-Okay, drips, please. -Two units of blood.
-Back off. -I'm police.
I need to know the patient's condition.
She's fighting for her life.
-What's the status? -Stab wounds, saturation 80,
heart rate 35, dropping...
Clear!
-Talk to me. -She's in an induced coma.
She's lost a lot of blood, but the organs are intact.
She'll make it.
She was on her way to her mother in Germany.
When she saw him following her, she returned home.
Yeah?
Security cams show him waiting for her at the station.
The girl got on the train to Locknitz, clearly so did he.
He left his car in the station parking lot.
A black Golf, must be the same one, so everything checks out.
We're trying...
to get a description, but it's not easy.
He always wears a hoodie. He knows his shit.
Fuck.
Okay, thanks.
It's the guy who's been following me. Only one person's seen his face.
Hania.
Just five minutes with a police shrink.
It's your call.
We're going to have a chat with Mom's friend, okay?
I hear they have chocolate cookies there.
So that's your priority now?
Why is Grandpa mad at us?
Grandpa is not mad at you.
-Good morning. -Hi, Hania.
I'm Julia, nice to meet you.
This is the lady I told you about. Take off your jacket.
-What's that? -A horse.
What a pretty horse. How about we go to a special room?
What animals do you like?
My favorite are dolphins, hedgehogs, and hamsters.
I know why I'm here. To tell you about that man.
That's true. You're very smart, you know?
I know.
Do you think you could tell me what he looked like?
-What if I helped you a little? -I don't know.
I'll show you photos. Tell me if you recognize anyone. Was it him?
Him, maybe?
-Are you sure? -I am.
Take a good look.
-I'm sure. -Him?
-None of these men? -None.
Did he say anything?
He was holding a candy and he said that I'll get it
if I'll pray for Daddy.
I told him I pray for Daddy anyway.
-A very nice reply. -This looks like a spider's web.
-It does. -He had one like it.
This will have to do.
-We've got the tattoo confirmed. -But no ID. We've got shit.
-Tough. I'm sending out an APB. -See you.
I can't take her to the station. Don't you understand?
I do, but I've got my stuff.
Janek, can't you postpone the meeting?
I need to go, bye.
Fuck, I don't believe this.
Don't worry, Mom. I can go to work with you.
Listen, or maybe you'd like to see Grandma Gosia?
Fuck, man, I don't have time!
-Calm down, ma'am. -Move it, for fuck's sake!
Language!
-I want a candy bar. -I'm in a rush.
A candy bar.
-This one. -The blue one?
-Yes. -Okay.
-Let me do it. -Okay, go ahead.
There you go. Now scram upstairs.
And what do you do at work, Mom?
I solve all kinds of mysteries.
Who are those people?
Do you know them?
No, those are people I'm looking for or...
I need to talk to or who need my help. Sit down.
Don't leave this room, okay?
Okay.
I'll just be in the briefing for a sec.
Based on the tattoos recognized by Zawieja's daughter,
our suspect is Tomasz Wrobel.
We know he was the victim's patient
and that he was harassing her for weeks.
This fucko was following Kosinska, now he's following you.
At the cemetery he tells your daughter to pray for Wojtek.
I can't take any risks. Hania will get a 24/7 detail.
-I'm putting a car outside your home. -Thanks.
Alright people, get to work. Let's gather all the threads
and catch this fucko, all right?
-Zawieja, sorry about last night. -Seriously?
Yes.
Hello?
It's Hania and Grandma.
Mom, come in.
It's Hania and Grandma! Mom, come in!
-It's Hania and Grandma! -Girls, it's a police radio...
-What happened to you? -It's just a scratch.
No. It was a car accident.
-What accident? -A fender bender.
-But... -It was nothing.
Hello. I see your younger sister popped in for a visit.
-You're overdoing it, but thanks. -Right. Okay, Zawieja.
We have a probable location on Wrobel. Coming?
-Yeah. -Okay. I'll wait downstairs.
-See you later, bye. -Bye.
Mom, I have to go now.
-Okay. -I'll get you a ride home.
So... I'll see you in the evening, okay?
Thanks for coming.
I wish you'd called me earlier. I missed you two.
The weather is not easy on us lately.
And it doesn't help the police searching for suspect Tomasz Wrobel
in connection with the homicide of Prosecutor Strzelecki's daughter.
According to unofficial sources, he might be holding
the newborn child of victim Magda Kosinska.
The suspect's photo is on police website.
If you know anything, give us a call. And now, to boost your spirits...
It's not a newborn, it's a three-month-old baby.
Clear.
-Get the fuck out! -Police!
-Drop the fucking knife! -Leave the baby!
-Get the fuck out! -Shut up!
Police! The child will be fine.
-Whose child is it? -Mine.
-You sure? -It's mine!
I'll let your hand go and show you a photo. No funny stuff, right?
Okay.
Tomasz Wrobel. Is he the father?
-No. -You sure?
-He rents a room here! -Any idea where he is now?
I haven't seen the psycho in a week.
-He has a garage outside! -In the yard?
-By the water. -Let her get the baby.
That's the room?
-Is that the room? -Yes.
That's it. There, there, sweetie.
What can you tell us about Wrobel?
He's a freak. I knew I shouldn't have taken him in.
He'd run around all day, yelling, scaring my child.
I needed the money.
Hush, honey, it's okay now.
It's alright.
Hush, baby, hush.
-So where's that garage? -By the water, no. 34.
-Have you got the keys? -No.
I guess it's here.
Fuck.
We need to get the techs here.
The fucking stench...
-Hi. -What's up?
Wrobel was renting a garage, we found a gutted pig there. So we traced...
Strzelecki's "gift." Trepa will go to the vet inspection
to check who bought the pig and where.
Alright. Zawieja?
Anything else? Zawieja?
And there's the drone. Now we know he was watching Magda.
We've checked all the files. Wrobel is from out of town.
Strzelecki hasn't prosecuted him, why this obsession with that family?
It just doesn't add up.
Zawieja, listen... he must have that child.
-Or it's the most probable scenario. -Okay, then...
-He did time in the Goleniow prison? -Yes.
-Maybe I'll learn something there. -Okay.
-I'll give the warden a heads up. -Bye.
-Secure this. -Okay. See you.
-Hi, are you at home? -Yes.
There's lunch in the fridge.
-Check if the cops are outside. -We're going to have a great time.
-Yeah, there's a police car. -Good.
-If anything happens, call me. -Okay, bye.
-Bye. -I'll drop you off by your car.
You don't believe it's Wrobel? I can tell it's bothering you.
Come in.
-The detective. -Come in.
Hello.
Tomasz Wrobel, right? There's his file.
Have a seat.
He's not your guy.
You're looking for someone who has committed a brutal murder.
And Wrobel is a plain coward.
A bottom feeder. The inmates treated him like shit.
Where'd you get the idea it's him?
I don't need to explain myself. I've got my leads.
No wonder the crime rate's going up.
-I'd like to see his cell. -What's there to see?
There you go.
A group cell with a large rotation.
You won't find anything there.
You didn't react when his cellmates beat him?
Have you read how he treated that 15-year-old girl?
He was doing time for rape.
Did he use the library? Had access to a computer?
Yes, he did.
Like all prisoners.
Take me there, then.
For fuck's sake... 21st century.
Follow me, please.
Be my guest.
Have a seat.
Right...
Inmate Wrobel's account...
Tomasz Wrobel's search history, it's all there.
And what did he read?
I'll check his card and bring it.
Right.
Here.
All books he checked out.
Fuck... that warden's a hell of a charmer, isn't he?
-He didn't want to let me in. -I pissed him off a bit.
Well, that explains it. You really have a knack for this.
-I was at that pig farm. -I can smell that.
They recognized Wrobel.
He was the one who sent the package to Strzelecki. You're welcome.
What have you got here?
Wrobel's search history.
During the few years here he developed an obsession
with Strzelecki and one of his cases, Ryszard Kreutz.
-The guy who did the prostitute? -Correct.
-What do you know about it? -As much as you and anyone.
He killed a prostitute, hung her on a church door...
and as I recall, he managed to off a few bums
-before Strzelecki locked him up. -Is Kreutz doing time here?
-Tenth year in solitary. -15 more to go.
-Ryszard... that's his name, right? -Yes.
Take a look.
"HEART OF DARKNESS"
They fucking marked excerpts.
I'll have to take this.
-And what did you find? -Ryszard Kreutz.
Is it possible Wrobel had contact with him in here?
Kreutz... there you go.
10 years in solitary, under constant surveillance.
He eats, sleeps and shits with us.
Anka Janas woke up. We have to go and confirm Wrobel's ID.
I think Wrobel was working for Kreutz or was heavily inspired by him.
He had no reason to go after the Strzeleckis.
Kreutz's spent most time in solitary. Unless the guards got bribed.
Maybe they did. We'll have to interrogate Kreutz on our terms.
-And you'll be the one do it? -If it helps find the baby, I will.
-So now Kreutz has the baby? -I didn't say that.
Zawieja, we're looking for Wrobel.
Let's focus on one thing and do it right.
Then stop nibbling those fucking nuts and focus.
Hello.
Zawieja, I'm authorized to interrogate the patient.
Thank you.
Hello.
I'm sorry, I have to ask a question about the case.
Ania...
Could this be the man who attacked you?
I don't think so.
Take a good look, maybe you'll remember.
I don't think it's him. I'm sorry.
You're sure?
Alright. I'm sorry.
Everything will be all right, honey.
You just need to rest a few days. And you'll come home.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
So?
She didn't ID him.
Something's fucking stinks.
Both Hania and Janas saw him.
But neither has identified him.
-Maybe there's two of them. -Or maybe even three.
But you said yourself Kreutz is behind all this.
So let's follow it up.
Okay, we need to confront Strzelecki about this.
See how he reacts to Kreutz. Call Pietrzak.
It's a start.
Come in.
Thank you for coming, Prosecutor. I'm sorry we kept you waiting.
Tell us what we've got.
Right. So...
Wrobel, suspected of killing your daughter and abducting the child,
wasn't acting alone.
The name Ryszard Kreutz came up in the investigation.
Kreutz?
Wrobel and Kreutz were in Goleniow prison at the same time.
But he's in solitary.
Yes, but we're checking how Kreutz could've contacted the outside world
and we're not ruling out bribery.
The search history in a prison computer shows
that Wrobel was fascinated by Kreutz
and the tragic death of your wife, Julia.
How can I help?
We'll need all the Kreutz case files from the Prosecutor's office.
And if possible, police photos from your wife's accident.
Sure.
I'm sorry about your husband, but the autopsy report left no doubt.
Wrobel's books.
He'd easily manipulate someone like Kreutz.
We know it from his psych evaluation.
They contacted each other by checking out the same books.
They communicated by marking certain excerpts.
You're saying Kreutz brainwashed Wrobel?
Kreutz is an icon in Goleniow.
A preacher of sorts for all those fuckos.
Apparently since his release Wrobel has become Kreutz's agent.
Carrying out his orders.
I've talked to Janas. Like Hania, she hasn't identified him.
Maybe he's not operating alone?
Let's focus on Wrobel, all evidence leads to him.
We have to catch him, ASAP.
The placenta in the city, the pig's fetus, even the flowers...
Kreutz planned it all, so that it'd lead us to him.
-Okay. -We have to isolate him,
-interrogate him on our terms. -Alright.
I'll see what I can do.
Please don't smoke here.
Hania needs intimacy, like every child.
She needs warmth. She wouldn't let go of me all day.
Hugging me, cuddling...
I think she lacks something.
I know, Mom.
But what can I say?
Don't treat me like an enemy.
I see you've tidied up since our last "date."
What happened?
Changes.
You've already been on the force.
Why did it take so long to find Kreutz?
He was one smart motherfucker. Good at hiding.
We had no evidence.
No traces of his DNA on the body.
No murder weapon. He must've had a partner, but we never found them.
-On what grounds was he sentenced? -It was all circumstantial.
The investigators believed he had an accomplice, but Strzelecki...
was so convincing that Kreutz was found guilty.
I think the person who might've helped him...
was Wrobel.
He was a punk back then, it had to be someone else.
Maybe not with the prostitute, but then he did time
for rape on a minor, in the same prison as Kreutz.
-He was fascinated by him. -And you think that what?
Kreutz met Wrobel and somehow messed with his head, and then Wrobel...
Followed Kosinska, she went into labor and...
You think he's got the baby?
Or the guy you didn't find back then.
To me it looks like fucking revenge from the inside.
TRAGIC DEATH OF MICHAL STRELECKI'S WIFE
Maybe whoever helped Kreutz is still working for him.
Maybe now he's working with Wrobel.
This case is starting to get to me.
Wojtek called me that night.
He wanted to talk.
I was with my kids.
I had no idea it was that fucking bad.
I didn't feel like talking, so I ignored him.
I feel guilty too. I just wanted you to know.
-Care to join us for a beer, doctor? -Thanks, next time.
-Have fun. -Too bad. Bye.
See you tomorrow.
Dorota?
Listen, I think that...
all of this is my fault.
Michal... I beg you...
Dorota?
Dorota? Hello?
Not wasting time, I see.
-I'm sorry, it's work stuff. -This fucking work of yours...
It's either work or me, but work is winning.
I see...
-What do you expect me to say? -Right.
Fucking come up with something.
You've got two options:
you can throw divorce papers at him and leave. Or...
you can state your terms and give him a chance.
Good luck.
-Yeah? -You won't believe this.
Our suspect Wrobel, has kidnapped Strzelecki's partner.
He's in the industrial area,
near the chocolate factory, under the Castle Route.
-We're on our way. -I'll be there.
He's over there. The negotiator's on the way,
he'll be here in 40 minutes.
I'm innocent! I haven't done anything!
It was Kreutz! He told me to follow her!
Hold it.
-Are you sure? -We've got no time.
Where's Strzelecki? I'll only talk to him!
Bring Strzelecki here!
Kreutz made me do it.
Easy. I'm unarmed.
-See? -I don't have that baby!
I'm the wrong guy.
I believe you. Tell me, who's working with you?
I'm unarmed, I just want to talk.
-Tell them to go away. -I will, but put your gun down.
No one wants to hurt you.
And you don't want to hurt anybody. We know Kreutz dragged you into this.
Put the gun down. I'll listen. Let's talk.
-Nobody ever fucking listened to me. -I want to.
Who are your working with? Does he have the child?
The child? What child?
-Fuck your kids! -Okay...
I get it. Let's talk.
-Who are you working with? -You know what?
I want to dream. And I will.
And you can go on living here.
Did he say anything about the child?
Did he say anything else? About the child?
She's in shock.
Michal, come.
The guy blew his brains out. Dorota is fine.
She's over there.
Radwan, come over here.
It's from Strzelecki.
The file on his wife's accident.
See?
Here.
And here.
The black Golf.
That man was following Strzelecki's wife,
-his daughter... -And then Zawieja.
You think it was him?
We'd have to confirm it.
"The Cat grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-natured, she thought."
"Still, it had very long claws and a great many teeth,"
"so she felt it ought to be treated with respect."
Do you have a secret admirer?
Where did you get them?
Someone knocked, they were on the doormat.
Guys...
before Wrobel shot himself, he raved about how he was innocent.
The blow-ups clearly show
that the black Golf driver and Wrobel are two different people.
So he had a partner. Zawieja was right.
If Kreutz is behind all this, then he had two errand boys.
One is dead and the other is still at large.
And we have no clue who or where.
How the fuck is it possible that someone has left flowers at my door?
-I didn't see anyone. -You missed someone carrying this?
-I didn't see anyone. -And nobody came out either?