All language subtitles for Znaki S02E01 - Episode 1

Someone murdered a young girl
in cold blood.

This unsolved crime
is a stain on the honor

of the retired policeman,
Dzikowski...

and the obsession of teenage Laura's mother.

Get the blanket!

Years later, another murder
takes place,

and the method of killing is the same.

-Two shots to the heart.
-At close range.

A friend of the local policewoman,
Ada Nieradka, is killed.

I shouldn’t have waited with the
search.

Her husband Blazej was arrested.

Jesus Christ,
what do I have to do with this?

However, there was no conclusive evidence
of his guilt.

How did you know?

-I saw it.
-Where?

The case was investigated
by the new head of the local police.

My dad.

Police Commissioner Michal Trela.

Has it?

A detailed investigation
was problematic for the mayor.

Fine, but officially
no one was anything.

He didn’t want anyone to find out

that in the mine of
precious melaphyre...

there was a mass grave
of concentration camp prisoners.

Can you imagine the shit storm
if this comes out?

This city needs new investments,
not a cemetery.

The parish priest of Sowie Doly
was also involved

in solving these grim crimes.

For his help, priest Roman
paid the highest price.

Eternal damnation.

I can’t deal with this,
you understand?

The mayor's daughter, Agata,
with her boyfriend and her friend,

took part in illegal fights.

I made friends with Agata.

And I will love you.

I lost control.

I made a mistake.

I'm not a fucking dyke.

Martyna was shot through the heart.

They are evil.
It’s not your fault.

Jonasz is very well respected
in Sowie Doly.

No one knew if he was a mystic
or a clever con man.

Those are just innocent lies.

One thing was certain.

He had enormous influence
in this city.

Ask the Lord your God for a sign.

Apart from journalists,
the town also attracted

adventure seekers and
Nazi treasure hunters.

The stakes were high.

Hidden somewhere in Sowie Doly
are plans of a superweapon

that could change the world.

Until the very end the Mayor
believed his plans would succeed.

He was punished for his greed.

My dad became obsessed with
solving this case.

To get to the truth
he was ready to break the law.

The culprit he suspected,
a retired policeman,

committed suicide.

It was the beginning of a nightmare.

It was then that Sobczyk
kidnapped me.

Time stopped.

I died.

OCTOBER 21, 1945
(TAPE FOUND BY ELIZA)

SIGNS

MISSING PERSON
Nina Trela

“If we confess our sins,

he is faithful and just
and will forgive us our sins

and purify us
from all unrighteousness..."

Almighty Father,
one in the Holy Trinity,

I know that I have disobeyed You

and my sin
has pulled me away from You.

I humbly beg for forgiveness.

Please, open the door
for me again

and I will walk through it
as Your servant

with a pure heart
filled with love.

Please fill me with Your Holy Spirit
and forgive my sins.

Lord help me.

Lord help me.

You want a break?

Here?

It’s beautiful!

Yeah.

How’s Wiki?

I’ll check.

Holy shit, pigs.

Have you seen Trela lately?

But you live with him.

I don’t feel like talking to him.

How can you be mad at him,
he lost his daughter.

I know, Sobczyk. I know.

Did you know Osinska got promoted
to District for cracking the case?

Maybe Dzikowski didn’t do it?

But where is Nina?

-I'm sorry to say this, but--
-But what?

Dzikowski took her somewhere,

and when he shot himself
he took his secret to the grave.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

-Dad?
-Yes?

We need to get you
some help, okay?

You’re exaggerating.

We’re doing fine.

We’re what? There’s no fucking "we!"
I’m doing everything!

Agatka, how can I
get help now, eh?

You know that it’s expensive.

First I have to
pay off these debts.

But when I win the next election,
we’ll move back into a house.

How will winning help?
You’re not getting a raise anyway.

After the elections, we’ll have
many opportunities to earn money.

Let’s stay calm.

We need to take it slow or
we’ll piss off the voters.

Am I right, eh?

Excuse me, are you Mr. Paszke?

That’s right.

Good morning, my name is Twerski.

I represent
an American consulting company.

We would like to contribute
to your campaign, so to speak.

As in give me money?

If you prefer
to use this term, then yes.

That’s really nice of you,
really nice.

But you see,
I don’t need help.

Besides,

say you fund my campaign,
and then, after the elections

you’ll want favors from me, right?

Look...

I've had the pleasure
of working with such wise guys.

Look where it got me.

Besides...

I've been winning for twenty years.

In the last elections,
there was no one else.

All you did was mark
"Yes" or "No."

But now someone else is running.

Mr...

Twerski.

Twerski.

To me, that candidate is like
a plastic bottle to a road roller.

Do you mind?
I can’t, you know.

Thank you
and have a nice day.

As you wish.

Blazej?

I need to print something out.

I wanted to repay it
after next paycheck.

You’re lucky
the top brass didn’t see you.

If you wanna steal something,
run it by me first, you moron.

The fuck you need it for?

Everyone in the warehouse
is making fun of you.

I don’t want to be
stuck here forever.

Nobody does. Myself included.

And what of it?

Bye, honey!

Can we get the fuck out of here?

You call this a walk?

We’re low on isopropanol.

Already?

No. We can do one more batch,
but we need more for tomorrow.

-Anything else?
-Mercury nitrate.

We should start working on it.

This has to wait because
it’s problematic.

Okay.

Your sister’s waiting outside.

What the heck does she want?

-What's up?
-It’s about dad. I need your help.

-What about him?
-You fucking know what.

-His accident in the quarry.
-How's it my problem?

Because he’s your fucking father.

Sis, you can save that
pity talk for your girlfriends.

You could’ve left him, traveled somewhere.

You wanted to be Mother Teresa,
so now deal with it.

-You're a prick, you know that?
-I had the best teacher.

Okay, fine, fine, wait.

At least give me some money.

Get a job.

What? Does Jonasz know
you steal his product?

Put it away.

Bye.

Fuck me.

We have to call the police.

-It was an accident.
-I know.

We have no choice.

It was an accident.

Help me.

What are you doing?
My hands are fine.

What is this crap?

Eat.

Sorrel soup.

Only two things are powerful:

The sword and the spirit.

The sword always
succumbs to the spirit.

-Good evening.
-There you are, darling!

Wonderful.

Thank you very much,
we’ll be fine now.

Agatka, please make sure
your dad eats the sorrel soup.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Do me a favor, honey,
flush this crap down the toilet.

Who brought me here?

I did.

I don’t need a babysitter.

I need you to pay the rent
and be my boss at work.

Because of you, I have three times
as much work at the station.

You think booze and posters
will help you find your daughter?

Phone is ringing!

Mommy, the phone!

You’re scaring the animals
with this car.

-What’s so urgent?
-You wanna know?

Your idea didn’t work.

Paszke's sure he’ll win
and doesn’t give a shit about us.

Really? I thought people
get decent as they age.

Then don’t think!

So...

does this break
the seal of confession or not?

I wish this was a matter of
a simple yes-or-no answer.

But it's not physics.

We can’t measure
and describe everything.

It's like
trying to answer the question:

"What is love?"

I’m sorry, Your Excellency,
but I disagree.

Canon law
has its own strict rules.

Yes, and no.

Please remember
that in the modern world,

priesthood faces many challenges.

Relativity of truth,
moral chaos...

Is Your Excellency
trying to fob me off?

Of course not.

But I can’t give a straight answer
to your question.

The answer is here.

You must find it, Reverend.

And please remember
our true calling.

To help.

I think this should always
be the central goal...

of the priestly ministry.

So what’s this urgent matter, Chief?

You’re taking me home.

-This isn’t a cab.
-Go!

Seatbelt.

Fuck!

Get a grip, Chief.

Ada really needs help.

We all need help.

What’s all this for?

Nina is dead,
nothing will bring her life back.

What did you say?

Nina is dead.

Chief, get in!
I’ll take you home!

Fuck off!

Good morning.

Please vote for me,
Blazej Nieradka.

I think you got two copies,
that’s all right.

Good morning. Please vote for me,
Blazej Nieradka.

I’d appreciate it.
Have a nice day!

-You too!
-Thanks.

-Good morning.
-Morning.

Blazej Nieradka,
please vote for me.

Is this you?

Yes, it is.

I’m running for office because
I think we need changes.

I think so too.

Kaja.

-Blazej, nice to meet you.
-Likewise.

How is it going?

Good.

-I’m on a roll.
-Do you have time tonight?

Good morning!

Thank you very much for your offer,
it’s extremely generous.

Really, it’s nothing.

Can I speak my mind?

Yes, of course, go ahead.

I understand that
in exchange for financial support

for my campaign, you expect
something in return?

Only if you succeed.

What do you mean?

If you lose, you don’t have to
pay me back.

I don’t even need the money
if you win.

This is not about money.

What is it about then?

A favor.

I’m afraid you’ll have to
be more clear.

I understand.

INVESTIGATION FILES

ARCHIVE

Answer it!

Hello?

No, that's all right.
Yes, go ahead.

Sure.

What?

But why?

I thought ten thousand copies
was a big order for you.

Who?

Wait a minute,
what you did is laughable.

This conversation is over!
Goodbye, sir.

What happened?

The printing house called.
I need to find another one.

They won’t print my leaflets.
You fucking know why?

Guess who ordered
fifty thousand copies?

-Who?
-Blazej.

He can afford it?

I don’t know but that’s
a very good question.

Here.

Dear God.

My beloved daughter,
how are things with you?

We will have mayoral elections.

I wonder if Antos wins again.

Lord Jesus Christ,
I beg you, please...

Give me back my daughter,
so we can be together.

LAURA
BLAWATSKA

Come, I'll take you to the farm.

Fuck me.

Good night, prince.

-Mommy...
-Laura!

-Laura.
-Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy.

My baby...