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PREVIOUSLY

I got us into this and I'll get us out.

Krzysiek, my brother, you'll be legit.

Out there, being legit
is the same as being a bandit.

Whether a thief or a prosecutor…

-It's a jungle out there.
-I know it well.

A guy who killed his own mother is a cop.

You want your boy to live?

There's an urgent inmate questioning.
Can you stand in for me?

It's an open case;
it could boost your career.

When he was high on heroin,
he stabbed his own mother to death.

Why are you remembering this right now?

One of the inmates chatted me up,
told me that

the detective on his case
is Bronisław Jamroży.

But for a bastard

who slaughtered his own mother
like a pig to be out on the streets?

Now our dear Bronek will be thrown off
the case under false pretenses.

He'll have to clear his name.

There's an article
about the bus driver's trial.

"Piotr N.'s defense lawyer,
Justyn Jamroży,

promised to lodge an appeal
after the trial,

Then… retracted the declaration.

My dad defended him?

Tomorrow morning, Parada will suspend you.

It's the only way.
You're suspected of murder.

-Great.
-Great?

They want me out. I'm getting close.

Wait a second,
some criminal is claiming that

I tried to hire him to kill Kaśka?

Yes, your former client.
Jacek Skotuk, aka Ciaper.

-You defended him on robbery charges.
-Ciaper?

Don't remember him.

His story has resulted in my being
a suspect in Kaśka's murder.

Which means I've been suspended.

That's total nonsense.

Someone went to great lengths
to get me off my case.

A career criminal's words
count for more than cold, hard facts,

-and an officer's testimony?
-Apparently.

But I'm not giving up.

I know,

I'll go…

…make a statement.

Take it easy.

-I didn't kill Kaśka.
-I know.

Mr. Berger himself…

Now it's all in Krzysiek's hands.

Are you okay?

Atta boy. Well done.

We have a bug. Car tracking device.

A drone.

Let's roll.

Yeah!

I remember that bus accident.

The driver wanted to go to jail.
Young guy, scared to death.

-He was wasted.
-Wasted?

Yep. Took such a huge dose of amphetamine

that became psychotic, had hallucinations.

He saw a group on scooters ahead.
Swerved not to run them over.

How long did he get?

Four years. At first.
Didn't want me to file an appeal.

But an appeal's coming anyway.
The prosecutor has filed one.

You'll let me know when?

Why has this case drawn your attention?

My girlfriend's sister
died in the accident.

I want to know what happened.

Are such tragedies avertable?

Not really.

Such things have been happening

and will continue to happen.

Got a girlfriend now, do you?

Yes.

Did the bus driver…

show any remorse or claim ignorance?

My deputy handled talks with him.

Do you have his address?
I'll visit him while I still can.

I can.

His name's Ładek Józefczak.

Good lawyer.

-Władysław Józefczak?
-No.

Ładysław. Such a name.

He landed that case for us.

As soon as they nabbed the driver,

he ran to the station
to take power of attorney.

-Is that so important?
-He's young.

He wanted to make his mark,
be in the spotlight.

Are you overdoing the healthy living, Dad?

No, but nice of you to ask.

-I'm going to the hospital.
-Really? Why?

It's nothing major.

Good that you've got a girlfriend.

Come on!

Sorry for the formalities,
but could I see your badge?

Of course.

Neat.

Just so you know,
the similarity is no coincidence.

I know, you're my mentor's son.
Pleasure to meet you.

-Same here.
-You two don't look alike.

Well, you know…opinions are divided.

So, what could I do for you?

I'd like to know where the bus driver
you're defending lives.

Where? Same as all of them.

In an apartment block. With his mom.

An exact address?

I have it right here.

Did he cooperate?

Spill any dealers' names?

No. Though I tried convincing him.

Nothing? Not one name?

-Not a single one.
-That's odd, you know.

In my experience,
addicts tend to cooperate rather quickly.

Could someone have scared him
more than the police?

Ask him.

He used drugs.

If they tested drivers,
they would've caught it.

A urine test every few months would do.

But they don't. And three people died.

I thought only two women died.

One was pregnant.

Late stage.

Had the bus stopped
right after the collision, the daughter…

might have survived her mother's death.

The daughter?

Yes.

Excuse me, but I'm otherwise engaged.

I have a hearing
in court in an hour.

Of course. Just that address,
please, if I may.

Piotr Niewiński.

Komornicza Street 19/107.

Still hunting?

Sins of my youth.

Grew out of it.

Really?

Say hello to your father.
He needs to look after his health.

Goodbye.

He has just left.

No, he's not suspended.

I don't know how either.

-Hello?
-Want to hear your son?

Mom, mom…I can't stand it any longer!

They're going to kill me!
Please, do what they say!

What should I do, son?

That officer…
you were meant to get him off the case.

Artur, my son's alive.
I've just spoken to him.

They'll give him back,
but there are conditions…

It's about that officer, Jamroży.

Try harder then!

Detective, you know the procedure.

-I think I'm too young.
-Your ID and badge, please.

Have you returned your weapon
to the armory?

Here's the receipt.

I hope this gets sorted out quickly.

Do you really believe I had something
to do with my mother's murder?

Odd question. Of course not.

Then why are you suspending me?

Procedure.

Police work is about procedures,
as you well know.

Good luck.

Good morning. Is this block 19?

-Yes, who are you looking for?
-Mrs. Niewińska.

I don't know her.

Danka, are you smoking again?

-Good morning.
-Morning.

-Are you here to see me, Detective?
-No. Mrs. Niewińska.

Halinka, you're just hurting yourself.

-Guess I missed her this time.
-Goodbye.

Bye.

Warrant? Summons?

No warrant.

-Then why are you bothering me?
-Mr. Kowal, I've come unofficially.

I was suspended. Know what that means?

No idea. Goodbye.

Wait. Darek, let him in.

They knew each other since they
were kids. Played football together…

My Mundek, Tomek, Piotrek Niewiński.

Muniek, Jasiek, and Niewina.

Same grade,

same school sports club,
they even skipped classes together.

Then came the shared doping.

Today, two are gone…

and one's in jail.

It's all my fault.

I was away when they led him astray.

Led him astray?

Yes, they led him astray.

I won't bother you any longer.

Goodbye.

You need to help me.

Look, I'm in a position of authority
in this country.

Are you expecting me
to tell the truth just like that?

We can't let them ruin our boy's life.

-Please…
-Revoke my alibi.

Say I wasn't there.

How about saying
I can't remember if you were there?

That won't do. You must say you remember…

me asking you.

Yes, I remember
you asking me for an alibi.

You were with a married woman.

Yes. I asked you back then and you lied.

Is there something…

you want to tell me?

It's what you think.

You know I had to.

Go already.

Block!

Down!

Wow!

-Impressive.
-Thanks.

Do you climb?

Nah. I get enough action at work
and don't need it in my private life.

How do you unwind then?

I watch old love movies.

-And about friendship.
-That's sweet.

So, what did you want?

My girlfriend is the twin sister
of the girl who died in that bus crash.

I know, I checked out
the accident for you.

My dad and his apprentice
defended the bus driver.

Well, that's what lawyers do.

I went to see the apprentice.

He looked at my badge
like he thought it was fake.

Like he knew I should have been suspended.

Really? That bad?

Said he was in a rush to a court hearing,

but had time
to stare at me out the window.

You're saying everything there overlaps?

Look at this.

-Who's that?
-Might be your mother's killer.

Footage from the building's surveillance.

Vanished from the files
13 years ago, now it's back.

Am I out of suspects' list?

Not yet. I never showed you this.

If this gets out, I'll be fired.

Sure.

I get it. I go to jail. Thanks.

This isn't enough to exonerate you.

Luizjana and I will do what it takes.

You have to trust us,
but don't look into this.

You know you can't work on this case.

By the way, Tomasz Jasiecki,
Mundek Kowal, Piotrek Niewiński,

they're all childhood buddies.

That's odd.

Well, I gotta dash. Bye.

Go! Somebody might see you
with a murder suspect.

Look, this might be…

inconsiderate but…

But who was the father
of your sister's child?

Klaudia's father, because it was a girl,

was Helena's boyfriend, Ładek Józefczak.

-I met a lawyer by that name.
-That must be him.

He was my father's apprentice.

-Your dad's a lawyer?
-Yep.

-They're defending the bus driver.
-That's bizarre.

Not bizarre. It's absurd.

Defending the murderer
of his wife and child?

-They weren't married.
-So what?

There are no formal prohibitions on it.

-But he can't defend, being related…
-That was the point.

Acting to the client's detriment?
So, it was about revenge.

I don't know, Bronek.
I didn't go to the trial.

But between us, you wouldn't want
to defend your mother's killer?

What was she like
before she started using?

Normal. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.

Normal.

Did she love anyone?

My father, me…

That I don't know. Sorry.

Because…

those last few years with her are just…

a blur to me now.

I can't really recall
what was where and when.

But I…

do remember

her trying to quit using.

She'd be crawling up the walls,

screaming in pain,
crying out loud. She'd beat me terribly.

And when I finally
couldn't take it no more,

and handed her the drugs, she said:

"I love you."

That was the only time we were together…

high…

but it felt nice.

I didn't kill her, right?

Of course it wasn't you.

But no one's been held accountable.
Not the dealer nor the killer. Nobody.

Life isn't fair.
You know that better than most.

Artur!

Who gave Ciaper the idea of
accusing me of murder?

I checked.
Ciaper had no visitors at the time.

Surprise.

In fact, he only had contact
with other inmates and prison staff.

Isn't it the case that only an officer
or prosecutor can promise parole.

Tell her… Tell her you know.

Tell her you have the guards
and Ciaper identified her.

-Why would she do that?
-They kidnapped her son.

-Have they made any demands?
-No.

Exactly. Who kidnaps
a prosecutor's son for fun?

Tell her Ciaper hinted that
she'd promised him something.

No, I don't have any witnesses.
And she knows that.

Tell her he cracked. Make something up!

He'll demand a meeting and it'll come out.

-You can't ask me to do that.
-Well, I am.

They'll destroy me. Do you understand?

I'm young. I need to think about my
future in the prosecutor's office. Sorry.

Let's assume that it's not Berger.

My guess is the chain goes like this:

Piotr Niewiński, the bus driver,

snitches on Tomek Jasiecki, his dealer.

To whom? Not the police.

Someone he fears more than the police.

Who would that be?

That someone
extracts information from Tomek.

And he rats on Wiesław Kurpisz,
who was set on fire,

Kuba, Majewska, the teacher,
and Cezary Różycki,

her assistant.

And Tomek knew them all, right?

He knew Wiesiek, he could have met Kuba.

And Różycki and Majewska, too,
because he had their dope and pills.

But why do they do it? Why kill them?

Beats me. Maybe to settle old scores.

Could civilians organize
dropping a man onto a soccer pitch?

That was a well-trained group,
not amateurs.

I know it all sounds implausible.

And maybe your girlfriend's in on it, too?

Okay, that was too far.

Berger knew them all.
That's why he's our suspect.

Berger's cleaning up the city.

Berger is killing his pawns to go legit,
that's what Nina Wirowska said.

Just before they took her out.

Berger is guilty.

Are you there? Turn off your mic.

Okay. Olga, Jaskółka,

can you scour old drug cases for contacts,

suspects and perpetrators,
related to Grzegorz Berger?

How exactly?

Go to the prison and ask every dealer
if they know Mr Berger?

Yeah. Sure.

Officially, he's a businessman.
No involvement in any case.

Okay, ask about his wife, his circle.
Someone must know something.

Sometimes a fresh perspective is enough
to reveal the truth.

-Krzysiek, help DI Jaskółka out.
-I'm on call records and monitoring.

The mutants are taking over, right?

Right. Whatever you say, Chief.

Okay, let's go!

We can't focus under these conditions.

Krzysiek, keep your eyes peeled.

Paula, what are you working on?

You told me to check
that foundation's calls…

I'm doing that.

Then keep at it!

Then keep at it.

Chief, we have movement.

A strange car just pulled up
at the subject's place.

Damn, I wish I could see.

Every time I come here,
I can't get over how beautiful it is.

Thank you. Good morning,
Ms. Martyna. Come in.

A woman just arrived at Julia Berger's.

The Valon Cultural Center in Brussels,

and its director, Ms. Tatiana Deville,

would be honored to present your works

at the Contemporary Women's
Sculpture Exhibition.

I'd be thrilled.

So far, the only Polish artists
to exhibit there

have been Magdalena Abakanowicz,

Tadeusz Kantor, and Józef Szajna.

-Grzegorz?
-Yes.

-Have you meet Ms. Martyna?
-I've come to say hello.

We met at the opening. Nice to see you.

Likewise.

They're heading to the studio now.

Paula, we're watching the same thing.

A train? Here?

Yes. Occasionally, a freight train
passes by. You get used to it.

-Please.
-Thank you.

Ms. Tatiana has chosen Centaur…

This one here.

Bot 01 and Bot 02.

-These sculptures.
-Excellent choices.

Right?

Any of your works would be
a perfect addition to the exhibition.

-Thank you.
-I could have any of them in my place.

Who knows…

I'd have a problem with that.
I can't part with them.

My little toady.

Shall I schedule pickup
for the day after tomorrow, 3:30 p.m.?

That's fine.

Your signature, Mr. Grzegorz,
will be needed on the insurance papers.

-Yeah?
-Yes.

-Yes. You're my agent, sweetheart.
-True.

Since you're Julia's agent,
I'll need your phone number.

Certainly.

I could've just sent you my business card.

-Now we've got each other's numbers.
-Brilliant.

Of course you're invited
to Brussels for the opening

so everything can be arranged
as you see fit.

-Great. Thank you very much.
-Thank you. See you soon.

Bye!

Good morning, Counselor. We've met before.

-DCI Bończyk, I believe?
-Exactly.

You're free to go.

You claim…

you killed your wife.

It's what I did.

At the time of the murder,

we'd been divorced
for several years. Seven.

If that's what you claim,
I have to make it formal.

Please, follow me.

Chief Inspector,
since this involves murder,

we both know a prosecutor should be
present to file a legal deposition.

Of course, we'll call one.

In the meantime,
would you like some coffee?

Please, have a seat.

After the murder,
I went to my ex-mother-in-law's place.

My son Bronisław was there.

My ex-mother-in-law, the victim's mother,
agreed to testify that

I was with her and my son
Bronisław all afternoon.

Katarzyna's mother gave you an alibi
for her daughter's murder?

Am I supposed to believe that?

Mr Chief Inspector, Katarzyna was…

utterly depraved.

She was only interested in satisfying
needs driven by addiction.

Do you understand?

Actually, I do.

I see.

My mother-in-law,
Professor Magdalena Ważyńska,

knew nothing about the murder.

When the police notified her
of her daughter's death,

she felt relief.

Like everyone else.

Relief? After her child's death?

Apparently the prosecutor doesn't know

the hell a drug addict
in active dependency creates

-for themselves and others.
-I've read as much.

Read. Well I lived it.

Every day. For ten full years.

Then another ten after the divorce
until her death.

Couldn't you have, I don't know,
sent her to a rehab center?

The court granted Katarzyna
custody of the child.

What?

-A drug addict?
-Yes.

My son Bronek was 16
when she gave him drugs

so she wouldn't be disturbed while high.

-Take that down!
-Everything is being recorded.

Video, sound…

Couldn't you have
reported it to the police?

They did intervene -

67 times.

She wouldn't let them in.

She accused me of stalking, harassment…

of sexual abuse of her son.

I'm sorry…

I'm confessing to murdering my wife,

mother of my son,
and you can't turn off your phone?

Of course, you're right. Sorry.

I apologize.

I shouldn't have raised my voice. Sorry.

Could you not look
at your phone while I'm all over you?

My father confessed to killing my mother.

What?

What are you saying?

Apparently, he's giving details…
that nobody else knows.

This is horrible…

but… it clears your name.

What if he really did it…

Why did he confess? What do you mean?

-He didn't do it.
-He's dying of cancer.

He'll try to cover for his son.

A normal man in his situation would blow
all his money in Saint-Tropez or Dubai.

He confessed…

Sentimental fool.

But nothing actually happened.

The boy will try
to clear his father's name.

Unless he thinks he's guilty.

Want to talk to your son?

Mom…

He's still breathing.

Set him free. I did what you said!

Wait for further instructions.