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Right, thanks.

This is the man we're looking for.

The black Golf driver, he's in pics from Strzelecka's accident.

We suspect he murdered Magda Kosinska

and tried to kill Anka Janas.

-Anka Janas? -Through there.

Good evening.

I'd like to show you a photo.

Do you recognize the suspect?

We assume that this man, the deceased Tomasz Wrobel worked for him.

He was the one who sent the pig's fetus,

he stalked Magda Kosinska,

kidnapped Strzelecki's wife and then shot himself. What else?

I'm tired, I don't want to go.

You're going to Grandpa's. You like sleeping there, right?

It's just for a bit.

Grandma is here. It'll be alright. Sleep.

Close your eyes and sleep.

Ryszard Kreutz,

arrested in 2011 for brutal murders of a prostitute and two homeless men.

Kreutz was prosecuted by Strzelecki,

he got a life sentence in solitary.

This is his revenge.

Wrobel and the other guy worked for Kreutz.

He can lead us to the killer...

and he is the only one who can help us find the baby.

We move our asses to Goleniów,

we bring Kreutz here, and Zawieja interrogates him.

We assume he's in touch with the suspect.

We search his cell, I hope we'll find a phone or a SIM card.

The warden got the papers. We wait. They should release him soon.

He's all yours now.

If he fucking escapes, you know who'll take the blame.

Right.

All right. Search his cell.

Someone must be helping him on the inside,

so keep an eye on everyone. Find that fucking phone.

Got it? Get to work.

Be careful when you talk to him.

He'll wind you up and leave you hanging.

He can't wait.

Center of attention, a trip outside...

then he'll be recalling the beautiful interrogator in his cell and...

-Enough! -Just saying.

Hi, Ania.

It's all my fault...

I fucked up.

She was afraid of me, right?

We were all scared back then.

Magda loved you so much.

-She believed in you. -Fuck.

Do you think that...

she should be dressed in black?

No.

Right.

Remember that...

colorful dress she would always wear in the summertime?

Maybe that one, then?

Sure.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Marcin...

I dreamt about Magda.

She was shooting fireworks by the lake.

She was happy.

I think it's a sign.

That your baby, Julka, is alive.

Thanks.

Friends and relatives will pay their last respects

to murder victim, Magda Kosinska.

The funeral will take place at the Central Cemetery.

We're outside Magda's childhood home

where friends and citizens have been gathering for days

to honor her memory.

Magda Kosinska was a psychiatrist and according to hospital staff,

a gentle person, always smiling.

Nothing suggested she had any enemies.

The police and prosecutor's office are investigating her death.

Will you change?

We should go there together.

Tell me the truth, please.

You know you can trust me.

What have you done?

Michal, I could die next, because of you!

What have you done? Tell me, please!

Tell me...

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize, just tell me the fucking truth!

What have you done?

Tomasz Wrobel.

Who is he?

There is sadness in your eyes.

He wrote to you.

From the same address he'd write to Magda Kosinska.

Before he murdered her.

Impossible.

Clever little thing, you are.

Page 52.

Middle paragraph.

"She carried her sorrowful head as though she was proud."

"As though she would say, I alone know how to mourn for him

as he deserves."

My condolences.

Really, for the loss of your husband.

-Was his suicide a sign of weakness? -I'm not talking about my husband.

I meant Tomasz Wrobel.

Motherfucker.

Who is this?

A picture from Julia Strzelecka's tragic accident.

-I mourned her that day. -I doubt it.

Did you order that hit?

When you work with the likes of him...

you don't have to order anything.

The slightest inspiration works just fine.

A man like that can't be fully controlled.

I take it you encouraged him to murder Julia Strzelecka

and then Magda.

He's behind it, isn't he?

Prosecutor!

Can you hear me?

"Yes, I can, I can."

Can this man have Magda Kosinska's child?

Their innocence is touching.

That's the thing.

If you're so touched...

-then help me find her. -"Her?"

So it's a girl?

The sadder it all seems.

I'm sorry you have yet another loss!

Fuck, Michal, get a grip! I understand, but...

you shouldn't be here, or anywhere near this investigation.

Go bury your daughter.

Have you ever buried your daughter?

No.

Will you help us or not?

Watch it!

You've invested...

so much time and money in the funeral, and what?

Don't be late because you're staring at me!

The funeral's at two pm, right? There's not much time left.

It'd be nice to see what wreath he bought.

A picture of mother and daughter, white flowers...

Makes your eyes well up, a lump in your throat...

Name and surname.

You want to know if he's got her?

-And where? -Yes.

When Strzelecki buries the daughter, I'll take him to the granddaughter.

We'll go there alone, him and me.

-Alone? -Yes.

Strzelecki has got connections. He can get it done.

-It takes guts to face the truth! -Go, please.

The truth is liberating!

Calm down!

End of visit. Take me away.

Out.

He knows all the details. We should stake out the funeral.

Kreutz could've sent him there. You hear me?

Okay, dress nicely.

I don't want you to stand out in the funeral crowd.

You've got two hours, right?

Yeah.

-Need a lift? -Thanks, I'm good.

Alright.

-Are you sure? -What's this about?

You'd relax, we'd chat.

Or not. Get in, I don't bite.

I took his bait. Fuck...

Do you think Wojtek was weak?

Kreutz's just messing with your head.

On the day he died...

Wojtek came home, smiling.

He was calm, tender...

He played with Hania, made us breakfast.

Just being a husband... a father.

I thought it was some sign, a new beginning.

So if he shot himself, then what?

Then he fucking deceived me.

He deceived us all.

Hello.

Hi, I'm Marcin Kosinski.

-My wife... -Thank you.

This way, please.

I won't ask you to come inside.

Sure. I'll wait.

They killed my son and they can do the same to her!

They dismissed the case, stop with the conspiracies!

It's an obvious cover-up!

This is an obsession! You're nuts!

And where were you when my son got killed?

Me? And where were you when he battered her?

-My son didn't beat her. -Excuse me. Where's Hania?

Upstairs.

Listen, he didn't beat her.

My son wouldn't do that, understand?

You're all the same, in uniform or not.

-Animals. -Maybe your husband was like that.

Knock, knock.

-Anyone home? -My son wasn't an animal!

Hi. Can I open this?

Hi, honey.