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GREAT DEEDS SHALL BE DONE

PREVIOUSLY

I'll be back! Bring the fury!

I will come in like a blaze!

What are these great deeds you were talking about?

You'll see.

We're outside the police HQ in Warsaw.

Kamil C. aka the Cannibal from Bielany is back in Poland.

He's awaiting trial.

Is Kamil one of them?

Greetings from the qualifier.

These cases are linked.

The perpetrators smeared large and visible letters

on the wall.

'K' and 'R.'

What is really funny is how quickly you've begun to dance.

It's good. Your suffering will end quicker.

Call this number when he shows up.

What car he's driving, what he's wearing.

And when he leaves, you call me and tell me

if he's alone or with the girl. What they talk about.

Why me?

Paulina Klejna, age 34, a journalist for Max TV,

a host on "Straight in the Eye."

I thought TV people never die. Now they're dropping like flies.

Wasn't she at the station when Maria was with Lemuel?

That's the one.

Winner of Victor, Telecam, Golden Microphone, and some dance show.

My wife resented the fact she was a ballet school graduate

and competed with amateurs.

I'll file a report with Parada today.

What?

We have 3 murders: a banker, a celebrity, and an MP.

These cases are connected.

You've seen the letters.

That half-Dutch criminal Lemuel is messing with us.

And that phony priest. They're trying to frame us.

Don't worry about this guy. You need some sleep, Manjaro.

Let's get to work now.

So?

Do you still think the cases are unconnected?

We have four murders now.

Hi.

No sign of forced entry.

-She must've known the murderer. -Or he's just a good liar.

-Ola. Take a picture of this. -Sure.

-Hi, Maria. -Good morning.

You look gorgeous today.

Anyone would look gorgeous in these.

Classy.

Be quiet!

Move!

Szymon.

Who keeps a phone in the ceiling?

Maybe she wasn't the one who put it up there?

Another one?

Secure this.

Got it?

Szymek. Must be the same guy.

Isn't Szymon Klejna the millionaire owner

of the Metropolia shopping centers?

He sold Metropolia.

Or teamed up with some Cypriot shareholder.

Now he builds expressways with the Chinese.

79th on the list of the richest people.

I thought he was higher.

-Handsome guy. -Is he?

That makes him our prime suspect. Let's book him.

Are you gonna kiss or should we get back to work?

Jesus, what a stiff!

-She didn't meet him here. -Not him, that's for sure.

-Jarek? -Let's look at the body.

Morning. She died 8 or 9 hours ago. In the early morning.

Not much blood.

The artery was sliced after she was already dead.

-A staged suicide, then? -A botched job. Highly unprofessional.

I suspect poisoning.

Mild ptyalism,

blotches,

no signs of struggle. Nothing under the fingernails.

She wasn't defending herself. She must've known the killer.

I'll tell you more after the autopsy.

You saved her life when Lemuel put a knife to her neck.

Not for long, though.

None of my business, but the body's been staged.

Like the death of Marat.

Listen, the banker had coins on his eyes.

The MP was found beside her lover's car.

Seems like some kind of a show.

Did they eat, or drink?

Everything's cleared up.

Still warm.

He felt at home here. A neat freak.

-Her husband? -Did her husband find the body?

No. It was Mrs. Sawicka.

I was going shopping. I thought I'd call by her place.

-Did you know she was home? -Her car was here.

She rarely came here lately, so it caught my eye.

Was she alone?

I don't know. I was watching TV.

-So she came home at 9 p.m.? -Yes, her show is on at eight.

-She finished work and came home. -It's not her home.

So you were passing outside her door in the morning?

I knocked. I heard classical music.

I thought I'd have a look. I grabbed the door handle.

Did Paulina leave her door unlocked?

Not at all. She was cautious.

Except when she had visitors at night.

Keep talking.

When she had visitors and the guys left her sleeping,

they didn't lock the door.

Didn't her partner have the key?

Why would they, since they came to…

They? How many of them were there?

There were a few. She was quite amorous.

Thanks.

What's up, Ula?

Edited? When?

Which website?

Pass me the laptop.

Yes.

I'm opening it. Later.

The extra money comes in handy. So I was glad to do her shopping.

Did you know the men who came to see her?

Not at all. I don't look into other people's pants.

I'm no paparazzo.

Maybe you remember something?

Anything? Like who's been visiting her recently.

Recently? Different guys.

Even one from the government.

-From the government? -Yes.

They're men like any other.

I asked Paulina about that fat cat.

She went jogging,

and the limo was parked outside.

So he stayed in when she went jogging?

Paulina told me her friend wanted to be left alone.

-He was watching a game. -Do you remember the driver?

-The driver? -From the governmental limo.

There was a driver and a bodyguard.

Yes?

So handsome. What a stud.

We're on our way.

Okay, thank you. You'll get a call from us.

Thank you. Goodbye.

She died tragically on February 10th in her own apartment.

Added 3:42 a.m., February 10th, by WARTA 77.

77?

Like on their jackets.

-It's them. -Someone posted

info about Paulina's death on Virtual Globe. That's all.

Why would anybody write their victim's bio right after the killing?

Exactly.

He typed something on a computer, cleared everything up, and left.

He wasn't scared, didn't panic, and in addition,

he shared his success with the world. He just forgot about the phones.

For some reason, he placed them beyond her reach.

He was afraid she might call for help.

-There were no signs of a struggle. -She was too weak to fight.

But not too weak to dial 911.

He didn't want her to scream. He took her phone and turned this on.

Tchaikovsky. How banal!

Maybe, but it's still beautiful.

Manjaro is a cool dude, isn't he?

Not bad.

I see you've become friends.

-Are you jealous? -No.

Just a bit.

You know you have no competition.

Hello, everyone. For the last 4 years, at this time,

you've been greeted by Paulina Klejna…

-Shall we? -Just a moment. Excuse me.

There's no connection.

There you go.

Camera.

Rolling. Action.

For the last 4 years, at this time,

you've been greeted by Paulina Klejna.

She did the show every day until yesterday.

Today, we've been shaken by tragic news. Paulina Klejna…

Paulina Klejna is dead.

I have no idea who could have done it.

Paulina was a wonderful girl.

Woman, I should say. She was in her thirties.

She was a girl to me.

As her producer and superior,

I can only speak highly of her.

Is it true that she slept around?

Excuse me?

Didn't she have affairs with married men?

-Can you speak about that, too? -How can you say that? She just died.

I'm a cop. This is my job.

I have no idea.

Those are just cheap, filthy rumors.

And you?

Didn't you have an affair with her?

What? Not at all.

-That's absurd. -How so?

You were her role model, her mentor, and her boss.

She was beautiful, you're handsome.

So? We'll find out anyway.

It ended a long time ago. I'm not going to talk about it.

So you got scared.

Scared of what?

Paulina's husband, for example.

Their marriage wasn't a typical one, if you know what I mean?

I don't.

Szymon treated Paulina like a toy.

An impressive, famous woman, a bit like a luxury car,

except she had boobs.

A flashy, luxury car.

-Hi, Ula. -Hi.

Let's get this over with.

Szymon started another family.

He has twins with his former assistant.

Paulina had her own little private world. That's all.

Excuse me, Władysław. Can I go to lunch now?

We've got 30 minutes and 14 seconds.

Still a draft version. The editor will be done with it in no time.

We have the final part of the recording with the deputy PM.

Can we see that material?

Be my guest. If you have time to spare.

This is my opinion as the deputy Prime Minister.

Can we make him black and white? It'd look better.

We can, but for 20 seconds max.

Otherwise, people will try to adjust their TV sets.

People aren't that dumb, Sasha.

We got to know what the PM thinks as a citizen.

He's still talking.

Today on "Straight in the Eye,"

we spoke to deputy PM Dariusz…

Can we see that bit again?

We got to know what the PM thinks as a citizen.

Can your sign language interpreters lip read, too?

It's important what you air, huh?

1,638th murder victim.

549th female.

I hope it's the last murder victim in my 39th year of working here.

When's your 39th anniversary, Doctor?

Soon. Tomorrow.

-Tomorrow? -Yes.

The symptoms are consistent with sodium fluoroacetate.

The poison is fully soluble. And easily accessible.

Blotches, vomit in the mouth…

-No traces in the apartment, though. -He cleaned it up.

Penetration… Excuse me.

No signs of intercourse within the last several hours of her life.

No semen, no cuticle traces, or abrasions.

We'll know almost everything once we get the toxicology report.

Her heart ceased to work due to poisoning.

It took 20 to 30 minutes.

That's why he placed the phones beyond her reach.

-Could she have been screaming? -Yes.

You can't hear much in those modern buildings.

She might've been spluttering.

-Agony? -Yes.

He watched her die for 30 minutes.

Then he cleaned up, and typed on the computer.

He stripped her dead body, threw her in the tub, and washed her.

After 39 years here,

I still can't understand how people can do such things.

I took 78th place in the Chopin Competition.

It was tough, but others were better. What was I supposed to do?

Accompany people forever? I had enough of "Swan Lake".

I was in music school. And I got fed up with that too.

-Hello. -Hi.

-Can you run it again? -Of course.

It's strange.

I believe he says: "I'll destroy you, I'll kill you, bitch."

He's smiling, but that's what he says. He repeats it.

Thank you.

Is that how a deputy PM addresses a well-known journalist?

Well, then.

-Here. -Thank you.

They drank wine,

had a bite,

listened to music.

They smiled at each other.

And then he gave her poison and watched her die for half an hour.

You're being so romantic.

Maybe she didn't want to eat? Maybe he forced her?

There's nothing to indicate the use of force.

Forcing doesn't have to be physical.

Were they sitting just like us?

No, not like us.

You're right.

You're not forced to do anything.

Have you been watching American movies again?

This report makes no sense.

There's no connection between the victims.

One time there's a letter, the next it appears a day after the murder.

-I see no link. -It's a criminal organization!

Forget about it. Understood? I don't want to hear about it.

All our cases are important,

but let's focus on the most important one.

-Luizjana. -Yes.

My source in the State Protection Service claims…

You were to steer clear of your former colleagues.

And I am. My other source

claims

that Paulina Klejna's lover was

a deputy PM.

-I just don't know which one. -There are two or three of them.

We know which one threatened her.

Let's not jump to conclusions. They might've been joking.

The victim was poisoned.

There was no robbery. Nothing was stolen.

And poisoning is not a crime of passion.

Toxicology: sodium fluoroacetate. A painful death.

Captain Parada, Warsaw Police.

Yes, General. Yes, sir.

I'm dispatching my people right now. I'll keep you informed. Yes, sir.

Luizjana, Manjaro,

the victim's husband has reported

the seals at the crime scene have been broken. Go check it out.

Have someone from crime prevention stand guard.

They don't watch apartments…

Are you questioning my authority?

Who? Me? Not at all!

Come on. Okay, you have your orders.

Let's get to it.

Did you talk to Dorota about your theory?

-No. -Do you talk to her at all?

If I have to.

Is it serious between you and Maria?

I don't know. Why?

As they say: don't steal chickens from your own henhouse.

How about this: don't scratch someone else's head?

I didn't know you were so sensitive. I thought…

If you have so much time, write a poem.

Or clean your car. Your wife will be happy.

So it is serious.

Hello, Ula.

I need the photos of Paulina Klejna's apartment.

For comparison.

Now, if possible. Yes, we're in her apartment.

Thanks.

You're the best.

Nothing seems to be missing at first glance.

Got the pics.

The couch.

The kitchen.

-Shouldn't there be a lamp here? -What lamp?

That tacky ball-shaped one.

You're right.

Do you know this man?

Yes, but he hasn't been here for long.

-What about this one? -That's her husband, Szymon.

-Did he come here with Paulina? -No, he came alone.

-Alone? -He has his own keys.

He came and went. Just long enough to smoke a cigarette.

-How often? -From time to time.

He was here today, too. He opened the door and locked it.

Today?

You heard me. He took a trash bag out and left.

-We'll have to check the dumpster. -Too late.

Today is Tuesday. The garbage truck has already come by.

-Do you know this one? -The deputy PM, I saw him.

But I saw the other one more often.

-Who? -You didn't say.

-The lifeguard. -The bodyguard.

What did I say?

He came here quite often.

-What does he look like? -Dark hair.

Gray eyes just like yours. And bangs over his forehead.

Six feet tall at least.

-A scar under his eye. -Which one?

This one.

A nice guy. The friendly type. Let me earn an extra buck sometimes.

-How so? -He asked me to vacuum his car.

He had a tiny vacuum with him.

There are CCTV cameras here. Who's got the footage?

From yesterday? Some young lady lieutenant took it.

What lieutenant?

Ms. Urszula Lubańska, Second Lieutenant, sorry.

Very well.

Make a copy of the footage from earlier

and I'll be back for the memory stick.

Sure.

I'll download everything I have.

-Thank you. Goodbye. -Bye.

Thank you very much.

Don't twist your neck.

Why don't I get to work in an air-conditioned office building?

-Work twelve to one. -You can figure it out.

Should've stayed in school.

Okay, so how do we talk to him? Gently or aggressively?

Aggressively.

We'll insult him, and then Maria will let him confide in her.

-Meaning? -I'm happy to hear his confession.

So am I.

Let me out.

Great coffee.

100% Arabica?

Maybe even more than 100.

As law enforcement officers, we'd like to assure you

that we will do our best to catch

your wife's killer, or killers.

I'm glad to hear that.

Even if it's you?

Will you be glad if we come to arrest you?

Don't give me this bullshit.

What were you doing last night?

Last night? I was sleeping in my bed.

In a hotel room in Berlin.

-Can anyone confirm that? -Yes, the German Chancellor.

She was a guest of honor

at the Polish-German Chamber of Commerce gala.

Was the Chancellor in bed with you last night too?

You ask silly questions.

The gentleman could have hired somebody to kill his wife.

Are you trying to knock me off balance?

There's nothing worse that can happen now.

I loved my wife dearly.

Paulina was an honest woman.

-She tried to love me. -She tried, but…

Manjaro…

After what she'd been through, she ended up okay.

-What had she been through? -What?

What had she been through?

Yes?

You have to get back.

But it's after four.

-Goodbye. -Bye.

Who do I have to bribe to land a job here?

You've got to be smart. And that rules you out.

I wonder what he's gonna say he was doing in Paulina's apartment today.

That he wanted to just sit there for a while.

Say an emotional goodbye to his wife.

A fat-cat chairman like him has no time for emotions.

Therapies, meditation, self-help programs.

All for nothing.

Being molested as a child leaves an indelible mark.

-Did she tell you who did it? -I didn't press her.

It didn't matter.

Once she started working on TV,

things got worse.

We didn't spend time together. Sex…

Forget about it.

What about the apartment?

Which apartment? I have a few.

The one your wife was staying in. Did you go there often?

Yes.

My wife was addicted to marijuana.

I made sure she was following her therapists' orders.

She didn't smoke in the apartment.

How long had "Straight in the Eye" been on?

Four years.

I helped her find her first guest for the show.

-Who was it? -Darek.

He's much better-known now.

-Knychała. -Yes, Knychol.

What about the lamp?

What lamp? Is there a lamp missing?

Yes. You took it out of your wife's apartment.

In a trash bag.

I didn't want the trash to rot. There was no lamp.

The seals were already broken when I came.

I wouldn't think a man like you takes out his own trash.

I have to do some things on my own.

That's the way it is.

The police have secured all the trash.

Do you really think you can just do whatever you want?

Thank you.

UNKNOWN

Hello, Manjaro.

Is this visit to my neighbor personal or professional?

Professional.

Come in.

The victim's husband claims he didn't take the lamp.

He took the trash out so it wouldn't rot.

There was no trash there.

He says she was molested as a child.

If I understood him.

He says the seals were broken before he came.

I'm fed up with it.

In this moment, I don't give a shit who killed her.

Damn!

Holy shit.

This pencil will make you another Magnus Carlsen.

Who's that?

You'll know once you become a grandmaster.

4 minutes. Longer than last time.

-Wait, wait, wait. -Halfway there.

I'll focus and close my eyes.

-Ludwik, a phone call! -Not now.

It's Ula. Says it's important.

Hello? What's so important?

Okay. What time is it?

Send me the clip.

With the timecode and the date.

Yes, send it to me!

-You lost! -Yes, I lost.

I wasn't talking to you. To my private address.

Not my professional one. Thanks.

You won. You'll be the winner.

I love you.

Come here.

I love you, too.

You honestly haven't looked for your real family?

I haven't.

Maybe you have siblings.

Brothers…

Brothers.

-You've got to see something. -I assume it's urgent?

I guess so.

12:50 a.m.

Three hours before the murder.

Knychała.

Deputy PMs don't murder… They don't murder their lovers.

-There's a first time for everything. -I know, but why us?

I'm sorry.

-Who knows about this? -You, Ula, and me.

I called Manjaro, but he didn't answer.

Neither did Maria.

Okay.

If we go down, we'll all go down together.

-Got it, Luizjana? -Got what?

There's no safe way out of this situation for us.

He didn't leave until 1:30 a.m.

Then the surveillance system went down.

Damn it!

Couldn't it have broken down later?

I've heard she was some sort of sex maniac.

-She had many suitors. -Not that many.

Okay, okay.

This is strictly confidential. No one else can know about it.

-What about Manjaro? -Yes, we have to tell him.

Do you buy it? That conspiracy theory of his?

The letters. It could be true.

Come on! You believe that?

Let's check it out.

I don't think the deputy PM drew letters on walls in bathrooms.

Okay, okay, relax.

Maybe it's true.

Let's take him up on it.

Maria?

Maria!

Marysia!