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I've been thinking about this whole thing...

and I've got an idea.

- Idea?
- Yhym.

Lay it on me.

I think that what happened to Mr.
Morawski's grandson

is more than just someone's
twisted imagination.

I was your driver back then.

You and Morawski used to
visit Bakalarzewska Street.

In my view, those visits made someone boil
on the inside, until they spilled out...

Quite the normal thing in psychology.

Listen,

we have to find the second kidnapper
as soon as possible. Understand?

I do.

Had Wasiluk not died,
this would have been easier...

He knew too much.

You're right, maybe it was a bit too soon.

What about that...

- Kaska girl?
- What about her?

What's up with that?

She was sniffing around with Kruk,

we weren't sure how much she knew.

Besides,

she was hopeless, so it's not much of a loss.

If... If the other guy

wants to get revenge...

Then what?

Then you're next.

Marek,

you have to track him down fast.
Get it?

You will not regret it.

- I have a few questions.
- Go on.

Right.

I need to know the names of
the boys that you... well...

I have to check them, one by one.

Man, how am I supposed
to give you names?

It happened such a long time
ago... I don't remember.

Go through some archives, dig up
pictures, maybe I'll recognize them.

I'll try.
How many were there?

Like I know.
Ten or twenty...

What happened in there?

Why do you need that?

This whole thing has been
boiling inside them for years.

I need to know who spilled out.

So where do I start?

At the beginning.

By the way,

I admire you.

Why?

I don't see you getting stressed over this...

Hana. You think this is my
first encounter with a freak?

Haha. Don't worry.

He can't intimidate me.

Bialystok
January 2018

Done.

Oh, thank you.

Sorry for the mess,
but if you had stayed in Lódz...

You will tell your next woman what to do.

As for me, I'll decide for myself, thank
you very much. Is that alright with you?

I am here. Hello?

What?

What are you thinking about?

Ania, do you keep secrets from me?

Umm, I didn't tell you
everything about myself,

but I could do,

so no, I don't.

And you?

Do you know why I think we
are an awesome marriage?

Look, in this universe, out of seven
billion people, I bumped into you.

And of course we can't tell each
other everything about ourselves,

what goes on within us,

but I have this feeling we are
very close, the two of us.

But talking to one another is great.

- Sometimes...
- ...sometimes.

Hi.

I can't say I'm thrilled to see you,
since you bring bad luck.

Last time you were here a policewoman died.

I hear Tylenda is on leave
and you're supposed to help me.

I need a desk in a separate
room with a lock and key,

as well as all the files concerning
Morawski and the kidnapping.

I want to have it by noon, or else
I'm gonna notify the regional commander.

I'll be waiting in the cafeteria.

How did he get in here?

Hey!

What do you want?

Tea.

Please leave, or I'm going
to call the police.

You know, as I grew up in the countryside,
my grandfather had many dogs.

It only took a minute to realize
which one of them is the ruler,

the master and who is nothing but a peasant.

Go make some tea.
Go.

I am sorry your husband is dead.

Because if he was alive...

Do you know what I would have done
to your husband if he was alive?

I am not responsible for his sins.

Oh, that is a philosophical question.

Is the wife responsible
for her husband's sins?

When she knows what he is up to
but does nothing to stop him.

I don't know what my husband did.

Every wife knows what her husband does.
Every wife.

What do you want?

I came to tell you that without the rope
a bale of hay is nothing but a pile of straw.

Now, I'll be your rope.

In other words,
I'm taking over your business.

I'm taking the trucks,
I'm taking the warehouse.

And you will work for me.

If you don't concede them
to me by the end of the week,

I will do to you and your family
what your husband has done to me.

And now, the most important part.

I want this house.

'Cause you know, when you get
the empire, you get the palace.

Get the hell out!

- Do you need a lift, 'mam?
- I am not a "'mam".

I am a plain old hag.

Oooh, not so fast, because
my head will get dizzy.

And where are you in such a hurry to get to?

I have business to take care of.

Right, sign of the times.

They have business to take care of.

People used to work.

Now they just take care of business.

I thought you only take care of
your business in the toilet! Haha.

What is hurting him?

- It's nothing. Nothing at all.
- But in your soul.

He doesn't believe in souls.
Or God.

He doesn't believe, because
he's from a big city.

Such people don't want to believe,

because it's difficult.

I don't believe in God because
I've seen a lot of evil.

Means he doesn't believe in people.

Because it is people who make evil.

So, what pains his soul?

I guess everything.

Haha. Does he remember mother
singing him lullabies?

No, how could I, I don't.

Haha. He does not remember
because he had a deep sleep.

He slept peacefully because
he heard mother's words.

Let him speak about what is hurting.

Nooo, 'mam, it won't work.

I am not a fool.

But the person who loves you is.

Let him sing.

Or better yet, write a poem about it.

Then it won't hurt so much.

Words help,

because they have power.

- Words are just words.
- Untrue!

Stop there!

Did you hear him?
Words have power!

One word is enough to
stop a huge automobile.

Yesss.

- Are you getting out here?
- Yes,

I am going the opposite way.

Looks like a huge pig running
about, don't you think?

Look, just paint a tail there.

- Focus.
- Me?

I want to talk to your mother-in-law.

Please. This way.
I'll guide you.

Eagle, Eagle come here!

You're nuts!

It came the day Morawski died.
Did you hear?!

209, Reja Street.

There is no such address.
Did you hear?

No such address!

Maybe it came from
"there is no such address"?

Don't say you don't remember.

Eagle, fuck, focus, focus.

I know that smell.

Of course you do.
From where? Where?

What does it remind you of?

- Dark stairs... And the smell...
- The smell of an old pantry... yes...

- ...and the smell after dinner.
- What was for dinner, hm?

Hardboiled eggs...

...in horseradish sauce, disgusting ones and
compote. Do you remember that greasy compote?

And the greasy, unpleasant
smell in the pantry...

Everything was sticky there.
Everything.

The kitchen, the tops, the table...

- A sweaty shirt.
- ...Sadko.

This smell didn't match that place at all.

- So luxurious.
- Foreign.

Damn, I didn't know
I would remember it at all.

30 years ago,

In the hall,

that day...

You smelled it, didn't you?

You felt it.

You did.

Now, tell me why someone
sent him this perfume?

Think.

Because he knew this smell like we did.
He knew that Morawski was using it.

Bravo.

This package came on his birthday,
cologne for my husband.

His favourite?

Yes, was, years ago.

Do you recognize this signature?

No.

But what does this have to do
with Zygmunt's death?

That's what I'm looking into.

I think I know who sent it.

Really?

There was a guy who really wanted
to buy the warehouse from Zygmunt.

And then Zygmunt firmly said "no".

And this man said he would send us a present.

They call him

Ruski.

There was a guy, a mere thug.

When he died, a second thug appeared
who wanted to take over his business.

The wife of the first thug was so scared
that she would be left with nothing,

that she was able to lie to the police.

Just to have them take care of
her competitors, so to speak.

And the police couldn't really find
the kidnapper and rapist of her grandson.

You see what fear does to people.

Ooooo, Szyyymooon.

I felt bad you only came for
a short visit last time,

so now I am visiting you.
Ohhh.

But I will have to go to work soon...

Oooh, Saturday? Naaah.

We'll make some chicken soup

and everything will be alright.

I am not sick.

Well, neither are you well?

Let him akt down
and have a word with me.

I hear your father died...

He did stupid things, so he died.

What is it?

Why does he need this spectacle?

Because, unlike you, he doesn't want
to put a pedophile behind bars.

He wanted to tie him to a hook
and drag him down the gravel.

It would hurt him longer than simply dying.

It sounds familiar.

How do I know them?
How do I know it, how do I know it...

Desk, window... this is the room.

Have you seen father after that last fight?

Yes, he visited me.

He also brought a hen and made chicken soup.

I wasn't there and when I came
back he was sitting at the table.

Like bees without stings...

You asked to come so I came...

The perfume was the trigger.

It reminded the boy of the trauma.

Because he also had it.
Same way.

What do you think was hanging there?

He lived at the Morawski's.

He recreated his entire room.

You will take my shoes.

And what do I need them for?

Tomorrow night,

you'll take the shoes, a blanket

and a gold medallion.

And if the police come to you,

you'll keep them for
at least forty-eight hours.

And why would the police have to come to me?

Do you want to help me?

- I do.
- Then you'll keep them for forty-eight hours.

When Morawski's grandson vanished, Tylenda
ordered these windows to be checked.

Did you see if anyone lived there?

Hey, slow down, slow down. When I find
it, I'll say. I can't remember now.

Drop by tomorrow.

Listen, listen, fuck, tomorrow I will
come here with Internal Office,

because you are obstructing
the investigation.

Check it out for me, so to speak, okay?

Fine.

And what were you talking about?

Nothing important.

So you don't know what daddy wanted from you?

He didn't want anything.

Since '92, there have been three
renovations in this house.

Someone was staying there?

A housekeeper lived there permanently.

There was a different one
before her, until 2008.

But in 2004 a boy live there for three
years, until he turned eighteen.

His father went to jail.
Morawski took care of the boy.

- His name was...
- Szymon Wasiluk.

Yeah, son of the Wasiluk we know well.

When the old man went to jail, junior was
sent to the orphanage at Bakalarzewska Street.

Morawski took him from there.

Maybe he was a distant relative.

And you, Szymon,
what do you want for yourself?

I have a few dreams.

And what are they?

That the world becomes a better place,

more beautiful.

- I have to go see the pigeons.
- Stay!

Talk to me for a bit.

You don't answer your phone
and at the police station

they said that you have
been away for a few days.

What's... happening?

Well, you know... This and that.
Sit down. Tea?

How is Rafalek?

He won't go to school.
We are not pushing him.

Szymon drops by once a week
to help him catch up.

- Szymon Wasiluk?
- Mhmh.

He's an awful drunk.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Had to be sent to a facility several times.

Even the night Rafalek was kidnapped.

Szymon was at the drunk tank?

When I was coming home from church in the
evening, I saw him bustling around his house.

Wait, what do you mean he was bustling?

Just hold your leg straight.
Otherwise it will hurt more.

So, one more time.

Just do it properly,
so that we don't have to do it again.

Ruski came to my place.

After all, Zygmunt had various
dealings with him, so he came.

Stasiek,

you were Zygmunt's closest friend,
you built this together.

But it's no longer there, understand?

Zygmunt is dead.
And the way he died, it wasn't a coincidence.

Someone else must have been
behind Rafal's abduction. Get it?

I really need to find
that motherfucker first.

I can't help you yet.

I have something else on my plate.

But you know, now...

I have the keys to Zygmunt's desk.

Really?
And what have you found there?

Documents.

Did you know that there's a
safe in the other room...

- Yeah...
- ...with plenty of documents.

For every one document you have,
I have two of my own.

Anka, pack your stuff,
draw the money and leave.

Marek, listen to me.
I think I know who the other kidnapper is.

It's Szymon Wasiluk.

He was detained when it all happened.

Motherfucker lied to us.
Listen.

You'll have to keep him quiet...
You know, well...

Neither quiet nor loud.

But what do you mean, huh?

I mean that I won't do it.
Just like that.

I'm not your dog.

I won't go after Szymon.

Find someone else.

Fuck, you will regret this, Marek...
You'll see that you will regret it.

We will see about that.

Borowiecki?

I do know you are ambitious.

I have been underestimating you lately, but...
But you know that

I know how to thank people, right?

Now, listen to me carefully.

I will have an undercover mission for you.

Do you know what I mean?

Mhmmmm.

I'll give you two guys that you
can totally trust. All right?

Szymon?!

Where are you, Szymon?!

In the attic!

- Hi Szymon.
- Hi Zdzichu.

Why are you scaring people?

Do you need me to get
drunk and get locked up?

- Thirsty?
- Thirsty.

Well, not today...

But do have a beer.

Listen.

When you skin a rabbit,
it comes off easily, right?

Yeah...

Because the leg is thin and you are
pulling off a few centimeters.

If the leg's longer,
would it be done differently?

How long is it?

Mmmm, let's say this big.

Look,

thanks to him, I know that this is Morawski.

- Szymon Wasiluk is a thug.
- Of course.

Sure.

Only, you know, I'm wondering. Aren't these
two stories, ours and his, very much alike...

- Maybe.
- And... if,

hypothetically, you know,
there were more of these perverts.

And they were Morawski's pals,

so to speak, maybe Szymon
Wasiluk has them on his list.

And?

Let him finish the job.

Are you insane?
He's a psycho.

- Let him finish the job, ok?
- No.

Let him punish them.

- Let him punish them.
- Fuck off. Fuck off, I said.

Damn. You're fucked up, let me go!!
Fuck off, let me go!!

Pass him!
Stop!

Stop, I say!
Stop!

Fuuuuuck!!!!

Fuuuuuck!!!!

The plan's through, unfortunately.

I'll have to come up with something new.

Pity... Hm.

And I had it all thought out.

Of course it's not that the
plan can't be changed.

Jesus, Jesus, please, please.

The other one had a deliberate plan,
so adequate to the situation,

and now chaos crept in.
Such makeshift...

Ohh, fuu... Aahhaaaaa!!!
Aaaa!!! AAA.

Get up!

Get up!

It's all too simple.

Pure bullshit.
Temporary.

Put this on your leg.

Wait, wait...

What are you... fuck...

Fuck!

Don't scream, I'm sure
it doesn't hurt so much.

Wait...wait, wait... I will tell you,
I will tell you who sent me here.

I know who sent you.

Stanislaw...
Do something!

Move your ass, just this once!

Don't just sit around!
Come on!

Ewa, Ewa, what are you doing?!

Come back!

Tell your mommy that in three days
you are supposed to be out of here.

I will.

Staszek, do you have a driver's licence?

Because I'm looking for a truck driver.

Do you want to work for me?

Szymon?
What are you doing here?

You made a face like Morawski.

When Rafalek shoved the
skewer into his stomach.

You know,

I thought Rafal would hate his grandfather

because of the smell of his perfume, but...

killing him, I didn't see that coming.

Put it on.

But, but listen... I... I have money.

A lot of, lots of, lots of hidden money.

I'll give them to you, do you understand?

- On your feet.
- But...

But, but...let's think of
an agreement, Szymon...

And your hands on your back.

Listen... listen to me carefully.

It,.. that was Morawski, not me.

He was, he was, he was the one who
organized it, please understand, Szymon.

Really, it wasn't me...Szymon!

Come, come, come.
You know,

I have to tell you that I regret
the death of Mr. Morawski.

Come here, go on.

Somehow it was too easy, too fast.

And I didn't want you to die too fast.

Szymon, for God's sake...
What... what do you want to do man?

Szymon, leave me.

Haaaah, don't you worry.

Get in.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Kaponow.
- Yes?

Brother, it takes care of itself.

So, let's grab some fried sausage?

With onion, mustard...

So that's a no?

Still feel the warm ass.

Mr. Morawski was very demanding.

Lessons, additional classes.

The bed had to always be made perfectly.

What a savage I was when I moved in.

Zip up here.

Zip up.

Of course it was good that
Mr. Morawski was so demanding.

I graduated from university.

I am a teacher.

Although, if I were a primitive
savage like my father, then maybe

everything that happened

would be indifferent to me.

Removing the skin is not easy.

It would be best to treat it
with boiling water first.

And there's no boiling water anywhere here.

But, mmmmh,

maybe I'll take this wire, to stabilize you.

Kruk, it's good to see you, Kruk.

Help me.

Kruk, help me.

This, this motherfucker wanted,

he wanted to skin me.
Do you understand?

Fuck, he wanted to take my skin off.
You understand, he wanted to take my skin off.

Help me, Kruk.

He, he, he's got a key in his pocket,
Kruk, in his pocket.

Open, Kruk.

Release me, come on.

Kruk.

Take me down, Kruk, come on, help me, Kruk.

When I was at Bakalarzewska
Street for a month,

everyone was talking about a boy
who wanted to fuck up all them motherfuckers.

He was our idol.

They transferred him,
but everyone said he would come back.

If not now, then when he turned eighteen.

That he would come back to
Bialystok and get them.

When idols fail, you have to become
your own idol.

Tylenda was the Head of the
Regional Precinct in Bialystok.

According to the police, all
the murders are related to

the likely existence of a paedophile net,
that has been, since the 1980s,

hurting little boys from the orphanage
at Bakalarzewska Street.

The police believe that the death
of Morawski, the businessman,

is related to this case,
but this information is not yet confirmed.

Reporting for you, Jolanta Budzisz,
Bialystok Ekstra.

This orphanage at Bakalarzewska
Street was my orphanage.

And there...

I had a friend, Slawek.

We liked each other,

we stayed together, because in such places
it is always better to stick together.

He was such a pain in the ass,
always on my back.

But we liked each other.

There were very bad things going on there.

I did something bad.

No, you were just a boy.

I knew that either...

it would be me or someone else.

And then Slawek appeared and...

and I sent him in there...

We were buddies, he was my best friend.

It's not your fault...

I love you.

I love you too.

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