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Krystian is making progress.

Excuse me.

Keller!

Keller!

Keller!

What did he do?

I always liked math.
Gardy�ski is an old friend.

- Has he always been that dumb?
- Hey!

What happened?

He failed me, but my result was correct.

Why would he?

Because he wants me to do it his way
and not the way you taught me.

You'll get your ass kicked many times.

For choosing different ways than others.

I won't be grounded?

You will. And you'll pay
for the repairs with your allowance.

I don't get allowance.

Future allowance then.

Where did you learn that?

At home.

My husband liked this kind of fun.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Have you seen this?

It was my father's.

He may have taken it from some mobster.

No. It's his handwriting.

Your father always liked riddles.

- Can you make sense of it?
- No. Doesn't ring a bell.

I'll figure it out.

For now, it stays with me.

- But I still need to work on it.
- No.

Ouch!

You've pulled enough stunts.

Focus on your dad's funeral.

- But.
- Fish!

What?

I don't want any more trouble for you.

Besides, this time my ass
is on the line too.

I vouched for you.

Hi!

You forgot.

- I'm sorry.
- It's fine. I bought some food.

- I love you.
- I'll just grab some beers.

We can watch something.

Or tell me about the dates
with the Prince.

There are no dates with the Prince.

- We just work a case together.
- Yeah, right.

- What?
- With good effort, you get a guy

and a promotion, right?

- Go ahead and get him yourself.
- If you let me.

See if I care.

What's wrong?

My old man's funeral is in two days.

Will you be there?

Sure I will.

- And you promise me.
- What?

That you'll eat.

I will.

- That you'll go to sleep.
- I will.

- You'll call me if you need to talk.
- Fine.

Thank you.

You'll thank me when you eat.

There.

- Yum.
- I know.

Have fun.

- It's just one beer.
- Right. As usual.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Professor, may I have a word?

You taught me in primary school.

I once keyed your car.

- Keller.
- Yes.

Keller.

The day you graduated was a celebration.

I wanted to talk about my dad.

I'm sorry

about his death.

- Funeral's tomorrow.
- I'll be there.

I hope you forgave me,
because I need your help.

Come on.

- Really?
- Yes.

It took some time, because your father is�

Was resourceful.

I once taught him

a substitution cipher where the letter "A"
stands for the number 1.

And "�" is 32.

In the Polish alphabet.

- That cipher doesn't fit here.
- Well�

He made it a bit more complicated.

How?

Once he joked
about an article in the penal code

that allows using

punishment on students.

It justifies it. Article 51.
That's what he used as the code.

The numbers are
geographical coordinates and hours.

The letters are names
of countries and Polish cities.

Some words don't ring a bell. "Sirens".

- "Bahamas".
- May I?

And then it's�

Women's names.

Did I help?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

The starting time is not a suggestion.

I'm sorry.

You keep treading water.

Arresting people as you go.
The fuck is that?

- Following leads, boss.
- Leads?

Then maybe start following
the right ones, huh?

Okay, the guy who withdrew
the victim's money from an ATM?

We don't know his identity.

The recording just shows someone
putting gum on the camera.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

All right.

- The victim's brother?
- Still a suspect.

Is he?

Doesn't he have an alibi?

He showed a receipt from a gas station
where he was at the time of the murder.

Did you check it?

We can't prove he was there.
The station's cameras are dead.

- Did you push him?
- He stands by his statement.

He won't say anything.

For fuck's sake, do I need to
take you by the hand?

Anyone else with brilliant ideas?
Pielgrzym?

If you get just a little more upset,
we'll find the killer really soon.

The second shift
doesn't remember anything.

What now?

- I don't know.
- Here you go.

If we don't deliver fast,
we'll end up community policing.

Will you tell me where you got that?

Three thugs attacked me on a bus.

Didn't you mention a hooligan fight?

Did I say that?

The little ones are the worst.

What?

Dogs.

The smaller the meaner.

I know how to check
Janczak's brother's alibi.

I have four more from this time.

There he is.

- So he was at the gas station.
- That's the guy?

The one in the flowery shirt.

Okay, play it.

Now stop. Did he call a mechanic?

I'm not that close with my mechanic.

- I'd go for the Thor type.
- Just don't.

Janczak couldn't have killed his brother.

We need to vet his lover.

Maybe he withdrew the money.

What happened to you?

I've got eczema.

- I spoke to Ja�czak's lover.
- Janczak.

- Ja�czak.
- It's Janczak.

- With an "N".
- Right, I spoke to him, it turns out

that he is indeed a mechanic,
works on classic cars.

- Get to the point.
- He has an alibi.

Do the bank staff remember anything?

Since when do we answer to her?

- No one remembers anything.
- Didn't hurt, did it?

- I'll make you happy.
- Go on.

I checked phone locations in the area
when the money was withdrawn.

A lot were caused by some pilgrimage.

Whose phone was it?

- From our friends?
- Yeah.

Cybulski's.

Nice one!

We fucking had him in holding
and let him go.

I hate thugs.

No wonder, after that bus trauma.

- What line was it?
- Are you questioning me?

Just curious.

- It was a fucking poodle. Happy now?
- Yes!

Just bloody zip it.
There's no proof and I'll deny it.

Fuck!

Backup needed.
A suspect in a dark blue Golf.

Whiskey Echo 11901.

Right.

Fuck. My phone's all grimy.

- Lovely neighborhood.
- Right. Which number was it?

102. Here.

Check over there.

Clear. Got anything?

He's gone for good.

The girl too.

Think they ran off together?

Fuck off or I'll report you.

- Don't think so.
- What do you want?

Where's Jagoda?

What did you do to her?

I didn't lay a fucking finger on her.

She went in, locked the door,
and won't come out.

We'll only be a minute.

I don't know where the fuck he is!

Bullshit.

What happened between the two of you?

Hey.

I wanted�

I wanted to go with him.

- He told me to fuck off.
- Go where?

I don't know!

- Did he say he killed Janczak?
- He didn't do anything!

I've spoken to the prosecutor
about acting in self-defense.

He's not convinced and is considering
a different legal classification.

- Meaning?
- Acting in severe distress,

caused by extreme circumstances.

To put it shortly, a crime of passion.

Hang in here, be on your
best behavior and you'll be fine.

Unfortunately you are not allowed
to attend your husband's funeral.

That's a shame.

Grzesiek took me under his wing�

when I was still a total greenhorn.

He was an old-school cop.

With his own rulebook.

With no mercy�

for an overeager newbie like me.

I'm sure some colleagues would agree that

Grzesiek

never went easy on anyone.

But from a mentor,

he became my friend.

I have no words to express
how much I owe him.

They don't make cops like him anymore.

Mom should be here.

Stop it.

Not letting her come is just disgusting.

She'd get lynched here.

She's not safe in jail, either.

- Your lawyer said he saw bruises.
- Hush.

- Why hush?
- We'll talk later.

Stop it.

Shall we drive them to my parents?

- They manage, they can go with us.
- Well, I think that the wake--

Your son wasn't killed by a woman.

- No?
- I had a vision.

I saw a strong, athletic man.

Please stop.
Your visions are pure nonsense.

There are two types of people.

- You think that too?
- Think what?

That my mother murdered my father.

I don't know. I refuse to speculate.

People are not one-dimensional.

Everyone has character flaws.
It's a human thing�

to have doubts.

Getting philosophical.

- I didn't know that side of you.
- See?

Who are your parents?

Classic underclass.

My mother was a drunk,
Father liked to kick my ass.

��d� at its finest.

But I turned out all right.

Can't you drive like a normal person?

I am.

- That's just the soil.
- Look, there's Tomek's friend.

Hey.

Are you deaf? Stop.

What is it?

- When did you last see Cybulski?
- Not your fucking business.

- Where is he?
- Fuck, I haven't seen him.

Fuck me.

Want to spend 48 hours in holding?

All right, let me go.

He was here last night, paid me back.

- Asked for a fake ID.
- Why?

- Going on vacation? I don't care.
- So he's still around.

Have a good day.

Fucking hell.

The guys are surveilling the terminal.

But I don't think
Cybulski will show his face.

But Janczak's lover and his brother
are already out.

I will almost miss them.

Playing cryptologist?

You overestimate them.

They can't remember a PIN code,
not to mention a cipher.

It's not about our case.

And that cipher was decoded
by a man whose car I once keyed.

So that's your standard behavior?

- What?
- Auto-destruction.

I'll accept food as payment
for destroying my mirror.

What are you talking about?

Keller.

- An iced water.
- Best I can do is warm.

Seriously? Shove it.

Fix that bloody fridge.

My dad worked on a human trafficking case.

Why else would he use women's names?

Was that

- his last case?
- No, it's not in the files.

He must have done it after retiring.

I'm thinking
there's drug runners involved.

The geographic coordinates
and addresses in the notebook

match one of the drug traffic routes.

Wait, what drugs?

He found the route when he was a cop.
But the drugs are a dead end.

The crew is gone, the boss
had a stroke or whatever. Fuck them.

- Anyway�
- No, wait a second.

I'm as sharp as they come.
You lost me on that last bit.

My dad was killed by human traffickers.

Maybe they threatened him. Mother too.

To kill her daughters or granddaughters.
What?

Do you have proof?

I do.

Some names occur
in the files and the notebook.

Some places, clubs.

Bahamas doesn't exist,
they're building a shop or whatever.

But Sirens?

No idea. No place by that name.

Because it's not the official name.

- For what?
- There's this inn on the expressway.

They serve awesome jellied fish
and regulars call them "sirens",

but how does that connect to a murder?

Are you coming?

You are.

I guess the party's over.

- May I ask what you're doing?
- Let's go inside.

You want to break in?

If our boss finds out,
he'll kick our asses.

And then suspend us.

It would be your second time this week.

You agreed to come here
and you're nagging?

Keller-- What the fuck?

Let's just check it out.

Looks pretty clean.

Sterile even.

There's nothing here, let's split.

In here?

I found a SIM card under the counter.

Nothing else?

No, but this might be connected to
my father's case.

Okay, I'll take it.
One of the techs owes me.

I need to talk to my mom.

Whatever you say, let's just leave.

Look, we're being followed.

You're being paranoid.

Impressive.

You're like those movie loonies
who gather photos, sticky notes,

receipts found in the trash

and connect it with red thread
and say that it's all connected.

But I'm right.

They all say that.

The inn must have been their storage.

They were later moved.
I'll take another look.

- Keller.
- I'll just find more hubs.

What if one of
the traffickers is the killer?

Isn't that rather far-fetched?

No.

Give this to someone higher up.

- What?
- This intel.

- You're too close to the case.
- What would you do?

We could lose our jobs.

I'm not giving up.

What about our murder case?

We let this asshole Cybulski get away.

Not my fault.

I told you that if you kept digging,
they'll have your badge.

I vouched for you.

I found an abandoned inn.

Something was going on there.

It has to do with human trafficking.

Do you have any evidence?

- Well, it's clean and empty, but--
- That doesn't mean a thing.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Everything by that expressway
is long dead.

- I didn't mention the expressway.
- I can read too.

I also found it in the notebook.

I'll be right there.

- If you don't stop sniffing--
- Then what?

I'll report you myself.

Jagoda
Can we talk?

You're all right for a cop.

There's more of us.

Nobody reacted when my dad
beat the shit out of my mom.

Or when he climbed into my bed.

You have to report it.

No. I have to get out of here.

To Brighton, for example.

But I need money for a ticket.

Why Brighton?

I like the name.

I want a bright life.

I've had enough of this dark shit.

Why did you want to meet?

- I know where Tomek might be.
- Where?

Tell me.

Fuck me.

Call an ambulance.

He's still warm.

Are you fucking stupid?

We let him go.

Looks like a confession to me.

My mom used to cut herself.

Until she finally died,
the brainless junkie.

The cops didn't buy the suicide
and pinned it on me.

Fuck.

I asked around about you.

I know you killed your husband.

A cop.

- I'm taking you under my wing.
- Why?

Because if they found you like this
in my cell, I'd be fucked.

And how does this work?

You're my bitch now.

I'll get you some painkillers.

I'm not in pain.

For the first time in 13 months,
I am not hurting.

Keller, wait!

A tech brought it. For you.

Is that from Janczak's case?

I'm not in the mood. What's on there?

All right. The card's empty.

But there was a fingerprint.

Is it in our base?

Yes. He's Vietnamese.

Has a record for theft.
He's a citizen now.

Runs a minivan rental company.

What's the connection with Janczak?

- Huh?
- See you.

MINIVAN RENTALS

- Chill out, Keller.
- What are you doing here?

Stalowy said you were looking for trouble.

I didn't ask to come,
because you'd say no.

That's right.

I'm calling for backup.

Wait.

Police!

Stop! On your knees!

Down!

- Hands!
- Down! Down!

- Hands up!
- Grab him.

I'm going back in!

Let her go.

Let her go!

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

Fucking hell.

Remember him?

Focus.

What fucking boss?

Boss is dead.

What the fuck are you doing?

1ST PLACE

That was my last medal.

Right before the accident.

Look.

I gave one to my father.

So?

That trafficker called him "boss".

I need to talk to my mom.

I might know someone who can help.

Keller, come with me.

Mom? Hello?

Karolka, darling.

- How are you?
- Stop.

I'm fine. Don't worry.

I know you didn't do it.

You have two minutes.

Did you know that Dad�

might have been involved
in human trafficking?

Mom.

I promise you everything will be fine.
I'll get you out.

But you have to tell me what you know.

Leave that be.

No. Wait. Mom.

- If you'd agree to visitation�
- Don't ask.

- But�
- Stop digging.

Just leave it.

Please.

For all our sakes.

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