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Krystian is making progress.

Excuse me.

Keller!

Keller!

Keller!

Well, what did he do?

I always liked math. Gardyński is an old friend.

- Has he always been that dumb? - Hey!

What happened?

I failed the test even though my result was correct.

Why would he?

Because he wants me to do it his way and not the way you taught me.

You'll get your ass kicked more than once.

- For choosing different ways than others. - So I won't be grounded?

You will. And you'll pay for the repairs with your allowance.

I don't get allowance.

Future allowance then.

MURDERESSES

Where did you learn that?

At home.

My husband liked this kind of fun.

- Hey. - Hey.

Have you seen this?

It was my father's.

He may have taken it from some mobster.

No. It's his handwriting, can't you see?

Your father always liked riddles.

- Can you make sense of it? - No. Doesn't ring a bell.

- I'll figure it out. - Uh-uh-uh.

For now, it stays with me.

- But I still need to work on it. - No.

Ouch!

You've pulled enough stunts.

Focus on your dad's funeral, alright?

- But… - Fish!

What?

I don't want any more trouble for you.

Besides this time my ass is on the line too.

I vouched for you.

Hi!

You forgot.

- I'm sorry, all this… - It's fine. I bought some food.

- I love you. - I'll just grab some beers.

We can watch something.

Or tell me about the dates with the Prince.

There are no dates with the Prince, come on.

- We just work a case together, piss off! - Yeah, right.

- What? - I mean, with good effort, you get a guy

and a promotion, right?

- Go ahead and get him yourself. - If you let me.

See if I care.

What's wrong?

My old man's funeral is in two days.

Will you be there?

Sure I will.

- And you promise me… - What?

That you'll eat.

I will.

- That you'll go to sleep. - I will.

- You'll call me if you need to talk. - Fine

Thank you.

You'll thank me when you eat.

There.

- Yum. - I know.

Have fun.

- It's just one beer. - Right. As usual.

- Bye. - Bye.

Professor, may I have a word?

You taught me in primary school.

I once keyed your car.

- Keller. - Yes.

Keller.

The day you graduated was a celebration.

I wanted to talk about my dad.

I'm sorry

about his death.

- Funeral's tomorrow. - I'll be there, for sure.

I hope you forgave me because I really need your help.

Come on.

- Really? - Yes.

It took some time because your father is…

was… resourceful.

I once taught him

a substitution cipher where the letter „A” stands for the number 1.

And „Ż” is 32.

In the Polish alphabet, of course.

- But that cipher doesn't fit here. - Well…

He made it a bit more

complicated.

How?

Once

he joked about an article in the penal code that…

allows using…

punishment on students.

It justifies it. Article 51. That's what he used as the code.

The numbers are…

geographical coordinates and hours.

The letters are names of countries and Polish cities.

Some words don't ring a bell. „Sirens”…

„Bahamas”…

- May I? - And…

And then it's…

Women's names.

Did I help?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

The starting time is not a suggestion!

I'm sorry.

You keep treading water.

Arresting people as you go. The fuck is that?

- Following leads, boss. - Leads?

Then maybe start following the right ones, huh?

OK, the guy who withdrew the victim's money from an ATM?

We don't know his identity.

The recording just shows someone putting gum on the camera.

Oh for fuck's sake.

Alright.

- The victim's brother? - Still a suspect.

Is he?

Doesn't he have an alibi?

He showed a receipt from a gas station where he was at the time of the murder.

Did you check it?

We can't prove he was there. The station's cameras are dead.

- Did you push him? - He stands by his statement.

He won't say why he didn't make it to the warehouse.

For fuck's sake, do I need to take you by the hand?

Anyone else with brilliant ideas? Pielgrzym?

If you get just a little more upset, we will find the killer really soon.

The second shift doesn't remember anything.

What now?

- I don't know. - Here you go.

If we don't deliver fast we'll end up community policing.

Will you finally tell me where you got that scar?

Three thugs attacked me on a bus.

Didn't you mention a hooligan fight?

Did I say that?

The little ones are the worst.

What?

Dogs.

The smaller, the meaner.

I know how to check Janczak's brother's alibi.

I have four more from this time.

There he is.

- So he was at the gas station. - That's the guy?

Yes, the one in the flowery shirt.

OK, play it.

Now stop.

Dic he call a mechanic?

I'm not that close with my mechanic.

- I'd go for the Thor type… - Just don't.

So Stanisław Janczak couldn't have killed his brother.

We need to vet his lover.

Maybe he withdrew the money.

What happened to you?

I've got an eczema.

- I spoke to Jańczak's lover. - Janczak.

- Jańczak. - It's Janczak.

- With an „N”. - Right, so I spoke to him, it turns out

that he is indeed a mechanic, works on classic cars.

- Get to the point. - He has an alibi.

And the bank staff? Anyone remembers anything?

Since when do we answer to her?

- No one remembers anything, my queen. - Didn't hurt, did it?

- I'll make you happy. - Go on.

I checked phone locations in the area

when the money was withdrawn.

A lot were caused by some pilgrimage…

Whose phone was it?

- From our pool of friends? - Yeah.

Cybulski's.

Nice one!

We fucking had him in holding and let him go.

I hate thugs.

No wonder, after that bus trauma.

- What line was it? - Are you questioning me?

Just curious.

- It was a fucking poodle. Happy now? - Yes!

Just bloody zip it. There's no proof and I'll deny it.

Fuck!

Backup needed. A suspect in a dark blue Golf.

Whiskey Echo 119 01.

Right.

Fucking hell. My phone's all grimy!

- Lovely neighbourhood, huh? - Right. Which number was it?

102. Here.

Check over there.

Clear. Got anything?

He's gone for good.

The girl too.

Think they ran off together?

Fuck off or I'll report you.

- Don't think so. - What do you want?

Where's Jagoda?

- What did you do to her? - I didn't lay a fucking finger on her.

She went in, locked the door and won't come out.

We'll only be a minute.

I don't know where the fuck he is!

Bullshit!

What happened between the two of you?

Hey.

I wanted…

I wanted to go with him.

- He told me to fuck off. - Go where?

I don't know!

- Did he tell you he killed Janczak? - He didn't do anything!

I've spoken to the prosecutor about you acting in self defence.

He's not convinced.

He's considering a different legal classification.

Meaning?

Acting in severe distress,

caused by extreme circumstances.

To put it shortly –

a crime of passion.

Hang in here, be on your best behaviour and you'll be fine.

Unfortunately you are not allowed to attend your husband's funeral.

That's a shame.

Grzesiek took me under his wing…

when I was still a total greenhorn.

He was an old-school cop.

With his own rulebook.

With no mercy

for an overeager newbie like me.

I'm sure some colleagues would agree that

Grzesiek

never went easy on anyone.

But from a mentor

he became my friend.

I have no words to express how much I owe him.

They don't make cops like him no more.

Mum should be here.

Stop it.

Not letting her come is just disgusting.

She'd get lynched here.

She's not safe in jail, either.

- Your lawyer said he saw bruises. - Hush!

- Why hush? - We'll talk later.

Stop it.

Shall we drive them to my parents?

- They manage, they can go with us. - Well, I think that the wake…

Your son wasn't killed by a woman.

- No? - I had a vision.

I saw a strong, athletic man…

Please stop. Your visions are pure nonsense.

There are two types of people. The open ones and…

- You think that too? - Think what?

That my mother murdered my father.

I don't know. I refuse to speculate.

People are not one-dimensional.

Everyone has character flaws. It's a human thing to

have doubts.

Getting philosophical!

- I didn't know that side of you. - See?

Who are your parents?

Classic underclass.

My mother was a drunk, my father liked to kick my ass.

Łódź at it's finest.

I come from nothing, but I turned out all right, didn't I?

Can't you fucking drive like a normal person?

I am!

That's just the soil.

Look, there's Tomek's friend.

Hey.

Are you deaf? Stop.

What is it?

- When did you last see Cybulski? - Not your fucking business.

- Where is he? - I don't know. Fucking haven't seen him.

Fuck me.

Want to spend 48 hours in holding?

Alright, let me go!

He was here last night, paid me back.

- Asked for a fake ID. - Why?

- Going on vacation? I don't care! - So he's still around.

Have a good day.

Fucking hell.

The guys are supposed to watch the terminal.

But I don't think Cybulski will show his face.

But Janczak's lover and his brother are already out.

I will almost miss them.

Playing cryptologist?

You overestimate them.

They can't remember a PIN code, not to mention a cipher.

It's not about our murder case.

And that cipher was decoded by a man whose car I once keyed.

So that's your standard behaviour?

- What? - Auto-destruction.

I'll accept food as payment for destroying my mirror.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Oh, Keller.

- An iced water, please. - Best I can do is warm.

Seriously? Shove it!

Fix that bloody fridge.

My dad must have worked on some human trafficking case.

Why else would he use women's names?

Was that…

- His last case or what? - No, it's not in the files.

He must have done it on his own, after retiring.

I'm thinking

there's drug runners involved.

The geographic coordinates and

addresses in the notebook match one of the drug traffic routes.

Wait, what drugs?

He found the route when he was still a cop. But the drugs are a dead end.

The crew is gone, the boss had a stroke or whatever. Fuck them.

- Anyway… - No, wait a second.

I'm as sharp as they come, you lost me on that last bit.

My dad was possibly killed by human traffickers.

Maybe they threatened him.

Mother too.

To kill her daughters or granddaughters.

What?

Is it all a fantasy or do you have proof?

I do.

Some of the names occur in the files and the notebook.

Some places, clubs…

Bahamas doesn't exist, they're building a shop or whatever,

but Sirens?

No idea. No place by that name.

Because it's not the official name.

For what?

There's this inn on the express-way.

They serve awesome jellied fish and regulars call them „sirens”, but

how does that connect to a murder?

Are you coming?

You are.

I guess the party's over.

- May I ask what you're doing? - Let's go inside.

You want to break in?

If our boss finds out, he'll kick our asses.

And then suspend us.

It would be your second time this week.

You agreed to come here and now you're nagging?

What the fuck?

Let's just check it out.

Looks pretty clean.

Sterile even.

There's nothing here, let's split.

In here?

I found a SIM card under the counter.

Nothing else?

No, but this might be connected to my father's case.

OK, I'll take it. One of the techs owes me.

I need to talk to my mother.

Whatever you say, let's just leave.

Look, we're being followed.

You're being paranoid.

Impressive.

You're like those movie loonies who gather photos, sticky notes,

receipts found in the trash

and connect it with red thread and say that it's all connected!

But I'm right.

They all say that.

The inn must have been their storage unit.

They were later moved. I'll take another look…

- Keller… - I'll just find more hubs.

Keller…

What if one of the traffickers is the killer?

Isn't that rather far fetched?

No.

Give this to someone higher up.

- What? - This intel.

- You're too close to the case. - What would you do?

We could lose our jobs!

I'm not giving up.

What about our murder case?

We let this asshole Cybulski get away.

Not my fault.

I told you that if you kept digging, they'll have your badge!

I vouched for you.

I found an abandoned inn.

Something was going on there.

It has to do with human trafficking.

Any evidence to support that?

- Well, it's clean and empty, but… - That doesn't mean a thing.

Good morning.

Everything by that express-way is long dead.

- I didn't mention the express-way. - I can read too.

I found it in the notebook, same as you.

I'll be right there.

- If you don't stop sniffing around… - Then what?

I'll report you myself.

Jagoda: Can we talk?

You're pretty all right for a cop.

There's more of us.

Nobody moved a finger when my old man beat the shit out of my mum.

Or when he climbed into my bed.

You have to report it.

No. I have to get the fuck out of here.

To Brighton, for example.

But first I need money for a ticket.

Why Brighton?

I like the name.

I want a bright life.

I've had enough of this dark shit.

Why did you want to meet?

- I think I know where Tomek might be. - Where?

Tell me!

Bloody hell!

Call an ambulance!

He's still warm.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

We let him go.

Looks like a confession to me.

My old lady used to cut herself.

Until she finally died, the brainless junkie.

The cops didn't buy the suicide and pinned it on me.

Fuck.

I asked around about you.

I know you killed your husband.

A cop.

- I'm taking you under my wing. - Why?

Because if they found you like this in my cell, I'd be fucked.

And how does this work?

You're my bitch now.

I'll get you some painkillers.

I'm not in pain.

For the first time in 13 months I am not hurting.

Keller, wait!

A tech brought it. For you.

Is that from Janczak's case?

I'm not in the mood. What's on there?

Alright. The card's empty.

But

there was a fingerprint.

Is it in our base?

Yes. He's Vietnamese.

Has a record for theft, is a citizen now.

Runs a minivan company on the outskirts of Warsaw.

What's the connection with Janczak?

- Huh? - See you.

MINIVAN RENTALS

- Chill out, Keller. - What are you doing here?

Stalowy said you were looking for trouble.

I didn't ask to come, because you'd say no.

That's right.

I'm calling for backup.

Wait!

Police!

Stop! On your knees!

Down!

- Hands! - Down!

- Hands up! - Grab him.

I'm going back in.

You're safe now. Come on. I'm a police officer, everything's fine.

Come on, girls. Come on.

Let her go.

Let her go.

Are you okay?

Help is coming.

- Take it easy. - It's gonna be fine.

Help is coming.

- Are you all right? - I'm fine.

Fucking hell!

Remember him?

Focus.

Do you know him?

Boss.

What fucking boss?

Boss is dead.

What the fuck are you doing?

1st place

That was my last medal.

Right before the accident.

Look.

I gave one to my father.

So?

That trafficker called him "boss".

I need to talk to my mother.

I might know someone who could help.

Keller, come with me.

Mum? Hello?

Karolka, darling!

- Hurry. - How are you?

Stop.

I'm fine. Don't worry.

I know you didn't do it.

You have two minutes.

Did you know that dad

might have been involved in human trafficking?

Mum!

I promise you everything will be fine. I'll get you out.

But you have to tell me what you know.

Leave that be.

No. Wait.

Mum.

- If you'd agree to visitation, we could… - Don't ask.

- But… - Stop digging!

Just leave it.

Please.

For all our sakes.