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I really missed you.

Every time's the same. We make up in bed.

What's so bad about it? We were always great in bed together.

Get back to the sofa.

Please, we won't be pretending in front of your mother.

We're married. We can bang all we want. Even the priest said so.

No, no! Kamil, it's not about mum.

What happened here doesn't mean everything's fine, yeah?

I know I fucked it up a bit.

But why would we think about that if things are okay now?

Can you imagine how happy your mum will be that we're back together?

No, no, stop. Don't say that! You're manipulating me.

- Move to the sofa. - Now?

- Yes. - Okay.

Let's go for a walk around the city before we leave.

Before we leave? We're not back together yet!

It will be fun. Don't put your panties on.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Anna had a... little accident.

I had to come over.

I see. Something with the hip, right?

What? No... the plug!

- Short circuit? - Yes!

There's been a short circuit. Great tattoo.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

See you.

Henio, did you forget your screwdriver or what?

- Hi. Is Ola here? - Wait. We've met yesterday, right?

Officer...

- The Flying Dutchman, correct? - Michał Holender. Deputy.

- Right. - Can I speak to Ola?

Well, no. You came very early, you know what I mean?

- We just got up. Maybe in two hours. - I understand.

I'm not sleeping! I'm not asleep. Hi, Michał.

Hi. Sorry to bother you.

- I have this case... - You've got a case and you come to me?

- I can't believe it. Come in! - We're slightly tired.

- We were catching up, all night. - Come in Michał!

How can you even look at that? You're going to have nightmares.

Tidy up, Kamil.

They always kill themselves in pairs, but the method is different every time.

Look, these two drowned themselves in a lake,

this couple shot themselves in the heads,

and these last two were recently found hanged.

Are you trying to tell me they all killed themselves out of love?

I don't know. Maybe. But what sort of reason is that?

You know, they're kids. Hormones are racing.

Some people never grow out of it.

Three weeks have passed since the first suicide

and we still haven't received any reports on missing people.

We found no documents, no cell phones, no suicide notes. Nothing.

It's been three weeks and you have nothing? Again?

What the hell is going on here?

All the suicides are spaced out by a week's time.

Strange, is that the crime scene is always clean.

Like someone tidied it up on purpose.

- Perhaps, these are not suicides. - Yeah.

Can you fucking tell me what this is? What are these photos?

And what's all this show about?

It's about a case I have to solve with the Ultraviolets.

What case? Who are the Ultraviolets? Is it a new cult I haven't heard of?

And what is Mr. Holender doing here? Is he your private Sherlock Holmes?

- Try to be a bit nicer. - Or what, you'll shoot me?

- I just don't get this situation! - Kamil!

Kamil.

Tell me, why are you working with the police?

Why, why? Because I'm good at it. 'Cause I have intuition.

I knew you were cheating on me right away.

Don't get started after we spent the night together.

Everything was fine before that Holender appeared. That's the truth.

You must be kidding!

Ola, I fully understand that this brings you closer

to the other case and it's okay with me...

No, no! It's not about that case. It's not about Maciek anymore!

I've met cool people. Together we do a lot of good. That's it.

I'm worried about you, because you're getting involved again.

Stop it.

- Totally getting involved again. - Stop it! Now!

You always make me look crazy. Stop making me look crazy!

When I came here, I wanted to throw myself off a bridge.

But there's no river in this damn town. Because of you! Yes!

I came across an accident and I knew that it was not a suicide.

The UV guys trusted me. We caught the culprit,

and for the first time in forever I felt that I can make a difference!

Unlike in our marriage.

Thanks.

Hello, darlings! Welcome to my channel again!

Today I will be talking briefly about the shampoo

I've been using recently.

I would really like to recommend it to you.

It has apricot oil among its ingredients,

which makes my hair smooth, soft and shiny.

And cut. So, now for the hair.

Ready? Go!

Stop. Got it.

- Was it good? - Come and see.

Awesome! It looks cool!

- Hi there! - Hi, Tomek!

Nice to see you again. Everything fine with you?

Yeah... I mean, I'm alone for now.

Grazyna went away to visit her mother.

I see... Getting back to the case...

All these kids supposedly committed suicide, but something smells fishy.

Michał agrees.

Oh, so... you're not alone?

- No. That's my husband, Kamil. - Hey, Kamil, wanna join us?

No, thank you. I used to pretend I was a policeman when I was a little kid.

- Go! Go! - Where to?

- Make yourself some tea. - Look at him! Serious guy.

Let's try to identify the victims without Kamil's help. He's a grown up.

Why don't you call a fortune teller to help you? What?

What if I told you that if everything goes well,

I will breathe life into those dead bodies?

Right.

Okay, let's focus and take a good look at the photos.

A broken heart looks awesome.

A post-breakup tattoo. How about this guy?

I met a tattoo artist some time ago.

I couldn't stand him in the long run but he's made his mark forever.

I attended many tattoo festivals with him. There was a girl there,

who would always win prizes.

This heart is her job. I recognize the style. She works in Radom.

- Isn't that where you live, Tomek? - No way! Damn it people.

I'm rather antisocial in real life.

I have papers from the doctors to prove it. No chance!

Did you make up your mind? Cause you gotta be sure.

It won't wash off when you get bored with it.

That's my job. Do you want the same one?

Someone broke your heart?

No, my heart is where it should be. I'm just investigating.

I need to know who you did this for.

Are you from the police? That's why you are so weird.

No, I'm from Ultraviolet.

I know, I should be more mysterious but it doesn't always work out.

I know the feeling. I've heard about you, bunch of weirdos.

That boy's only been here once, but I remember him well.

He would say very weird stuff,

as if coming from a really bad rock ballad.

- Do you remember his name? - I do but I won't tell you.

Why? Tattoo artists have to keep professional secrets?

- He did it to himself? - Maybe he did, maybe somebody helped him.

Listen, once I know his name it'll be easier to tell.

- It's her fault. - Whose fault?

They would spend a lot of time together, entire days. I would even get jealous.

She wrapped him around her finger.

It's not the girl we found with him...

What are you talking about?

Do you recognize her?

They did it together. We thought they were a couple.

I don't know her.

Have you noticed anything peculiar about your son's behavior?

He suffered greatly, clammed up.

Disappeared for days whenever he felt like it.

You never looked for him?

He would always come back.

- He said he was a wanderer. - A wanderer?

Yeah. On his way to the fucking great abyss.

Neither his mother nor his school friends know the girl.

Somebody would know if they were a couple.

- So why did they commit suicide together? - Perhaps they went through similar trauma?

The question is how they found each other.

Yes, how? The Internet or some broken hearts' club?

- That's what I'm wondering. - Are we going out?

- You've got your husband there. I forgot. - That's how it is when you get hitched.

Your husband constantly gets in your way.

- I heard everything. - Okay, I have to finish, thank you. Bye.

Have fun!

- So, dinner time? - Couldn't you go alone?

- I know you like going out alone. - What?

Kamil, look at me. I'm all prepared. But I cannot go. I can't help it.

The good news is that we managed to identify the boy.

Yeah, great. Makes no sense, this happy detectives' club?

You should probably sign up to a girl scouts' group.

I was kicked out of girl scouts.

But Ola, we would go out to eat some mussels and drink white wine.

And I'm losing the battle with some dead bodies. Hello?

We'll make up for it tomorrow. I promise!

- We will? - Yes.

- And today you could try and help me. - Help you? How? Kill the Dutchman?

This is how we get connected to these Ultraviolets?

Yes, get us connected.

Hey! I knew you'd get into this!

Don't worry, man. I know guys from Riot Corp are tough.

How do you know where I work, smarty-pants? You stalked me?

Piast, what were you able to find out.

I managed to hack Antek's account.

He was threatening his ex he'd kill himself.

- What exactly did he say? - That he'd shoot himself in the head.

And, more metaphorically...

I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF!

...that he's traveling to a great abyss.

Everybody this age is traveling somewhere. Your mustache starts growing,

you get pimples all over your face,

and you experience uncontrolled erections in biology class.

- It's true. - When I feel down, I just do karaoke.

There you go.

Right. I browsed through his friends. No suicides among them.

So how are we supposed to find them?

Thanks to a special app. I'm currently testing.

A name is enough to find everything there is to know about that person.

Personal data, social media accounts, hobbies.

A total package of data.

Thanks to that I can single out people with similar profiles.

Shame this app can't predict who's gonna end themselves.

So, does it say they knew each other?

Not yet, but they do have two things in common.

"Just broken up".

And posts about the great abyss.

Wait!

What does that mean?

There's no such group, game, or challenge.

You know what? I think someone is manipulating those kids,

and feeding them such empty phrases.

He is maybe hunting for them on the Internet.

And later he brings them all to Ł�dź?

Perfect idea for a promotion of the city.

Kamil, cut it out. Don't shit in your own nest!

My nest is in London. And so is yours.

You're going back to London?

- Yes. - No!

Hey, I've got something! There's this website

that has been visited by all of them. It's called Lost Souls.

LOST SOULS

Are you scared?

It doesn't hurt.

What if you go to hell afterwards?

Don't be stupid.

You're sucked in the abyss and you're at peace finally. Your suffering stops.

I don't want to do this.

You'll be found out if you don't do the task.

What are you doing? Do you think anybody needs you here?

I don't want to die.

For now, all we know is they shot up something.

Hi. They both have needle marks.

I'll find out what they injected in the morgue.

Their death occurred between two and four in the morning.

That's what it looks like, Becia.

We didn't find anything near the bodies. And don't call me Becia.

They might have done it before they arrived here.

We'll see what the autopsy says.

Not over the left shoulder. It's bad luck.

- In their case it's hard to speak of luck. - Beata!

And stop with the superstitions.

Looks like a bolt from a tripod or a camera.

Monika, will you take the photo and secure the evidence?

Do you think someone was here?

Someone had to clean the crime scene.

- And was filming them? - It's sick but possible.

It hasn't even been a week since the last suicide.

I wonder how long we have until the next one.

One coffee for mummy.

Don't try to please me.

- How are you two getting on? - Some things are still great.

I think if it wasn't for her playing detective,

we would have been in London by now. I am very worried about her.

Why so?

Why? She's acting in the exact same way as when Maciek died.

- That's not true. - It's true, all right.

Those mood swings. She looks worse than before

and she's lost a lot of weight.

Couldn't you help me to convince her to leave with me for London?

Me? Convince her yourself! You're the one who needs her forgiveness, not me.

- Where's my computer? - What?

- Where's my computer? - Why are you panicking?

They found more bodies.

Great.

I heard the suicide videos surfaced on the web.

Michał is right. Someone's filming the whole thing.

- And those kids allow it? - Seems so.

No. Someone's manipulating them. Piast, can you try to find the videos, please?

Not that simple. Someone's uploaded them into the darknet.

Darknet? It's getting interesting.

It's a hidden web that anyone can use if they install the necessary browser.

It provides full anonymity but has its dark side.

It is often used by deviants and swindlers.

So how do we access it?

We need another user's recommendation.

That's how it works at the dark side of the darknet.

Anyone has any friends or knows any experts in the field?

Grzegorz, 50 years old, financial analyst. Known as GrzechXL.

Not a psycho, just a harmless deviant. But a savvy one.

He owes me a favor.

I'll give you the address of the place where he can be found.

You're coming with me. You'll be protecting my ass.

Am I? That's way more motivating.

You know, I have been so naughty.

You should whip me for everything I've done. You know that?

You can get your ass kicked if you want.

As long as you kick it hard. Talk dirty to me!

I don't have time to fool around. I need to find Grzech, remember?

Ola, come and...

Mister Grzegorz, I presume?

- Call me Grzech. - Cool, I'm Ola.

Hi, I'm Ola.

What are you doing here? Who let you in without a tie?

Better? Will the cap be enough?

- May I sit? - Master.

May I sit, master? My legs are hurting.

That's cool... I need your help Grzech.

Do you have access to hidden darknet services?

- What are you, FBI? - No, give me break!

I need your recommendation to access darknet.

Girlie, I can only recommend trusted people.

Okay. You know Piast? He's the one who sends me.

This kiddo helped me several times with my antivirus system...

Right.

But that's not enough to risk my reputation within the darknet.

Reputation? Grzech, do you get turned on by teen suicide movies?

Someone's uploading them in the darknet.

What do I have to do with that?

Take a look. They are killing themselves in couples.

The police think they are doing it out of love. But what if some psycho

is filming them and uploading it on the Internet to make money?

I'll send the link to Piast.

Great, thanks, Grzech. Thank you!

Thank you.

Kamil?

Kamil we're leaving!

Let me grab my jacket. Bye!

- She started... - That's fine.

- You're not mad? - No.

Because she just kinda dominated me.

No, I'm not mad and I'm feeling good about it.

Our friend did a good job. I'm already on the website,

but the videos are pay-per-view.

Somebody is earning money on them?

How much is it? Surprisingly, I have some money left on my card.

- We can use it. - You pay in bitcoins.

- I have a bitcoin account. - Grazyna didn't take it over?

- Stop that! - It's an account in the Cayman Islands.

I won't use bitcoins in the real world,

so I can spare some for a good cause.

- And who uploaded the videos? - Signed, Limbo.

Okay, I'm playing them.

Jesus!

Fuck. This is sick! This is disgusting! You're all sick.

Why did you even watch it?

Why all the shouting? I want to help them. That's it.

This is a job for the police, not for internet weirdos!

- Okay, whatever... - And? What?

- You must be sick in the head. - Get lost.

Where's Kamil?

He needed a break. Let's quickly establish what we already know.

He's signed as "Limbo". The abyss, in other words.

And those kids seem to be traveling to a great abyss.

It's clear he's filming them in hiding.

How does he know that they are going to be there,

that they want to kill themselves?

He must be recruiting them somehow. But how does he get to know them?

Online. Do you remember that Lost Souls website?

He's probably looking for them there

and then encouraging them to commit suicide.

- Okay guys, let's throw a bait. - What bait?

We need to post on that site.

A desperate cry for help. Maybe he'll contact us.

- Yes, I'll write it up. - Out of the question!

Yes! Think about it, a video feed of a known fashion blogger's suicide.

He wouldn't like to miss that one.

- Stop acting foolish! No way! - It's settled.

I don't want you to go back to this.

I'm an adult, I'll manage.

Hi. It's the Muffin here.

I guess you know my smile and perfect makeup.

That's how I collect your "likes".

That's the me you love.

But do you know who I really am when I take off my mask?

I'm Regina. Sad and abandoned.

From the moment he left me behind, I can't pretend anymore.

It hurts too much...

Who are you?

You need help. And I am your medicine.

You'll be relieved...

and at peace again. I promise you this.

You're a woman? Can I see you?

I am Limbo.

You? But you look like me.

It's because I'm just like you. You can trust me.

Tell me, why are you hurting?

I'm pretending to be someone I'm not in front of the entire world.

- I don't even know what I feel anymore. - I want to know the real Regina.

I'm here and I won't reject you, no matter what you say.

My life is worthless.

If things were different, he wouldn't have left me for someone else.

Tell me, what did you feel when he left?

I felt I'm a nobody and I don't deserve to be loved.

I wanted to disappear.

I thought if I take enough pills I'll just fall asleep and it won't hurt.

My sister found me.

You regret it didn't work.

I still feel ashamed. I don't want to remember it.

Regina, you have the right to be yourself.

You can't be ashamed of yourself.

To take away your life is an act of great courage.

And you tried.

People say it's an act of weakness.

People have no idea about your pain. I'll help you.

Just tell me that's what you want.

Okay...

You will meet with another traveler.

You will support each other in that task.

Remember, this is an act of the greatest courage.

Someone must have hurt her very much to do that to others.

We can't even fucking trace her.

Everything in the darknet is encrypted and the IP is anonymous.

If I confirm my decision, she'll send me further instructions.

- I can meet her. - Absolutely not. I don't agree!

There you go.

- So, what should we do? Sit and wait? - That would be best.

We'll run her photo in our base. That's all we can do for now.

- That's almost like doing nothing. - I don't have to explain myself.

ASSHOLE

Hello?

Okay, okay... Kamil, fine...

Still not ready?

I haven't slept at all. I'm worried about those kids.

Told you this whole investigation is too personal for you.

- Don't talk to me this way. - You're getting too involved.

I'm just worried. I don't want history repeating itself.

So, stop worrying!

You trying to kill me?

- I thought that's what you wanted. - But I wanted to do it on my own.

Wait...

I know you! You're... Muffinka?

This is fake, yes? Somebody's pranking me?

My real name is Regina and I'm here for the same reason as you.

I don't believe you.

You have everything. You're famous, beautiful. Your life is perfect.

Do you always believe in what you see?

Sorry, you're right.

My friends probably think that I'm such a lucky guy myself.

Why do you want to do this?

I've always felt lonely because people just kept leaving me.

First my mom left,

then my dad started a new family.

Maybe this isn't such a bad place but I just don't fit in here.

Did Limbo tell you that?

Limbo is right. She understands me.

- You on something? - Me?

You are high as a kite, I can tell by your eyes.

So what? It's just for courage, so I don't back down.

You're here to lecture me?

We should hurry up.

I didn't believe you'd come.

From now on you can call me your best friend.

You didn't say you'd be filming this.

It's for inspiration. You can be a role model to others.

Besides, for you the camera is just like a mirror.

Of course, it's just the intro.

I thought to myself that water can't wash away your pain

but fire will envelop it all.

Self-immolation.

Of course, this kind of death requires fortitude,

but maybe a noble heart will do?

I imagined it differently.

I would like to look decent once it's over.

I know you are afraid, but your fear of life is much bigger.

It's been eating you up for a long time now.

When the flesh catches fire, you'll feel the pain for a moment,

but then the fear will end and relief will come.

What are you doing?

Let's leave some for you.

Come close to her, so that you can embrace her.

You have to die together.

People discovered fire, to protect themselves from the dark.

You can stop being afraid my friend.

Who did this to you?

Don't you believe in love? Or do you hate it that much?

He took me to the lake one day.

We went in until the water reached our necks.

He started kissing me on the lips and started pulling me in.

All the way down to the bottom.

You managed to free yourself and get to the surface.

And he stayed there because he chose to. Because he did not want to suffer anymore.

Suffering...

Fuck, how I hate that weakness! And you are all carrying it on the inside!

Help her!

Three to five years.

That is the possible sentence for inducing people to commit suicide.

Three to five years? Your client provided them with the tools.

What? There you go!

The coroner's report. The last couple was injected with a muscle relaxant.

Have been injected?

And I thought that those who commit suicide do it themselves.

Fuck, I cannot take it. Damn it!

We haven't found any syringes around them.

Who, as far as you're concerned, has cleaned the crime scene?

Ghosts?

Inspector, you must be really desperate

if you think that this report is evidence of my client's guilt.

So good luck with that! Meanwhile, let's focus on the facts.

I think the court will sentence her for three years in suspension.

My client has an impeccable reputation as a professional nurse.

She's always provided the ailing with her help.

What?

She'll get five years maximum.

Five years for killing six people? It's beyond my comprehension.

Her lawyer is already planning a settlement with the prosecutors.

If the court agrees to that she'll be free to go.

What about the camera?

Tomorrow we will copy the material and check it.

- Michał. - What?

Come here.

Wait here.

No one has ever talked to me like that.

She seemed to understand me and care for me.

I thought she might even fall in love with me.

Stupid, right?

Love is stupid sometimes. So what? Everyone needs it.

It all depends on whom you come across.

I bet she's been selling you this crappy talk about courage.

If you're taking your own life, you're lonely and desperate.

It's a call for help, not courage.

How can you know?

Because I did try it once.

You're exceptional to me.

You're sensitive and one of a kind, and you have to learn

- how to protect that inside of you. - You're special too.

You said that about Limbo as well.

Do you know I was worried sick? Why didn't you tell me?

I'm sorry.

- So? - We've already seen all the films

from the memory card in the darknet.

There's nothing more?

Please, try to check that card again. You have those magical ways of yours.

Magical ways? The only possibility is that she erased some of the files.

- There is something. - I will try to retrieve it,

but it might not be the whole thing. The other videos could've overwritten it.

Let's see if there is anything left.

I don't want to die.

Lie down. Both of you. Quick!

I'm scared.

You don't have to be.

I'm here to help you.

Now she's filling the syringe with succinylcholine.

The right dosage causes muscle paralysis...

- Lay down. - ...and the patient stops breathing.

This should be enough for a double murder charge.

Coffee? Maybe tea?

First of all, I didn't steal it.

I only borrowed it. Just one piece of evidence and I returned it immediately.

If Waldemar had known about it, he would have hanged me by the balls.

He didn't find out and the screwed up nurse will rot in jail.

When are you going back to London?

I don't know. We're still talking.

Do you have to go? My career will be at risk.

- Who's going to help me with the cases? - Waldemar.

But I'm serious. Do you have to go?

- Right. Bye for now. - Did you hear what I said?

Bye!

- God, what a day. - Yeah.

Ola...

Say one word and I'll stay.

With my mother, Anna?

Sorry.

I wanted to tell you that...

you've changed. And those Ultraviolets of yours...

you're really great at it.

I know.

Kamil I thought it all over. I don't want to go on like this.

I am in a different place now.

It's not that I don't want to forgive you, because these are two different stories.

- But I really am in a different place now. - I know.

- I do wish that things were different. - But you do understand it?

Don't you?

I guess I do.

Subtitle translation by Marcin Kupiecki