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JASZCZROWKA 894 METERS ABOVE SEA LEVEL
DETECTIVE FORST
Did they access the basement?
No, only your office.
I just think that if they decided to break in,
that they must be suspicious.
What happens if they find his trophies?
Coward. You're a coward.
We're too close to our goal.
What's with the coins, though?
What is he playing at? Why leave evidence?
I'll allow him his little games as long as he does his part.
You think you control him.
And he wants you to. What you need to do--
There's no man who's going to tell me what to do or how to live.
Even when you're not much of a man.
Just leave Forst to me.
So what's the real story?
What?
Why'd you get transferred here?
I don't like Cracow.
And the feeling's mutual.
You don't have a reprimand on your file. You must've done something awful.
Give it a rest, Szrebska.
Stop fucking rooting around in my file.
Get ready.
-This is gonna hurt. -What? Get ready how?
-Fuck! -Scoot over.
There.
Now what?
Feel that?
-Got it! Uh-huh! -Great.
So, did you find anything out?
You weren't supposed to come here.
You need to leave this alone, Staszek.
I wasn't supposed to come and I should leave it alone? What the fuck's going on?
I'm not risking my head for you.
You can't bail out on me now, for fuck's sake! I can't find him on my own.
I just need you to ask around a little. Use your contacts.
I'm working my ass off when you have all the resources--
Our deal's over!
-Get lost, Staszek. -Mm-hm.
And don't ever come here again.
Pretty hot night, huh?
Piss off, Forst!
-Wanna do it again? -You're fucking nuts.
Car three, head to corner of Nowotarska and Malasynskiego.
-A small accident has been reported. -Huh. Seriously?
Copy that. Can be there in ten minutes.
It's rarely useful. Mostly traffic reports and fender benders.
5-0-2, would you please repeat?
TATRA MOUNTAINS 2655 MASL
FIRST VICTIM MAREK CHALIMONIUK, GIEWONT
These are the victims.
PASS, VIEW FROM GIEWONT MAJA KOTKO
These are the places where the bodies were discovered.
And these are possible motives.
Wow.
Someone's been watching a few too many detective shows.
Laugh all you want.
Single-car incident. Corner of Maya and Staszica.
Wind's picking up…
-Do you collect these radios? -Did they send an ambulance?
The driver fled the scene. Um, he might be in shock from the DUI.
Okay. We're on our way.
Leave.
Wiktor.
You've betrayed me.
A tourist near Bialka's watershed reported seeing something in the stream
that she claims looks like a dead body.
Is it a dead body or not?
I'm not sure. Since Giewont, everyone's been seeing corpses.
-Are you gonna go or not? -Szrebska.
Yeah, we'll go.
Wake up.
A group of drunken tourists has been reported.
Who's free?
Sorry. Not us.
Come on. I dealt with the last…
Hey.
Get up.
5-0-2, would you please repeat that?
Szrebska.
All right, sure.
There's another body.
What?
-Yeah. I'll head over in a minute. -Still unconfirmed.
Where?
Near the river.
I made you coffee.
I'm supposed to be in Zakopane already, I don't have time.
NOWY TARG 1028 MASL
Another possible victim.
But thanks.
-You'll remember? -To get the kids from school, yes.
Great.
Worst part is tomorrow we won't have any--
-At least it's only minus ten. -C'mere!
Lots of cops.
Yeah.
More than usual.
Wait here.
Everyone, the prosecutor will be there in 20 minutes.
Did you manage to get anything over here?
I did already.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! It's my case, Forst.
I got one word for you, teamwork. Ever heard of it?
I have two for you.
-Fuck off! -Hi.
-Hello. I wanna help you. -Hey.
You want to push me out and take over. But this is my case. Get lost.
How about the minister's kid? Find him yet?
Yeah, at your mother's!
Jump out. Careful.
BIALKA WATERSHED 688 MASL
-Show me where. -There, behind that cliff.
What's wrong?
It's a rough morning.
That's it. Very good. Thank you very much.
Solid work today.
Police.
Ah.
-She's here. -Okay!
We're heading back soon!
-Whoa, what's with the reception? -It's been bad all day.
Gentlemen, what've we got?
Heads are rolling, prosecutor.
The body of a male. Probably in his early to mid-20s.
Decapitated, as you can see.
The team's looking for his head.
It must be a long way downstream by now.
Why would he chop it off just to throw it into the river?
He didn't chop anything. See the edges?
They're smooth. The kind you get with a surgical cut.
Same with this one.
When did he die?
Forst!
A few weeks ago.
-Come on, pull! -Forst!
So, before Giewont?
-Okay! -And the coin?
-Forst! -An identical aureus.
Too short!
Shoved into the throat.
Tighter! Don't pull yet.
Forst!
-You wanna get canned? -Take it easy.
Staszek hasn't told me anything. He knows I'm off the case.
You were off the case. As of now you're suspended.
-Sir? -Save it.
This is from the provincial chief of police.
-What about official proceedings? -Underway already.
Your badge.
Give me your fucking badge!
You hear me?
Access card and gun.
Any day.
-I need your weapon. -It's at home.
Hand it over, Forst!
-I can't. -I need it!
I forgot it at home!
If you don't turn your gun in by tomorrow, I'll fucking arrest you myself! Got that?
Tomorrow! Now get the fuck off my crime scene!
For the next three months, you're a fucking civilian! Got it?
A civilian!
We gotta go.
What's happening?
Okay.
Not everyone on the force is pulling for me.
I pissed off
a few people over the years.
Maybe a few dozen.
But not enough to get suspended with no warning.
Whoever's involved has the provincial chief of police in their back pocket.
They have a powerful network.
They?
This is not the work of a lone wolf.
There's money and contacts behind this.
Who has that power?
Forget the "who." Focus on "why."
I can't picture any rational reason for these killings.
Let's look for irrational ones.
What we need to be looking for is the connection.
Whatever connects the victims is our answer.
Why are you doing this, though?
Risking your career.
Career?
Can you drop me at the station?
Nina, I left my card in my other pants.
You know I can't.
Are you really gonna make me go all the way back home?
What do you need?
For the crossword, obviously.
Mm.
Creator of Tatra woodcuts, nine letters, second one is "K."
"Skoczylas," maybe?
Sko…
Well, look at that.
-So? -I'm still not letting you in.
I'm so clumsy.
You're the best.
When I'm the only one here, I don't bother heating the place.
It's simple but roomy and clean.
So, do you have any rooms available right now?
The whole upstairs is rented to a professor, history.
He lives here?
Calls it his second home.
He rents per month even though he's not here half the time.
Been doing it for years.
-Some kind of field research. -Oh.
You want tea? I'm about to make some.
Y-- yes, please. Tea would be great.
I take it you don't watch too much TV?
No.
I don't like television.
It's only good for bullshit
and tragedies.
I stick to radio.
Did I mention I'm a bit of a pilgrim?
-Are you now? -Mm.
Hm.
Do you have any sugar?
I sure do.
POLICE WIKTOR FORST - USER BLOCKED
POLICE KAROL_ADAMIAK
PASSWORDS
Passwords. Fuck.
Thank you. What an idiot.
What are you trying to sell me?
A pizza was ordered with delivery to this address, ma'am.
Take it away! There's been some kind of mistake.
I didn't call anybody or order anything.
I'm not paying for that. Get outta here.
It says here the address is correct.
Just look. This exact address was entered on the app,
and the order was paid for in advance.
That's total hogwash! Go on!
Miss Pilgrim?
Where did you go?
Lots of ink.
Yeah.
We're not supposed to print personal stuff, I know.
Except I have a paper due today for a class I'm taking, and
my printer's on the fritz.
Ah.
In times like these, we gotta stick together.
Agreed.
Forst, uh…
I don't feel so good. I can't think straight.
And… I'm scared.
I've never felt so bad before, and I need you.
-I-- I need you to come help me. -Fuck.
Agata?
Agata!
You came?
Thank you.
Now fuck off.
What's going on?
-What are you doing? -Just a false alarm.
You keep on doing this, the day you really need someone, they won't come.
You will come.
Because you always, always come to me, Forst.
For one thing.
Come on. I'll fuck you so good.
Come on, Agata. I didn't come for that.
We'll make a video for Daddy.
No?
Or maybe for… the new whore you're fucking?
-You really like her? -Who?
I'm pretty sure her name is Olga.
You're jealous?
-That's what this is? -Go fuck yourself!
Go fuck yourself.
Agata…
Hey, hey.
Come on.
What the hell?
What did you take?
It's late.
I'm sorry. I've got the files.
Did you know the professor was originally from here?
No, he wasn't.
Chalimoniuk was from Cracow.
Haven't you read the file?
Not yet. I brought it straight from the office.
"Marek Chalimoniuk, born in Białka Tatrzańska,
son of Jan Sobczak and Walentyna Chalimoniuk."
What was that?
"Marek Chalimoniuk, born in Białka Tatrzańska--
No, what's the dad's name again?
Sobczak.
Jan Sobczak.
Look at this.
Jan Sobczak.
Ignacy Kotko.
This is Chalimoniuk's father, and this is…
Maja Kotko's grandfather.
They knew each other.
Could be a fluke.
Really?
Why'd the professor use his mother's last name?
Maybe he hated his father?
Okay, but we still need a reason.
Something to be ashamed of?
The photo is from 1943.
Do you know what was going on here during the war?
From what I remember, most of the Gorals resisted the Germans.
Most is right.
But not all.
If there's a link between Ignacy Kotko and Jan Sobczak,
the past could be driving the killings.
Hold on.
Come here. The photos.
You see?
Look closely.
It's the same guys on your phone.
Fuck me. Sobczak.
If this is Sobczak,
and this is Kotko,
then the headless guy's grandfather is also in here.
We have to find out who the others are.
So no one else gets murdered.
But how?
We can't go back to Mountain Remembrance.
The real legacy of the mountains sits somewhere else.
And smokes like a chimney.
We're still working on identifying the body
that was found near the river this morning.
We are fairly certain that we're dealing with the same murderer.
From a police perspective, this is positive news.
Our best officers can now focus their extensive efforts
on apprehending a lone serial killer.
And to arrest the Beast of Giewont.
Jedrzej is… a bit different.
I seem to attract those.
I got the professor's Zakopane address and went to see the landlady.
I was planning to keep it for my next post,
but I owe you for those files.
I stole it.
The Slovak Tatras.
I'll get Staszek to help us.
Then I assume you need a ride to Slovakia?
I spent some time in that area and have some contacts there.
But you can't come with me on this one.
Just trust me.
That's so weird.
Really weird.
Super strange.
SAFEST SEARCH ENGINE ON THE WEB
DRONE GRID
Unbelievable.
Care to explain?
This whole area
has been thoroughly mapped.
Mm-hm.
Except for that square.
And it also has a ban on drone flights.
Maybe someone likes to sunbathe naked?
Yeah. It's actually really tricky to get that kind of ban.
-It's serious stuff. -I know.
So, what's there?
Mm.
So? Was there another coin?
You promised you wouldn't read my files.
Olaf found these.
In your stuff.
Oh, God.
But we talked it out.
Over breakfast.
Thank you.
Evening. How's it going?
Pretty good, I guess.
The sky is nice, starry.
What are the stars telling you?
I don't talk to stars much. I watch the clouds.
Friend of Staszek or Forst?
I'd say an associate of both.
I'm told you know everything about the mountains.
I know enough.
They're wide at the base and pointy at the peaks.
And they have no mercy for fools.
Hm.
There was a family that lived in Podhale.
The Sobczaks.
Yeah, there was.
Do you remember what kind of people they were?
People are people.
One who measures an entire tree by one rotten apple has more pride than reason.
I actually meant one guy in particular.
What can you tell me about Jan Sobczak?
Well, when they buried him, they buried his sins along with those of many others.
What kind of sins?
You'd have to ask the stars about that.
-I'm calling it a night, boss. -See you tomorrow, Adamiak.
SLOVAKIA BORDER CROSSING
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