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These tyres here

they're hard-earned! Earned through hard gypsy work.

All right, how much do I owe?

We've got this kind of rascal that we know.

He wants his sentence reduced.

Forget it.

Even if it was about an escape?

Thanks to my providence, which you are so fond of laughing at,

I discovered an escape attempt of Zeljko Cubric

and helped you identify a corpse.

Have the excavation site properly secured.

You can pick up your winnings from my lawyer.

Tell Kunesh that I apologise

I guess I was overdoing it with the whole Zeljko thing.

Let go, you shit!

Asta, hold, hold, hold him!

Let go! Lie down!

Prison Hospital, Block E Maximum Security Prison, Ostrov - Vykmanov

Cubric's escape attempt is still being investigated.

So far we don't know how he got the uniform.

We don't know how he got the explosives.

We don't even know how he managed to get into

the former adit through the excavation.

Of course I am prepared to bear full responsibility.

Right now he'll probably play it cool for a bit,

but I certainly wouldn't underestimate him.

A hospital is not a jail.

I'll make sure the proper care is taken.

Commander...

you forget to pay your cable bill?

So you come to watch me instead.

You should leave.

He's not doing well.

Do you even know what kind of man this is?

Keep an eye on him.

We'll be glad if we can handle the infection that got into his face.

If not, it'll be bad.

How bad?

He'll die.

Let's see.

Good.

Zabljac canyon Montenegro

Vuk, say it in Czech.

It is too cheap?

It is too cheap.

- It is too cheap. - Great!

"To je takode skupo."

It is too expensive?

It is too expensive.

It is too expensive.

It's no fun!

Vuk.

If I had a pistol, I would've gone hunting.

Vuk, let's continue.

Our share is small. It must be 50 percent.

50 percent is a good share.

Vuk, you're supposed to translate it though.

Dad!

Run! Run!

How's he doing?

Good!

He is Smart.

But the sentences are too much for him.

They're more for adults.

For adults?

All business.

You know what we say?

A man without money is like a wolf without teeth.

Hello?

How are you, brother?

Where you at, Zeljko?

I thought you were dead man.

It may not be long.

Bro

I need a priest.

THE FURY

Season 2 Episode 11

Kunesh, can you hear me?

Yeah, of course, I'm listening.

Kunesh, he didn't come in to work this morning.

Yeah, so?

Well... Kunesh...

Yes, I'm listening.

The traffic cops were just here

saying they took his papers last night.

But his car is parked on the other side of the river.

It's really strange, we have to find him,

I'm awfully afraid something's happened to him.

Cepickova, I don't have time for stupid crap right now

we're on our way to a case.

But this has never happened to him before.

Addiction Treatment Clinic Adolfov Psychiatric Hospital

What's going on?

Speak, then I'll have to start the search myself.

Yeah, sure.

And get half the country involved. Kunesh!

Take care of the employees.

Yeah?

Crime Unit, Lieutenant Lupanek.

Doctor Jeronymek.

You were the one who found the body?

No, no, no, I just called it in.

Our assistant found the body Ms Jirinka.

Cepickova, no body, no case.

So call me once you find his corpse.

Kunesh, don't joke about that!

I'm not joking. Corpses always have priority.

Well, doctor,

probably not a case of drowning here, eh?

We have several stab and slash wounds on the neck and chest

and above all an open skull fracture.

A wound certainly incompatible with life.

The local head physician,

Doctor Lukas Martina candidate of sciences, docent.

If you ask me, it was one of these freaks that did it.

Does it strike you as strange that a psychiatrist

a man who has spent practically his life dealing with mental illnesses

ends up dying from a blow to the head?

Why do you think so, doctor?

After all they call psychiatrists �brainpickers�.

The wounds are kind of atypical like from a lawnmower or something.

As of right now I don't think anything until...

After the autopsy, I know. Can I turn him over?

Sure!

It was raining and under the body it's dry.

Find out when it started raining.

I know that precisely. Sometime in the evening.

The maintenance guy told me while leaning the terrace's chairs.

Except we need to know exactly, you toad.

Because the murder took place before it started to rain.

Listen, give this to the lads to see if they can try to open it.

Okay.

Let me see that telephone.

Here.

I could maybe try it myself, couldn't I?

I only knew the head physician professionally.

He came here six months ago from Prague.

Apparently he came to some agreement with the hospital

and they tucked him away here.

What happened?

An improper diagnosis.

But as I say, I didn't know him at all.

The head physician was naturally a very diligent man.

He spent lots of time here. He even lived here.

Does it occur to you who would've wanted to kill him?

No.

Aside from our clients.

That's fairly normal.

Otherwise no.

How do you mean, �normal�?

Major Kunesh - Doctor Jeronymek, deputy head physician.

Well, what I mean is that during withdrawal, death threats are common.

Just yesterday we had a case like that.

One of the clients had a similar outbreak and...

Someone got a bone to pick with you?

Ah, well, vandalism is essentially the arbitrary destruction

of foreign property for which the perpetrator has no reason.

We'll need the patients' medical records, okay?

Certainly.

What security do you have in place here?

Well, entry to the administrative section

that's either with a card or through a buzzer.

But the park here is freely accessible from the street.

Anyone can come here.

Any bars?

Just in the bed ward.

The majority of clients are here voluntarily.

You know, gentlemen, we're a hospital, not a jail.

Find anything out yet?

Not yet, I'm waiting.

The patients and support staff are in the other building, come with me.

Men, I understand that there's a murder at play here.

But you'll need to get some official permission.

Because there's lots of sensitive data right,

and we can't have just anyone poking around in it.

It looks like somebody already has been.

How long has this been pried open?

How should I know?

I don't go into the head physician's office.

- Don't touch, the fingerprints. - Sorry.

What was in there?

- How would I know. - Doctor...

Jirinka, not now, it's a highly inappropriate moment.

In five minutes the group therapy is supposed to start

and one of the clients is missing. Petr Siska.

Siska?

Born '85. This him?

Now tell me that was the one who threatened the head doctor.

Yes, Petr Siska, his nickname is Dirtbag

He said he'd kill him in a moment of passion, but...

Who is he?

Small, troubled, wild.

Your typical meth-head.

So far he'd only taken out his aggression on the street furniture.

He's here because he broke a trolleybus stop

with a cobble stone, see the vandalism on my car.

Should I cancel the group?

Yes.

No. We need to interrogate them.

How did he escape?

From the other building.

Your colleague is gathering evidence there.

This way, gentlemen.

I'm sick of this already!

This way.

Come on in.

I'll make room for you.

The lock is broken and he climbed out of this window.

I don't know.

Could he have squeezed through there?

How big is he?

Dirtbag's a shrimp, a bit smaller than you.

I mean, no offence.

Here. Hey!

It's not that hard.

Is there a Mr Kodes here?

Kunesh! What is it?

Some woman is looking for you, says it's a matter of life and death.

You, Cepickova? I told you I didn't have time.

Kunesh, it's serious.

I found Rohan's car and blood by it. Lots of blood.

Can we?

When was the last time you saw him?

Last night. I happened to be at his place, he needed something scanned.

Something on an old case

Listen, we all know you two are sleeping together, alright?

It's pretty naive to think you could hide

a relationship like that in a building full of cops.

So let's cut to the chase, okay?

Yes. So last night he didn't come home.

It's true we had a bit of a tiff at work...

- Over what? - Well...

I asked him if he thought that

it would be silly to have like a baby at our age.

Even an adopted one.

Right. What did he say?

Well, nothing, he left.

And then he called in the evening saying

that he was going to be done with Zeljko definitively or something.

And he sounded pretty fatigued.

Fatigued, like �fatigued�?

Yes, exactly. Sorry.

- Look out! - It's fine.

We'll switch spots up there.

Where?

On the other side of this intersection. Careful!

- Why, there's a roundabout here! - Yeah of course. Drive.

Kunesh!

Kunesh, I'm really afraid!

Calm down.

And look, yeah.

Over there in front of the car, yeah, there's blood there.

If the bottle wasn't empty I'd start to get worried.

Listen, stop being hysterical.

Go back to the office and call around all the local police departments.

Drunk tank, hospital, okay?

In the meantime I'll go.

What pub did he go to?

I, I don't know.

He didn't go to the pub.

He usually only drank at work and at home.

Right. A complete teetotaller.

Do you have a picture of him?

Yes.

Here.

Wow!

What have we here?

Are you from the police too?

I'm not from Public Health.

I'm just interested in whether someone

could have borrowed some kind of weapon from here overnight.

Say a cleaver like this or a knife.

Not hardly, we lock up at night.

Sure, but even so, say if someone...

Come on then, we're locking up, okay?

Dirtbag's a complete loser.

No one can stand him here.

When he goes off, it's a sight to see.

He's a psycho.

Why did he threaten the head doctor?

He was making fun of him.

Over sex on drugs.

Like he'd probably never had a girl and always just jerks off.

Sex, like when you're on meth

it's much more intense!

No doubt about that.

Is it?

And when was the last time you had sex?

What?

I'm asking when the last time was

you had this highly intense sex on methamphetamine.

I mean with a partner, I do not mean masturbation.

You dick, who do you think you are?

All right, calm down, Let's sit down

You sit down.

I'll kill you.

Then I'll kill myself and all... I'll kill all of you!

I'll kill all of you! Shit!

That's enough.

Calm down or this won't turn out well.

Are you alright?

Yes, I am.

Better clean it up before it spreads all over the hallway.

Or not.

You clean it up.

Dirtbag.

Calm, calm, deep breaths.

I'll kill you.

And do you know where he might be?

Holed up somewhere.

He's paranoid.

He's just afraid because once he brought some shit here

and dealt it and a few people got sick from it.

Shit is what?

- Hashish? - No, meth.

Crank.

Except it was complete shit, nothing but acetone.

The most pissed off were Ciko and Gvera.

So they were trafficking together a bit here.

He blabbed something?

Who?

Dirtbag.

What would he have blabbed?

He's a murder suspect.

We don't care what kind of deals you had together.

We just need to know where he is.

We might know where he is,

but we ran out of cigarettes.

Are you shitting me?

You know what all we could do with you?

Like...

maybe lock us up somewhere?

Yeah...

Jesus, go get them the cigarettes.

The closest shop, gentlemen?

At the petrol station.

Of course.

Stress has enormous negative mental...

and emotional consequences.

It can block the cervical vertebrae like nothing else.

The American Medical Association

claims that stress is the cause of over 60%

of all types of human illnesses.

Stress apparently even aspires to be

the number one cause of all deaths globally.

But you don't need to worry about that.

As I am here to rid you of stress.

So relax.

Take a deep breath.

Exhale and together we rid ourselves of that stress

that tension, that strain.

So inhale,

excellent, and exhale.

And finally we begin to be free,

everything falls from us suddenly

Do not disturb, please!

I said do not disturb!

Doctor, you forgot about the group therapy.

You're to come immediately.

Jirina, out.

Get out, please!

You see

I talk about stress and it's already here.

Don't worry though, I'll help you with it.

And when?

Another time.

You absolutely do not respect any agreement.

No, you do not!

We said clearly...

Say hi from me!

We set out clearly who watches them when!

Oh, we did say it!

But... and oh, so you didn't say anything, huh?

Well, then I, well next time I'm going to have to record it.

Don't drag the kids into it at all, okay?

Lucie, you are such a...

Sorry, that was my wife.

She's ripe for the loony bin.

Loony bin?

- I meant it in general. - No, that's fine.

And you and your wife are having some problems?

Well, problems.

She's out of her mind.

We can't even agree whether it's Tuesday or Wednesday anymore.

Here on the premises I also have my own private practice,

so come by if you'd like.

The sooner the better.

I can't promise anything, but sometimes it helps.

Quite often.

So this Dirtbag has a cousin.

His name is Milan Pokorny.

But he has people call him Jon Snow.

Good one, isn't it?

I don't get it.

Game of Thrones - Jon Snow.

Snow - cocaine

Whatever. Snow's a cook, but he only cooks meth.

I think it would've been better if he was named

Milan Meth.

What'd she want?

- Who? - Lucie.

Nothing.

Fine.

So we know Dirtbag's with him

and we know where Snow has his cookhouse in a former heat plant.

Well, let's go get him ourselves then.

Hold on, it's basically a raid, isn't it?

Someone should approve it.

Yeah and who?

Rohan is God knows where and Kunesh is looking for him for a change.

We're going ourselves.

I've got a good memory for faces.

So he was here?

We've never seen him before, unlike you.

You were here with that gashed up friend.

Say that she's a slut.

Excuse me?

Come on, say that she's a slut!

Oh, that!

Oh yeah...

Alright, thanks.

Hold on!

You still owe me three hundred.

You said you'd bring it next time.

Well here's two hundred

fifty...

sixty, eighty...

ninety, one...

Alright, keep that as a tip.

Thanks.

Take care, bye.

Bye!

Former Heat Plant Usti nad Labem

Shit, I think...

I switched the direction or something.

Hey, careful of that!

Outta my way!

All good. Gimme that!

Give it to me, I'm in, come on!

This must be it.

So?

How is it?

Fourteen. Sanitary.

Good.

Good, damn!

Good.

It's really damn good!

Fourteen... As the period is called...

During the day, sunny and warm weather

with cool nights and very frequent morning fog,

which occurs in the middle of the autumn.

The sole natural enemy...

...the meadow buttercup...

Holy shit, holy shit!

Holy shit! I've got delusions, man!

Shit, I'm seeing UFOs again, man!

I've got honest-to-God hallucinations, man!

You checked yourself out, did you?!

You led those motherfuckers here!

- And here they are. - Fuck.

A mouse!

Lupanek, go first.

How bad can it be?

Look out!

What is it?

A barricade!

There's no barricade!

Nothing will stop them! Man, nothing will stop them!

They're from another galaxy!

Stop them, stop them.

The traps will stop them!

I think we're going the right way.

The ventilation leads that way.

Careful!

Shit, what's that supposed to be?

Some attempt at a smoke bomb.

Police, open up, we know you're in there!

Police! Open up!

The traps!

What traps?

The fans are blowing the other way, aren't they?

Yeah, so?

Well, so...

Where are you going?

Careful! We'll see how long they last.

Fuck!

The direction's switched!

What is it, man?

Come on boys, come on. We'll go outside.

Let's go, let's go.

You... you reme...

Come on, come on. Let's go, let's go. Are they there?

Ah, ah, ah, shit! Ah!

Ah, ah, ah, shit! Ah!

The traps!

Slepychkova! Slepychkova! Ah!

What is it?

Light.

It doesn't look good, does it?

It looks like they'll have to amputate.

Mary Mother of God!

You can just call me Jana.

Thanks.

I think there's not much chance of an interrogation today.

Those two are high as kites.

Then take them straight to detox.

Why me?

Because I'm going to have to disinfect this for him.

Get in the car.

That fat one, he's their mother!

Yeah, yeah mother.

What'd they take? Methamphetamine?

In all probability.

But they were the ones who cooked it - homemade.

Hard to say what they actually baked up.

The tunnel of light steals pupils!

Doctor, you have anything to sober them up?

I need to interrogate them as soon as possible.

No, that's not how it works.

You'll get him in the morning.

All right then.

Thanks.

Good night!

Let me go!

Dammit! Bastards.

I've got an important case.

This is obstruction of justice!

Hey!

Well!

What is it, Macha?

Nothing much.

I'm just interested how

the �Rohan in danger� case is developing.

That's a really dumb question.

Oh, just that he's lying in the drunk tank tied up in a straitjacket.

So bring him in.

Right.

Don't bother thanking me

Fuck! I'm in no mood.

Macha!

So, chief of police, you say?

We're only human, doctor.

I could tell you stories of who all we've had in here.

Doctor...

I'm no drunk.

I drink only...

recreationally,

and I really, really have it...

under control.

As I said, we're only human!

Chief! Are you alright?

Yes, everything is perfectly alright.

We just had a bit of recreation, didn't we?

You need a hand, Macha?

I think we can manage. Can't we, Johnny?

Kunesh, life is good.

Life is good.

You want to blow on it?

Oh, thank you.

- Does it hurt? - Yeah.

I'll manage.

Come on, chief.

Thanks, Macha, we can manage ourselves now, okay?

Good night!

Good night!

He's completely wasted again.

You should go see a doctor.

It's really disgusting.

I can't.

Lucie and I have a therapy appointment tomorrow.

Maintaining family relations, eh?

That's nice.

Time to sleep, girls.

Chop chop! Into bed, chop chop!

I'm already in bed!

Well aren't you a clever little thing!

Somehow it's getting out of our control, brother.

UFO.

It's an organised curse!

There.

Interrogation number one of detainee Dirtbag.

Interrogation to be conducted by Lieutenant Macha

and First Lieutenant Slepychkova.

Good morning, Kunesh!

Did you read the report?

They distinguished themselves with that cookhouse.

You're not going to be part of the interrogation?

No, it's their case. I'm on the sidelines.

How's that?

Because I've been looking for a drunken lieutenant colonel.

Kunesh...

So it's clear to you what you're being charged with?

Yes!

But the whole thing, it was Snow's idea.

I just wanted to get high,

he wouldn't give it to me if I didn't do.

So I just did it. What is it?

I only did it for the dose.

We're investigating a murder here.

A murder?

What murder?

Snow killed somebody, I have nothing to do with that.

Nothing, no, no.

So what are you confessing to?

The pharmacy!

What pharmacy?

The, the, the pharmacy!

What pharmacy?

You don't know anything?

What pharmacy!? What are you confessing to?

Well to nothing.

Just I helped snow out with some...

some chemicals,

but only for my own consumption!

Well it looks like the success has hit a snag.

Pull them out.

Yeah.

At the time when head physician Martina was murdered,

we assume between ten and eleven at night,

Mr Dirtbag was truly robbing a pharmacy

along with his colleague John Snow.

This is the footage from the security cameras.

That doesn't prove anything.

You said yourself we don't know the exact time of the murder.

With a bit of luck, Dirtbag could have managed both.

No, he couldn't. This pharmacy is in Teplice.

With the trip there and back,

he has an alibi for at least three hours.

It's not a question of minutes here.

What about the fingerprints on the open drawer?

Just the head doctor and that Jeronymek.

Right, but he touched it when we were there.

My bet is on that phone.

What phone?

The victim's phone. I have an idea how to unlock it.

Just a second!

That's work for the technicians, isn't it?

Why didn't you give it to them?

Because I didn't have time.

I got held up at the drunk tank.

Macha!

What about the autopsy report, has Knecht sent it yet?

Yeah. According to Knecht,

he was killed by some kind of oriental weapon.

What kind of nonsense is that?

I don't know. I've got to check it out.

I already told you about the stab and slash wounds.

Several of them were deadly.

The number of wounds is interesting.

There are so many of them...

that the perpetrator evidently continued attacking

even after the victim was dead.

Doctor, do you have a heater of some sort?

I think if I heated him up, the eyes would open.

Rigor mortis is a chemical process.

Lieutenant Macha.

A heater would certainly not reverse it.

So as to the autopsy:

the perpetrator also inflicted several wounds to the soft tissues.

God, Macha, can you stop that?!

This here could be interesting for you.

The entrance and trail of the murder weapon

is quite unusual in nature.

Something like a curved blade or...

Well, here, I sketched it for you.

Wouldn't you know it!

Unlocked, I'm a genius! Heat won't work, he says.

Rigor mortis is a matter of several dozen hours.

Evidently you managed to catch the end.

So, in his texts he only has invitations to some symposiums

and his last call, he spoke to Doctor Jeronymek.

That means that...

That he last spoke to Doctor Jeronymek probably on a work matter.

Did you expect a SMS: �Tomorrow I'm going to kill you�?

No.

Let me see. This is the weapon?

Roughly speaking.

So we're looking for Captain Hook.

Allow me to welcome you

to the first meeting of our family therapy.

You are, Lucie, correct?

So, Lucka, why are you here?

Well, I came here because I want to...

put our relationship back together.

Really, so that it's better than...

When you started things with that steroid-addled numbskull?

Robin, please, this is a space for Lucie,

do not interrupt it, thank you.

Let's return to you, Lucie.

Why do you want to save your relationship?

Thank you.

Mostly for the children.

I think that children deserve a complete family

and I of course am aware of my mistakes

and I... think that...

That I deserve...

a second chance.

Excellent, Lucie, excellent.

- Thank you. - Very nice.

And now we turn our attention to you, Robin.

Look at me.

Why did you come here?

I don't know.

Do you think you don't need help?

Well, I mostly needed help when Lucie here packed her bags and left.

But I'm over that.

If Bobby hadn't ditched her, she wouldn't be sitting here.

That's not true at all. I said that I'm aware of my mistakes

and I'd like to work on it. Let's work on it together.

Let's get back together.

But I don't want to, get it?

When you left, I realised how awful it was.

I don't want to go back to that, not for anything.

I must praise the fact that you are letting your emotions flow.

I like that, you're not holding them inside,

but Robin, have you ever thought about

where or when things got bad with Lucie?

That would interest me too.

Well, first of all,

she's always barking at me

shouting at the kids

That's not true. I think that...

Cutting me off, yeah,

and what's more,

until the end of my life I'll never rid myself of the memory

where a certain bodybuilder was bringing my wife to orgasm

and me and the children had to see it from the doorway of the solarium.

That really happened, Lucie?

Naturally I'm very sorry.

- If I could take it back. - What? The orgasm?

Hold on, friends.

Let's approach this differently, okay? Let's stand up.

Please, stand up, let's take each other's hands

you don't understand, take my hands right,

let yourself be led by me, good.

I am a catalytic medium and now let's take a nice deep breath.

Close our eyes

and breathe out

and with that exhalation we rid ourselves of all negativity.

- Fine. - Once more: take a deep breath,

please, even bigger,

a bit more.

Hold your breath

and now exhale slowly.

You're going beautifully.

That's enough, I'm right sick of this.

Of what?

Of what? Of this here eso-tomfoolery.

Listen, the kids have come to terms with it anyway

and after all, I've already got someone else.

What?

What?

I thought we were trying here, how could you have done that?

Who is it?

That's no fucking business of yours!

You're opening up very nicely.

Doctor, since we're opening up here...

- Yeah. - Well, I'll admit something.

When you asked me at the start

if I knew why I was here, I said I didn't.

Well that was a lie, I do know.

I'm here to give Mrs Lupankova here divorce papers.

If you'd be so kind. Thanks.

Robin!

I'm pregnant.

Sucks to be you.

This is... this is for you.

Sorry.

What are you doing here?

Relaxing after marital counselling.

But seriously, I need to know what time the head physician

left the office that night.

Well, I can make you a print-out, but I know precisely.

The doctor left

around half past nine and I was here about another hour.

I told your colleagues.

I was editing some letter drafts that he dictated to me.

And what was it?

Nothing. Basically, standard agenda things.

Could I see?

Well, it's rather sensitive information...

You're Jirinka, right?

Yes.

Please, Jirinka.

Hold on a sec.

This strikes you as standard agenda, does it?

Since when do people with a hole in their foot go to a psychiatrist?

Lucie and I were having marital counselling with Doctor Jeronymek.

How was it, good?

No, he just kept staring at her tits.

But that's not why you called me here, is it?

No.

Read this...

and connect it to the busted drawer in the head physician's office.

Jeronymek's fingerprints were everywhere.

What is it?

A letter to the medical chamber.

A professional evaluation of Doctor Jeronymek.

Though it's more of a denunciation than an evaluation.

- That's something, that is... - I'll say.

He was the only one who had an interest

in that letter not getting out of the clinic.

Macha opened the head doctor's phone.

The last person he talked to was Jeronymek.

It's better to paint the tree, okay?

Pilulka, no dark colours, okay?

There.

And please, don't stress, alright.

It doesn't matter what symbols you paint.

And don't be inspired by the fact that it's cold outside.

Be more inspired by what you feel inside.

That should come out, right, and we can feel

green, blue, red, it can be joy, comfort...

and Pilulka promises that she's going to relax around me.

I apologise that the therapy session with Lucie didn't work out,

but I don't really have time right now and...

That crap isn't why I'm here.

Doctor, we need to consult with you.

It's about your professional expertise.

That's right, we just need a bit of information.

Like what were you doing on the day the head physician died?

Late arrivals,

unexcused absences,

repeated sex with female clients,

reckless diagnoses, in one case he even diagnosed

psychosomatic stress in the chest, but overlooked pneumonia.

Gentlemen, denunciation means an accusation from which

the denouncer generally expects personal benefit.

This is the product of a spurned man.

I'd say that a report like this could almost be career-ending, couldn't it?

Did you know what Doctor Martina was preparing?

No, I didn't know.

You see? Right now you're opening up beautifully.

No, you just need to breathe.

Do you think a report like this

could be the motive for a murder?

Of course I had some inkling that he was writing some letters about me.

Fine, I admit...

that it was me who pried open the drawer in his office

but I only found some hand-written paper scraps.

I don't even understand why he was after me.

Meanwhile he had that huge shitstorm in Prague.

You're referring to his wrong diagnosis?

What happened?

He released a schizophrenic woman into outpatient care.

Then she stabbed a young boy.

There was a lot written and said about it at the time.

Why'd you keep that to yourself?

We'll take the weapons to forensics.

Because of a pried open drawer?

That's ridiculous.

Call Slepychkova to have Macha get in touch

with the Prague Crime Unit to see who investigated that unfortunate incident.

Maybe the courts too if they could send us something.

Yeah.

So, this is Marketa Vojanova, a schizophrenic

who was being treated with Doctor Martina in Prague.

More like a psychopath, no?

What happened was she attacked a tourist

and because she was acting crazy, they carted her off to Bohnice.

But after a week the doctor released her for home treatment.

She was to report to the clinic and be treated as an outpatient.

But about two hours after she was released,

Vojanova stabbed a 15-year-old boy in a park in front of a school.

A first-year grammar school student.

He was defending a female classmate that Vojanova came after.

The boy didn't survive.

Andrej Findejs.

After five days in hospital, he succumbed to his injuries.

That's what Jeronymek just told me.

The victim's mother?

Engineer Pavlina Findejsova.

She took the clinic to court. It was all over the papers.

I can't imagine a stronger motive for revenge than that.

But we still don't know if it's her.

Enlarge that, Jana.

That's her.

Wow, Lupanek is right, that's the cook!

That's the cleaning woman!

- She's the cook. - Wasn't it the engineer?

She's an economist.

An engineer as a cleaning woman, that doesn't strike anyone as strange?

Why strange?

It's hard to find a good cleaning woman these days.

Do we have her address?

Yeah, here, the court sent it to us,

but I think we've got another problem here.

This Findejsova submitted multiple court actions.

Against whom?

She filed criminal complaints

against the members of the medical commission

that found Doctor Martina innocent.

Do you mean to suggest those doctors' lives are in danger?

Immediately find out where the doctors she sued work and call them.

Come on. If there's anything, call me.

Zizkov City of Prague

A cleaning lady.

Most people don't even register the cleaning lady.

It's as if she didn't exist.

What's weird to me is that the doctor didn't recognise her.

They must have seen each other in court at least, right?

If you ask me, he never came into contact with her.

I assume a cleaning woman is hired by someone

other than the head physician.

What's more, based on the newspaper pictures she was wearing a wig.

I used to have a map like this as a kid too.

Places I wanted to see.

It's weird.

I thought kids these days just stared at a computer screen all day.

I wonder where the boundary is?

What boundary?

How much a person has to put up with in this world

before they lose their mind.

We were looking for an oriental weapon and it was a weeding knife.

Church of Saints Peter and Paul Karlovy Vary

I believe in one God

the Father, the Almighty, maker of heaven and Earth

and of all that is, seen and unseen.

I believe in one baptism for forgiveness of sins.

I expect the resurrection of the dead and life in a future age.

Amen.

Amen. Father.

Nurse, could you come here a minute?

Jesus Christ rose from the dead.

But he's got nothing on you, brother.

Screw off with Jesus and get driving.

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