Kobiety mafii (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Episode #2.2 - full transcript
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- You're a troublemaker, Ann.
- It's that old bitch.
You'll get another cell.
A Muay Thai mistress
is incarcerated here.
Muay Thai? What
country is it from?
Hi, I'm Anna.
Hallo?
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 wanna know?
Shit... For sure!
It's not gonna work. Fuck.
Hey! Surprise!
What is he doing here?
Get lost!
The Colombians are in.
A thousand fucking
kilos. Not much for them.
They kill for less than a gram.
You don't want to rob them.
Just ask for a commission.
I need surveillance. ASAP.
Fuck.
I can explain everything.
No! Drop the gun!
EPISODE 2
Fuck it.
All you do is fuck.
What else to do?
Have a chat with
you? About what?
I'm not stupid!
Want something to eat?
All you do is eat.
Boss?
What is it?
Something's overboard.
Pluto, go back. Swim over there.
Karina! Grab the boathook!
Boarding from the right side.
My right or your right?
Shit... Fuck off under the deck!
Pluto, grab the boathook. Go on.
All you do is argue with me.
Nice chick. Give
her mouth to mouth.
Of course. Go find
a kissing booth.
Fuck, how did it go?
Five rescue breaths...
and thirty to two.
One, two, three, four...
Jeez, no WiFi again.
We're in the open sea.
Use satellite link!
What? I wanna watch a movie!
You know how much it costs?
- Do you know how much I cost?
- You don't get paid to watch movies.
Yes.
What a sneaky fucking snake!
Pluto... make a
satellite uplink.
I'm not in the mood.
Throw her overboard.
Scary chick.
Might be possessed or
something. She's all shivery.
Fucking voodoo.
Fucking shit. Go shut him up.
Fuck.
Pluto! You'll fuck up the bell!
Boss, we're here.
Aruba?
I wanna go to the beach.
Go shopping. You promised.
- Any signal?
- Weak.
- Yes?
- We've reached Aruba.
We're supposed to pick up the
stuff in two hours, but...
We've rescued a
girl from drowning.
She says the cartel killed her
husband and they'll kill us too.
What's her name?
Aida.
Get the fuck outta there.
And the deal?
The deal is fucking off.
They've sent Kacper's head.
You'll regret it!
I can't swim!
You've got a phone and some
money. Enjoy your holiday.
You lousy prick!
Muay Sok.
Muay Te Te.
Thip.
Muay K.O.
- Batman... I'm so sorry!
- Not bad.
I'm sorry.
Ostrowska, you have a
hearing. Article 7.7.
- Just a sec.
- Now.
- Just a quick make-up.
- Now!
I can't!
Gotta change the pad, The
beetroot soup boiled over.
One minute.
My client shall obey the law and
won't commit any crimes in the future.
I request a conditional release.
Warden?
Let me just add that my client
is very grateful to the justice
system for the rehabilitation process.
Volenti non fit iniuria.
I like foreign quotes.
Especially in German.
A clean record, a
hairdressing course...
A commendable attitude.
No objections.
What's the guarantee she won't
get back to her old life?
Miss, I don't need no luxury.
I can sleep in a flophouse.
My life's over since
my husband's death.
We'll find you a job.
I don't know...
Miss...
When they took my son away from
me, I wanted to commit suicide.
I found a piece of glass and put it
to my throat. But I didn't do it.
Will I get...
a second chance at life?
Don't waste this opportunity.
You got a release date?
The prophetess is
strict. What a surprise.
Went down on her?
What do you want?
To say goodbye,
so you won't forget me.
Bye, fuck off.
Say bye to the
dunny, you square.
You cunt! Your son is dead!
I'll find you!
Yes!
Don't come near me
with that shaft!
Can I help you?
I'd like to check-in.
Bring booze or get drunk - you're out.
I'll get you a pillow and a blanket.
Show me your bag...
Where is she?
Well, hello!
Ann. Don't you recognize me?
Yes, I'm out!
Yeah, I'm in town.
Wanna meet up for a party?
Oh...
In that case, no worries. Sure.
Yeah... See you!
Hi, Melania! It's Ann.
Ann sweet as damn?
Free as a bird.
Really? Whom?
Uh-huh...
Right...
Bye bye...
Think you're better than
me, you cunt? Screw you!
"There'll be nothing left but a
pair of shoes and a silent phone."
Oh, come on, gimme a
break. Greasy as hell.
Do you smoke?
- Only after sex.
- A non-smoker then.
I need some luxury at once!
I'd like a ticket to the pool.
You're full of shit.
You won't get it. Bye, fool.
"There is no god
but Allah
and Muhammad
is his messenger."
Is it really Blahnik?
Manolo. Season 2017.
The ones from Sex in the City.
Holy smokes.
Only three thousands.
After discount.
And these?
Those ones... 1900.
My size.
Mine too.
Can you afford them?
Fucking whores!
- I kept an eye on your stuff.
- Thanks.
- How's it going?
- Fucking awesome.
Pests before swine. They
had no idea it's Manolo!
Valentino, Tods.
Dior, Chanel.
Some people have
no class at all.
What if I'd like to
buy all the shoes?
How much?
I don't know. Fifteen thousand?
No, eighteen.
1800, 1900, 2000.
Deal?
Adaś, shake hands.
I'm inviting you to dinner.
What cuisine do you like
most? Italian? French? Sushi?
- You know how to cook?
- Do I look like a cook?
Not really.
We're going to Caletto restaurant.
Mussels so good you'll shit your pants.
You'll see what's
life about. Taxi!
Come on!
We can take a taxi truck.
- I can't.
- Come on! YOLO!
I've got a meeting.
Okay, bye.
Thanks.
I'd like this,
this, this, this...
This and this.
- All at once?
- Yes! And a bottle of Champagne.
Oh, what the hell...
Hi, Adaś.
Where's the guy that took the
shoes? Is he interested in bags?
- I don't think so.
- Ask him, please. I'm broke.
- What about the two thousand?
- It's gone.
- In one day?!
- Oh, come on. I went for lunch, shopping.
What did you buy?
They asked for it.
Fuck me...
What? I earn, I spend.
- You didn't earn a buck in your life!
- Well, fuck it.
Fuck it?
Yeah, fuck it.
You wanted to rent a flat.
Where will you sleep?
- I don't give a shit.
- All right! Come back.
No fucking way! I'll find
a job and prove a point!
Can I help you?
Yes, my dear. I want
to see the director.
- What director?
- The one in charge.
- You mean the manager.
- Fair enough.
- After you.
- Thank you.
Hmm... I don't know.
For example I could
advise the clients
on different cuisines.
If there's a French cuisine
week, I know a few French tricks.
- Huh?
- Yes!
I could promote cheese!
You see... I have a remarkable
gift for persuasion.
People eat out of my hand.
- Any retail experience?
- Sure!
What kind?
Shoes.
If you wife needs
a pair, then...
The cash register?
- Excuse me?
- The cash register!
I haven't got one yet, but...
I'll get one after payday.
So zero experience.
One week trial. Be
here tomorrow at five.
Why so late?
An early bird?
I meant five at night.
Briefing at six. You'll
help with the vegetables.
Okay.
Shoo.
My wife is 43.
- A great age.
- That's her shoe size.
Wow, is she a fucking yeti?
I mean... I'm 38, but as
they say: big feet, big dick.
Or whatever.
Shoo.
Stop banging. There's a sign
on the door. We open at seven.
Let me in! It's five o'clock.
Go to a convenience store.
Hello, boss, hello!
It's me, Ann!
This dolt won't let me in.
- I'm on time. It's five o'clock.
- Tell her to go round the back.
Go round the back. Landing
gate's on the right.
Don't call me a dolt!
Hi, girls, I'm Ann.
Bent-over Ann.
Is that so? Wanna fight?
- What's wrong?
- What's fucking wrong?
I've been through that in Mokotów!
Wanna prove yourself? Be my guest.
We'll see who's
tough and who's soft.
- Why do you pick on me?
- Because you tease me, you hussy!
Bent-over Ann?!
It's the manager's
words, not mine.
He's a flatterer. A playboy.
Oh, I see.
Alright, one more time. I'm Ann.
Mariola.
- Ann.
- Danusia.
Pleased to meet you.
Let's do a selfie.
Kiss, kiss... Kissy face!
Fucking awesome.
What the fuck?!
It's five past five! Move
your asses! Go, go, go!
Ouch!
Mariola, to the bread
counter, Ann, to the manager.
Fuck.
I'm here.
Sit.
Did I get promoted?
Learn this word for word.
- The exam's after closing.
- Pardon me?
Right after closing!
- At 18.00.
- Okay.
Good day. May I?
Good?
Are you dressed for church?
No, for the exam.
- Got the hang of it?
- I did.
Sit down.
- But I don't drink!
- I insist!
It's up to you.
You'll pass or you won't.
What does it depend on?
On knowledge.
I could ask you
this, for example...
Question number one.
Explain paragraph five of
Minister of Finance Regulation
of 27th April 2004...
Look at me...
"Regarding tax refund
or refund of advance tax
payment, proper invoicing,
storage of invoices and a
list of goods and services
excluded from the tax
on goods and services."
What kind of fucking question is
this? That wasn't in the book!
- Wrong answer.
- What's the right one?
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
Question number two.
Under regulation...
What are the elements
of a proper invoice?
Jesus...
- Can I cheat?
- Huh, If I let you.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
See? You might just pass.
- So ask more questions!
- I shall.
What's the most important
thing at the cash register?
Um...
Well... the...
Money!
Ann's ass.
- Ass?
- Your ass.
The one you sit on
for eight hours.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
So...
Show me your ass.
My ass?
- How come?
- The manager is asking you, miss.
Maybe... a kiss first?
Come closer.
Closer.
Fuck!
Shut up! Someone's there.
Fuck it, I'm calling the cops.
Bent-over Ann!
Oh, the heavy is here. How nice.
Mr manager! Did I pass?
Get lost...
I don't want to pressure
you. Did I pass or not?
You did.
I passed!
They sneak through the
warehouse, it's happened before.
One of my girls kicked their
asses. Miss Ann, show yourself!
Hey, wait! No pictures! I
have no makeup on! Fuck!
Anna!
Ann?
You're famous.
What do you mean?
The hell no!
What's wrong?
I should sue them.
For what? They wrote
nice things about you.
For those pictures! I
don't look good at all.
I like how you look.
Cut the crap.
I always did.
Look.
I used to be a hot chick. Charlie's
Angels were no match for me.
Maciuś.
They took my parental
rights away. All of them.
Then meet with your son.
What will I tell him? That
I was busted for innocence?
Why not?
With a face like that?
No way.
But when I pull
myself together...
I'm getting Maciek back!
Hello! Ann speaking.
Yes, it's me.
Fuck me!
I mean... I'm sorry,
miss! I'm all ears.
Yes? Yes?
Alright, I'll be there.
Thank you, goodbye.
That was the newspaper.
They've recognized me from the pictures!
They know I was a mobster's wife!
- Is that good or bad?
- Very good!
I'll have a photo
shoot! For a newspaper!
Fuck, I won't make it.
- When is this?
- At 4pm.
It's five hours from now.
I'm saying I won't
make it on time!
It's not good, you
have to change it...
Good morning, all!
Good morning.
- Anna Ostrowska.
- Marta Kalicka, please.
Thank you.
A destitute millionaire.
Our readers will love it.
We'll show your hardship
on the front page.
The title: "Her son doesn't share
money, the queenpin must clean flats."
Uh-huh, on the front page...
But my son is 11.
It doesn't matter.
- Uh-huh.
- It'll be fine.
Get this ladder out
of here! Move it!
Move it.
Wipe off the dust.
In the mirror. At the camera.
At the camera through the
mirror. Smile. Good. Bravo!
In the mirror again.
Good.
Don't worry, it's nothing.
Nice.
What's with the leg? Do you
clean your home like this?
Sonny, for fuck's sake, I
never do anything around me.
Start washing.
Try to act natural.
Ouch! I broke my nail!
I can't see that. Put your
hands in the foam and wash.
Scrub.
I have to answer the phone!
Hallo?
Yes, It's me.
When?
Of course!
Listen, I'd like
to finish it today.
Screw this job! I
have an interview.
Hello. Jerzy Bocian, the editor.
Ostrowska, Anna.
- Please.
- Thank you.
- Something to drink?
- Coffee please.
I'll have prosecco
and... one moment.
Maybe this thing with
tuna and tomato paste.
Ceviche, of course.
Barley soup with rabbit
and blanched spinach.
Of course.
And an angus steak...
with everything.
Of course. Some dessert?
I watch my figure.
No, wait!
Maybe something with
white chocolate.
- Mille-feuille.
- Mille-feuille.
Now you can ask your questions.
Do you want to be rich?
Miss Ann?
Me, rich?
It's not about spiritual richness
which you surely possess.
You're offering me money?
Royalty fee, to be precise.
- For an interview?
- For a book.
For a book...
I've done some research and
your husband, my condolences,
was running the
Mokotów mafia, right?
Yes, I miss him so much.
Your husband, Mr
Shadow, was poisoned?
Yes.
Mr Millimeter was
buried in pieces,
his wife vanished.
Mr Living, the crown witness...
- well, didn't make it to the trial.
- He didn't.
And Padrino is a
vegetable after a stroke.
You're the only one that's left.
I'm curious about your life.
You were the kings.
Power, fame, money, romance.
Hatred, mafia.
I want to write about it.
But why?
- As a lesson and a warning for posterity?
- Naw.
For money.
Now you're talking!
You provide content, I give it
shape, we share half and half.
And... how much is a half
from a book like that?
- Did I say one book?
- No.
Let's write a series.
Swollen Ann on mafia queens.
Swollen Ann on mafia wealth.
Swollen Ann on mafia bosses.
Swollen Ann on mafia hitmen.
Swollen Ann on mafia parties.
What about an advance?
I could arrange a lawyer
as soon as tomorrow.
Please do that, Jurek.
Let me just powder my nose.
- Don't get any ideas.
- Of course.
Fuck me! Pretty,
famous and rich!
I'll fix my face.
You've scratched it badly.
I was in a nuthouse.
After I did it the others
said it was "Action S."
"Action S"?
Self-mutilation.
I didn't get medical
care in jail.
- In jail?
- In Mokotów.
The place is a total mess.
Oh, I see.
I was a queenpin back then.
That's how I wanna look now.
Doable?
I'll try my best.
Then get to it, otherwise...
the grim reaper will
pay you a visit.
Subtitle translation
by Igor Kaźmierczak
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- You're a troublemaker, Ann.
- It's that old bitch.
You'll get another cell.
A Muay Thai mistress
is incarcerated here.
Muay Thai? What
country is it from?
Hi, I'm Anna.
Hallo?
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 wanna know?
Shit... For sure!
It's not gonna work. Fuck.
Hey! Surprise!
What is he doing here?
Get lost!
The Colombians are in.
A thousand fucking
kilos. Not much for them.
They kill for less than a gram.
You don't want to rob them.
Just ask for a commission.
I need surveillance. ASAP.
Fuck.
I can explain everything.
No! Drop the gun!
EPISODE 2
Fuck it.
All you do is fuck.
What else to do?
Have a chat with
you? About what?
I'm not stupid!
Want something to eat?
All you do is eat.
Boss?
What is it?
Something's overboard.
Pluto, go back. Swim over there.
Karina! Grab the boathook!
Boarding from the right side.
My right or your right?
Shit... Fuck off under the deck!
Pluto, grab the boathook. Go on.
All you do is argue with me.
Nice chick. Give
her mouth to mouth.
Of course. Go find
a kissing booth.
Fuck, how did it go?
Five rescue breaths...
and thirty to two.
One, two, three, four...
Jeez, no WiFi again.
We're in the open sea.
Use satellite link!
What? I wanna watch a movie!
You know how much it costs?
- Do you know how much I cost?
- You don't get paid to watch movies.
Yes.
What a sneaky fucking snake!
Pluto... make a
satellite uplink.
I'm not in the mood.
Throw her overboard.
Scary chick.
Might be possessed or
something. She's all shivery.
Fucking voodoo.
Fucking shit. Go shut him up.
Fuck.
Pluto! You'll fuck up the bell!
Boss, we're here.
Aruba?
I wanna go to the beach.
Go shopping. You promised.
- Any signal?
- Weak.
- Yes?
- We've reached Aruba.
We're supposed to pick up the
stuff in two hours, but...
We've rescued a
girl from drowning.
She says the cartel killed her
husband and they'll kill us too.
What's her name?
Aida.
Get the fuck outta there.
And the deal?
The deal is fucking off.
They've sent Kacper's head.
You'll regret it!
I can't swim!
You've got a phone and some
money. Enjoy your holiday.
You lousy prick!
Muay Sok.
Muay Te Te.
Thip.
Muay K.O.
- Batman... I'm so sorry!
- Not bad.
I'm sorry.
Ostrowska, you have a
hearing. Article 7.7.
- Just a sec.
- Now.
- Just a quick make-up.
- Now!
I can't!
Gotta change the pad, The
beetroot soup boiled over.
One minute.
My client shall obey the law and
won't commit any crimes in the future.
I request a conditional release.
Warden?
Let me just add that my client
is very grateful to the justice
system for the rehabilitation process.
Volenti non fit iniuria.
I like foreign quotes.
Especially in German.
A clean record, a
hairdressing course...
A commendable attitude.
No objections.
What's the guarantee she won't
get back to her old life?
Miss, I don't need no luxury.
I can sleep in a flophouse.
My life's over since
my husband's death.
We'll find you a job.
I don't know...
Miss...
When they took my son away from
me, I wanted to commit suicide.
I found a piece of glass and put it
to my throat. But I didn't do it.
Will I get...
a second chance at life?
Don't waste this opportunity.
You got a release date?
The prophetess is
strict. What a surprise.
Went down on her?
What do you want?
To say goodbye,
so you won't forget me.
Bye, fuck off.
Say bye to the
dunny, you square.
You cunt! Your son is dead!
I'll find you!
Yes!
Don't come near me
with that shaft!
Can I help you?
I'd like to check-in.
Bring booze or get drunk - you're out.
I'll get you a pillow and a blanket.
Show me your bag...
Where is she?
Well, hello!
Ann. Don't you recognize me?
Yes, I'm out!
Yeah, I'm in town.
Wanna meet up for a party?
Oh...
In that case, no worries. Sure.
Yeah... See you!
Hi, Melania! It's Ann.
Ann sweet as damn?
Free as a bird.
Really? Whom?
Uh-huh...
Right...
Bye bye...
Think you're better than
me, you cunt? Screw you!
"There'll be nothing left but a
pair of shoes and a silent phone."
Oh, come on, gimme a
break. Greasy as hell.
Do you smoke?
- Only after sex.
- A non-smoker then.
I need some luxury at once!
I'd like a ticket to the pool.
You're full of shit.
You won't get it. Bye, fool.
"There is no god
but Allah
and Muhammad
is his messenger."
Is it really Blahnik?
Manolo. Season 2017.
The ones from Sex in the City.
Holy smokes.
Only three thousands.
After discount.
And these?
Those ones... 1900.
My size.
Mine too.
Can you afford them?
Fucking whores!
- I kept an eye on your stuff.
- Thanks.
- How's it going?
- Fucking awesome.
Pests before swine. They
had no idea it's Manolo!
Valentino, Tods.
Dior, Chanel.
Some people have
no class at all.
What if I'd like to
buy all the shoes?
How much?
I don't know. Fifteen thousand?
No, eighteen.
1800, 1900, 2000.
Deal?
Adaś, shake hands.
I'm inviting you to dinner.
What cuisine do you like
most? Italian? French? Sushi?
- You know how to cook?
- Do I look like a cook?
Not really.
We're going to Caletto restaurant.
Mussels so good you'll shit your pants.
You'll see what's
life about. Taxi!
Come on!
We can take a taxi truck.
- I can't.
- Come on! YOLO!
I've got a meeting.
Okay, bye.
Thanks.
I'd like this,
this, this, this...
This and this.
- All at once?
- Yes! And a bottle of Champagne.
Oh, what the hell...
Hi, Adaś.
Where's the guy that took the
shoes? Is he interested in bags?
- I don't think so.
- Ask him, please. I'm broke.
- What about the two thousand?
- It's gone.
- In one day?!
- Oh, come on. I went for lunch, shopping.
What did you buy?
They asked for it.
Fuck me...
What? I earn, I spend.
- You didn't earn a buck in your life!
- Well, fuck it.
Fuck it?
Yeah, fuck it.
You wanted to rent a flat.
Where will you sleep?
- I don't give a shit.
- All right! Come back.
No fucking way! I'll find
a job and prove a point!
Can I help you?
Yes, my dear. I want
to see the director.
- What director?
- The one in charge.
- You mean the manager.
- Fair enough.
- After you.
- Thank you.
Hmm... I don't know.
For example I could
advise the clients
on different cuisines.
If there's a French cuisine
week, I know a few French tricks.
- Huh?
- Yes!
I could promote cheese!
You see... I have a remarkable
gift for persuasion.
People eat out of my hand.
- Any retail experience?
- Sure!
What kind?
Shoes.
If you wife needs
a pair, then...
The cash register?
- Excuse me?
- The cash register!
I haven't got one yet, but...
I'll get one after payday.
So zero experience.
One week trial. Be
here tomorrow at five.
Why so late?
An early bird?
I meant five at night.
Briefing at six. You'll
help with the vegetables.
Okay.
Shoo.
My wife is 43.
- A great age.
- That's her shoe size.
Wow, is she a fucking yeti?
I mean... I'm 38, but as
they say: big feet, big dick.
Or whatever.
Shoo.
Stop banging. There's a sign
on the door. We open at seven.
Let me in! It's five o'clock.
Go to a convenience store.
Hello, boss, hello!
It's me, Ann!
This dolt won't let me in.
- I'm on time. It's five o'clock.
- Tell her to go round the back.
Go round the back. Landing
gate's on the right.
Don't call me a dolt!
Hi, girls, I'm Ann.
Bent-over Ann.
Is that so? Wanna fight?
- What's wrong?
- What's fucking wrong?
I've been through that in Mokotów!
Wanna prove yourself? Be my guest.
We'll see who's
tough and who's soft.
- Why do you pick on me?
- Because you tease me, you hussy!
Bent-over Ann?!
It's the manager's
words, not mine.
He's a flatterer. A playboy.
Oh, I see.
Alright, one more time. I'm Ann.
Mariola.
- Ann.
- Danusia.
Pleased to meet you.
Let's do a selfie.
Kiss, kiss... Kissy face!
Fucking awesome.
What the fuck?!
It's five past five! Move
your asses! Go, go, go!
Ouch!
Mariola, to the bread
counter, Ann, to the manager.
Fuck.
I'm here.
Sit.
Did I get promoted?
Learn this word for word.
- The exam's after closing.
- Pardon me?
Right after closing!
- At 18.00.
- Okay.
Good day. May I?
Good?
Are you dressed for church?
No, for the exam.
- Got the hang of it?
- I did.
Sit down.
- But I don't drink!
- I insist!
It's up to you.
You'll pass or you won't.
What does it depend on?
On knowledge.
I could ask you
this, for example...
Question number one.
Explain paragraph five of
Minister of Finance Regulation
of 27th April 2004...
Look at me...
"Regarding tax refund
or refund of advance tax
payment, proper invoicing,
storage of invoices and a
list of goods and services
excluded from the tax
on goods and services."
What kind of fucking question is
this? That wasn't in the book!
- Wrong answer.
- What's the right one?
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
Question number two.
Under regulation...
What are the elements
of a proper invoice?
Jesus...
- Can I cheat?
- Huh, If I let you.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
See? You might just pass.
- So ask more questions!
- I shall.
What's the most important
thing at the cash register?
Um...
Well... the...
Money!
Ann's ass.
- Ass?
- Your ass.
The one you sit on
for eight hours.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
So...
Show me your ass.
My ass?
- How come?
- The manager is asking you, miss.
Maybe... a kiss first?
Come closer.
Closer.
Fuck!
Shut up! Someone's there.
Fuck it, I'm calling the cops.
Bent-over Ann!
Oh, the heavy is here. How nice.
Mr manager! Did I pass?
Get lost...
I don't want to pressure
you. Did I pass or not?
You did.
I passed!
They sneak through the
warehouse, it's happened before.
One of my girls kicked their
asses. Miss Ann, show yourself!
Hey, wait! No pictures! I
have no makeup on! Fuck!
Anna!
Ann?
You're famous.
What do you mean?
The hell no!
What's wrong?
I should sue them.
For what? They wrote
nice things about you.
For those pictures! I
don't look good at all.
I like how you look.
Cut the crap.
I always did.
Look.
I used to be a hot chick. Charlie's
Angels were no match for me.
Maciuś.
They took my parental
rights away. All of them.
Then meet with your son.
What will I tell him? That
I was busted for innocence?
Why not?
With a face like that?
No way.
But when I pull
myself together...
I'm getting Maciek back!
Hello! Ann speaking.
Yes, it's me.
Fuck me!
I mean... I'm sorry,
miss! I'm all ears.
Yes? Yes?
Alright, I'll be there.
Thank you, goodbye.
That was the newspaper.
They've recognized me from the pictures!
They know I was a mobster's wife!
- Is that good or bad?
- Very good!
I'll have a photo
shoot! For a newspaper!
Fuck, I won't make it.
- When is this?
- At 4pm.
It's five hours from now.
I'm saying I won't
make it on time!
It's not good, you
have to change it...
Good morning, all!
Good morning.
- Anna Ostrowska.
- Marta Kalicka, please.
Thank you.
A destitute millionaire.
Our readers will love it.
We'll show your hardship
on the front page.
The title: "Her son doesn't share
money, the queenpin must clean flats."
Uh-huh, on the front page...
But my son is 11.
It doesn't matter.
- Uh-huh.
- It'll be fine.
Get this ladder out
of here! Move it!
Move it.
Wipe off the dust.
In the mirror. At the camera.
At the camera through the
mirror. Smile. Good. Bravo!
In the mirror again.
Good.
Don't worry, it's nothing.
Nice.
What's with the leg? Do you
clean your home like this?
Sonny, for fuck's sake, I
never do anything around me.
Start washing.
Try to act natural.
Ouch! I broke my nail!
I can't see that. Put your
hands in the foam and wash.
Scrub.
I have to answer the phone!
Hallo?
Yes, It's me.
When?
Of course!
Listen, I'd like
to finish it today.
Screw this job! I
have an interview.
Hello. Jerzy Bocian, the editor.
Ostrowska, Anna.
- Please.
- Thank you.
- Something to drink?
- Coffee please.
I'll have prosecco
and... one moment.
Maybe this thing with
tuna and tomato paste.
Ceviche, of course.
Barley soup with rabbit
and blanched spinach.
Of course.
And an angus steak...
with everything.
Of course. Some dessert?
I watch my figure.
No, wait!
Maybe something with
white chocolate.
- Mille-feuille.
- Mille-feuille.
Now you can ask your questions.
Do you want to be rich?
Miss Ann?
Me, rich?
It's not about spiritual richness
which you surely possess.
You're offering me money?
Royalty fee, to be precise.
- For an interview?
- For a book.
For a book...
I've done some research and
your husband, my condolences,
was running the
Mokotów mafia, right?
Yes, I miss him so much.
Your husband, Mr
Shadow, was poisoned?
Yes.
Mr Millimeter was
buried in pieces,
his wife vanished.
Mr Living, the crown witness...
- well, didn't make it to the trial.
- He didn't.
And Padrino is a
vegetable after a stroke.
You're the only one that's left.
I'm curious about your life.
You were the kings.
Power, fame, money, romance.
Hatred, mafia.
I want to write about it.
But why?
- As a lesson and a warning for posterity?
- Naw.
For money.
Now you're talking!
You provide content, I give it
shape, we share half and half.
And... how much is a half
from a book like that?
- Did I say one book?
- No.
Let's write a series.
Swollen Ann on mafia queens.
Swollen Ann on mafia wealth.
Swollen Ann on mafia bosses.
Swollen Ann on mafia hitmen.
Swollen Ann on mafia parties.
What about an advance?
I could arrange a lawyer
as soon as tomorrow.
Please do that, Jurek.
Let me just powder my nose.
- Don't get any ideas.
- Of course.
Fuck me! Pretty,
famous and rich!
I'll fix my face.
You've scratched it badly.
I was in a nuthouse.
After I did it the others
said it was "Action S."
"Action S"?
Self-mutilation.
I didn't get medical
care in jail.
- In jail?
- In Mokotów.
The place is a total mess.
Oh, I see.
I was a queenpin back then.
That's how I wanna look now.
Doable?
I'll try my best.
Then get to it, otherwise...
the grim reaper will
pay you a visit.
Subtitle translation
by Igor Kaźmierczak