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ANGEL OF DEATH 4

You were right, this place is haunted.

I saw a girl's ghost a couple of times.

She said someone murdered her.

She walks down the corridors at night,
singing. Quietly...

Always when the wind is blowing strong.
Like tonight.

Because wind
makes people lose their minds.

Want some? I'll help you eat it.

You don't like them.

I'll be out on furlough soon,
I'll get you something else.

- Raisins, pistachios...
- Henio, the rules haven't changed.

Everyone's in their room at this hour.
He needs to rest.

Don't let the bugs bite.

I need to give you your meds.

Can you spare me a moment?

Of course.

Wolnicki has been here for a few weeks,

but I feel you're still treating him
differently than other patients.

I don't know where you get that from.

He has a single room and more visits
from you than other patients.

You personally go through
the footage from his room.

Because he's under observation.

But he has been diagnosed.

Schizophrenia with dominant negative
symptoms, said the experts witnesses.

It manifested itself at a most
convenient moment for him, right?

But he was severely beaten.
He had an inoperable brain haematoma.

You know perfectly well that a trauma
like that can worsen the symptoms.

Yes, it happens.

He needs intense social contacts.

Isolation and constant control
are inadvisable.

Let me show you something. Come.

You are new here, like him.

And you don't know
that we rely on trust.

And trust has to be gained.

I see.

What did you want to show me?

I wanted to show you
who makes the rules here.

HEAD OF DEPARTMENT

Fuck off!

Fuck off, asshole!

Do you know anyone who's got pills?

- What will it be?
- An isotonic drink.

Sorry, orange juice, please.

Honey, I can't talk now,
I'll call you back.

- I need money.
- What's going on?

I got kicked out of the apartment.

- Have you found a new one?
- No...

Mum, I don't know what to do...

Get a grip, we'll think of something.

I'll send you the money.

Cash up front.

Easy, why so jumpy?
If she loves you, she'll wait.

- Have fun.
- Freeze, police!

- But... but...
- Shut up!

You're under arrest
for dealing illegal substances.

- The rape pill, a woman to a woman?
- But we...

Fuck...

- I didn't buy anything, I'm innocent.
- Get the fuck out!

What lame idea is this
to have cops selling drugs?

- Those weren't real drugs.
- We were building our cred.

- To take down the network.
- But our cover is blown now.

Who authorized this?

- The brass.
- Meaning?

- Who signed this crap?
- You did.

Excuse me?

You've been the boss for six months.

You said you were taking him on Friday!

- Fridays are yours, I've got English.
- English? Not Latin or IT?

I've got IT on Tuesdays,
it's in your calendar.

And negotiation training,
every other weekend.

Sorry, negotiation?

I want to grow,
not get stuck in diapers.

I get it, diapers don't become you.

But you, a negotiator?

You fucking bet!

Are you fucking mental? This milk's
too warm, you'll burn the baby.

Language!
And answer that fucking phone.

Come, sweetie.

Who the fuck is this?

Do you realize you totally fucked
their investigation?!

Those two...

...were supposed to infiltrate
the rape pill gang!

Who came up with that?

Someone in narcotics,
but you fucking authorized it.

- No way. I'm not senile.
- No.

Your papers are a mess
and you sign whatever.

- Bullshit.
- What were you even doing there?

It was after hours, I had a run
and dropped in for a glass of juice.

You do the same during office hours.

Chasing thugs around town
instead of doing some real work.

Dude, I'm a cop.

No! You're the boss!
And they're paying you to sit on your ass.

I told you, I'm implementing
a new management model.

I'm not at the desk,
but in the field with my people, alright?

And how is that model
working out for you, genius?

Oh, fuck...

OPERATION "SPEED" PLAN.
AUTHORIZED

- Hi, Aga.
- Hi, how's the kid?

Great. He's with his dad now,

who should not be on his work phone
during his time off.

Sure. It's just this one small thing.

Deal with it yourself, because today
Mrowiec is babysitting his son, not you.

Fuck...

Constable Sylwia Kozak,
sobriety control.

- How do I blow into this?
- Right here.

Like you'd blow a candle.

0.0.

Goodbye.

You can go.

Goodbye.

Your turn, I'm fed up.

What? Someone hit on you, again?

No, but he was weird.

- Why do you hate guys so much?
- Because you're all ugly.

- And you're pretty.
- But taken. Get to work.

Say hi to Kasia.

No, sure, go alone.

I guess it's a party without a plus one.

Maybe you'll meet someone
you won't be ashamed of.

I'm not ashamed! I live with you!

You don't invite your friends
from the station over.

They're a bunch of stuck-up morons!

You fit in great.

Screw you.

A courier. Did you order anything?

He's blocking the driveway!
Is that from the store?

No, I've never seen him here before.

I'm calling the municipal police.

Listen, I've had enough.

Let's stop fighting and talk it out.

Sylwia?

Sylwia!

Dytko, Habowski, Lis...

Don't look at me.

Nyc, Nyc... Nyc.

Madejski, Lyko, Szczepaniak,

Wodarz, Wasiewicz, Korbas.

I'm Jesus Christ, I have a proposition...

I'd help, but I need to use the john.

- Still nothing?
- The same, ever since he got here.

Should I feed him?

No. Not yet.

What happened here?

The tray got in my way.

Clean it up, please.

Another helping, please.

Take a look.

Archangel Michael,
law enforcement's patron.

- Check it for prints.
- Sure.

What have you got?

Before she died the neighbours heard
her arguing with the other one.

- Yelling...
- What other one?

She's in the living room.

And who is she?

- They lived together.
- As a couple?

Right. A couple.

- So? Girl plus girl works just as well.
- Okay, a couple then.

- What did she say?
- That a courier killed her.

A courier?

- Did the neighbours see him?
- No.

You didn't see him either?

No. I was on the balcony.

I just saw...

that a car pulled up.

What kind of car was it?

I don't know.

Is it true that you were having
an argument with your partner?

It's not like I killed her!

It's okay,
I have to ask those questions.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Fuck...

I'm sorry, it's my boss.

- Let's go for a smoke.
- I don't smoke.

Neither do I.

- They told you about the prayer card.
- A prayer card with an angel.

Wolnicki started with seraphim.

Archangel Michael is in the calendar
here, and at our station.

Maybe the killer doesn't like cops.

And how's Maciej Janik doing?
Any news?

Not much. Still on the run.

And nothing shows
he helped his mum commit suicide.

The mum was also a cop.

So what? With what some of
our colleagues have been doing,

half of the country hates cops,
and the rest mock us in memes.

The motive is different here.

The victim was hiding her turbulent
relationship with a woman.

So? You're suggesting the passion
got so wild she slit her throat?

A praying mantis?

Interesting, but I doubt it.
Maybe a neighbour hates lesbians?

- The world's full of psychos.
- I just mentioned two.

Janik is a half-wit who wouldn't
come up with the prayer card.

And Wolnicki
is a court-confirmed vegetable.

You're obsessed with your old case
because you don't like your new job.

You wouldn't be so mouthy with Wronska.

Watch it.

Watch it. That was a low blow.

Okay, you're right.
You know what to do.

- What are you doing?
- I'll go sort out those papers.

Yeah, go sulk.

Cebula, Wodarz...

Wasiewicz.

The 1938 World Cup again?

- Did you start from the beginning?
- Nyc...

Szczepaniak, Baran...

- Great throw, Henio.
- Thanks.

You're going out on furlough, right?

- Why, is there a problem?
- No, not really.

I've noticed you made friends
with Piotr Wolnicki.

He's a very interesting man.

He talks to you?

But of course.

What about?

Books, mainly. He's well-read.

He knows a lot about angels,
saints, demons.

You're kidding me.

No, Doctor.

I'm crazy.
You diagnosed me yourself.

Doctor...

- Yes?
- Someone to see you.

- Who?
- Some important policewoman.

There's no contact with him.
He doesn't speak or react to questions.

He doesn't eat on his own.

The court stated

that the trauma and injuries
first brought on neurotic disorders,

then psychotic symptoms,
and finally some form of schizophrenia.

I know that,
I've read those files a few times.

I'm asking for your opinion.

It's very difficult to manipulate
expert witnesses.

But possible?

He was under observation for months,
now we are watching him closely.

You didn't answer my question.

As a specialist with large experience:
could Piotr Wolnicki be faking it?

You have my permission to visit.

Please, follow me.

Come on, try it. Smile...

But look at me. A smile...

a kiss. Now, a balloon.

- The patient has a visitor.
- But we have just begun...

I'll call for you. Come in, please.

Someone slit a policewoman's throat.

And left an Archangel Michael
prayer card next to her.

Instantly, I thought of you.

But then it hit me:
it couldn't have been you.

Do you know why?

Because you always tried harder.

You were an artist.

And here, some butcher
slits a broad's throat

and drops an angel's picture
on the ground.

No finesse whatsoever.

It was Maciej Janik, right?
He's doing it for you.

He's trying hard,
but, how should I put it,

the kid lacks your talent.

I can make a lot happen now, you know?

Like prove that you are faking it.

And then you'll go back to the can.
You don't need that.

Alright, last chance.

Help me get him,
and let's end this whole circus.

- Hey, is the baby asleep?
- He just dozed off.

- You didn't lock the door.
- "Colour Bears" ran me over.

- What are you doing?
- Checking the city CCTV.

Banks, parcel lockers,
gated communities.

All the cool stuff.
What are you looking for?

Remember the murdered traffic cop?

Yeah, you told me on the phone.

The neighbours said
a car stopped in the driveway.

- A blue delivery van.
- Not enough details.

Not enough. Coffee?

No, thanks.

Fuck.

Fucking language.

The day before she stopped
a matching car for a sobriety test.

- A Ford Transit.
- That's something.

- I've got the whole night for this.
- What?

- Aga's orders?
- No, she's got a different angle.

- I don't want to know.
- Me neither.

Beat it, guys. I really need
that coffee, or I'll fall over.

Listen, lie down.
I'll check that footage, okay?

Seriously? For free?

I'll think about it.

Thanks.

Fuck...

How are you doing?

Great.

If you have any problems with the guards
or other inmates, I can help you.

Thanks, I'm good.

But I could use your help.

I believe Piotr is faking
a mental illness.

And planning new crimes.

But to prove that
he does have contact with reality,

I need to provoke him somehow.

But what can I do?

Not you. Your son.

I'd like him to visit Piotr.
Only he brings out any emotions in him.

I'm sorry...

No, it's true.

That's why I won't have it.

Janek has emotions,
no one is going to toy with them.

I understand.

You wanted to kill Piotr, right?

The prosecutor had evidence
which would have him put away for life,

in much worse conditions
than yours, here.

And in the hospital,
he can stroll in beautiful gardens.

- I don't think that's what you wanted.
- I wanted to kill him so badly.

But you gave him a chance
for another escape instead.

- Hold it higher, he'll catch it.
- I am, see?

He almost caught it.

Helenka, go inside.

Lewy, come.

- Leave us alone.
- Give me two minutes.

I have seen your mum.
She let me talk to you.

Hi.

You don't look too good.

I couldn't believe mum did this to you.
I didn't know she had it in her.

But you know what?
I wish I had her strength.

Too bad it didn't work.

I hate you.

And I'd gladly kill you myself.

- What's going on here?
- I have the Head Doctor's approval.

The patient is under my care.

- I understand, but listen...
- No, you listen. This man is very ill!

And you're hindering his therapy!
Please, leave.

Leave, now.

Why did you let those people
visit Wolnicki?

You said yourself
I shouldn't keep him in isolation.

Don't try to be funny.

Seeing his son, that cop,
can bring back traumatic memories,

which can cause a greater withdrawal.

Shock can help overcome the trauma.
Have you heard about implosive therapy?

Yes, it's used to cure phobia.
Arachnophobes are shown spiders.

- A controversial method.
- But effective.

So that's why you did it?

He is a criminal. Like everyone in here.

- Rapists and murderers.
- Patients who need our help.

Some, and those we treat.

But some try to avoid responsibility.

That's for the courts to decide!

I filed a complaint against that cop,
you can be next.

You know, I think...
you're treading on very thin ice.

I'm just warning you.
I believe you're deeply mistaken.

Look through the footage
from the last few days.

I'll be surprised
if you still think he is faking it.

I already did.

Yes.

You're right.

He is deeply disturbed.

And has no contact with the world.

But enter my office
without knocking ever again...

and you're out of here.

Do you think he is pretending?

I have no idea.

- I suspect he is planning new crimes.
- I can't help you.

I shouldn't have gone there.

I shouted it all out,
and I didn't feel any better.

Don't drag us into this, alright?

- Polkowska.
- Police HQ.

The Commissioner would like to see you.

- The Commissioner? When?
- ASAP. He is waiting.

Alright, alright.

The fake tit is coming.

Come on.

Come here.

- Did I sleep long?
- Long enough for me to be late.

Come here, sweetie.

It's okay now.

Eat, eat, eat.

This is for you.

- Yeah?
- The time codes when the van shows up.

Something's up, because it circled
the vic's block a few times.

I haven't watched it all, but maybe
the driver's face is there somewhere.

- Wow, thanks a lot.
- You're welcome.

- Oh, leave the keys in the mailbox.
- Sure.

And it's just us.

Commissioner, sir.

Hello.

Right.

This is a gift from an ambassador,
and I had to try it out.

They say 40% of the force
could be replaced by drones.

- What do you think?
- I thought it was 100%.

- I hear complaints.
- It comes with the job.

The Metropolitan is a mess,

and you harass maniacs
in the looney bin.

I'm overseeing Sylwia Kozak's case,
the murdered police officer.

Yes. Now that's a tragedy.
In human, but also PR terms.

No, you can't...
kill officers and get away with it.

- Did you get him?
- We're working on it.

Unless it's a she.

I'm hearing the victim...
had specific predilections.

I don't think it's relevant.

Just like a patient
of a closed psychiatric ward.

I'm convinced
it's the beginning of a series.

Do you have any proof?
Other than the prayer card?

Exactly.

I suggest you do better.
Or this will be our last conversation.

Goodbye.

- Hello?
- Hi. What's up?

- We've got him.
- Who?

The van driver, the mystery courier,
the cop killer.

The multi-talented man.

- Go on.
- Maciej Janik!

Fucking Maciej Janik, get it?

- Hello? What, flabbergasted?
- I gotta go, I'll call you back.

Jola?

Jola!

- Jesus...
- Careful.

Go to your room. Lie down.

Jola? Jola?

Fuck, get up. Get up!

Can you hear me?
What happened?

I told you.
My landlord kicked me out.

- Why did he kick you out?
- Because he's a wanker?

- You didn't pay him.
- No.

- How much did you drink?
- Alcohol is evil.

Okay, so what are you high on?

Everything!

Everything, Mummy!

I'll get some popcorn.

- Janek, will you answer it?
- Okay.

Who is it?

Janek, who is it?

Nobody!

Swallow, please.

Good evening.
Evening logopaedics therapy.

Very well.

Angel of God, guardian of mine,
always be there at my side.

Morning and evening, day and night,
always guard me with thy might.

Watch my body, watch my soul,

and lead me to heavenly doors. Amen.

It's terrible, the thing she did,
with your son.

And utterly irresponsible on the Head
Doctor's part to go along with it.

I'll never allow
for something like that again.

Doesn't matter.

Only...

you.