All language subtitles for Zasada Przyjemnosci S01E01

ODESSA, UKRAINE

THE PLEASURE PRINCIPLE

ODESSA, UKRAINE

According to them, the boat
came from out there...

But they aren't certain.

They only think so.

I feel sorry.

But tomorrow I'd like to know
your theory on this case.

Maggot.

Here we have the cause of death.

Her throat was cut.

The cut is quite deep and wide.

Both carotid arteries cut.

Other injuries?

I think that all the other wounds
were made by birds.

Did she defend herself?

I don't see any signs indicating that.

When did death occur?

We don't know how long the body
was adrift on the boat.

It hasn't rained for two weeks and the body
was exposed to the sun.

From three to seven days.
With a large margin of error.

You're not helping me, Ola.

She hadn't had sexual intercourse
before she died.

I found no traces of semen,

either in her gullet
or her digestive tract.

The arm was cut off after she died.

Why did he cut off her arm
after she died?

Why on earth did
he put her in this boat?

Maybe he wanted
the body to be found.

But he couldn't have predicted...

...that the boat would drift
towards the beach.

There are many ships out there.

Sooner or later, somebody
would have come across her.

Do you have a cigarette?

You know I don't smoke.

And you quit smoking.

Tomorrow Jefremow
will have me for breakfast.

So let's do our job, clean it up
and hand it all to them.

This is our corpse, dear Bohdan.

It appeared in our area.
And this is our fucking duty.

That's what they pay us for.

Where do we start?

With her identity.

We have to find out who she was.

Missing persons lists for
the whole country.

We'll check her fingerprints, perhaps
she's already been recorded.

Also we have to call
the local police stations.

Maybe someone saw something,

maybe someone reported their
boat being swiped.

I doubt it though,

since it's unmarked.

Have you seen anything
like this before?

WARSAW, POLAND

It's much better
than the price indicates.

Argentinian Malbec.

You won't defend her.

This recording is no proof at all.

Then why did she shoot the camera?

She doesn't like cameras.

I don't like them either.

Fuck me!

What the fuck is he doing?!

- What's the fuck going on?
- What's he doing?!

I'm fucking scared of him!

Will you give me your
phone number?

What for?

I have my life settled.

I thought I was done for today...

Okay, don't call him.

- You've got somebody!
- Myself.

And this is a fucking huge
responsibility.

- What do you do?
- Something useful.

You've got a gun.

Have you got scared?

Now you won't have a hard-on
when you see me?

And what do you do?

I translate books.

There's something in the idea that
intellectuals are good in bed.

Hi.

- Where's this bat?
- Over there.

There are cameras there.

Call them now so that
they won't fucking delete it.

Yes, Ma'am.

ODESSA, UKRAINE

Statistically, people who commit
such murders

are single men

between thirty
and fifty years of age.

What "such murders"?

We haven't got an evident sexual motive.
He didn't leave any traces.

It might
even be a robbery-murder.

Do you believe that?

Why would he cut her arm

and lay her in a boat?

To let us think that he is a psycho.

We can't even rule out her being
the victim of a mafia rumble.

These people handle such
things quietly.

And where do you get this knowledge from,
dear Bohdan?

There was a narcocartel
in Juarez, in Mexico,

that used to shred its opponents

and scattered those pieces
in public places.

It is possible that few people
in this city know precisely

what this girl's body means,
as well as her missing arm.

NOT FOUND

WARSAW, POLAND

So where do you have this arm?

In the sanitary car.

Wasiak's trying to get to you.

Are you on my side?

As usual, within the borders
of law and decency.

Whose decency?

Whose?

The car's owner is Witold
Patryk Bronisz.

Yes?

Commissioner Maria Sokołowska.
I want to talk to Mr Witold Patryk Bronisz.

First floor.

What does your husband do?

He works at an insurance company,
as a branch manager.

What's happened?

We found his car. I'm conducting
an investigation.

What investigation? About what?

I need to question Mr. Witold
Patryk Bronisz first.

He should have been home
three hours ago.

His phone doesn't answer. Please
tell me what's happened!

I need a recent photograph of him.

Here you are.

If he comes back, please
call me right away.

If he isn't back in the nearest two hours,
call me anyway too.

But tell me what's happened!

I'm begging you, I'm his wife!

I need to question him first.

Did you check Bronisz?

He's clean. An honest man.

I've e-mailed the other districts anyway,
perhaps he scratched somebody's car,

or didn't answer a question.

Such things sometimes
don't reach headquarters.

OK.

PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC

Bring me a bag!

Is this okay?

OK.

Jesus!

Why is this happening to me?

Because you have bad luck.

Let's go.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Major Viktor Seifert.

Homicide.

Petr Sobota, director of the theatre.

Can you somehow explain this to me?

Like everyone here, I'm shocked.

Who's responsible for this bag
before the performance?

Our stage manager, Marketa Dostálová.

Who's usually in the theatre
during the day?

Of course, there's me, my secretary,
and our ticket girl,

but she only comes in at eleven thirty,
as we open the ticket office at twelve.

And then there are people

I'm about to meet
on a given day.

Who was in the theatre during the day,

of course apart from you
and your secretary?

Today there were here three directors
and two play writers.

Could you write me down their first names,
surnames and phone numbers?

Do you suspect them?

I suspect even you.

After the performance,
I take the bag,

take the banknotes out of it and put them
in the wings, stage right,

where Hana enters.

I put the empty bag in the wings
stage left, where Jaromír enters.

That's it.

You don't check
the bag before a show?

What for? It's empty.

You must have felt that the bag
was heavier than usual.

Yes, I did. So what?

And didn't you
want to check why?

How? Where?

Was I supposed to stand
on stage and say:

"Hana dear, wait with
these banknotes a second,

as the bag seems too heavy today"?

Oh, no.

All right, I didn't say this like that.

I rarely go to the theatre.

I think you could start
visiting it more often.

WARSAW, POLAND

Hey, babe.

I left my game of bridge for you.

Hello, Gucio.

The arm was cut
with extraordinary precision

with an acute electric tool,

after the victim was completely bled out,
already after death.

Have we got the corpse?

If I were you, little daughter,
I would prepare for this.

Sokołowska.

My husband has just returned.

I'll be right there.

We've got a corpse.

- Fuck.
- Fuck what?

Nothing.

I promised Lenka we'd go away
for the weekend.

And you will. There are two more days
before the weekend.

You want to find
the guy in two days?

This is the first time in my life
I've seen something like this.

- Clearly, this is an invitation to dance.
- I like dancing.

On your own, only with me,
you won't manage.

I won't be on my own.

I was attacked,

idnapped

and I lost consciousness.

Someone probably

stole my car.

Why do you think so?

After I got free,
I noticed my car keys

and registration card
I had carried with me were missing.

What do you mean
"I was kidnapped and got free"?

When I came to, I was in
a completely different place,

all trussed up with duct tape.

Hands behind my back,
legs and ankles bound,

and tape on my mouth, too.

A black bag over my head.

Was anything else stolen from you?

Cash, credit cards?

No. They were in my wallet.

- Where were you attacked?
- On the street.

While I was getting out
of my car.

And more specifically?

On Górska street.

What were you doing
on Górska street?

You told me you were leaving work
and going straight home.

Not now, Wanda,
I'll explain it to you later.

How did you lose consciousness?
Where you knocked unconscious?

No.

Here......I felt something strange.

I don't know how to describe it...

...an electric shock?

It was very painful. I lost feeling
in my legs, I felt numb everywhere,

then I hit the ground...
and passed out.

Who's with you in this picture?

Olena,

a grant holder from Kiev.

A few years ago she lived with us
for two weeks.

I work at the university.
I took care of her.

She had some temporary problems

with her accommodation,
so I said she could...

One moment please, what's going on here?

It was me who was attacked, I lost
consciousness, was tied up, kidnapped.

We've got your car.

Unfortunately, it's been damaged

in circumstances
we have to explain.

ODESSA, UKRAINE

Olena Sakowicz,

twenty-six years old.

Looks like her.
The same type,

but it's not her.

Are you sure?

If you can't see the difference, we may
as well quit for the day.

Listen...

I'll call Marina.

She'll make something
nice to eat, we'll have a vodka...

That's very nice, but no.

Give Marina a hug from me though.

- OK?
- New girlfriend?

No.

I am younger than you

but I have a wife

and a kid.

I'm happy for you.

So what?

It helps a bit.

It doesn't help at all.

Policeman with a family sooner or later
gives them hell on earth.

Why are you running away,
you idiot?

- I'm done with you.
- That's your opinion, Scorpio.

Only death can do us part.
Yours or mine.

What do you want from me?

A strange corpse
drifted up to me in a boat.

A young girl, who had her arm
chopped off by someone.

Are you high?

I wish I was.

Open up your eyes and ears.

Check discreetly

if this wasn't the work of some
of our mutual friends.

Got it?

- Serhij...
- Yes?

It's dangerous.

Life is dangerous thing, Scorpio.

I didn't spare yours so that you could
shave in expensive clubs.

You finally ought to prove that
my gesture was not a mistake.

WARSAW, POLAND

Marks on the neck may point
to a stun gun.

The skin on his wrists and ankles
shows traces of adhesive from tape.

And on his mouth too, from the
nose to chin, left cheek to right.

You got out of your car in Górska street.

What were you doing there?

Please come back to the table,
Mr. Bronisz.

But I didn't do anything.

I'm the victim here!

Sit down at the table, please.

I was going to visit a woman.

First name, surname, address.

- That's not important.
- I decide what's important.

Edyta Pająk, Górska thirteen,
apartment eight.

In what way are you connected
with her?

I fuck her.

What happened next?

I woke up, bound

and gagged, with a...

...black bag on my head.

- I was lying in the back of a car.
- In the boot?

No. Between the seats.

It was a mini-van, or a van,
something like that.

Someone, I think it was a man,
pulled me out of this car.

Did he cut the tape that was binding
your legs?

No, no, no.

He grabbed me under my arms
and dragged me along the ground.

Then

he walked back to the van
and the van drove away.

Here!

This is where he left me

and where I was released.
Under this streetlight.

I understand that you drove to
Górska street straight from your office.

No. From the Galeria Mokotów mall.

I was buying a gift.

- Did you leave the car in the car park?
- Yes.

Do you remember the level,
parking zone?

"Fish" level,

around spot forty-eight.

You've got a great memory.

I know.

Sometimes it's my curse.

I remember things I don't need
to remember, or things that

I shouldn't remember.

Time you were there?

Five, five-thirty pm.

Józek, call Galeria Mokotów
mall security,

have them prepare the car park monitoring
tapes for us- between five and seven pm.

"Fish" level, around spot forty-eight.

Wanda?

Wanda?

Wanda?!

I'm sorry.

- Do you know Witold Bronisz?
- I know him.

- How long?
- About a year.

- How often do you see each other?
- What's this all about?

Was he supposed to come today?

He did call and say
he'd drop by for a moment.

It's my birthday. I suppose
he wanted to give me a present.

Happy birthday.

What's the matter,
can you tell me?

I ask the questions, you answer
them. May I?

Witold Patryk Bronisz testified that
he was attacked and knocked out

as he got out of his car
in front of your building.

That isn't completely true. He never
parks his car in front of my building.

Always a few buildings away.

Preferably in the street
around the corner.

So you wouldn't have seen
or heard anything?

Do I look like I stand
in the window, waiting?

Has something happened to him?

No. How did you meet him?

- We work together.
- How long?

Four years. But it was only a year ago
that he became interested in me.

Is he usually interested
in other women he works with?

For the time being,
I don't want to shame him.

He hasn't deserved it yet.

Fast-forward.

Stop and rewind to the beginning.

Stop.

He was already there.

Take it to five twenty-three pm.

He's here the whole time.

Stop.

It looks like whoever
came in this mini-van,

didn't get out of it at all.

Let's see what time he arrived.

Yes...

Play it again, when he drives
away after Bronisz.

Stop.

Can we see his plates?

Not on this equipment.
And Bolek is already off duty.

So draft him in! We've got
a corpse somewhere.

Maria, this mini-van could be
a pure coincidence.

Somebody arrived three quarters
of an hour before Bronisz.

He sat inside for almost an hour
and drove away, right after Bronisz did.

- And you think this is a coincidence?
- And what is it then?

Bronisz stated that
he was kept in a van.

In his opinion, it might
have been a mini-van.

PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC

Are you new here?

Do you mind?

No.

As I get older, I am happy to make
connections with new people.

- Seifert.
- Ivan Crhan.

Vlasta had to retire one day.

Sure.

I haven't been here for a while.

Looking at the skin, it's a young woman,
twenty to thirty years old.

The arm had been frozen.

Excuse me?

When I was cutting it, the deeper tissues
were still partly frozen.

But everything tells me it was cut off
some time after the victim had died.

There are no signs of blood.

Good job, doctor.

Ivan.

Viktor.

It's five minutes and you're already
my favourite pathologist.

My intuition tells me,
this is not a compliment.

I'm sorry.

I'll keep my fingers crossed that this
corpse lands on my table as soon as possible.

And that you find out
who this is.

Why did they freeze this hand?

Perhaps to make it impossible for us
to find out when they killed her.

Do you have any hypotheses?

There may be an
infinite number of them.

Shall we try to exclude some of them?

No, let's find the body first.
Then we can start excluding things.

It must have been someone who knows
theatre and all that stuff.

Why do you think so?

It could be anybody.

It is not difficult to get in
the theatre to the backstage.

But you're right.

Let's start with the owner.

WARSAW, POLAND

Come out, or I'll fucking smash
the door down.

Capital police headquarters.
Show me your papers.

I didn't do anything.

I'll decide that.

How much did he take?

I don't know. I didn't even
notice when he got lost.

You're lying,
you were doing it together.

I don't do drugs anymore.
I'm clean, you can check me.

"You can check me, MADAM",
you crumb.

You will stay with him until
he wakes up and takes a shower.

You'll make him a big breakfast.

I'm not his nanny.
I have my own duties.

Fuck.

You don't do it and
I'll find you and fucking kill you.

Yes, Józek?

It's a Czech plate!

- Pardon me?
- Czech plates!

The van was registered
in the Czech Republic.

Prague to be exact.

- Bolek says hi...
- Hi!

Maria?

- Are you there?
- Yes.

Okay. We need to send
these numbers to all districts.

I've already done it.
Shall we call the Czechs too?

No.

We'll call if we don't find this minivan
within forty eight hours.

Say hi to Bolek and go to bed.

Okay.

Are you crazy? At this hour?

I'm always crazy about you.
Day and night.

Will you let me in?

Could you come at least once
at normal time?

Give me the keys
and that won't be a problem.

Since you're already here,
don't you come to bed?

I've had a tough day too.

WARSAW, POLAND

Hi.

I got it from Mokotów district.

Andżelika Musiał, twenty-eight years old.

About a year ago

she came to them and accused...

...Witold Patryk Bronisz of rape.

An hour later she
withdrew the accusation.

She started crying
and said it was revenge.

Three months later, her mother
reported her missing.

She hasn't been found yet.

She looks like a clone of that Edyta Pająk.

So we know his type.

And what about the rape?

- She didn't get a medical exam?
- No.

She worked with Bronisz.

She'd been fired the day before
she reported the rape.

Hi.

I was at your place yesterday.

We have a corpse.

So you're going to be up
twenty four seven now, is that clear?

Clean as a new-born.

I think I can count on that
after what I've done for you.

Read the files.

The guys from Mokotów
found no obvious cause

for Andżelika Musiał's disappearance.

Her mother denies that she was depressed,
or had suicidal thoughts.

It's true that she had a hard time
after getting fired,

but according to her mother,
she was soon back on her feet.

She'd already had three job interviews,
which gave her a chance of getting a job.

Lieutenant Mielnik.

Right now!

That Czech mini-van
didn't stop for a check.

They are fucking off now
along the road to the north.

It's going straight the whole time. We're
sitting on its ass. Do we know who's inside?

We've got no idea, that's why you're not
stopping it on your own.

He's trying to shake us off, so it'd
be good if you fucking crank it up a bit.

We are already on a highway,
we have him covered. Back us up.

- Can you cut him off?
- Not at this speed.

Too many cars.

He's got to stop sooner or later.

Police, ground!

Get on the fucking ground!

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