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THE PLAGUES OF BRESLAU

Hey, babe.

Have you ever been gang-banged?

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.
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.

Limo.

The leather came from a Limousin 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 later.

Well, that rules out foreigners.

DEGENERATE

Awesome fucking nickname.

This hide came off a purebred Limousin.

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 need papers

and ID numbers, they're all 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.

Mr. District Attorney?

Go wait at a buffet,
I'll call you once I'm finished.

No need.

I'll just observe...

Right, maybe I'll go grab a bite.

STOP. DISINFECT YOUR HANDS.

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 tranquillizer was used

or if the victim felt everything.

He lay there unable to move.

The sun shone brightly.

The leather started shrinking rapidly.

Massive internal haemorrhaging occurred.

His circulatory system failed,

and the heart stopped,

and that was curtains for him.

Do you hear how this sounds?

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

A very methodical whack-job.

Only one place
sells Limousin 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's happened before,
he disappears from time to time.

A regular 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 litres of water

and then kept them
from going for 12 hours.

Every day, he kicked us and abused us.

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

I almost died of pneumonia.

Has he fired anybody recently?

Recently?
He terminated someone every 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 butchering.

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 sewn shut around the victim.

Sorry, allergies. Um...

The leather hide
shrunk under direct sunlight

and crushed the victim.

However,
the perpetrator made several mistakes.

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

He'll skin him? That's rich!

Run!

No. 39-200 calling Bronson.

Bronson here.

There’s a horse running through
the city centre, head there.

- Who?
- A horse!

The fuck should I care?
Did it murder 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.

Ah!

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. 39-200, it's a racehorse.
The loud noises only excite it more.

Tell everyone 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. Shh.

Easy now, it's over.

Keep taping, maybe it'll kick her.

Shh. Easy, it's okay...

Take him.

Bronson to Helena.

I'm here.

I've located the horse.

Nice, considering
I’m right 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. 39-200, a horse
just trampled four officers.

Medical assistance needed
in 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!
Put away that cell phone!

Turn off those sirens, 39-200!

This dramatic day will go down
in Wrocław history...

The 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.

Uh, something happen?

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.

Halinka...

- Mr. District Attorney!
- I'll be right there.

Did he wake up?

POSTAL SERVICE

- It's for the chief.
- Thanks.

CHIEF POLICE COMMISSIONER, WARSAW

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 central 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.

That 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.

So everyone can legally buy

black gunpowder at 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.

In front of each window

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

Two ropes led 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.

So, 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 it was gunpowder
that 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 disk.

- What?
- You deaf or dumb?

You crazy?

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 disk?

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 6:00 p.m.

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

Around 6:00 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 hear of the Week of Plagues?

When 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 was cleansed

of its worst plagues.

Degeneracy,

pillaging,

bribery,

slander,

oppression and deviousness.

He created the Week of Plagues.

Every day at 6:00 p.m.,

Breslau's executioner
publicly tortured and killed a person

found guilty of one of those crimes.

And so...

the degenerates died on Monday,

pillagers on Tuesday,

and so on.

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

Four.

Sunday's are 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'd like to meet him.

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

I know.

Hey, what are you doing here?

- I'm a guest star, 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 got 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

how 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.

Remember, first, above all else,

the doctors are giving him no chance.

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.

But you dropped the charges.

What would you have done?

You don't help anybody.

Helena.

A beautiful name.

Want to switch?

I went through hell with it
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.

The situation is under control...

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 political immunity.

All testimonies were withdrawn,

and his blood test results
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 public?

He wants each crime to be spectacular.

It's about publicity.

He's showing he's smarter than us.

So far, he's right.

I'll see you at 6:00 p.m.

One question is on everybody's mind.

Will the Breslau Executioner,

as we came to call him,
kill another person before 6:00 p.m.?

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

Well...

I would advise...

vigilance.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

DEGENERATE - MONDAY

SLANDERER - THURSDAY

KEEP QUIET IN THE READING ROOM

Fire! Fire!

Where's the extinguisher? Help!

Calling all vehicles, 39-267.

A woman was set ablaze
in the opera house on Świdnicka Street.

We need to immediately evacuate...

Iwona,
somebody's on fire at the opera house!

Get to Świdnicka Street!

- 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?

I work the trap door under the stage!
I saw a guy wearing a mask.

I thought he was 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?

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

Do you see this?

Class five universal sorbent.

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 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 Executioner 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 identified 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,
cursing you.

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

Why would he curse at me?

When I woke up, I spat and
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. 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.

Oh!

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 go grab some groceries.

- Do you want something?
- No, thanks.

Thanks.

- Yes?
- Are you alone?

In this fucking room
or in life generally?

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 here.

- Where are you heading?
- To the archive.

I thought you may be hungry.

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

Helena.

Are you okay?

They're expecting you.

Is it Felu?

We got a call from HQ 15 minutes ago.

Warsaw never sent anybody over.

Iwona Bogacka doesn't exist.

How did that woman walk into our station?

She falsified an order from the CBŚ
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!

- 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 from the jail.

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 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 have captured her.

MUNICIPAL SURVEILLANCE OFFICE

- 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.

Well, well, well.

How could you let this happen?

I wasn't the one yapping on the news.

Only dogs yap.

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?

- I'm a guest star, I'll call you.
- Okay.

Leave us alone.

Good evening.

Do you know this woman?

- Magda Drewniak.
- Who is she?

My former deputy supervisor at CBŚ.

In Wrocław?

In the old days. They fired her in 2003,
during decommunisation.

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 on a trip?

We need to move out by Monday.

THE HISTORY OF WROCŁAW

Your daughter appreciates local history?

Shh.

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.

And the drug
that stops 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 fired her.

Took away all her rights
a year before her pension.

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 meat packaging plant manager?

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
need money for treatments.

5:48 p.m.

Who's the landlord?

Targosz.

Roman Targosz.

The Oppressor.

Ask the secretary where he is.

The debt collector's jogging
near the promenade.

OPPRESSOR

Ah!

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
has killed five people since Monday.

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

at the Olympic 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.

We're soon 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 deserved 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
and Wrocław native.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome
Prime Minister 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.

Pretty fucked in the head, huh?

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...

please 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 exactly 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,
locked 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 that 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 do the time.

But you won't.

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 that.

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, Mr. Jarek.

There you are.

Everything will be fine, 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: MP MARIAN KULA
FOUND NOT GUILTY

OF KILLING A 22-YEAR-OLD