01x02 - Episode 2

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PREVIOUSLY

I'll appear, like a flame.

We need to analyze the perpetrator's

stomach contents, not the victim's.

The perpetrator is a cannibal.

Police! Freeze!

m*rder*r!

GREAT DEEDS SHALL BE DONE

Lt. Maria Darska, I'm looking
for Captain Parada's office.

-Second door on the left.
-Thanks.

-What?
-Nothing. She's cute.

I'm sorry, Manjaro. It's over.

-Why?
-You're unable to commit.

-It's okay.
-Be happy that it's over.

Did she spread her legs here?
I'm guessing not just for you.

Ludwik!

You are under arrest for attempted m*rder.

Capt. Bończyk, handcuff him, please.

I don't remember.

Suddenly, everything went dark.

Then I collapsed.

I must have…

started banging my head against the floor.

Lieutenant Góra leant over me,
trying to help.

I'd had attacks like this before.

Lt. Góra tried to help you?

He did.

I don't know if he'd ever dealt
with an epileptic before.

And my memory is wiped after the attacks.

How about a little souvenir, Warden?

Ah, I'm not into menthol ones.

-You?
-Thanks.

-Alright. See you, gentlemen.
-See you.

-That way to the bus?
-Uh-huh.

-What? No one's here to fetch you?
-Unfortunately not.

The worst th*gs get a ride.
But who would bother for a cop?

Yeah. Maybe I should have stayed.

Bye.

Lt. Jan Góra?

Mr. Manjaro?

Mr. Manjaro it is. Do I know you?

Capt. Ludwik Bończyk
sends his apologies for not coming.

Luizjana sent you? Sorry.

Capt. Ludwik Bończyk sent you?

I'm fine with him not coming.

Where to?

How about my place?

My own shower, my bed, my stuff.

Second Lt. Maria Darska.

I am a new addition to your team.
I mean, our team.

Jan Góra.

We'll go to my place first,
if you don't mind.

I deserve it.

-You ride shotgun.
-I can drive.

I insist.

Okay.

SOFT CLOTH CAR WASH

No filming! Get them away from here!

Please, step back. No photos!

"Confederatio Helvetica."

Swiss franks.

Witold Kotarba,

head of the Loan Restructuring
and Debt Collection.

Global Bank.

A "bankster." Loan shark.

A loan is like a b*tch.
Easy to get, hard to pay off.

Exactly. Secure item no. 5.

Luizjana.

Another girl in our unit?

-Gender parity achieved.
-It's my sixth year on the force.

-Where did you serve before?
-In Donetsk, Lieutenant.

In Ukraine? And now you're here?

Yes. My family is part of
the Polish minority in Ukraine.

They ran a pharmacy in Lviv.

But in 1940, they were deported

to the Donbas to work in a mine.

Your Polish is excellent.

That's the language we spoke at home.

-Why did you move to Poland?
-Because I hate being shot at.

Sorry. Dumb question.

I'm from Elbląg.
I imagine you don't know where that is.

I do.

-The top of the map.
-This is it.

Nice place.

It'll just take a minute.
I need a quick shower.

Capt. Bończyk said you should rest today.

I'll rest on duty.

-Come on in.
-I'll wait for you here, in the car.

You're finally back.
You disappeared for two weeks.

-That's the beauty of my job.
-Fancy a smoke?

-Nah, I quit.
-You quit.

As of today.

But I see your romantic situation
has gone from good to better.

German?

German?

Chief Ludwik said you went there
to visit family or something.

Ah, sure, sure.

But she isn't from Germany.

Mr. Kalina, I get the impression
you're trying to spy on me.

And I think it's the other way around.

Bye.

Capt. Bończyk sent some photos.

Can I see him?

No. He's in the nuthouse, no visitation.

I want to interrogate him, not visit.

One thing. At the station, I'll need
a minute in private with the guys.

-Of course, Lieutenant.
-Thank you.

Who's he?

The landlord.

-Why did he remove his shoes?
-They used to do that to thieves.

Hi.

Hello, Ula.

Sorry.

And thanks.

It won't happen again.

What a charmer. Stop. Everything's okay.

I could have been transferred.

Luckily, you weren't.
Let's get to work. Where's Maria?

Maria!

-You take the bank, we'll take the family.
-Wait.

Let me get up to date.
Protocol, exams, post mortem?

The car wash is downtown,
CCTV all over. Any footage?

Plenty. We sent you the protocol,
the photos are here.

And the footage… is here.

-Enlarge this and print it.
-Already done.

-Grand theft auto?
-Car thieves don't k*ll you

-or put coins on your eyelids.
-Coins?

He knew who he was k*lling.
He'd planned everything.

-77?
-Nice number. Two lucky sevens.

-Cause of death?
-Cause of death…

Three forceful stabs.
Two in abdomen, one in the heart.

The blade pierced the sternum.
m*rder weapon…

a switchblade. No fingerprints.

No fingerprints?

Right away, Chief. Yes, I'll tell him.

Manjaro, go to Moms' office.

In a sec.

To pierce the sternum,
you must first hit the stomach,

to cause an involuntary bend.

He pierced the sternum
and the heart with one hit.

We're dealing with a pro.

-Alright. Report to Moms.
-And we're off.

Here I am.

-Use a glass.
-No need. Thanks.

The plan to record the cannibal's
interrogation on video failed.

The camera stayed off.

The switch was botched,
according to Bończyk.

Whatever you did, Kamil is saying
you did it to help him.

-Yeah?
-And that you're friends.

Kamil suffered an epileptic fit,
and temporary insanity.

And now it's become
the key to his release.

-Are you serious?
-Yes!

He's in a hospital for observation.
They'll declare him a nutcase.

You've helped him, Manjaro.

-Me?
-Yeah, you!

He appreciates it, says he owes you.
A favor for a favor, he said.

-He said that?
-Yes, he did.

As we've learned a lesson:
every victim is a priority.

-Yes, sir.
-We believe that. Even privately.

All crime victims are equal.

A bum slashed by his concubine
or his concubine's lover

is as important as a mayor,
an MP, or a bank manager.

I get it. The bank manager.

So you'll get
Witold Kotarba's k*ller ASAP.

Thanks.

Manjaro?

Watch out. Please.

Always, Chief.

Second Lt. Darska, Lt. Góra.
Homicide and Criminal Terror.

I'm Witold's assistant manager.
Thank you for going the extra mile.

The extra mile?

By talking to our employees here.

Come on in.

So handsome and kind.

A man in his prime, an elegant wife.

She used to work here,
dealing with the VIP clients.

Did he meet her here?

He didn't talk to me
about private matters.

Then his wife quit her job.

One day,

her first husband showed up.

An artsy kind of guy, from America.

He made a scene about money
and her not letting their son

visit the US or Canada.

So Mr. Kotarba called us
and we drove the guy

downtown.

Okay. Did you rough him up?

-Meaning?
-Give him a thrashing.

No idea. I stayed here, in the bank.

I know one thing. After Mr. Kotarba
had that fling with Ewa,

-his adopted kid…
-The stepson?

He refused to ride with him.

And the relationship with Ewa Szwarc?

Did she…?

-We've heard many rumors.
-Was their affair over?

I don't really know.
The manager seemed flustered.

But the kid forgave him, as kids do.

The cost of my loan doubled
in five years. That's unacceptable.

Believe me, our bank
is eager to help you out.

We are also surprised
by the decisions of the Swiss…

Central Bank.

I teach history. I earn what I earn.

You could…try making some extra money.

Giving private lessons.

I consider that highly unethical.

I really don't see why.

Teachers should be paid for
any extracurricular activities they do.

And I think that if we need to

or want to dedicate
our private time to young people,

we shouldn't profit from that.

Okay.

The bank is not here to dispute
value systems with its clients.

It's a matter of principles.

Not of arguing about values.
Whatever you mean by that.

We could extend,
or spread your payments out.

-Come in.
-Hello.

You don't have to explain
what "extend" means.

Thank you, sir.

-We're here to see Miss Ewa.
-We have an appointment.

So do I. I'm a client. It's my time!

-We really thank you.
-Excuse me. Something bad has happened.

My apologies.

I see.

Okay, I'll wait.

I have time to spare.

We won't take long. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Did you go on holidays together?

I see the boy with just your husband.
Just with him.

-You're not in any of the pictures.
-We did few things together.

Jacek is my son. Witold was his stepdad.

-Where's the biological father?
-Henryk, my first husband.

We divorced when Jacek was four.

-Where does Henryk live?
-He pays alimony.

The lowest possible rate.

That's not what I asked.

Where does he live?

As far as I know, they moved
from Toronto to Hamilton, Canada.

-Does he visit Poland?
-Not to my knowledge.

Witold loved Jacek in his own way.
He attempted to bond with him.

Nothing here.

No threats, no blackmail.

Did he have just one e-mail account?

How should I know?

I didn't go through
his laptop or his phone.

I never saw his bank statements.

Hi! What's for lunch?

-Aren't you volunteering today?
-No, on Friday. Hi.

-Hi.
-Police?

Hello. Capt. Ludwik Bończyk.
Second Lt. Ula Lubańska.

-What's up? Looks intense.
-Jacek,

Witold is dead.

How could someone do this?

I'll report to the station.
But now, please, leave us now.

Of course.

-We'll let ourselves out.
-Goodbye.

Two lucky sevens.
The k*ller wore an identical jacket.

Or a similar one.

I say the kid did it.

Look… Let's take him in.

-He'll confess in ten seconds.
-Let's wait. What if it's not him?

We have no DNA or fingerprints.

And the motive? Why would the kid do it?

He was jealous of his mom.

-3 in 4 murders occur in families.
-In Italy, perhaps.

Ewa…

how should I put this?

We know about you and the manager.

Meaning?

Meaning we'll need his calendar,
a list of his appointments.

We already have his phone records.

You called each other frequently at night.

Did he promise he'd get a divorce?

Ask the secretary
for a list of his official meetings.

And the unofficial ones?

He was extremely well organized.
Everything according to schedule.

The same stores, restaurants.

He hated change.

-The same car wash?
-Yeah. Most likely.

That car was his baby.

-Is this his agenda?
-I guess so.

Is it his or not?

Yeah, it's his.

Tell us, Ewa…

Had anyone been threatening him?

Pestering him?

You know, a pushy client?

No, I can't think of anything.

Okay, but perhaps someone might have felt

deceived or robbed by your firm.

We're a bank, ma'am.
We don't cheat or steal.

We're talking about
the subjective feelings of your clients.

Do you seriously think
a client k*lled him?

-We're considering every option.
-Find the k*ller!

People like Witold don't get k*lled,
can't get k*lled…just like that.

-Are you scared?
-Of course I am.

The whole bank is scared.

Banks have been set on fire
in Greece and France.

Right, but there haven't been riots
in Poland, have there?

Not yet.

Ewa…

We'll catch him. I promise.

-She liked him. A lot, I'd say.
-Everybody liked him.

And his wife's first husband?
The one Witold told security to remove?

-He waited.
-Who?

The client.

A patient one.

Kotarba's stepson wears a 77 jacket.
His silhouette also matches.

There are a lot of clues
pointing to the kid.

He had a good motive,
the stepdad cheated on his mom.

On the other hand, Ewa had one, too.

A rejected ex-mistress.

Lieutenant, with all due respect,

it's a man in the car wash footage.

She might have felt hurt
by his unwillingness to divorce his wife

and talked someone into it.

Her pain is genuine. She didn't do it.

Perhaps.

Come in.

Sorry, I think I left my phone here.

Did you? I haven't seen it.

Pockets nowadays. A careless moment…

-There. It slipped out.
-You wanted to discuss something…

That's okay. I think we covered it.
Goodbye.

It seems the stepson
got along better with the victim

-than the wife.
-Meaning?

The kid was shaken by the news,
she seemed composed.

The stepdad took him on vacation.

It's strange.

No one kills out of jealousy over a child.

You said most murders occur in families.

Perhaps it wasn't
a normal father-son relationship.

Too much Internet, too little practice.

Practice punches theory in the face.
I say it's the kid.

The jacket matches…

Let's stick to that theory.

-Ladies first.
-Thanks.

-Do we have the possible scenarios?
-Yeah.

Hi.

I worried they'd k*ll you in that jail.

Fortunately, they didn't,
and I couldn't do it myself.

You took a big risk
with that camera stunt.

You could've lost your job.

Don't be so reckless. You have a family.

f*ck, Manjaro.

You're dumber than a monkey's a*s.
Come on.

Don't think about it.

What the f*ck?

That's how you do it in jail?

You didn't train at all!
And you were supposed to.

And what about Dorota?

Or do you prefer the new chick?

They don't keep records.

But a pal of mine
runs two sportswear boutiques.

This model is a top seller in Warsaw.
With "77" in different colors.

-Which doesn't help us.
-Thanks.

They found the victim's car
with two bums sleeping inside.

Of course, they don't remember a thing.

Ewa Szwarc, just 15?

Wife: 20? I'd say the other way around.

Jacek: 50. He's our main suspect.

You said a pro did it.

-The kid discovers the stepdad's fling.
-How?

Eavesdropping?

Okay, listen.

All three know which car wash
Kotarba takes his car to regularly.

-Ludwik?
-I'm sure the kid did it.

When he saw us, he glanced at his bag.

-Why?
-He's a drug dealer.

-He carries drugs in his bag.
-But that doesn't make him a k*ller.

Not necessarily. Stepdad catches him,

the kid gets rid of him.

Alright, but it still doesn't add up.
The last 15%.

Yeah.

For other options.

Moms has called a conference.

-Let's go.
-Sorry, Chief. May I?

Yes. Thank you.

-Good afternoon.
-Afternoon.

-Manjaro.
-Madam Prosecutor.

Any news on the cannibal's victim's head?

We can't interrogate him.
You've sent him to hospital.

I had no choice, did I?
Try other investigation methods.

-Bye.
-You're not coming?

I don't wear a balaclava
and I hate being blamed

for the indolence of the police.

Bye.

Who k*lled Kotarba?

I can rule out a link
between his death and

his line of work.

The public will be informed
about the developments

in this case whenever possible.

Paulina Klejna, Max TV.
Have you identified Kotarba's k*ller?

I can't disclose any details right now.

Today, I can only say
that the suspect is about 30

and was wearing a
black b*mber jacket with 77 printed on it.

The man is about 5'11 ft tall.
He was also wearing sunglasses

and a bandana.

If you see anyone
who matches this description,

please contact the Homicide Department…

You're looking for me!

-Stand back!
-And here I am!

-Here I am!
-Drop your weapon!

Drop the knife, on three!

Here I am!

-Cameras off!
-Paulina, stay calm.

-I'm counting to three!
-Here I am!

One…

-Here!
-Two…

Here!

Great deeds shall follow!

-I'm the advocate!
-Cameras off!

Great deeds shall follow!

I'm the advocate! Great deeds have begun!

Did you get that?

Meaning?

Meaning we'll need his calendar,
a list of his appointments.

We already have his phone records.

You called each other frequently at night.

Did he promise he'd get a divorce?

b*stard.

Ask the secretary
for a list of his official meetings.

-Hi.
-Hello, Barbara.

Peter, would you be so kind
as to help me throw away

the burnt-out lights
on my husband's grave?

Of course. Let's go.

Thanks.

You're so kind.
If more people were like you…

Krzysztof Stawiski died a tragic death

Maria?

Congratulations. We have the k*ller,
the weapon, the confession,

the video-surveillance footage.

And an attack filmed by four cameras
and seen by 20 witnesses.

But there's one thing we don't have.

I'm the advocate!

Great deeds have begun!

Lemuel Norbert Van Hanegem,
born in Rotterdam,

dual citizenship.

He didn't know the victim.

-So?
-No bank account.

Not in the Global Bank.

No motive.

Psychos do exist.

A 22-year-old with no criminal record

follows a stranger into a car wash,
stabs him in the heart,

takes a ride in his car, then abandons it.

He drove six miles. He didn't steal it.

He comes to our press conference…
Are you listening?

Yeah.

He enters, attacks a known journalist,

confesses, and calls himself an advocate.

-Raves about great deeds.
-Raves or not.

-What's your point?
-Let's say he's the k*ller.

Why confess? We'd never have found him.

-Speak for yourself.
-How would you have found him?

What connects him to the m*rder?
We would be clueless.

-He confessed.
-And if he hadn't, how would you

have found him?

Case closed. The DA takes over.
That's all for today, thank you.

Manjaro, have a sandwich. Do you like ham?

Can you drive me to one other place?

Thank you.

ICE CREAM

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

Do you treat all newbies to ice cream?

Just the talented ones.

For me, the trial is over, ma'am.

-We can switch to first names.
-We can. Maria.

-Manjaro. Janek.
-Mangiaro?

From the Italian word for eating?

No. I'm named after
a character from an old TV show.

My dad's favorite.
He nicknamed us Manjaro, Pearl,

Paragon, Prince.

He was so childish.

Is it fun to have so many siblings?

It is fun. But you have to share.

I'm an only child.
Never shared anything with anyone.

But then I had no one to put the blame on.

We overlooked something.

I haven't seen the crime scene -
first time in four years.

-Good evening.
-Evening.

Police. We won't take long.

Thanks a lot.

Well, well. They've tidied everything up.

The bank should fund
a commemorative plaque.

One shoe was here.

The other one was over there.

Kotarba was lying here.

With coins over his eyelids.

Ancient Greeks put coins
in corpses' mouths, for Charon.

He had a paper bill in his mouth,
and coins on his lids.

Do you get the symbolism?

Me? I'm just an apprentice.

Police! Freeze!

He tagged it while we were inside.

He tagged a building. So what?

Manjaro, we've arrested the k*ller.

I looked him in the eyes. Lemuel, I mean.

I don't know why he confessed,
but he's not insane.

There are more of them.

He said he was the advocate.

"Great deeds have begun."