01x05 - Episode 5

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GREAT DEEDS SHALL BE DONE

PREVIOUSLY

What are these great deeds
you were talking about?

You'll see.

Greetings from the qualifier.

These cases are linked.

The perpetrators smeared large
and visible letters on the wall.

'K' and 'R.'

A teacher with a sound alibi.

Divorced in a civilized way.

DON'T TAKE CREDIT FOR OTHER PEOPLE'S DEEDS

What is really funny
is how quickly you've begun to dance.

That's good.
Your suffering will end quicker.

-Good morning.
-Morning.

-Are they biting?
-Shitty time. Not in this weather.

Do you recognize him? Yes, you do.

Tell me.

Yes, you do.

Police! Freeze!

Stop right there!

Get up!

I apologize.

I thought you
for someone else, Father. Sorry.

God bless.

Why have you taken on that Ukrainian girl?

Boss' orders. She's a Ukrainian Pole
with dual citizenship.

You should've made her your spokesperson.

Now, you've got a nice girl
in the detective unit,

the guys will lose their focus
and their minds.

Don't worry, Colonel.

A police woman can be pretty,
but only to an extent.

Sorry.

What is this?

Go now. We'll talk next time.

-This is the next time.
-Go.

Bye.

Michał, don't play stupid.
What's going on?

Don't leave…

Whose advocate are you? The group?

Are they with you?

-Is it a game?
-Are you scared of them?

Are they your colleagues?

I've appealed for clemency.

I'm giving up my Polish citizenship.

Great! Lemuel, if you cooperate,
I'll issue the order.

I don't need anything from you,
Lieutenant.

-You have no proof.
-You've confessed.

Perhaps…

Under duress?

Or you tortured me?
Or violated human rights?

Where's Lieutenant Maria?

How are things between you two?
Nice one, huh?

Better than Ms. Dorotka?

You painted this letter
after you k*lled Director Kotarba.

And these two
were painted by your buddies.

This one after k*lling Gabriela Pilch,

and this after someone else
got Tommy Gajewski.

-Is this some kind of plan?
-To clean up the world.

-How do you pick your victims?
-By drawing lots.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
A banker, a conductor.

What conductor?

Or any other moron.

-Kamil's victim?
-Have you found her head yet?

You know nothing.
Who do they pick for the police?

-The cannibal is with you.
-You're so manipulable.

You're like a kid. It's so pathetic.

Your mom says the same about you:

A kid full of complexes who will do
anything to impress his buddies.

Bye!

-Hi.
-Hello.

Is Kamil involved with them?

A cannibal in a criminal group
seems rather surprising.

I'm looking into different options.

Come on out, you piece of sh*t!
I'm calling the police.

The cannibal from Bielany
made headlines once.

Lemuel was free then,
so he learned from the media. Thanks.

That the victim was a conductor?

The victim's family blabbed
everything to the press,

even that we haven't found her head.

If Dorota wants the head,
she can ask the court

to interview Kamil and
ask about his Dutch buddy.

-She won't listen to me.
-Her mother will convince her.

Why her?

She's a police colonel.
The Provincial Deputy Commander.

She didn't brag about it?

What the hell?

Damn it!

f*cking tire.

A vehicle drove past
too close to the parked car.

It was instant.

But it's a road accident,
not a m*rder. So why are we here?

The tire had deliberately been damaged.
And Sachoń called.

-Who is Sachoń?
-Colonel Sachoń.

Head of the Police Inspectorate
in Masovia. I know him.

He's a big shot.
He asked me to look into it.

How do you know him?

He questioned me.

Working under the influence.

Come on. Let's talk to the witness
who called the police.

I was taking my dog for a walk.

I saw that car drive by
and stop because he got a flat tire.

The other one was driving slowly, too.

And when the driver
got out to change the tire,

the other hit him at high speed
and k*lled him.

Did you notice the car's make?

No, it was too dark. But it was black.
All the cars look the same these days.

-Thanks for your help.
-But there's more.

After he hit him, he threw it into
reverse and ran him over again.

Then he got out of his car,
took out his mobile and took a photo.

-I saw a flash.
-A photo?

-Yeah, I saw the light.
-Thank you. Good night.

You too, Officers.

-The victim's ID?
-Stefaniak Włodzimierz, 56 years,

Warsaw resident.

He had a retired police officer's
ID on him.

-Some kind of sergeant.
-One of ours?

Have you checked his phone,
the contact list?

-Sure, and guess who I found.
-Sachoń?

-He sent us to check on his buddy?
-He called him four days ago.

-Who?
-Sachoń called this Stefaniak.

A police colonel and a retired sergeant?

Maybe they had become friends?
Something we'll never be.

Don't worry.

See you.

Thanks for your help.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

Bye.

We'll return the car when we've finished.

Wiktor Zbrowski, a hospital doctor.
Reported a stolen car.

-What time?
-At 11:40 p.m.

-After the cop was k*lled.
-An hour later.

He was on call.

-Can anyone confirm his story?
-Nope. He lives alone.

Someone stole his car, k*lled the cop,
and then drove into a tree?

You should've taken him in.

He's a cardiologist.

At 11:40, he was summoned to his hospital.

When he realized his car was missing,

he called a cab from the Meteor Taxi Co.

The car arrived at 11:51 p.m.

In the meantime,
he reported the stolen vehicle.

That's a bit fishy.

Perhaps, but give me one reason
why a doctor would k*ll a former cop.

Omactosine.

You're right. Listen, I need to get
going. Would you take care of it?

Butterflies in your stomach?

-Off you go.
-Thanks.

You owe me!

Fresh veggies for you, sir?

-Want some carrots?
-No, thanks.

Potatoes?

-I'm just waiting for…
-My neighbor and your colleague?

-How did you know?
-I just can see through you all.

One look and I can spot an undercover cop.

-m*ssacre.
-What do you mean?

It's my nickname.

Come on! Get yourself some lovely carrots,

-Polish potatoes from Morocco.
-I'm a bad cook.

-What about kale?
-No, thanks.

-Manjaro.
-What? "Manjaro"?

Don't let me hold you up.

Hi.

Shall we?

Be my guest.

I haven't felt like this in a long time.

Like this?

At the beginning, he was watching closely,

waited for my input.

In our line of work,
a few years' experience means a lot.

Now, he acts on his own.

That's how it should be, right?

That's all from me.

Thank you. Okay, let's pray before we go.

God, grant me the serenity

to accept the things I can not change

and me courage to change the things I can,

and the wisdom to tell the difference.

Thank you.

-How did you find me here?
-Don't worry about it.

-Did I tell you I was in AA?
-A few years back.

-Weird. What's up?
-It's work.

OMACTOSINE

Oncology.

Did something happen?

It's Moms. I need to go.

Sleep tight.

Hello.

Manjaro isn't going to ask
how we knew his whereabouts.

How did you know?

-What kind of question is that?
-A straightforward one.

This is Colonel Sachoń
with the Police Inspectorate.

-Listen carefully.
-We're well acquainted. Hello.

I know you.

I don't know you, Lieutenant,
but I've heard good things.

Young, promising.

Pour us a drink, Mateusz.

I'm driving and the guys don't drink.

Retired police officers are being k*lled.

Włodzimierz Stefaniak is the third victim.

-His is the only m*rder we know about.
-Michał Lach went down before him.

A heart attack in his garden.

There was no post mortem examination.

And before him, there was Ostrowski.
He drowned in the Vistula.

He went fishing.

-What links the three deaths?
-They were my subordinates.

We did big cases, like the FOZZ case.

-What? Serial "suicide"?
-Indeed.

And these sergeants are his victims:

Ostrowski, Stefaniak, and Lach.

-Warrant officer Michał Lach.
-What's this?

The k*ller sent these pictures
to different people.

Why the f*ck are we being told now?

This is important evidence. You could be
charged with hiding evidence.

What do you know about hiding evidence?

-Find this cop k*ller!
-We need to know more.

-How did you know the victims?
-What?

How did he know about Stefaniak's death?

Why did Captain Bończyk find out about it

before the traffic police told us?

His wife called the colonel
to say that her husband

had an accident.

She knew to call his former boss.

-All retired cops' wives do this?
-Indeed. We were close.

I got a cab.

Find the cop k*ller.
For our mutual benefit.

End of discussion.

-Come in for questioning, Colonel.
-You know, Parada, I like him.

In my time,
I used to be such a smartass, too.

Listen, I think Sachoń is lying.
His theory just doesn't hold water.

He's hysterical,
and you were driving him crazy.

-Have you got any suspects yet?
-Perhaps that hospital doctor?

-He'd reported the theft of the car.
-Okay.

I'll tell Sachoń
to keep him busy for a while.

-See you.
-Get lost.

Is this a gift?

A perfect one. For your birthday.

My dad used to be a petty officer.
He still likes navy gadgets.

-Is there a port in Elbląg?
-Sure, a sea port.

Never been there.

My parents live outside Elbląg.

You'll like it. Mom is very meticulous.

Do you take all your girlfriends there?

Only the cool ones.

We have a free Sunday. We're colleagues.

-Here, Ms. Maria.
-Thank you.

Are you engaged?

No!

Sorry. I shouldn't have asked.
It's not my business.

-That's okay.
-You know what?

-Call me Zosia.
-Maria.

I know.

They are all yours, ma'am? I mean, Zosia?



-You must have a great heart.
-They're equally important to us.

Here.

This is your Janek.

Police! Freeze!

"Police! Freeze."

Okay, gents,
the qualifier's given us a simple task.

We're going after our friend.

Luty, you first?

Sylwek's checked. There have been
no TV programs about our family.

Nothing on the Internet, either.

I don't know. Maybe it was a flop.

Still, I regret talking
to those fake journalists.

-You could have problems at work.
-What problems? Don't worry.

Enough! You didn't come here to chop wood.

-I don't mind.
-Enough.

Chopping wood is so virile.

They asked about everything.

Your parents and whether you know them.

-I mean, your biological ones.
-It's not their business.

You always blab things.

And who fetched them five teas

-to make a good impression?
-They were nice boys. Like ours.

Speaking of, how are my brothers?

All is well, all is good.

Don't.

Do not aim at me!

I can aim at him.

Never ever laugh at me.

-I didn't.
-On your knees.

-Now.
-Put it down.

An attack can come from any direction.

Not bad. For a sec,
I thought it wasn't a drill.

I'll be back! Bring the fury!

I will come in like a blaze!

I will throw myself in the rivers!
I will turn them into blood!

I will enter those fearful homes!

My biological mother was young
when I was born.

She was nineteen
when she put me in an orphanage.

I was born in Warsaw,

but my medical records start
in Elbląg when I was 18 months old.

Maybe she wanted to keep you?

But she didn't. She gave me up.

-Do you have her last name?
-I don't know. Maybe?

-And your father?
-I never knew him.

But since I was born in April,

it must have been a summer fling.

Do you really not care?

They never cared about me,
so why should I?

Besides, I already have a mom and dad.

Plus twenty seven siblings.

Twenty eight.

You know better than me.

Would you invite them all to your wedding?

-What wedding?
-Yours. Sometime in the future.

-When you marry someone.
-Why not?

Watch the road!

No parking here today. Only tomorrow.

What's up?

A memorial to honor a student
k*lled under Martial Law.

And over there?

Good morning.

-Morning.
-Have you come to see us?

-New details about the car theft?
-No, not about that.

I get it. Bye.

Hello.

Hard as I tried, I did not get
permission to question Czajewski.

Yeah, I figured.

He is being isolated
in a closed psychiatric ward.

He is being closely monitored

in order to determine his level of
sanity while committing the crime.

-According to the professor.
-So, no dice.

We're waiting.

Although, from our point of view,
the case is closed.

But only Kamil knows the head is.

Some people don't like to make
it easy for us.

Exactly.

Though they could.

Break, Manjaro!

Listen, I've checked.
The police didn't run the FOZZ case.

-So?
-Sachoń is lying.

He's scared of the person
who's k*lling his colleagues.

Why?

Perhaps we should tell him
the truth will set him free.

Did I hit you too hard on the noodle?

You didn't even aim properly, loser.

Come on!

Square up!

-Can you smell it?
-I can.

The smell of your failure.

On behalf of Warsaw City Hall,

please uncover the memorial
of Włodzimierz Zbrowski.

Deputy Mayor of the City of Warsaw,
Włodzimierz Drężek,

Madam Mayor of Śródmieście District,
Luiza Sowińska,

and brother of the k*lled student,

Doctor Wiktor Zbrowski.

Thank you.

As we all know,

those who tortured my brother to death
never stood trial.

Today, nearly all the perpetrators

are dead.

Justice has been done.

Now, the time has come
for the one who said:

"Beat him, but leave no marks."

Marek Sachoń!

Hands up!

Turn him round! Now!

He died in the ambulance.

Three counts of k*lling an officer
and one attempted m*rder.

He's done justice to himself.

What are you looking at, Lieutenant?

Today, it was me.
Tomorrow, it might be you.

-Trash.
-They won't sh**t at me.

They never aim at good cops.

He'd planned everything.
He just missed one.

He'd prepared a poison for himself,
like a resistance fighter.

Had he been planning
his revenge for 30 years?

-Others have moved on.
-You don't forgive something like that.

You sacrifice everything
just to get revenge.

Even your life?

When there's no justice, punishment,

you take it into your own hands.

Not under the law!

Ula, prepare a report.

There were TV cameras.

Besides, we all saw what happened.

Thank you all.

-Hi, Manjaro!
-m*ssacre.

Get some Polish garlic,
not that Chinese rubbish.

-Tangerines for my neighbor.
-Are they Polish, too?

-From a greenhouse.
-Thanks, not today.

A friend?

Not yet.

You didn't want him to see you.

No.

Polish, very nice and hard.
Not that Egyptian, Arab sh*t.

-Hard?
-Like a rock.

This one's soft.

C'mon. It's a real Polish potato.

Give me your phone.

Give it to me!

Get up, don't make a scene.

Call this number when he shows up.

What car he's driving, what he's wearing.

And when he leaves,
you call me and tell me

if he's alone or with the girl.
What they talk about.

Why me?

Go to the police, and I will k*ll you.

If anyone finds out, you're done.

You'll never know if we're watching you.
Don't lie to me.

Ever.

m*ssacre, when you are at Pogórska 6,
say hello to your mother.