Women's Hell (2026) s01e03 Episode Script

1
[Little Girl by Andrea Litkei playing]
Little girl ♪
Little girl ♪
-[Stefan panting]
-[Ela moaning]
-What a cute little honey ♪
-Oh boy ♪
[Ela screams]
-[window shatters]
-[glass breaks]
[Ela moaning]
Amazing things that she could do ♪
Move it, Ela.
Since then my heart just won't behave ♪
She'd order me around the town ♪
She'd make my heart go up and down ♪
Amazing things she'd make me do ♪
And all I did was follow through ♪
I never saw a gal so small ♪
Give orders to a guy so tall ♪
She stole my heart, but let me guess ♪
-Doo-wah ♪
-The day that she would answer yes ♪
Yes, yes ♪
She isn't even five foot three ♪
Yet I'm convinced that she's for me ♪
Amazing things that one will do ♪
For a little girl of five foot two ♪
Little girl, little girl ♪
[gasps]
That little girl of five foot two ♪
Amazing things that she could do ♪
One kiss, and I became her slave ♪
She said my heart just won't behave ♪
WOMEN'S HELL
She'd order me around the town ♪
-[Helena] Good morning, ma'am.
-Helena, what are you doing here?
What about the procedure?
The doctor said
they don't perform it for older women--
What doctor?
Because Professor Voronoff assured me--
-Where was my husband when I needed him?
-They burned us down.
-The archives, too?
-You know how much this will cost me?
The French professor, the clinic.
If the professor had killed me,
then it would have been worth it?
Kochanowicz is in hospital.
Burned, but he'll make it.
Thank God. I'm glad no one was hurt.
And Miss Stalówna?
Has anyone seen Miss Stalówna today?
We must not let them murder
more unborn infants.
We can't allow their
CLINIC
OF WHOREDOM!!!
their evil-doing to go on.
Every single life is a precious blessing
from the Lord.
A gift that's sacred and untouchable.
Let us fight for those
who can't fight for themselves.
Fight for their right to live!
Come, ring the bell! Come forward!
[bell tolling]
THE VOICE OF THE UNBORN
-Abortion is a sin!
-Abortion is a sin!
-Abortion is a sin!
-Abortion is a sin!
-Abortion is a sin!
-Abortion is a sin!
-Abortion is a sin!
-Abortion is a sin!
-Abortion is a sin!
-Abortion is a sin!
[Hanna panting]
I want to report a crime.
-What's your name?
-Stalówna. Hanna.
I want to report [panting]
a rape, sir. I was assaulted.
I don't remember what he looked like.
He sedated me.
-Probably with ether.
-Probably?
[Hanna] Well, I passed out.
What's your marital status, ma'am?
I was ra
I was raped.
How is that relevant?
[Konieczny]
Look, I'm just following procedure, ma'am.
Uh
-I'm unmarried.
-[man] But you're not a maiden now.
Excuse him.
-How about we skip that in the minutes?
-Yes, sir.
[man clears throat]
[clears throat]
Did your alleged rapist happen to
deflower you during the rape?
-He didn't deflower me.
-[Janeczek] Get me those case reports.
[police officer] Yes, sir. Right away.
I wasn't a virgin.
The woman wasn't a virgin.
[man] "Wasn't a virgin."
I'm assuming he must have hit me.
I have bruises.
[Konieczny] Did you not fight him off
because he maybe threatened to kill you?
He sedated me. I don't remember.
I assume he gave me ether. I passed out.
[sniffles]
I remember, um, horses and animals
neighing nearby.
-You sure it wasn't a dream?
-[Konieczny] Mmm.
When, to whom, and in what words
did you first tell someone else
about the alleged rape?
[Janeczek] What was your relationship
with the alleged offender?
[sobbing]
[Konieczny]
Perhaps he was someone you knew.
-[Janeczek] Maybe even provoked him?
-[Konieczny] Perhaps you enjoyed it?
[sobbing]
[inaudible]
[Denar] "Then the Lord sent down
a rain of fire and sulfur from heaven,
upon the bastion of sin
that was Sodom and Gomorrah."
Compatriots.
Today our precious Warsaw
transformed into the Valley of Jordan
the scripture warned us of.
[Denar on radio] Having indulged
in the grievous sins of lust and desire,
the matrimonial magazine, Fortuna Amandi,
was likewise punished by eternal fire.
[distant rumbling]
That paper fosters decadence and decay.
Moral decay and lewd disgraceful acts.
If a wanton woman
willfully engages in a tryst,
can she truly be a victim of anything?
That's ridiculous.
[chuckles]
[knock at door]
The fire that rained down upon
this nest of depravity
serves as a memento mori
for those who willfully
and consistently promote immorality.
I pity those who would dare attempt
to lead our innocent children astray.
We will not allow it.
No respectable man
will allow that to happen.
[radio static]
They deserve to be burned down.
Bronka told me the latest gossip.
-Which would be what?
-It was a brothel. For perverts.
A business.
Men would pay to rape unsuspecting girls,
and they lined their pockets.
-You're sure of that?
-The whole city's saying it.
Wróblewska covers her tracks.
But she's a pimp.
Maybe now that they burned down,
this won't happen to other women.
Are you gonna leave?
Łabęda kicked me out.
The only person I had was Zuza.
Nothing here to keep me.
It's a letter from Pure-Hearted Jan.
I found it in her vanity, and thought
that maybe you could do something
about it.
Hi, Wladzio.
-Bruno?
-Yes.
Any new letters from a man
referring to himself as Pure-Hearted Jan?
No. Not that I've seen.
Have you heard the news?
Did something else happen?
Janeczek leaned on Kochanowicz.
Stefan was here last night with someone.
With our Ela.
[both chuckle]
Ela, your secretary?
But he's not responsible for the fire.
I bet it was Denar's doing.
Or someone attempting
to cover their tracks.
Please, let's not add
any more fuel to the fire, my love.
Maks, we need to protect these women.
Someone tore out and now set fire to
Pure-hearted Jan and Heckmann's files.
[scoffs] You should focus more
on us and our future
instead of playing detective.
I'll go check with Wladzio again.
-Mr. Cajmer?
-Yes.
Listen, from now on, I want all mail
to first go through me.
Yes, ma'am.
Excuse me, do you know
where Miss Stalówna lives?
-Hello.
-Hello.
[kids chattering, giggling]
I'm Helena Wróblewska's assistant.
Uh, Miss Stalówna didn't show up for work,
so I came to see
She came stumbling in at dawn.
Seems like her date didn't go well.
Come in, miss.
-[Grześ] Cesia, give it back.
-[Cesia] Give it back. It's mine.
-[Grześ] No, it's not.
-[Szczepanikowa] Mama's sleeping.
-Quiet down, you two.
-[Hanka] Cesia, don't make a fuss.
[Grześ] Mama, she took it from me.
-[Cesia] No, it was mine!
-[Grześ] Mine!
[sighs]
[Hanka sniffling]
[sighs]
I don't feel very good. I'm sorry.
I must have caught a bug or
[breath trembling] Or something.
And that's why
[cup rattling]
-What are you doing?
-How clumsy of me. Forgive me.
[breathing heavily]
[sobbing]
Is this some kind of joke?
What are you
-What are you doing?
-[sobbing] Oh, my God.
I can't breathe. I can't
[continues sobbing]
-[Cesia] Mama?
-[Ewa sighs]
Miss, what's wrong with her?
She'll be all right. Now, go have fun.
[gasping, sobbing]
Shh.
[woman 1] Brothel!
[woman 2] You set the fire on purpose?
Why are you trying to protect a pervert?
These rumors are all false, believe me.
The police will uncover the truth.
-[crowd clamoring]
-Tell us the truth.
We want our money back.
[grunts]
-This way.
-[woman 3] Come back here!
Tell us the truth!
-[clamoring continues]
-[whistle blowing]
Libelta Street.
I live on Sloneczna.
-I want the truth first.
-What truth would that be?
You offer up naive women
for men to purchase and play with?
-What are you talking about?
-[driver] So, where to?
-Sloneczna, now!
-Ignore her. Listen to me.
What? What is happening?
You're holding me hostage?
You prefer them or me?
Tell me what happened to my sister
and you're free to go.
[Helena] "Hoping to meet and share
sweet moments. Pure-Hearted Jan."
What are you implying?
That you covered it up
to protect your company.
-I wouldn't hurt other women.
-Hmm. How about your husband?
[Helena] Her handwriting?
She wrote down songs
for her burlesque shows.
"My dear mister,
your love for me brings me joy.
Beside you, I flower like a rose."
I'll take this to the office and check.
You think I'm untrustworthy?
Why would I give you my trust?
Well, for starters, I helped catch
the butcher who killed Zuzanna.
-I'm the one who helped set you free.
-You expect me to thank you?
-[scoffs]
-Oh, we're not quite finished.
-Well, I'm going home.
-I have nothing to thank you for.
I'm very sorry for all the pain
that you've been through.
What do you know about pain?
You don't know shit
about real life, rich girl.
And you must be all of 20?
For a woman to get an abortion,
it's 100 zlotys
if they want it done right.
That's illegal.
For a housemaid with six kids,
it's the only way.
But a hundred, well, that's way too much.
So she'll find someone
who will use animal tools for five.
Cheaper still,
soapy water injected into the womb.
Iodine, or a bicycle spoke.
So, tell me, where were you
when Zuzanna sought her abortion then?
[Fela] Emil?
You're right. We're finished here.
[clears throat]
[song playing]
[women laughing]
[woman 1 screaming]
[man] Hold her down.
Calm down.
[woman 2 laughing]
[Helena's mother] Darling,
do you remember? Andrzej Waltz.
Wlast.
Andrzej Wlast.
[both laugh]
I brought you Salvarsan
from a friend in medicine.
Was he handsome?
Mmm, well, he's certainly no Wlast.
-Well, who is?
-[both laugh]
Remember how we used to sing to his music?
Oh, perfectly.
What is this here?
Zizi's notebook? Is this for me?
[humming]
[Helena] I'm trying to find something
in those songs.
[Helena's mother] What, exactly?
[Helena] Not even sure myself.
Loda Halama.
[both] Mmm.
[Helena's mother] And this one?
I don't know it.
"My dear mister,
your love for me brings me joy."
"And beside you I flower like a rose."
[both] Mmm.
"How I bloom, stand taller.
Everything smells of lilac
and brings me home."
[both] Mmm. [giggling]
Why are you still here?
How are you feeling?
Where are the kids?
With Mrs. Szczepanik.
Hanka.
Where did you get this?
-You should go to the police.
-Please, just leave.
It's from Pure-Hearted Jan.
He did it all over again.
-He raped you, didn't he?
-"Again"?
[sighs]
Zuzanna Heckmann.
She died from a botched abortion.
She wrote to us that this individual--
So, why didn't you tell the authorities?
[scoffs]
Any idea who he was?
For God's sake, Hanka,
do you want him to walk free?
I went to the police
and told them about it.
I never saw him. He wore a mask.
And I'm pretty sure he drugged me.
I shouldn't have been there.
I brought this on myself.
I got dressed up and went alone
to go meet someone. A man I don't know.
[sighs]
So go back to your husband.
You're one of the lucky ones.
[jazz music playing]
[singing in Polish]
Thanks.
That's exactly what I said to him.
I've had enough of his behavior.
Pardon me.
Good evening.
-Oh, I'm sure.
-Doctor.
-A peace offering.
-No need to apologize.
I'll always have work for you.
Julek, meet
Emil Heckmann. The Cicero of physicians.
-Tuwim.
-Emil.
Oh, I know your name.
Thanks to your big clinic speech.
Oh, this speech,
did it resemble Tuwim's writing style?
More a poem where the author kindly,
yet firmly, tells the audience
to kiss his ass.
-But otherwise, yes, just the same.
-[all laughing]
-Well done.
-More firmly than kindly.
Uh-huh. [laughs]
[continues singing in Polish]
[coughs] I demand a refund.
Since the procedure wasn't even performed.
Well, I assumed you could
get your wife to agree to it.
[coughs] What, should I drug her
with ether and drag her to you?
The legal route is preferred.
Then
You want me to incapacitate her, Helena?
All you need to do is take her
to the women's asylum.
I know a good attorney.
If her condition gets worse. God forbid.
[in French] Me, I am like d'Artagnan.
[laughs]
-[in English] Stop, Róża. are you mad?
-[in French] Look!
-Ah.
-Ah.
[in English] Look who that brat
is rubbing elbows with.
If it weren't for him, it'd be done.
[Tadeusz] You see, they have no
real understanding of the issue at hand.
Mainly due to willful ignorance.
-[Julian] Tadziu?
-[Tadeusz] Huh?
[Róża chuckling]
[woman continues singing in Polish]
Where do you think you're going,
Mr. Heckmann?
Editor Wróblewski.
Time to call it a night, huh?
You got to my wife
and put those lies in her head.
-You better let go.
-I bid you good night.
Who the hell do you think you are,
you little bastard?
I think you should
probably test yourself for infertility
before putting your wife through
this nightmare, you hear me?
-You little punk.
-[both grunt]
[groans]
-No, no, no, no! [grunts]
-[grunts]
You and your Fortuna Amandi.
I hope you rot in a cell.
[yells, groans]
Maks.
-Maks, what happened?
-Ah!
-[yelps]
-[gasps]
-[whimpers]
-Who hurt you? Come on.
-[maid] Your hat.
-[Róża] Careful with your hand.
Christ. Take the poor thing upstairs.
-[Maks] Ow, ow.
-[maid] Let's go. Yeah. Okay.
-Ow.
-Whoa!
[Maks] I'm fine.
-I'm gonna sleep down here.
-[Róża] No, no, no.
You stay
and take care of your husband.
Go back to bed, and you fuck him.
You ride him so he remembers it,
and he'll worship you.
Any more words of wisdom?
Trust me, using what's between your legs
is the only real way to control him.
Because if you don't,
he'll be dominating you instead.
Mmm. I'll embroider that sentiment.
On a pillow.
Well, you should.
Or you'll end up in the madhouse
like your dear old mother.
[song playing on record]
[man singing in Polish on record]
[chuckles]
Maks.
-[Maks mumbling] Helena.
-Maks.
-Helena.
-[chuckles]
-Maks.
-Huh?
Come on, Maks. Let's go.
[Maks grunts]
-Come on. Come on.
-[mumbles]
-Yeah, give it to me.
-You want it?
-You want it?
-Yes.
[Helena panting]
-[Maks] You do?
-[Helena] Yeah.
-[Maks] I'll fucking show you.
-Show me. That's it.
[moaning]
-[Maks grunts] Hold on.
-Yeah.
[Maks moaning]
Maks.
Maks. Maks!
[grunts]
Maks! [groans]
Maks. [laughing]
Maks.
Maks.
Maks. [grunts]
[panting]
[Maks] Mmm.
[Maks] I love you.
I love
[sighs]
Now, hold still. [grunts]
You might feel some discomfort.
[grunts softly, winces]
[grunts]
I'm afraid it's a bit late
to try a form of birth control.
You're past the point of no return.
[gasping softly]
Why is it too late?
[indistinct chatter]
[sniffles]
[sobbing]
"I, Maksymilian Wróblewski,
Editor in Chief of Fortuna Amandi,
have never and will never be
a supporter of birth regulation."
Why don't I hear you typing?
"We published an article in our magazine
that represents solely
the author's viewpoints
to both spark conversation
and encourage freedom of speech."
You're a hypocrite.
"Our publication has never had
a political bent
or point of view, or agenda to be pushed.
Rumors about an alleged seducer
operating through our magazine
are just absurd fabrications. Thank you."
We shouldn't play defense with Denar.
Let's hit him where it hurts.
Great idea.
Attack the patriots
and the religious right.
Wiktor Denar curates his reputation.
His latest campaign
is helping children who are crippled.
[Helena] Just one?
Which means they probably use
the very prevention methods he condemns.
There will be no boy-style takedown.
I could run an article accusing Denar
of radical anti-Semitism.
That would be fueling his fire, Cajmer.
I've got a plan.
Fine. Let's pretend the state
actually operates as it should
and doesn't stick its head in the sand.
Are we talking about the Marshal?
[sighs]
The man's health and regime
are spiraling out of his control.
He's losing the public.
We have to back him.
We?
Yeah.
I'm attempting to use the crisis to freeze
loans for papers that are opposition.
The plan is to cut their financing
so they go under.
-Then we can scoop them up.
-And rebuild them.
As pro-government papers.
[chuckles]
Mmm.
We'll need to do more
than crush our opponents.
We can't just reach the elite.
We must speak to the common man.
[Bogumił] Hmm.
I agree.
-What's your plan?
-Fortuna Amandi.
[sighs]
That old matrimonial rag?
I'm afraid many women read it.
They lap that garbage up.
We have to steer them in a new direction.
Marriage,
procreation, and the traditional family.
We'll rebuild the Poland
I know we both dream of.
-Hmm?
-[chuckles]
[both laugh]
You're quite a character, Mr. Denar.
-[both laugh]
-Huh?
[Bogumił chuckles]
Good talk.
[Denar] Thank you.
Goodbye.
[camera shutter clicks]
My darling. I missed you!
[Denar] What are you doing? Let go of me.
Jewish piece of shit!
You filthy Jew! You'll pay for this!
Stop!
[panting]
-Hey.
-Are you crazy?
[panting]
God damn it.
Why were you
at the Conscious Motherhood Clinic?
Stalking me?
My suppliers saw you there.
That clinic is condom-marketing heaven.
[sighs] Too bad you don't use them.
Stay and finish the meal with me.
No, I'm not hungry.
-[grunts softly]
-[winces]
Don't embarrass me like that ever again.
Hmm.
[sighs]
-[grunts]
-[gasps]
Don't hit me. You're not allowed now.
[chuckles]
I'm pregnant.
[door closes]
[sighs]
[sighs]
-Wladzio, got anything for me?
-[Wladzio] Nothing today, sir.
[Maks] Who let you open the mail?
We won't let other women get preyed on.
We are bound to the confidentiality
of our clients
and that is how it will remain.
I have a letter from Pure-Hearted Jan.
The man used a typewriter.
Where did you get it?
He asked the Heckmann girl
to meet behind the circus.
-When did you see Emil Heckmann?
-Focus on our magazine, our child.
We don't have children, Helena.
There was another rape.
There are rumors.
[sighs]
Rapes happen, Helena, because men exist.
What can you do?
Two people go out, before you know it,
one thing leads to another.
So, rape isn't a big deal?
You're beginning to sound crazy.
I would be very careful.
I dare you to try and fucking stop me.
[Maks] Helena!
You're hysterical.
Every last letter better be
sealed and returned
to the mailing room right away,
or you'll be shipped off to an asylum
for the mentally ill.
Miss Stalówna, come to my office.
Is my husband in?
[Maks] I swear to God you better not
breathe a word of this to anyone.
[Hanka] Get off! Let me go!
[Maks] Keep your mouth shut
or you're fired!
[sobbing, sniffling]
Hanka. Hanka, wait.
I'm sorry. I don't feel well.
The boss let me leave early.
What happened in there?
Find that monster
before he hurts anyone else.
What are you talking about?
The way he hurt me.
[piano playing]
Maks, we should talk.
Can you be quiet?
I'm scared, Maks.
Scared of what?
I'm scared of you.
Who I'm becoming.
I I don't know
what to do about Stalówna.
I'll fire her.
Ewa's pregnant.
Get ready.
We're going to congratulate them.
[classical music playing]
Who who's calling me? [laughs]
[woman laughing]
Oh, I was going completely off my rocker.
Well, hello there.
You had me worried you wouldn't show.
Congratulations.
We're just delighted for you.
Thank you.
So, I guess
your product failed after all, huh?
[classical music continues playing]
All right. Follow me.
[Róża] Really? My goodness.
-[woman] Here's the beauty.
-[Róża squeals]
-[Helena] Evening.
-[Ludwik] Ewa.
Come, darling.
[Róża chuckling]
Brother, this is Ewa's
mother-in-law, remember?
And this is my daughter's favorite aunt.
[chuckles] Isn't she lovely?
[woman] Oh, yes. Uh-huh.
Ladies and gentlemen,
just a moment of your time.
My wife and I have something
to share with you,
for, you see, my darling Ewa and I
are expecting a little one.
[Róża cheers]
A son, hopefully.
[all applauding]
What's the matter with you?
-Music. Let's celebrate!
-I just need to lie down.
-Let's go.
-[Maks] What are you doing?
Please, it's the arsenic.
You need to call a doctor.
Darling, it's your day.
Let's not make a scene. Leave it to Mommy.
-Helena.
-[Ludwik] Come.
-I told you she needs treatment.
-Leave us. This is women's business.
Will you calm down?
Come on, sit down.
[classical music continues playing]
[blows]
What's this?
Shh. Oh, the usual.
Just stronger, my dear.
A tad more potent.
I'm going to share some with you.
Don't be afraid.
Hmm?
[exhales]
All done.
[music turns muffled]
Shh.
Mmm-hmm.
[moans softly]
[moans]
[neighs]
[playing piano]
Oh, come back here.
Come on. Stay put, would you?
Sugar?
-Yes.
-Hey.
I composed this piece for a woman,
and I need one to sing it.
-[Ludwik] You are a married woman.
-Do me the honors?
-[Ludwik] Come on. Give me a smile.
-[chuckling]
Mmm. I don't know how to, Maks. [laughs]
[Róża and Maks singing]
You're my dear mister ♪
Your love for me brings me joy ♪
Try again.
[Róża] My dear mister ♪
[Róża and Maks singing]
Your love for me brings me joy ♪
[Róża chuckles]
Sir, beside you ♪
I flower like a rose ♪
[both chuckle]
[upbeat Polish song playing]
[Helena] Amen.