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Hey, babe.

Have you ever been gangbanged?

That was a question.

Sorry.

What are you doing, you dumb cunt?

What's up?

How about a smile?

- Arrest that troll. - What?

As a witness.

You're coming with me, champ.

- Let's go for a drive. - What did I do?

She's menstruating, and you called her a cunt.

Don't gawk like dumb birds and stop them from trampling evidence.

You think it's that easy?

In ten seconds anybody who's still here is getting fingerprinted downtown.

In our beautiful country, this takes at least four hours.

Ten, nine, eight...

Bravo, the woman in grey got the message.

Seven, six...

- Stand aside. - Five...

You stay here. If it's a body, we'll need to ask you some questions.

Surround this shithole with tape. Here and here...

Up to this alley here.

And close the stalls.

Close this one.

Close this one.

You can't enter here.

Close the stall, but give me a sweet roll first.

Didn't you hear? Close the shop.

Don't worry, I'll pay.

There's no entry.

Limousine.

The leather came from a limousine bull.

Impressive, how can you tell?

I was raised on a farm.

The thickest fluorocarbon fishing line money can buy.

You're not big on fishing?

Take a photo and cut it.

Still pretty fresh.

You smell that?

The guy got royally fucked.

Take a step back.

You can barely smell him.

Get the doctor to give him the last rites.

- Hi! - Hi.

Good afternoon.

He expired around two hours ago.

Cause of death?

We'll just have to wait and see, Heluś.

- Can't you guess? - I'd say he suffocated.

It looks to me like those eastern psychos settling a score.

And those bruises?

Seems like something crushed him.

Fresh cattle hides shrink quickly under sunlight.

Boys, stretch this gentleman out. It'll make the autopsy much easier.

That rules out foreigners.

DEGENERATE

Awesome fucking nickname.

This hide came off a pure-breed limousine.

How can you tell?

It's as obvious as the difference between you and a real man.

- She's talking about you. - No, you!

Purebreds in Poland have passports

and ID numbers, they need to be registered.

Check for any breeders in the vicinity.

Get a move on with that fucking camera!

Fucking lard-ass.

Hello, ladies. What did you find?

A dead fucking dog.

- Please, I've got loans to pay. - Find a real job.

- I need Swiss francs. - So do we.

You're lucky I don't shoot you for monitoring police frequencies.

- Fuck. - Outta here.

For fuck's sake, stop feeding those damn pigeons!

They're shitting all over my car!

Shove that bread up your ass!

Throwing bread on the streets, really!

Still on the case? At least tell me the race of that dog.

Go fuck yourself.

Mister District Attorney?

Go wait in the buffet, I'll call you once I'm finished.

No need.

I'll just observe...

Right, maybe I'll go grab a bite.

Made with red-hot iron bent to resemble letters.

Somebody branded that poor bastard when he was still alive.

Toxicology will tell us whether a tranquilizer was used

or did the victim feel everything.

He lay there unable to move.

The sun shone brightly.

The leather started shrinking rapidly.

Massive internal hemorrhaging occurred.

His circulatory system failed,

and the heart stopped.

And that's Ceausescu.

Do you hear how this sounds?

Sounds like you're dealing with a whack-job.

A very methodical whack-job.

Only one place sells limousine cattle near Wrocław.

It's all thanks to you, I'm grateful.

Another fucking spotlight whore.

- A worker noticed the fence was cut. - And?

- We counted the herd. - And?

Normally, we check inventory once a month.

- Are you missing a bull or not? - Just one.

- Any witnesses? - I'm sure the locals stole it for food.

It only takes a second.

They park the truck, grab the bull, drive away, and that's it.

Show him the picture.

You know who that is?

I know that hide.

Did you find the meat?

Hell, they ate it.

You saw the murderer, didn't you?

Send us a list of people that bought cattle off you this year.

There's no need. Only one place buys them.

Do you know the victim?

That's Bogdan Ciuman, the foreman of the first shift here.

- I guess he didn't show up yesterday? - That's why I'm here.

- Did you file a missing person report? - No.

You think we're fucking psychic?

It happened before, he disappears from time to time.

Employee of the year?

You wouldn't believe. He ran this place like a dictator.

He liked to drink, but the management didn't really care.

No wonder he skipped work. There's no AC here.

There's AC, but it's cheaper not to turn it on.

Were you and the victim close?

Close?

It was God's justice what happened to that rotten son of a bitch.

He got what he deserved.

What did he do?

He tormented us.

How?

- He wouldn't let us pee. - The bathrooms were closed?

Can you imagine? Adults walking around in diapers!

And if he had it in for somebody, he made them drink five liters of water

and then kept them from going for 12 hours.

Every day, he kicked us around and abused us.

After a few drinks, he enjoyed shutting people in the freezer.

I almost died of pneumonia.

Has he fired anybody recently?

Recently? He terminated someone each month.

Everybody was scared of him.

- How many employees work here? - A lot, I don't know.

That's several dozen suspects.

Each hated our victim and knew a lot about meat.

That's not how we find him.

You need to dredge through everybody's past.

Dear citizens.

Yesterday, I made a ghoulish discovery at the market near Niedźwiedzia Street.

The murderer mutilated his victim

by burning the word "degenerate" into his skin.

A leather hide was then sawn shut around the victim.

Sorry, allergies.

The leather hide shrunk under direct sunlight

and crushed the victim.

However, the perpetrator made several mistakes.

And I assure you, I'll skin that bastard myself soon.

He'll skin him? That's rich!

Run!

No. 39-200 calling Branson.

Branson here.

There's a horse running amok in the city.

- Who's running amok? - A horse!

The fuck should I care? Did it kill somebody?

Hard to say, people are panicking.

Where's the horse?

Some saw it at Słowacki Park, others near Mieszczański Bridge.

Go to the park, I'll take the bridge.

I'm not a vet.

Horses are not my fucking job.

- Just go. - You sure you can drive?

Don't make me fucking repeat myself.

Get out of here!

Right, fuck that.

We're downtown near the Mieszczański Bridge...

- Wait, it's off. - Fuck.

Go.

We're near Mieszczański Bridge.

A dramatic operation is underway

to capture a crazed horse that paralyzed the traffic here.

No. 392-00, it's a race horse. The loud noises only excite it more.

Tell others to turn their sirens off.

As you can see, a police officer is at the scene.

She's directly in the horse's path.

Good horse, shh...

Easy now, it's over.

Keep taping, maybe it'll kick her.

Easy, it's okay...

Take him.

Branson to Helena.

I'm here.

I've located the horse.

- Good, I'm standing next to it. - I can't see you.

- I'm standing right fucking next to it. - How? It's running!

PLUNDERER

Inspector, we're live! Can you tell us how you felt...

Get the fuck out of here!

No. 392-00, a horse just trampled four officers, medical assistance needed.

Guide them to Słowacki Park.

Block the street, secure the body and get them out of here.

What body?

- I can't look. - Record everything.

And you call yourself a fucking man?

Get out of here right now! Hide that cell phone!

Turn off those sirens, 392-00!

This day will go down in the history of Wrocław...

Dramatic events unfolded on this very bridge...

Ready!

Minutes ago, we witnessed a chilling situation.

A crazed horse appeared on the street and almost trampled a police officer.

Mieszczański Bridge will be closed

until the police secure any evidence found at the scene.

I'm very sorry!

I came here straight from my godson's confirmation.

Something happened?

You should ask her.

Miss Halinka, allow me to tell you something.

You don't understand the power of PR.

Miss Halinka...

you've got your priorities, and I've got mine. Do I make myself clear?

You don't even know my fucking name.

Miss Halinka...

- Attorney General! - I'll be right there.

Did he wake up?

MAIL DELIVERY

- It's for the chief. - Thanks.

WARSAW POLICE HEADQUARTERS

We've screwed up. The chief got a call from headquarters.

They're sending over a lady from Warsaw CBŚ.

- They're taking over the case? - No, you're still the lead.

The woman's a profiler, "an expert on violent crime," they said.

The bitch probably can't even tie her shoes.

Another case solved by the Central Bureau.

I'm moved to tears.

She'll be at the station in 20 minutes.

Good morning, Helena.

Iwona Bogacka.

How did you recognize me?

- And I guess you're hungry? - I want to see the crime scene.

They're taking you off the case.

- Who? - Homeland Security.

They're saying ANFO explosives were used in the attack.

This makes it an act of terror.

For fuck's sake, you're trampling evidence!

- You can go now. - Excuse me?

Polish law doesn't forbid the possession of replica firearms.

Everyone can legally buy

black gunpowder for 140 zloty per kilogram.

The perp loaded two bags with gunpowder and carefully sealed them.

Then he hung them from the ceiling

about 20 inches from the glass pane.

Each gunpowder bag

had a simple detonation device attached to it.

A cell phone.

Further inside the room,

he placed two racing horses, their heads turned towards the street.

Two ropes lead from their harnesses to the middle of the room.

The perp used the ropes to bind the victim's legs and arms.

To finish things up, he called both cells at the same time,

which made the horses run.

This incident only involves the use of black gunpowder.

According to Polish law,

it doesn't classify as an act of terror.

You can go now.

One hell of a theory.

And how do you know gunpowder was used?

In two hours, hand him the forensic report on dust particles from the horses' back.

Sure.

- Guys... - You'll find gunpowder there.

Let's get out of here.

Smile, you're on candid camera.

- They're the ones that taped you? - It's not worth it.

- Care to comment? - Give me the drive.

- What? - You're deaf or dumb?

You lost your mind?

Take long, regular breaths.

You're putting our lives at risk and obstructing justice.

Next time, I'll take your camera.

Fucker, you've let her take the disc?

Holy fuck.

Plunderer.

A thief.

String puller.

And now, he's the one pulled apart by horses.

Almost comical, isn't it?

Lady...

An innocent man died. I ask you to respect that fact.

- Are you certain? - Of what?

Helena...

when exactly was the victim torn apart by horses?

Just after 6 p.m.

And when did we find the first victim sewn inside that bull's hide?

Around 6 p.m.

And what's so particular about that?

Absolutely nothing, sir.

Exactly.

There's also nothing particular about the motive, right?

Nothing resembling this comes to mind?

Have you ever studied the history of your own city?

Or not particularly?

Well...

Ever heard of the week of plagues?

Frederick the Great conquered Lower Silesia in the year 1741.

He wanted Breslau to become a European metropolis.

But he knew it was impossible unless the city is cleansed

of its worst plagues.

Degeneracy,

robbery,

bribery,

slander,

oppression and deviousness.

He created the week of plagues.

Every day at 6 p.m.,

Breslau's hangman publicly tortured and killed a person

found guilty of one of those crimes.

And so...

the degenerates died on Mondays,

robbers on Tuesdays,

and so on.

You mean to tell me that five more people will die this week?

Four.

Sunday is a holiday.

Excuse me.

In an hour his "new theory" will be on the news.

If this is punishment, the guy on the slab was a thief.

There's not much of his face left to identify.

He may have a record. Check his DNA and fingerprints.

I may have some luck with this, but no promises.

What about the horses?

They were stolen yesterday from a local racing horse stable.

They were covered in black powder.

- Should we visit the stables? - I need to eat.

Want to tag along?

No, I have some crackers here.

But Heluś looks hungry.

I'll drop you off on my way to the hospital.

You'll be visiting your partner? I'll gladly meet him.

He won't do much talking, he's in a coma.

I know.

Hey, what are you doing here?

- A guest performance, I'll call you. - Okay.

- What are his chances? - None, craniocerebral trauma

and a massive, inoperable hematoma.

His brain turned to mush.

- But... - There is no "but".

His brain won't regenerate, its damaged parts are shutting down.

These are the parts responsible for all vital life functions.

He won't make it.

Be sure to explain this to his wife. She won't listen to me.

It happened ten miles from Warsaw.

It was August. A beautiful, sunny day.

I was with my mom on our way back home from vacation.

We'd rolled down all the windows.

I felt a sting.

I came out of the car,

drank some water before I felt a bit woozy.

My ears started ringing.

I urinated and defecated.

Then lost my breath.

That's when the spasms started.

The ambulance arrived 12 minutes later.

It took me to the hospital.

They resuscitated me, but the doctors said I was a goner.

I was in a coma for ten days.

All because of a small hornet's sting.

One was enough.

I heard the cries of my mother.

It felt like I was too drunk to move.

The worst part was not knowing where I was.

I had a splitting headache.

The ceiling lamps terrified me.

I was so hot, but they kept on covering me up.

I could feel my mother stroking my hands.

Every time she left, I cried inside.

She played "We are the Champions" on a loop, begging me to wake up.

I was so angry at her.

I wanted to get up and tell her

I despise that song.

For your sleeper, time stands still.

Hour after hour, he's struggling to let you know he hears your voice.

If you give up, he'll be all alone.

Your touch will give him strength.

Firstly, remember...

the doctors say he's beyond help.

Secondly, there is still hope.

Whether your man lives or dies depends solely on you.

I'm living proof of that.

Sorry.

WE'VE GOT AN ID ON THE "PLUNDERER"

We know the victim had ties with horse racing bookies.

You owed him money.

I won't miss him.

It seems luck is on your side, right?

Listen closely.

He was a thug, you understand?

He had nothing to do with the races.

He gave out quick loans

with insane interest rates that were impossible to pay off.

He destroyed lives.

The ones that refused to pay got their teeth ground down with a file or...

Oh, yeah? And nobody called it in?

I called it in.

Stop fucking lying.

You said Pochylski sent your genitals in a jar to your wife.

I didn't know it was the truth.

You dropped the charges.

What would you have done?

You're not helping anybody.

Helena.

A beautiful name.

Want to switch?

I went through hell in elementary school.

Aren't you the lady that stopped the horse?

May I take a picture?

Fifty zloty.

Get out of here.

You should've let him.

- Why? - Don't you want to be a hero?

One Batman is enough.

How did you stop that horse?

I was supposed to be a farm vet.

What happened?

I prefer to help people.

You're quite an actress. Better than Meryl Streep.

What's your fucking point?

Homicide detectives don't help people.

The dead are beyond saving.

Nobody bothered to help that guy on the racing track.

That's why the murderer stepped in.

So you know everything because you came here from the capital?

We can talk about something different.

We were to be wed May 21st. My fiancee left to buy a bottle of wine.

The driver who killed him was drunk.

How long did he get?

He had immunity.

All testimonies were withdrawn,

and his blood report somehow got lost.

Then you understand our murderer's motives well.

- It's not about punishing people. - So what's he after?

Why risk murdering people in the open?

He wants each crime to be spectacular.

It's about publicity.

He's showing us that he's smarter.

So far, he's right.

I'll see you at 6 p.m.

One question is on everybody's mind. Will the Breslau Butcher,

as we came to call him, kill another person before 6 p.m.?

Mr. District Attorney, would you like to add something?

Well...

I would advise...

vigilance.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

SLANDERER - THURSDAY

REMAIN SILENT

Fire!

Where's the extinguisher? Help!

Calling all vehicles, 39-267.

A woman's burning in the Świdnicka opera.

We need to immediately evacuate...

Iwona, somebody's burning at the opera house!

Get to Świdnicka!

- Anybody seen the perp? - He ran backstage!

Police, freeze!

I came as soon as I heard.

Is anybody there? Help!

Help me!

- Show me your hands! - Who are you?

- A mechanic! - What mechanic?

The trap door mechanic! I saw a guy wearing a mask.

I took him for an actor, but he hit me in the head.

That's all I remember.

Get out, we'll need a description of the attacker.

- This man saw the perp. - Right.

Good work putting out the fire quickly.

It wasn't us.

- Then who? - It was the perpetrator.

He came back here?

The fire went out by itself. He made sure only the woman burned.

Do you see this?

That's a universal sorbent, number five.

We use it to deal with flammable spills or larger fires.

Is it hard to come by?

No, only the victim was doused in gasoline.

The scene and that prop here were covered with fireproof granulate.

The resulting fire had nowhere to go,

so it only enveloped the victim and stopped.

Did you try to save her?

He stole the extinguisher.

We came back not a minute later, but the fire had already burned out.

She was already dead?

In case of a fire, people rarely die of skin burns.

More often than not it's the screaming.

If you catch fire, there's still a chance you'll live

as long as you don't breathe.

But if you try to scream and take a deep breath,

you inhale the gasoline fumes, and your throat and lungs catch fire.

She died because she opened her mouth to scream.

What about before somebody set her ablaze?

- No screams? - I didn't hear anything.

Maybe your singing drowned her out?

She couldn't scream.

Her vocal cords were cut.

We've managed to obtain the recording.

Do I still have to take that guy downtown for a description?

- What recording? - Here you go.

The police are desperately searching for this man.

Their worst fears have become reality.

Here, in the Wrocław Opera,

the Butcher has committed his third murder.

The police are asking for help with identifying the victim.

We still don't know the name of the woman in the picture.

If you recognize her, please contact the police immediately.

We've gotten so many calls the line is down.

People recognized Bogumiła Zych.

The unsinkable Bogusia.

"Director of Wrocław Treasury,

Bogumiła Z. has been cleared of all bribery charges.

She was suspected of accepting compensation

for turning a blind eye to the illegal activity of eleven companies.

There wasn't enough evidence to prosecute her."

Hold this down.

CORRUPT

- Good morning. - Hello.

He moved his leg.

He'll be up and about in no time, calling you names.

Don't wait, organize rehab as soon as possible.

Calling me names?

When I woke up, I screamed at the doctors in German.

I barely knew the language.

How is that possible?

The brain can't regenerate,

but the parts that function can compensate for the damage.

Information, such as a foreign language heard in a movie,

is stored in our heads.

A sleeper expels it uncontrollably.

He moved his toe.

Go to him. Speak as you would normally.

You're the only person that can bring him back.

Jarek.

My beloved.

Darling, we're here.

Me and Maciuś.

- We know that you're in there. - Thank you.

We'll wait for you, my darling.

We'll wait for as long as necessary.

Please.

Wake up. Remember that we love you.

We need you here, with us.

As a student, I used to come here to concentrate.

- Did it help? - It still does.

What can you tell me about the victims?

Not much.

Exactly.

Three victims from different backgrounds,

different social and financial standings.

Once we understand his choice of victims, we'll catch him.

And if he chooses them randomly on the web?

He could've easily read about the unsinkable Boguśka.

But not about his first two victims.

The answer is somewhere in their pasts.

We need to check every enemy they had.

A pattern may emerge.

Catch.

There!

Do you get the impression he's controlling our every move?

Why show himself in the opera?

Maybe he wanted to introduce himself.

So he wants to get caught.

Stop here, I'll grab some groceries.

- Do you want something? - No, thanks.

Thanks.

- Yes? - Are you alone?

- In the fucking room or romantically? - Yes or no will suffice.

- Yes. - Exit the room.

- Where should I go? - To the chief's office.

Don't speak to anybody.

What is this, fucking charades? Tell me what this is about.

The perp is in the grounds.

- Where are you heading? - To the archive.

I thought you may be hungry.

- Want me to buy something for you? - No, Felu, thanks.

Helena.

Are you okay?

They're expecting you.

Is it Felu?

We got a call from the central bureau 15 minutes ago.

Warsaw didn't send anybody over.

Iwona Bogacka doesn't exist.

How did that woman walk into our station?

She falsified an order and nobody questioned its validity.

Police, freeze!

I came as soon as I heard.

Is anybody there? Help!

Help me!

- But why? - To find out what we know.

She took a big risk.

She was looking for something.

- It's her. - Track her location.

Too late.

Where are you?

Step away from the window and lie on the ground.

Get down!

SLANDERER

Block all the exits!

- Have you seen a woman leaving? - Yes, a second ago.

The same van appeared at exactly 4:01 p.m.

There's a man inside.

So she moved freely around a station full of police officers

without arousing any suspicion?

These containers are usually full of dirty laundry.

Police officers see them twice a week.

How do criminals know these things?

From the web.

Okay then.

Print out her picture and start combing through the city.

That won't work.

- How many cameras do we have? - Seventeen.

And you're saying not even one has captured her face?

She's wearing a cap the whole time.

She had time to learn how to hide.

She may be smart and know how to avoid cameras,

but she fucked herself by coming here.

- I don't think so. - What do you mean?

When did we realize that headquarters didn't send a profiler?

After an anonymous phone call.

It wasn't our discovery.

Once she was ready, she revealed herself.

She's following a plan.

- They'll fire us for this, right? - Yes.

But before that happens, we'll get her.

Check the surveillance tapes from all the places you visited.

One of the cameras had to capture her.

- She wasn't on the train from Warsaw. - That's all we know?

She didn't even check in at the hotel.

Give her description to a criminal sketch artist.

The thing is that bitch from TV saw me with her.

If we show her face to the public,

it'll seem like the police were harboring a murderer.

Right.

How could you let this happen?

I wasn't the one barking on the news.

Only dogs bark.

Do we know who the victim was?

Want me to release a photo

of a torture victim inside the police station?

Let's focus on finishing her portrait first.

Elongate the face.

Print that.

- Good morning, Helena. - Who are you?

You look very tired.

How would you know?

I'm right behind you.

Don't show the portrait, I know how to find her.

Hey, what are you doing here?

- A guest performance, I'll call you. - Okay.

Leave us alone.

Good morning.

Do you know this woman?

- Magda Drewniak. - Who is she?

The former deputy chief of CBŚ.

In Wrocław?

She's ancient history, got sacked in 2003 because of her past.

She chose the police station for a reason.

You'll help me identify the victim.

Call me once you have her address.

SLANDERER

That's Darek Szcześniak, my former chief from CBŚ.

- And Magda Drewniak's superior? - Yes.

- Why would Drewniak kill him? - It's his testimony that got her sacked.

What did she do to him?

First, his arms and legs were broken

with a heavy hammer, possibly one used for laying down tracks.

She brought him into the station alive.

He died from a single blow to the larynx

that severed his spinal cord.

WE'VE GOT HER ADDRESS

- Step away from the door! - Hit it!

Police!

Let's go.

Who are you?

Alicja Drewniak.

- Magda Drewniak is your daughter? - Yes, what happened?

Leave us.

Relax, don't be afraid.

- Don't fret. - Don't be afraid.

- Relax. - Where's your daughter?

- She's working. - Where?

In Warsaw.

Going for a trip?

We need to move out by Monday.

Your daughter appreciates local history?

She loves this city. History was her second field of studies.

- What was the first? - Law.

- Easy now. - Are they sick?

Magda and her husband had conflicting genes.

Lenka and Bartuś were both born with spinal myositis.

Her husband left her with nothing, flew away to Ireland.

And the kids' treatment amounts to over 40,000 zloty a year.

Yeah.

The drug that counters the symptoms of myositis...

Can you guess how much it costs?

Five hundred and forty thousand... euros!

Euros!

Per child.

- With no reimbursement. - Why are you moving out?

We're not moving out, we're being evicted.

- Why? - Because of our debts.

Please, tell me, has Magda done something?

I'll need some answers first.

Look at this photo, don't show it to the kids.

Was Magda thrown off the force because of this man?

Magda worked for the militia in 1989.

She was mainly stuck behind a desk doing paperwork.

In time, she was supposed to replace Szcześniak,

but before that happened, he smeared her name.

According to his testimony, she played a role in a fatal beating

of a politically involved student.

They threw her out.

Took away all her rights a year before her retirement.

Director of Treasury?

After losing her job as a policewoman, Magda began working

for the Wrocław Department of Treasury.

She discovered her boss was intentionally destroying evidence,

holding several criminal cases back

so they pass the statute of limitations.

She decided to come forward

and make the Ministry of Finance aware of her crimes.

They organized some kind of an investigative committee...

which blamed Magda for whistle-blowing!

She was interrogated behind a glass window

for all her colleagues to see her.

They made a show of kicking her out!

She described the situation to Jagielski but never received a response.

- Jagielski, the Prime Minister? - That's right.

My God.

He's an acquaintance of Magda's.

From technical school.

After Magda lost her job in the Department of Treasury,

we fell deeper and deeper into debt.

We took out loans.

This is the man that convinced us to bet our money!

He said he had a sure thing! He even made all the arrangements for us.

The moment his horse lost, he started charging us interest!

The butcher's foreman?

Magda couldn't find a job.

They offered her a position preparing meat.

Every day she worked for 14 hours.

She stopped speaking to me.

Her health began to fade.

These children have to be treated!

Twelve minutes to 6 p.m.

Who's the evictor?

Targosz.

Roman Targosz.

The oppressor.

Ask the secretary where he is.

The debt collector's jogging near the promenade.

OPPRESSOR

Police, stand back!

She went that way.

No. 39-200, the perp is hiding inside an abandoned building near city port.

Inform the counter-terrorism unit.

Spread out.

We were worried sick, sweetheart.

I think she sedated me.

It's been two hours. What did that bitch do to you?

Whatever it was, something stopped her.

She dumped me like garbage.

What is it?

CROOK

Let's not panic because someone sent a picture.

- We get a lot of those. - Not someone, the killer.

The same one that killed five people since Monday.

At 5:30 p.m. tomorrow, the PM will attend a motorcycle race

at the Olympian Stadium.

You should at least consider canceling this trip.

- No chance, he loves motorcycles. - And comes from Wrocław.

According to one definition, a terrorist is someone

who did everything in their power to negotiate.

Our woman contacted the PM 23 times, pleading for help.

Left without an answer, she decided to kill five people.

Maybe you should try prosecuting the PM?

Who are you?

Voicing such opinions can only do harm.

Soon, we're up for reelection.

The Prime Minister can't have anything to do with this case.

There's no real risk.

Our analysts say the probability of an attempt on his life is around 3.8%.

I don't how they came up with that number, but that woman is always a step ahead.

Be ready for anything,

even a UFO landing on the stadium tomorrow.

I know why she held me for two hours.

She made a recording. It's on my cell.

What?

Not so long ago, not more than 300 years in the past,

the royal subjects could trust their ruler to keep the order

and hand out justice to any evildoer that deserves it.

Just like you, I'm from Wrocław...

Prime Minister.

You've made promises during your campaign.

You were supposed to help people like me.

In your manifesto, you swore...

to uphold law and order.

The citizens were supposed to be able to depend on you

each time the law is broken.

But you're nothing but a crook...

that likes having his boots licked.

It was your incapability that made me seek out justice for myself.

What the fuck are you doing?

That's crucial evidence.

As of now, Homeland Security is in charge of this investigation.

The race will be attended by the PM,

a great admirer of motorcycle sports from Wrocław.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Edward Jagielski,

who has come here for the race.

Ladies and gentlemen,

today the Prime Minister celebrates his 46th birthday.

A hundred years may he live

A hundred years may he live

Son of a bitch.

Once more may he live a hundred years

Long may he live

On this occasion, the WTS Sparta motorcycle team

prepared a very special gift.

A beautiful golden helmet.

What the fuck is this?

What's going on? We need to evacuate him this instant!

I've just been informed the PM had to leave the stadium.

We don't know the reason yet.

A pen drive for the Prime Minister.

It got pretty messy up here, didn't it?

Sorry, but it's me again...

Prime Minister.

She sells sea shells on the...

Fuck.

Okay, fuck it. Let's roll.

Homeland Security made a gruesome discovery.

The golden helmet, intended as a gift for the PM,

contained the severed head of Magdalena D.,

wanted in connection with the five murders

that were committed in Wrocław last week.

According to unofficial sources, a pen drive was found with the head

that contained a message from the murderer to Edward Jagielski.

Although Homeland Security denies this is the case,

we've received a copy of said pen drive.

We've decided to broadcast the footage found on it

as it sheds a new light on the case.

Now then, Prime Minister...

why won't you visit my family's home

and explain to my children why they lost their mother.

Tell them...

that I was wrong in pursuing justice on my own

because you've done nothing wrong.

Look deep into their eyes and swear it was all my fault.

Blame me for being slandered and ousted.

Blame me for not having the money to pay for my children's medication.

Blame me for getting evicted.

The full 21 minutes of the footage

will be broadcast just after the news.

In it, the killer professes the motives behind her actions,

stating that she was forced to murder five people

because of Prime Minister Edward Jagielski.

These were not victims, she claims,

but wrongdoers that fully deserved their fate.

According to the first comments on the Internet,

Magda D. is a victim of circumstance for which Jagielski is partially to blame.

Who killed Magda D. and placed her head in the helmet,

a birthday gift for the PM,

still remains a mystery.

Spread out!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about what happened to your partner, Bronson.

I would do anything to change it.

Stop spouting out nonsense, you've killed five people.

Who did I kill?

A sadist that tormented me, held me in a freezer for hours?

A race track loan-shark

who tried to sell my children to pedophiles?

A corrupt treasury official

that left my family penniless and hungry?

What about the policeman?

He ruined my life for his career.

The debt collector laughed as he left my children homeless.

You left your children without a mother.

You'll never see them as a free woman again.

I'm not going to prison.

You really think we won't catch you?

If you caught me, I'd be behind bars.

But it won't happen.

Do you know who a terrorist really is?

Someone who did everything in their power to negotiate.

I've tried everything.

You'll free yourself easily.

I've used a double looped figure eight.

The people and Jagielski need to know why I've killed.

The pen drive contains my whole story.

I've taken out a huge life-insurance policy.

The insurance company will refuse payment if I commit suicide.

This money can buy medicine for my sick children

and provide them with a house.

You'll help me get it.

- Why the fuck would I? - You owe me.

For what?

Thanks to me, you understood you can do it.

Do fucking what?

Get even with your fiancée's killer!

I know your plan.

I've been tailing you for a year. I saw.

That's why I've chosen you.

Check the cell, you'll know what to do with my head.

Thanks.

Helena? Come over, Bronson has just woken up!

Hello?

Easy...

Calm down, mister Jarek.

There you are.

Everything will be fine, mister Jarek.

What's wrong?

I know why she held me for two hours.

She made a recording.

It's on my cell.

Not so long ago,

not more than 300 years in the past,

the royal subjects could trust their ruler to keep the order.

What the fuck are you doing?

That's crucial evidence.

As of now, Homeland Security is in charge of this investigation.

Tickets, please. Show me the bag.

Routine check.

Go ahead.

- What are you doing here? - I just love motorcycles.

I could show you a couple of stunts.

We'll be right there.

- Message for you. - Thanks.

Sorry, but it's me again...

Prime Minister.

Yes!

The golden helmet, intended as a gift for the PM,

contained the severed head of Magdalena D.,

wanted in connection with the five murders

that were committed in Wrocław last week.

According to unofficial sources, a pen drive was found with the head

that contained a message from the murderer to Edward Jagielski.

For fuck's sake.

We've decided to broadcast the footage

as it sheds a new light on the case.

Now then, Prime Minister...

Are you that policewoman who stopped the horse?

- Yeah. - May I take a picture with you?

Sure thing.

ACQUITTED: DEPUTY MARIAN KULA FOUND NOT GUILTY

OF KILLING A 22-YEAR-OLD

Subtitle translation by Aleksander Kołłajtis