01x03 - Episode 3

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GREAT DEEDS SHALL BE DONE

PREVIOUSLY

Witold Kotarba, Global Bank.

A "bankster."

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

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

You're looking for me!

-Stand back!
-Here I am!

Great deeds have begun.

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

There are more of them.

He said he was the advocate.

And how was Les Pecheurs de perles?

Did you catch anything?

No, sorry. I can't have lunch with you.

I'm seeing the beautician.

Yes, your beautician, Franek.
She's mine as well, now.

Don't you know how hard it is
to get a appointment? That's right.

It's cutting out. I'm in the garage.
I'll call you later.

The call is dropping!

What are you spraying there?

Don't just stare at me.
I'm calling the security.

Don't move!

"I'll be back with a bang.
Coming in like a blazing flame."

-What?
-It's me, Łukasz.

Łukasz?

-What are you doing here?
-Greetings from the qualifier.

The qualifier? What are you talking about?

All right.
How do you say "koń" in English?

-"Horse."
-Good. And "świnia?"

-"Pig"
-Excellent.

And how about "słoń?"

-"Elephant."
-Bravo, sir! Get in.

-Dad? Why did someone write an "r?"
-No idea.

-Maybe it means "reserved for us."
-I bet you're right.

-Dad?
-Yeah?

What's that? Why is Auntie lying there?

Don't look at her, Roch! Don't!

Stay in the car.

-Hello.
-Hi.

-You're the good cop.
-Yeah? Why not you?

I'm a natural bad guy.
And you couldn't be bad with your looks.

-Good morning, Lieutenant.
-Hello, Warden. Did you miss me?

Very much so. Hello.

I brought lunch for my son.
Lemuel van Hanegem.

Out of the question.

-You'd need a judge's consent.
-Could you take it?

It's a detention center.

Your son is a suspect.
You'll see him at the trial.

And he is well fed, don't you worry.

-Follow me.
-Tough luck.

Please… Take these at least. His favorite.

Thank you!

Lemuel Norbert van Hanegem.

m*rder of a bank manager,
a decent family man,

attempted m*rder of a journalist.

Give it time.

Make a version with subtitles.

The "advocate, great deeds" video
has nine million views.

Carolling cats are more popular.

You'll get 25 years, not life.
You're young, no criminal record.

You'll do 15 years,
everyone will forget you.

Except for your mom, perhaps,
if she lives.

-A youth spent behind bars.
-No chance.

-No question about it.
-No chance.

-Whose advocate are you?
-"Whose advocate are you?"

Indolence leads to violence.

What are these great deeds
you were talking about?

You'll see.

As will you, ma'am.

-Nothing will happen.
-It has already happened.

A cesspool in the river.

-You're behind the burst pipe, too?
-Who knows, Lieutenant?

Yeah?

Lieutenant, it just happened.
That didn't take long.

You better be on your way.

Okay, we're on our way.

-We're leaving.
-Right now?

Yes.

Warden!

The judge will declare him a DP.

Me? A dangerous person?

Lieutenant…

Why don't we dance, huh?

-Listen, punk…
-What?

Manjaro…

Hands behind your back, now!

-Right away, Warden.
-And be a good boy.

You want to get him DP status?

When he gets to Holland, he'll claim
he was oppressed by Polish savages.

-Why in Holland?
-Can't you see what he's doing?

He'll do time there, as a Dutch citizen.

And he'll get therapy.

-But…
-Two years and he'll be free.

He's a Pole in Poland. He'll do time here.

-He'll renounce his citizenship.
-You think so?

In two years' time he'll be cycling
around Amsterdam on a bike

to and from a rehab center.

But bursting a sewage pipe
is a blatant act of terrorism.

Spilling sh*t is an act of terror?

Why didn't they own up to it?

They've wreaked havoc, that's enough.
If they really burst it.

Planting a b*mb without anyone noticing?

They'd need an expl*sives expert.

-Want one?
-No, thanks.

She was…She wasn't just a neighbor.

An MP, a familiar face.

A "good morning"
or a "hello" kind of person?

Everyone greets each other here.

So, did you know Gabriela Pilch?

I did. Yeah, I did.

I helped her move in.

She lacked a man.

"Lacked a man"?

Yeah. Repairing things,
moving the washing machine around.

-Hello, Madam Prosecutor.
-Hello.

Doc.

Hello.

Jarek!

-Hi.
-Hi. Well, Doc?

Estimated time of death:

somewhere between 10 and 12 p.m.



Witness Jaroslaw Konopka
came home at 10:30

-and parked his car.
-What witness?

The one who found the body.

He found it in the morning,
behind his car.

It wasn't there at 10:30 p.m.

Hyoid bone fracture,
multiple skin lacerations.

-Looks like a garrotte strangling.
-I've never seen one.

I have. A man k*lled a cabbie in 1987.

The last death sentence in Poland.

The attacker throws a loop of rope,
electric cable,

piano string, or fishing line
around the victim's neck.

Quick, quiet, extremely painful.

The autopsy will reveal more.

The MP used her maiden name: Pilch.

Seven years ago she divorced
her husband. They married in 2005.

So, let's find him.

-He may have had a motive.
-After seven years?

Maybe he's a vindictive guy.

So? Are you done, Doctor?

I am.

Thank you. Well, Lieutenant?
The tenants want to use the garage.

You may take the body.

I don't get it…Where's the victim's car?

Down here.

-And how did she access the stairs?
-The janitor says through here.

Wait a minute.

I walk from the car to the staircase…

So why was the body over there?

In front of Konopka's car.

They were having an affair.

What a mess.

You do understand, don't you?

Sure. Things like this happen.

Thank you.

-Love thy neighbour…
-Manjaro.

He has feelings, too.

Of course, my apologies.

Alright.

Did Gabriela tell you anything
about her previous relationships?

Her marriage?

She didn't talk much about her ex-husband.

He was boring,
a teacher or an office worker.

They broke up years ago.

Did she mention any other lovers?

-Friends? Enemies?
-We didn't confide in each other.

-You didn't?
-I have a family.

Gabriela knew my wife. They were friends.

-You hid the affair from your wife?
-Of course.

-Why "of course"?
-And kids?

She didn't have any?

-Not to my knowledge.
-It was about that time for her, right?

-To have a baby, to commit.
-Listen.

It was just a fling.
Nothing serious. I have a family.

Get out! You can continue this elsewhere.

We're basically finished.

If you remember anything,
we'd be grateful.

-Thank you.
-Goodbye.

It wasn't him.

-Want one?
-Thanks.

Hello.

-Afternoon.
-Lt. Jan Góra.

Second Lt. Maria Darska,
Homicide and Criminal Terrorism.

-Marian Reis. Retired captain.
-I knew you were a pro.

Tell us, what time did the MP
get home yesterday?

During the commercials after the movie.



-Any strangers enter the premises?
-Hold this for me.

I began my shift at 8 p.m.

There were two pizza deliveries.

The second one left the premises
after the series,

-at 9:50 p.m.
-And you were here the whole time?

I'm responsible for surveillance here.

-Any CCTV in the garage?
-No.

But they're included
in next year's budget.

The cameras only monitor the fence

and the entrances.

So strangers can only get inside unnoticed
in someone's car.

Yes.

Who drove into the garage last night?

Office workers
get back between 8 and 9 p.m.

The sports people arrive after 10.

The only person who comes later
is Franciszek Pokorski.

-Who is Mr. Pokorski?
-An artist.

Friend of the deceased.

They'd go to concerts.
He really liked her.

Which apartment is he in?

All the strings look original.

Okay.

Franciszek… what were you doing
yesterday evening?

I went to see an opera.

-Les Pecheurs de Perles.
-Alone?

Gabriela couldn't…

-She went to a dinner party.
-A dinner party?

With the Finnish Defense Minister.
Or Norwegian.

-An MP's bread and butter.
-Do you live alone?

I do.

And you returned home alone,
at 10:26 pm, just before the m*rder.

Yes. Who would I come with?

-And how do you know the exact time?
-I just do.

I haven't offered you coffee yet.

I'd love one, please.

-What?
-It's him. Do we detain him?

Are you sure?

-No, but a string is missing.
-No.

Let's watch him.

Where?

Which high school is that?

Yeah, it's on our way.

We'll be there.

Where?

The workplace of the victim's ex.

Franciszek,
we won't have time for the coffee.

Franciszek?

Mr. Pokorski?

f*ck!

Dorota? I need an arrest warrant
for Franciszek Pokorski.

His piano is missing one string.
Maybe Pilch visited him at night?

They drank wine, smoked weed.

-Well?
-He bolted.

He's guilty.
Have you notified the D.A.'s office?

I have.

-Hello.
-Hi. Can we help you?

Maj. Wiktoria Dymińska. Secret Service.

-Who has keys to the victim's place?
-Can I see some ID?

State of necessity. We enter first.

We'd rather avoid any incidents,

news about explosions,
tapes, papers, inquiries.

I'm not convinced.

Mr. Bończyk…
You're Captain Bończyk, right?

Right.

You give us the keys, and Lt. Góra…
That's you, right?

-Correct again.
-You'll accompany me.

You know what you risk
by obstructing justice?

No, I don't. What?

Luizjana, give her the keys.
I'll go with her.

-Get that arrest warrant.
-You're a cop?

Shall we?

-I couldn't find any sugar.
-No problem, I don't use it.

We're not investigating the MP's k*lling.

-That's your jurisdiction.
-Of course.

But in my personal opinion,
she was being blackmailed.

Blackmailed?

Can we have a moment alone?

MP Pilch was
on the Special Services Committee.

She knew our secrets. Some of them.

She lived beyond her means. A bit.

Perhaps she was trading on our secrets.

Perhaps…I'm just thinking aloud…

there was a dispute over the finances.

If you have any suspicions,

please, let me know.

I'm calling you. Save the number.

Wiktoria Dymińska.

-You know I'm not allowed.
-Seriously?

So, what's your price?

This is the perfect moment
to end this encounter.

Thank you.

-I'll be waiting for your call.
-Wait away.

-Well?
-They want us to do all the work.

Thanks. We'll get the warrant
in four hours.

-What could Pokorski's motive be?
-No idea.

They went to the opera and to movies.
A lovers' quarrel?

What? Two lovers in the same
apartment house?

Luizjana, you don't get politics.

Are you sure Mr. Pokorski is into women?

Marian!

Tell me… does Pokorski have a wife?

Are you kidding? A wife?

They don't need a beard nowadays.

Thanks.

Manjaro, your g*y radar is off.
Why would an innocent man flee?

Let's visit the victim's ex-husband.

Sounds like a plan.

I recall she got her hands dirty.
Some serious charges.

-Got her hands dirty?
-Watch out!

Thanks.

She took some bribes
during the privatization process.

Her immunity saved her.

-That might be a lead.
-Perhaps.

Okay.

Thank you.

Gabi?

Gabriela?

That's impossible.

Excuse me, could I see your badges again?

Jan Góra. Lieutenant.

Warsaw Police Headquarters.

And the number.

Very neat.

Thanks.

We've already met. At the bank.

Yeah. We have.

I remember.

I'm a client. And a debtor.

Unfortunately.

Excuse. This is overwhelming for me.

It's the first time
I've lost someone to a m*rder.

Calm down.

We have plenty of time.

Thank you.

I have never read crime novels.

How long were you divorced?

Six…

No, sorry… seven years.
We had no children.

What did your wife do,
before she became an MP?

She was a district probation officer.
At-risk youth.

I understand.

-Street kids.
-No, you don't understand.

Kids from good families.

Juvenile delinquents, devoid of values.

And the divorce?

No. I don't hold a grudge.

Infidelities, conflicts?
You must remember something.

Gabriela and I maintained
a positive relationship.

-We were almost friends.
-Almost?

Yeah.

Where were you between


At home, playing bridge.

-Can someone verify this?
-Sure.

It takes four people
to play a game of bridge.

-First and last names.
-Of course.

He's innocent.

A teacher with a sound alibi.
Divorced in a civilized way.

Someone told me
divorce is never civilized.

Check that cast-iron alibi of his.

-Okay?
-Sure.

Do you know what it takes
to become a teacher?

What?

-A lack of knowledge.
-Knowledge of what?

-You're ignorant, so you teach.
-What a bunch of crap.

-Is that some Elbląg philosophy?
-I learned that in police academy.

Listen up.

We were taught and we believe…

That each case
and each victim is a priority.

Exactly. Your entire team

will investigate MP Pilich's death.
What do we know?

-That her name was Pilch?
-My bad. Pilch. What do we know?

We know we need you
to sign a search warrant.

-And Franciszek Pokorski is…?
-Her neighbor.

The one that fled.
And we need to grill the advocate.

-What advocate?
-Lemuel Van Hanegem.

-He knows more than he says.
-Give us a break,

he's a suspect in a different case…

They're linked.

-How?
-The perpetrators

smeared large and visible letters
on the wall.

'K' and 'R.'

-Coincidence?
-No.

We've locked up the guy who confessed.

And he broke out and k*lled the MP?

No, but there's a link.
And it's organized crime.

Lemuel claims
they caused the sewage spill.

Experts proved it was an accident.

She used to be a probation officer.
Perhaps

one of her charges remembered her
and how she treated him.

Think about it. People m*rder
for money, power, love.

-Find the motive, find the man.
-That's my motto.

Come in. Yes?

Good afternoon,

I'm Marek Jamroży. My client
wants to make a voluntary statement.

Who's your client?

I had two tickets to the opera.

Gabriela couldn't go. She had…

that Finnish dinner thing.

In front of the opera house
there was this kid.

Well dressed, rather plain looking,
a good companion

for Les Pecheurs de Perles.

After the performance
another kid joined him outside.

It was obvious
we'd all end up at my place.

-Two strangers? Weren't you afraid?
-No risk, no fun.

Right.

What happened next?

What happened? We just had a little party.

Drinks and stuff.

Do you remember their names?

Yeah.

One introduced himself as Oskar,
and the other one's name was Kacper.

Kacper and Oskar.

And then someone phoned Oskar,

saying his grandma had an accident.

What could you do?

I called them a taxi. And they left.

And you didn't see them
taking the m*rder weapon?

You know, I was playing my piano,

and Oskar went to the bathroom

to pee. I imagine that was when he stole

the piano string.

Did you see them get in the cab?

There was no cab.

I saw Gabriela's car.

I called her
and invited her to lunch next day.

She said she had an appointment
with a beautician.

An excellent one.
It's hard to get an appointment.

You have to book in advance.

She was in the garage,
the phone was cutting out.

And that's how I became
an accomplice to m*rder.

A crime against my beloved,
darling Gabriela.

Do you buy his little story?

I don't know.

But one thing puzzles me.

If he drove them inside,
they had to exit somehow.

Would you make me one?

-Sure. Black or green?
-Black.

-Okay.
-Thanks.

Sure.

Guys? We got them.

Dad?

Right. Thicken the eyebrows.

And the arches…

a bit more pronounced.

That's right.

That's what he looked like.

One's locked up, two k*lled the MP.

One phoned them. He must have been
observing the MP's movements closely.

So there are at least four of them.

They wear 77 b*mber jackets
and claim to have sabotaged the sewers.

Manjaro, I'm exhausted.

I'm heading home to finally
spend a night with my wife.

You should take a break.

They observed the victim.

They planned it.

-I can't leave. My family's coming.
-Family?

Some of the boys can stay
at my place if you want.

Thanks. I'll manage.

-I'll squeeze them in.
-Okay, see you.

Bye. Maria?

-Yeah?
-Going home?

-Need a lift?
-I can manage.

Bye.

Again! Come on! Come on!

-I scored a hat trick.
-Bravo.

Okay, boys! Huddle up!

Guys, press forward.
When you retreat, go to your positions.

Prince,
if you want to cover Paragon, do it.

-You're a wise a*s.
-A coach is always a wise a*s.

-Dad says you love to mouth off.
-And you're my successor.

Okay, guys, forward!

Go! Go!

Watch out! Fall back! Positions!

Okay! Press forward! And a pass!

Great!

Wonderful!

That's all?

-Okay, that's all!
-And this.

Let's go!

You know what? I envy you.

No wonder you never searched
for your real parents.

Not real, just biological.

No, nothing is happening.

-Manjaro is falling at your feet.
-Mom, let us talk, huh?

Okay, I'll tell you all about it.
Bye, we'll talk tomorrow.

There are a lot of great exhibitions
in town.

-That's why I brought them.
-There's a lot happening.

-And we'll go to the stadium.
-To see the third league?

I can't afford the top notch matches.

-You're the boys' role model.
-Me?

-That's a bad idea.
-That's up to me to decide.

They all want to be cops.

When the TV team interviewed me

about foster families, I talked about you.

They went to Elbląg.

Dad, stop telling people where I work.

Relax.

We didn't give away any secrets.
And Mom did most of the talking.

-Next time say nothing.
-Okay.

-What channel was it?
-I have no idea.

-Did they air it?
-No, they didn't. Strange.

Relax, they'll show it.

Maybe it's a good thing,

lest you have trouble at work.

Sandwich!

No! No! No!

That didn't take long.

Great deeds will follow!

-Hi.
-Hey.

Are you coming?

Do you know them?

Are they your friends?

Of course I know them.

Who are they?

That is Michal.

-That's Robert.
-Michal and Robert who?

Michal Pazdan and Robert Lewandowski.

-Very funny.
-What is really funny

is how quickly you've begun to dance.

That's good.
Your suffering will end quicker.