At first I thought it was a piece of driftwood. We get those all the time.
Then I came closer and...
it was over there more or less. I came closer and...
Never in 20 years fishing the Oder did I make a catch like that.
- What? - I love when you give me that look.
- How? - Like that.
Like that. I don't know if you want to fuck me or kill me.
Do I need to choose?
Wait.
- Close your eyes. Don't look. - I'm not looking.
I'm not looking.
- Do you like it? - Some gentleman you are.
The victim's family comes first.
We'll do our best to let them know the truth.
Come on, sweetie. Let's get daddy and have dinner.
The victim has not been identified yet.
The suspicious circumstances of his death call for a thorough investigation.
What are you doing?
Krystian!
Let me go, please.
Krystian!
Are you busy or can I come in?
Stay out!
Dinner's ready.
I need five more minutes.
The blood gushed.
It trickled down her nipples, belly. Her pubic hair and thighs turned red.
Gore everywhere. No sign of a struggle.
Not a single moan or word uttered. In complete silence.
Just her body's convulsions,
as if she was having an orgasm.
Your file Amok has been saved.
Chris.
- We have the right to ask. - Leave him alone.
Chris!
Why can't you tell us what you're writing about?
I'd like to know too.
- It's about a young intellectual in Paris. - Paris?
- What the hell do you know about Paris? - Let him write what he wants.
No one will read a book about an intellectual in Paris.
- Stanislaw! - He needs to support his wife and kid.
- Have you even been to Paris? - Stanislaw!
I'm sorry but no one will ever read a book about an intellectual in Paris.
Stanislaw!
- He has a wife and child to support. - Stop it!
Krystian.
Krystian, I'm tired. I'm going home.
- Let's go home. I want to put Chris to bed. - Just a few more steps. Look.
Look.
That's where Roszewski's body was recovered.
You can still see a trail there.
- I don't see anything. - Look.
- Over there. - It's sick. Leave me alone.
Chris let's go!
Come, Chris!
There are elements of immoralism in Nietzsche's works,
a concept postulating the rejection of all moral norms and limitations.
Nietzsches's concept of the Ubermensch states that a superior individual
can reject effective morality in order
to create a new one based on his own rules.
It is related to Nietzsche's criticism of Christian morality,
which for him was a source
of passiveness, pessimism, and ressentiment.
You need to be cautious though.
Will the new morality created by the Ubermensch be a materialization
of immoralism, or the restitution of Christian values in a new form?
Mr. Bala?
I'm sorry. What was the question?
I haven't asked it yet.
What did Nietzsche mean by telling us,
that a man is a rope tied between beast and Ubermensch?
In the past, as beast, we fucked and killed to survive.
While in our future, as supermen, we will do it all for pleasure.
Perhaps Mr. Kaminski will tell us
what kind of morality we need to suppress, according to Nietzsche,
in order to achieve the ideal of the Ubermensch.
Police headquarters.
I'm looking for information on Mariusz Roszewski.
It's getting harder to find any more information.
We don't have anything new yet.
Hello?
Hello?!
Daddy. Daddy.
I told you a hundred times we never go into daddy's room.
Come.
I want the pictures.
Pictures?
What pictures?
You know how easy it is to make daddy angry.
Cold Case Hotline.
I'm calling about the murder of Mariusz Roszewski.
What's the name again?
Roszewski. He was murdered 4 years ago.
How can I help you?
I know who killed him.
He wrote a book. In this book are all the clues you need to solve the murder.
- What is the title? - Amok.
A-m-o-k?
- Yes. - Who's the author?
I have a 997.
- Give it to the new guy! - He's not that new though.
The Germans used these as prison cells.
But since we're on a budget, we converted them to new offices.
Halinka, come in.
This is for the new inspector.
I see you're hard at work. Can we get some ventilation down here?
This is crazy.
- I'll see what I can do. - Great. Do it.
Thanks.
Oh fuck...
it will be the first thing to go in the wastebasket.
The last guy was a bit of a train wreck. Sorry.
- If I'm not mistaken it's the Hidden One. - What?
The foul goat threatening Heaven.
- It's nice. - You can have it. I don't mind.
Where are your cold case files?
If you lose it, tell me so I can blacklist it and give you a new one.
- You turn it on with the... - I know.
No need for a lecture then.
So can you find a lost or stolen phone?
Why?
A victim's phone went missing 4 years ago. The body was found in the Oder,
so it's either at the bottom of the river or still in use.
They forced this case on you?
- We have a lot of fun with these calls. - What are you doing?
I need that.
Why?
You're wasting your time.
I already have a suspect.
And I, instead of sleeping, I should be a tempest today.
A storm. I should thunder.
I should cleave the black vault of the sky with a bolt of lightning.
I should knock trees down. I should spout with a billion heavy
drops onto the roofs of houses, onto deserted streets.
I should rip power lines by means of a madman with the wind.
I should frighten children and praying old yentas with a bang.
I should announce my strength with fury.
I should thunder! Pull down!
Knock down! Stun! Smash! This night was made for it.
Congratulations.
How much for the book?
35 zlotych.
- You said how much? - 35 zlotych.
- Give me 6 then. - Six...? Are you sure?
Local artists should be supported.
Thank you.
When you're done, maybe we could have a drink?
- Maybe some other time. Thank you. - One beer. It's on me.
- You're not my type, thanks... - I didn't mean...
I don't go for old pervs.
Your book reminded me of someone.
Ever heard of Mariusz Roszewski?
How long have you been writing?
All my life.
Congrats on the book again. Seriously.
- What do you want? - I didn't mean to scare you.
I didn't know of another way to get you to talk.
There are rumors that Amok is about Roszewski.
Who better to ask than the author?
- Who said that? - Anonymous informer.
Should I be worried?
First tell me your connection to the case.
He was found in the area where I grew up.
It was as if they dug up a body in my backyard.
I got into it, really into it. I was writing a novel at the time,
and I knew it would fit perfectly with my new story.
No thanks.
You can learn a lot from police if you know what questions to ask.
I know everything about that case.
Like who killed him?
That I don't know.
I'd like you...
to help me. Evidence is missing.
I don't know where to start.
I thought the two of us could put the bits and pieces together.
What's in it for me?
You help me catch a killer.
Not enough?
I can throw in more. Just name it.
Before the divorce, my wife said I was obsessed with the case.
She said I was a better cop than a writer.
I want her to read my book. I want her to hear about it on the radio.
Read about it in the papers, see it on television.
Fame and glory?
- Those are my conditions. - I can't promise you that.
But I'd like to try.
Jacek.
Krystian.
What's this? A book report?
I'm assigning chapters
You take number one, you take number two,
and so on going clockwise.
If I start in the middle how can I follow the story?
The plot is non-linear. According to what he told me,
he's using a cut up style, invented by William Burroughs.
What's a cut up style?
It means you can read the chapters in any order you like.
Like a collage. Or a scrapbook.
- It's post modern. - Post what?
Post modern. Didn't you go to high school?
I dropped out. And look where I ended up. Right next to you.
- Fuck you! - No, fuck you!
- Knock it off. - It's simple.
A couple of college kids go around Paris, drink, fuck and kill people.
If it's so simple why are we reading it?
I think he confesses to his crime in this book.
Is that all?
- Police headquarters. Hello, can I have the press department.
Press department. How can I help you?
I'm Pawel Stanis from the Wroclaw City Gazette,
I am writing a piece on police brutality
and I am particularly interested by inspector Jacek Sokolski.
Aren't we going to the police station?
No.
I know of a quiet place where we won't be disturbed.
I thought we were going to go over the evidence.
This is where you live?
It's a summer home for my family.
On sunny days we walk to the lake. It's only five minutes away.
- Where's the family? - Let's set up in here.
OK.
Let's start...
at the beginning.
May 16.
The day he disappears.
Someone calls Mariusz Roszewski from this public phone.
He leaves his office at Investors Architects.
At lunch, he tells his secretary he's leaving for an unplanned meeting.
From her testimony we know he was upset.
The car park employee sees him hurry into someone's car.
He's been never seen alive again.
May I?
He was an architect. A rich fucking guy probably.
Someone wanted his money and when he didn't give it to them
he took it to the back of the head. Bang.
Excuse me.
Hello?
Where the hell are you?
I can't talk now.
Are you near a computer? You need to see this.
- I don't have internet here. - I've been browsing dating websites.
I've found something at amor.pl.
Yeah, I'm on it too.
Interests: philosophy, scuba diving, underwater photography, literature.
- I thought you were married? - Anything else?
'I'm looking for a partner
who is not afraid to go to the darkest depths of love with me.' Sounds familiar?
In Amok, the book - he calls himself 'Chris'. He's Chris B7 all over the net.
Chris B7 on travel forums, dating sites, and underwater photography sites.
Chris B7. What if Chris is not only a character from Amok,
but his alter-ego too? Maybe he's the one we're after?
Have to go.
How about a short break?
I was experimenting with a simulacrum concept.
What?
Boudrillard.
Never heard of him.
Would you like to know the first time I ever saw a dead body?
Oh, yes, sure.
Go ahead.
I was 7.
- I was sitting in front of a TV. - TV doesn't count.
Boudrillard would not agree.
Did he see a dead body?
I did.
Let's consider our case. The police fish a body out of the river,
put it in a snuff bag and take it away. But everything seems unrealistic.
There should be more blood,
more lights, like in the movies.
You know what appeals to me?
The simulacra of dead bodies from my mom's favorite series.
The bodies I compare all others against.
That's what Boudrillard was trying to tell us...
What was that?
Poachers.
I won't eat meat. Not even fish.
Hunger. That will make you eat.
Starve for a couple of days,
you might just kill one of these damn things yourself.
Did you ever see the autopsy photos of Roszewski?
No.
Someone must have hated him a lot to do all that.
You don't need a motive to do this.
It's a painting, like Picasso.
Ever read De Quincy's On Murder Considered as One of the Fine Arts?
We read it at university.
What class was this?
Literary Theory.
Murder as art...
is the closest man will get to becoming Ubermensch.
What's that?
A superman. A man who transcends his guilt.
But the eye is always watching him.
Sorry, what?
When Cain killed his brother,
he committed the first murder and tried to hide from God.
First he builds towers to block the heavens.
But they're too low for him, so he decides to hide under the ground.
And now he's down there, hiding in the catacombs.
But the Eye can still see him.
Forever vigilant.
Forever open.
Bravo.
Wait!
Ever heard of 'The Police Handbook on Subduing and Arresting'?
Every inspector owns a copy.
Roszewski's killer knew police techniques.
Maybe that's why the case has remain unsolved. Think about it.
Somewhere on the streets is an Ubermensch, killing everything that moves.
A fucked up cop, who hopes to commit a perfect crime. Think about it.
Jesus!
- What's up? - Page 132...
You're scaring people.
The Police Handbook on Subduing and Arresting. I remember this.
This is good.
'Carefully knot the loop around the ankles until they are pulled taut.
The perpetrator should feel a slight discomfort.' The hell he should.
He told me about it. Where did he get it?
You can find everything on the internet. Or a second hand bookshop.
A book on how to subdue someone is for pros.
People are into weird shit. Maybe he wanted to try it on his girlfriend.
He specifically mentioned this book.
And he said the rope was the key to the case.
Why the rope?
He's leaving a trail. And I think he wants me to follow it.
It makes no sense. You're overworked.
He feels guilty.
He feels the eye of God on him.
'She approaches me, and I can't hide my swelling shame.
Her girlish face turns red.
She pulls up her dress and slides underneath me.
I would like to tell her that it is wrong, but I am just a goat.
My bleating has nothing to do with the human tongue.
She is shivering, but she clearly wants it.
So I enter her fleshy innocence with my penis, as red as rowan fruit,
as sharp as an old pig's tongue.' - Enough, for fuck sake...
I thought it was relevant.
It explains the cover.
Hi, guys. Sorry I'm late.
- You just missed the goat part. - Great.
Chris slaughters Mary, and sells the knife through an internet auction site.
- Allegro was the only option back then. - Have you found a 'Chris B7' there?
Not yet.
It might lead us to a possible murder weapon.
I'll search the auctions.
Anyone else?
- Coffee. - Thanks.
- I put your meeting off to 12. - Great. Thanks.
Jacek. I've read through it, it's not gonna work. It's pure shit.
Sounds like he wrote it using ten different prescription drugs.
- Did you find anything? - I've highlighted something here.
'By being silent I am buying a pair of white gloves.
I wear the white gloves as I go out into the streets of Paris.
I am smiling at people and I am calm and peaceful as never before.'
What the fuck?
He has blood on his hands. The white gloves protect him.
Maybe he wants us to go around Paris looking for two white gloves!
It's a metaphor.
Why don't find a book critic for this. Someone more competent than us.
What do we look like? Cops or some dead poets society?!
- Good luck, boys. - Good luck, oh captain my captain.
Bye.
'All these insects.
Crawling over me, flooded loose on me,
ants with droopy antennae in pink high heeled shoes that stab me,
and fluttering scarves that choke me.
I don't know where they come from.'
What do these leads tell us about our suspect?
He watched too many horror movies.
Be serious.
I don't know.
And this? It reminds you of anything?
No.
Looks like a wolf.
Now that you said it, I can see a wolf.
Just like with the clouds.
Once you get hooked on one you can't erase the image.
You said you hadn't seen these pictures before.
How did you know about a wolf mark under the left breast?
Did I say that?
When Chris kills Mary, he mentions a wolf-shaped birthmark
under her left breast
Maybe you see a wolf.
Others may see a cow, a goat, or a pig.
It may be a coincidence.
What is Chris's motive for killing Mary?
- Chris didn't need a motive. - Just a gap in the plot?
It's wit. Murderers get caught because of motive.
Can you...
...see any motive here?
Yes, I can.
Someone wanted to have good fun.
You look much better in those old family photos.
I don't get it.
Like a newly erected statue that hasn't been covered in birds' shit yet.
What happened to your daughter?
Your morbid fascinations are getting in the way of being polite.
I just wanted to keep up the conversation.
She died in a car crash. Drove off a bridge.
My wife insisted she come back home after spending the weekend with me.
My daughter told me she was tired, but I was too drunk to give her a ride.
I never got to see her again.
About that wolf mark.
You asked me...
because you think I killed him.
- All these meetings have been about me. - They're about solving the case.
What about my book?
- It was included in the evidence. - It doesn't make you a suspect.
Do you feel responsible for your daughter's death?
Excuse me?
Her story came out of you so easily.
Get out.
You feel responsible for killing her. That's what it's about.
Get out, scumbag!
Remember when Chris walked around Paris wearing white gloves?
I've taken mine off, see?! They're off.
They're off.
I confess. I'm the one who killed Roszewski.
- Why did you kill Roszewski? - When and in what circumstances?
Now what?
Are you going to wire me up and interrogate me?
I'll get some food and an affidavit for you to sign.
Remember, I don't eat meat.
How long do I have to stay in here?
They were waiting for him. They knew his name and what he'd done.
He must've called them himself.
If he doesn't sign a statement, you'll have no confession.
- We still have Amok. - Forget it.
It's like a written confession with his name on it.
A book is not enough. You'll have to let him go.
What a fucking weirdo!
Mr. Bala, how did you kill Roszewski?
Relax! One at a time.
He's a local writer getting extraordinary publicity,
please welcome Krystian Bala.
Thank you for inviting me.
It was my my dream to be introduced as a writer, and not as a murderer.
Thank you.
One may say I've invented a new genre.
A postmodern crime mystery.
It is a situation when the author gets accused of deeds
that have so far been nothing but fiction.
- You're saying you're innocent? - Of course.
We have a challenge all amateur detectives listening to us right now
Read Amok and try to figure out if he really did it.
'Pervert poetry.
Misogynistic.
Mindless and pornographic.
Delusional nonsense.
The writings of a paranoid schizophrenic.
A portrait of a psychopath as a young man.'
What do you make of these reviews?
My novel is not for the critics. They read books only once.
My novel is to be read multiple times.
In your book women are violated
and killed in vividly brutal ways.
Why this hate?
TODAY'S GUEST, KRYSTIAN BALA, A CONTROVERSIAL WRITER
I don't know, but I'm sure you could find a couple of girls out there who'd provide
a satisfactory answer to your question.
Mom!
What happened?
Miss Bala. Chris was punished for writing something mean about another girl.
- So mean that you didn't let him go home? - It was wildly inappropriate
and he needs to know it's not OK to harass other students.
Just tell me what he wrote.
'Fuck you, you stupid cunt'.
- Fuck. - Calm down. Not in front of the kid.
Did you see it?
It was on the back of his homework sheet.
- And you saw him write it? - No.
So why the fuck are you keeping him here?
- He's only 7 years old. - He admitted to it.
Get packed.
When I asked him if he did it, he burst into tears.
Good day.
Chris. Stop.
- Look at me. Where did you get this? - It's a present. From dad.
'To my first fans, Chris and Zosia. Love you forever, KB'
Does this mean dad's coming back?
As far as literature goes, it's hard to surprise me.
But I've never dealt with trash like this before.
Or this: 'Bala is a megalomaniac of no talent.'
Do you think I give a damn what critics think?
Correction: there is one critic I genuinely hate.
It is the inspector in charge of the investigation against me.
He's the most corrupt policeman in the city.
This Superman abducted me with a gang of masked thugs,
took me to the bank of the Oder in a van,
tied me up, put a gun to my head, and forced me to confess...
He's a special one.
...to the killing of Mr. Roszewski. In the place where his body was found.
This Superman is guilty of his daughter's death.
Jacek.
I need a word with you.
What the fuck is going on?
What is he talking about? Who did you hire to kidnap his ass?
He's lying.
He'll do anything for fame.
If he's such a liar give him a polygraph and end this shit.
- He makes you look like an asshole. - This was all part of his plan...
What's he planned?
Fame.
Glory.
Fucking wealth.
Everything that I promised him.
So I shouldn't take it?
You're innocent, of course you should.
The sales of the book are going up. The publishers want it translated.
- Imagine Amok in 40 languages? - What's your book got to do with it?
If I pass the polygraph, there'll be no doubt as to my innocence.
But a little doubt serves my book well.
WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE AMOK
I've always been into ugly women.
I'm not interested in blondies, Madonnas
or Barbie-style maidens with silicon tits.
Even at a young age,
when I began my masturbatory exploration,
in my mind I quimmed my ugly neighbors, not TV stars.
Later I realized that these of the second variety are more real,
more tactile, they are more alive. Not just because there are more of them,
or that the ugly ones want more of what they don't get.
By quimming such a common cunt I know
I am dealing with flesh and blood.
I love...
fucking the ugly.
A perfect cunt offers me nothing.
I might as well...
be fucking a dead fish.
Just a moment.
'Have you read Amok?' INSPECTOR JACEK SOKOLSKI.
Thank you.
He wants you to see him on TV. To read about him in the papers.
And more than that, he wants you to read his book.
- He saw Chris. - When?
A few days ago, in school. He violated his restraining order. Why is he not in jail?
When is it gonna end?
When he gets you back.
Or kills me. I don't know which is worse.
How many times have you read it?
Let's just say I'm his biggest fan.
'You will need her all the time, and generously call it love.
The greatest love.
But you will ruin her,
suck out of her the last sparks of life
and you will have an excuse.'
'You will poison her with your absurd love, and then you will also poison yourself.'
'Two disorganized lives.
You are the epitome of chaos.'
You asked me to read it but I won't.
I'd never ask you to. This book is pure evil.
Everyone should stay away from it.
When did I ask you?
What's this, then?
It's not my handwriting.
Where did you get it?
Jesus!
- You need to help me. - I have to get back to Chris.
One of the characters in the book is named Sonia.
She may be your simulacrum, which means...
I know what it means.
- Did he explain it to you? - Yes. When we were still together.
He said he couldn't get it published if he used our real names.
Did you read the original version?
May I help you?
- Mrs. Bala? - Yes.
Inspector Sokolski.
- May I? - Come in.
There's an inspector here to see us.
I don't have the strength for it today.
I'll put on tea.
Do it.
Made from the last of our sour cherries in the garden.
The crops have been poor this year though.
White gloves of silence...
Excuse me.
Come in, please.
I'm sorry.
- What are you doing? - Offering cookies for our guest.
- Not these. Take the ones from the pantry. - I don't think those are good anymore.
You're out of your mind, they're good.
I'm sorry.
You have cookies, you have vodka,
what more can we do for you?
I'm here to talk about Amok.
Cheers.
Have you read your son's book, Mr. Bala?
You've come to ask why he likes to write about murder and perversion?
He was writing about an intellectual in Paris. But you said it was boring.
Is it my fault he stepped into this shit?
He's doing well.
You call this doing well?
He may have Amok translated into other languages.
Beginner's luck.
Your son is going to be famous.
He told me 'Dad, the book is like an onion,
you need to peel it layer by layer in order to understand it.'
I said 'But what's with the violence, and the sex?
Can't you write something for me and your mother to read?'
So I read it again.
And a funny thing happened. I started to see new things.
I came back to him and I said 'I was wrong
to doubt you, this isn't so bad'.
He said 'But dad: no one wants to read it.
Everyone thinks it's trash.'
I asked 'What did Zosia think of it?
Did she like it?'
'No', he said. 'She never even read it.'
To hell with her. To hell with all of them.
I told him to publish it on his own. Someday someone will come along,
and they will read it and they will appreciate it.
I just didn't think it would be a cop from Wroclaw.
One more.
This is where he wrote it.
We kept what belonged to him.
Zosia took the rest.
Get up.
If he knew you sat there he would go mad.
Get up, please.
He must've been a good student.
He was born with a head for curiosity.
Always looking for problems that he might fix.
It works with computers.
Not so much with marriage.
Computers?
He could fix a broken computer, a telephone.
Make them work again, sell them for money.
Did he make a decent buck at it?
If the bid was high enough.
Why don't you pick up the fucking phone, Pawel!
Allegro! He used Allegro!
I'm begging you not now.
You picked a bad time, I had to get home. My kid's sick. What's up?
We can't waste time. Are you near a computer? Are you?
We didn't find Krystian on Allegro because he was using his father's account.
There's no way to access it. Allegro has a personal data protection policy.
Write this down. Log in:
Bala1956
Tremolo.
Check how far back the records go.
I'm coming.
The milk's almost ready.
The account was set up in 1998.
There's a lot, what am I looking for?
Focus on 2004.
- I have to go. - What else can you see?
Batteries,
computers, telephones. Tons of telephones.
'Behind the seven forests I leave the rope, cut off from Mary's neck.
I sell the Japanese knife at an online auction.'
I don't see a Japanese knife. I have to go.
This isn't a book.
I have a premonition...
I'll call you back...
Holy shit.
It's my house, slut.
Mine!
Mine.
Not yours.
- I didn't know you were squatting here. - I live there, cunt. I paid for it.
It's my house!
When you leave with that fuck toy,
don't forget to take our photos with you.
Calm down, Jack.
You don't get to tell me that.
It's my home too, I didn't know you'd be here.
You almost died tonight, bitch.
I almost killed you and... whoever the fuck he is.
- Who is he? - None of your business who he is.
You were that close to dying, cunt.
- I almost killed you. - What are you doing in Wroclaw?
- I thought you were in Warsaw. - I've come back.
When?
It's my house, Lydka.
Please, take your pictures and don't come back.
Don't come back.
I'm sorry. I really didn't know.
Stop living in the past. Do you hear me?
Stop thinking about it.
You can't blame yourself forever. You have the right to be happy.
Jacek? Hello?
ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE
Krystian...
I'll tell you something. Help yourself.
Krystian... you know what? You're the luckiest bastard in Poland.
- Which one? - Take the blue one.
Do you know what Police can do to you?
- Fuck you right in front of everyone. - You got the red one.
It's not here.
Take any.
That's what they did to my friend Robot. He got 25 years for possession with intent.
- Who? - My buddy Robot.
He went for trafficking.
Great, push it to me. I'd love to spend 25 years in jail.
I'll tell police he brought it!
Froggy...
What's up, kid?
I think she needs a doctor.
Hey!
What did she take?
I don't know. Mephedrone maybe.
I don't want her to die here.
- Wait until you get home. - Don't die.
What if she's really dead?
She's alive. She's shaking.
Listen to Krystian, he knows what a dead body looks like.
- He's really scared, Krystian. - Really.
- I know. - I really am.
Not of you, of the police.
Do you know what 25 years is?
Do you?
Somebody hugs you, loves you...
I know you.
- Where do you know me? - From TV. You're Krystian Bala.
I wasn't sure if it was you. But you're much more handsome in person.
Will you talk dirty to me like Chris?
Will you choke me?
I said choke me.
Like this?
Harder.
Like you want to kill me.
- Like a fucking whore? - Just like that.
Your cunt is the only pretty thing about you.
Hurt me.
Kill me.
What's wrong?
- Zosia. - What's wrong?
I'm sorry.
- Zosia? - I'm sorry.
- Hear that? - What?
Police! Open up!
Open up!
Police!
The police are here. They've come for me.
- Let's get the fuck out. - The window!
Move your ass!
Fuck that!
My buddy Robot went down for possession!
I can't go to prison.
- Fire escape! - Is there any way down?
- I've a fear of heights! - Where?
Fuck!
Where the fuck is it?!
Help me, please!
Jump!
I can't! Krystian.
- Where the fuck is the fire escape?! - I have a fucking fear of heights.
'The living being is only a species of the dead.'
- There he is! - Go ahead!
Do it, Krystian!
You're gonna be flying tonight!
Hi, I'm here to see attorney Grochowski? There he is.
I'll do it. The polygraph. I'll do it.
- What about Amok in 40 languages? - I've had enough. I want it to end.
I'm glad you changed your mind. I'll call them.
The anonymous caller was me too.
- What anonymous caller? - The anonymous tip. I informed on myself.
- That was you? - Yes it was me.
- Krystian... - Sales were low. I had to do something.
Who else knows it?
- Just you. - This can't get out. To anybody.
Maybe it would help if Sokolski knew.
You made Sokolski look like a fool. I'd like to keep it that way.
You're right.
Anything else I should know?
The kidnapping, the torture, that was all bullshit too.
Will you pass the polygraph?
There is a method.
While writing my book I came across some breathing techniques.
- That's the only way. - The only way is you tell the truth.
Theirs or mine?
Is your name Krystian Bala?
Yes.
Did you start writing Amok in 2004?
Yes.
Did you publish it at your own expense in 2006?
Yes.
Do you use the nickname 'Chris' on your blog?
Yes.
Is Chris your alter ego?
It's a simulacrum.
Yes or no.
Yes.
Is the character Sonia in Amok based on your ex-wife, Zosia Bala?
What?
Where the fuck are you? Bala's here for the polygraph.
- What? - He just finished.
Did he pass?
We're waiting for the results.
Keep him until I get there.
Keep him...
You don't sound excited.
We can't arrest him for selling a phone. We need him to fail that test.
I'll be there in no time.
Jesus...
Welcome. What the hell happened to you?
- Where's Bala? - What difference does it make?
- Did he pass? - Yes, he did.
He's a writer, a con artist. He wanted to make it big in the media.
So tell me why are you making it easy for him?
- I tried to tell him. - What?
Four days after Roszewski disappeared, Krystian sold a Nokia 3210.
- And? - We never found his Nokia.
He sells the phone on the internet. In Amok, it's the murder weapon.
You can't charge a man with murder for selling a phone. That's not a motive.
The judge won't allow it. They need a motive.
You read the book!
- He doesn't need a motive. - Relax, for fuck's sake.
The book? I don't give a shit about the book.
- It's bad. I know. - No.
It's useless!
It's a false lead.
- It's complicated. - What did you say.
It's complicated.
Remember when you told us it was simple? Piece of cake.
Where is he now?
He's being released.
And this little book club of yours is over, understand?!
- See the Oder river? - Yes.
- How far do you think it is? - It's close.
Let's find out.
Get the fuck off me.
Your lawyer argued that it would take several...
people to move one man.
But I'm doing it.
Slowly, but I'm managing.
Remember our deal?
I make you famous...
and you help me catch the killer?
Feeling like an Ubermensch? Are you?
That's how I'm feeling now.
You told everybody I kidnapped you! I tortured you!
Who's going to believe I did it twice?! You fucked it up.
Help!
She's still down there...
You have one new message.
He threatened me.
Can you come?
Please.
'The living being is only a species of the dead'.
It's a threat. People have been arrested for less.
Quoting Nietzsche is not enough, Zosia.
- Where did you get this knife? - In school, I needed it to cut sushi.
But I don't do it anymore. Chris doesn't like it.
Would you mind if I smoked?
No.
The ashtray is there.
I'm sorry I forgot to ask if you wanted something to drink.
I can get it.
There's wine in the refrigerator. And some ice in the freezer.
Don't bother.
Jesus, the glasses...
Let it melt.
I'll be right back. I'll get Chris his dinner.
Do you find me attractive?
Most older men do.
When they meet me at the bar,
they buy me drinks, and tell me how bad their wives are to them.
One of them told me everything about his wife,
and then asked me if he could call me.
I told him it was a bit inappropriate.
He laughed, took out a pen, and wrote down his number.
He asked me to call him at work, so we could go out together.
There's no name on the pen but I know who gave it to me.
Krystian might've thought...
He knew I liked older men.
He saw the pen, and assumed I was having an affair.
Jealousy?
So banal.
He probably imagined me fucking that guy in cheap hotels.
...for children to put them to sleep with the fairytale bullshit
I began to develop the plot of the rope
and to make it more interesting I tied a loop.
It took me two million years, during which I was able to think
of sixty thousand scenario for a crime.
The writer employs a literary device known as circumlocution
to render the reader guessing
and grasping for the actual meaning of his words.
But what is clear are the weapons... the knife, and the noose,
that Chris employs to kill Mary.
We also have a cell phone sold at an Internet auction.
Now let's examine Mary's murder.
We'll compare what we read to Mariusz Roszewski's autopsy photos.
Everyone please turn to page 34, paragraph 3.
Dear Krystian.
I hear you are at work on a second novel,
and that it will be published upon your release.
Many of your female fans want to marry you,
protest your imprisonment and fight for your appeal.
You are an international star.
Your second novel will be even more popular than the first.
I guess this was always your plan.
To lie dormant, incubating,
until the time you are hatched out as a best-selling novelist.
If true, it is not you doing time now,
it is me...
...forced to wait for your next book.
And when that day comes I will be free again and I will be the first to read it.
I will be your most loyal reader.
Your favorite writer once said:
'Gaze into the abyss long enough
and the abyss gazes back into you.'
But he never worked as police.
You know what I learned?
If you gaze into the abyss long enough,
your eyes will adjust.
THIS FILM WAS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS
Krystian Bala, author of the book Amok, is serving a 25 year prison sentence.
The Polish Supreme Court dismissed his appeal. The verdict is final.