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If I could be a man for one day

I’d probably be

A superman I know so much about women

I’m one of them

I’d be a mirror...

- Take Justyna inside. - What’s up?

Justyna!

What’s this witchcraft?

- The rubber boots outside Dad’s house? - What boots?

Think I don’t know it’s a curse?

That if he picks them up,

he’ll get ill, or worse?

He comes to see me.

I help people. I remove curses.

I don’t do witchcraft.

Fucking witch!

RAVEN

And?

It’s a bit better.

But there’s still a lot of darkness in your head.

I don’t get it. I do bad things,

and I can’t remember. What’s the link?

And when I help you remember,

you don’t behave as you’d like to.

You behave according to your nature.

- What does it mean? I’m bad inside? - Now, now!

Not so bad!

Some people are deeply affected by their emotions.

And that’s what’s happening to you.

Shouldn’t I take something for it? To quieten it down?

But it’s your nature.

You can’t quieten down your own nature.

You don’t need to be a scholar to know

that you have the makings

of a truly evil man.

You must be careful.

When you do evil, it returns to you.

And you must be careful with the tangle, it’s vindictive.

If it gets enraged, it can kill.

But you’re fighting it.

You want to change things, you’re trying.

Is that enough?

I don’t know that.

Only God knows that.

And if He knows,

there’s a chance of getting better.

Is Grandpa having breakfast?

He’ll never leave his post.

You won.

The wife stays home.

You say it as if I wanted this.

You did.

What does that mean?

Careful what you wish for. It might come true.

When will this end?

When I close the case.

Or walk away from it.

Good day, Kruk.

Good day, Grandpa.

Here.

Mmm!

Russian. He had a work permit.

Worked at a firm selling stoves to the East.

According to his papers.

But I dug around in the Russian search engines too.

And?

Now I get lesbian porno pop-ups every day.

Great. Anything related to him?

His name came up in Chechen mercenaries’ stories.

Looked similar, but the photo’s too small.

No first name, just the alias “Afghan”.

So it might not be him.

Sorry.

When?

A redhead?

Any witnesses?

The neighbors saw and heard nothing.

Same guy as before, you think?

What do you think?

Red hair.

Could have been an accident.

He tied her on the left, not the right.

A leftie. That could be a coincidence too.

If it’s a serial killer, there’ll be more.

So what do we do?

We talk to Bogdanowicz. We need a profiler.

He pulled her up to more than 6 feet.

How much could she weigh?

110-120 pounds.

Not necessarily super strong.

You didn’t break in, she invited you in because you knew her.

And you?

He put a noose on you and you didn’t fight?

Why?

He used chloroform.

Come here.

Taser.

He must have been close to use a taser.

So she must have trusted him.

- Who else has access to the apartments? - A priest.

Or a mailman.

Courier, flier distributor,

internet installer, door-to-door salesman, lover...

Make a list, OK?

Will do.

We’re from the TV.

- Can you tell us about the victim? - We’re just passing by.

How’s your case?

I have to find Ruski.

Talk to Marzena.

I have. She doesn’t like me.

I’ll talk to her, then.

Today’s tragic events occurred a few hours ago

in the building you see behind me.

We’ve established that there were no witnesses.

The police are keeping quiet.

But it seems the person responsible for today’s crime

was also behind the burning.

Did you see it?

What?

My dream.

It happened.

That’s what you wanted.

Did you go out last night?

I couldn’t sleep.

Where did you go?

Just for a walk.

Feeling better?

I don’t know.

It’s what you wanted.

- I thought it’d help. I didn’t... - You did.

The redhead must die.

I don’t want it now.

Remember what she did?

She must die. Every day.

You had a new dream?

Did you?

What was it?

With a knife.

Just sitting there? The food won’t cook itself. Move!

Hello, Anka.

Hi. I wanted to see your rhymes, but I’m not in school today.

Did something happen?

Just a little commotion.

Maybe I could drop them off at your house?

I’m not at home right now.

But I can text you the address.

It worked.

Amazing. You’re a genius.

What shall I type?

Repairs, renovations, installer.

Repairs,

renovations.

Nothing.

- Fitness, instructor, gym. - Fitness, gym, instructor...

Internet.

Internet.

Burn victim has internet. Phone number for a Robert.

The hanged woman...

had an internet installer...

- Different numbers. - Can I try? Marzena?

- Have a seat. - OK.

Masseur.

Gas man.

Gas man, gas man...

Did you find anything?

Marzena, did you?

I tried to track down Ruski, but no luck.

No registered phone number or address.

Same thing for Rudy.

I can try to find Morawski.

Would you be so kind?

Oh, thanks.

What?

OK, bring him up here.

I saw him going in.

To the victim’s house?

The one they showed on the news.

I’ve driven her many times.

A lovely lady. Always told me to keep the change.

How was he dressed?

Black jacket, and a hat.

Like mine.

And a backpack. A backpack.

Any distinguishing features?

Did he slouch? Did he walk fast or slow?

Not fast, no! He was a cripple.

He walked like this.

Would you like some soup? I just made it.

Here you go.

I have to go.

Is something wrong?

- Klaudia? - No.

An old state-owned farm.

No one around, just corn fields.

- You found this? - Katowice did.

But it’s fucking awesome.

You spoke with Katowice?

They called, what could I do?

Turn here.

Here, on the left.

- What do you believe in, son? - What?

What do you believe in?

The origins of man and the world.

You believe in God?

In science?

In coincidence?

I don’t know.

Think about it.

Everyone reaches a time when they must know where North is.

It’s not good when you can’t see your star.

I’ll think about it.

You know, Tomek, you really are like a son to me.

- I know. - I’m glad you know.

Stay here and think about where your North star is.

- Praised be Jesus Christ, Father. - Forever and ever.

Father, I wanted to discuss mass for my son.

Bingo, boss.

- Is it coming off? - Not at all.

The green’s holding fine.

So what was wrong?

- I added binder. - Now make sure it works

for when we print 10,000 copies.

It’ll work, boss. 100 percent.

Make yourself scarce.

- Ruski’s coming too. - OK.

Jesus!

Will Ruski be there?

Should be.

It’s a long way to Terasicze.

Two hours away, towards the border.

Keep quiet, I don’t want anyone to know.

So there is a mole?

Where the fuck were you, Kruk?

Working with Marzena.

He’s moved on from Justyna to Marzena.

You’re in fine fettle.

Kolecki found the factory.

- You’re going with him. - Boss!

It’s already decided!

Remember, the machines don’t matter. It’s Ruski we want.

Off you go.

What about SWAT?

What? You’re scared you’ll get in harm’s way?

Chill out, guys.

Good evening.

I’m here to see Anka. May I?

- Hi. - Is it Adam?

No, no. He asked me to pop in on my way home and check you’re OK.

There was a last-minute raid.

- Want to come in? - Sure.

How’ve you been?

I’ve been better.

Adam doesn’t let us go out.

Even look out the windows. So...

I’m going a bit mad.

I don’t blame you.

But Adam’s trying.

After what happened...

Can you tell me what happened?

- Police! - Police!

On the ground!

- Clear! - Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

- Clear. - Clear.

We were so fucking lucky.

A moment later, and...

Get around the back.

Another moment, and they’d have caught us like mice.

You need a special invitation? Get to the back.

Gentlemen, let’s make this quick.

Not a fucking thing.

It’s cleared out. Someone...

Someone ratted us out.

Cleared out? Maybe it happened ages ago.

They fled in a panic, left stuff behind. Cigs, boxes, tobacco.

Why the fuck did you broadcast this in front of everyone?

Calm down, we’ll talk about it, but not over the phone. OK?

OK. Over and out.

Hey, I’ve had a thought about Ruski.

- Fucking great. - Can we talk?

We’ll talk, dance, and have a fucking sing-song.

What now?

Nothing. We’re out of here.

Who knew about the raid?

Justyna, Marzena, the SWAT guys...

My secretary. And Kruk.

Kruk.

Everything went to shit

- when he showed up. - Come on.

- It’s true. - No...

Marian, here’s the deal.

I want you to swear on your child’s life

not to say a word, but I’ve done something illegal.

- You have to swear, OK? - Stop that, will you?

- Want me to sign a pact in blood? - Alright.

Sorry. I believe you, Marian.

- What did you do? - I contacted Internal Affairs,

had them check call logs. Marzena’s, Justyna’s, Kruk’s and yours.

Yes, yours too.

And?

Nothing.

No suspicious calls or texts.

You know, if I were a mole, I wouldn’t use my personal mobile.

Me neither. But this raid wasn’t planned.

I really don’t think it’s one of our people.

It must be someone from SWAT.

Can you get me their passwords?

For their computers?

You got it.

- You like it? - Yeah, lovely.

I’ve just rented it.

Wow, hun!

Congrats.

Does your mom know?

Not yet. I hope she won’t have a heart attack.

I’ll be coming over for drinks.

How’s things with Kruk?

What things?

- You know. - What, are you jealous?

Hmm?

Come on, hun, he’s taken. And his wife’s really cool.

You can go now, Grandpa.

There’s been another murder. So Weszo will get out, right?

Our agreement is over.

You don’t have to stay.

Kruk...

I don’t have to do anything.

I do what I want.

How are they?

Sleeping like angels.

Come to think of it, how is it possible

that such angels stick with...

a devil like you?

- When will you be back? - Same as usual, I hope.

Can you be more specific?

- I want to go out too. - Where?

Wherever.

Look, I just don’t think that’s the best idea.

I’m a big girl,

I’ll manage.

No, you can’t go.

Why not?

You just can’t. And that’s that.

I can’t even look at you.

What I hate most is lying.

Why are you lying? I know what happened.

You don’t get it. You don’t get it.

Get off. Get off!

Get the fuck out.

Get the fuck out!

What?

- Marzena found Morawski. - I’m on my way.

Marzena, 16 feet is quite a big difference.

Sorry, I’ve only got the signal to go on.

You know what he looks like, you’ll manage.

Hey! Hey!

Stop, stop, stop!

Remember me?

I interrogated you after your father died.

Ancient history.

I have to talk to Ruski.

Sorry, who’s that?

Come on. You’re his truck driver.

A job’s a job.

Where can I find him?

No idea.

I can put you on the payroll.

I can protect you.

Look, I don’t need work, or protection.

Goodbye.

In case you change your mind.

What now?

Every Thursday, Ruski attends mass for his dead son.

You didn’t plan to move the factory.

Do I know you?

Katowice negotiated with Kleosin.

It didn’t pan out, but they talked.

That means they have a problem with you.

They left you out of it.

They want quick growth, you want to keep your head down.

How could they force you?

- Fuckers rat you out to the police. - Hey!

Ah, sorry.

See?

You have your rules, your trusted people.

Use your common sense.

Think about it.

Who could have told on you if not them?

You’ve mistaken me for someone else.

If they forced you to move the factory, you’ve lost.

They don’t need you.

You end them, or they’ll end you.

Today is my late son’s birthday.

The holy mass is about to start.

Here’s my number.

If you give me intel on Katowice or their mole,

I can guarantee you

state witness status.

And remember.

It’s easier to reason with me than to kill me.

I’m very sorry for the loss of your son.

Boss, the machine’s working!

- What? - The machine’s working!

We’ve got it!

He’s here! He’s here!

Banan! Hide!

Don’t you want to see?

No.

I didn’t plan the move. You tipped us off.

You didn’t plan it. But Katowice did.

Katowice set the pigs on us?

We’re getting played, son.

They moved the factory. Tadeusz is dead, maybe that was them.

- They call you, not me. - They called again.

What did they want?

Just asking if we need new machines.

And they’ll send us the specs for Turkish tax stamps.

And?

I told them to talk to you about that stuff.

Good man.

If they call you again...

OK?

OK.

Marzena found him. He painted both women’s apartments.

Right, this must be it.

Inspector Justyna Ataman, police. We have a few questions.

As I said, the upstairs neighbor threw the flowerpot. Number 35.

It’s not about that.

What are you doing?

Let them think I don’t speak

We understand each other Without words

You’re smiling.

You’re smiling too.

I smile when you smile.

You think rats smile?

I don’t know. Maybe on the inside.

- I’m a rat. - No, you’re not.

I am.

- That’s what the redhead said. - You’re not!

- Do you have a photo of your wife? - Yes.

- She’s not hurt, is she? - No. No, no.

Does your wife dye her hair?

No. A natural blonde.

We agreed I’d file for divorce if she dyes it.

Can you please explain...

why the fuck you killed these women?

I don’t get it.

Let me fucking help you!

Who had red hair? Mom, Granny, teacher, lover?

First love?

Who?!

What did she do to you?

She hurt you badly.

And I...

I couldn’t...

I couldn’t protect you.

I just watched.

Why are you telling me this?

She should die.

Every day.

Promise me.

Or I’ll leave you.

What are you doing?

I promise.

HOW ARE THINGS?

So you think the painter’s the murderer?

No, I don’t think so.

Hi, Grandpa, how’s things? Everything OK?

Fine, why?

No reason. Is Anka in the apartment?

She is.

Good. Bye, then.

Something wrong?

No, it’s nothing.

I can see something’s wrong.

It’s nothing, really. Everything’s fine.

OK. Don’t say if you don’t want to.

Bye.

How about a bite to eat?

Meat?

There are times

When I’d really rather

See you dead

NO NEW MESSAGES

Then I wouldn’t

Have to share you

No, no

If I could, I’d put

Your eyes in my pockets

So you couldn’t look at women

Who pose a threat to us

I can’t

Let you go to work

No, no

So many women there

All wanting to do the dirty with you

I’ll get you a golden cage

I’ll feed you fruit

And I’ll clamp your feet

With a diamond-encrusted chain

Your turn!

Come on, come on!

You look great in that dress

They’re coming to get me

You look great in that dress

They’re coming to take me away

You liked the candlelight

Two candles will burn for you

You must be blaming me

For using that knife

You must be blaming me

They’re coming to get me

I know it was a bread knife

You won’t be cheating on me anymore

FROM ANKA: I MISS YOU

Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

I’m sorry, I have to go.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I have to go.