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THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS SCENES OF VIOLENCE

WHICH MAY BE INAPPROPRIATE,

AS WELL AS SEQUENCES OF FLASHING LIGHTS AND STROBE EFFECTS.

Guys, get those kids out of here! Move back!

Back, back, back! Chop-chop.

Clear the way.

Stitched in the middle.

Look for puncture marks.

- Please move back. - No, it's fine. that's our guy.

- Good morning, Doc. - Morning.

Hey! Can you come over here?

What can I say?

Kids found her when they were going to school,

the principal called us, that's all. No traces.

- Did you check the CCTV? - It's not working.

Mock-ups...

What do you have?

- Who the hell are you? - This is Dr. Maliszewski.

Wali-szewski, Waliszewski.

Forgive me, Dr. Mark Waliszewski, psychologist. He's going to help us.

And? Got any puncture marks?

Well, those junkies are getting more creative. Everywhere.

"Basically, that's the same situation:

a drug addict out of rehab, lacking internal organs,

left in the public space."

But why at a school sports field?

Well, he's sending signals to the society.

Those who will end up like this.

Children should see that drugs are bad.

That's not very creative.

One of the previous bodies was left in the trash.

And it all adds up to a whole story.

First, he lets us know that drug addicts are trash,

even if in they're formally clean.

- Formally... - Yep.

This is most probably why he removes the organs.

The entrails are impure, especially in some Semitic cults.

For example, in some animals

the guts had to be removed in a ritual,

to make the flesh edible.

What you get if you remove them from a human being? A lifeless shell.

You cannot remove such impurity without consequences.

Just like with an addiction.

Yes, but they aren't really healed.

They could relapse at any moment.

Well... She won't, for sure.

STARRING

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LANGER

BASED ON REMIGIUSZ MRÓZ'S NOVELS

I'm glad you came.

You could've simply invited me here.

I wanted to surprise you.

Is this a plot for a cemetery?

No, I'm going to build a house here.

Do you really need another one?

It's gonna be our home.

I know that you've been pretending to be an interior designer,

but I guess you could handle arranging a house.

So you want to play family?

You've been through it with prosecutor Paderewski.

How it goes? The thing that a priest says?

"What is mine, is yours. What is yours, is also mine."

Meaning the house, the foundation, travels, children, the estate.

We'll share everything.

Our little hobby, too.

Why are you telling me this here?

Because this place has special meaning for me.

Here, a large part of my past is hidden.

That's what we're going to build our future on.

As long as I don't have to come here with a sack over my head. With him.

So you want to make it official?

Yeah, but first...

The proposal.

I'll give you a sec.

- I thought we were celebrating. - But of course.

Peter!

Are you there?

Peter? Are you there?

Been all by yourself here?

Judith and Holofernes.

From year 1504.

Author unknown.

Although some attribute it to Giorgione.

Sit down, please.

This is my present for you.

I'll leave you two alone.

He must've watched her for a while,

he knew she hanged out with those homeless.

This is why he wanted to leave the body right here.

To let people know what happened to her.

He hijacked her from the street, knocked out, and killed.

Gutted, sewn up, SA the corpse and left it here.

What about the theory about a female perpetrator?

I would need to see the body first.

I only have one request. Let's keep it between us.

- What do you mean? - For now.

But I need to put it in the report.

Gentlemen, the body is ready.

Siarka.

A beauty.

What the fuck are you doing?

What would happen if it got to the very top?

- Will it? - You can't do it secretly

and under the table.

You've concealed a new evidence in a case

from which you've been removed from.

It should go through me. Where do you have it from?

- Where's the glove from? - I can't tell!

Aha, so you stole it from Langer? Jesus!

- Fuck him! - This is illegally obtained evidence.

So fucking what? You know that he did it, for fuck's sake!

You know very well that he did it!

Do you want to kill the case? Congratu-fucking-lations!

Fuck!

I checked the put-in-good-hands.com website, but it's mostly birds.

I tried calling some of the people who posted there

and they all hung up on me.

I told you that the website wasn't about pets.

- So about what? - Well...

- What about your party? - It's on... This weekend.

- You coming? - I'll think about it.

Who should we search for? A woman?

A woman could gain the trust of the victims more easily, so...

he could have a female partner.

So, it's a man.

With a high sense of social mission and almost unlimited financial means.

He moves like a shadow. Travels very quickly.

What about the shoe print, biological traces, and the glove?

He felt unpunished and let his guard down.

But that shoe must've belonged to a woman.

He could have dressed as a woman not to arouse suspicion, or...

he does have a female partner.

Hi, Siarka!

I really hate to see you dealing with such mundane and ordinary things.

How's the report on our cleaning lady's accident?

Fucking great.

So you gathered the evidence already?

Would you take over the cafeteria food poisoning case as well?

Fuck off, Roman.

Is it a misdial or Pader didn't give you his number?

He did, but I'm calling you.

I checked the glove.

Hang on for a sec.

I thought you were supposed to report everything,

now everything goes through Pader.

Aren't you interested in what I found?

Where's the catch?

There's none. You really wanted the info

and I seem to like covert operations.

- Was it a match? - Yes, and know.

Is this some kind of joke?

No. Listen, the brand is the same, however, I cannot confirm

that the traces from victim's body come from this particular glove.

The sample was contaminated.

If you gave me a sterile one, I could give it another try.

Listen, I know that prosecutor Paderewski isn't exactly enthusiastic

about the Peter Langer theory, and that's why I'm calling you.

Thanks. I'll call you as soon as I come up with something.

Okay. Let's stay in touch.

What the...

SIARKOWSKA

Siarka, what the... What do you want?

Wanna know something more about the glove?

Yeah.

I'll send you a pin with the address.

Well, and that would be it.

They're watching my every step now.

I can't do it on my own,

- they deprived me of all the support. - Siarka, for fuck's sake!

- Whose apartment is this anyway? - It's operational.

I have no one to turn to. You're the only person I can trust.

All right, so Langer simply agreed to go there and just kill you, yeah?

Yes.

Have you ever considered the possibility that he could succeed?

I have. That's why I need you!

Just think, for fuck's sake,

if there is the slightest chance to put him away for life,

the slightest chance! Yeah!

And you're ready to die for it. That's just fucking great. Congrats.

We did everything.

We tried to get him from every angle possible, but to no avail.

It's stupid.

I know. Maybe that's why it makes sense.

Do you have the intel?

Which is bulletproof?

First-hand information that he's murdering all those women?

I do.

- You do? - Yes.

Who is your secret agent?

You won't like the answer.

Come in!

- I'm sorry, Pader. - No, there's no way, Siarka!

I can't allow it, for fuck's sake! It's too dangerous!

I'll leave you to it.

You can't do it.

You must end it. You have to abort it immediately.

I've been doing it for two years.

It's not a question of "if" only "if with you."

Is this why you divorced me?

Was it planned, so you could... So you could do it?

I divorced you because you're a dick.

Maybe I am a dick, but I at least think about Louie!

And you? Have you thought about him?

I think of him most of all.

So you want to tell me that...

- That you and Langer... - Good god!

- We're not married anymore. - I know that.

But it seems that you are now married to Langer.

You mean this?

- What have you gotten into, Nina? - Into getting a serial killer.

Oh, you're enjoying this, aren't you?

- What are you talking about? - You fucking love it!

Burying corpses, scrambling clues. Sex with a psychopath.

You've had enough.

What did you have to do to win his trust?

Kill someone? Because if you did, I won't get you out of it.

I didn't kill anyone.

Then why is he telling you about his crimes in details?

- Why the fuck would he do that? - I don't know.

I guess he just really likes to fuck me?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

I got carried away. I'm so sorry. I am.

Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

I'm really sorry, all right? No one pisses me off like you do.

Have fun without me! I haven't lost my mind yet.

- Wait, Pader! - Fuck off!

- Fuck you and your ADHD! - Fuck!

I'm actually proud of my ADHD!

Do you know how it was called in my day?

Roguery.

Please tell me, why her?

Because she's the best.

So have you got any new leads?

Actually, it's a rather private matter.

It's about my ex-wife.

- Well, you got the wrong guy. - I'm not suspecting you.

That's not what I meant. I don't deal with marital problems.

I'm not a marriage therapist,

especially for couples who have separated.

Okay, what if the spouse has a wife who shows psychopathic behaviour?

And is intimately involved with a serial killer?

Aha. In that case, I'm all ears.

Psychopathic, meaning...?

She has been diagnosed with something?

She has, already in high school... By a guidance counsellor.

She's always been...

She has always had problems with anger management,

but they prescribed her some tranquillisers and that was it.

And that was it.

Did it stop after high school?

I had told her she should meet with a therapist,

but it almost resulted with a divorce.

"Are you saying I'm insane?" And so on.

I see. But those fits are only occurring episodically, right?

No, only when she's exhausted,

pissed off, or under pressure, which is basically every day.

It's our daily bread on this job, you know.

On a daily basis. And she cannot control it, right?

You know...

Once, she almost drowned our son, Louie, in a bathtub.

He was just an infant, and started wiggling.

I'm scared. I'm worried what could happen.

Or what already has happened.

About ideas he could put into her head.

Or what he gets out of that head.

Exactly, something horrible.

You know, it's great that you came to me with this.

I'm flying, flying, flying...

What the fuck do you want?

Fuck off. Jesus.

Hello?

Okay, I'm in.

Thank you.

Louie!

Are you there, Louie?

Louie!

What's that? Are you going somewhere?

Can I stay at Matthew's for a few days?

- For a few days? - Just a few days.

Are his parents okay with it?

He needs my support. His dog died.

It was his childhood dog, they grew up together.

He's going through hard times and...

He needs someone who would divert his thoughts from it.

- Am I right? - Exactly.

But you won't be inviting chicks over?

Come on, Dad!

It comes at the right time, actually.

I won't be here this weekend, I have to go away for work.

- And Matthew's parents will be there? - Unfortunately.

All right. I just need to talk to them. Got their number?

Can we do it tomorrow though?

His old folks are really old and go to bed early.

Okay.

Let some fresh air in.

- I sneaked it from my parents. - Come on in.

Hiya, what should I play?

I don't know. Surprise me.

- What did you tell your parents? - That I'm staying at Martha's,

but I'll still have to check in with them.

All good then.

Are you parents okay with you staying here all weekend?

Our parents? They don't give a shit.

So what do we do?

It's so hot in here.

It must be because of me.

You should take off more.

- What is this? - Let me show you.

Damn, what sort of sick shit you're doing here?

Try it on.

How is it? Fuck me!

No way, it's freaking awesome!

It really suits you.

Does it?

THE NOBLE SADISTS' ASSOCIATION

Ladies first.

It's not what we agreed on.

We were supposed to go there.

Siarkowska and Wabich must be there already.

They will come to us.

Because today,

we have a big beast to hunt.

Subtitle Extracted by: Aren Zohrabi

I must admit it's kind of romantic.

You know, our guys did a great job hiding.

It's as if we were on our own.

There's no reception here.

Let's go!

Fuck! Fuck!

What the fuck? Why are they shooting at us?

It's not our guys, you idiot. Now!

Fuck!

Translated by: Błażej Wojciechowski