All language subtitles for Ultraviolet S01E01

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- [slow pop music plays over speakers]
- [checkout scanner beeps]

[woman in Polish]
Hello, ma'am, clients are waiting.

[phone rings]

[horn honks on app]

GET DIRECTIONS

Alright then... [sighs]

Okay.

[engine starts]

Fuck!

- [club music plays softly over speakers]
- Cool car.

- Was this one the reddest they had?
- Don't know. You'd have to ask my mother.

Serafina?

[chuckles]

"The Adventures of Serafina,
The Little Mermaid." Ta-dah...

[woman sputters]

- Oh, London! You lived there?
- Mm-hmm.

[woman gasps]

So which is it? Serafin or Lozinska?

What does it matter?

My only wish is to get out of here
right after I graduate and you come back.

I grew up here.

[chuckles] And what's the real reason?

- Can you turn it up a bit?
- Sure.

[volume increases]

Thanks.

[phone chimes]

RATE THE RIDER

RATE THE DRIVER

[phone chimes]

YOU HAVE 1 NEW RATING

What?

Lights, man!

[tires squealing]

[truck horn honking]

[truck brakes squeal]

- [body thuds]
- [truck stops]

[engine revving]

[breath trembling]

[line ringing]

- Hello?
- [man] 112, what's your emergency?

I... There was an accident...

under the overpass by the train station.
A driver ran away.

- Is anyone hurt?
- I don't know. It's a woman.

I understand. If it is safe,
please approach the victim

and check for a pulse on the wrist
or on the neck artery.

Are you there? Hello?

She's dead.

Okay, did you check the pulse,
can you feel it?

Hello?

- Hel...
- [ends call]

[sniffling]

[sirens approaching]

[sniffles]

[theme song playing]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[man sighs]

To sum up, you're saying
that you saw her on the overpass.

No. I said I saw someone. Um...

That guy...
At least I think it was a guy...

He was standing on the overpass
by his car and then he disappeared.

Mm-hmm. Anything else?
What kind of car was it?

Um... [sighs]

Big and black.

You'd probably notice
a year of production and mileage.

But I did take a picture
of the car that hit me.

A nice shot. You can see everything,
apart from the registration number.

So, you're saying you saw her jump.

I didn't see her jump. I saw her fall.

The driver behind you claims she jumped.

How? He just told me
he didn't see anything.

How fast were you driving?

I don't know. I wasn't speeding.
Someone was on the overpass.

Why wouldn't they come down?
Why wouldn't they help her?

Maybe someone pushed her? Killed her?

Did you have a lot to drink?

Nothing yet but I won't be pacing myself
after all this.

Are you on any medications?
Did you take anything?

- You're joking, right?
- Do I look like I am?

Uh...

I took one pill of Ratenol.

[woman] Ratenol?

Yes, exactly. But that doesn't mean
I didn't see what I saw!

Fine. And on that positive note...
Let's go.

Someone was there, on the overpass!
It's not just my imagination!

- Calm down. Easy.
- You believe me, don't you?

Have a good day.

LODZ: STUDENT'S SUICIDE �"
WOMAN JUMPED OFF THE OVERPASS.

...she jumped off an overpass.

The police are investigating
the circumstances...

[woman] Before you left for London

I told you to visit
as often as you felt like it.

But... I just didn't know
you'd take my words so literally.

Ow. On the other hand...
it'll be easier to recuperate together.

It hurts so much.

You know, they told me
I would be walking in a week

and running after two.

And now three months have passed and...

Who would have thought
that my hip and your life

would bring us together again.

You're not listening.

No. I'm thinking about that girl.

You shouldn't. Thinking doesn't help.

Well, thank you so much.

Is that what you teach your students?

- Leave it to the police.
- Sure! To them!

- Why does it matter what happened?
- Why does it matter?

Yes, why? You don't know that girl.

But... But what do you think I should do?

- Ola...
- No, tell me what I should do!

Should I pretend that I wasn't there?
That I did not see it?

Doesn't that remind you of something?

No? Of course it doesn't.

It's so much better
to pretend that nothing happened.

Nothing has happened,
just like with Maciek.

Nothing at all. Nothing. We're all cool.

Maciek is dead
and nothing can change that.

I got used to it,
and I think you should do the same.

No, I'll go crazy.

I'll just go crazy. She got used to it.

You're sitting here
covered with a blanket,

- you don't leave your home.
- Don't get excited.

Her son took a few bullets in his head

and she just got used to this situation!

Don't get excited and don't scream!

I'm going to scream
because that's the truth!

No wonder the police say you're crazy!

I'm not crazy! I know what I saw!

[shaky exhale]

Go ahead, slam the door!

What if the police don't care about you?

How to solve a murder
without police involvement

[man] We are called UV: Ultraviolet.

Ultraviolet? Uh-huh. And that means...

[man] An effective organization.

Because "violets" can see
much more than "blues."

And "the blues" means the police?
[soft chuckle]

[man] There are more than 20,000
unsolved cases in the country.

We've solved over a hundred.

I, personally, over 20.
It's all on the website.

Uh-huh. Yes, I can see that.

"We're effective!

And there are many of us!
Anyone with that 'something' can join us!"

[man] Exactly.

[Ola] That's a good catchphrase.

Got cigs?

- I don't smoke.
- No worries, me neither.

Together we form a huge brain.

Each one of us
brings something to the table.

[Ola] Like Spice Girls.
Each with a unique style.

- [man chuckles] Yes.
- What's yours?

[man] I never give up.

I was 16 when I came across
a body of a girl.

Everyone said that she committed suicide.

No one cared about her.
No one even knew her name.

They called her "The Lady of the Lake."

I don't believe the suicide theory,
and I promised myself

that I would eventually solve that case,

that at least she'd get
her real name back.

- Is that you?
- Unbelievably handsome, right?

I look a bit different now
but I'm still fighting to solve her case.

And I've met many people online
who are just like me.

And now we form Ultraviolet
with these people.

[softly] Tomek... Hurry up! I'm ovulating.

We're swamped with cases people send us.
We don't take them all.

And my Lady of the Overpass?

[typing]

The Lady of the Overpass

PUBLISH

[sighs]

Hi, there! Welcome to my channel!
Great to have you here with me!

Very often you ask me

what you need around
to always look fucking amazing.

The answer is very simple.

A simple tea spoon.
Everyone has one in their kitchen.

But how can we use it for makeup?
We can use it to apply mascara.

Just hold it like this
and apply your mascara.

That will prevent the mascara
from smudging

and keep you from looking
like a panda bear.

I'll give you one more tip...

- [phone chiming]
- [sighs]

- Such a great take ruined.
- This is all bullshit.

I think we recorded and published
that spoon tip six months ago.

I do have one more tip.

We can shove that spoon up our asses!

Calm down. We have 25% more followers.
It'll be new to them.

- [phone continues chiming]
- [sighs]

- Where is this damn thing?
- I've found it.

A girl's body landed under the overpass.

The police believe it was a suicide
but the girl who posted it isn't so sure.

She wants to know who the victim was.

- Any pictures?
- Yes, look.

Look! That T-shirt...

There was a limited edition
of those for a gym chain, remember?

Nice patterns...

I do. The quality was shitty though.

- Do you remember the name of that chain?
- Hmm...

[message alert]

Lady of the Overpass:

Hello, Lady of the Overpass.

[man] See you tomorrow, Inspector.

Hard to believe
they made you an Inspector.

- Nice to see you, too. What now?
- The usual.

You sweep cases under the rug,
just like old times.

[indistinct chatter]

Did you identify The Lady of the Overpass?

- What?
- Thanks.

Can you give me a moment?

Her name's Monika Bielas, isn't it?

How did you figure it out?

By tracing the T-shirt she was wearing.

And I wasn't the one
who figured that out. UV did.

Those Internet idiots?
Please, don't do anything else.

I googled her.

But you won't lock me up for that,
will you?

Article 239: "Whoever obtrudes
or tries to prevent..."

She grew up in Pabianice

and studied for one year
at the Lodz University of Technology.

Her profile is private, but I've sent
invitations to her friends.

Mrs. Aleksandra,
let's make one thing clear:

We don't want such help.

If necessary, we request a court order
and the profile is opened to us.

How long would that take?

About a month.

So isn't it better to wait several hours
until someone accepts my invitation?

Do you believe me that I saw someone
on that overpass?

It would be easier...

if you had been sober that night.

[sighs] Here!

There were 40 pills, now there are 32.

Four years, eight pills.
I'm not an addict!

"Serafin"? You're married?

More like separated.
These belonged to my brother.

He bought it when he visited me in London.

It'll be exactly two years
since he died on September 29th.

I know that case.

Kraszewski was the lead investigator.
Murder in self-defense.

Excuse me, but my break is almost over...

and the Chinese bar is waiting.

What are you talking about?
What self-defense?

He was standing a meter away from her
and she shot him five times!

Can you keep it quiet, please?

And Kraszewski closed the case
almost immediately.

Kraszewski did his best.

If I remember correctly,

the files show that the life
of your brother and his wife

was not all that cheerful.

Fine. It was quite tumultuous.
But he never hit her. Never!

She divorced him
because she met someone else.

And she killed my brother
because she was broke.

She wanted the insurance money.
And Kraszewski did nothing about it.

- He had no grounds.
- [sighs] Jesus!

Listen to me. I'm not interested
in your personal mess.

He was your brother, I understand it.

But Kraszewski acted like a professional.

True. He was professionally cool
when he notified my mother

about her son's death
and didn't even come in.

He could at least say
that he was sorry for her loss,

it must be hard for her.
Fucking anything!

- Such conversations are not easy.
- If you're supposed to help people,

you should know how to talk to them.
What is it called? A vocation?

Vocation?

- [woman] Your vegetables are ready.
- I'm coming.

- Do you believe in vocation?
- Yes, I do.

[chuckles]

My parents think my vocation
is to be a dentist.

Thanks.

Did you find the car that hit me?

No.

- Why? I gave you the photos.
- Photos you can't see anything on.

The only thing you can see is that
it is BMW series 3 from 2000.

Guess how many of those are in Lodz.

[phone chimes]

Oh.

- Lesne Runo just accepted me as a friend.
- That's fantastic.

Look.

She published her last post
five minutes past 1:00 a.m.

Twenty minutes before the accident.

Yeah.

She wrote: "God, forgive me.
I can't... I don't want to live."

She added nine cat emojis.

So that's a suicide.

A suicide and nine cat emojis?

[phone chimes]

[man] I looked through the victim's
messages. She never used emojis.

She hated them dearly.

In July, she wrote

if someone uses them talking to her,
she'll unfriend them.

- Uh, hi. I'm Ola. And you are...?
- I'm Piast. Piast Kolodziej.

I was thinking about her last message.

- [woman calls from another room]
- I'm coming!

Uh...

Figure out those emojis.
They don't make sense.

Unless she wasn't the one
writing that post.

- Hey.
- Hi there.

Look! I spent all my hard-earned money.

- So, you do think I'm worth something.
- No doubt about it, Henryk.

Come in.

I really do appreciate the fact

that you came running to me
after you got back from London.

I had to take care of some things.

I'm trying to get my life organized.
I thought I'd see you at our place.

I used to be there all the time.

But I'm not one of those people
who goes places uninvited.

How's your mom after the surgery?

She's waiting for someone
to take her dancing.

[sighs]

How about you?

Come here.

Let me give you a big hug.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- What happened to the red arrow?
- My mother would say I blew it up.

[Henryk chuckles]

You want to mess with the police again?

- Hmm?
- You know what they told her parents?

- That she killed herself.
- Hmm.

- You want to help that policeman?
- Give me a sip.

You have to find the car
she fell on.

The dent in the hood of that car
will speak volumes.

Easy to say. You know how many
of those cars there are in Lodz alone?

Fucking dozens.

The question is
how many owners of such cars

are afraid enough of the police
to run from the scene, right?

Mm-hmm.

- Oh, no...
- Relax!

Keep cool.

That BMW that hit me,
that guy ran away from the scene. Why?

I don't know.

Maybe his license was suspended.

That's what I mean. Listen to me.
If we can find that driver,

that car, that dented hood,
we'll find out how she really died.

These points narrow down
the list of suspects.

Mm-hmm.

But the case is already closed.

Kraszewski's decision.

Okay, let's do it like this.
You'll give me the driver's address

and I'll make sure you have
no pangs of conscience...

Mm-hmm.

...that you should be sitting now
in a private surgery

drilling someone's upper left molar.

- I can't believe he gave you that address.
- I know.

- Maybe he was fed up with me.
- That's impossible.

- There it is! The car.
- Wait a moment.

Let's go.

The hood isn't dented. So that's it.

It's not, because it's been replaced.

The color isn't right, see?

Does it tell you anything?

The first one not so much.
But the second one much more.

Take some photos
and call that would-be dentist.

- Need some help?
- What?

Is there a problem?

That's just an outdoor game.
But wrong yard so we're leaving.

[man] So maybe take your fianc�
and go play somewhere else?

- Okay.
- Goodbye.

- You're my fianc�.
- What?

Henryk Bak.

I was a technical expert
of the Polish Motor Association.

Now I'm practicing unemployment.

- Michal Holender.
- Yes, I've worked with the police.

I helped them on the truck vs. bus
accident in Walice in 1997.

Were you on the job then?

Want some beer?

Wine? Vodka? Whiskey?

Or maybe you'll grab a bite?

- You had two minutes.
- A small beer in that case.

We're going to keep on joking?

There are two corpses and a rape
on my agenda.

- Get to the point. I'm listening.
- [Henryk] Mm-hmm.

If she jumped, there would only be
one dent in the hood. Hmm?

When someone jumps, or is pushed,
it's an unconditional reflex

that makes him assume a position
to minimize the impact area.

This hood, however, has two dents.

What's the conclusion?

The victim was falling passively.
When falling down,

either she was unconscious
or already dead.

The minute's over.
What do you think about it?

The police won't be reopening this case.

[sighs] So, we have to recreate
the last few hours of her life.

[woman] The end of June, Monika splits
with her boyfriend, Piotr Walczak.

Looks like she took that really hard.

[Tomek] Doesn't look that bad,
I think they became friends.

Shoes off, please.
[in English] Take off your shoes.

[in Polish] Here's Monika's video from
the Miss University of Technology Pageant.

- She was one of the contestants?
- Just observing, I think.

- [whispers] I'm taking part next year.
- She's a nice chick.

Give me a break.

That boyfriend of hers,
was he there that night?

Piast, did you check his account,
did you manage to log in?

Why wouldn't I? He wasn't there with her.

He was visiting his mother in Skierniewice
for the whole weekend.

All his posts are from there.

What did she do in the evening?

Tomek? Can you finish now and turn it off?

I'm looking through everything
tagged #misstechnicaluniversity,

# techincaluniversityoflodz...

- Wait, I think I found her.
- Cool.

One heck of a party. Student style.

You haven't seen a proper party.

Oh, fuck! I know that girl.

- [man] Hmm?
- [woman] Mm-hmm.

- Henio, stay there.
- Here?

May I?

[Henryk] Hmm?

Thanks.

- How long have you known her?
- I met her when she was 13.

Her father died in a car crash.
I was an expert on that case.

Later, I became a friend of the family...

and in a way... I replaced her father.

- So, her father and brother are dead.
- Mmm.

- She has a talent to...
- Is she married?

Separated.

- And this separated one survived?
- [scoffs] The separated one?

Survived.

He was lucky.

[sighs]

Excuse me. Remember me?
I drove you here a few nights ago.

[chuckles] The loser from London!
I remember. Nice jacket.

- [man] Catch you later.
- Where will you go?

I'll text you.

[Ola] Can we have a word?

Uh, there was a party
after the Miss University pageant.

- Mm-hmm.
- Did you go there?

A girl died that night.

Monika Bielas.

- You knew her?
- A little.

She was studying
in a different department, sorry.

Did you talk that night?

I'm helping her ex-boyfriend.
He's pretty bummed.

He blames himself.

She did say she broke up
with her boyfriend

and couldn't wait for
the next chapter of her life.

And when the "new chapter" appeared,
they left.

Who was it?

[scoffs]

Right before she died, Monika Bielas
picked up a guy at the party.

Or maybe he picked her up...
Wojtek Kraszewski.

Kraszewski's son?

That's why Kraszewski
closed the investigation.

It all makes sense to me.
Wojtek killed her,

but he called his daddy
who cleaned it all up.

Do we know where they went
after leaving the party?

We don't. But we're going
to find out in a moment.

- Wojtek's last post...
- Wait a moment, Piast!

- Go on.
- Wojtek's last post...

Quote: "Great party,
we're going into the night."

He was at Pilsudski park,

on a clearing by the monument
to be exact.

Twenty minutes later,
Monika falls off the overpass.

This means 20 minutes
carrying her to the parking lot

- and driving to the overpass.
- Mm-hmm.

According to the GPS,
it's 25 minutes.

If he stepped on it...
Middle of the night, empty streets.

- She came with him and he killed her.
- Why?

I don't know. Because he was drunk?

We won't be able to prove that
after all this time.

Let's say he panicked,
quickly published a new post,

carried her body to the car,
went to the overpass and...

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

How long will it take
to walk to the parking lot?

You know, with the corpse.

Well...

Catch me!

[grunts]

- Are you fast?
- I don't know.

- Ready?
- Yes.

- Start! Run!
- Run!

- [Ola] Ahh...
- [Henryk speaks indistinctly]

Why are you so slow? Come on!

- [Michal] Which way?
- [Henryk] This way!

[Ola] Where? Here?

[Henryk] What's wrong?

[Ola grunts]

- And?
- You're too slow.

- Or you're too heavy.
- Hahaha.

- And?
- Eight minutes.

Eight minutes?

- Are you having fun?
- Stop it!

[Michal panting]

No one can drive that distance
in 12 minutes.

He couldn't have killed her.

I can. That's what I do
for a living, remember?

Since last month. Never mind.

- And you're a terrible driver.
- I know the shortcut.

Wojtek was the last person
to see her alive. Who else?

[phone chimes]

I've looked through many pictures
from that night.

Monika is in many of them

and I was able to figure out
what Monika did that night.

Great. So we'll find out
if she picked Wojtek up

or the other way around.

I arranged those pictures chronologically.

We'll have something resembling a video

which shows us exactly where
and when she was.

Piast, hold on a moment.

Who is that guy?

Play it again.

[Tomek] This guy's name is Pawel Porkut.

There are a few pictures of Monika
on his page.

And since there aren't pictures
of any other girls there...

he obviously had a huge crush on her.

And she chose someone else.
That might make a guy angry.

- Right, my darling?
- [woman] Tomek, finish it...

There is something else...

When he wasn't publishing
Monika's pictures,

he published about ten photos
of his car...

[Ola] Huge black SUV?

The internet has spoken.

[Piast] Has spoken.

- Okay, see ya. Take care.
- But what do we do now?

And be careful.

And that was supposed to be a thank you?

[sighs] Whoever killed her
had to take her to that overpass.

And the body must have left traces
in the car.

I'll check Porkut's car.

Okay. I'll check how much time
it really takes

- from the park to the overpass.
- Okay. Take care.

All right, if I can get there
in 12 minutes, you're toast.

[sighs]

[tires squeal]

Fuck.

You want to put my son in jail?

We ended up in bed that night.

She wanted that?

[scoffs]

Yes, but that doesn't matter anyway.
Nobody will believe me.

My father knows?

[snorts]

My brother was as important to me
as your son is to you.

I closed the case of your brother
because the investigation ended.

It was a murder! His wife planned it

and you believed her story.

Any court would dismiss such rubbish.

How could you just close
the investigation?

I'd do the same again.

- When did you see her last?
- She left when we were done.

And what did you do?

I went back to the park to my friends.

- At what time?
- I don't know. My phone died.

- Will your friends confirm that?
- Why wouldn't they?

You have an alibi.
Waldemar will understand.

- You have no idea how he can get.
- How can he get?

Can you imagine living at the precinct?

- I live at the precinct.
- No, you don't!

I live at the precinct. With him.
Every day!

Everything according to clear rules
and regulations.

They don't include sleeping with a girl
who jumps off the overpass right after.

And all other things I did that night.

Drugs?

If he tells me to have blood tests,
I'm gonna fucking kill you.

What do you feel right now? As a parent?

My child is not guilty.

I will prove it.

Here you are.

What is that?

Something I would never get from you.

Proof that Wojtek couldn't have done it.

Porkut!

What the fuck are you doing in my car?

- What did you do to her?
- I can't breathe!

Seriously? How about now?

Were you with her right before she died?

Who was she with? Wojtek Kraszewski?

She was alone.

We just talked.

You talked?

You had a nice conversation
in the middle of the night?

About what?

[voice quavers] It was an accident.

I grabbed her. She struggled

and hit her head on the curb.
But I didn't kill her.

You didn't want it, you didn't kill her,

but you did take her body to the overpass

- and threw her six meters down...
- [vehicle approaches]

- ...straight on the hood of a passing car.
- [tires screech nearby]

[whispers] I don't care.

[sighs] But she did.

Right on time!

Here he is.

- Are you okay?
- Can't you see?

Your other hand!

[Ola] Hmm?

How did Porkut
get into her social networking profile?

Kill me! Come on, kill me!

- How?
- Doesn't matter!

Okay. Pow!

[grunts] Take my hand
and put it to the phone screen.

And what?

That's how he unlocked the screen.

After that he wrote a suicide note,
added those idiotic emojis

and threw her off.

Very funny.

- Excuse me. What happens next?
- The usual. The DA will take over.

Porkut was arrested.
He'll be arraigned in the morning.

Monika's parents.
At least they now know the truth.

How are you?

Better.

- Mrs. Aleksandra?
- Yes?

Promise me that this concludes...

your career as a detective.

I can't promise you that,
Mr. Michal. I kind of like it now.

[Ola chuckles]

If you are more efficient,
then we can figure something out.

[chuckles]

Of course, you think you alone can do more
than the entire police force.

But I am not alone!

- [Michal] Hmm.
- [phone chimes]

Friends?

[Henryk laughs]

[theme song playing]