Kobiety mafii (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript
Aida is taking refuge from gangster Mata. His daughter, Stella, isn't thrilled about it. Meanwhile, Justyna makes a brave decision.
Hey! Surprise!
What is he doing here?
Get lost!
Fuck.
I can explain everything...
No! Drop the gun!
Nice chick. Give
her mouth to mouth.
Of course. Go find
a kissing booth.
We've rescued a girl.
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.
EPISODE 3
What's up? I thought
you were at home.
Mom's not home but in the
hospital, Not that you care.
I do care. I do.
I can see that. What is this?
Same cruise, new girl?
Can you imagine I pulled
her out of the water?
Good for you. You
found a fucking siren.
Stellka.
Her name's Aida.
Fuck off, I've got no head for
bitches. Can we go visit Mum now?
As you see I'm not alone.
Pay her and tell
her to get lost.
I'll be in the car.
Embolization?
We blocked her blood vessels.
Will she make it?
The worst is over.
The worst... What's
worse than that?
We can't do surgery. The aneurysm
is too close to the brain.
Do what you can.
She looks like she's asleep
and having good dreams.
Let's take Mum home.
We'll find a nursing home.
She'll have the best care there.
She won't have us. She's
here because of you.
- You shouldn't leave her side.
- Don't even start! I'm doing my best!
It's not my fault she was crazy.
She overdosed because you
whore around like a slut.
Stellka...
- Wait.
- I'm going to sleep!
Wait, we have a guest!
- Who?
- Aida. This woman whom...
That bitch is at our home?
- Let me explain, all right?
- You son of a bitch.
Get the fuck out of
my mother's house!
There is nothing
to "understand."
- She gets the fuck out.
- Calm down, all right?
All right. I'll
say it in English.
What the fuck? Is
she a fucking medium?
Aida is sick. Go to your place.
So it's not my place?
We'll talk this over
calmly tomorrow.
If she stays here, I'm
getting the fuck out.
Boss?
- Pluto, not now.
- Your daughter ran away.
With a suitcase.
I tried to stop her but
she ran over my leg.
Are you all right?
I don't give a fuck
about your leg.
I know, I'm sorry.
Fucking hell.
Your daughter ran
from the police.
There was an accident during the
chase. Two officers got injured.
Your daughter left the scene
and failed to offer them aid.
- Where is she?
- You mean where is the car.
- Excuse me?
- My daughter is on holiday abroad.
The car was stolen
yesterday morning.
Why didn't you report it?
Who cares about a Porsche
for a mere 400,000?
Did this thief get hurt?
You care about the thief
and not the officers?
Every human life
is... precious, right?
Priceless, in fact.
A smoke?
Breakfast? Now you're talking!
Don't get fucking used to it.
You've said you'll stay a while.
But I can't live in this mess.
Read it.
A mop and bucket, cleaning
rag... What's that?
Go on.
Toilet Duck, tile, terracotta and
floor cleaner, all-purpose Ace...
A bleaching agent. Fucking shit.
And a descaler. For the kettle.
And Dior perfumes. For me.
You want a relationship?
Time to grow up.
Fuck me...
One more thing.
Since it's a partnership, we
divide everything equally.
No need to support me.
- Get me a job.
- What kind of job?
- Your job.
- You wanna steal cars?
Equality, right?
- A moto-chick?
- I'd stake my head on her.
I don't need it.
You'd rather his ass?
Sassy. The way I like 'em.
- Do you even have a license?
- Categories A, B and C.
Why the fuck C?
I like big trucks.
And not only trucks.
Wanna sneak a peek
in the garage?
Show me around first.
I wanna see what you do.
- So let's go.
- You've said you're busy.
The lady is asking.
So you dance?
- I dance?
- To my tunes.
Guys are easy to figure
out, you're shallow.
You're fucking with me?
Just as I would with any cop.
I can flip the
script all day long.
All right, fuck,
you might be of use.
Always Germany?
Of course. The rich give to
the poor. Like Robin Hood.
No shitty cars, we
go for the best ones.
Lambo, Ferrari, McLaren,
Maybach, Porsche.
Fuck! This one.
Cameras, monitoring... Shit!
No screwdrivers and drills.
We use blendboxes now.
Your turn.
- Why won't he drive?
- We can't afford to lose an expert.
Delivering the car is the most risky
part. That's why we need a driver. Go on.
- What's that?
- Jager.
Booze?
Drink it before
crossing the border.
I might get tested.
Then breathe with your
ass. Step on it and scram.
- I might get caught.
- Then you're out.
No drink, no luck,
that's what they say.
- Eight hundred.
- Thanks, boss.
- One grand.
- Thanks, boss.
A grand? I got 800.
- Do you have boobs?
- Me?
She has, and got
a hundred per one.
- You're a sexist.
- Than give it back.
I've earned it. Not for boobs.
- For what then?
- For balls.
- Turn it up. I like this song.
- And I don't.
Turn this shit off.
You're not able
to... Not able to...
Boss.
Fuck! Not now, Pluto!
I found out about Stella.
She's still with that shithead?
- Worse. She works with him.
- But this prick's a carjacker.
She is too.
Fucking shit.
- I'd like a car like that.
- Take it.
Can't afford it.
You get 50 grams each month.
I've got expenses.
Fuck, quit gambling!
- Where's your head at?
- Don't start!
- What future do you have?
- And you?
None by your side.
All right, go. Get to it.
- I could quit gambling.
- Sure.
- Quit drugs.
- Right.
I dunno, work out maybe.
What is this shit about?
If it's supposed
to be a partnership
we should have a joint account
and split the money fifty-fifty.
You know what?
Take a good run up and bang
your head against the wall.
- You've changed your mind?
- The cops!
Fucking shit!
Am I bleeding? Fucking
hell, I knew it.
Fuck, the gates.
Don't scratch the car, it'll
lose value. Be careful.
Fuck! The cops! I'm outta here.
Fuck me.
Police! Head up! Hands
behind your back!
Police! On the ground! Lie down!
Fuck.
Don't move!
Stand back!
On the ground!
Lie down!
Five to eight years.
A waste of life.
Five to eight? Sir,
I only borrowed it.
No way to give it back.
Pay for the damages.
I'll pay in installments.
How? You're out of work.
- I'll manage.
- You won't without me.
- But I can help you.
- How?
You'll be a protected witness and
join the police fan club. How's that?
I won't rat out.
Everyone sells now, but
not everyone gains from it.
I'm not a snitch.
Too bad. If you won't, she will.
- Eight years.
- They'll give me probation.
But first a custody suite.
Shit can happen there.
You're gonna scare me now?
I pity you.
You've chosen the wrong
path, but only at the start.
You can still turn back.
I won't be a rat.
A witness, not a rat.
Honey, there's a difference.
Your boyfriend already
flipped. Now what?
Then he's not my
boyfriend anymore.
Death to rats!
The experts, the drivers, the
mechanics. I want all the names.
For your own safety, so
they won't bother you.
I was planning on moving anyway.
Do what you please, just
not here. Start talking.
- What did you do in Berlin on May 18th?
- I snipped a pig.
Speak fucking Polish.
- I stole a car.
- Better.
"Stella Zakrzewska's task was to
get the car to the stash house,
This car was also stolen. Her
pay was a thousand euros."
In your face.
Who gave you a thousand euros?
It's your last
chance, is that clear?
"The money was handed by the manager
of the car service at Fabryczna,
Waldemar Sumiński,
a.k.a Catfish."
Show me your hands! Keep your
head down! Look to the left!
Get up! Come on!
- Head down!
- Cover us!
We're out.
Keep your head
low! Keep it down!
Get in the car.
Zakrzewska, time to get out.
Fuck, how many more hearings?
You're getting out on bail.
No greeting?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Come back home, OK?
That whore's still around?
She's not a whore.
It's not my home.
If I didn't bail you
out, you'd be stuck here.
Thanks. I'll send
back the money.
Kid, you can't afford
it. Wake up, all right?
That's you all over, you
only care about money!
Stop it, Stellka...
You're only good
at giving money!
You've paid for the treatment,
but you don't talk to her!
How am I supposed to? How, if
she doesn't fucking speak?!
But she can hear!
I hold her hand and
talk to her for hours!
You can't afford
to have feelings.
That's why you can't afford me.
Dad.
- Beer with juice?
- Merci. Cuba libre.
On me.
- Do I know you?
- I know you, you're awesome.
I am. Get the fuck off.
The streets respect
you. You're famous.
- For what?
- Only you didn't rat out.
The rest shit their pants
and ratted everyone out.
It's on the house.
Respect, girl.
- To those who don't rat to the police!
- To tough women!
What's your name?
Stella, Nutella?
Stella.
I'm gonna get a tattoo of you on
my chest. From here up to there.
Stella, I forever, fuck yeah.
- Kasia will kill you.
- I'll get a tat of Kasia on my back.
Champagne, now we're talking!
Open it! Why only two glasses?
It's for the lady
from that gentleman.
I'm Janis.
The Janis?
You've heard of me?
Only bad things. You're
a serious mobster.
And I've heard you're
a feisty thief.
Thanks for the Champagne.
- We're not done yet.
- I'm done.
- Cinderella's legging it?
- There's no prince.
What about me?
- You don't look like one.
- Get in.
You got excited 'cause
you stole my carriage?
Forgot to leave your shoe.
Cinderella...
A ball... A shoe.
You mean a slipper.
- You can leave your number.
- I'd rather walk home.
- And the ball?
- It's over.
A dance at least.
Hear any music?
Play something.
- Not in a mood?
- Let go.
Give me your number.
Stop it. Everyone's watching.
What an embarrassment.
Who's watching?
We're all alone.
You have... beautiful eyes.
Your lips are so beautiful.
I have to kiss them.
507-412-747.
Hallo?
Not while we're eating,
for fuck's sake.
It's her.
Yes?
I see.
I'll be there.
See you.
I know this doesn't look good.
But we wanna talk, OK?
You know Aida.
My boys will look after her. I hope
she's a gift. I'll unpack it later.
She's not a gift. She's with me.
We don't want war, you know?
Yeah? Than what do you want?
To make sure... you'll not
harm a hair on her head,
Wanna see Kacper's head?
The deal is off, the
head is off, right?
Peace be upon you and
God's mercy and blessings.
In the name of God.
God with you.
Abdul Salam, peace be upon you.
Sahib, peace be upon you.
Amir.
Do you take Justyna as your wife,
as God and his prophet intended?
Yes, I do.
Justyna.
Do you take Amir as your husband
as God and his prophet intended?
Yes, I do.
In front of witnesses I
pronounce you husband and wife.
I love you.
I love you too.
Subtitle translation
by Igor Kaźmierczak
What is he doing here?
Get lost!
Fuck.
I can explain everything...
No! Drop the gun!
Nice chick. Give
her mouth to mouth.
Of course. Go find
a kissing booth.
We've rescued a girl.
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.
EPISODE 3
What's up? I thought
you were at home.
Mom's not home but in the
hospital, Not that you care.
I do care. I do.
I can see that. What is this?
Same cruise, new girl?
Can you imagine I pulled
her out of the water?
Good for you. You
found a fucking siren.
Stellka.
Her name's Aida.
Fuck off, I've got no head for
bitches. Can we go visit Mum now?
As you see I'm not alone.
Pay her and tell
her to get lost.
I'll be in the car.
Embolization?
We blocked her blood vessels.
Will she make it?
The worst is over.
The worst... What's
worse than that?
We can't do surgery. The aneurysm
is too close to the brain.
Do what you can.
She looks like she's asleep
and having good dreams.
Let's take Mum home.
We'll find a nursing home.
She'll have the best care there.
She won't have us. She's
here because of you.
- You shouldn't leave her side.
- Don't even start! I'm doing my best!
It's not my fault she was crazy.
She overdosed because you
whore around like a slut.
Stellka...
- Wait.
- I'm going to sleep!
Wait, we have a guest!
- Who?
- Aida. This woman whom...
That bitch is at our home?
- Let me explain, all right?
- You son of a bitch.
Get the fuck out of
my mother's house!
There is nothing
to "understand."
- She gets the fuck out.
- Calm down, all right?
All right. I'll
say it in English.
What the fuck? Is
she a fucking medium?
Aida is sick. Go to your place.
So it's not my place?
We'll talk this over
calmly tomorrow.
If she stays here, I'm
getting the fuck out.
Boss?
- Pluto, not now.
- Your daughter ran away.
With a suitcase.
I tried to stop her but
she ran over my leg.
Are you all right?
I don't give a fuck
about your leg.
I know, I'm sorry.
Fucking hell.
Your daughter ran
from the police.
There was an accident during the
chase. Two officers got injured.
Your daughter left the scene
and failed to offer them aid.
- Where is she?
- You mean where is the car.
- Excuse me?
- My daughter is on holiday abroad.
The car was stolen
yesterday morning.
Why didn't you report it?
Who cares about a Porsche
for a mere 400,000?
Did this thief get hurt?
You care about the thief
and not the officers?
Every human life
is... precious, right?
Priceless, in fact.
A smoke?
Breakfast? Now you're talking!
Don't get fucking used to it.
You've said you'll stay a while.
But I can't live in this mess.
Read it.
A mop and bucket, cleaning
rag... What's that?
Go on.
Toilet Duck, tile, terracotta and
floor cleaner, all-purpose Ace...
A bleaching agent. Fucking shit.
And a descaler. For the kettle.
And Dior perfumes. For me.
You want a relationship?
Time to grow up.
Fuck me...
One more thing.
Since it's a partnership, we
divide everything equally.
No need to support me.
- Get me a job.
- What kind of job?
- Your job.
- You wanna steal cars?
Equality, right?
- A moto-chick?
- I'd stake my head on her.
I don't need it.
You'd rather his ass?
Sassy. The way I like 'em.
- Do you even have a license?
- Categories A, B and C.
Why the fuck C?
I like big trucks.
And not only trucks.
Wanna sneak a peek
in the garage?
Show me around first.
I wanna see what you do.
- So let's go.
- You've said you're busy.
The lady is asking.
So you dance?
- I dance?
- To my tunes.
Guys are easy to figure
out, you're shallow.
You're fucking with me?
Just as I would with any cop.
I can flip the
script all day long.
All right, fuck,
you might be of use.
Always Germany?
Of course. The rich give to
the poor. Like Robin Hood.
No shitty cars, we
go for the best ones.
Lambo, Ferrari, McLaren,
Maybach, Porsche.
Fuck! This one.
Cameras, monitoring... Shit!
No screwdrivers and drills.
We use blendboxes now.
Your turn.
- Why won't he drive?
- We can't afford to lose an expert.
Delivering the car is the most risky
part. That's why we need a driver. Go on.
- What's that?
- Jager.
Booze?
Drink it before
crossing the border.
I might get tested.
Then breathe with your
ass. Step on it and scram.
- I might get caught.
- Then you're out.
No drink, no luck,
that's what they say.
- Eight hundred.
- Thanks, boss.
- One grand.
- Thanks, boss.
A grand? I got 800.
- Do you have boobs?
- Me?
She has, and got
a hundred per one.
- You're a sexist.
- Than give it back.
I've earned it. Not for boobs.
- For what then?
- For balls.
- Turn it up. I like this song.
- And I don't.
Turn this shit off.
You're not able
to... Not able to...
Boss.
Fuck! Not now, Pluto!
I found out about Stella.
She's still with that shithead?
- Worse. She works with him.
- But this prick's a carjacker.
She is too.
Fucking shit.
- I'd like a car like that.
- Take it.
Can't afford it.
You get 50 grams each month.
I've got expenses.
Fuck, quit gambling!
- Where's your head at?
- Don't start!
- What future do you have?
- And you?
None by your side.
All right, go. Get to it.
- I could quit gambling.
- Sure.
- Quit drugs.
- Right.
I dunno, work out maybe.
What is this shit about?
If it's supposed
to be a partnership
we should have a joint account
and split the money fifty-fifty.
You know what?
Take a good run up and bang
your head against the wall.
- You've changed your mind?
- The cops!
Fucking shit!
Am I bleeding? Fucking
hell, I knew it.
Fuck, the gates.
Don't scratch the car, it'll
lose value. Be careful.
Fuck! The cops! I'm outta here.
Fuck me.
Police! Head up! Hands
behind your back!
Police! On the ground! Lie down!
Fuck.
Don't move!
Stand back!
On the ground!
Lie down!
Five to eight years.
A waste of life.
Five to eight? Sir,
I only borrowed it.
No way to give it back.
Pay for the damages.
I'll pay in installments.
How? You're out of work.
- I'll manage.
- You won't without me.
- But I can help you.
- How?
You'll be a protected witness and
join the police fan club. How's that?
I won't rat out.
Everyone sells now, but
not everyone gains from it.
I'm not a snitch.
Too bad. If you won't, she will.
- Eight years.
- They'll give me probation.
But first a custody suite.
Shit can happen there.
You're gonna scare me now?
I pity you.
You've chosen the wrong
path, but only at the start.
You can still turn back.
I won't be a rat.
A witness, not a rat.
Honey, there's a difference.
Your boyfriend already
flipped. Now what?
Then he's not my
boyfriend anymore.
Death to rats!
The experts, the drivers, the
mechanics. I want all the names.
For your own safety, so
they won't bother you.
I was planning on moving anyway.
Do what you please, just
not here. Start talking.
- What did you do in Berlin on May 18th?
- I snipped a pig.
Speak fucking Polish.
- I stole a car.
- Better.
"Stella Zakrzewska's task was to
get the car to the stash house,
This car was also stolen. Her
pay was a thousand euros."
In your face.
Who gave you a thousand euros?
It's your last
chance, is that clear?
"The money was handed by the manager
of the car service at Fabryczna,
Waldemar Sumiński,
a.k.a Catfish."
Show me your hands! Keep your
head down! Look to the left!
Get up! Come on!
- Head down!
- Cover us!
We're out.
Keep your head
low! Keep it down!
Get in the car.
Zakrzewska, time to get out.
Fuck, how many more hearings?
You're getting out on bail.
No greeting?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Come back home, OK?
That whore's still around?
She's not a whore.
It's not my home.
If I didn't bail you
out, you'd be stuck here.
Thanks. I'll send
back the money.
Kid, you can't afford
it. Wake up, all right?
That's you all over, you
only care about money!
Stop it, Stellka...
You're only good
at giving money!
You've paid for the treatment,
but you don't talk to her!
How am I supposed to? How, if
she doesn't fucking speak?!
But she can hear!
I hold her hand and
talk to her for hours!
You can't afford
to have feelings.
That's why you can't afford me.
Dad.
- Beer with juice?
- Merci. Cuba libre.
On me.
- Do I know you?
- I know you, you're awesome.
I am. Get the fuck off.
The streets respect
you. You're famous.
- For what?
- Only you didn't rat out.
The rest shit their pants
and ratted everyone out.
It's on the house.
Respect, girl.
- To those who don't rat to the police!
- To tough women!
What's your name?
Stella, Nutella?
Stella.
I'm gonna get a tattoo of you on
my chest. From here up to there.
Stella, I forever, fuck yeah.
- Kasia will kill you.
- I'll get a tat of Kasia on my back.
Champagne, now we're talking!
Open it! Why only two glasses?
It's for the lady
from that gentleman.
I'm Janis.
The Janis?
You've heard of me?
Only bad things. You're
a serious mobster.
And I've heard you're
a feisty thief.
Thanks for the Champagne.
- We're not done yet.
- I'm done.
- Cinderella's legging it?
- There's no prince.
What about me?
- You don't look like one.
- Get in.
You got excited 'cause
you stole my carriage?
Forgot to leave your shoe.
Cinderella...
A ball... A shoe.
You mean a slipper.
- You can leave your number.
- I'd rather walk home.
- And the ball?
- It's over.
A dance at least.
Hear any music?
Play something.
- Not in a mood?
- Let go.
Give me your number.
Stop it. Everyone's watching.
What an embarrassment.
Who's watching?
We're all alone.
You have... beautiful eyes.
Your lips are so beautiful.
I have to kiss them.
507-412-747.
Hallo?
Not while we're eating,
for fuck's sake.
It's her.
Yes?
I see.
I'll be there.
See you.
I know this doesn't look good.
But we wanna talk, OK?
You know Aida.
My boys will look after her. I hope
she's a gift. I'll unpack it later.
She's not a gift. She's with me.
We don't want war, you know?
Yeah? Than what do you want?
To make sure... you'll not
harm a hair on her head,
Wanna see Kacper's head?
The deal is off, the
head is off, right?
Peace be upon you and
God's mercy and blessings.
In the name of God.
God with you.
Abdul Salam, peace be upon you.
Sahib, peace be upon you.
Amir.
Do you take Justyna as your wife,
as God and his prophet intended?
Yes, I do.
Justyna.
Do you take Amir as your husband
as God and his prophet intended?
Yes, I do.
In front of witnesses I
pronounce you husband and wife.
I love you.
I love you too.
Subtitle translation
by Igor Kaźmierczak