01x08 - Episode 8

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GREAT DEEDS SHALL BE DONE

PREVIOUSLY

I'll be back! Beware the fury!

I will come like a blaze!

The Intelligence Service
is the state's eyes and ears.

The state needs to know first.

These cases are linked.

The perpetrators smeared large
and visible letters on the wall.

'K' and 'R.'

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

It's good.
Your suffering will end quicker.

Hands up!

Drop your weapon!

Maria! Look at me!

-Maria?
-Sorry.

-It's OK.
-It's a new day, Lieutenant.

Coffee?

Please.

Call me Janek.

Just Janek, not Lieutenant.

OK. I'm Anka.

The head of the ward has an amazing
coffee machine. I broke in.

Want a croissant?

-I'll pay for it.
-C'mon. Next time.

Once you make two coffees,
the break-in weighs on you less.

Can Maria hear us?

Presumably, but we can't be sure.

She will come around soon.
It's just a matter of hours.

Who is she for you?

A colleague.

Does she have anyone
closer than a colleague?

We've informed her mother
in Ukraine. She's on her way.

-It's taking a while.
-Her passport had expired.

Maybe it's better
that she'll see Maria when she's

-in a better shape.
-Someone close would do her good.

-A partner, husband.
-Why? I'm here.

-Maybe she has someone.
-Can you find him?

We can try. What do you want to tell him?

It's got to be him. I can't tell you.
Hospital procedure.

Not even a hint?

I can't.

-Where's Maria's phone?
-Why do you ask?

Someone's asking if I'm jogging
my usual route. On her number.

Was it on her during the incident?

It should be in an evidence bag
or hospital storage.

Ma'am?

Hello? Hello?

Mr Alfred, easy.

Lieutenant Gora, Warsaw police.

Unconscious person by the ZOO, 01.

-Officer?
-What's up, Witwicki?

Please, open up.

I've run out of my anti-epilepsy pills.
I could have a seizure.

Step back!

I need to see my doctor.

Please, bring them to me from the doctor.

Dr. Szymczak, Sanguszki medical center.

Have him prescribe it.

Tell the police I want to testify.

I want to tell them about my accomplice.

He talked me into it.

I want to cooperate as a witness.

Step back.

Excuse me.

Oh, he was into it all right.

-Mr. Alfred?
-Do you know him?

-You don't?
-Who is he?

Someone dumped him here. Alfred Rostowski.

Top scorer, '96 World Cup.

Incredible.

He started for FC Jagiellonia.

The French Championships with Lille.

Then Celta, Sevilla.
Ended his career in Bełchatow.

What's this?

Someone left it with him.

Info for the media.

Heck of a life.

Look.

My son volunteers for his organization.

I even worked on a petition
for a new football pitch.

-What do we have?
-Hi.

-You like football?
-Of course.

Rostowski.

-You're joking.
-You wish.

It's not Jaga.
Rostowski played for FC Jagiellonia.

How do you know?
You were peeing in your potty.

Rostowski is a legend.
The last of the great players.

Before Robert.

It's them.

Another letter.

I got this message at 6 a.m.

-"Are you jogging your usual route?"
-This is my usual route.

Someone wanted me to find him.
He was left here deliberately.

And it was sent from Maria's phone.

They stole it from the hospital.

It should have been in evidence.

How do they know you go jogging?
And this route in particular?

Excellent question.

Excellent.

What word are these letters
supposed to spell out?

I don't know, detective.

Perhaps "penalty"?

You're so daft.

We'll have to replace you.
You don't get anything, detective.

Who is "we"?

We.

What does "we" mean?

You mentioned a conductor.

Kamil k*lled one. Is Kamil with you?

Was that the first victim?



You're asking me?

I gave up my Polish citizenship.

What? You think that this time
next year, you will be in Amsterdam?

This time next year, I will be in Curacao.

You know where that is?
The Dutch Antilles.

Why didn't you k*ll Rostowski?

Ask him.

As I said: "great deeds shall be done."

Lieutenant?

What are you doing?

Lieutenant!

-What are you doing?
-What is this?

-Take him to the doctor.
-Up you get!

I'll have to report this.

Lieutenant, what are you doing?

-He broke his nose himself.
-And the chair?

He threw it against the wall.
There'll be a mark.

He choked himself, too?

Yes.

-You're off the case.
-I beg your pardon?

You've been very emotional
over Lieutenant Maria.

You'll take a rest. I'll have your
badge and g*n in the armory.

-Is this a joke?
-When was the last time you slept?

They're messing with us.
This is a t*rror1st threat.

This is your problem.

Now we have to give him
to the Dutch police.

Lemuel is our only lead.

You breached the suspect's
bodily integrity. I have no choice.

Extradition in exchange for dropping this.

-I would rather do time with him.
-We've lost him.

-We can't lose you.
-You're making a mistake.

Bye.

-It's an honor to talk to you.
-I know.

What a bummer.

Dorota, we can't release Lemuel.
We need to meet. Call me back.

-Listen, Moms has suspended me.
-We know.

What about ballistics on Maria's b*llet?

We can't discuss investigations with you.

-How is she?
-Stable.

She'll come around soon.

I'm going to talk to the top scorer.
Maybe he knows something.

-Call me if you hear anything.
-You can't question witnesses.

You're off the case.

I'm just gonna ask if he's okay.

-Stop. You've been suspended.
-Ula…

He's the first survivor.

He might remember something.

Do whatever you want. We know nothing.

Okay.

Hello.

"I CAN DO ANYTHING" FOOTBALL FOUNDATION

They're still lurking out there.

Paparazzi.

I hate this media circus.

I only interact with them
about my foundation.

-"I can do anything." You've heard of it?
-Sure.

Like every kid in Poland.

Everything down the drain.
What a wild country.

You'd better not moan about it publicly.
No one's gonna pity you.

-What are you doing? Give me that!
-Leave me alone!

Get out! Now!

Thank you.

Not at all.

When we started the therapy, he told me…

That he, I mean Feliks,

believes in directive therapy,

which required me to

-do anything he…
-Ordered you to.

No!

A therapist doesn't tell you to do things.

He implied things and I followed him.

He implied that
you should k*ll Paulina Klejna?

Are we here to listen to these bollocks?

He…

Feliks Nowicki

told me I had to take care of my issues.

She was part of it.

A 12-year old

who lured me,

a young man then, into her bed.

A nymphomaniac, a b*tch.

-A crazy person.
-He told you to draw the letter?

Yes.

And sh**t Maria Darska, a police officer?

I didn't mean to.

I shot to scare them off.

Something isn't right.
Do you have the video made by the witness?

Sure.

g*n! Get down!

Drop your weapon!

Second shot. There were two.

And a third one, quieter, in between.

Isn't that an echo?

And after Manjaro's shot?
There must have been three shots.

You think there was
a third sh**ter that we didn't see?

We heard it.

We got two b*ll*ts. One from Maria,
the other from Sasza.

Sasza might have missed.

Good morning.

So much happening these days.
A lot of young people.

There's a lot of turnover.

We're here about Feliks Nowicki,
a therapist.

Never met him. I know there was
someone by that name.

We talked on the phone a few times.
Right this way, please.

-Come in.
-Thanks.

He treated his patients in a bike room?

He really had his office here?

I don't know what he did,
but he rented this place.

This is where people met with him?

There were no bicycles then.

Have you got Feliks' address
by any chance?

We arranged things through e-mail.

Hang on.

-This is his address.
-Cool.

-So, you never saw Feliks Nowicki?
-A courier brought the documents.

Thank you.

How could he see patients here?

I don't scrutinize people.

It's easier to maintain anonymity.

Come on, Ulka. Let's go.

He must have registered his business.

He used to work as a therapist
on Światowid St.

That's where he registered.



Thank you so much.

-I don't smoke.
-I do. Like a chimney.

I love it.
I started when I ended my career.

You can't smoke in a hospital.

I can do anything. Anywhere.

I could have done so much.

My foundation's built football pitches for
kids no one cared about.

We set up tournaments.

-I like young people.
-So, you invited these ones in.

-They looked normal.
-Who brought the stuff?

They did. I never took it of my free will.

You had the whole periodic table
in your blood.

I had my own dope.
But they must've spiked my drink.

-I wouldn't have been so blasted.
-What did you discuss?

This and that.

But one of them said
he hadn't known his parents.

That he was brought up in an orphanage.

He said he dreamed of
meeting his real parents.

Because he didn't know who he was.
I felt sorry for him.

They fooled me.

-Did they give their names?
-They had funny pseudonyms.

The tall one called his stocky friend

"Luizjana" and he was "Manjaro."

-Are you playing with me?
-What do you mean?

-Who told you to say that?
-Nobody!

-Who?
-Nobody! Give me a break, man!

Do you recognize them?

I might.

This is 97 Światowid St.

-111C? I don't know.
-Must be a mistake.

Or a wild goose chase.

How did he get KRS and tax ID numbers?

Weird.

Do you believe
his shrink told him to k*ll?

I don't buy suspects' bullshit.

-Do you think there is a link?
-Between what exactly?

You know, MP Pilch,

director Kotarba, Klejna, Rostowski?

I mean, the circumstances
and m*rder weapons don't add up.

I don't know.

And your instincts?

My experience tells me
that this is all too contrived.

But those letters do make you wonder.

And the latest case is linked to Manjaro.

-You think he's behind it?
-No.

But someone is definitely
messing with him.

Which means they're messing with us.

You don't want to be sneered at.

Don't bait me.
Sometimes, you're like my father.

Maria?

If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.

Can you hear me?

Just a tiny squeeze will do.

Marysia?

Rostowski knew our pseudonyms.

He said he was drugged
by Manjaro and Luizjana.

-I understand.
-Could he have overheard them?

-He was unconscious.
-Or pretending to be.

They're using our pseudonyms deliberately.

Those criminals are pretending to be us
in front of the victim.

The first one they didn't k*ll.

-They wanted to frame you.
-Perhaps.

Wanted K*llers turn out to be cops.
It's a warning.

I don't buy conspiracy theories.

Go and ask him.

He will testify he was doped
by Manjaro and Luizjana.

He saw it wasn't us.

They knew I was an orphan.

-I think we have a mole.
-What?

Lemuel knew exactly what letter
would appear at the bus stop.

Either they're communicating
or carrying out a plan he knows about.

He knew about Maria and me. Someone
is tipping them off about the case.

-We have a mole.
-Who? Ula or me?

Manjaro,

get some sleep, gather evidence.

Then we can dismantle our team.

How do they know so much?

You tell us. You were sent the message.

Okay, see you.

You see?

He threatens a TV journalist,

tells everyone he's an advocate
for some influential group,

and a few months later,
the woman dies at this group's hands.

We can't be sure.

We never will be
if we release the only suspect.

Go home, get some rest.
You shouldn't even be here.

He'll be in Dutch custody,
at our disposal.

This is their plan! An extradition
to Holland, and later the Antilles.

I'll be interrogating him on Skype.

-Not after you violated his rights.
-And he put a bayonet to her throat!

I'm just thinking out loud, but if one of

the victims' relatives
challenged the decision,

the penitentiary court might reexamine it.

Relatives?

I should've thought of that earlier!
Thanks.

-Bye, Dorota.
-Manjaro?

Go to Mateusz Parada tomorrow.

You're his best cop.
Be humble, for your own sake.

Lieutenant, if I do
what you're asking me of,

you're in for a hell of a lot of trouble.

Since you hate me, and it's mutual,
you'll k*ll two birds with one stone.

-Tempting.
-I knew you'd appreciate that.

I'm starting to like you.

Mr Szymon, the punk
who threatened your wife publicly

can't go to the Antilles, even if
he's not allowed to leave the beach.

What's up?

Now what, smartass?

Victim's family's attorney
challenged the extradition.

-What victim?
-You tried to k*ll Paulina Klejna.

The court granted her husband's motion.

Is this country so corrupt
that any oligarch can fix anything?

Yes.

Shall I read the order?

You okay?

Thanks.

I hear Rostowski
made an interesting statement.

I talked to him privately.

No. You were never suspended.

We got the testimony.

And you returned your g*n
to be examined after use.

-I haven't been suspended?
-Nope.

We have a t*rror1st organisation
on our hands.

A group of assassins.
You were the first to say that.

Get up and go.

-Where to?
-To close the case.

What's changed, Moms?

Ballistics report.

The b*llet that we took out of Maria

wasn't Sasza's.

A r*fle?

A sn*per?

Come this way!

-Please!
-And you've been sent by?

Some crime syndicate
or the new Republic of Poland?

Does it really matter?
We're armed. That should be enough.

Hop in, Lieutenant.

I knew who you were straightaway.

I'm not scared.

I ain't scared of darkness.

Poland will know that
you stayed in high spirits

even if you kick the bucket.

-Major Wiktoria Dymińska.
-Janek, you can call me Wiktoria.

-Coffee?
-Thank you, Wiktoria.

-Tell me everything you know.
-Do we have that much time?

Go on.

I don't put sugar in my coffee.

Witold Kotarba, a bank director.

Gabriela Pilch, an MP.

Tommy Gajewski.

Paulina Klejna.

Politicians, bankers, celebrities.

They have all started to disappearing.

At each of those crime scenes
you found a letter.

You don't need me. You know everything.

-You forgot Rostowski.
-I didn't. He's alive.

Maria Darska died on duty
from a sn*per's b*llet.

Maria is alive, too.

Indeed. My apologies.
Maria Darska is alive.

But who shot her?

Why don't you tell me?

Janek, I'll help you when you help me.

-Here, Madam Prosecutor.
-Thank you.

You'll find everything here.

I knew her.

I mean, I know her.

Tell me, just between you and me.
What are her chances?

Rather slim. You'll learn the rest
from the documents.

-Can she hear us?
-Probably not.

-Is she conscious of anything?
-No.

-But it's not about her now.
-Then what is it about?

Or whom.

Please excuse me. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Stylish!

Look at him.

Whiskers are in again.

I had them when I was a tram driver.

You? A tram driver?

I know as much as you.

I know nothing about Gabriela Pilch.
You took over the case.

True.

We've ruled out political motives,
even corruption.

No motive.

Like the rest.

Not all.

Tommy Gajewski was k*lled
for outstanding debts.

But someone used the crime
and wrote that letter.

Tommy must fit into this weird puzzle.

And Paulina Klejna?

A homicide inspired
by a therapist who's disappeared.

Inspired? No.

In homicide, it's called "instigation."

The whole world order
rests on three pillars of power:

money, politics, and media.

Someone wants to beat the system
by k*lling its representatives.

And Rostowski didn't deserve to be k*lled?

-Why kidnap him?
-Now, he's as good as dead.

We have his testimony.

-He said some interesting things.
-For example?

For some reason this whole affair
circles around you.

-Yes?
-Yes.

The kidnappers wrote to you.

He said he was kidnapped
by Manjaro and Luizjana.

We have it on tape.

-They'll buy his story, not yours.
-Are you threatening me?

Whose skin did you get under?

No idea. I thought you'd tell me.

You're with intelligence.

Yeah?

Thanks.

You're going with us.
Start getting used to it.

Meaning?

From now on, you'll be doing
exactly what I tell you.

-This is totally out of control.
-Whose control?

It's like Baghdad or Kabul in Warsaw.

And the sewage pipe? Was that controlled?

Sure. And Adolf Hitler is alive.

Stay back, please. It may collapse.

Manjaro, can we talk?

See those initials?

Six letters.
Since when are you two an item?

She wanted to scare me.

With what?

She said she'd finish us, me and you.

Don't look at her
or she'll think you like her.

Wait here.

What is it you've lost control over?
What are you hiding from us?

-Sweet Manjaro.
-What do you know about these cases?

-You'll be subpoenaed.
-Pardon?

-I will have you interrogated.
-Don't try me, okay?

Thanks.

You'll answer for hiding evidence

and sabotaging an investigation.

Manjaro, people are watching.

Hi.

I'll examine her.

What about her partner?

I am her partner, at work.

I don't mean you.
Is there anyone closer than you?

I don't think so.

No one else visits her but you.

-The DA came once.
-Dorota?

She wanted to check up on her case.

She took her file.

Did they know each other?

Yeah, casually.

So she must know by now.

It will show pretty soon.

What will show?

She's pregnant. Four months.

What?

I may have let it slip.

It's going to be okay.