Kobiety mafii (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Episode #2.1 - full transcript
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Hi, what do you want?
What's with her?
With who?
The new nanny.
She wasn't good enough.
Let's go buy a quad, huh?
You should talk to your
child, not give him presents.
Talk about what?
A nanny I had to fuck up
'cause you let her track me?
- Show him what's life about.
- Fuck you.
Did she have a
child or a family?
- Why do you ask?
- I don't know.
Maybe someone would
like to say goodbye.
Oh, oh...
Fuck! Have some decency!
Now the left one. On
the other side. Great.
Good, this leg over here...
Very good.
- Rafał Bednarski, Izabela's husband?
- Yes. What's the matter?
- What is this?
- My condolences.
"Ketling rushed forward, not
waiting for the soldiers.
The walls shook and a loud
bang was heard all around.
Crenels, walls, horses, guns,
the dead and the living,
masses of land,
everything was in flames,
all mixed up, all in one mass.
It was all blown to bits."
Fuckaboom.
"Such was the end of
Wołodyjowski, Hector of Kamieniec,
the finest soldier
of the Commonwealth."
What's a Hector?
He was an ancient
warrior. A very brave one.
- Like my dad.
- Like your dad.
- You're not gonna die, right?
- No.
- Promise?
- Promise.
What kind of stupid
idea is this?
I only have you now.
Same with me.
- Give it back.
- Get lost, Barbie!
- It's my son!
- And my boyfriend.
Give it back!
He's hungry for my pussy.
You whore.
Leave her alone.
Shut up! Shut your face!
Enough?
I can't hear you.
Enough.
You're a troublemaker, Ann.
It's that old bitch.
Watch your language.
Behave yourself.
Fuck me... Pardon,
for fuck's sake.
I've spoken with the jailer.
Not a single prisoner
knows of any harassment.
They're afraid! I'll
issue a complaint.
Ann... Let's remain civil.
No-fault divorce. We'll
move you to another cell.
Can I choose one?
I know... It's not a spa resort.
A Muay Thai mistress
is incarcerated here.
But she's as gentle as a lamb.
Muay Thai? What
country is it from?
Hi, I'm Anna.
Hey.
Hallo?
- I'm Batman.
- Why did you slap me?
Don't interrupt my practice.
But why in the face? Fuck.
From the frying
pan into the fire.
All right.
Regardless, I suggest
we get acquainted.
Tell me about yourself.
How did you end up here?
I fell in love with Dariusz.
We were supposed to get
married. It was true love.
I smuggled cocaine so
we could afford a flat.
Five kilos.
Just like me! Like me!
I was arrested at the airport
and sentenced to three years.
If he loves me,
he'll wait, right?
Come on, he's not the only
Dariusz on the planet.
You know... A man is like a bus.
You can always
take the next one.
But why Batman?
That's what Daruś called me.
He said I've got pretty ears.
Batman had nice ones too.
Hello, Barbie. Missed me?
Fuck off.
How's your son?
Got any new photos?
- I got tired of the old one.
- Some day I'll fucking kill you!
Go ahead, you rat, go on!
Why are you staring, you pest?
Your new lackey?
Lick her cooch!
You'll get more zits.
Why didn't you fuck her up?
- It's none of my leg's business.
- My legs don't know how to fight!
- Do they want to know?
- Shit... For sure!
Know what Muay Thai means?
Bash and get it over with?
The art of eight limbs.
Here, here, here and here.
Your eight arguments.
Your body and your weapon.
- That's what I thought.
- What?
My body, my weapon.
Tits. Ass. Legs. You know.
Tits are your weak point.
Ouch!
Fight your weaknesses
rather than me.
It's not gonna work. Fuck.
Lift 'em up.
I never carry my bags.
Run!
I don't know how to
run on flat ground!
Hurry up, go.
Faster, for fuck's sake!
Faster, run!
Go, go!
Look after your soul.
Strength comes from harmony.
I'm the best, I'm the man.
Now it's time for a
stretching routine.
Spread your legs.
I'm damn good at that!
Ta-dah!
Weak point.
Strong point.
Ostrowska! You've got mail.
Thank you.
- Bad news?
- No. It's not from my son.
"Greetings from
Morocco, Chopper."
From a friend. Am I supposed
to be fucking jealous?
Nice views.
MOROCCO
Hold on.
One Margarita and one Ayran.
We're here.
At her place. I got the money.
Six thousand bucks.
What do you mean,
split it in four?
No way, man, half is mine.
Half is mine, do you hear me?!
The whore and the
money are mine.
Son of a bitch!
Strong.
Grab her! Go!
Get her!
- She won't be any good!
- Let go.
Kurwa!
She has to know the rules.
I am the master here!
Give me the money!
Pass the bag.
Half is mine, understand?
She's worth much more.
Hey! Surprise!
What is he doing here?
Get lost!
Can you do it? Yes,
you can! Congrats!
You're no match for me anymore.
Race with yourself.
Set the new lap record.
- Again?
- Maciek!
The hardest part is to keep
winning. Any fool can get lucky.
Three, two...
Why are you here?
I didn't want to use the
phone. The Colombians are in.
Good.
Faster, boys. Move it.
No time to waste. Go!
Missed me?
No.
- Oh! Looks like you lied.
- No, he's always like that, my dear.
Let's discuss it in our room.
No.
First comes first.
I'm waiting for the
right moment, my dear.
This is the best moment.
Those Poles want coke and
we'll give it to them.
It's for the bosses to
decide, don't you think?
We've agreed that you'll
try to convince them, right?
Pour me one.
You'll meet with them
and make an offer.
It's only a thousand fucking
kilos. Not much for them.
They kill for less than that.
But you don't want to rob them.
Just ask for a commission.
No one loses. Everyone
wins. Mostly us.
It's an ideal moment for a step forward.
For progress. So what will you do?
Nothing?
No one else is
gonna do it for you.
You're tough.
You'll handle it.
All right, I'll talk to them.
- We're in this together.
- As always.
How's the posta, Javier?
It's delicious.
It's shit.
It's not posta. It's shit.
A piece of fish, bananas,
some sauce, some rice.
How dare they call it posta.
My mother used to spend
hours in the kitchen.
Her posta was a mix
of flavors and aromas.
A true symphony.
Is your mother
still alive, Javier?
No. She passed away.
It's a pity.
In that case,
do you swear on your life we'll
make a deal with the Poles?
On my life. You have my word.
Your life has no
fucking use to me.
It's no good for posta.
I'll cut your balls off, Javier.
And feed your woman with them.
Then I'll fuck her.
They will too.
So will my dog and my cat.
Even my cat's fleas will
fuck her. Is that clear?
Of course, Roberto.
You trust the Poles that much?
One hundred percent.
Besides we'll use
one as a hostage.
Trust me.
Why do I have to go there?
Fucking because.
They set the rules.
If something goes wrong, the
Colombians will seek revenge.
You're my right hand.
It sucks.
I'd rather not get involved.
Listen.
Life is like the Orient Express.
Either you get in, or
stay out like a pussy.
Everyone can make speed now. All
you need is a chemist and a kitchen.
Mary Jane will grow anywhere, all you need
is light. You can make heroin in a bath.
But cocaine, Kacper...
It's the top league.
A gram of quality
coke costs 400 zloty.
That same gram in
South America...
four zloty. Do you get me?
A hundred times cheaper.
Fuck!
I don't wanna go
there. It's far away.
Not my fault that coca
grows in the tropical zone.
I prefer Poland.
I was born here.
And you will die here!
I'm fucking sure of that!
You'll get your share.
What fucking leave? It's
not a government job.
I don't feel well. Fuck.
Why didn't you just say so?
You mean a woman's thing?
No, I got fucking
hypertension. From stress.
I'm going to a camp.
No phone, no laptop, a
thousand calories a day.
Meditation, exercise,
such bullshit.
What about the kid?
He's coming with me.
I can look after
him, get some rest.
No, no.
There's a pool there.
He likes to swim.
Chill out.
The load is on the way.
Four tons, a BMW,
it's all set up.
All right. Fine.
One week?
Will you miss me?
A thousand calories?
Aren't you too skinny?
Fuck. You're so nice.
I need surveillance.
ASAP. Two people.
The girl and the kid.
They don't have to follow us step
by step. We'll be a laughing stock.
They do.
They'll guard you when I leave.
Do you have to go?
I'm going there so we can stop
worrying about money, all right?
But when I get back, we'll
go somewhere tropical,
buy a small house with a pool
and swim for the rest of
our lives. Sound good?
Won't you have to go to work?
No.
And we'll be free!
They've landed. Of course.
Should've worn shorts.
My balls are sweating.
You're not on holiday.
Please step in.
Where's the air conditioning?
They have a world famous
museum of gold here.
Plan on taking something?
Yeah. A swing at you.
You'll get a treat.
You'll be pleased.
A local prostitute?
So glad you're here.
These cigars, Kacper,
are the best. Cuban.
Very good.
And very expensive. Try one.
Thank you.
- Sniff it.
- Can I finish my cigar first?
Sniff it, it's our stuff.
Feels very painful in the nose.
- Smile.
- Why?
Fucking smile, or
I'll fuck you up.
- What is it?
- They have a kid.
I see.
What a fine boy.
Kacper. Good job!
- You've put your dick to good use.
- Don't be disgusting.
- Soon I'll make you pregnant, my dear.
- Enough, back to business.
Fuck business!
Kiss me.
Why?
Shut the fuck up
and do as I say.
Act like we're in love or
they'll fucking kill us.
Understood.
- They think they're funny.
- Oh, yeah? We'll see about that.
Magnum 44. Understand?
I knew it.
Looks like I have
to blow you, Kacper.
If you're too high on coke to get
a boner, I'll fucking kill you.
Do you realize how
embarrassing this is for me?
Tell him go.
Go to the house, she
feels uncomfortable.
- No way, I wanna watch.
- Scram.
Give me the gun.
It's unfair.
Cheers!
I've got a task for you.
A fucking big one. Very big.
- What's the surprise? Please tell me.
- You'll see.
This.
- A ship.
- You've bought it?!
No, come on. I'm gonna
trade coffee now.
Something's wrong.
It's the cops.
Fuck.
- Take the kid to the car.
- I wanna stay with you.
Come on.
Sorry, muchachos, gotta
answer, verstechen?
I can't take it no more.
They are too civilized,
only theaters and museums.
Shut up and listen.
- Are you alone?
- Alone?
They follow me all day.
Act like everything's
fine. Smile.
Let them think it's all right.
They stole the whole load.
I'm scared as hell.
Smile and keep your head up.
I'll negotiate your release.
Speak!
Son of a bitch! He's
tougher than a rock.
We need an interpreter.
He doesn't know anything.
Then who does, my dear?
- Daria.
- Daria?
Are you suggesting
we go to Poland?
With no money? No coke?
Give me that! Shit!
I've had fucking enough of you!
See this?
I'll shove it up your ass! Rip
your guts till I reach the brain!
Then I'll poke your eyes out.
Huh, you fucking Polack?
You can't crack a Polack.
What did he say?
Is he insulting me?
Was that an insult?
You've got some nerve,
you fuck. I'll show you!
I'll tell you.
Fuck me!
Fuck! Why the fuck did you do
that? What the fuck just happened?
It's a waste of time. Cut
this fucker's head off.
Shit, bunny...
He was just about to talk.
We're off to Puerto Lopez.
Then by boat to Aruba.
It's Dutch territory. We can go
anywhere from there. Move it!
Hey!
I can explain everything.
Please... It's not my fault.
I know where the load is...
No! Drop the gun!
Drop it or he'll take a bullet!
Do it.
I love you very much, bunny.
Your papers, miss?
I'm on my way to a funeral.
I left my wallet at home.
And...
She's armed!
Hey, get lost!
Listen, I'll get in
trouble for this.
I'll pay well, Jose.
What use is money after death.
You'd rather a bullet?
OK.
I'll give you a boat.
Head northeast to
get to the island.
How long will it take?
On this boat and with
a speed of 16 knots?
You'll get to Aruba
in five to six hours.
Here. Arepas with cheese. Freshly
made. Eat them on the way.
Thank you.
You know Javier was a good man.
May the Lord guide her and protect
her, may the Holy Mother...
Give me the phone.
Holy Mother sees all
things, Jose. Us too.
Give me this goddamn phone.
She's still very young.
Being old sucks.
Subtitle translation
by Igor Kaźmierczak
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Hi, what do you want?
What's with her?
With who?
The new nanny.
She wasn't good enough.
Let's go buy a quad, huh?
You should talk to your
child, not give him presents.
Talk about what?
A nanny I had to fuck up
'cause you let her track me?
- Show him what's life about.
- Fuck you.
Did she have a
child or a family?
- Why do you ask?
- I don't know.
Maybe someone would
like to say goodbye.
Oh, oh...
Fuck! Have some decency!
Now the left one. On
the other side. Great.
Good, this leg over here...
Very good.
- Rafał Bednarski, Izabela's husband?
- Yes. What's the matter?
- What is this?
- My condolences.
"Ketling rushed forward, not
waiting for the soldiers.
The walls shook and a loud
bang was heard all around.
Crenels, walls, horses, guns,
the dead and the living,
masses of land,
everything was in flames,
all mixed up, all in one mass.
It was all blown to bits."
Fuckaboom.
"Such was the end of
Wołodyjowski, Hector of Kamieniec,
the finest soldier
of the Commonwealth."
What's a Hector?
He was an ancient
warrior. A very brave one.
- Like my dad.
- Like your dad.
- You're not gonna die, right?
- No.
- Promise?
- Promise.
What kind of stupid
idea is this?
I only have you now.
Same with me.
- Give it back.
- Get lost, Barbie!
- It's my son!
- And my boyfriend.
Give it back!
He's hungry for my pussy.
You whore.
Leave her alone.
Shut up! Shut your face!
Enough?
I can't hear you.
Enough.
You're a troublemaker, Ann.
It's that old bitch.
Watch your language.
Behave yourself.
Fuck me... Pardon,
for fuck's sake.
I've spoken with the jailer.
Not a single prisoner
knows of any harassment.
They're afraid! I'll
issue a complaint.
Ann... Let's remain civil.
No-fault divorce. We'll
move you to another cell.
Can I choose one?
I know... It's not a spa resort.
A Muay Thai mistress
is incarcerated here.
But she's as gentle as a lamb.
Muay Thai? What
country is it from?
Hi, I'm Anna.
Hey.
Hallo?
- I'm Batman.
- Why did you slap me?
Don't interrupt my practice.
But why in the face? Fuck.
From the frying
pan into the fire.
All right.
Regardless, I suggest
we get acquainted.
Tell me about yourself.
How did you end up here?
I fell in love with Dariusz.
We were supposed to get
married. It was true love.
I smuggled cocaine so
we could afford a flat.
Five kilos.
Just like me! Like me!
I was arrested at the airport
and sentenced to three years.
If he loves me,
he'll wait, right?
Come on, he's not the only
Dariusz on the planet.
You know... A man is like a bus.
You can always
take the next one.
But why Batman?
That's what Daruś called me.
He said I've got pretty ears.
Batman had nice ones too.
Hello, Barbie. Missed me?
Fuck off.
How's your son?
Got any new photos?
- I got tired of the old one.
- Some day I'll fucking kill you!
Go ahead, you rat, go on!
Why are you staring, you pest?
Your new lackey?
Lick her cooch!
You'll get more zits.
Why didn't you fuck her up?
- It's none of my leg's business.
- My legs don't know how to fight!
- Do they want to know?
- Shit... For sure!
Know what Muay Thai means?
Bash and get it over with?
The art of eight limbs.
Here, here, here and here.
Your eight arguments.
Your body and your weapon.
- That's what I thought.
- What?
My body, my weapon.
Tits. Ass. Legs. You know.
Tits are your weak point.
Ouch!
Fight your weaknesses
rather than me.
It's not gonna work. Fuck.
Lift 'em up.
I never carry my bags.
Run!
I don't know how to
run on flat ground!
Hurry up, go.
Faster, for fuck's sake!
Faster, run!
Go, go!
Look after your soul.
Strength comes from harmony.
I'm the best, I'm the man.
Now it's time for a
stretching routine.
Spread your legs.
I'm damn good at that!
Ta-dah!
Weak point.
Strong point.
Ostrowska! You've got mail.
Thank you.
- Bad news?
- No. It's not from my son.
"Greetings from
Morocco, Chopper."
From a friend. Am I supposed
to be fucking jealous?
Nice views.
MOROCCO
Hold on.
One Margarita and one Ayran.
We're here.
At her place. I got the money.
Six thousand bucks.
What do you mean,
split it in four?
No way, man, half is mine.
Half is mine, do you hear me?!
The whore and the
money are mine.
Son of a bitch!
Strong.
Grab her! Go!
Get her!
- She won't be any good!
- Let go.
Kurwa!
She has to know the rules.
I am the master here!
Give me the money!
Pass the bag.
Half is mine, understand?
She's worth much more.
Hey! Surprise!
What is he doing here?
Get lost!
Can you do it? Yes,
you can! Congrats!
You're no match for me anymore.
Race with yourself.
Set the new lap record.
- Again?
- Maciek!
The hardest part is to keep
winning. Any fool can get lucky.
Three, two...
Why are you here?
I didn't want to use the
phone. The Colombians are in.
Good.
Faster, boys. Move it.
No time to waste. Go!
Missed me?
No.
- Oh! Looks like you lied.
- No, he's always like that, my dear.
Let's discuss it in our room.
No.
First comes first.
I'm waiting for the
right moment, my dear.
This is the best moment.
Those Poles want coke and
we'll give it to them.
It's for the bosses to
decide, don't you think?
We've agreed that you'll
try to convince them, right?
Pour me one.
You'll meet with them
and make an offer.
It's only a thousand fucking
kilos. Not much for them.
They kill for less than that.
But you don't want to rob them.
Just ask for a commission.
No one loses. Everyone
wins. Mostly us.
It's an ideal moment for a step forward.
For progress. So what will you do?
Nothing?
No one else is
gonna do it for you.
You're tough.
You'll handle it.
All right, I'll talk to them.
- We're in this together.
- As always.
How's the posta, Javier?
It's delicious.
It's shit.
It's not posta. It's shit.
A piece of fish, bananas,
some sauce, some rice.
How dare they call it posta.
My mother used to spend
hours in the kitchen.
Her posta was a mix
of flavors and aromas.
A true symphony.
Is your mother
still alive, Javier?
No. She passed away.
It's a pity.
In that case,
do you swear on your life we'll
make a deal with the Poles?
On my life. You have my word.
Your life has no
fucking use to me.
It's no good for posta.
I'll cut your balls off, Javier.
And feed your woman with them.
Then I'll fuck her.
They will too.
So will my dog and my cat.
Even my cat's fleas will
fuck her. Is that clear?
Of course, Roberto.
You trust the Poles that much?
One hundred percent.
Besides we'll use
one as a hostage.
Trust me.
Why do I have to go there?
Fucking because.
They set the rules.
If something goes wrong, the
Colombians will seek revenge.
You're my right hand.
It sucks.
I'd rather not get involved.
Listen.
Life is like the Orient Express.
Either you get in, or
stay out like a pussy.
Everyone can make speed now. All
you need is a chemist and a kitchen.
Mary Jane will grow anywhere, all you need
is light. You can make heroin in a bath.
But cocaine, Kacper...
It's the top league.
A gram of quality
coke costs 400 zloty.
That same gram in
South America...
four zloty. Do you get me?
A hundred times cheaper.
Fuck!
I don't wanna go
there. It's far away.
Not my fault that coca
grows in the tropical zone.
I prefer Poland.
I was born here.
And you will die here!
I'm fucking sure of that!
You'll get your share.
What fucking leave? It's
not a government job.
I don't feel well. Fuck.
Why didn't you just say so?
You mean a woman's thing?
No, I got fucking
hypertension. From stress.
I'm going to a camp.
No phone, no laptop, a
thousand calories a day.
Meditation, exercise,
such bullshit.
What about the kid?
He's coming with me.
I can look after
him, get some rest.
No, no.
There's a pool there.
He likes to swim.
Chill out.
The load is on the way.
Four tons, a BMW,
it's all set up.
All right. Fine.
One week?
Will you miss me?
A thousand calories?
Aren't you too skinny?
Fuck. You're so nice.
I need surveillance.
ASAP. Two people.
The girl and the kid.
They don't have to follow us step
by step. We'll be a laughing stock.
They do.
They'll guard you when I leave.
Do you have to go?
I'm going there so we can stop
worrying about money, all right?
But when I get back, we'll
go somewhere tropical,
buy a small house with a pool
and swim for the rest of
our lives. Sound good?
Won't you have to go to work?
No.
And we'll be free!
They've landed. Of course.
Should've worn shorts.
My balls are sweating.
You're not on holiday.
Please step in.
Where's the air conditioning?
They have a world famous
museum of gold here.
Plan on taking something?
Yeah. A swing at you.
You'll get a treat.
You'll be pleased.
A local prostitute?
So glad you're here.
These cigars, Kacper,
are the best. Cuban.
Very good.
And very expensive. Try one.
Thank you.
- Sniff it.
- Can I finish my cigar first?
Sniff it, it's our stuff.
Feels very painful in the nose.
- Smile.
- Why?
Fucking smile, or
I'll fuck you up.
- What is it?
- They have a kid.
I see.
What a fine boy.
Kacper. Good job!
- You've put your dick to good use.
- Don't be disgusting.
- Soon I'll make you pregnant, my dear.
- Enough, back to business.
Fuck business!
Kiss me.
Why?
Shut the fuck up
and do as I say.
Act like we're in love or
they'll fucking kill us.
Understood.
- They think they're funny.
- Oh, yeah? We'll see about that.
Magnum 44. Understand?
I knew it.
Looks like I have
to blow you, Kacper.
If you're too high on coke to get
a boner, I'll fucking kill you.
Do you realize how
embarrassing this is for me?
Tell him go.
Go to the house, she
feels uncomfortable.
- No way, I wanna watch.
- Scram.
Give me the gun.
It's unfair.
Cheers!
I've got a task for you.
A fucking big one. Very big.
- What's the surprise? Please tell me.
- You'll see.
This.
- A ship.
- You've bought it?!
No, come on. I'm gonna
trade coffee now.
Something's wrong.
It's the cops.
Fuck.
- Take the kid to the car.
- I wanna stay with you.
Come on.
Sorry, muchachos, gotta
answer, verstechen?
I can't take it no more.
They are too civilized,
only theaters and museums.
Shut up and listen.
- Are you alone?
- Alone?
They follow me all day.
Act like everything's
fine. Smile.
Let them think it's all right.
They stole the whole load.
I'm scared as hell.
Smile and keep your head up.
I'll negotiate your release.
Speak!
Son of a bitch! He's
tougher than a rock.
We need an interpreter.
He doesn't know anything.
Then who does, my dear?
- Daria.
- Daria?
Are you suggesting
we go to Poland?
With no money? No coke?
Give me that! Shit!
I've had fucking enough of you!
See this?
I'll shove it up your ass! Rip
your guts till I reach the brain!
Then I'll poke your eyes out.
Huh, you fucking Polack?
You can't crack a Polack.
What did he say?
Is he insulting me?
Was that an insult?
You've got some nerve,
you fuck. I'll show you!
I'll tell you.
Fuck me!
Fuck! Why the fuck did you do
that? What the fuck just happened?
It's a waste of time. Cut
this fucker's head off.
Shit, bunny...
He was just about to talk.
We're off to Puerto Lopez.
Then by boat to Aruba.
It's Dutch territory. We can go
anywhere from there. Move it!
Hey!
I can explain everything.
Please... It's not my fault.
I know where the load is...
No! Drop the gun!
Drop it or he'll take a bullet!
Do it.
I love you very much, bunny.
Your papers, miss?
I'm on my way to a funeral.
I left my wallet at home.
And...
She's armed!
Hey, get lost!
Listen, I'll get in
trouble for this.
I'll pay well, Jose.
What use is money after death.
You'd rather a bullet?
OK.
I'll give you a boat.
Head northeast to
get to the island.
How long will it take?
On this boat and with
a speed of 16 knots?
You'll get to Aruba
in five to six hours.
Here. Arepas with cheese. Freshly
made. Eat them on the way.
Thank you.
You know Javier was a good man.
May the Lord guide her and protect
her, may the Holy Mother...
Give me the phone.
Holy Mother sees all
things, Jose. Us too.
Give me this goddamn phone.
She's still very young.
Being old sucks.
Subtitle translation
by Igor Kaźmierczak