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The following contains graphic content and scenes of violence,

as well as flashing lights and strobe effects.

Aren't they beautiful?

Not really.

But they're more poisonous than cyanide.

I'd rather take…

…cut flowers.

Your beloved will be delighted.

Absolutely.

- May I? - Mm.

- I'll need 100 seedlings. - When?

Yesterday.

Music.

Playing music.

♪ There'll be no strings To bind your hands ♪

♪ Not if my love Can't bind your heart ♪

Your box of chocolates, boss.

♪ There's no need To take a stand ♪

♪ For it was I Who chose to start ♪

Open.

♪ I see no need To take me home ♪

♪ I'm old enough To face the dawn ♪

♪ Just call me Angel of the morning ♪

♪ Angel ♪

♪ Just touch my cheek Before you leave me ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Just call me Angel of the morning ♪

♪ Angel ♪

♪ Then slowly turn away ♪

♪ From me ♪

♪ Maybe the sun's light Will be dim ♪

♪ And it won't matter anyhow ♪

I'm begging you!

♪ If morning's echoes Say we've sinned ♪

♪ Well, it was What I wanted now ♪

Open.

Let me go.

I won't tell anyone.

♪ I won't be blinded By the light ♪

♪ Just call me Angel of the morning… ♪

Did you know that flowers are supposed to react to emotions?

♪ Baby ♪

They smell nice.

They do.

♪ Then slowly turn away ♪

♪ I won't beg you to stay ♪

♪ With me ♪

- So, you won't tell anyone? - I won't!

Fancy a chocolate?

♪ Of the years ♪

♪ Baby! ♪

♪ Just call me Angel of the morning… ♪

Too bad.

They're delicious.

♪ Just call me Angel of the morning ♪

♪ Angel ♪

Subtitle Extracted by: Aren Zohrabi

BASED ON THE NOVELS BY REMIGIUSZ MRÓZ

All victims are slender, long-legged blondes.

Four victims within one month.

All of them killed the same way.

- Each in a different province. - It's not a coincidence.

We have a serial killer.

At last.

What's his MO?

He cuts out his victims' organs as if he's gutting a fish.

Here are the autopsy reports.

Beware, hack reporters have already got wind of him.

Guess what they called him?

Osiris.

Osiris? When they're all blondes?

The minister and attorney general

want the motherfucker's head ASAP.

Congratulations, prosecutor Siarkowska.

Go, get him.

Are there any limitations?

- The legal framework. - Hmm.

She was lying over there.

They found no ID on her.

Not a single trace.

Nobody saw or heard anything.

The body just lying in rubbish.

I think he left us a message.

It's some fucking wacko. Why would he gut her?

Do we know how he did it?

Like a pro, with surgical precision.

He cleaned the body so well it didn't even smell.

You'll get the pathologist's report.

And the organs? Any trace of those?

We searched the area and found nothing.

- It looks like some ritual. - Hmm.

I'd like to see the body.

Of course, prosecutor.

We examined her thoroughly. Everything's in our report.

Did you notice this?

Ah.

Punctures, right.

We've tested a sample of her blood. Nothing there.

She wasn't poisoned

and there's no trace of psychoactive substances.

She was most probably slit while still alive.

That's how she died.

Fireplace.

Lighting fire.

My schedule for today?

Checking your schedule.

A speech at a charity auction for the foundation.

Your tuxedo is waiting in the suite.

- Good evening, Piotr. - Good evening.

- It looks very promising. - It does, indeed.

Incredibly promising.

Piotr, is everything okay?

Sorry, I got lost in thought.

THE LANGER FOUNDATION

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you for coming and in such large numbers.

Today's auction is an act

of the purest goodwill.

The goodwill you've been showing for years

to those with addictions.

Thanks to you,

every year we're able to save

more young people who fall prey to drugs

and bring them back to society.

Every person sitting here today

worked by the sweat of their brow.

They sweat blood and worked their guts out,

as if they wanted to preserve them in canopic jars

in order to call on the highest powers to help you…

…in your efforts.

And all credit to you for it.

Let's start the auction.

I urge you to be generous,

even though I'm sure I don't need to.

They sweat blood and worked their guts out,

as if they wanted to preserve them in canopic jars

in order to call on the highest powers to help you…

…worked their guts out,

as if they wanted to preserve them in canopic jars

in order to call on the highest powers to help you…

RITUAL DISEMBOWELMENT AFTER DEATH

MUMMIFICATION OF CORPSES IN ANCIENT EGYPT

WHICH ORGANS WERE EVISCERATED AND WHY?

CANOPIC JARS - MYSTERIOUS SOUL GUARDIANS

Siarkowska.

Good evening, prosecutor.

We have another victim. Please come in.

We're waiting for you.

Three hundred and five thousand, going once.

Three hundred and five thousand, going twice.

Going three times.

Sold!

Now it's time for Sin by Johann Bingerson,

painted in 1917 and owned by a private collector.

Please excuse me.

What happened?

Ladies and gentlemen, there was a miscommunication.

I was supposed to be here with the painting,

but I don't have it with me.

Many thanks then.

Please bring the next painting…

But we cannot leave you empty-handed.

I suggest that you bid for me.

For dinner with me.

If you invite me home, I'll give you interior design advice.

It's what I do for a living.

Thirty-one thousand.

Excellent. Thirty-one thousand from Mr Piotr Langer.

Who'll offer more?

Thirty-six thousand.

Thirty-nine thousand.

Forty-two thousand.

The lady with number 32 joins the auction.

Is anyone willing to bid higher?

Fifty-four thousand.

Fifty-four thousand from the gentleman with number 21.

Will anybody bid higher?

So, fifty-four thousand, going once.

Fifty-four thousand, going twice.

Going three times.

Sold, to gentleman number 21, a dinner with Madam Nina.

I can't wait for you to take a look at my apartment.

I thought you'd buy me a drink first.

With pleasure.

Although my cocktail cabinet is better stocked than this bar.

Do you live in a bar?

I'll let you decide.

I have four bedrooms, one of them with a waterbed.

You've mistaken me for someone else.

Quite the contrary.

Congratulations, Henryk.

Piotr!

I hate to disturb you but I got the impression

that the lady is unhappy with your company.

Let me buy the lot from you for, let's say, 150,000.

I'll wire it to you.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I'm not an object you can haggle over.

Well, Piotr, there's nothing more to say.

Give my best to your wife.

Please accept my apologies for my behaviour.

I only wanted to help. I'd never want to offend you.

Thank you, I would've handled it.

I'm sure, but then we wouldn't have had a chance to speak.

You should have kept bidding.

You're not an object one can haggle over.

Touché.

Would you like a drink?

Negroni, please.

Whisky, on the rocks.

I'm Piotr Langer.

Nina Pokora.

Do you actually own the painting?

Thank you for the drink.

Did you see those fucking paintings, boss?

Let's go for a drive.

Where to now, boss?

Let's go back.

Well?

How do you like the inside?

So far, the outside is much more interesting.

You mentioned you could recommend something

regarding the design.

Is this the auctioned dinner?

One has to start somewhere.

Will such a dinner do?

Choose something you can lend me.

I don't usually lend books.

You don't have anything for the body,

so give me something for the soul.

I don't give recommendations completely for free.

Machiavelli's The Prince?

A guide to ruling from the 16th century.

And a critique of contemporary consumerism.

Said a man who lives in a penthouse

worth over ten million.

Said a woman who decorates such penthouses.

I must say that you're an annoying client.

Why's that?

This is a very well-decorated apartment.

Nothing for me to do here.

- Thank you. - Hmm.

Unless…

you made every mistake possible when decorating your bedroom.

Let me guess.

Livor mortis suggests she's been dead

for a few days but doesn't stink.

- Hi, Pader. - Hi. It's the opposite.

If you ask me, it seems she died four or five hours ago.

Quite recently.

The pathologist will confirm it shortly.

Can I use those gloves?

Any ID on her?

Nothing.

What do you want to do?

Leave her, wait for the pathologist.

- What are you doing? - Searching.

What for?

What are you searching for?

Puncture marks.

The victim from Lublin had the same ones.

It seems that the killer hunts drug addicts

and acts with impunity.

Run all the tests on her.

Let the pathologist open her.

If she's hollow, it's the work of our guy.

- Our guy? - Our serial killer.

Who exactly?

Did you know the media dubbed him Osiris?

Siarka!

Take a look at this.

Thanks to you…

- For fuck's sake! - Watch until the end.

He held an event, what else?

…in canopic jars.

Canopic jars.

Do you know what canopic jars are?

- I do. - What are they?

Okay, I don't know!

The Egyptians stored the organs

they removed during mummification in them.

Pader, it's him!

I know it! He's toying with us again.

I know it's him.

You brought your toys.

You're adorable.

Ah, hmm.

This is the guy I want to talk to.

You think you know something about me.

I read a lot about you.

You must have read then

that it was never proved that I murdered anyone.

You like those games, don't you?

Not really those.

Because you're not calling the shots.

Alright.

How would you do it? Where would you begin?

First, strangulation. Then chopping off the fingers.

Then pulling out fingernails.

Well?

Give some advice for beginners.

Is it about money?

You've got some nice bitcoin.

There you go.

A random code…

…and off they went.

I left you one, see?

- Hi. - Hi.

She should guess the lottery numbers.

- When did she die? - Yesterday, between 4 and 8 p.m.

Didn't his event start at eight?

He could have killed her at four.

Yes. He managed to get to that building,

drop off the body, go home again,

change for the event, and make it on time. Come on!

We both know he's got people to do it.

Could you take the case somewhere else?

I have plenty to do with the lady.

- When will I get the tox report? - In the morning.

- Great. Keep me posted. - Sure.

Thanks.

You tie him to every crime committed in this country.

Do you know another pervert

who could come up with gutting bodies?

I need evidence, and the court will too.

Let me know when you get the report on this girl.

Aye, aye, madam!

Pader, you park your car like a cunt.

You're such a dickhead, Siarka.

I expected more from you.

This is my husband, Krzysztof Pokora.

We're going to kill him together.

And this is his lover.

Karolina Siarkowska, the prosecutor.

I think you've already met.

What would you do to me if you freed yourself?

I would cut off your head.

Give me your hand.

- Hello. - Hello.

I lost her, boss.

There's one girl. From a shithole near Wroclaw.

Her name is Natalia.

She ran away from home five years ago.

She was so out of it that she can't even remember her family.

- Is she clean? - Yes.

She's doing great in therapy.

The doc says she could get out.

Excellent.

Make yourself comfortable.

Piotr is on a business trip and will come home tomorrow.

I don't know… I'd hate to bother him.

Make yourself at home.

The bathroom is over there, the fridge is full.

Everything's ready.

It's just a stopover on your way to independence.

You can make it.

Hello?

Hello, anybody there?

Hello!

Anybody there?

Hello!

Hello!

- Hello. - Hello, how can I help you?

Is the new shipment already there?

It's in the back. Go and have a look.