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-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.