Kobiety mafii (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Masz minute - full transcript
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STARRING
MUSIC / EDITOR
PRODUCTION MANAGER / CAMERAS
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER / SCRIPT
DIRECTOR
MAFIA WOMEN
PREVIOUSLY
You've pulled a slick trick with those
World Cup tickets.
We're impressed.
We'd give you a reward.
From a cop's dictionary.
- Do you know who a UCO is?
- Sure. An Undercover Police Officer.
Special operations are in the S.O.
department here.
I need operators who'll sink
into the criminal environment.
Who think outside the scheme. Who are
not afraid to risk and act in stress.
A full-fucking-time job.
You fucked our man.
- Is that a problem?
- What if it is?
Then you've got a fucking problem.
- And you're a punk yourself.
- Easy, easy, easy...
We're having fun today, right?
Today we are.
I'm going to powder my nose.
- And wash your hands.
- OK.
Powder my nose. What a fucking princess.
Thank you.
- For what?
- For protecting her from all this.
- I'm the father, right?
- You're a very good father.
- What the fuck is this?
- Don't fucking know?
Not in front of the kid!
Daddy!
Blood for blood.
EPISODE 2
This kebab's good.
You think it's a kebab?
A real kebab is with lamb meat.
Fuck. This is shit, not a kebab.
Fuck off, I'm losing my damn appetite.
That's our fucking nation.
Only a cow or a fucking chicken.
No fucking curiosity.
Yo, what's up?
Listen, I'm in Ursynow.
I've got pizza delivery.
Come over while it's still warm.
I'm coming.
What is it?
- He's with his fucking slut.
- Ostry?
- I'm gonna kill him on the spot.
- Use your head.
The prick doesn't fucking answer.
Easy.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck...
You don't have a piece?
- I've got a Jericho.
- New?
Fucking new but you never know.
It may jam, better have a replacement.
- What is it with you?
- I was taking a shower.
So move your fucking ass.
I need equipment, the coach is waiting.
Give me 20 minutes.
He'll make it.
Skip it, maybe.
We've decided, right?
Blood for blood.
"On the spot" is what worries me.
The place is cool. I've been there.
No cameras, empty staircase.
What about the back-out, phones?
What's fucking up?
Shit, I'm really sorry, but I left
the stuff in my car in Grochow.
I've got a girl there
and when she came to my house,
I left my car there for the night.
Mother fucker, one hour.
What a Mafia, fuck me!
Fuck it. Pull over to the station,
I need a cap.
It's got auto-tension, remember.
Nine millimetres a pair.
You think I've never had
a gun in my hand?
How do I look?
Don't be crazy.
It's gonna be cool.
You're fucking high.
It's gonna be cool.
Hey, where's the pizza?
- Still there.
- Was he nervous?
- Like shit.
- I'm gonna fucking calm him down.
Fuck, I'm sorry, but there's a damn
traffic jam.
It's Saturday, the whole town is stuck.
Promise to call?
I always fucking call, right?
Greetings from Zaba.
Shut your face, slut.
- Fucking done?
- Fucking done.
Don't touch me, I've fucking
got him all over.
We'll burn it.
Got the heater?
Grabus took it, he'll dump
it in the river.
- And the car?
- The car too.
Amen.
- What do you mean: it's not yours?
- What I mean: it's not mine!
- So whose is it?
- Not mine.
So who are you going down for?
- How's that?
- Like a quarter of a century.
- You know how long that is?
- A quarter. Fuck!
You won't screw any girls, Grabus.
Not one fuck.
I didn't kill anybody.
Did I say you did? Just say who?
I know nothing.
- What don't you know?
- I don't know who fucking did it.
You've five minutes.
- Who killed the two kids?
- What fucking kids?
Piotrus six years and
Martynka four years.
There were no kids there, man!
I'm fed up talking to you. They'll
get you in the cell anyway.
Fucking hell!
Police!
Police!
On the ground!
Sign it.
- I won't fucking screw up.
- You already did, Zywy's in jail.
Fuck it. It was a mistake.
You fucking set me up.
Fucking kids.
A body’s a body, someone’s gotta pay.
Zywy or you.
You've got no shit on us.
I deny my testimony.
Listen Grabus. You don't get it.
We've got a body, slugs in the body
and a gun from the slugs.
Your gun in your fucking car.
Besides, your friends know
you've screwed up.
You know what they'll do
when you get out.
So don't tell me we've got no shit.
You get a chance for Art. 60.
Limited state's evidence,
you'll be the friend of the police.
Life sentence or life in freedom.
I would screw up.
What do you say, Grabus?
Zywy was assigned 'D'.
He's not dangerous!
He should get 'M', like moron.
What got into you?
You run around town shooting
at each other
for a few barrels of speed
or some other shit?
Boss!
It's a Faraday cage.
Nothing gets in, nothing gets out.
Better than in a confessional.
No fucking sin gets through.
Tell me son about your sin.
I cursed...
lied...
drank alcohol.
Only I can hear you, tell me.
My last confession
was 20 years ago.
That's no sin.
You know what your sin is?
Anger and pride.
You got balls, but you've got them
instead of your brain.
You should've captured him.
- Zaba was our brother.
- As I said. Anger and pride.
- Honour, boss.
- Honour is part of the business.
Ostry was to be wiped out
but with a fucking business-plan!
OK, shit already hit the fan,
now we gotta clean it.
Grabus is dead meat.
Take it easy.
We've got time.
You know, that if you fuck up,
we all got a problem.
You know what kind?
Zywy will be the problem.
Zywy won't screw up.
I don't want to find out.
You're not a decent woman.
You shouldn't have married me.
You really don't see this?
Your mother left you,
now you leave your child?
Every decent woman...
No decent woman leaves her child.
Every man should earn for his child.
- I do.
- How much?
€2,000? You'll never earn that much.
Because it's Poland, not Ireland.
I'm a patriot.
I don't need to change citizenship.
I can be a policewoman in Ireland.
They'll be happy to hire me
with my experience.
You only think of yourself.
Maybe it's about time.
Tell that to your child.
Come here.
Mummy wants to tell you something.
Bartus.
I'm going away.
For long.
I'll miss you very much.
I know you'll miss me too,
but you're staying with dad
who loves you a lot.
I'll be back one day.
When?
I don't know.
Will you come and visit me?
Yes.
You'll fly on a plane.
Yes, because it's an island.
Will you bring me Mr Nosey?
Yes.
I'll take him with me and hug him
when I miss you.
Mummy! Mummy!
Instructions are in the file.
Who you are, what you do,
your whole new life.
You gotta learn it by heart.
Your old life doesn't exist.
Whoever mentions anything about
their old life drops fucking out.
These are our friends from the FBI.
They'll share their experience
and conduct a course for officers
working undercover.
Good luck.
You're fucking nuts.
I'm bailing out.
I'm a whore.
I'm a whore, I'm Hocus Pocus.
Shut up.
Bartek.
My son's Bartek.
My mother was a whore.
OK.
I screwed up.
Everyone screws up sooner or later.
You're among the latter.
What's all this for?
This was a vaccine.
What's the disease?
This figure will be your target.
Nickname Padrino.
A gangster from Mokotow.
The dude is smuggling drugs into
Scandinavia.
And we gotta make him stop.
- You want me to get close to him?
- To one of his men.
Can I choose?
Between the plague and cholera.
- Why're you so fucking happy?
- We hardly go out.
- You're always going out, you slut.
- But alone.
It's like a holiday to me, better than
Valentine's Day.
Look who's behind us.
Shit, the weather faggot?
Let's take a selfie.
- Fucking come on!
- Got it!
Fucking hell... please, go ahead.
Oh Justynka,
you look so nice!
Where's your Romeo?
I don't know.
Look who's here!
Where's Milimetr?
Fuck knows where.
Swallow!
What's up with Zywy?
He's alive.
Don't fuck with me, I'm not your wife.
Thank fucking God.
Where's my father?
- I haven't seen him.
- What is he fucking paying you for?
Want some lemon balm?
Fuck off.
To the boss!
What is it? Are you alright?
Get the fuck out.
Sorry boss but Futro is making a fuss.
Get the fuck out of my dad's birthday,
bitch!
Excuse me!
How could you? I'm your daughter!
Do you know how I feel?
Like shit! Do you care about
my feelings?
You want a star?
Here's your star but I won't
be supporting her.
- But what's the problem?
- This old slut!
I'm not old!
Who the fuck is this?
This is Mrs Kasia, a known singer.
A birthday present for you.
But I'm the present, not this fossil!
Either you calm her down, or I'll do it!
- OK, get the fuck out, slut.
- What?
Kick her out, give her some cash, shit!
Easy, honey, calm down.
You know I love your talent.
I would never hurt you.
Sing!
Sing, girl, sing! Beautiful!
You've got sperm on your trousers.
Did you snot in her ass?
I only love you.
Beautiful ladies, dear gentlemen!
Please welcome the hero of tonight!
One shot.
Fuck, you got him on TV each day.
Shoot the fucking telly.
Just once a week.
Did I say "hero"?
It's like saying nothing!
Meet the man, who devoted his whole life
to working for the good of others.
Today is his 55th birthday!
Mr Pawel Hyp!
Happy Birthday to you!
My moment will come in a second.
But now,
please watch my daughter.
Listen to her singing.
I tell you, she's fucking awesome.
My daughter. My greatest work.
Hey, what is this?
Erase that. If I find it online,
you're dead.
- Turn it off.
- Fuck off, Internal Security.
Hey, leave that!
This is some kind of a joke.
Full fee plus 20% on top.
But I did not even sing!
Silence is golden.
18 Sadowa Street.
How do you know?
My dearest friends.
Thank you for letting me
be here with you.
I hope that one day you'll show up
so numerously at my funeral.
Happy Birthday to you!
No, no...
I don't want to live that long, please.
Old age is God's failure,
but each of us...
doesn't matter, rich or poor,
will appear before the Lord.
That's why,
while we still can,
we should share what we have
with those,
who are unable.
Thank you for your generous gifts,
thank you for everything.
Ladies and gentlemen,
each gift, that our esteemed host
has received today,
shall be devoted to an auction.
All the proceeds from the auction
will go to
the patients of the St. Lazarus Hospice.
Plus a little bonus.
Everyone participating in our auction
shall receive a small gift.
A set of cosmetics.
Which you can rub in.
These cosmetics shall be on sale
very soon now.
So ladies and gents, let's enjoy life
and let's not forget those
who are currently...
parting with it.
Shush...
Do you hear that?
But what?
Exactly. Nothing.
Not a note can slip through.
What about Zywy?
The case is in two days and
the informant is still alive.
- It's cool.
- How?
We'll bring a broad to the can.
I'll take him off from the side.
Did you thread it?
His head will blow up in the cell
like that watermelon.
Look!
Are you taking the silencer?
The distance's too long.
- Wheels, plates, phones?
- Ready.
Zywy failed on details, remember.
Gloves, ski-hats...
I've even got them for your wife.
Did you convince her?
There's no convincing.
I'll ask her and she'll do it.
I don't want it.
You do.
Look at me when I'm talking.
- I won't do it.
- You will.
Ask one of your whores.
I don't believe them. You're lucky.
Fucking lucky?
You're with me. That's a lot of luck.
Stop laughing and looking at me.
You asked me to look.
I asked?
I never ask.
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me!
I love you.
I don't believe you.
I love you, fuck!
I love you too.
Good.
- Shit, dad, I fucking crashed!
- What did you say?
Nothing. It was the Monaco Rally.
Son, don't use such words.
Those are bad words.
- Fucking hell!
- Fuck, not in front of the kid!
- Klaudia's positive.
- I don't give a shit.
She was fucking in bulk and got HIV.
Fuck!
I told her if you wanna screw,
use a rubber and your head!
Fucking hell!
This is a tragedy, I must go
and save her!
Come on, leave that slut alone!
You didn't hear that!
- You'll stay with Maciek...
- I gotta go to work.
So what am I to do?
Call the babysitter.
Yes.
Honey? Your Mistress speaking.
Who were you afraid of
when you were small?
That little Robercik from kindergarten.
He had a cleft lip and looked ugly.
You remember that?
No, mummy told me. Go to sleep.
Mine doesn't tell me anything.
- And dad?
- We play on the console together.
Daria, come here.
Go to sleep.
Where is it?
- Who?
- Rolex.
- Who?
- My diamond watch!
- I don't know.
- Don't lie.
You stole it. Flip out your pockets.
In the back!
Shoo!
I just wanted to play.
Give it to me.
You fucking thief, you!
Get the fuck out of my house!
- Wanna stop fucking yelling?
- I'm not yelling!
Fuck..... you are!
You're yelling all your life.
I am not.
- You're fucking yelling your face!
- Get her outta my fucking house!
- Who's gonna be with the fucking kid?
- I don't give a fuck!
Fucking hell!
Here, take fucking 500 zl
and fuck off to my son!
To my son, shit!
Shove it up your ass!
I'll buy you eight fucking Rolexes!
Fuck!
Grabus was with her for two years.
They were to marry in September.
She even bought a dress.
She'll dye it black.
Does she resemble me?
Her voice is similar.
How do you know?
He cheated his wife with her.
- With a finger, it's not cheating.
- How much sugar did you use?
Sugar is for sissies, I poured her
waterglass.
- So, why is she still moving?
- Cool it, it's gonna be fine.
I'd prefer to whack her with a sap.
You surprise me each fucking day.
Why her? Grabus screwed up, not her.
- She keeps seeing him.
- Because it's fucking love.
You really have a sap?
I educate unruly drivers.
What the fuck are you doing?
Grabus's woman used to live here,
cos the windows face the jail.
- Remember everything?
- Rysiek, get the fuck over here.
Wrong. Rysiek, Rysiek. Twice.
Saying it once means a scam.
Rysiek, Rysiek, get the fuck over here.
Happy?
Don't be malicious.
Go ahead.
Rysiek.
- Rysiek, get the fuck over here.
- Fuck off.
Fuck, the cards say she's not coming.
Did I say something?
Fuck, don't you wanna know the future?
I don't give a shit about your future!
Rysiek!
Rysiek, get the fuck over here.
Oh fuck.
Beksa!
I'm here!
I love you, Rysiek!
Beksa, is that you?
I can't hear...
You fucking bastard, you!
Fuck! You're totally screwed up!
Hell, you fucking shithead!
I love you.
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EXECUTIVE PRODUCER
SCRIPT
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MUSIC
EDITOR
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STARRING
MUSIC / EDITOR
PRODUCTION MANAGER / CAMERAS
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER / SCRIPT
DIRECTOR
MAFIA WOMEN
PREVIOUSLY
You've pulled a slick trick with those
World Cup tickets.
We're impressed.
We'd give you a reward.
From a cop's dictionary.
- Do you know who a UCO is?
- Sure. An Undercover Police Officer.
Special operations are in the S.O.
department here.
I need operators who'll sink
into the criminal environment.
Who think outside the scheme. Who are
not afraid to risk and act in stress.
A full-fucking-time job.
You fucked our man.
- Is that a problem?
- What if it is?
Then you've got a fucking problem.
- And you're a punk yourself.
- Easy, easy, easy...
We're having fun today, right?
Today we are.
I'm going to powder my nose.
- And wash your hands.
- OK.
Powder my nose. What a fucking princess.
Thank you.
- For what?
- For protecting her from all this.
- I'm the father, right?
- You're a very good father.
- What the fuck is this?
- Don't fucking know?
Not in front of the kid!
Daddy!
Blood for blood.
EPISODE 2
This kebab's good.
You think it's a kebab?
A real kebab is with lamb meat.
Fuck. This is shit, not a kebab.
Fuck off, I'm losing my damn appetite.
That's our fucking nation.
Only a cow or a fucking chicken.
No fucking curiosity.
Yo, what's up?
Listen, I'm in Ursynow.
I've got pizza delivery.
Come over while it's still warm.
I'm coming.
What is it?
- He's with his fucking slut.
- Ostry?
- I'm gonna kill him on the spot.
- Use your head.
The prick doesn't fucking answer.
Easy.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck...
You don't have a piece?
- I've got a Jericho.
- New?
Fucking new but you never know.
It may jam, better have a replacement.
- What is it with you?
- I was taking a shower.
So move your fucking ass.
I need equipment, the coach is waiting.
Give me 20 minutes.
He'll make it.
Skip it, maybe.
We've decided, right?
Blood for blood.
"On the spot" is what worries me.
The place is cool. I've been there.
No cameras, empty staircase.
What about the back-out, phones?
What's fucking up?
Shit, I'm really sorry, but I left
the stuff in my car in Grochow.
I've got a girl there
and when she came to my house,
I left my car there for the night.
Mother fucker, one hour.
What a Mafia, fuck me!
Fuck it. Pull over to the station,
I need a cap.
It's got auto-tension, remember.
Nine millimetres a pair.
You think I've never had
a gun in my hand?
How do I look?
Don't be crazy.
It's gonna be cool.
You're fucking high.
It's gonna be cool.
Hey, where's the pizza?
- Still there.
- Was he nervous?
- Like shit.
- I'm gonna fucking calm him down.
Fuck, I'm sorry, but there's a damn
traffic jam.
It's Saturday, the whole town is stuck.
Promise to call?
I always fucking call, right?
Greetings from Zaba.
Shut your face, slut.
- Fucking done?
- Fucking done.
Don't touch me, I've fucking
got him all over.
We'll burn it.
Got the heater?
Grabus took it, he'll dump
it in the river.
- And the car?
- The car too.
Amen.
- What do you mean: it's not yours?
- What I mean: it's not mine!
- So whose is it?
- Not mine.
So who are you going down for?
- How's that?
- Like a quarter of a century.
- You know how long that is?
- A quarter. Fuck!
You won't screw any girls, Grabus.
Not one fuck.
I didn't kill anybody.
Did I say you did? Just say who?
I know nothing.
- What don't you know?
- I don't know who fucking did it.
You've five minutes.
- Who killed the two kids?
- What fucking kids?
Piotrus six years and
Martynka four years.
There were no kids there, man!
I'm fed up talking to you. They'll
get you in the cell anyway.
Fucking hell!
Police!
Police!
On the ground!
Sign it.
- I won't fucking screw up.
- You already did, Zywy's in jail.
Fuck it. It was a mistake.
You fucking set me up.
Fucking kids.
A body’s a body, someone’s gotta pay.
Zywy or you.
You've got no shit on us.
I deny my testimony.
Listen Grabus. You don't get it.
We've got a body, slugs in the body
and a gun from the slugs.
Your gun in your fucking car.
Besides, your friends know
you've screwed up.
You know what they'll do
when you get out.
So don't tell me we've got no shit.
You get a chance for Art. 60.
Limited state's evidence,
you'll be the friend of the police.
Life sentence or life in freedom.
I would screw up.
What do you say, Grabus?
Zywy was assigned 'D'.
He's not dangerous!
He should get 'M', like moron.
What got into you?
You run around town shooting
at each other
for a few barrels of speed
or some other shit?
Boss!
It's a Faraday cage.
Nothing gets in, nothing gets out.
Better than in a confessional.
No fucking sin gets through.
Tell me son about your sin.
I cursed...
lied...
drank alcohol.
Only I can hear you, tell me.
My last confession
was 20 years ago.
That's no sin.
You know what your sin is?
Anger and pride.
You got balls, but you've got them
instead of your brain.
You should've captured him.
- Zaba was our brother.
- As I said. Anger and pride.
- Honour, boss.
- Honour is part of the business.
Ostry was to be wiped out
but with a fucking business-plan!
OK, shit already hit the fan,
now we gotta clean it.
Grabus is dead meat.
Take it easy.
We've got time.
You know, that if you fuck up,
we all got a problem.
You know what kind?
Zywy will be the problem.
Zywy won't screw up.
I don't want to find out.
You're not a decent woman.
You shouldn't have married me.
You really don't see this?
Your mother left you,
now you leave your child?
Every decent woman...
No decent woman leaves her child.
Every man should earn for his child.
- I do.
- How much?
€2,000? You'll never earn that much.
Because it's Poland, not Ireland.
I'm a patriot.
I don't need to change citizenship.
I can be a policewoman in Ireland.
They'll be happy to hire me
with my experience.
You only think of yourself.
Maybe it's about time.
Tell that to your child.
Come here.
Mummy wants to tell you something.
Bartus.
I'm going away.
For long.
I'll miss you very much.
I know you'll miss me too,
but you're staying with dad
who loves you a lot.
I'll be back one day.
When?
I don't know.
Will you come and visit me?
Yes.
You'll fly on a plane.
Yes, because it's an island.
Will you bring me Mr Nosey?
Yes.
I'll take him with me and hug him
when I miss you.
Mummy! Mummy!
Instructions are in the file.
Who you are, what you do,
your whole new life.
You gotta learn it by heart.
Your old life doesn't exist.
Whoever mentions anything about
their old life drops fucking out.
These are our friends from the FBI.
They'll share their experience
and conduct a course for officers
working undercover.
Good luck.
You're fucking nuts.
I'm bailing out.
I'm a whore.
I'm a whore, I'm Hocus Pocus.
Shut up.
Bartek.
My son's Bartek.
My mother was a whore.
OK.
I screwed up.
Everyone screws up sooner or later.
You're among the latter.
What's all this for?
This was a vaccine.
What's the disease?
This figure will be your target.
Nickname Padrino.
A gangster from Mokotow.
The dude is smuggling drugs into
Scandinavia.
And we gotta make him stop.
- You want me to get close to him?
- To one of his men.
Can I choose?
Between the plague and cholera.
- Why're you so fucking happy?
- We hardly go out.
- You're always going out, you slut.
- But alone.
It's like a holiday to me, better than
Valentine's Day.
Look who's behind us.
Shit, the weather faggot?
Let's take a selfie.
- Fucking come on!
- Got it!
Fucking hell... please, go ahead.
Oh Justynka,
you look so nice!
Where's your Romeo?
I don't know.
Look who's here!
Where's Milimetr?
Fuck knows where.
Swallow!
What's up with Zywy?
He's alive.
Don't fuck with me, I'm not your wife.
Thank fucking God.
Where's my father?
- I haven't seen him.
- What is he fucking paying you for?
Want some lemon balm?
Fuck off.
To the boss!
What is it? Are you alright?
Get the fuck out.
Sorry boss but Futro is making a fuss.
Get the fuck out of my dad's birthday,
bitch!
Excuse me!
How could you? I'm your daughter!
Do you know how I feel?
Like shit! Do you care about
my feelings?
You want a star?
Here's your star but I won't
be supporting her.
- But what's the problem?
- This old slut!
I'm not old!
Who the fuck is this?
This is Mrs Kasia, a known singer.
A birthday present for you.
But I'm the present, not this fossil!
Either you calm her down, or I'll do it!
- OK, get the fuck out, slut.
- What?
Kick her out, give her some cash, shit!
Easy, honey, calm down.
You know I love your talent.
I would never hurt you.
Sing!
Sing, girl, sing! Beautiful!
You've got sperm on your trousers.
Did you snot in her ass?
I only love you.
Beautiful ladies, dear gentlemen!
Please welcome the hero of tonight!
One shot.
Fuck, you got him on TV each day.
Shoot the fucking telly.
Just once a week.
Did I say "hero"?
It's like saying nothing!
Meet the man, who devoted his whole life
to working for the good of others.
Today is his 55th birthday!
Mr Pawel Hyp!
Happy Birthday to you!
My moment will come in a second.
But now,
please watch my daughter.
Listen to her singing.
I tell you, she's fucking awesome.
My daughter. My greatest work.
Hey, what is this?
Erase that. If I find it online,
you're dead.
- Turn it off.
- Fuck off, Internal Security.
Hey, leave that!
This is some kind of a joke.
Full fee plus 20% on top.
But I did not even sing!
Silence is golden.
18 Sadowa Street.
How do you know?
My dearest friends.
Thank you for letting me
be here with you.
I hope that one day you'll show up
so numerously at my funeral.
Happy Birthday to you!
No, no...
I don't want to live that long, please.
Old age is God's failure,
but each of us...
doesn't matter, rich or poor,
will appear before the Lord.
That's why,
while we still can,
we should share what we have
with those,
who are unable.
Thank you for your generous gifts,
thank you for everything.
Ladies and gentlemen,
each gift, that our esteemed host
has received today,
shall be devoted to an auction.
All the proceeds from the auction
will go to
the patients of the St. Lazarus Hospice.
Plus a little bonus.
Everyone participating in our auction
shall receive a small gift.
A set of cosmetics.
Which you can rub in.
These cosmetics shall be on sale
very soon now.
So ladies and gents, let's enjoy life
and let's not forget those
who are currently...
parting with it.
Shush...
Do you hear that?
But what?
Exactly. Nothing.
Not a note can slip through.
What about Zywy?
The case is in two days and
the informant is still alive.
- It's cool.
- How?
We'll bring a broad to the can.
I'll take him off from the side.
Did you thread it?
His head will blow up in the cell
like that watermelon.
Look!
Are you taking the silencer?
The distance's too long.
- Wheels, plates, phones?
- Ready.
Zywy failed on details, remember.
Gloves, ski-hats...
I've even got them for your wife.
Did you convince her?
There's no convincing.
I'll ask her and she'll do it.
I don't want it.
You do.
Look at me when I'm talking.
- I won't do it.
- You will.
Ask one of your whores.
I don't believe them. You're lucky.
Fucking lucky?
You're with me. That's a lot of luck.
Stop laughing and looking at me.
You asked me to look.
I asked?
I never ask.
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me!
I love you.
I don't believe you.
I love you, fuck!
I love you too.
Good.
- Shit, dad, I fucking crashed!
- What did you say?
Nothing. It was the Monaco Rally.
Son, don't use such words.
Those are bad words.
- Fucking hell!
- Fuck, not in front of the kid!
- Klaudia's positive.
- I don't give a shit.
She was fucking in bulk and got HIV.
Fuck!
I told her if you wanna screw,
use a rubber and your head!
Fucking hell!
This is a tragedy, I must go
and save her!
Come on, leave that slut alone!
You didn't hear that!
- You'll stay with Maciek...
- I gotta go to work.
So what am I to do?
Call the babysitter.
Yes.
Honey? Your Mistress speaking.
Who were you afraid of
when you were small?
That little Robercik from kindergarten.
He had a cleft lip and looked ugly.
You remember that?
No, mummy told me. Go to sleep.
Mine doesn't tell me anything.
- And dad?
- We play on the console together.
Daria, come here.
Go to sleep.
Where is it?
- Who?
- Rolex.
- Who?
- My diamond watch!
- I don't know.
- Don't lie.
You stole it. Flip out your pockets.
In the back!
Shoo!
I just wanted to play.
Give it to me.
You fucking thief, you!
Get the fuck out of my house!
- Wanna stop fucking yelling?
- I'm not yelling!
Fuck..... you are!
You're yelling all your life.
I am not.
- You're fucking yelling your face!
- Get her outta my fucking house!
- Who's gonna be with the fucking kid?
- I don't give a fuck!
Fucking hell!
Here, take fucking 500 zl
and fuck off to my son!
To my son, shit!
Shove it up your ass!
I'll buy you eight fucking Rolexes!
Fuck!
Grabus was with her for two years.
They were to marry in September.
She even bought a dress.
She'll dye it black.
Does she resemble me?
Her voice is similar.
How do you know?
He cheated his wife with her.
- With a finger, it's not cheating.
- How much sugar did you use?
Sugar is for sissies, I poured her
waterglass.
- So, why is she still moving?
- Cool it, it's gonna be fine.
I'd prefer to whack her with a sap.
You surprise me each fucking day.
Why her? Grabus screwed up, not her.
- She keeps seeing him.
- Because it's fucking love.
You really have a sap?
I educate unruly drivers.
What the fuck are you doing?
Grabus's woman used to live here,
cos the windows face the jail.
- Remember everything?
- Rysiek, get the fuck over here.
Wrong. Rysiek, Rysiek. Twice.
Saying it once means a scam.
Rysiek, Rysiek, get the fuck over here.
Happy?
Don't be malicious.
Go ahead.
Rysiek.
- Rysiek, get the fuck over here.
- Fuck off.
Fuck, the cards say she's not coming.
Did I say something?
Fuck, don't you wanna know the future?
I don't give a shit about your future!
Rysiek!
Rysiek, get the fuck over here.
Oh fuck.
Beksa!
I'm here!
I love you, Rysiek!
Beksa, is that you?
I can't hear...
You fucking bastard, you!
Fuck! You're totally screwed up!
Hell, you fucking shithead!
I love you.
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