The Lullaby Killer (Ach śpij kochanie)

Excuse me, I need a stop.

KRAKOW, 1955

So where's the body?

They didn't tell you?

The man is alive.

He came in with a headache.

X-ray showed a piece of metal in his skull.

We removed this during the operation.

Do you have any enemies?

Me, enemies? I am a peaceful man, Officer.

And you don't know who shot you?

No.

And do you believe in God?

Of course not Comrades, me?

That's odd,

because it's a miracle you're not a dead man.

And miracles don't happen twice.

Especially to someone…

of no faith.

I'm telling the truth.

You… Dederko. Know how it works?

The more you lie to us, the more we see through you.

Somebody shot you. It didn't work so he'll try again.

Fine, fine…

I was in Zakopane a few days ago.

Made some money and we had some fun.

Who did you party with?

Władek Mazurkiewicz.

Józek…

What…

What was that?

What was that?

What?

What is it?

I scared you.

What was that?

It was a Dollar, this explosive toy.

- What, don't you know it? - No.

There is a slot here, you put a cap inside…

What cap?

Come on, I had to wake you up.

I need to talk when I'm driving otherwise I fall asleep.

Comrade Prosecutor!

About the Mazurkiewicz warrant…

He's got an unblemished reputation which you can't say about what's his name…

Józef Dederko.

Have you seen his file?

It's not impossible that somebody else shot him

and he's accusing Mazurkiewicz because he's got something to gain.

That's possible Comrade Prosecutor

and that's exactly why we need a warrant.

Different times Lieutenant.

We can't just bust in on someone without cause.

Hi.

Hi.

Lieutenant, let's assume it's him.

Do you think he keeps the gun under his pillow?

Lieutenant, he has a lot of very influential friends.

And what you have…

is a load of shit.

Are you saying that a man with a bullet in his head is a load of shit?

I only said you need to sniff around some more.

Keep me informed. Bye.

Hi, do you have it?

Wait.

You promised you'd have it by today at the latest.

Please, Władek I need this money.

I'm sorry, it was supposed to be a surprise.

What surprise?

A present…

an engagement present.

Maybe you'll come with me to see it, I'm not sure if I chose well.

ELEVATOR 1st FLOOR

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning, Judge.

Good morning.

Your sister going on a date?

With the Priest, maybe. She's going to vespers.

Mazurkiewicz, Mazurkiewicz…

Mazurkiewicz.

Here.

There was a case.

Something rings a bell.

Copy of marriage certificate,

work reference,

registration card,

divorce decree.

That's it?

Antoni Bogucki and a catalogue number.

Bring me this file.

3-57, 3-57…

Here.

Cause of death: gunshot to the head.

And where are the case files?

Looks like Major Olszowy has them.

Colonel.

Yes, Colonel. He was a Major then. Thank you.

CITIZEN'S MILITIA HEADQUARTERS

Thank you.

Comrade Colonel.

Come in, come in, don't be shy.

Excuse me, just for a second, I need the files of Antoni Bogucki.

You signed it out of archives.

Bogucki? What's the case about?

- Murder. - And when was this you say?

In 1946.

Nine years ago? Why would I still have it?

- Then who might have them? - I don't know.

Somebody lost them or they've gone missing…

What we have here is one, huge mess.

Did you see this?

Sonofabitch.

He's been mouthing off at Radio Free Europe for a year.

So, I won't take any more of your time.

Hold on.

Where are you off to?

Got a minute?

How are you doing here, in Cracow?

Well…

Fine, you'll make a fully-fledged Cracovian yet.

I remember when you were this small, like this.

And now all I hear is praises.

I knew you'd do well.

PLEASE CALL

Good morning.

- Welcome, Comrade Colonel. - Good morning.

What do you need?

A carton of Chesterfields,

Wawele…

And what do you want with those old files?

A certain Mazurkiewicz is connected to that case.

"Lovely" Władek, really?

Bely Aist, Ararat, two bottles each.

Three Napoleons.

Have you sniffed anything out about him yet?

He's 43 years old,

no record, not a Party member, divorced but still living with his wife.

High school education, and for some reason, everybody calls him "Judge".

Because he's a traffic accident magistrate, but that's only a cover.

For what?

Gold, dollars, shady business deals.

He's clever enough to live well

but not so clever to make a fortune.

There's gambling too, he loses a lot.

Canned ham, please.

So, what is he suspected of?

A murder.

Murder?

He hasn't the balls for it.

- So what would you like? - I don't understand.

Pick something out.

You have a birthday in a few days.

I want to get you a gift.

Try it on.

We'll take it.

ELEVATOR 1st FLOOR

Where have you been, I've been going crazy with…

It's you?

- Everything has to be hidden. - What's happened?

Secret Police.

They arrested a few of my friends for speculation.

- Jadzia? - She's safe.

But where is she?

Zosia, there is no time.

I'll take you to her.

- Should I take everything? - Everything.

Do I have to have this on?

Relax, we're almost there.

You can't tell the Police what you don't see.

…in some way

Right, this wine is really outstanding.

- You still have a few bottles, right? - Of course, of course. May I?

And this is for you.

Thank you very much.

Money doesn't buy happiness.

Thank you very much.

He's gone to a few joints, done some deals, the sonofabitch.

He spent more today than I make in a year.

Fuck…

Even at night?

They'll crap on us till death.

Why do they always get me and not you?

Maybe they can tell who is good and who is bad?

One day, I will shoot them all, you'll see.

You're off.

Listen, I was thinking,

lend me a hundred.

You've had enough thinking for tonight.

Welcome. Check your coat?

No, thank you.

You're most welcome.

What'll you have, sir?

Will you be ordering something?

What do you recommend?

And what do you feel like having?

A cold appetizer, something hot?

Maybe coffee and something sweet?

Coffee and something sweet.

What's best here?