Dark Crimes Page #2

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- She'll have changed her name.

- We thought of that.

You did?

You never spoke to her?

The whole year you

were living there?

Do you speak to

your neighbors?

- Yes.

- Yes. I bet you live in a little house

and you wish you could have sex with your

wife but she's too old and you're too bored

and what the f***, you can always

jerk yourself off in the shower.

Can you remember where you were

the night Sadowski vanished?

Can you?

- Answer the question.

- No.

Did you know

Daniel Sadowski?

- Yes.

- How?

- He was a friend.

- Where did you meet?

In the club.

Maybe the apartment.

Blond. Big cock.

How long...

had you known him?

A year. Maybe more.

You saw each other regularly?

As regularly as he'd let me.

Let you?

Daniel was... a busy man.

The body had been tied up using

a fisherman's knot known as the fly,

a particularly painful knot that made

the victim look like he was skydiving.

Free, at last, from

the carnal routine of living.

Its long, littleness stopped, like his heart,

by Rohypnol, the notorious date rape drug,

for Marek would deny his

victim even the fractional joy

of the cold water

meeting his skin.

Your novel.

Same victim. Same location.

Same means of death.

Only a police officer or the

killer could know those facts.

The details of the murder were never

published. So how do you know about that?

You really want me

to tell you I murdered Daniel?

- Did you?

- What do you think?

I think the book

is your confession.

Why would I confess

to something like that?

Tell me I'm wrong.

You could be right.

You know the truth.

Truth. You really

want to go there?

You kill someone,

it's a self-evident fact.

Not according

to Christ's crucifixion.

I've seen dead bodies.

You don't make them up.

You killed Daniel Sadowski

and you made it look

like a sado-masochistic

game that went wrong.

Well that's what you say.

No. That's what you say.

- That's what I write.

- Ah.

- Hello.

- I already told you everything I know.

I published his first books. We

divorced many years ago. That's it.

Has he tried

to contact you again?

I will never speak

to Krystof again.

I will never speak

about Krystof again.

Did she ever talk to her

neighbor Krystof Kozlov?

No.

- Anything?

- Mm.

Nothing here.

Please move your car.

Move your car, now.

You have no authority to be here.

You are never with us.

Work's been busy.

Work's always busy.

I'm on an important case.

Piotr wants it solved.

Piotr. Are you serious?

If I land this case,

he'll give me my old job back.

You're finished in a year.

Not like this.

I don't want to go like this.

Just don't forget who you are.

Marek thought

how fickle memory was.

You murder a man,

and the moment it's done

you're already retelling

the story to yourself,

so that the act of killing

is not your act of killing,

but belongs, instead,

to some fictional simulacrum

in just the same way the men who

murdered so prosaically in Auschwitz

made peace with what they did, transmuted

their memories like pieces of fiction,

to the point where good

and evil lost all meaning

and the only lights by which they steered

were what they tasted, saw, and touched.

- Krystof.

- Mum, it's all right.

Have a seat. Please.

Sir. I found this.

Are they yours?

They're planted.

You deny

they're yours?

I deny nothing.

Who did they belong to?

Well, you tell me,

you fascist bastard.

When you're finished...

then it's my turn.

Your boyfriend. Mr. Kozlov.

We're not together anymore.

He called you yesterday.

Might I ask why?

To talk to Hanna.

Daniel Sadowski.

Do you know this name?

No.

Did Mr. Kozlov ever give

you reason to fear him?

What do you mean?

Did he frighten you?

Threaten you?

No.

- Sexually?

- No.

He was never violent

toward you?

Come on.

Don't ever talk in front of

my daughter like that. Please.

Who paid for your drugs?

It's none of your business.

What kind of work do you do?

I'd like you to leave now.

Sit down.

Relax.

- Is your name Krystof Kozlov?

- Yes.

- Do you drink?

- Yes.

Is it summer now?

Yes.

Is it summer now?

No.

- Have you ever been violent?

- Sometimes.

- Yes or no.

- Yes.

Did you strangle

Daniel Sadowski?

No.

- Did you torture him?

- No.

Did you pay someone

to murder him?

No.

Did you let him have

a phone call?

It is his right.

Is he guilty?

Yes.

Greger will come after you.

I know.

I know it was you.

You're f***ed.

Come.

I was stripped and tied

to a metal chair.

Mentally and physically humiliated

and threatened with violence.

Officer Pietzek, the man

in charge of the investigation,

verbally assaulted me

on numerous occasions.

He threatened to beat me, and then he wanted

to throw me from the third floor window

and say that

I'd committed suicide.

His words were:

"Two seconds and it's done."

I will be suing

the officer in question

for violation of Article 30

of the Constitution. Thank you.

Sir? They want

to see you upstairs.

Take a seat.

I'm not here to judge, Tadek.

I just need to know

if what Kozlov says is true.

Of course not. It's in his book.

"Pawel leaned across

the table and stared at him.

Do you know what the police do

with people who tell lies?

We take them to that window

and we throw them out. Suicide.

Two seconds and it's done."

You memorized that?

How many times have

you read his book?

So you never used

violence against him?

We all know Greger's dirty.

I warned you not to compete

with him for the job.

If you want to beat him,

pick your fights,

check your facts, and never let

emotion cloud your judgment.

Microphone.

Transmitter. Receiver.

Officially you don't have this.

Don't screw up.

Discreet, Tadek.

My parents will

bring Hanna tomorrow.

I know, you told me already.

- You hungry?

- No.

- There's food in the kitchen.

- Later.

Here.

We were clear, no? You have

to stop coming here.

I need to be with you.

But not me.

Come here.

What? You want...

you want more stories?

No, no, no, no.

I've got a really

good one for you.

Shh. That's not fair.

Come here.

Just leave me alone!

- Kasia. Kasia.

- Leave me alone!

How can you hear

all this and do nothing?

No!

Shh.

You promised!

Stop. It will. It will stop.

It will stop.

The war of words between Krystof

Kozlov and the Interior Ministry

increased today with the author's impending

appeal against police brutality.

The original investigation was headed by

the current chief of police, Adam Greger.

Why did you shut the investigation

down in the first place?

Insufficient evidence.

Are the accusations true?

I can't comment on

any individual case

but what I can say is that our police

force is a modern police force,

striving to protect its

citizens in an increasingly

complex and challenging

society. Thank you.

Mr. Kozlov asserts that the police

have fabricated their evidence against him.

Is it true?

No.

I hope so.

Last time you said the same.

The same car

was there yesterday.

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