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Her head was struck with

a blunt instrument, possibly hammer.

I think she was raped.

That's why I need to

question her urgently.

Impossible! She needs surgery!

That's why the bastard get away...

by the time they give someone

I can question!

Juhsz, bring that camera over here!

Maybe the bastard came on a motorbike...

Hey! Hey, you!

What are you doing here?

This is a closed crime scene!

I'm the supervising prosecutor,

Zoltn Szirmai.

I want to be

at all witness interviews.

All of them?

Even I'm not at all of them.

Maybe you're won't, but I will be.

- Why do want to be there?

- More eyes see more.

You?

- I'm a colleague, but I'll come back later.

- Wait, wait!

Come in, I'm done.

- Was she raped?

- No... She's got no bruises...

Is there a lover...

...a fianc... or enemy, or something?

Don't know of any...

Here...

it'll help...

You can believe me.

I believe you.

Here!

Well? I told you...

I need sharper blow-ups!

Then the negatives

need to be sent to town!

They've even sent word from Party HQ.

What an honour!

- You wouldn't have such a big mouth there!

- Not there.

How come no one in this town

has seen or heard anything?

This little town is deaf and blind,

but you were sent down here to bring light,

only it still hasn't arrived.

- I don't appreciate your jokes.

- It's not a joke.

It should be your job to catch him!

And put a guard on the girl's door!

Just say a word.

Tell me who hurt you.

You can do it.

Don't hold back.

You can talk, it's just the two of us.

Hey!

Hello! Hey!

God bless you, sweetheart!

No sorry, the Party.

Don't be scared.

Hey! Stay with me!

You hear me?!

Hey!

Hey!

Doctor! Someone!

Doctor!

Someone come!

You hear?!

Can you hear me, sweetheart?!

Hey! At least blink!

Don't doze off!

Hey, what are you doing?!

I brought her back.

Did you hear

the attacker's voice?

No.

What colour was his hair?

I don't remember,

I only saw him for a split second.

What was his build?

Like you, only... shorter...

Strong boned...

- His eyes?

- No idea.

But... he wore a hat... a black beret.

What are you doing?

We'll meet up later.

Hey, you! Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Hands down!

Grab his hands!

Agnes Koves claims that on October 12th,

at 10 pm, you attacked her and hit her.

Me?

No... no... no.

Had you had an argument?

I hadn't, she had.

She came to Martf for me,

I'd left her.

Then why did you run?

- The fish...

- What fish?

- We'd been poaching.

- Don't mess me about!

Really! And they're really

cracking down on it!

And that evening?

Well...

- I was with my fiance Vera.

- Will she back that up?

Sure! I proposed that day and...

that's why she slept with me.

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