01x07 - Episode 7

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We have three murders:
a banker, a celebrity, and an MP.

These cases are linked.

PREVIOUSLY

Now it's four.
Isn't Szymon Klejna a millionaire?

Did these men have keys?

Why would they, since they came to…

Meet her.

Died tragically on February 10th.

Added 3:42 a.m., February 10th,
by WARTA 77.



Can we watch that clip again?

I believe he says: "I'll destroy you,
I'll k*ll you, b*tch."

Three hours prior to the m*rder. Knychała.

-We'll all go down together.
-What about that conspiracy theory?

The letters. It could be true.

I don't think the deputy PM
was drawing on walls.

What about the lamp?

Has a lamp gone missing?

You really think
you can do whatever you want?

Morning, Madam General.
Something warm to eat?

They're here.

We leave our phones.

Here.

I feel handicapped without it.

Imagine people used to live like that.

-Maria's disappeared.
-What?

She left last night and never came back.

-Have you called her?
-She left her phone at home.

Someone called her and she left.

She was out all night?

What do you know about her?

-Do you trust them?
-Of course, they're my best men.

She might be seeing someone.

-Some relative asked her for help.
-But her family lives in Ukraine.

-Okay, bring him over.
-Luizjana?

-Morning, ma'am.
-Hold this for me.

Turn it on.

Thanks.

-And this?
-Take it.

-That's all we have?
-Plus the threats on air.

Threatened her on camera.

The deputy PM mixed up
in a m*rder of this caliber…

Couldn't be worse.

A government crisis, utter shame.

-Okay, ask them.
-Guys!

Mandarin, you ran
that Bielany Butcher case?

Manjaro.

Not the Butcher, the Cannibal.
Me and Captain Bończyk.

Can we talk privately?

Sure.

You seem to have your wits
about you, Manjaro.

Thank you, ma'am. I try.

-Make it look like…
-I don't get it.

We're supposed to find the perpetrator,
right?

Right.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Great.

Listen,

no phone calls,

no evidence requests,
no requests for analyses

without Colonel Parada's
knowledge or consent.

No talking to anyone.

No interrogations without
the colonel's permission.

Official notes are to be destroyed

right after showing them to your colonel.

No individual initiatives?

You'll be working like Krauts
from the GDR.

Exactly.

Let's pray it's not him.

Do as she said. But the other way round.

-f*ck!
-What's up, Manjaro?

That general wants us
to find a different perpetrator.

What? Other than the deputy PM?

Exactly.

And what if it really was him?

The deputy PM running around town
drawing letters?

-We'll arrest him, of course.
-Of course.

We can find them a different suspect.

Wait. You either are one or not.

I didn't join the force
to bust innocent people

for politicians' crimes.

We won't be looking for innocent guys,

but crooked ones who can take the fall
for that journalist's m*rder.

What's going on? Are you joking?

We are, but the general ain't.

What a shitty case.

I'm 33 years old.
Haven't achieved anything,

and whatever I have
they take away from me.

Quit moaning.

You see, Ula. You're young.
Just starting your life, really.

-Ask for a transfer.
-Sure.

I did once. I won't again.

-It's karma.
-Karma.

Her car's not here.

In four hours, we need to inform Parada.

Relax, we'll find her.

Morning, Mr Manjaro.

Don't stare.

Never seen a woman in the men's room?

Maj. Wiktoria Dymińska, Secret Service.

You're still sharp for your age.

You know my birthdate by heart?

This one works.

You're all so frustrated on the force.

"Haven't achieved anything,

and whatever I have
they take away from me."

-You always bug police cars?
-I do not.

I've just installed
a direct channel of communication.

One word is enough.

They've given you the shivers.
Don't you worry.

But I need to be the first
to know the truth. Are we clear?

Why is that?

You know what you need
to be a good sprinter?

-Drugs? A blood transfusion?
-To react quickly.

Reaction time counts the most.

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

-Sounds important.
-The state needs to know first

if it was him or not.

Deputy PM Dariusz Knychała,

the idol.

Ciao, bambino.

He would park his car behind the building,

in the handicapped zone.

As all government people would do.
Are you listening?

I am, Ms. Sawicka.

So, he parked over there
and that's where you'd vacuum it?

Yes.

So, you couldn't see
what was going on inside.

No, but this is a quiet neighborhood.

Nothing ever happens here.
Only this m*rder.

My colleague asked me to collect the CCTV.

Sure, come with me.

I'll give them to you right away.

Sorry for the mess.

-Why didn't your colleague come?
-Work.

People throw away new stuff.
Ugly, so out it goes.

-Do you need it?
-Yeah. Very much so.

But I found it in the dumpster,
it's not stolen.

Her husband threw it away.
Here's the memory stick.

Thank you. Ms. Sawicka.
You're a wonderful woman.

-I'm taking it.
-Just leave the bulb. It's mine.

Certainly.

See?

-What?
-Everything.

-I can see everything.
-Show me.

I can see everything.

I bet a video camera was inside.

-Why?
-They made pornos.

Or simply recorded everything,
including sexual adventures.

-She recorded herself?
-Just one of many fetishes.

-Maybe just for kicks.
-Or to blackmail someone.

Her lovers.

-One cappuccino.
-Cheers.

Listen, Ula. You're quite good.

Meaning?

Breaking into people's clouds,
computer searches, hacking.

I'm far from the best.

Mr Szymon had a reason to throw
that lamp away. Could you check him out?

Are you asking me, a police officer,
to break into his computer?

Yep.

Got it. I'm on it.

Hello there.

Hi!

-What happened?
-Not now. Okay?

-Trust me.
-You okay?

Go report to the chief.

Right away.

Now what?

We're waiting for Ula to search his cloud.

We need to develop a plan.

See? She's all right.

Seems so.

Smile. She's the first one
you haven't run off.

So?

I said I needed time.

But you'll find something?

Not with you breathing down my neck.

I just want to make sure
we get something on him.

Don't piss her off.

I can't wait. Let's go to the deputy PM.

Maria?

-Are you coming with us?
-Sure!

Thank you. You can collect your stuff.

Next person, please.

Good morning.

Go upstairs.

What are you looking at?

A scar under the right eye,
tall, dark hair.

That matches with
our eyewitness statements.

Luizjana, tell your colleague who I am.

You'd better quit this guessing game.

Czesio, do you think we're municipal cops?

This isn't parking in a handicapped zone.

The boss only wants to see the lady.

Only her. Gentlemen, you will excuse us.

They're police officers, too.

This is about a m*rder.
We need to see the deputy MP.

It's you or no one.
PM Knychała is a very busy man.

Go, we'll talk to the gentleman here.

Follow me, please.

-I'm on duty.
-So are we.

It's either here or
tomorrow at the station.

Czesio, you'll get eight years
and be released after four.

You were in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Interrogation of Maj. Czesław Dołęga,

the Chancellery of the Prime Minister.

Lieutenant Jan Góra,
Captain Ludwik Bończyk.

We actually only have one question.

Why did you k*ll Paulina Klejna?

We got to know what the PM thinks
as a citizen.

You're watching "Straight in the Eye"
with Paulina Klejna.

We've been talking to the deputy PM.

Prime Minister, our specialists
agree that on this recording

you can be seen telling Ms Klejna:
"I'll destroy you, b*tch."

Yeah?

Strange but quite likely.

Six weeks later,
Ms Paulina was m*rder*d in her flat.

-Why did you threaten her?
-Because she asked me to.

She asked you to?

Yes. It was like a bet.

A lovers' game.

-It's hard to understand.
-Indeed.

She would ask me to do different things:

to tie her up or gag her. You know…

I'm fond of sex.

But with her it was nothing regular,
rather kinky.

What exactly did she offer?

I'd have to consult
a sadomasochism encyclopaedia.

You know what?

This is slightly implausible.

She asked you to threaten her,

and you, the prime minister, just did it?

A bet? Really?

She would call me a few times a day.

-Phone records don't support that.
-You don't have mine.

In interviews,

she falsely implied
there was still something between us.

-Implied?
-Never denied.

She sent e-mails to my wife,
spread rumors about a pregnancy.

-No trace of those, either.
-She obliterated the traces.

Like any wounded child.

Ms Paulina was in her thirties.

A child in her thirties

is still a child.

Okay, okay.

I went to see her. I was scared
of my wife, but I did it.

-I was more afraid of her.
-Did she ask a lot of questions?

No.

She wanted me to take care of someone.

As in "k*ll"?

She said that as long as he lived,
she would never find peace.

-Who?
-I don't know.

She said he got keys to her flat

and when she was out,
he would type on her computer.

-I think you're making this up.
-I'm not. She went nuts.

What else did she say about this man?
How they met?

She said he'd been haunting her
all her life.

-All her life?
-That's what she said.

-And that he was back.
-Someone from her family?

-Her father, brother, uncle?
-I don't know anything else.

-Ula? You got it?
-Yeah.

Mr. Szymon
keeps the recordings in the cloud.

A lot of stars appear.

-I brought two videos.
-Is this what I think this is?

And people think stuff like this
is safe in the cloud.

What do you need
to bust the man who did this?

-Do you have enough resources?
-We have all we need. Thank you.

You know…I've been thinking that perhaps

the k*ller's purpose
was to discredit someone

and not to k*ll Paulina.

-Has someone threatened you?
-No, but…

It's odd how quickly you got to
the video where I threatened her.

I've been thinking about that, too.

You found it quickly.

But on the other hand,
videos are all the rave in Poland.

-Exactly.
-Exactly.

We'll find them, whoever they are.
You have my word.

Lieutenant Jan Góra,
Captain Ludwik Bończyk.

Good morning. I made it clear I would
only talk to the lieutenant.

Sir, let's act like grownups.

You must have heard
of equality under the law.

I have, but I can't say I understood it.

Darek?

We should talk to them.

Come in, please.

We're doing an experiment.

This film reveals the motive
behind Paulina's k*lling.

There's a 99% chance
that one of you k*lled her.

One damaged the CCTV,
and the other k*lled her, or both.

Really? That's all? Call security.

The more, the merrier.

Switch it off!

What about that security?

Neither of you had an affair with her.

She just lent you her flat.

A camera hidden in the lamp.

She caught you
and started to blackmail you.

It wasn't her. She was a victim
of blackmail, too.

Whose victim?

Not so clever now?
That b*stard, Szymon Klejna.

How does a supermarket owner end up
owning airports and motorways?

He must have other videos.
That's why he dumped the lamp.

End of experiment.

At least we know his modus operandi.

He recorded people to secure favors.

So?

It's good to know
how things work, isn't it?

Here. This is what dough looks like.

That's 200,000 pounds,





Two kilograms.

Pure gold.

Are we on candid camera
or is this a bribe?

-Have you ever seen so much cash?
-Of course.

And you?

-I won't ask you. I know the answer.
-I haven't.

It's a scandal that people who…

-Shall I spell it out for you?
-Please.

It's a scandal that people
who can barely make ends meet,

for a few thousands,

losers like you,

would dare to judge a man like me?

Do you want that gorilla?
Or a similar one?

-He's completely mental.
-You're wrong.

And I am right.

Take a look.

Well?

Help yourselves and go.

You will be subpoenaed
to testify before the DA.

I will come but don't expect anything.

See you then.

None of the blackmail victims
reported the incident.

Then the blackmailer
will get away with it.

But he has to pass our note to the CBA.

Like hell he will.

He'll just move on to the next one.

We still don't have
Paulina Klejna's k*ller.

I think the deputy PM was more
preoccupied with his bodyguard.

The husband wouldn't set fire
to the candy store.

Maj. Czesław Dołęga from the
Government Protection Bureau

said she'd complained about a stalker.

The husband said
she'd been molested as a child.

By a family member?

Her father emigrated

and her step-brother went away
to study. So I don't think so.

Perhaps someone at her school.

Ballet school. Let's check it out.

But first, tell me…

Where were you?

-I knew you would ask.
-Well.

I could've squeezed you earlier

before you had time to come up
with some phoney story.

Someone I owe a lot to

called me.

They were in trouble. I had to help.

But it's over now.

Very well.

When you want to cheat on me again,
lie better.

But it's true.

If you don't trust me,
that's your problem.

Yeah, my problem.

You think we will be happy?

There's no guarantee.

Indeed.

People don't learn,
especially from their mistakes.

Maybe a little.

A tiny little bit.

-Let's take mine.
-Why?

It's faster.

But mine is more comfy.

-Hi, Manjaro. How are you?
-Fine, thanks.

-Come here.
-What's up?

-They've been asking about you.
-Who?

Some guy, not from this neighborhood.

-Can you describe him?
-A guy in his…

Manjaro, you'll talk later.
We need to get to the office.

-Thanks.
-Be careful.

-What office?
-My neighbors don't know I'm a cop.

-They know what department you're in.
-No! They think I'm a notary.

A notary? What?

-Keys. Hand them over.
-No.

Come on!

Hello there! No time for small talk.

-Give me what you have on him.
-On whom?

Deputy PM Knychała, Szymon.

Sorry, but is this street
an official channel?

You're a rules man, Lieutenant.

Sorry, but I don't know what you mean.

You missed your chance. But since
you don't get what I mean…

Yes?

-You should have given it to her.
-Excuse me?

You got into
the Secret Service's black book.

Someone else will give it to them
and they'll pay.

I'm a police officer.
I don't trade in blackmail material.

-Principles…
-Maria, what are you talking about?

Never mind.

It's like going back to my childhood.

Is it?

So, perhaps you'd like to dance?

-Thank you.
-In.

Good morning. Police.

Seven, eight. Matylda, higher.

One, two, three,

four, five, six.

Aneta, lower.

One, two, three, four.

Morning. Ms. Danuta Ciok?

Yes.

Lieutenant Jan Góra,
Homicide and Criminal Terror.

-We need to talk to you.
-But…

In private. Not appropriate for children.

Very well.

Girls, leave us, please.

You too.

Paulina Klejna, maiden name Rozbratyńska,
studied here.

-Do you remember her?
-Of course I remember Paulina.

She was my cousin's daughter.
Supremely talented.

She could be dancing in New York or Paris.

But she didn't finish school.
Did she quit or…

Her mother pulled her out.
Pity. Such a waste.

Do you know why?

I do.

Today, it's called child molestation.

The result of
talking about sex all the time.

Or rather, not talking about it.

A student came here.

From the music academy.

He was an accompanist and…

And what?

I don't know how far he went with her.

She was 12 or 13 years old.
Like those girls.

But you did inform the police.
There were consequences?

Naturally. Since then,
we've only hired women.

-Do you remember his name?
-Aleksander…

Aleksander Witwicki.

There are three entrances.
Our boys secured those two.

We'll take the one he should be taking.

Here.

-Coffee? Now?
-Would you prefer it tomorrow?

Let's focus on the job.
Finally linking up our cases.

You've had a fight, haven't you? Let's go.

Put these on.

You'd better focus on your vest, Manjaro.

They know. They're coming for me.
When are you coming?

When will you be here?

I am calm.

Hello?

He showed us the recording
with the deputy PM's threats.

Grabbed Maria's attention.

I was there too.

If he was innocent,
he wouldn't have accused someone else.

Damn it.

Our friend's found a fourth exit.

We need a negotiator. We can go home.

With a pedophile, they call in
psychologists and negotiators.

Why bother? Let him jump.
We need organ donors.

You want to interrogate him
or scrape him off the pavement?

-f*ck it. Take this.
-Janek!

I will jump! Don't come any closer!

Stay away, you hear me?

-Where's the negotiator?
-Any minute. We need to wait.

-I'll talk to him.
-Just wait!

Stay where you are.

-He k*lled Paulina Klejna.
-I know.

He was her accompanist in ballet school.

-Do you know why?
-We need to find out.

She was 12 when he seduced her.

She was 12 when he r*ped her,
not seduced her.

Tell him he gets 15 years.8 on appeal.

And they'll release him after 4.

-No way.
-Let's wait. He's getting bored.

A child r*pist won't commit suicide.
He loves himself too much.

Got a light?
I wanted to smoke one last one.

-Got a lighter?
-No.

-Smoking kills.
-Then I'm jumping!

Go ahead!

No! Wait! Easy. Relax.

I've got a lighter. Don't jump.

I'll give you the light.

I'm approaching with a lighter.

Stop or I jump.

-Easy.
-Throw it.

No one wants to k*ll you.

I'm Katarzyna Brodzka.
I have a PhD in psychology.

I'm a police negotiator
and I've come with an offer.

You'll go to a hospital for a while.

-I'd rather die.
-There's always time for that.

-Why did you k*ll Paulina?
-Manjaro.

Be quiet.

I showed her

what love is.

She was mine.

Don't you understand? She was mine!

Mine!

Let's back off to confuse him.

-Where are you going?
-g*n! Get down!

Drop your weapon!

Hands above your head!

Drop it!

Freeze! Drop your weapon!

Arms up!

He hit the cushion. He'll make it.

Up you get, girls.

Maria?

Maria! Look at me!

-Maria!
-You're staying.

-It wasn't me. I didn't sh**t her.
-Take him.