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The monster committed suicide--

Give me one.

The monster hung himself in the mental hospital.

The feeling of guilt smoldering inside made me come to the thanksgiving mass

booked by Henio Pytka's family.

They know about my crime.

Do you feel dizzy, Commissioner?

Please, sit here with us.

Move a little.

- Are you better now? - Yes.

Good?

This is for my grandson.

Excuse us.

Hi.

Hanna told me you were here.

Did she convey my yesterday's request to you?

No, she didn't tell me anything.

I'm going to play bridge with the Stańczaks.

I'll be back in the evening.

Will you take Jerzyk to Jancia Markowska's children's party at 4 p.m.?

Of course.

Jerzyk is safe in the city now.

Was he in any danger?

I meant that he is safe with me.

ERINYES Goddesses of Vengeance

Chapter 7 MEGAERA

MEN SPEAK OF TWIN PLAGUES, NAMED THE DREAD ONES,

WHOM NIGHT BORE UNTIMELY, IN ONE BIRTH WITH TARTAREAN MEGAERA,

WREATHING THEM EQUALLY IN SNAKY COILS,

AND ADDING WINGS SWIFT.

Virgil, Aeneid 12;845-848

This house is a joy to its master.

Not so fast.

- Hi. - What a lovely flower.

Hi. Thank you.

Is your son a forget-me-not, Commissioner?

Unforgettable are the moments when I see you, ma'am.

Jerzyk.

Can we take you to the other children?

Don't let them.

Come on.

Come on.

As you can see, Commissioner,

he is submissive to women.

He is just like his father.

Let's go, boys.

Not so fast.

I love beautiful and slim women.

I love careful makeup, high heels, and seamed stockings.

I also love peace of mind.

And an affair with a married woman is the contradiction of this state.

Unless it's an unmarried woman.

- Hello? - Put me through to Winniki 23.

Of course.

Hello?

A very nice oxytonic accent.

Do you want the second wish from the goldfish, Commissioner?

Yes, I do, but neither the second nor third--

The free one.

9 P.M. at the station, she will return the day after.

Deal.

- Who's there? - A message to Commissioner Popielski.

Come in!

A cabman will approach you in Lviv. Stop.

He will recognize you by your baldness. Stop.

He will take you to a certain yard. Stop.

A mutilated child will be waiting for you there.

Do you want to see this child?

You want to because it is well known to you.

You will see what hell is really like.

- Mr. Edward Popielski? - Yes.

A man told me to give you this note and then go together.

- Where to? - Słoneczna, to the bluing factory.

You have to be alone. If not, the child will die.

Come on.

Stop.

Get down.

On the ground.

Put your hand through the step and cuff it.

Who did this to you?

It was me.

I'm the one who did it.

Yes.

Put him down.

Put the spawn down on the ground.

Go on.

Put him down.

The lunatic hanged himself,

and the brat's grandfather kissed your hands.

You lover boy.

For what?

For what?

That suicidal lunatic didn't slaughter the brat on Żółkiewska.

It was me who did it.

I was the one who stabbed him.

I'm the one who broke his arms and legs.

I did it in vain. Nobody killed me afterwards.

Go on, kill me.

With this pick.

Come on, kill me.

Kill me. Go on!

Noble sheriff, come on.

For you it's a piece of cake.

On the ground.

Lie down on the ground, legs on the barrel.

Why didn't he kill me?

After all, I was as vulnerable as a child.

Finally.

Uncuff me.

Why didn't your partner take you with him?

What partner?

You tosspot.

You think I don't know that your buddy left you here to confuse me?

Tell me, you Bolshevik scumbag, what your accomplice's name is.

You all seriously piss me off today! And you most of all.

Speak!

Gibała Alfons, a police snitch.

What?

I'm--

Gibała Alfons, chief constable Kocowski's snitch.

I don't know the one who hired me at the train station.

A message from the Hospital of the Sisters of Mercy arrived.

The surgery is over.

Kaziu will walk.

The bastard drops the child off at the hospital and flees.

He just runs away, and no one tries to chase him.

Dear Aspirant,

do you really think that some janitor,

seeing a battered, crying child in a stroller,

is wondering whether to help the child or chase the one who brought the child?

This janitor is probably a Ukrainian.

- Lazy and-- - Gentlemen, stop.

What do we know about the kidnapping of Kazio Markowski?

The engineer's wife

testified that Kaziu is a child who has trouble falling asleep.

He sleeps best in the gardener's house, at the back of the property.

And that's where he was stolen from.

But Mrs. Markowska heard nothing. This much is known.

But it's probably not that easy

to steal a child.

Are the dogs unleashed at night?

No, Mrs. Markowska is afraid of them. That's what the engineer said.

And she didn't hear her own child crying?

Okay, where is she?

At the University Clinic under my care.

I'm asking you all to be discreet.

It is not my place to speak ill of a society hostess,

but I know her.

She might have been drunk.

Mrs. Janina Markowska has been drinking for a long time.

I call him… Herod.

He was not scared at all.

On the contrary, he provoked me as if he wanted to die.

Or at least be mutilated.

Self-destruction.

It is also evidenced by his confession for killing Henio Pytka.

And his comment.

What was it, Commissioner?

I killed Henio Pytka in vain.

Nobody killed me afterwards.

So now you kill me.

He wanted to be killed after murdering little Henio,

but it didn't work, so he tried again.

Enough, doctor.

The case of the murder of Henio Pytka is closed.

And the murderer Anatol Malecki committed suicide.

Chief constable,

two weeks ago a body of a child tortured to death was found.

Yesterday another one was discovered, also tortured.

Everything indicates that there is one perpetrator.

Whether you like it or not, it's time to go back to the case of Henio Pytka

and reopen the investigation.

You will not tell me what I should do, clear?

Henio Pytka was murdered,

and Kaziu Markowski was mutilated.

This would prove that the perpetrator of the mutilation

still possesses an ounce of humanity,

which cannot be said of Henio Pytka's murderer.

They are two different types.

Commissioner.

Do not call him Herod.

I'll do my best to make sure this criminal ends up at the asylum.

And you?

You will disobey Kocowski.

I can't make an alliance with you

because something big divides us.

Namely?

You want to put him in the asylum,

and I want to throw him in the Poltva River.

Our Lviv Styx.

This morning I changed my mind.

We are no longer any different, Commissioner.

What happened to Janina Markowska on the night Kazio was kidnapped?

Your son will be sacrificed.

It can't be otherwise. Because I would have to sacrifice my own child.

No!

Quiet.

Will you be quiet? Give sign with your eyes.

Now bend over. Bend over to my son.

You see how hard it is for him.

Mom?

- Mom? - Be quiet or I'll kill you.

Why didn't you tell Kocowski about this?

A year ago Markowska came to me battered, fearful.

Severely beaten by her wealthy husband, the engineer.

This man gets angry easily.

This most often happens when his wife

trades innocent glances with a strange man.

She demanded an expert opinion from me.

She wanted to file for divorce.

Meanwhile, the engineer successfully begged for forgiveness.

This morning she asked me

to cover up the effects of Monday night.

Why?

Because if the engineer found out about everything,

he would bludgeon her to death.

It's time for us.

We have to set a trap for Herod.

Use a child as a bait.

We have to use your son as the bait.

Why don't you use your bastard son?

Listen to me carefully.

You haven't bended over properly.

It's your fault!

You'd do better for Baldy, heh?

He is not any better than my sonny.

He will whimper.

He will whimper when he sees his son in my hands.

Get out!

- Hello? - Popielski speaking.

The conversation will be confidential. Winniki 23.

Hello?

They have put me through to the police,

- is it you, Commissioner? - Yes.

Second wish to the goldfish.

The goldfish is listening.

Protect my son and cousin around the clock.

From now on.

In five minutes they will be the best protected people in Lviv.

Didn't you like it, Edward?

And there is dinner waiting for you at home.

I prepared it myself.

You finished work two hours ago.

Let's go.

Men are religious by nature.

Everything they do out of conviction or vocation

they immediately turn into a fervent belief.

The one idol they worship.

Aren't women the same?

Women differ from men in that they can worship several idols at the same time:

a husband, a child, a job.

Then women's zeal is weaker

because it spreads over several objects of worship.

And the male hits only one.

I would use a comparison from modern physics.

Male zeal is like a wave while female ardor is like small particles.

I didn't know you were interested in physics.

You would have known

if you weren't just devoted to the police idol.

This is not my only idol, Lodzia.

But it is. Sometimes.

A terrible, hateful idol,

whose head I feel like smashing with a pickaxe.

Okay.

Pickaxe.

What?

He must have bought it somewhere or at least rented it.

Edward?

Edward?

What is your name?

Jerzy Domański. A student. I work here after lectures.

What are you working on so hard?

"Commentarii de bello gallico."

Are you struggling with Caesar?

With the cursed dependent speech.

I have 5 hours left till my Latin exam, and I can't find one idiotic word.

What word?

Spe sublata.

I can't find the damn "sublata"; I don't know such a word.

It's not in the dictionary.

Tollo, tollere, sustuli sublatum.

In junior high school I also struggled with it.

I looked through the whole dictionary, and I found it.

Because I'm stubborn. I find everything in the end.

Thank you.

And now I need to find the man

who rented a pickaxe here the day before yesterday.

We are the ones who lend.

Porters. We make money on the side.

Is he the one who rented it?

Yes.

He returned it yesterday.

I have the receipt with the address.

Where does Marceli Wilk live?

Up there.

Is it a robbery? Police!

Quiet. I am the police.

Just in time. I was leaving for work. The police is slow but fair.

What are you talking about?

Someone stole my documents about half a year ago in Kliparowo.

Do you know how many reports we have received from citizens

who recognized the face of the suspect on the posters?

Thirty-two.

Four over the phone and 28 in-person.

Of which one lunatic on pass from Kulparkowo confessed to have done it.

Mother-in-law recognized the hated son-in-law on the poster?

Commissioner.

Due to lack of manpower, I asked Commandant Zubik for help.

He promised to send three men. Three!

The rest is having military training.

War is coming.

There's a war coming, yes. And I have to make a decision here.

Gentlemen, we are not checking people from citizens' reports yet.

We write down names, but we don't check them.

We will check them…

After the war.

Commissioner, you are only showing your ability to quip today.

Has the perpetrator returned the pickaxe to the rental shop?

Yes.

I was intrigued by his brand-new bowler hat.

Herod cares about appearances a lot; he lives in poverty,

but he scraped up a few pennies to buy it.

It symbolizes for him belonging to a certain caste,

and this could mean that perhaps he was once removed from one.

Besides, he gave back the pickaxe

even though he could have kept it with impunity.

This in turn could mean:

"I am above average, common thieves.

I am better than them."

I want to hear conclusions, doctor.

In my opinion, the man we are looking for

is a déclassé, impoverished nobleman or an unemployed clerk

who has been severely affected by being out on the street.

Such people very often shift the blame for their failures in life on others.

The victims of their hatred are often Jews.

I would look for the perpetrator among anti-Semites.

A man holding a bottle of kerosene was arrested near the synagogue.

He was taken to the police station on Kurkowa Street.

He probably told a few lies, and they let him out.

But they must have noted something down. A name or an address.

You bastard, calling me names!

Good morning, Commissioner. What can I do for you?

It will good be in a moment, Constable, when these two-stop hollering,

and I have a look at recent arrest records.

It's the green folder over there. Feel free to use it.

Speak Polish in a Polish office!

Best shut up, damn it.

From the beginning, what happened?

Herr polizei.

Der bastard macht.

Detained for spilling kerosene in front of the synagogue,

he blamed it on alcoholic intoxication.

He did not intend to set anything on fire.

Due to lack of legal basis,

he was detained to sober up and released the next day.

Name and surname: Marceli Wilk.

Hello.

Hi.

Good morning.

Hello.

Do you smoke?

Too bad, you'll die healthier.

How about a drink?

It's not bad for health.

It doesn't stain your uniform or honor, just like talking to me.

I like you, Edzik, I really do.

I have a weakness for you.

And it's not because I put you here. No.

It's because I have a child, just like you.

And just like you, I love it more than life.

However, I, unlike you, know what's going on with him, and you don't.

Do you want to know?

What is going on with my daughter?

Six months ago in Kleparowo

a pickpocket stole documents of a Marceli Wilk.

Now these documents are being used by Herod.

Do you know who Herod is?

No.

Did you hear about the murder of a child on Żółkiewska?

Yeah.

It was Herod who killed it.

I need to know who bought stolen documents to get him.

You can help me, Edzik. I'm asking you.

What happened to my daughter?

Take the cigarettes.

Put them in your pocket.

And give the empty box back to me with a phone number,

an address or a name.

- I'll have a drink. - Have a drink.

What's going on with my daughter?

I don't know.

Peaks and valleys, like everyone else, right?

What's with my Zosia, you dogface!

I don't know,

but I know what will happen to you if you help me catch Herod.

If I catch him thanks to your information,

say goodbye to your cellmates.

What?

I once promised

I would catch you, and I kept my word.

Do you think I won't keep it now?

Pack your things, Edzik.

Mugface?

Tell me your number, someone will call you back.

Jerzyk, no--

Popielski speaking.

Jerzyk and I can't stand this house arrest anymore.

Hanna has gone to her family. She is afraid of the war.

I'm all alone with him.

Lodzia, I'll be back earlier today, I promise, and we'll talk.

But now excuse me, I'm waiting for an urgent call.

Tomorrow I'm going to the yard or to the park with Jerzyk,

whether you like it or not.

I forbid.

I allow you to leave the apartment.

Thank you very much for letting me walk.

Mugface?

In half an hour at Kałuska's beerhouse. Do you know where it is?

On Łyczakowska Street.

Sit there and wait patiently.

Take your billycock off.

Dear Commissioner.

Someone asked me to tell you

to go into the basement behind the bar in five minutes.

Sorry to disturb you, Commissioner.

Do not be afraid.

When we are done, knock, and they will open the door.

I will go out a different way.

And now we will talk in the dark.

Six months ago in Kliparowo

someone stole the documents of a drunkard named Marceli Wilk.

I have to find that pickpocket.

I won't do anything to him. I don't care about him.

Do you want to know who bought the papers?

Yes.

The one who bought them is the murderer of a child.

He can kill my mother-in-law as well.

All that matters to me is that Edzik sent you here.

You will soon find out.

Attention. Attention. Mobilization Announcement.

The President of the Republic has announced general mobilization.

To implement the above,

I consulted the relevant ministers and order the following.

The first day of mobilization is Thursday, August 31, 1939.

Do you want some coffee?

Don't trouble yourself.

What's with you?

Yes?

You think you'll be able to hide your brat?

I'll get him anyway.

for Gosia

THE SERIES IS AN ADAPTATION OF MAREK KRAJEWSKI'S BOOKS:

Erinyes, Charon's Numbers, The Rivers of Hades, In the Depths of Darkness

Subtitled by: Izabela Tereszczuk-Prusakowska