about me at all.
There's nothing to be ashamed of.
Do you want me to hug you?
Come here.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Julka.
You'll watch
all the train and gas stations.
And the airport!
She'll try to flee the town.
-With The Beach.
-Yes, sir.
Watch her house.
She'll try to see her daughter.
-Yes, sir.
-Now go! Get cracking!
Someone's trying to frame me.
Do you know who this is?
Young Karol.
But I don't know her.
Lucyna, his mother.
Accused of the first theft of the Monet.
I remember that story.
She's Karol's mother?
We checked her. She's dead.
Any idea where he can be hiding?
Does he have friends?
You think Karol stole that painting?
Lucyna failed, so Karol tried again.
Can someone be helping him?
I saw him recently.
He was with that strange woman.
When I asked him about her...
he played dumb.
Where did you see them?
By the Slaughterhouse.
Her eyes were weird.
They were different colors.
-One was blue, the other...
-Brown!
The lunatic from the flea market!
Olek! You were supposed to keep watch!
What now?
-I'll stop them.
-No.
It's going to be fine. Find the painting.
-No way!
-Fela, it's a good idea.
My car is in the back.
Felka...
Go now!
Come, Felka!
Check the flea market.
I'm going to the police station.
Take care of yourselves!
-Excuse me.
-Hello.
Where's that two-color-eyed lady?
She just disappeared.
-Which way did she go?
-How should I know?
Meatball!
What's the matter?
You thief!
Stop it, Fela!
Where is the painting?
Stop kicking!
Meeting with the Two-Color-Eyed.
Time: 17:28. I'm going in.
Oh, it's you! Nice to see you.
Where is the Monet?
Guess!
-Give it to me!
-Or what?
Give me that rug!
-Let go!
-Give it to me!
Let it go! No!
-The painting was in that rug?!
-Why didn't you give it back?
- I tried!
- Why didn't you tell us?
Because I couldn't outshout you,
you spoiled brats!
Hey, wait!
Wait!
I know where she is!
-Who?
-The woman?
Yes.
I'll drive you.
How did you know she had the Monet?
For the last five years,
I've been trying to find out
who stole it the first time around.
My mom was innocent.
She had nothing to do with it.
A few months ago I traced
the two-color-eyed woman.
I pretended to be her friend,
to find out who she was helping.
Who cut the Monet out of the frame then.
When she asked me for your aunt's card,
I understood
she was planning another heist.
I went to the police,
but Rafalski mocked me,
because I had no proof.
Then the situation got out of control.
Two-color-eyed stole the Monet,
planted the card in Kaja's atelier.
I managed to retrieve
the Beach, but not for long.
You know the rest of the story.
I sent my aunt a pin.
Meatball!
Nothing.
I didn't expect that.
She wants to fly away in a plane?
No, drive away in a tractor.
There it is!
See?
Everything worked out!
-You didn't have to worry, dear brother.
-Brother?!
I knew it! Somebody had to be helping her.
What now?
We'll improvise.
-We're waiting for the police.
-We can't. They'll escape!
They're dangerous.
Let's wait for the police.
Really?!
Give me a break. I said I was sorry.
Relax, guys.
I have an idea!
What the hell?!
Move away!
Out of my way, you punk.
Or I'll run you over!
Can't hear you!
Meatball, do you hear something?
Do something!
Rafalski?!
-I don't get it.
-He was helping her all along.
-Now?
-No, wait.
Now!
Move away or the propeller
will turn you into minced meat.
It was you all along?
It's all your fault.
You tried to steal it years ago!
-Give it back!
-Let it go!
What are you doing?!
Let it go!
What's going on?!
Hold him!
Let go!
You'll regret that!
Be careful, Fela!
-Roll it out!
-Hold it!
Be careful!
It's the original!
We did it! We got it back!
NEWS
The Beach at Pourville
has been intercepted
at a small airport outside Poznan.
The arrestee is one of Poznan's finest:
Detective Rafalski.
The evidence shows
that his partner in crime was his sister.
The woman managed to escape.
The dangerous siblings have been after
the only Monet in Poland for 20 years.
Back then they failed
to steal the precious painting.
Tell them about Lucyna!
Lucyna was innocent!
Don't forget to say that!
Now the painting is back in the museum.
Lucyna Wrobel,
a suspect in the first theft,
has been cleared of all charges.
That's it for the domestic news.
And now, the weather forecast.
You can expect a warm, cloudless evening.
Wait, Meatball. Now!
-Should I take it?
-Not yet.
Olek.
I've got something for you.
I guess I'm trying to tell you
I'm not angry anymore.
You can go to her.
Everything will be fine.
Promise?
Promise.
I dream of organizing an exhibition of all
the impressionist painters in our museum.
-These donuts are for you.
-From the Polish police.
With our sincere apologies
for that shameful...
-Outrageous.
-...arrest.
Let's forget about it.
Thank you, they're beautiful!
-I made the sprinkles.
-And I did the frosting.
-Join us, Julka!
-Come on!
Go for it, girls!
Go for it, Felka!
Subtitle translation by: Wiktor Garliński