Kobiety mafii (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Episode #2.4 - full transcript
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Same cruise, new girl?
Can you imagine I pulled
her out of the water?
Good for you. You
found a fucking siren.
Her name's Aida. My
daughter, Stella.
Fuck off, I've got no head for
bitches. Can we go visit Mum now?
We can't do surgery. The aneurysm
is too close to the brain.
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.
Get the fuck out of
my mother's house.
If she stays here, I'm
getting the fuck out.
One more thing. Since it's a partnership,
we divide everything equally.
No need to support me.
- You'll get me a job.
- What kind of job?
Fuck! The cops! I'm outta here.
Police! Head up! Hands up!
Police! On the ground! Lie down!
Fuck!
Your boyfriend already
flipped. Now what?
Then he's not my
boyfriend anymore.
You've heard of me?
Only bad things. You're
a serious mobster.
- 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?
Your body is your weapon.
My body, my weapon.
Tits, ass, legs, you know.
Will I get a second
chance at life?
Don't waste this opportunity.
Is it really Blahnik?
Manolo. Season 2017.
The ones from Sex in the City.
Only three thousand.
After discount.
Fucking whores!
What if I'd like to buy
all the shoes? How much?
I'm broke.
- What about the two thousand?
- It's gone.
In one day?!
For example I could advise the
clients on different cuisines.
If there's a French cuisine
week, I know a few French tricks.
- Do you want to be rich?
- You're offering me money?
Royalty fee, to be precise.
- For an interview?
- For a book.
What about an advance?
EPISODE 4
A warm welcome for you and
our guest, Anna Ostrowska.
I think the name suits her well:
"the queen of Mokotów mafia."
Good evening, hi, hello.
She wrote a book...
Maybe I'll show it to the camera...
Swollen Ann on Mafia Queens.
- Is it an autobiography?
- Meaning?
Have you based this book
on personal experience?
Well... yes.
It's just that I can't admit it
because they'll bring new charges.
So it's true?
I'm not selling
a colt in a poke!
It's all true!
So what is the truth
about Polish mafia queens?
I'm good.
Manolo Blahnik, Versace,
Valentino, Chanel...
I'm sorry but we can't
advertise anything.
They don't need any advertising!
They're a class of their
own. Just look at that.
The glitter, the
notch, the heel...
OK, get it. The
look is important.
Yes... But... it's also important
to be a cultural person.
One has to be well-read.
Any titles?
Did your men talk
about what they do?
You know, it's a stressful job.
After work, my husband liked to
get a massage with a happy ending.
So you didn't ask him about
work? It's so interesting!
Does Lewandowska care which leg
her husband scored with? No!
A goal is a goal and
the money's there.
Oh, so you're like one of those
WAGs. A footballer's wife?
But... they are
rarely intelligent.
Yet footballers don't steal,
kill people or extort money.
Let's drop the work subject.
A life of a mobster is short.
Either prison or death.
- You are a widow.
- Well, yes.
Does the former mafia queen
get a second chance in life?
Yes, but I had to
find a new passion.
For example?
Well, I don't know... As
for me, for example...
My true passion is sex.
I'm really into it now.
What do you mean?
I mean I'm opening a
club for the ladies.
- Like the clubs for men?
- Like that, just the opposite.
Why are you laughing?
What? We have equal rights!
We have our needs, don't we?
Don't you have any needs? Haven't
you read Fifty Shades of Gray?
- I have.
- I haven't but I invite you nevertheless.
I'm inviting all
of you, sisters!
Wonderful!
Wonderful prosecco, beer with juice!
Brunette jokes, sweet men's asses!
Girls! I'm inviting
all of you, sisters!
Which camera? This one?
Here? There?
No more inequality!
Our gender is strong!
We can do the same
things they do!
Girls! Time to dust!
From today on we do speed
and fuck whoever we want!
I invite all of you, sisters!
Ann!
A toast.
For a new life.
Look in my eyes.
Oh, nice shoes. Just
like the ones I've sold.
So you...
Fucking hell.
Adaś...
Everything's working
fine down there?
It is. Why shouldn't it be?
Uh-huh. Have you ever
had a girlfriend?
Oh, no... This can't go on.
Oh, wow, Adaś...
It feels very
nice... to sit here.
Don't make him look
like a dickhead!
A dickhead?
Stand back.
Adaś!
No.
Wow!
A pony!
- A pony.
- A unicorn.
SWOLLEN ANN'S CLUB
All right... you have 30 seconds
to tell us about yourself.
Your name, place
of birth, hobby.
And than a pole dance.
And if I say "fuck
off," you fuck off.
Go ahead.
Fuck off.
- No, next one.
- But why?
No discussion.
Oh, no...
Please!
You have to say yes, please!
Come here, my babe, bow
before my mighty "epee"
Wait. Wrong.
Fuck off.
A dick juggler?
How many dicks at once
can you juggle with?
Eight, if the ceiling's higher.
- Excuse me, is this the show?
- No.
Fuck off.
Miss, this parrot
can actually speak.
Please.
Go on.
What was that?
No, wait for it. Now.
All right, I don't have
time for this shit.
No, please. One
last chance. Go on.
Come on, get the fuck
out with this parrot!
Did I slur my words?
You've fucked up again.
Did she slur some words?
How much did you pay for this?
It's Chinese, won't last long.
Has it ever been repaired?
No, fuck this shit!
I won't dance on it.
You don't like
it? Then fuck off!
This one seems the best.
The cowboy was the
best in my view.
He had something in his eyes.
Right, in his eyes.
I can also be a policeman.
And fuck people up
with pepper spray?
No, I have a big club.
Oh!
Turn it off.
It's from the office.
Hello?
- Fucking shit!
- Adaś!
Behave yourself. Badly,
but behave yourself.
They won't give us
a liquor license.
Fucking shit!
Just a quick word.
You took the money.
Where's the license?
We've surpassed the limit.
I've pushed it through the
committee. I can do no more.
So who can?
The mayor.
There are two licenses to
give. He opted for the second.
How much do we have to pay?
I don't know. Not my league.
What does he care about?
I don't know, his wife, kids?
Fuck, no idea.
Do you know anything?
He hung antlers
under the emblem.
What antlers?
Of a deer or fucking something.
He's a hunter.
He brags about his trophies
and his future goals.
- What are his goals?
- Once he complained about bears.
That... they're a protected
species and he'd give anything...
Fuck, the last time I saw
a bear was in a cartoon.
All right, fuck off.
We'll give you a call.
Got an idea?
Even better.
I've got a bear.
He's a retired circus bear.
- Does he know any tricks?
- He can ride a bike.
Oh.
- Nice car.
- Yeah, he'll go for it.
Where's the bear?
Can you imagine
we've found his lair?
Welcome to our raised blind!
Good bear. Go,
have some chicken.
Go, go.
Fucking hell!
There he is. Shoot!
Fuck me! What's that?
Gosh, you've shot a man.
Oh, fuck...
I think you've killed him!
Someone call the ambulance!
They'll lock me up!
Gentlemen, get out of here.
We'll take care of it.
Boss, let's flee.
- It was an accident!
- No use for crocodile tears. Fuck off.
You too. Go change your diaper.
You're lucky I gave him blanks.
To the women's paradise.
To a liquor license.
And to... a twat for a mayor.
I got my wheelchair
dirty in that forest.
I'll clean it for you.
Hello!
Damn, you look
hot. I'd fuck you.
I've told you. My
body, my weapon.
Soon you'll be out, Batman.
I have a task for you.
Find some Thai people and open
a Thai massage salon in my club.
- But I practice Muay Thai.
- Exactly. It's Thai, right?
- You'll have your own small business.
- All right, thanks.
Have you seen your son?
No. Not yet.
But I know what
school he goes to.
I have a plan how
to get Maciuś back.
Ouch!
How old are you, Pawełek?
- How old do I look?
- Quite old.
Aren't you too old
to earn like this?
Some girls like an old bear.
Uh-huh. No, no, no.
I don't do stuff like
that. I'm in love.
OK.
Wow.
Nice job.
He's good, ain't he?
- He has a gift for shooting.
- Did you gave him this gun?
Maschinenpistole MP40.
I've told you, no
fucking weapons.
Got it.
Now fuck off, you're
scaring people.
Good.
- I'll just say hello, all right?
- Sure.
Good morning. Paweł
Laskowski, I'm Kasia's father.
Daria.
- I remember you from parents' night.
- Thank you for inviting us.
- They seem to like each other.
- Apparently.
Maybe we'll get along too.
So? Care for some meringue?
No, thanks, I gotta be in shape.
Damn, tough times. All men care about
is diet and keeping shape. What's wrong?
- Just kidding, I'll have some.
- OK.
What do you do for a living?
I'm a salesman, but I
need to switch jobs.
It's getting hard to
raise Kasia alone.
Divorced?
A widower. And you?
What do you do?
I'm in international sales.
Also a single parent.
Unfortunately it's me again.
I'm sorry. Chairman
Tkarski is here.
- Business.
- I'll keep an eye on them.
Great.
Something with the
tender? What's wrong?
On the contrary,
the job is done.
- But there's something else.
- I'm listening.
I have a nephew. A good boy, but... he
lost his way, dropped out of college.
You want a shoulder to cry on?
He started doing coke.
He's clean now, but...
Are you suggesting I have something to
do with drugs? Do you wanna piss me off?
No.
But you're someone to be reckoned
with. My nephew got into debt.
Some dealer descends on
him... Threatens him.
I don't give a fuck.
Pay off your debts.
He'll pay.
It's just that he needs more time.
No need for this constant harassment.
All right.
Leave some way to
contact your nephew.
- I'd really appreciate it.
- I fucking hope so.
Who's that cunt?
A haircut. A beard.
A piece of ass.
What the fuck's this?!
I'd kick his ass myself.
Don't get them mixed up.
- You've got the money?
- No, not yet.
What the fuck?! You told me
you'll get it from your uncle.
What's this about?
We're having a chat.
We'd also like to talk.
- Then talk.
- With you, not with this cunt.
- Excuse me?
- Shut your face.
- You're a cunt too. What's with the shirt?
- To the car.
- But gentlemen, it's a mistake!
- Do I look like a mistake?
For the very fact of
dealing on our turf
you should be fucked
up and punished.
That cunt is
untouchable from now on.
Do you fucking get that?
Yes.
It's a pity. I'd
gladly smack you.
Who's your coke supplier?
What coke?
May I?
I won't ask you again. Who
do you get your coke from?
I bought it for my personal use.
You may.
Fuck!
Don't swear.
- Gentlemen...
- He's starting to talk.
Piotrek, for fuck's sake!
I'm Czesław.
Piotrek hands me the stuff
once a week. At Powązki.
Who does he work for?
I don't know, he
reached out to me.
How much do you charge?
- Two hundred and fifty.
- What the fuck is this crap?
It's no crap, pure stuff.
Sonny, don't fuck with me.
I'm not, sir.
When I make crack I get 0.95 g.
Normal or synthetic crack?
A fucking synthetic?!
Two hits and you're gone.
Two hundred and fifty?
Do you have anymore?
You wanna buy some?
All right.
It's almost pure cocaine, 98%.
- Are you sure?
- I'll do a resonance.
I'll check the spectrum but the
extraction and chromatography...
Fuck it! I know
you're smart. Pure?
Pure.
- Where is it from?
- Colombia.
Are you sure?
We had a sample from them.
It has the same composition.
It's our coke.
- The one they stole in Szczecin?
- Even you fucking get that.
It's none of the
groups. Who did it?
Bring me this fucking Piotruś,
who supplies our dealer.
State institutions, administration
and local self-government units...
Blah, blah.
Have the duty of
providing free aid...
Fuck, it's free.
To an Internal Security
Agency officer.
Officer Andrzej Lach.
How can I be of aid, my boy?
Now that you know
who I am, untie me.
No problem. But first a few questions.
Where did you get coke from?
Fuck you.
I'll ask again.
Fuck you.
Andrzejek... you're
making this difficult.
Are you fucking
nuts? I'm form ISA!
Too fucking bad. We'll
dismember an ISA officer.
- No, no, no!
- What the fuck?!
Fuck, let's talk, okay?
Then fucking talk,
I'm listening!
I don't decide on anything. State
your demands. I'll put them through.
To who?
I can't say.
If you hurry,
they'll stitch it on.
Don't leave me with her!
Why does she get to use
the chainsaw and not me?
Let me show you something.
What a pretty thing.
What's that?
Our Kacper. Do you
know tricks like that?
They take a decapitated head, put
it in a pot and cook it with roots.
When it's soft enough,
the shaman separates the
flesh from the bones.
As if taking off a glove.
No, I can't do it.
Then you stuff the head with soft,
wet sand, and put it back in the pot.
That's how the shrinking
process starts.
You gradually take out the sand
which makes the head shrink
and yet remain proportional.
How do you know that?
What do you mean?
I watch Discovery.
I'll talk! I will!
Seems like it's over.
What the fuck is this?
What an interesting condition.
You string a bow using
your wrist, not your arm.
Use three fingers.
Put it to your chin...
- Almost.
- Nice one.
Adam Zych!
Fuck.
So it was him.
ISIS TRAINING CAMP
God with you.
Goodbye, brother.
Get moving! Fucking shit!
Where's Amir?
He was supposed
to come with you.
He's in paradise.
Where?
In the eternal home.
Tell her! Tell her it
was her countrymen!
It was those dogs!
You should be ashamed
you're a Pole.
Shut up! He's a martyr.
Enough.
What is this? She
went crazy with grief!
Shut up, let me talk to her.
Easy.
It's destiny.
Why the fuck do you
keep following me?
You're mine.
I won't let you go.
I'll never be yours.
Why?
Because you're a brute.
And I want a sensitive boy.
I'm... very sensitive.
When you break people's
legs or extort money?
It might surprise you,
but I do have a heart.
Oh, really?
Then read this.
What's that?
A sonnet. By Shakespeare.
"Yet this abundant
issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans,
and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his
pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the
very birds are mute:
Or, if they sing, 'tis
with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale,
dreading the winter's near."
What was it about?
About a leaf.
Fuck, about a leaf!
Good one. Fucking good one.
Wake up.
What?
Get up.
Better now?
Let me fucking go!
Are you conscious?
I'll fucking kill you!
Dry off.
You're dead.
Luckily you're alive. You
have to eat something.
Get dressed.
You could have hurt yourself.
- What do you want?
- Amir was my brother.
- Then fuck off to his brothers!
- To Abdul and Sahib?
They're cowards. I'm
a warrior, like Amir.
- So why are you still alive?
- And you?
Put that down.
Show some hospitality, sister.
You don't even have cardamom.
At least I have coffee.
Coffee's no good,
you need a detox.
Are you a fucking doctor?
God has plans for you.
Who are you? Where
did you learn Polish?
I studied in Poland. My name,
Rashid, means "on a straight path."
I found this path
five years ago.
- In ISIS, for fuck's sake?
- It's something good. The rest is shit.
Life is meaningful now.
And death?
It depends. Yours
would be pointless.
My death, my business, OK?
You want to join Amir?
Shouldn't you avenge
his death first?
Do you know who killed him?
Girl, they are mere soldiers.
Why cut off tentacles?
Go for the head.
Who's the head?
Republic of Poland.
Would you like that?
Yes.
You need to think about it?
No.
I want to die by my own rules.
Subtitle translation
by Igor Kaźmierczak
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Same cruise, new girl?
Can you imagine I pulled
her out of the water?
Good for you. You
found a fucking siren.
Her name's Aida. My
daughter, Stella.
Fuck off, I've got no head for
bitches. Can we go visit Mum now?
We can't do surgery. The aneurysm
is too close to the brain.
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.
Get the fuck out of
my mother's house.
If she stays here, I'm
getting the fuck out.
One more thing. Since it's a partnership,
we divide everything equally.
No need to support me.
- You'll get me a job.
- What kind of job?
Fuck! The cops! I'm outta here.
Police! Head up! Hands up!
Police! On the ground! Lie down!
Fuck!
Your boyfriend already
flipped. Now what?
Then he's not my
boyfriend anymore.
You've heard of me?
Only bad things. You're
a serious mobster.
- 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?
Your body is your weapon.
My body, my weapon.
Tits, ass, legs, you know.
Will I get a second
chance at life?
Don't waste this opportunity.
Is it really Blahnik?
Manolo. Season 2017.
The ones from Sex in the City.
Only three thousand.
After discount.
Fucking whores!
What if I'd like to buy
all the shoes? How much?
I'm broke.
- What about the two thousand?
- It's gone.
In one day?!
For example I could advise the
clients on different cuisines.
If there's a French cuisine
week, I know a few French tricks.
- Do you want to be rich?
- You're offering me money?
Royalty fee, to be precise.
- For an interview?
- For a book.
What about an advance?
EPISODE 4
A warm welcome for you and
our guest, Anna Ostrowska.
I think the name suits her well:
"the queen of Mokotów mafia."
Good evening, hi, hello.
She wrote a book...
Maybe I'll show it to the camera...
Swollen Ann on Mafia Queens.
- Is it an autobiography?
- Meaning?
Have you based this book
on personal experience?
Well... yes.
It's just that I can't admit it
because they'll bring new charges.
So it's true?
I'm not selling
a colt in a poke!
It's all true!
So what is the truth
about Polish mafia queens?
I'm good.
Manolo Blahnik, Versace,
Valentino, Chanel...
I'm sorry but we can't
advertise anything.
They don't need any advertising!
They're a class of their
own. Just look at that.
The glitter, the
notch, the heel...
OK, get it. The
look is important.
Yes... But... it's also important
to be a cultural person.
One has to be well-read.
Any titles?
Did your men talk
about what they do?
You know, it's a stressful job.
After work, my husband liked to
get a massage with a happy ending.
So you didn't ask him about
work? It's so interesting!
Does Lewandowska care which leg
her husband scored with? No!
A goal is a goal and
the money's there.
Oh, so you're like one of those
WAGs. A footballer's wife?
But... they are
rarely intelligent.
Yet footballers don't steal,
kill people or extort money.
Let's drop the work subject.
A life of a mobster is short.
Either prison or death.
- You are a widow.
- Well, yes.
Does the former mafia queen
get a second chance in life?
Yes, but I had to
find a new passion.
For example?
Well, I don't know... As
for me, for example...
My true passion is sex.
I'm really into it now.
What do you mean?
I mean I'm opening a
club for the ladies.
- Like the clubs for men?
- Like that, just the opposite.
Why are you laughing?
What? We have equal rights!
We have our needs, don't we?
Don't you have any needs? Haven't
you read Fifty Shades of Gray?
- I have.
- I haven't but I invite you nevertheless.
I'm inviting all
of you, sisters!
Wonderful!
Wonderful prosecco, beer with juice!
Brunette jokes, sweet men's asses!
Girls! I'm inviting
all of you, sisters!
Which camera? This one?
Here? There?
No more inequality!
Our gender is strong!
We can do the same
things they do!
Girls! Time to dust!
From today on we do speed
and fuck whoever we want!
I invite all of you, sisters!
Ann!
A toast.
For a new life.
Look in my eyes.
Oh, nice shoes. Just
like the ones I've sold.
So you...
Fucking hell.
Adaś...
Everything's working
fine down there?
It is. Why shouldn't it be?
Uh-huh. Have you ever
had a girlfriend?
Oh, no... This can't go on.
Oh, wow, Adaś...
It feels very
nice... to sit here.
Don't make him look
like a dickhead!
A dickhead?
Stand back.
Adaś!
No.
Wow!
A pony!
- A pony.
- A unicorn.
SWOLLEN ANN'S CLUB
All right... you have 30 seconds
to tell us about yourself.
Your name, place
of birth, hobby.
And than a pole dance.
And if I say "fuck
off," you fuck off.
Go ahead.
Fuck off.
- No, next one.
- But why?
No discussion.
Oh, no...
Please!
You have to say yes, please!
Come here, my babe, bow
before my mighty "epee"
Wait. Wrong.
Fuck off.
A dick juggler?
How many dicks at once
can you juggle with?
Eight, if the ceiling's higher.
- Excuse me, is this the show?
- No.
Fuck off.
Miss, this parrot
can actually speak.
Please.
Go on.
What was that?
No, wait for it. Now.
All right, I don't have
time for this shit.
No, please. One
last chance. Go on.
Come on, get the fuck
out with this parrot!
Did I slur my words?
You've fucked up again.
Did she slur some words?
How much did you pay for this?
It's Chinese, won't last long.
Has it ever been repaired?
No, fuck this shit!
I won't dance on it.
You don't like
it? Then fuck off!
This one seems the best.
The cowboy was the
best in my view.
He had something in his eyes.
Right, in his eyes.
I can also be a policeman.
And fuck people up
with pepper spray?
No, I have a big club.
Oh!
Turn it off.
It's from the office.
Hello?
- Fucking shit!
- Adaś!
Behave yourself. Badly,
but behave yourself.
They won't give us
a liquor license.
Fucking shit!
Just a quick word.
You took the money.
Where's the license?
We've surpassed the limit.
I've pushed it through the
committee. I can do no more.
So who can?
The mayor.
There are two licenses to
give. He opted for the second.
How much do we have to pay?
I don't know. Not my league.
What does he care about?
I don't know, his wife, kids?
Fuck, no idea.
Do you know anything?
He hung antlers
under the emblem.
What antlers?
Of a deer or fucking something.
He's a hunter.
He brags about his trophies
and his future goals.
- What are his goals?
- Once he complained about bears.
That... they're a protected
species and he'd give anything...
Fuck, the last time I saw
a bear was in a cartoon.
All right, fuck off.
We'll give you a call.
Got an idea?
Even better.
I've got a bear.
He's a retired circus bear.
- Does he know any tricks?
- He can ride a bike.
Oh.
- Nice car.
- Yeah, he'll go for it.
Where's the bear?
Can you imagine
we've found his lair?
Welcome to our raised blind!
Good bear. Go,
have some chicken.
Go, go.
Fucking hell!
There he is. Shoot!
Fuck me! What's that?
Gosh, you've shot a man.
Oh, fuck...
I think you've killed him!
Someone call the ambulance!
They'll lock me up!
Gentlemen, get out of here.
We'll take care of it.
Boss, let's flee.
- It was an accident!
- No use for crocodile tears. Fuck off.
You too. Go change your diaper.
You're lucky I gave him blanks.
To the women's paradise.
To a liquor license.
And to... a twat for a mayor.
I got my wheelchair
dirty in that forest.
I'll clean it for you.
Hello!
Damn, you look
hot. I'd fuck you.
I've told you. My
body, my weapon.
Soon you'll be out, Batman.
I have a task for you.
Find some Thai people and open
a Thai massage salon in my club.
- But I practice Muay Thai.
- Exactly. It's Thai, right?
- You'll have your own small business.
- All right, thanks.
Have you seen your son?
No. Not yet.
But I know what
school he goes to.
I have a plan how
to get Maciuś back.
Ouch!
How old are you, Pawełek?
- How old do I look?
- Quite old.
Aren't you too old
to earn like this?
Some girls like an old bear.
Uh-huh. No, no, no.
I don't do stuff like
that. I'm in love.
OK.
Wow.
Nice job.
He's good, ain't he?
- He has a gift for shooting.
- Did you gave him this gun?
Maschinenpistole MP40.
I've told you, no
fucking weapons.
Got it.
Now fuck off, you're
scaring people.
Good.
- I'll just say hello, all right?
- Sure.
Good morning. Paweł
Laskowski, I'm Kasia's father.
Daria.
- I remember you from parents' night.
- Thank you for inviting us.
- They seem to like each other.
- Apparently.
Maybe we'll get along too.
So? Care for some meringue?
No, thanks, I gotta be in shape.
Damn, tough times. All men care about
is diet and keeping shape. What's wrong?
- Just kidding, I'll have some.
- OK.
What do you do for a living?
I'm a salesman, but I
need to switch jobs.
It's getting hard to
raise Kasia alone.
Divorced?
A widower. And you?
What do you do?
I'm in international sales.
Also a single parent.
Unfortunately it's me again.
I'm sorry. Chairman
Tkarski is here.
- Business.
- I'll keep an eye on them.
Great.
Something with the
tender? What's wrong?
On the contrary,
the job is done.
- But there's something else.
- I'm listening.
I have a nephew. A good boy, but... he
lost his way, dropped out of college.
You want a shoulder to cry on?
He started doing coke.
He's clean now, but...
Are you suggesting I have something to
do with drugs? Do you wanna piss me off?
No.
But you're someone to be reckoned
with. My nephew got into debt.
Some dealer descends on
him... Threatens him.
I don't give a fuck.
Pay off your debts.
He'll pay.
It's just that he needs more time.
No need for this constant harassment.
All right.
Leave some way to
contact your nephew.
- I'd really appreciate it.
- I fucking hope so.
Who's that cunt?
A haircut. A beard.
A piece of ass.
What the fuck's this?!
I'd kick his ass myself.
Don't get them mixed up.
- You've got the money?
- No, not yet.
What the fuck?! You told me
you'll get it from your uncle.
What's this about?
We're having a chat.
We'd also like to talk.
- Then talk.
- With you, not with this cunt.
- Excuse me?
- Shut your face.
- You're a cunt too. What's with the shirt?
- To the car.
- But gentlemen, it's a mistake!
- Do I look like a mistake?
For the very fact of
dealing on our turf
you should be fucked
up and punished.
That cunt is
untouchable from now on.
Do you fucking get that?
Yes.
It's a pity. I'd
gladly smack you.
Who's your coke supplier?
What coke?
May I?
I won't ask you again. Who
do you get your coke from?
I bought it for my personal use.
You may.
Fuck!
Don't swear.
- Gentlemen...
- He's starting to talk.
Piotrek, for fuck's sake!
I'm Czesław.
Piotrek hands me the stuff
once a week. At Powązki.
Who does he work for?
I don't know, he
reached out to me.
How much do you charge?
- Two hundred and fifty.
- What the fuck is this crap?
It's no crap, pure stuff.
Sonny, don't fuck with me.
I'm not, sir.
When I make crack I get 0.95 g.
Normal or synthetic crack?
A fucking synthetic?!
Two hits and you're gone.
Two hundred and fifty?
Do you have anymore?
You wanna buy some?
All right.
It's almost pure cocaine, 98%.
- Are you sure?
- I'll do a resonance.
I'll check the spectrum but the
extraction and chromatography...
Fuck it! I know
you're smart. Pure?
Pure.
- Where is it from?
- Colombia.
Are you sure?
We had a sample from them.
It has the same composition.
It's our coke.
- The one they stole in Szczecin?
- Even you fucking get that.
It's none of the
groups. Who did it?
Bring me this fucking Piotruś,
who supplies our dealer.
State institutions, administration
and local self-government units...
Blah, blah.
Have the duty of
providing free aid...
Fuck, it's free.
To an Internal Security
Agency officer.
Officer Andrzej Lach.
How can I be of aid, my boy?
Now that you know
who I am, untie me.
No problem. But first a few questions.
Where did you get coke from?
Fuck you.
I'll ask again.
Fuck you.
Andrzejek... you're
making this difficult.
Are you fucking
nuts? I'm form ISA!
Too fucking bad. We'll
dismember an ISA officer.
- No, no, no!
- What the fuck?!
Fuck, let's talk, okay?
Then fucking talk,
I'm listening!
I don't decide on anything. State
your demands. I'll put them through.
To who?
I can't say.
If you hurry,
they'll stitch it on.
Don't leave me with her!
Why does she get to use
the chainsaw and not me?
Let me show you something.
What a pretty thing.
What's that?
Our Kacper. Do you
know tricks like that?
They take a decapitated head, put
it in a pot and cook it with roots.
When it's soft enough,
the shaman separates the
flesh from the bones.
As if taking off a glove.
No, I can't do it.
Then you stuff the head with soft,
wet sand, and put it back in the pot.
That's how the shrinking
process starts.
You gradually take out the sand
which makes the head shrink
and yet remain proportional.
How do you know that?
What do you mean?
I watch Discovery.
I'll talk! I will!
Seems like it's over.
What the fuck is this?
What an interesting condition.
You string a bow using
your wrist, not your arm.
Use three fingers.
Put it to your chin...
- Almost.
- Nice one.
Adam Zych!
Fuck.
So it was him.
ISIS TRAINING CAMP
God with you.
Goodbye, brother.
Get moving! Fucking shit!
Where's Amir?
He was supposed
to come with you.
He's in paradise.
Where?
In the eternal home.
Tell her! Tell her it
was her countrymen!
It was those dogs!
You should be ashamed
you're a Pole.
Shut up! He's a martyr.
Enough.
What is this? She
went crazy with grief!
Shut up, let me talk to her.
Easy.
It's destiny.
Why the fuck do you
keep following me?
You're mine.
I won't let you go.
I'll never be yours.
Why?
Because you're a brute.
And I want a sensitive boy.
I'm... very sensitive.
When you break people's
legs or extort money?
It might surprise you,
but I do have a heart.
Oh, really?
Then read this.
What's that?
A sonnet. By Shakespeare.
"Yet this abundant
issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans,
and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his
pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the
very birds are mute:
Or, if they sing, 'tis
with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale,
dreading the winter's near."
What was it about?
About a leaf.
Fuck, about a leaf!
Good one. Fucking good one.
Wake up.
What?
Get up.
Better now?
Let me fucking go!
Are you conscious?
I'll fucking kill you!
Dry off.
You're dead.
Luckily you're alive. You
have to eat something.
Get dressed.
You could have hurt yourself.
- What do you want?
- Amir was my brother.
- Then fuck off to his brothers!
- To Abdul and Sahib?
They're cowards. I'm
a warrior, like Amir.
- So why are you still alive?
- And you?
Put that down.
Show some hospitality, sister.
You don't even have cardamom.
At least I have coffee.
Coffee's no good,
you need a detox.
Are you a fucking doctor?
God has plans for you.
Who are you? Where
did you learn Polish?
I studied in Poland. My name,
Rashid, means "on a straight path."
I found this path
five years ago.
- In ISIS, for fuck's sake?
- It's something good. The rest is shit.
Life is meaningful now.
And death?
It depends. Yours
would be pointless.
My death, my business, OK?
You want to join Amir?
Shouldn't you avenge
his death first?
Do you know who killed him?
Girl, they are mere soldiers.
Why cut off tentacles?
Go for the head.
Who's the head?
Republic of Poland.
Would you like that?
Yes.
You need to think about it?
No.
I want to die by my own rules.
Subtitle translation
by Igor Kaźmierczak