01x03 - Episode 3

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Looks like someone out there
wants to be just like you.

Apparently, he has
a lot of respect for me. Poor idiot…

Another Übermensch.

Do you really think it could be Gerard?

Why are we talking about him now?

You thought that too, didn't you?

Gerard was part
of inner circle of Miśka's friends.

Statistics show
that 80% of victims knew their k*ller.

Right.

I just wanted to tell you that

Pionek might know
his imitator. That's all.

Please keep these conversations
to yourself. For your own safety.

Thank you.

If you have a suspect,
why don't you arrest him?

I'm waiting for the DNA results.

And not because the name Keller
carries a lot of weight in Silesia?

Will you find your own way out?

Kisses for your husband!

And you're banned from contacting Pionek.

For the sake of my investigation.

f*ck! I knew it would be like this!
Are you proud of yourself?

May I?

Aren't you cold?

Miśka was the best.

When I think she was alone then…

I'm sure she fought.

She was always brave.

She walked at the front
of every protest, I was a coward.

Clean Silesia…

Nothing matters without her.

I'm sorry.

Why are you doing this?

Why get so involved
in someone else's misfortune?

That's the way I am.

How many letters
has Pionek received recently?

One, six weeks ago.

But there was nothing ill*gal in it,
so it wasn't copied.

Were there any other
attempts at contact, or visits?

Just that Strzygoń, the journalist.

-Any info about the sender?
-Anonymous.

Had anyone written to him before?

There'd been many threats
at the beginning,

but we never informed him,
that's the procedure.

There's been no correspondence
over the last few years.

Here.

And you weren't surprised
that someone wrote to him just now?

Open the cell, please.

Cell inspection, step out!

Clear!

Where's the letter?

What letter?

You've only got one.

From someone who admired your crimes.

Who wants to be just like you.

You should ask, then,
not turn my cell inside out.

I'd have said
I'd flushed that rubbish down the loo.

The ruins of my heart,

vast and shapeless in the dark –

riddled with ravines of shadows,
leading I know not where –

full of prisons
and cages for monsters…

Is this part of that letter?
Where's the rest?

This is the only bit I liked.

The most accurate description of me,
not even your husband…

And I flushed the rest
down the loo, as I said.

What else was there?

Was the letter signed?

I didn't know
it would be so important.

It was just some gibberish.

You remember something after all.

It was signed with the initial G.

Would it be a lass?

I called her a few times, left messages…
Berni always calls back.

-Did you try the hall of residence?
-What do you think?

Didn't return last night,
her phone's off…

She got wasted somewhere,
or went to her parents'. She'll turn up.

-Tell me what happened!
-None of your business.

It's not me the police are after!
Shut up!

-What do you want?
-I saw you at the protest.

Bernie was a total mess,
what did you do to her?

Come into the room.

Find her and ask her!

I'll be right there.

Hello?

Could you get me a sample
of Gerard's handwriting?

You want me to do it?

I found a fragment of a poem
in Pionek's cell, handwritten.

Pionek claims the letter
was signed with the letter G.

Yes, I understand…

-What poem is it?
-I was rubbish at Polish.

-Look it up online.
-I know, I've already done it.

It's Miciński, a modernist poet.

Apparently the doyen
of Polish metal heads and Satanists.

Right, please send it to me.

Done. Thank you.

Millennial trees of despair
languish in ice jams,

drifting, rustling,
towards bottomless whirlpools –

above a misty, gouged-out funnel

the Angel of Death
staggers in a bloody flame,

like a lantern dying on a tower.

It is done –

the heavens have collapsed beneath me –

a tuft of flowers under
a stone giant's foot,

and the darkness
has thickened all around.

And above the depths, the Spirit –

extinguishes the stars –

and kindles visions,

more perfect than the stars.

Do you know this?

Any idea what the lyrical speaker meant?

Well…

The lyrical speaker, Mr Paweł…

Thus describes one of the wonders

of world architecture –
the Roman Colosseum. So it can be done.

So now, off the cuff,

write about one of the fallen monuments
of world architecture.

Imagine what the people felt,
living in its shadow over the centuries.

Does it have to be in verse too?

…all bark and no bite…
…yet more empty promises…

f*ck…

What are you –
a p*ssy or a journalist, eh?

Get on with it!

Yes, I know him…

You're welcome.

Good morning!
Bastian Strzygoń, I'm a journalist.

Mr Oskar Kalina, isn't it?

You want to talk about Basia, right?

-How do you know what I want?
-What else could you want from me?

It's because
that girl has died now, isn't it?

-Pionek is getting out…
-You think I don't know?

He ripped my heart out, that sod.

But it's my pain.
It's none of your concern.

Listen! Everyone's talking about Pionek,
no one about his victims.

It's extremely unfair. I want to keep
the memory of those women alive.

-And you can help me with that.
-Sure, I remember. And very well too!

We got engaged that day.
Did you know that?

She accepted my proposal in the morning,
and in the evening she was dead.

People say it was God's will.

I didn't know about the engagement…

I wonder what goes on
in the head of a lad like you,

to interfere
with people's lives like that.

You'll have to
sort this out yourself, kid!

Yesterday was the anniversary…

I lit a candle for her where she died.

Maybe it's still burning.

I haven't forgotten about you.
I'm gathering information and…

And analysing it.

I want to give you
the fullest view of the situation.

I already know a lot,
but I still need a little more time.

Please understand that I have to act
professionally and responsibly, right?

I have to find witnesses,
get them to talk about difficult past,

find and verify materials
rotting in archives…

I promise it'll be a great story.

Naked truth, nothing but the truth.
Bastian Strzygoń.

Life hazard No entry

Exactly 25 years ago,
the first victim was found here.

Barbara Gawlik.

A quarter of a century has passed,
and people still remember.

Have I frightened you?

There's nothing to be afraid of,
I won't hurt you.

Where do I know you from?

I knew I'd find you here today.

Ah, you were in that bookshop.

Żymła signed your book.

-What are you doing here?
-I wanted to know…

Whether you asked Pionek
about what I asked you to.

-Where did you ask me?
-In the comments.

You watch my channel?

Did he tell you what he felt
when he was k*lling?

You need to keep watching.

Now I'm going to publish
everything I find here.

Do you know
what sort of place this is?

Out with it, man.

You don't know anything…

You need to prepare yourself better.

It's pure evil.

Kids organise…

Satanic masses here.

Do you take part?

Funny…

A few days after they found
that m*rder*d girl,

a bloke committed suicide here.

What?

He hanged himself from that beam.
I wonder how he got up there…?

What was his name?

What was his name?

Are you f*cking with me?

Give it back.

I didn't give you permission
to record me!

Are you f*cking mad?
You know the cost of that?

I didn't give you permission
to record me!

This is a bad place!

Where is it now, eh?

This is a bad place!

Don't sh*t yourself!

f*ck…

-And…?
-I've got Gerard's handwriting sample.

Great! Please send a scan to my phone.

Quid pro quo.

I want to meet Pionek again.

What for?

I helped you once, didn't I?

You know he'll tell me
more than he will you.

Do you care that much
about Mr Keller?

So what's the deal?

Fine, but I want to know
everything about this meeting.

And send that scan to my phone, please.

I can't talk right now!

The police are here.

They're all over my mine
like they owned the place.

-What's going on here?
-The police are taking over this site.

I didn't want to bother you, Director.

Józef Chabisz, Director.

-What's going on?
-Morning…

If you don't shut
your filthy mouth, you c**t,

someone'll be happy to do it for you…

Oh, or a little gem like this…

You'll be biting the dust soon enough,

start looking over your shoulder,
you arse-f*cked sl*t…

And so it goes on and on…

-I don't quite understand…
-There are hundreds of them, Director.

And most of these messages
were sent from this computer.

We traced the IP address.

Who sent them and to whom?

Apparently someone
from your security team,

to the students
running the Clean Silesia website.

Including Michalina Badura,
who was m*rder*d a few days ago.

We have exact dates and times;
we need to know who was on duty here.

f*cking hell!

-Damian Bojar?
-That's right.

-We met at Spływ.
-Missed me already?

Shut your mouth, you stupid c**t,
or I'll shut you up. Remember?

You wrote that to Michalina Badura…

That's harassment,
it carries a 3-year prison sentence.

Did they make a complaint?

They talk tough
when slagging off Silesia,

but if anyone has a different opinion,
they run to the police.

f*cking snitches!

One of them is dead…

And the other is missing.

I wrote to them.

I tried to shake them up a bit.

They have no respect
for our tradition, our heritage.

It's like sh1tting
on my father's grave.

-Why are you getting so worked up, mate?
-My father died in that mine.

He was on duty.

Like every miner
who risks his life underground.

Dig he dig that coal for himself?

He did it so that all those dreamers,

those spoilt brats,
could keep their arses warm.

Michalina Badura
was m*rder*d on 13 November.

-Where were you then?
-In Lublin.

There was an away match.

About three hundred lads saw me.
You can check that.

Anything else?
I've got work to do.

-Hi there! What's it going to be?
-Good morning!

Mrs Ludgarda?

Yes, that's me.

-That's a right mess on your head!
-I haven't come here for a haircut…

Then why have you come?

Your husband committed suicide


In the very same place
where Pionek had k*lled his first victim.

Did you know what sort of place that was?
I'm a journalist…

I know it must have been
a very difficult experience for you,

but Pionek is about to be released,

and I believe that Silesia deserves
the whole truth, without compromise.

Do you remember what your husband wrote
in his suicide note?

How do you know he wrote a note?

People who commit suicide
often leave a note…

To explain themselves
to their family, to apologise…

Did you get this ring
from your husband?

I won't bother you any longer…

You…! Get out of here!
Get out of here!

f*cking hell…

Anything new?

Berni wasn't at her parents'.

We rang all the hospitals,
no success there…

So we've launched an online campaign,
we're putting up posters…

-Maybe someone has seen her…
-But it doesn't look good.

Miśka had been missing for a few days too,
but nobody was worried then.

-Have you been to the police?
-Yes, there's an official report now.

Kamila rang them again yesterday.

They've realised that Berni
was in the same group as Michalina.

And where's Kamila?

-How's it going?
-f*cking bad, how else?

Sorry.

Stop it.

Anything I can do?

Have you ever felt
like you were sinking into darkness

and nobody could help you?

Quite recently.

I don't want to be next.

What do you mean - next?

-First Miśka, now Berni…
-Kamila!

I'm sure she's fine.

Then why hasn't she called?

Where's Gerard?

What's Gerard got to do with it?

He's not here,
I guess he doesn't care.

Sandra, are you coming back from school?

Your mother been telling you things…?
She's always turning you against me.

And I…

I bought some chocolate…

-Look, with nuts!
-Go home!

-Sandra… I just wanted to talk…
-Leave me alone!

-Leave me alone!
-Oi! What do you want from her?

Don't interfere! She's my granddaughter.
Everything's fine, get out of here!

I think she's not in the mood
for a chat right now.

Anyway, if you want to play grandad,

I suggest you do it sober.

And what are you…?
An upstanding f*cking citizen, are you?

It's you she's screwing around with…

That filthy wh*re!

-Take care!
-If I see you again, you c**t…

I'll f*cking have you!

-You c**t! Get out of here!
-All the best to you!

OK, you've already seen me off safely.

-Your mum invited me for dinner.
-Leave her in peace!

Does he bother you often?

-Where does he live?
-Why?

-I want to stop him from bothering you.
-Found a subject, have you?

You think I don't know
what your job is about?

-I care about you.
-Another one, for f*ck's sake…

Do you know how many times
I've heard that over the years?

Either way, I'm coming upstairs!

-Are you coming?
-But don't tell her about Grandad!

Why stress her more?

-Cool!
-Twat!

-Got everything?
-Exactly as you asked.

-I've also got a little bombshell.
-What bombshell?

-It's to do with my report.
-What do you want from me now?

Just a smile and some company, for once!

Today at work I achieved a small but,
in my opinion, promising success.

And I was wondering
who to celebrate it with.

You won.

Thank you for agreeing.

Yeah, I'm surprised at myself…

But you know
there's one rule in this house?

Say 'Pionek' just once
and you're out the door.

I promise - not a word about work today.

Hey!

Is this enough?

Look now!

Hop!

-And there it is!
-No…

-Not a Silesian dumpling…?
-No.

Any Silesian housewife
can do it with her eyes closed.

Ah, okay!

Alright…

I'm a Silesian housewife…

No, please… I'm already hungry.

Wait…

Really…?

-Really - what…?
-You really invited him for dinner?

-Yeah!
-It just happened…

What are the holes for?

-So that you can ask about them.
-To catch the sauce. And they look nice.

You Silesian dumpling!

Ah, it's you…

It's a bit late for visits,
there's quiet hours at night.

-And you are…?
-A right little nosey Parker, aren't you?

-I need to talk to her.
-You can - tomorrow. She's asleep.

When you swing by her at the uni.

And now don't go pestering her at midnight
like some bloody stalker.

Have you talked to Pionek?

What the f*ck are you on about?

Go get some sleep, matey.
And let others sleep.

-Get out!
-A moment…

-The date didn't go too good?
-What makes you say that?

You woke up on my floor.

You know why Silesian dumplings
have holes in them?

-Have what…?
-There! You don't know.

Your boy was trying
to get in touch with you.

He came knocking on the door last night.

-What…?
-He must've missed you bad.

But I didn't let him in.
I didn't want to wake you up.

What?!

Who the f*ck gave you the right
to decide about my business, eh?

If he came in the middle of the night,
it could've been important!

-It sure was…
-Shut up!

Another student went missing yesterday,
Bernadetta. Everyone's looking for her.

Sorry, I didn't know.

I think you should watch out for that guy.

Too late.

Anka!

Kocur's lifted the ban,
we can see Pionek.

How did you sort that out?

Will you arrange a visit?

You're effing awesome!

As it happens, I've got
a really important question for Pionek.

Similar?

Weren't there any fingerprints
on that letter from the imitator?

Only Pionek's…
I'm going round in circles!

-And the guard?
-He was out of town, has a solid alibi.

I don't know
who's more upset by your exchange…

Me, or your little girl?

Relax, Doctor…

The girl has definitely inherited
police genes.

-Marian, come on…
-What…?

Her little heart!
It's beating beautifully!

She'll be a strong girl!

I can't see a thing, only fuzz…

I'm terribly sorry…
I have to take this.

Can I have something
to wipe this goo off?

What's up, Mr Bastian?
I don't really have the time…

The more I appreciate
that you answered the phone.

Imagine I'm leaving
the prosecutor's office as we speak,

and they've given me access
to your files from years ago.

Congratulations! And…?

Basia Gawlik's ring.

-What about it?
-It's a long story…

Do you have time to meet up?

At your convenience.

I always wonder…

Do people picture a specific person
when sh**ting at the target?

-Would you like to try?
-Nah, I won't be competing with you.

I don't like to lose.

That's something we have in common.

Right then…
Shall we get down to business?

-What did you want to talk about?
-Dawid Kraska. You've heard, I'm sure…?

He committed suicide
right where Basia Gawlik's body was found.

When I was going through the files,

it looked as if
you hadn't looked into that at all.

You don't seem to think much of me, lad…

We looked into that suicide
very thoroughly.

Right after the body turned up.

The bloke was in massive debt,
that was all.

Except there's no mention of it
in the files…

-Not even the slightest hint.
-And…?

-A bit odd.
-Not to me.

It simply had nothing to do
with the Vampire murders.

Just…

-A coincidence.
-A rather grim one.

Pionek confessed to all the murders.

Have you read the files?

-I have.
-Then you know that's hard evidence.

Are you looking for a story
at my expense?

You trample over facts
in your chase of a story.

You're creating fake news!

If I were to endlessly analyse
all the new elements

emerging in this investigation,
Pionek would still be at large.

There would've been more victims!
Was I supposed to risk their lives?

Would you have taken on such a burden?

People like Pionek

only stop k*lling

when they're arrested,
put behind bars, or k*lled.

Pionek's in prison.

The killings stopped.
I was not wrong!

Only those who are now trying
to set him free.

-They haven't stopped.
-What…?

The killings haven't stopped!

Someone may have simply
taken a very long break.

I despise the smart alecs who think…

That they're better than everyone else.

It's a quote

from my literary alter ego.

I suggest a bit more work
on the dialogue.

Don't ask me for help again, lad.

What I had to tell you,
I've told you all of it.

Übermensch… f*cking hell…

They turned my cell inside out
because of you.

I had to.

Do you recognise this?

They tore my books to shreds.

Do you know whose ring this is?

If you're showing me this,
it probably belonged to a woman I k*lled.

Do you remember which one?

Did you steal it,
throw it away, sell it?

I don't want to remember.
Respect that, or get lost.

Help yourself!

Another girl's gone missing.

Are you sure?

You don't know who wrote to you?

Who do you care about so much
to keep coming to see me?

Come on, help me out, will you?

I'd like to, but I don't know.

He, on the other hand,
knew quite a lot about me.

How?

He must have read Żymła's book…

He even knew…

In which drawer my mother
kept her knives.

And?

Did he complain about cold chips?

Do you know where Pionek lived?

What a creepy place, eh?

Maybe we should call Kocur?

Yeah, right…

I'm not giving up the story again.
Stay if you want, I'm going!

How brave…!

Get lost!

It used to be council housing…

Now it's abandoned.

No one wants to live
in the Vampire's den, do they?

He lived with his mother in number nine.

-Bastian…!
-It's open, come on!

Hello?

You're pretty.

Vampire by Marian Żymła

How did you find me?

f*cking hell…