Original subtitles

The following contains graphic content and scenes of violence,

as well as flashing lights and strobe effects.

Everything's ready, boss.

New ones?

They taste better.

Open.

No!

Play my work playlist.

Playing music.

♪ It feels so right To be with you again ♪

♪ No one else can love me Like you do ♪

♪ I wish this moment Would never end ♪

♪ Jealous of the time I spend with you ♪

♪ Hold me a little tighter ♪

♪ Stay with me a little longer ♪

♪ Love me a little stronger ♪

♪ You know all I really want is you ♪

♪ Hold me a little tighter… ♪

Kozicki calling.

Take it.

We should meet, Piotr.

I have the info on Nina Pokora you asked for.

Finally.

♪ I never wanna be far From your touch ♪

♪ Any time you leave The world gets dark for me ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah ♪

♪ That's why I've never been in love ♪

BASED ON THE NOVELS BY REMIGIUSZ MRÓZ

TWO YEARS EARLIER

Subtitle Extracted by: Aren Zohrabi

Why are you showing me this?

It was three years ago.

Strangely, the case was swept under the rug

and you ended up behind a desk.

So?

What was it about?

It's ancient history.

I think you've forgotten I work at the D.A.'s office.

Why? Did you launch an investigation?

Not yet.

The list of victims.

Ever heard of Piotr Langer?

I don't understand.

I'm assembling a team that's going to get his butt.

Any idea how many people he's killed so far?

At least thirty. Of how many was he found guilty?

None.

He's still killing. And will be until somebody stops him.

And it's going to be you.

Hm.

And you.

I'd like to outsmart him.

I'd like to win his trust, to know what he thinks.

To do it, I need someone special, like this.

Ancient history.

I'd rather not repeat myself.

I don't think you understand.

Either you help me,

or I reopen the case.

And I'll finish you off.

Even though I know he was a rapist

and it was for a good cause.

If I were you, I'd most probably have done the same thing.

Well, how are we doing?

Prosecutor Wabich, we're on this case together.

Have you already met?

I don't think we've had the pleasure.

I would have remembered.

Andrzej.

Nina.

Nice to meet you.

Coffee for the CEO.

You know that you don't have to?

I was making one for me anyway.

Well? Did he call?

No.

He's playing the waiting game.

Tell me, how can you be so cool?

I just don't give a fuck.

And I'm not on the front line.

Yeah, right.

Can you help me with one thing? Please!

- Sure. - Thanks!

Mm.

Whisky on the rocks, please.

- Did you order anything to eat? - It takes too long.

So, tell me.

Nobody named Nina Pokora

is or has been registered in Warsaw in the last ten years.

Hm.

- And outside Warsaw? - Still nothing.

There's no business activity or car registered under that name.

No real estate or possessions.

What about her national ID number?

Nothing in the ID card register, either.

Officially,

there's no such person as Nina Pokora.

Hello, I have an appointment with Ms Nina Pokora.

- Your name, please? - Piotr Langer.

I'm sorry, there's no such meeting in today's schedule.

Are you sure about it?

This is her office, right?

Nina isn't available now.

- I'll wait here for her. - That's not allowed, sir.

Not allowed…

What can we do about it then?

Aldona!

I was thinking about what you told me.

Are you there?

YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND HER

Motherfucker.

Seriously?

I had no way of calling you.

So that's why you kidnapped my assistant?

What does she have to do with it?

This is our deal.

I'm going to ask you a few questions,

and the lady here

will make sure that you tell the truth. Hm?

Where does your alias, Nina Pokora, come from?

It's not an alias.

Wrong answer. There's no such person.

Officially, I have nothing.

The company, the apartment,

everything's under my husband's name.

And you don't have an ID card either?

No trace of Nina Pokora in any register.

I didn't take my husband's name.

My name is Nina Sosnowska.

Hm.

- Your father's first name? - Jan.

- Your mother's name? - Weronika.

Date of birth?

A gentleman never asks a woman her age.

April 13th, 1989.

So, can we change the subject?

Of course.

Why me?

Do you really have to ask?

Because you are…

fucked up enough

to help me.

Am I right?

I answered all your questions.

Mine remains unanswered.

I'm all ears.

Will you kill my husband for me?

How do you imagine it?

I'd like you…

…to slit him like a pig.

From the crotch…

…up to his throat.

And then rip all his guts out.

What are you going to do with her?

What would you like?

I don't really care.

Tell me about your first one.

Agnieszka.

How old were you?

Thirteen.

She was supposed to become the mother of my children.

How did you do it?

What about the body?

No idea.

My father's bodyguard took care of her.

Get dressed.

No…

Package delivery.

Excuse me.

I have a delivery for Ms Nina Pokora.

What's her apartment number?

How would I know? I'm just planting flowers.

You could ask at reception.

- Good morning, Staszek. - Good morning.

Won't you let me see the CCTV footage?

I can't take those, Nina.

Darn. You can't take them, but I can open them.

And eat them.

Aren't these your favourites? Milk chocolate…

I can't show the footage to you.

Only the property manager or the police.

Too bad.

Do you know Aldona, my assistant?

I do.

You see, I think she's bringing her lover here.

It's not really appropriate at work, is it?

- Just for a minute, okay? - Mm-hmm.

But please take them.

What?

Fuck.

MR ELEGANT

Yes?

23 Wiejska Street, apartment number 7.

Good.

You can't just come here like this.

You didn't call back.

I need you to find out everything about this address

and its owner.

It could take a while.

Do it ASAP.

You didn't answer my calls.

We got the tox report of the victim from the bank.

She was clean.

I'm off duty, Siarka.

I'll go with you.

I'm going in the opposite direction.

Doesn't matter.

I asked about victims

at organisations that help drug addicts.

At charities and social welfare.

Monks who feed the homeless know the Lublin girl.

The one from the bank

got kicked out from a shelter in Karczew for drugs.

Still, both victims were clean. And looked well-groomed.

So they turned their life around.

- He kills girls after rehab. - What the hell for?

Langer is a fucking wacko. He runs a private rehab clinic,

he enjoys killing those to whom he gave a chance.

And nobody at his clinic heard about the victims?

You have a deal with him or what?

Fuck off!

Give me evidence, Siarka!

Give me evidence

and I'll be the first to file for his detention and arrest.

I'd love to see him behind bars, too.

Now, I want to get the real killer,

the one murdering those women.

Mm-hmm.

What are you doing?

I've got far enough, I'm getting out.

Siarka!

Fuck it…

- Hi, Ludi. - Why so early?

Don't eat that! Let me order a fresh one.

You have to complete my profile.

Write it down, would you?

Nina Sosnowska, April 13th, 1989.

Father's name is Jan, mother's, Weronika.

Make sure it appears in the fucking online system this time.

He couldn't find Nina Pokora and got fucking furious.

Mm!

He's jamming airwaves in his apartment.

All I got was swishing and white noise.

And outside the apartment?

So far, he only wants to meet there.

I told you it wouldn't be easy.

He trusts you, right?

He doesn't trust anyone.

Still, you got closer to him.

He'll give it away one day

and disclose the place where he buried the bodies or organs.

He killed Aldona.

What?

He kidnapped her from my office in broad daylight.

I checked the CCTV, you can't tie him to it.

He's got people to handle everything.

As if she went with her boyfriend and never came back.

You have to inform her family and fiancé.

Really? What would you tell them?

Fuck, you'll leave it like that?

Did you see her body?

Then how could you know he killed Aldona?

It took you long enough.

Your friend is quite intriguing.

Let's say, twenty per cent more intriguing

than your former friends.

So, can I ever talk you into using express wire transfer?

No.

Never.

Nina Paderewska, National ID No: Rank: Chief Superintendent

Family members: Husband: Olgierd Paderewski

Children: Ludwik Paderewski