[theme song plays]
[theme song fades out]
ANGEL OF DEATH 4
[Henry] You were right, this place is haunted.
I saw a girl's ghost a couple of times.
She said someone murdered her.
She walks down the corridors at night, singing. Quietly...
[wind blows outside]
Always when the wind is blowing strong. Like tonight.
Because wind makes people lose their minds.
You want some? I'll help you eat it.
[giggles] I didn't know you don't like them.
I'll be out on furlough soon, I'll get you something else.
Raisins, pistachios...
Please, Henry, the rules haven't changed.
Everyone's in their room at this hour. He needs to rest.
Sleep tight and don't let the bugs bite.
I need to give you your meds.
Can you spare me a moment?
Of course.
It's about Wolnicki. He has been here for a few weeks,
but I still get the feeling
that you're treating him differently than other patients.
I don't know what gives you that impression.
He has a single room.
You visit him much more frequently than other patients.
You personally go through the footage from his room.
That's because he's under observation.
But he has been diagnosed.
It's schizophrenia with dominant negative symptoms,
according to expert witnesses.
Yes. And it manifested itself
at a moment most convenient for him, right?
But he received a brutal beating.
He had an inoperable brain hematoma,
and you know that a trauma like that can seriously worsen the symptoms.
Yes, it happens sometimes.
What he requires are strong social interactions.
Isolation and constant control are ill-advised.
Hm.
Um... Let me show you something. Come.
You are new here, just like him.
And you don't know that what we usually rely on is trust.
And trust is something that has to be gained.
Hmm-mm. I see.
What did you want to show me?
I wanted to show you
who's the person who makes the rules here.
[menacing music plays]
HEAD OF DEPARTMENT FORENSIC PSYCHIATRIC WARD
[indistinct chatter and laughs]
[dance music in the distance]
[woman] Fuck off!
Fuck off, asshole! Let go!
Listen, do you know anyone who's got pills?
-What will it be? -Some isotonic, please.
Sorry, orange juice, please.
Honey, I can't talk now, I'll call you back.
- [Jola] I need money. -[panting] What's going on?
[Jola] I got kicked out of the apartment.
[huffs]
-Have you found a new one? - [Jola] No...
[Jola sobbing] I don't know what to do, Mum...
Alright. Get a grip, we'll think of something.
I'll send you the money by the way.
[woman] Cash up front.
Easy, why so jumpy? If she loves you, she'll wait.
-Okay. Have fun. -[Agnes] Police, freeze!
[buyer grunts]
-[woman] But... but... -[Agnes] Just shut up!
You're being placed under arrest for dealing illegal substances.
-The rape pill, a woman to a woman? -No. But we--
Oh, fuck...
[man] I didn't buy anything, I'm innocent.
What are you staring at? Fuck off!
[huffs]
Who's the smart one came up with the lame idea
to have cops selling drugs out there?
-We weren't dealing real drugs. -We were just building our cred.
We wanted to take down the whole network.
But now we've been exposed.
And who authorized this operation?
-The brass did. -Meaning?
I'm asking you! Who signed this crap?
You did.
-Excuse me? -[male officer chuckles]
You've been the boss for six months.
[Mrowiec] You said before that you would take him on Fridays!
No. Fridays are yours, I've got Polish.
Really Polish? Not Latin or coding class?
I've got coding on Tuesdays, I put it in your calendar.
Oh, right I've got negotiation training, every other weekend.
Sorry, negotiation?
I want to grow, not just get stuck in diapers.
I get it, diapers aren't really your thing. [chuckles]
But you, a negotiator?
You fucking bet I am!
Are you fucking mental?
This milk's way too warm, you'll burn the baby's mouth.
Watch your language! And just go answer that fucking phone.
[phone ringing]
Come, sweetheart.
Who the fuck is calling?
Do you know you totally fucked up their investigation?!
Do you realize that? Do you understand
those two were supposed to infiltrate the rape pill gang!
And who came up with that?
What do you mean, who?
Someone in narcotics. But you fucking authorized it.
-No way I did. I'm not senile. -No.
Your papers are a mess
and you have no idea what you're signing.
That is bullshit.
What were you even doing there?
It was after hours, I went for a run and dropped in for a glass of juice.
Right. You do the same during office hours.
You run around town chasing thugs, instead of doing some real work.
Dude, I'm a cop.
No! You're the boss!
And they're paying you to do nothing
but just sit on your ass.
We talked about it. I'm implementing a new management model.
I'm not at the desk,
but in the field with my people, alright?
And how is that model working out for you, genius?
Oh, fuck...
OPERATION "SPEED" PLAN.
AUTHORIZED DEPUTY INSPECTOR AGNES POLKOWSKA
-Hi, Aggie. -Oh! Hi, how's the kid?
Great, you know? Really, because he's with his dad now,
who should not be on the phone
talking about work during his time off.
Sure. It's just this one little tiny thing.
You'll have to deal with it yourself,
because today Mrowiec is taking care of his son, not you.
[sighs]
Fucking hell...
[ominous music plays]
Officer Sylvia Kozak, sobriety check.
-How do I blow into that? -Just right here.
Like you'd blow a candle.
[blows softly]
[breathalyzer beeps]
Zero point zero.
Goodbye.
Go now.
Goodbye.
Alright. Your turn, I'm fed up.
[male officer] What? Someone hit on you, again?
No, not really, but he was weird.
Why is it that you don't like guys so much?
Because you guys are ugly.
-Whereas you're pretty? -Hmm-mm. But taken. Get to work.
Say hi to Kasia.
No, sure, fine. Go alone.
I guess it's a party without a plus one.
Maybe you'll meet someone you won't be ashamed of.
I'm not ashamed of you! I live with you!
But you don't invite your friends from the station over.
Because they're all a bunch of stuck-up morons!
You'll fit in great.
Screw you.
[doorbell rings]
[door unlocks]
A courier. Did you order anything?
[ominous music plays]
[car honks insistently]
[driver] He's blocking the driveway! Is that from the store?
[neighbor] I don't think so, I've never seen him here before.
[driver] I'm calling the metro police.
[Kasia] Listen, I've had enough. [sighs]
Let's just stop fighting and talk it out.
Sylvia?
[screaming desperately] Sylvia! Sylvia!
[sobbing] Sylvia!
Sylvia!
[patient 1 talks indistinctly]
[patient 1] Dytko, Habowski, Lis...
Don't look at me.
[patient 1] Nyc, Nyc... Nyc.
Madejski, Lyko, Szczepaniak,
Wodarz, Wasiewicz, Korbas.
Gora, Giemsa...
Dytko, Habowski, Lis...
[patient 2] It's nice to see you! [giggles]
[patient 1] Lis, Lis...
[patient 2] Ah! I'm talking to you, but I don't wanna go.
I'd help, but I need to use the john.
[patients indistinct and confused chatter continues]
-Still nothing? -The same, ever since he got here.
He won't eat by himself, should I help?
Not yet.
[patient 3 laughing] He's not even here.
[ominous music plays]
[patient 4 laughs hysterically]
What happened here?
The tray got in my way.
Clean this up for me, please.
Please, bring another helping here.
[camera shutter clicks repetitively]
[technician] Take a look.
Archangel Michael. Uniformed services patron.
-Check it for prints, will you? -Sure.
[Mrowiec sighs]
What have you got?
Uh... According to the neighbors,
right before she died she had a huge fight with the other one.
-Lots of yelling... -What other one?
There, in the living room.
And who is she?
-They lived together. -You mean they were a couple?
Right. A couple.
Then just say it. Girl on girl works just as well.
-Okay, a couple then. -[sighs]
-What did she say? -That a courier killed her.
A courier?
-Did the neighbors see him? -No.
I understand you didn't either?
[in a soft voice] No. I was on the balcony.
[camera shutter clicks]
I just saw...
that a car pulled up to the house.
Hm-mm.
What kind of car was it?
[sighing] I don't know.
Is it true that before she died,
you were having an argument with your partner?
[whimpers]
[sobbing] It's not like I killed her!
It's okay, I have to ask all these questions.
[sobs]
Oh, fuck...
I'm sorry, that's my boss.
-[Mrowiec] Come for a smoke. -[Agnes] I don't smoke.
-Neither do I. -Okay.
[sniffs and inhales deeply]
They told you about the prayer card.
The icon with an angel. I don't know if you remember,
but Wolnicki started with the seraphim.
This is Archangel Michael, who is here in the calendar.
And also at our station.
Maybe the killer doesn't really like the police.
And Matthew Janik? How has he been? Any news?
Not much. He's still on the run.
And there is no evidence showing he assisted his mom in her suicide.
The mum was also a cop.
Yes, Aggie, but so what?
The things the brass and some of our colleagues have been doing,
half of the fucking country hates us.
And the other half mocks us in memes.
The motive is different here.
The victim was hiding her relationship with a woman.
A turbulent one.
So? You're suggesting the passion got so wild she slit her throat?
A praying mantis?
Interesting, but I doubt it. Maybe a neighbor hates lesbians?
-The world's crazy. -And I just mentioned two.
Janik is a half-wit who wouldn't come up with the icon.
And your Wolnicki is just a court-confirmed vegetable.
You're obsessively going back to your old case,
because you don't like your new job, don't you get it?
And you're sassing to me, because you never would to Wronska.
Watch it, Aggie.
Watch it. That was a low blow right there.
Okay, you're right. You know what to do.
What are you doing?
What else? I'll just go sort out those papers.
Yeah, go sulk.
[patient 1 says random names]
Cebula, Wodarz...
Wasiewicz.
The 1938 World Cup again?
-Did you start from the beginning? -Nyc...
Szczepaniak, Baran...
-that was a great throw. -[Henry giggles] Thanks.
You're going out, uh... on furlough soon, right?
-Why, is there a problem? -No, not really.
I've noticed you made friends with Peter Wolnicki.
[giggles] He's a very interesting man. [pants]
So he actually talks to you?
But of course. [pants]
What about?
Books, mainly. He's very well-read.
He knows a lot about angels, saints, demons.
You're kidding, right Mr. Henry?
No, Doctor.
I'm crazy. You diagnosed me yourself.
Uh... Excuse me, Doctor...
-Yes? -Someone's here to see you.
-Who? -Some important policewoman.
[scoffs]
[Doctor] There's practically no contact with him.
He doesn't speak or react to questions.
He doesn't eat on his own.
The court stated
that the trauma and injuries first brought on neurotic disorders,
then psychotic symptoms,
and finally some form of schizophrenia.
I know what the court decided. I've read those files a few times.
But I'm asking for your opinion.
Manipulating expert witnesses would be very difficult.
But is it possible?
He was under observation for several months,
and now we are watching him closely.
[clicks her tongue] You didn't answer my question.
As a specialist with experience,
Is it possible that Peter Wolnicki is faking it?
Feel free to visit.
Please, follow me.
Come on, try it. Make a smile...
But look at me. A smile...
a kiss. Now, a balloon.
Hello, Doctor. We have to interrupt, the patient has a visitor.
[sighs] We just started our exercises.
I'll call for you. Come in, please.
[sighs]
Someone slit a policewoman's throat.
And left an Archangel Michael picture next to her.
I instantly thought of you.
But then it hit me, it couldn't have been you.
Do you know why?
Because you always tried harder.
You were an artist.
And here, some butcher slits a broad's throat
and drops an angel's picture on the ground.
No finesse whatsoever.
[inhales sharply]
It was Matthew Janik, right? He's doing it for you.
He's trying hard, but, how should I put it,
the kid lacks your talent.
[huffs]
I can make a lot happen now, you know?
Like prove to everyone that you are just faking this whole thing.
And then you'll go back to the can. You don't need that.
[sighing] Alright, I'm gonna give you one last chance.
Help me catch Matthew, and let's end this whole circus.
[Wronska] Hey, the baby's sleeping?
He just dozed off. [sighs]
-You didn't lock the door. -"Color Bears" ran me over.
-What are you doing? -[huffs] Checking the city CCTV.
Banks, parcel lockers, gated communities.
Great. All the cool stuff. What are you looking for?
You remember the traffic cop that was murdered?
Yeah, you told me on the phone.
Well, the neighbors said...
that a car was parked blocking the driveway.
-A blue delivery van. -[Wronska] Not enough details.
[sighs] Not enough. Do you want some coffee?
[Wronska] No, thanks.
[baby whimpers]
[Mrowiec] Fuck me.
[whispering] Not around the baby.
[shushes]
[whispering] The day before she had stopped a car
with a matching description for a sobriety test.
-A Ford Transit. -Well, that's something.
And now I've got a whole night of this.
So what?
Aggie's orders?
No, she's got a completely different angle.
-Cool. I don't want to know. -Me neither. Alrighty.
You guys need to beat it.
I'm really gonna need that coffee, or I'm just gonna fall over.
Listen, go lie down. I'll check that footage, okay?
Seriously? For free?
I'll think about it.
Thank you.
[Mrowiec moans]
Fuck...
[metal gate opens]
[gate buzzes open]
[Agnes] How are you holding up?
[Monika] Great.
Listen, if you have any problems with the guards or other inmates,
I can help you.
Thanks, I'm good.
Actually, I may need your help.
I suspect Peter is faking a mental illness.
And planning new crimes.
But to prove that he does have contact with reality,
I need to provoke him somehow.
And what can I do?
Not you. Your son.
I'd like him to visit Peter.
Because he's the only person who brings out any emotions in him.
I'm sorry...
No, it's true.
And that's why I won't have it.
John has got emotions, no one is going to toy with them.
I get it.
You wanted to kill Peter, right?
The prosecutor had evidence
which would have him put away for the rest of his life,
and in much worse conditions than yours, here.
In the hospital, he can take walks in beautiful gardens.
And I don't think that's what you had in mind.
I wanted... I wanted to kill him so badly.
But instead, you gave him a chance for another escape.
[Johnny] Hold it higher, he'll catch it.
[Helen] I am, though, see?
[Johnny] And he almost caught it.
Helen, go inside.
[Helen] Levy, come.
-Please, just leave us alone. -Give me two minutes.
I went to see your mum. She said we can talk.
[unsettling music plays]
Hi.
You don't look well.
When I heard what mom did to you, I couldn't believe it.
I didn't know she was capable.
But you know what? I really envy her strength now.
Too bad it didn't work.
I hate you so much.
And I'd gladly kill you myself.
-What's going on here? -I have the Head Doctor's approval.
I don't care. This patient is under my care.
I understand, but please hear me out...
No, you listen to me. This man is very ill!
And you're hindering his therapy! Please, leave.
Please, leave right now.
Why on earth did you let those people visit Wolnicki?
You said yourself I shouldn't keep him in isolation.
Don't try to be funny.
Seeing his son and that cop, can bring back traumatic memories,
which can cause the patient to withdraw even further.
Yes, but paradoxically, the shock can help overcome the trauma.
Have you heard about implosive therapy?
Yes, it's used to cure phobia. Arachnophobes are shown spiders.
-But it's a controversial method. -Proven effective.
Is that really why you did it then?
[sighs]
He is a criminal. Like everyone in here.
They're all rapists and murderers.
First and foremost, they are patients who need our help.
Some yes, and those we treat.
But there are some who try to avoid responsibility.
The courts decide that, not us!
I have filed a formal complaint against that cop,
and you can be next.
[chuckles softly and scoffs]
You know, I think... you're treading on very thin ice.
I'm just warning you. I believe you're deeply mistaken.
You can go ahead and look through the footage from the last few days.
I'll be extremely surprised if you still think he is faking it.
I already did.
Yes.
You're right.
[sighs] He is deeply disturbed.
And he has no contact with the world.
[clicks his tongue]
But if you dare to enter my office without knocking ever again...
You can be sure you'll be out of here.
[car engine rumbles]
[Agnes] Do you think he is pretending?
I don't know. I have no idea.
I suspect that he is planning new crimes.
I really can't help you.
Besides, it was pointless. I shouldn't have gone there.
I shouted it all out, and I didn't feel any better.
[Agnes sighs]
Oh, stop dragging us into this, alright?
[phone rings]
-Polkowska speaking. -This is the Police HQ calling.
The Chief Commissioner would like to see you.
-The Chief Commissioner? When? -ASAP. He is waiting for you.
-[baby whinging] -[Mrowiec] Alright, alright.
The fake tit is coming. Come on, come here.
[softly] Come here. Come here.
Alright.
[in a groggy voice] Did I sleep long?
Long enough for me to be late to work.
[softly] Come here, sweetie. Come here.
It's okay now.
Eat, eat, eat.
Oh, this is for you.
Yeah?
The time codes when the van shows up.
Something's up, because it circled the victim's block a few times.
I haven't watched it all,
but I don't know, maybe the driver's face is there.
-Wow, thanks a lot. -Yeah, you're welcome.
Oh, leave the keys in the mailbox, will you?
Alright.
Back to us again.
Commissioner, sir.
[sighs]
-Hello. -Hi.
Right. Uh...
This is a gift from an ambassador, and I had to try it out.
They say that about 40% of the force could be replaced by drones.
-Tell me, what do you think? -I thought it was 100%.
-Some complained about you. -Job perk.
The Metropolitan is a fucking mess,
and you go off harassing maniacs in the looney bin.
I'm overseeing Sylvia Kozak's case, the murdered police officer.
Yes. Now that's a tragedy. In human, but also PR terms.
Hm-mm.
No, you can't... kill officers and get away with it.
-Did you get him? -We're working on it.
Unless it's actually a she.
I'm hearing the victim... had certain predilections.
I don't think that's relevant in this case.
Just like a mentally ill patient of a closed psychiatric ward.
I'm sure this is the beginning of a series of murders.
Do you have any proof? Except for the prayer card?
[sighing] Exactly.
I suggest you do better.
Or this will be our last conversation.
-Goodbye. -Hm-mm.
[phone rings]
-Hello? - [Agnes] Hi. What's up?
-We've got him. -Who?
The van driver, the mystery courier, the cop killer.
You get me? The multi-talented man.
-Go on. -Matthew Janik!
Fucking Matthew Janik, you get it?
-Hello? What, you flabbergasted? -I gotta go, I'll call you back.
[Agnes] Jola?
Jola!
-Oh, Jesus... -Careful.
Jola, go to your room. Go lie down.
[Jola chuckles]
[thud
Jola? Jola?
Fuck, get up. Get up!
[Jola moans]
Can you hear me? What happened?
[in a slurred voice] I told you.
My landlord kicked me out of the apartment.
-Why did he kick you out? -Because he's a prick?
-You didn't pay him. -[chuckling] No.
-How much did you drink? -Alcohol is evil.
Okay, so what are you high on?
Everything!
Everything, Mummy!
[Jola laughs hysterically]
[ominous music plays]
[ominous music fades out]
[Helen] I'll get some popcorn.
[TV plays in the background]
[doorbell rings]
-[Barb] Johnny, will you answer it? -[Johnny] Okay.
I'll have some.
Who is it?
[menacing music plays]
[Helen] Johnny, who is it?
It's nobody!
[breathes nervously]
[pants]
Swallow for me, please.
Good evening. It's time for his evening therapy.
Very well then.
Angel of God, guardian of mine, always be there by my side.
Morning and evening, day and night, always guard me with thy might.
Watch my body, watch my soul,
and then lead me to heavenly doors. Amen.
It's really terrible, the thing she did, with your son.
And utterly irresponsible on the Head Doctor's part to go along with it.
I'll never allow for something like that to happen again.
[stammers] Doesn't matter.
[stammering] O-nly...
you.