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What kind of a madman cut this child 30 times with a knife,

drew his blood and then washed him?

And the boy was still alive.

Mugface said basement at No. 5 Bernstein Street. A strange man.

He covered his face with the hat and scarf, and had the thing taken home.

There was a teenage boy in the house. Mente captus.

ERINYES Goddesses of Vengeance

Chapter 5 Tisiphone

TALL TOWER OF STEEL IT HAS; AND SEATED THERE TISIPHONE,

IN BLOOD-FLECKED PALL ARRAYED, SLEEPLESS FOREVER,

GUARDS THE ENTERING WAY.

HENCE GROANS ARE HEARD, FIERCE CRACKS OF LASH AND SCOURGE,

LOUD-CLANKING IRON LINKS AND TRAILING CHAINS.

Virgil, Aeneid 6;554-8

LIST OF TENANTS Basement - Bernard Garyga

Staszek, give me the plate. Okay, give me the thing.

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

You've soiled my towel.

Criminal Police, introduce yourself.

- Bernard Garyga, commercial traveler. - What are you selling?

Men's clothing.

Stasio, show what we have there.

What sickness does your son have?

- He's been like this since childhood. - Like what?

Like this.

He only says: daddy.

Besides, he screams and cries, but I understand him.

- And his mother? - I don't know where she is.

She left when she realized that something was wrong with Staszek.

Maybe she's dead.

We're just the two of us.

Me and Stasiek.

Get up off the floor, Mr. Garyga.

I might even let you sit down.

When you win my trust.

Stay there!

What am I accused of?

You are accused of buying a stolen item, i.e. receiving.

I have never bought any stolen items.

Six months ago

you ordered a theft of an ID and gave the address to have it delivered to.

The thief came to you with bodyguards because he was afraid it's a trap.

There were four other pickpockets here, is that true?

No.

- Then who? - Nobody.

I've never made any order, I'm not a receiver. I'm a salesman.

Do you know anyone who likes bowler hats?

One more time.

Step by step.

First Marcel Wilk's ID was stolen, then the thief brought it to you.

Then you carried this ID to someone, let's call him Herod!

And then Herod borrowed a pickaxe

and broke Kazio Markowski's legs with it!

And this is a puzzle to me.

The handover of the ID.

Solve it for me.

Who is Herod?

I don't know.

Maybe the one from the Holy Gospel.

Let's go.

Good evening, dear ringmaster.

May I ask you a favor?

Of course, dear Commissioner. I am at your service.

I came with someone, and I would like you to take care of him.

It will be fine, son.

Get off.

I said, get off.

Do not shout. He understands you without shouting. Hey!

Give my son back! What are you doing, you bastard?

Give him back.

Give him back to me.

- Give me my child. - Who is Herod?

Who are you covering for?

A pervert who cut a child with a blunt knife and drew his blood?

Give me back my son.

Take him, ringmaster.

Say the two words and spare yourselves the worst moment of your lives.

Herod's name.

I don't know.

I think Herod Agrippa.

It's the last time you handcuffed me. Next time I'll bite off your artery.

It's a she-male.

You can watch her and mock her at will,

and for 5 zlotys paid to the circus ringmaster, you can have her.

And this one shows everything for an additional fee.

Apparently, some men are crazy about her.

They secretly set up dates with the gnome.

Ringmaster Wojciechowski

has divided the performances into daytime and nighttime ones.

The night ones are low-profile and not for everyone.

He spares no expense so that the police doesn't have

grounds to accuse him of indecency.

And so no one cares about the fate of the artists employed here.

And now the best part.

There is not only a section for men.

Ladies also enjoy different forms of entertainment. Look.

The crowd will go wild. Fight!

And the crowd will yell.

Daddy's here. Daddy is by your side.

Ladies and gentlemen.

I give you another freak who is about to dance for you.

You will go to jail for receiving. Your kid will be left alone.

And then I'll call the ringmaster,

and soon after my call your son will be here again.

Do you understand, you Bolshevik rascal?

Do you understand that your little sonny, your sick little sonny,

will become a mocked and humiliated creature?

Sonny.

Staszek.

Where is sonny? I want to go to sonny.

I play with sonny.

Herod's name.

Tadeusz Szałachowski.

His son is Andrzej Szałachowski.

No. 15 Sobieskiego Street.

What is it? What is it?

Is it a bakery?

A site visit.

Take me to Szałachowski's apartment.

He moved out on Thursday. I just whitewashed the room.

Good evening, Mr. Garyga.

Why so late?

- What is this all about? - Don't talk unasked.

Well, boy.

Show me where sonny lives.

Staszek, wait.

Open up and leave us.

Do you recognize it? Where are you going, Stasio?

Where, Stasio?

Did you come here with Stasio?

- Yeah. - What for?

Szałachowski took care of him when I had to go door-to-door.

The boys have known each other since childhood.

And you were friends with his father.

Not at all.

A taciturn, unpleasant guy, raised his son by himself.

Widower?

Or like me?

He loved Andrzej very much and cared for him,

but he was an insane lunatic.

Then why did you get the fake ID for him?

Andrzej asked me to do it.

He was invaluable to me. I could work normally

and didn't have to worry about Stasio.

I would do anything for you.

This Andrzej told you that they were moving out?

No.

You are free, Mr. Garyga.

Take the carriage. The ride is already paid for.

Stasio should sleep and be with his father.

He has been through too much today because of your stubbornness.

And my blindness.

Come home, Stasio.

Come, Jerzyk. Daddy's awake.

See, daddy is awake.

I don't know anything.

Go to the owner of the tenement.

Mr. Ludwig Machl, attorney. Second floor.

It's 2.30 AM.

So happy that the cop didn't get the information he wanted?

I'm glad you're in a good mood. But I will ruin your day.

Commissioner, I did not mean to.

Nice to see you.

It was the attorney's brother with his wife and sister-in-law.

They came back from the dance.

Once the attorney wakes up, he won't fall asleep again.

You can go and ask him.

Commissioner Edward Popielski.

I need to talk to Mr. Machl. It's a matter of great urgency.

Could I have your business card, Commissioner?

Here you go.

Go to the waiting room, please.

Mr. Machl will see you right away.

Of course.

Forgive the intrusion, but the matter is very urgent.

It involves your former tenant Tadeusz Szałachowski.

At last. I thought no one would come to see me about this knave.

Have a sit.

What is so strange about the death of a man whose whole life is nothing

but a road to death.

- Who is it? - Seneca.

Death is nothing strange to you, right?

It's my everyday life.

When I saw the identikit pictures of the man

suspected of torturing little Markowski,

I immediately called the police.

The duty officer took the call, thanked me politely, and hung up.

Gentlemen.

We are not checking people from citizens' reports yet.

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

We will check them--

After the war.

Please, tell me about Szałachowski and his son Andrzej.

My God.

I know very little about them.

On the other hand,

I know a lot about the ninety-year-old Klemens Szałachowski,

Tadeusz's alleged father.

Are you interested in this?

I am interested in everything connected to this family,

and most of all in the phrase "alleged father".

I need a cup of coffee.

Miron.

Bring some coffee.

And please tell the lady

that I encourage her to take a well-deserved rest.

Yes, Counselor.

Pardon.

Baldy--

I apologize, Commissioner, for the noises.

Yesterday, my youngest brother Michał came with his wife from abroad.

Ad rem, Counselor.

Sixty years ago,

the owner of estates, breweries and brickyards near Sambor,

Klemens Szałachowski, moved here with his wife.

Mr. and Mrs. Szałachowski occupied the apartment upstairs.

After a few years, a son was born.

Tadeusz.

And that was the beginning of the family tragedy.

After the birth of the child, Klemens Szałachowski declared him a bastard

and kicked him out on the street, along with his wife.

A terrible punishment for alleged infidelity.

Don't you think?

At the age of about 70, Mr. Klemens wrote a peculiar will.

And he deposited it with me.

After that he just drank,

got weird, and finally voluntarily moved to a retirement home.

Around the same time,

a strange, poor clerk came to me.

Along with his epileptic son.

He introduced himself as Tadeusz Szałachowski

and asked me for permission to occupy the empty apartment

claiming that it was due to him as his father's legacy.

I told him the apartment did not belong to him at all.

Come on, the Commissioner has no sense of humor.

Please, forgive them, but back to our case.

In his will, Mr. Klemens

bequeathed the apartment as well as all his money to Studite monks.

I read the entire will to Tadeusz.

I did not leave out that most peculiar paragraph

about the martyr's death of his own son.

About what?

About the martyr's death.

It's just a manifestation of his terrible aberration.

Reverend fathers will not get a penny-- and now listen carefully--

if the bastard Tadeusz is killed and dies a martyr's death.

And who will inherit the fortune if Tadeusz dies a martyr's death?

To his son, Andrzej.

Where's the coffee?

Kill me. Go on.

Where did he move to?

I don't know.

He lost his job, stopped paying the rent, so I kicked him out.

Just like that?

You kicked out a poor man with an epileptic son?

Everyone feels remorse about something, Commissioner.

Every one of us - as we, Christians, say it,

carries his own cross.

Finally, there's coffee.

I had no idea that you have a visitor.

Breakfast is ready, the champagne is cooling.

Heniutka, this is Commissioner Popielski.

Commissioner, my wife Henryka.

Nice to meet you.

So this is the famous Commissioner.

The catcher of murderers.

With blue eyes.

So rough.

Unshaven, a bit brute.

And this penetrating gaze. Do you know where I feel it?

Here.

In my heart.

You are right.

I have no sense of humor about two things.

Love and death.

I identified the murderer.

Capturing him is only a matter of time.

So why do I have the impression that in a logical sequence

of causes and effects,

one link in this chain does not fit the rest.

It is rusty, weak.

Is it possible that Herod--

planned and executed these crimes without anyone's help?

In my opinion, Edziu, he must have had complices. Except for the son.

Jerzyk. Don't go too far away. I want to see you.

Attention. Attention. Mobilization Announcement.

The President of the Republic has ordered general mobilization.

In implementation of the above,

in consultation with relevant ministers,

I order the following:

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

It's all kind of strange. Too many coincidences. It's not a normal case.

Besides, the motive.

Szałachowski's will is not normal either.

And if you don't know what the deal is,

then the deal is money.

Wilek!

You're right.

He hired someone whom he promised a share of the money.

I'll take care of Herod,

and you try to sniff out who the complices are.

Got it.

And stop by Kocowski

to see if there's anything on that Machl guy.

Okay.

Say hello to Lodzia, give Jerzyk a hug,

and when this ends, I invite you to the Louvre.

You old so-and-so.

Again I have a strong feeling that something isn't right.

Something is coming.

Something neither of us will have power over.

Maybe it's the war, or maybe the Erinyes are calling us?

Goodbye, friend.

Commissioner, I want to apologize. I failed to protect him.

Herod has your son; he wants to meet at the old swimming pool in an hour.

No!

Baldy, come.

Come up, quickly.

You will know everything about your sweet son and his broken arms.

I have a capsule in my mouth.

With a scrap of paper, like a prison secret message.

On this paper,

there's the address where you will find a cute little boy with broken arms.

Well, kill me. Go on. Kill me.

Push me down on those slabs.

That's the only way you'll find out where your son is.

You will get the address from my mouth.

What's this for, Szałachowski?

What's this show at the swimming pool?

I can kill you anywhere.

Let's go down. Put your head on a post,

and I'll just chop it off.

But I don't have to do that, and you can save your life.

Take your father's legacy and pass it on to your son.

Yes.

Klemens Szałachowski, your dear father, changed his will.

You are stalling. Do you think I'd fall for it?

Yesterday your father canceled everything. He is ashamed.

He wants to meet with you, ask for forgiveness.

He is dying.

But before, he wants to reconcile with you.

He wants you to forgive him, do you understand?

He wants his wealth to help you secure Andrzej's future.

You are lying.

I must die in agony anyway,

for all that I did to those kids,

but I had no choice.

Either someone's bastard would die or my--

or my son would be a beggar. It was my choice.

What about you?

Wouldn't you do everything for your own child?

Would you kill?

Yes.

Show me that vial.

Show it to me and then I will kill you, you bastard.

Do it.

Too many coincidences. This is not a normal case.

Besides, the motive.

Mr. Klemens wrote a peculiar will.

He must have had complices.

And he deposited it with me.

Who will inherit the fortune when Tadeusz dies a martyr's death?

His son Andrzej.

Everyone feels remorse about something, Commissioner.

And if you don't know what the deal is,

then the deal is money.

Edziu, guess who else is represented by Counselor Machl.

It's all over now. Today everything is gone.

Szałachowski is dead. That's according to the plan.

But not that his son is dead too.

And it was supposed to be so easy.

The kid would get a pension and care,

and we would snatch the rest.

And now old Klemens will die in six months at the latest,

and monks will get everything.

Don't worry, Counselor.

In business, once you're at the top, and once you're at the bottom.

We got to know each other well.

We are now partners.

We can continue to do good business.

We will see what the future brings.

What a pity.

Such a risk, if Szałachowski had told Baldy about our agreement.

Counselor, nothing happened. Szałachowski is dead.

His bastard is dead. Who else knows about us?

The watchman from the rental company.

Hovory do hory, a hora yak pen.

He only knows that in court he has to say what you tell him to say.

And you haven't told him anything yet.

Anyway, you won't have to.

Because there will be no court.

Yes, you are right.

He doesn't know what he should say during a potential trial.

He would if the trial was happening, but it's not.

What would we prosecute Popielski for, when--

the entire fortune goes to the monks?

Too bad Baldy escaped the police at the pool.

He can still hurt us a bit.

I'll kill you. I'll kill you. I will kill you.

Baldy!

You son of a bitch.

Drop the gun.

Get out of here with your mitts up,

or I'll crush the head of that brat of yours.

Did you hear--

Shall I break his neck?

Where is my son?

Up your ass.

Where is my son?

We are at war.

As of today, all issues and matters are of secondary importance.

Our public and private lives need to be pointed in a different direction.

We have to think of only one thing.

Fight for victory.

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