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I'm sure it's nothing, mommy.

Don't be afraid, mommy.
We're in Wroclaw.

It is even worse here.

If anything happens,
we'll hide in the basement.

We have to leave.

- Let's run away.
- Mommy.

Mommy, we can't keep running away

each time you hear the wind blowing
or a dog barking.

Let's not say anything now.
We'll listen to what's going on.

It was supposed to be a girl,
innocent, pretty and alone,

and there's a drunken peasant

with children.

The drunkard will get punched

and watch as we fuck his little girls.

Quiet, quiet.

We were joking.

We were joking.

We are just stopping by.

Woman, set the table,
give vodka and snacks.

And you, Kiekilbayev, my dog,

don't frighten the children,
you Kazakh mug.

Pasierbiak deceived us.

There were supposed to be two,
but there's only this awful bitch.

- Where is the second one?
- I don't know.

Quiet, quiet.

That's not necessary.

Come on.

Suck it.

Take it in the mouth.

There's a girl over there.
Pretty as a picture.

Kiekilbayev, keep an eye on them.

And we'll go and see.

She may be in the basement.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Will you undress yourself
or should I help you?

ERINYES
Goddesses of Vengeance

Chapter 10
Sub Terra

MAN IS SOMETHING THAT SHALL BE OVERCOME
Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Have I the pleasure of speaking to
Commissioner Edward Popielski?

Yes, it's me.

Allow me to introduce myself.
Dr. Mieczysław Stefanus.

An assistant and a philosophy and logic
lecturer at Jan Kazimierz University.

Currently a physics teacher

at a high school in Wroclaw.

Do you smoke?

If I understand
this pantomime correctly,

you'd like to know
if anyone can hear us.

Don't be afraid.

The door through which you entered
has an old, wide doorstep

which will betray anyone
who approaches it with its creaking.

And this door leads to
Dr. Paul Scholtz's room.

Before the war
he was the owner of this apartment.

He is German,

doesn't speak Polish.

- That's good.
- Not at all.

There's another door in this room,
which my cousin used to leave,

and you did not ask about it.

Why?

Dear sir. Miss Leokadia
can eavesdrop on us at will.

We know perfectly well that
she won't say a word even on a rack.

We know everything.

Do you think I don't know your methods?

That I have never heard
your "we know everything"?

Get out of here, now.

Will you let me finish?

Or will you rampage every time
you associate something with the SO?

Edward.

I bow to your heroism.

I know how much you have suffered

at the hands of the SO torturer,

Placyd Brzozowski.

Will you sit with us?

I prefer to stay here; it's warmer.

When I said "we know everything",
I meant myself and another person

from the Wroclaw academia.

We operate underground.

We call ourselves

Underground Gymnasium.
Gymnasium Subterraneum.

We run secret lectures
for selected young people.

We teach real history,
not that Soviet version.

A very important part of our program
is philosophy, Greek language.

Very commendable.

Recently

a terrible thing happened.

Before he died,

this young boy confessed that
he had been informing on us to the SO.

And that the other snitch
in our school was Anastasia.

He didn't manage to say more.

We don't have a student by that name.

I assume it is an alias.

We want you to check, Commissioner,

which of our students is a snitch.

To catch the informer,

both schoolgirls had to be subjected
to careful surveillance.

Fryderyka Pasławska lived here
with her older sister Wanda.

Wisdom and beauty were never
an assurance of moral purity.

Is it possible that she is the SO
snitch in the underground gymnasium?

Look what I found.

Stop!

- You scum!
- Get out!

My brother will break your legs.

Give it back!

Give it to me.

This wonderful drug
can get you everything in Wroclaw.

Also the loyalty of a young student.

Me. A declared anti-communist.

I follow a liaison officer
of the Warsaw Uprising.

Don't mind me.

What were you thinking?

That I will allow such a hog
to fuck me for 5 vials?

I won't give you anything.

And your morphinist sister
will die in this lair.

How about that?

There you go.

Do we still have valerian drops, boss?

Why wouldn't we have
valerian drops, Miss Basia?

Look near the sage, you'll find it.

Save your tears, girl

Janina Maksymońko, father Władysław.
Russianist, teacher.

I got diarrhea. The toilet is dirty,
stinks like hell. Come back later.

Famous Graphologist – WINIARSKA
No. 7 Worcella Street

Where are you going?

What the hell is this?

Do you tolerate German here?

Throw this nasty plaque away, now.

Your name.

Horst Gunia.

Horst. And everything is clear.
A German protects Germanness.

What German?

I'm Silesian, a Pole from Ruda.

Then listen to me carefully.

I'm going to Ms. Winiarska,

and when I come back,
this Boche shit has to be gone.

Understood, Horst?

Yes, I understand.

I'm sorry, sir, but it's late.
I am no longer working.

Leave a sample of your handwriting.
We'll meet tomorrow.

Public Security Office.

I'm listening.

Go to the window.

Open it.

Sit on the window sill.

Don't kill me.
I survived the Gulag, Kazakhstan.

I don't want to die now.

Sit there, you snitch.

One move of mine and you will fly.

But you won't die right away.

You'll suffer for a long time.

You will crawl on the concrete.

You'll be dragging your shattered
pelvis and broken spine behind you.

Limping. Speak.

How did you recruit Janina Moksymońko
to work with you?

She came to me.

She found an ad in the newspaper
and offered cooperation.

Joasia needs money, her father drinks.

So you recruited her
for the SO money, right?

What SO?

I paid myself.

Joasia is a good girl. A hard worker.
She stamped flyers for me.

Don't tell me stories.

You look like the SO.

But you are different from them.

They call me "Mrs".

Allow me to introduce.
Dr. Henryk Murawski,

my colleague and the other educator
at the Subterraneum.

Formerly a professor

of Polish literature
at the Długosz Gymnasium in Lviv.

Currently, like me, a teacher
at a high school in Wroclaw.

My pleasure, Mr. Popielski.

Two female students were the suspects.
Fryderyka and Janina.

Miss Fryderyka has a sister,
a morphine addict,

who needs the drug like air.

This addiction could be
a bait used by the SO.

But this hypothesis
turned out to be false.

One remark.

We have three girls in the group,
not two as you said.

Teresa Bandrowska has been ill since
November 1, and does not go to school.

Please continue.

Miss Janina has an alcoholic father,
but we know this well.

She stamps advertising flyers for
grafologist Winiarska to make a living.

I went to see Ms. Winiarska last night.

But this lead
also turned out to be false.

Enough of past events,
now for the future ones,

unless you have any questions.

The plan is as follows.

I'll check Miss Teresa out.

And I will intensify surveillance
of her two female colleagues.

I will also meet
with a trusted militiaman

so that he checks them thoroughly.

Of course,
I have to lure him with money.

He recently started his second family
and has young children to support.

Spend it well.
There won't be any more of it.

Thank you.

Look, what a bald head.

Handsome like a prosecutor.

If you want to make whoopee,
we can do it straight away.

It costs three hundreds.

I'm looking for Mrs. Bandrowska
and her daughter Teresa.

Is this Ziembicka 39?

I don't know anything.

Well, wait a minute.

Come outside.

Wait.

Tell me first where Bandrowska
and her daughter live.

If you are nice and tell me everything,
you will get money for vodka.

Across the street.

Do they live alone?

Whores. Nothing more.

Russkies visit them.
Do you understand?

Mother and daughter.
Isn't it the end of the world, mister?

When was the last time
anyone visited them?

On All Saints' Day.

Russians?

Good morning.

I'm looking for Teresa
of the Subterraneum.

Please go away.

My daughter doesn't and won't go
to any middle school.

Please leave.

We won't talk to anyone.

You sons of bitches!

Say what the Soviets
did to those women!

Leave me.

Józek.

Show him what Russians did to them.

Mr. Kocowski.

I will give you a chance
to make up for your past sins.

I am a militiaman, what can I do.

I have little children, a young wife

who requires certain benefits.

All of our people are gone.

Katyń, Siberia, camps.

We are left alone.

We have to keep
what's left of our decency.

Can I trust you?

What do you want from me?

I'm not good at anything else
but investigating and interrogating.

What?

Tripe stew is not the same
as at Krebs' on Łyczakowska, huh?

It's OK.

What is your request?

I need to know if certain two people,
young girls, are agents of the SO.

Mister.

I can lose my head for checking this.

A high pay is involved.

Enough for two tons of coal

and something nice
for the wife for Christmas.

One more ton of coal
and two kilos of dessert butter.

The names of these girls.

He woke up.

Baldy.

You so-and-so.

Don't raise your head,
or you'll faint again.

Ignacy?

Ignacy Bombach, is that you?

Nobody else.

My belly grew bigger in Wroclaw;
you couldn't recognize me.

I'm practically a civilian now.

We'll drink vodka together some day.

Recall the old times in the forest.

Now tell me, Baldy.
How can I help you?

What are you doing here?
How did you find me?

Leoś, why don't you go downstairs
and see what's going on?

Speak, old friend.
What do you want from Ignac?

Unless it's a secret.

I'll respect that.

We will go to my bunker.

Only nice guys and girls.

You'll understand everything
in a moment.

Where is your chic, Baldy?
The whole Lviv was singing about it.

Well, war is no fashion parade.

But the war has finished.

See for yourself how fashionable
everyone is here.

Come on, let's go.

Your friend
is a frequent guest of mine.

Recently he has gotten into
a little debt. Well, not little.

Don't worry, Baldy.

Kocowski always keeps his word.

If he promised you information, he will
deliver it. He is a man of honor.

When he loses, he even gives up
his own wife.

He has lost a lot lately.

In addition to your money, his wife
needs to pay his debt for two days.

Do you want to see?

Mrs. Jadwiga Kocowska?

Then watch.

Indeed, he keeps his word.
He has his honor.

Oh, yes.

Kocowski is a very sensitive gentleman.

He will lose his wife without a blink.

But he sends money through the singer.

He says his heart would stop
if he saw his Jadzia here.

Sooner or later
we'll find a place at the hospital.

You just have to endure
until the end of the year.

No one will admit you now,
not even for a bribe. I tried.

But from the new year
it will be better.

You just have to hang in, OK?

Lodzia.

I've checked all hospitals.
No one wants to admit her.

I came to see
Mrs. Leokadia a few days ago.

You weren't home.

The tiled stove was cold.

She said you went out to buy lemons.

You were gone for several hours.

It can't happen again.

We inform you that
citizen Pasławska Fryderyka

is not listed in the register
of the local SO.

At the same time,
we order the Citizens' Militia

to exclude citizen Maksymońko Janina
from all investigations and inquiries.

What does this mean?

It means that this girl is either
an agent of the Security Office,

and this way they are politely
telling us to fuck off.

Or she or someone connected to her

is now under a very important
investigation by the Security Office.

Mrs. Winiarska has moved out.

She told me to give you this.

You have brought
such a humiliation on me

that I didn't experience
even during the war.

I wish that you also know
the taste of such indignity.

Please, tell me where she moved to.

Hey, pretty girl, where did you find
such a beautiful pebble?

In this darkest hour of despair,

in this terrible desperation,

a man can question everything.

Even the love of Christ.

Where was God--

--many of you may ask--

when this innocent child
was cruelly murdered?

How could he allow this to happen?

In his omnipotence,

in his love.

I will answer this question for you.

He was tortured with this child.

He suffered along with him.

Just as he is crying now

together with his father and all of us.

Although the father is now--

painfully aware
of his unnecessary existence,

morning shall come.

The time will come--

Time for revenge.

The time for revenge will come.

You are wrong, son.
Vengeance is not yours.

Vengeance.

Revenge. Kill the Bolshevik plague.

Vengeance is mine,

the Lord says
through Isaiah the Prophet.

Poor girl.

The Red Army will avenge you.

And I swear

that the bodies of your tormentors
will hang above your grave.

Vengeance is not his nor God's.

I am the revenge.

Do you know the punishment
for such primitive superstition

as you have just shown?

Because of these rapes and murders,

we are sitting
on a barrel of gunpowder.

One spark and the barrel will explode.

Do you want to have
comrades from the NKVD here?

With silly gestures, kneeling

and making the sign of the cross,
I calmed the Poles down for a while.

Couldn't they be pacified forever?

We have to catch
a Russian, a Kazakh, and a Georgian

who rape and kill.

Really fast.

Otherwise the next rape will be
the spark that falls on gunpowder.

You have to catch these rats!

And force them to confess.

With fire, water, tar. Whatever.

It doesn't matter. Do that.

And then they will be swinging
from the gallows.

That's what you pledged at the end--

The bodies of your tormentors
will hang above your grave.

It's like poetry.

I am going to keep my word.

for Gosia

THE SERIES IS AN ADAPTATION
OF MAREK KRAJEWSKI'S BOOKS:

Erinyes, Charon's Numbers, The Rivers
of Hades, In the Depths of Darkness

Subtitled by:
Izabela Tereszczuk-Prusakowska