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TATRA 2655 METERS ABOVE SEA LEVEL

I like what you've done with the place. It's warm.

You don't like your place, I take it?

You smell awful.

Where the hell did you get your manners?

Ask him yourself.

Honey.

I brought you some food and your meds.

Agata?

Hey.

Ah, there you are.

You are fucked, Forst!

ZAKOPANE 750 METERS ABOVE SEA LEVEL

Attention, all units.

There's been a fatal accident on Giewont.

I repeat, fatal accident on Giewont.

Get in.

Seat belt.

Agata… isn't in a very good place right now.

Leave her alone, please.

Forst, hold up.

GIEWONT 1894 MASL

-Hey. -Hi.

They call this an accident?

Coffee.

Two lumps of sugar and some milk.

And climbing irons for the chief.

Just the one pair, though.

Why don't you go help them with the tape, huh?

Today.

We're letting the prosecutor in.

-Fuck, that's all I need. -Morning.

Hi.

-You wanted to see for yourself? -Hello.

-Prosecutor Wadryś-Hansen-- -Yeah, we've met.

Right.

Would you like some coffee?

I'll look around, thanks.

-Here? -Yeah, sure, I'll take you.

How the fuck did he get up there?

Someone helped him.

Very astute, Forst. Shit.

Any other pearls of wisdom?

Let me help.

-Thanks. -Hanka, what have we got?

Uh, not much. No prints, no discarded clothing,

no biological traces.

We don't know anything about the deceased. Not which trail he took.

-Whether he was alone, or… -Yellow.

He took the yellow trail that goes through Rowienki.

And did you notice something we didn't?

I know the red trail is closed.

So a fuck ton of people have used the yellow trail today.

And so trampled any evidence.

Which was intended.

-Are you in charge? -Yes.

He is.

The motive seems to be religious?

I'll check it out.

Damn this asshole. Forst!

Forst!

Forst! Get down, right now!

Bag this.

What do you got?

Have to check something.

-Camera, is that for you or the media? -The latter.

-Which station? -All of them.

Start rolling.

Now.

Action.

Go.

I'm Detective Wiktor Forst from the Zakopane police.

The deceased is a victim of suicide.

-How do you know? Did he leave a note? -Turn it off.

-Know his name? Don't touch my stuff! -Turn that off.

Tell me how you knew to come here.

-I don't talk to strangers. -I'm Wiktor.

Did you murder this guy, maybe?

So was it a suicide or a murder, Wiktor?

Make up your mind.

Don't be out here alone for now.

Keep an eye on her.

So, someone did this to him?

My name's Olga!

Olga Szrebska!

Did it feel like home again?

Hm?

Like it was in Cracow.

It's about fucking time we got a real case.

Staszek, this isn't some kind of

fun adventure.

You know that?

This is…

a job.

A very tough one.

I'm aware of that.

Find out who deals with those coins in the country.

Who sells them, who buys them, who collects them, all that.

Okay.

Check pawnshops, the web, everything.

You got it.

That'll be your fun adventure, my friend.

KALATÓWKI 1198 MASL

You know who this is and you know what to do.

Um! I'm so sorry. You okay?

You know who this is and you know what to do.

I think I know who you are, but I don't know what to do.

I miss your stink.

KOŚCIELISKO 1056 MASL

Thanks.

How's it going, Jedrzej?

Still smoking?

Pipes don't count.

A foehn wind's coming. You might not want to stay in the trailer tonight.

I like sleeping with the sound of wind.

A foehn is no lullaby, Forst.

Well, you have a good night.

RED DED! CINNAMON

Adamiak, got a stapler?

Fuck off.

Really?

He's just pissed 'cause they gave him Rozwadowski.

Can't wait to hear him when he's really pissed off. May I?

Here.

Thanks.

Rozwadowski?

Like the minister?

Mm. His son. No one's seen him since October.

So, you haven't heard about the parties that he throws in his daddy's villa?

I'm out of the party loop, as you know.

I'll fill you in.

The kid disappears every few months, then miraculously reappears.

Preferably snorting lines of coke at casino tables in his birthday suit.

Or tossing chairs out of brothel windows, also naked.

I know the type.

We do a thorough investigation, the prosecutor dismisses all the charges,

and we get chewed out.

I hate to interrupt this romantic exchange,

but the guy from the cross is at the morgue.

Fuck, Zbyniu, how can you eat that in here?

Nothing bothers me.

Who eats pineapple on their pizza?

What'd you expect? Chopped liver?

Like I needed this shit. Well done, Forst.

The camera. Is that for you or the media?

I'm Detective Wiktor Forst…

-I should've shaved. -…from the Zakopane police.

Olga Szrebska. I know more about her than your big mouth did.

They sacked her for buying leads.

She used you like a piece of ass wipe and spread the word.

I'm getting into the killer's head, Inspector.

-What the fuck does that mean? -Zbyniu.

There's a broken hyoid bone,

multiple traces of bonds or restraints, and the furrow on the neck is deep.

What caused it?

This guy was tortured. Strangled.

That's what made the bone snap.

You know that almost never happens with a regular hanging?

Later.

Meaning whoever did this left a clue.

And we didn't react.

That's why I said it was a suicide.

He won't like not getting all our attention.

Maybe he'll make a mistake.

Want some before I finish it?

You're still my ride, aren't you, boss?

Right.

Mm. Not bad.

Why don't you have a seat, Edward.

I've seen it already.

Who the fuck does Forst think he is?

-Did you know he was talking to the media? -It's not the media.

It's just some…

…woman with a camera.

One of your guys goes viral, and you know nothing about it.

Send that pain in the ass to Siberia for all I care.

-Oh, I should can him? -I'm sick of him too.

Just don't come crying to me when we're understaffed again.

This is your operation. And your fucking mess.

You know why they tossed him out of Cracow?

Everyone makes mistakes.

Mm.

There's no room for error when human lives are at stake.

I'd say you're getting soft, Inspector.

What is it?

Is it time to put you out to pasture?

You burned out? Need a rest?

It was a bad day. I'll put the screws on Forst.

People like him are unpredictable.

He could get us all in trouble if we're not careful.

Oh, anything on that coin found at the scene?

I'm waiting for an expert from Warsaw. He said he could be here in three days.

I pressed, but he had other commitments.

There you go, Edward.

I'm not pressing.

All I'm doing is offering you advice.

If I were in your shoes, I'd assign the case to someone more reliable.

It's Edmund, asshole. Not Edward.

Edmund.

Thank God.

-There's no smoking in here. -Nina, just set the cup down.

Here you are.

Oh, by the way, there seems to be another victim. The report just came in.

-Did you get hold of Forst? -He's not picking up.

KALATÓWKI 1198 MASL

Well, Forst?

Is this a suicide too?

-Is that a coin? Like the one on Giewont? -I don't know. Have to compare them.

Knots are the same.

And a coin in the throat.

This time, you don't touch any of the evidence.

You want to make this one public too?

So you can keep playing your game with this fucker?

I'm talking to you.

-You hear me, Forst? -Boss.

-Hold on! -I hear you.

I'm more and more inclined to sack your disrespectful ass like they did in Cracow.

-Sir? -I said wait!

And answer your phone.

-What is it? -That journalist is causing trouble.

I'm requesting permission to remove her by force.

I'll take care of it.

Hey, relax. I just wanted to ask a few questions, okay?

Fuck off! Get your hands off me!

-Let me go. -Calm down! Relax, ma'am.

-Get your hands off! Get off! -Calm down!

Hey! Enough! Calm down, everybody, relax.

-Fucking hell! -I'll handle her.

Come on.

-What are you doing? -Leave me alone.

You were here before us.

-That's what sources are for. -What sources?

Forst, we both know you can't make me tell you.

We'll see about that.

It's a serial killer, isn't it?

Maybe.

Both bodies hung from ropes, both naked, in spectacular places.

I'd say he wants some attention.

He's just gonna keep doing it until you find him.

Interesting theory.

The police archives is where I'd start looking

since this creep's a step ahead in whatever he's playing at.

You think he's killed before?

I'd bet on it.

I'd love to discuss your reasoning, but too many ears here.

Dinner?

-I don't eat dinner. -You don't have to.

All I want is to follow the trail of dead bodies, okay?

Wait for me.

Inspector.

I wanna run a thorough check on the mountaineering community.

-Run it against police records. -You're off this case, Forst.

What the fuck?

You're taking me off?

Go cry about it to the media. You like being on camera.

Is this really about Szrebska?

Or somebody else?

Is this your call?

I'm giving it to Adamiak.

Where am I going, then? To traffic duty?

No. That would be a waste of your vast experience.

We need you to track down that pain in the ass, Rozwadowski.

You're gonna do it.

-You know this is wrong. -Shut it, Forst.

And start practicing,

because this is what you'll be doing starting right fucking now.

Keep it shut.

…it over for nothing.

-What the hell? Stop! -Give it.

-Hey! -Hey!

Fuck!

You act like you were raised in a fucking barn, you know that?

-Drive here. -I've got footage to send.

-I can't drive 'cause you say so. -Send nothing.

At least not until I've taken a look at it.

You're hilarious.

I checked you out, Szrebska.

You've got three strikes from the Media Ethics Committee.

If you think I'm letting this go, you're delusional.

Osica just took me off the case.

Then get the fuck out.

Are all journalists this rude?

I don't like wasting time.

If I go out this door, you're really gonna regret it.

-Yeah? -Hm?

Prove it.

The guy on Giewont…

had this in his mouth.

The woman we found today had it, too, same thing.

I need to know who they are.

Let's go.

-Where? -To see my informant.

GUBAŁÓWKA 1126 MASL

Your informant is a violinist in a Goral band?

Thank you.

I don't drink.

Anymore.

Did Osica really put you on desk duty?

Sure, in his mind he did. I'm supposed to find that punk, Rozwadowski.

How's it going?

-Anything on the coin? -Yeah.

The coin is an aureus.

This particular one is, uh, Gothic dating from…

the late 2nd century.

Anyone dealing in these or collecting?

Yeah, there's a pawnshop in Warsaw

that had one of these come in about three years ago.

And it was sold to an anonymous client.

That's all you came up with?

For now. You'll be interested to learn

that the coin left on the dead woman and this one… are identical.

Runes?

Maybe.

I tried to see if I could decipher something, but…

Has anyone reported coins going missing?

Not really.

Forst, the body on the cross belongs to Marek Chalimoniuk.

Verified by several sources.

He lived in Cracow. No reason to be in the mountains.

Can you look into that?

Wiktor… I don't want any trouble.

One last time.

-I'll owe you one. -Yeah?

I'll think about it.

Give me your car keys.

-Hey. -Keys. Give me your fucking keys.

Brothers. Forever.

You betrayed me, Wiktor. It's all your fault.

Let's leave. You betrayed me. Brothers.

Forst!

Forst!

Forst, you okay?

I draw the line at working with junkies.

It's ketoprofen.

I get headaches that split my head open.

You don't believe me?

Inherently, I don't believe anyone.

Me neither.

So, we do have something in common.

Can you give me a lift?

Please?

Of course.

Is this good night?

No.

Please, don't.

Just go to bed, Forst.

Call you tomorrow.

Well, worth a try.

Good night.

Did we have a date tonight?

We do now.

BIAŁKA WATERSHED 688 MASL

Hello, this is Hanna Gal from the Zakopane Police Department.

I'm calling regarding the murder of Maja Kotko on Kalatówki Street.

I'm trying to get information on her last place of residence.

-Mm-hm. So, he's done this before? -Mm-hm.

Mm-hm.

-So, it's not unusual. -Okay, and when was that?

He always comes back.

Hungover.

I hear you.

You have that address for me?

Nowy Targ,

Podhalańska Street,

Number 15, apartment 35, correct?

Yeah. I got it.

That's all, thank you. Yeah, you too.

You got the Kalatówki victim's address?

Don't even think about it.

I'm taking this over to Osica's office.

I'm here about Maja Kotko.

I'm Detective Forst with the Zakopane Police.

May I?

It was a hotly contested topic despite the political climate.

There was talk that the Goralenfuhrer hid himself away…

Hot tea?

-Yes, please. -…and was virtually undetectable.

After a prolonged debate by the Polish Underground State,

Waclaw Krzeptowski was ultimately executed by a group of…

Were you together long?

…army unit.

This decision proved shocking to some

and created even more dissidence among the ranks.

About four years.

By November 22nd, 1946…

I'll look around.

…sentenced to three to five years of imprisonment

before the court in Zakopane.

Not all of them were located in time, however.

Some of the many collaborators, such as…

-Family? -…the notorious Henryk Szatkowski and…

Maja was a real history buff.

…Witalis Wieder ended up avoiding punishment altogether.

And who is this?

That's her grandfather.

…with several groups of German…

He actually disappeared

sometime during the '60s.

…and they were never found.

Simply vanished.

This is Marek Bialoszewski bringing you the news.

-May I take a photo? -Sure.

An investigation into the alleged murder of Maja K. is currently underway.

The woman's lifeless body was discovered in a shack on Kalatówki.

So far, we have not been able to obtain an official statement

from the prosecutor in charge of the case.

You got something for me?

I found something interesting on Chalimoniuk.

Yeah?

He taught History at Jagiellonian University.

I got that off the school's website.

But the good stuff was on the student forum.

He wasn't liked.

Even received threats.

Do we know who made these threats?

I'll find out. Here's where it gets good.

I found his cell number on one of the entries.

I hacked the provider's database and took a little dive

which got me a look at his GPS tracking history.

I found this.

Mountain Remembrance headquarters.

-What is that? -A foundation.

Basically, a historical society

that maintains archives on Gorals and the Tatras.

Yeah, so? That's exactly the kind of place a historian would visit.

Yes, but once he got there he never budged.

His GPS says there was zero movement.

-Hi. -Hey.

-What's up? -Up for a little sightseeing tonight?

ANTAŁÓWKA 940 MASL

Fuckin' wind.

Szrebska.

Hold on.

What a nightmare.

What are you doing here?