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Previously...

SHOE FACTORY

You know you've got no alibi for the night of the murder.

Think of something else!

Why did you lie to me?!

You hear me?!

-I just thought that... -What?!

...is hereby sentenced to death by hanging.

Hit me!

I told you to hit me!

There's a rope on her wrist...

-But why? -I don't know yet.

Isn't it a bit odd that she killed herself in the nude?

Stop!

Episode II

Ágnes Köves claims that on October 12th,

at ten pm, you attacked her and hit her.

Me? No... no... no.

Have you had an argument?

I hadn't, she had.

She moved here because of me and I'd left her.

Then why did you run?

-The fish... -What fish?

-We'd been poaching. -Stop messing around!

Really! And they're really cracking down on it!

And that evening?

Well...

-I was with my fiancée Vera. -Will she back that up?

Sure! I proposed that day and... that's why she slept with me.

Ági, that filthy little slut!

Réti! Visitor!

Your sister.

I'm not going. I told you already.

You're going or I kick you down there myself!

He will graduate soon.

What's this for?

He needs a father.

He's better off without one. I'd have been better off.

-Father loved you! And forgave you. -Sure.

For himself. To be clean when the time comes to meet the Lord.

He was pretty scared of hell for a communist.

What are you doing this for?

Because I committed...

a crime.

I don't know. But you're comitting one now.

Mom died because of me. I'm in the right place!

We shouldn't be ashamed to be alive!

And we try our best to live!

Go away!

Please try and ask for a retrial!

A 20-year-old colleague of mine was attacked,

and you can tell them that!

-She died? -She survived.

Maybe the same bloke did it.

-Seven years later? That's ridiculous. -We cannot know.

I'll come again tomorrow. And the day after.

Until you write the damn appeal!

This is for you to look at.

Admit the murder!

Admit it! Admit it!

Admit it!

Help!

Help me!

Help!

Come! Hurry!

Call a doctor! She's bleeding!

Máté!

Come for your supper!

-Didn't you go to meet Mom? -No, I went out for some air.

-Why? Isn't she here? -No.

Come on!

I didn't see his face in the dark. He ran into the woods.

-What color were his clothes? -Black.

But all clothes look black in the dark.

I only saw his face for a second.

But I don't remember. There is a stain...

Stain?

Where?

Here... In my head.

His clothes?

-Gray. -Gray.

It seemed gray.

The light didn't illuminate him.

His build?

Sort of average.

Or... perhaps a bit taller.

Did you see something strange?

I didn't see anything in the dark.

Height?

175 cm.

Not your bloody height, the bloke who ran away!

Sort of average.

Perhaps shorter...

Wasn't he wearing anything striking?

Think for a minute, man!

You can go home.

His shoes crickled!

Crickled?

What should I say? They crickled and that's that.

That's what they say here.

"His shoes crickled..." Now piss off out of here!

Nothing?

-Pál Bognár? -Yes, good evening.

I'm afraid your wife has been attacked.

What? Where? When?

Is she alive?

If you like, I can take you to the hospital.

Okay, you can take her.

Wait!

I need to question her.

-She's not completely conscious. -Then wake her up.

Let's wake her up!

Okay, let's give it a try.

But only for a second.

Hello!

Can you tell me your name?

That's it! I'm so sorry!

Do you know your name?

-Mrs. Bognár. -Okay.

And what's your maiden name?

-Nóra. -Nóra. Nóra what?

-Nóra Szigeti... -Nóra Szigeti.

Do you remember anything, Nóra?

Maybe... you recognized your attacker?

No...

I didn't see him... He hit me from behind...

Perhaps... before that?

Don't you remember anything about your attacker?

His breathing was odd.

Why was it odd?

-Well... because... it was familiar... -Familiar?

No... No, maybe not...

Okay, that's enough. We're done.

That way.

Máté!

Máté!

Mommy! Mommy!

Don't wake her up!

Your mommy was very lucky!

What the hell are you two doing?!

Women are scared to go outside!

They're terrified!

-Can't you feel it? -It's slow, because...

You shut your mouth and drink less! We know everything!

We're not always on the same wavelength.

We're concerned about public safety and not your "wavelength"!

Everyone's getting nervous.

My bosses are demanding a culprit.

I should create one?

Don't twist my words!

I'm warning you, the hourglass is running low on your career.

Dismissed!

You stay here! I want to talk with you.

And Szirmai... Your reports are worth shit!

-Are you a snitch? -Bóta!

What the fuck are you doing?

I'll never go out alone again.

I'd like to kill him.

I'd strangle him!

The doctor said your wig softened the blow.

I was wearing it for you.

To be a bit different...

That's why I was wearing the wig, the coat and those red shoes...

You haven't come near me for months.

I chose the red wig...

...because you had that redhead girlfriend.

That's why I chose it. Remember?

I wanted to be...

...a red beast...

...to make you like me.

And all I got was a hit on the head.

-I became a bloody piece of dirt. -You are a nice kind of dirt.

A weak little one.

But I was quick!

The police said I did well.

A quick bunny rabbit!

-Hey! -Hm?

Won't you put the wig on? Just for a minute...

So I can see it on you.

It's got blood on it. They kept it for evidence.

Should I get it back?

No... no need...

I'll buy a new one.

Ah... I'm sorry! Sorry...

Sorry...

Réti applied for a judicial review...

...referring to a troubled mental state, and cruel interrogation.

What?

That you forced him to confess.

It's not true!

It's not true!

Smart guy.

He wants to appeal now...

...since these new attacks came.

But his case involved rape, unlike the others.

His case is absolutely different.

It was a classic rape-murder case.

He should be grateful not to be hanged. If it were up to me...

Where are the bone-marrow results for the drowned woman?

Where are they?

They should be in there.

Okay, but they're not!

Have you actually seen the report?

-No. -So then?!

For fuck's sake! Are you this sloppy on all cases?

We're getting nowhere!

Get me those lab results pronto!

I'll be at the lake!

Juhász!

One! Only one!

One what?

One man!

You hear me, Juhász? One man did it!

No need.

One man killed them all!

One perpetrator?

Similar circumstances...

Always late at night... deserted scene...

And the victims, too...

A serial killer here in our town?!

Tell me...

Was there never a similar case in the past?

I recall Comrade Katona mentioning something at university,

but... he didn't give any details.

Well... there was one...

About seven or eight years ago. The Réti case.

But we solved it. He was the prosecutor.

They found their man and locked him up... for life.

Could you get me the "Réti case" files?

I can try.

The "Ibolya Sóskuti" case. I found only this autopsy report.

Thank you.

Isn't it dangerous to dive... alone?

It is...

...but I enjoy it.

You made mistakes in the investigation.

It was an obvious case, and Ákos Réti confessed on day one.

His story is all mixed up.

And the defense failed to interview all the witnesses.

Are you saying we deliberately ignored witness accounts?!

No.

But did you check the timing of events at all?

The ones described by Réti and the witnesses.

Maybe we didn't go through every last detail.

We were under terrible pressure.

After the troubles that October, we had no time to waste.

We had a weapon, and a culprit,

and he admitted it!

He had no alibi, he had a motive, he told lies...

You should have noticed.

Bollocks!

You've got no idea what it was like back then!

The new cases show that the perpetrator has a sexual complex.

Although he didn't literally have sex with the victims.

Except the first case.

Is he local?

His victims work in the shoe factory. He might know the place.

Why is it so difficult to find someone who'd already attacked two woman?

Who the fuck are you? Oh...

My wife is getting better, but still afraid to go out.

Look... these are two different cases and not necessarily the same man.

We still don't know the motive.

You don't always need a motive. Sometimes it's just a matter of mind.

See? That makes our job more difficult.

Do you have a suspect?

-Sorry, none of your business. -What?

I want my wife to be safe.

What do you want? Should we create a perpetrator for you?

We do our best!

I hope so!

I turn onto Fillér street... and there's the church...

The walls are gray-blue...

A small glazed alcove... with a Virgin Mary statue...

The glass is dirty... The old women haven't washed it...

and the blue well...

You should try to forget, this shit eats you up, you idiot!

-You are living in another world. -I am.

Line up!

Réti!

Visitor!

It must be my sister.

Sit!

You?

What do you want?

Hello.

You came to see me?

I thought I'd pop in because we used to work at the same place.

And I heard you don't get many visitors.

You heard wrong.

I still can't work out why you did it.

You can tell me.

What do you want from me?

They don’t spread their legs, only flirt. Loudly.

They pretend they want something, and then wonder.

Doesn't it bother you that you're doing time for someone else?

Do you have a suspect?

No... No, I don't...

I thought it would help if you knew that someone believed you.

Shame that you weren't the judge!

Everyone is in a way.

My wife was attacked a week ago...

-What? -But she survived.

The police are still in the dark... No sign of the culprit...

Maddening, hey?

What do you want from me? It wasn't me!

Do you have a match?

Tell me...

...what do you remember about women?

Time's up!

What a pity!

We'd have so much to talk about.

How are you enjoying life with us?

-On the frontline... -Well enough.

-I've got no time for myself. -That's good!

No, thanks!

And?

-Got any usable leads? -Maybe.

But... So...

Teacher, sir!

I'd like to have the Réti case reopened...

But I called you in to discuss the new case.

And that's why I mentioned it.

The Réti case.

That case is done and dusted.

Let's stay in the present...

I believe that the '57 Martfű murder is linked to the present...

-Are you questioning the verdict?! -God forbid!

The case's simplicity meant that details,

that pointed totally...

You're creating false links, Zoltán!

You have to work from recent proven evidence

so you don't misdirect yourself or the case.

I taught you something similar.

You can't pull cases in that take your fancy.

It didn't "take my fancy."

Are you questioning my expertise,

or my integrity?

Neither, believe me.

That's why I'd like the file.

Not to rely on my imagination.

Save your imagination for the case in hand because it's going nowhere.

You were just the same at university: talented and imaginative.

But your ideas often left reality behind.

I won't let you make a fool of yourself, son!

Does that mean I don't get permission?

It means that case is closed!

There are no connections.

Do not dwell on the past, focus on the present...

...and your future!

Hello!

My boy?

Should I bring him in?

No, not yet...

I've stitched him a ball.

You'll have to smuggle it out.

Don't take any silly risks!

Maybe I file another appeal...

Let it go!

It would help your career, trust me.

-What do you want to know? -Everything about Szirmai.

Even if he requests a file.

-And about Bóta? -About him, too.

But you need to behave the way you have.

Don't raise suspicion.

I understand.

Of course... if you can find a way to win their confidence...

You're a clever bloke!

Show me what you can do!

I can count on you, can't I?

I'll check if the boy's asleep...

Sorry. I need to take a walk.

I'll wait up for you.

Mr. Bognár! Could you take me home? My bike chain got stuck...

Of course.

-It's been a long time. -It has.

How's the kid? Started school, I suppose.

Sure.

Makes me worried. When are you going to have one?

Me? Here? Who with? What for? Don't be foolish...

Réti's appealing again.

They don't usually try so many times. Unless...

Is there something I should know about?

There's nothing.

I said... there's nothing.

So we should reject his application.

Right?

That's up to you.

Mr. Bognár, we've gone too far!

Mr. Bognár, we've driven past it!

Please, stop!

Mr. Bognár, please stop the truck!

Where are we going?

Mr. Bognár, where are we going?!

Stop now!

Where are we going?!

No!

-Do you want to kill yourself?! -Stop!

Where are we going?!

Don't! Help!

No!

What are you doing?!

-Don't! Help me! -Stay still!

Évi...

Little Évi...

Évi!

Admit it!

You will admit it!