Kobiety mafii (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Episode #2.5 - full transcript

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We can't do surgery. The aneurysm
is too close to the brain.

Let's take Mum home.

We'll find a nursing home.
She'll have the best care there.

Why the fuck do you
keep following me?

You're mine.

I won't let you go.

Where's Amir?

It's destiny.

Good morning. Paweł
Laskowski, I'm Kasia's father.

Daria.

I remember. Parents' night.



- It's almost pure cocaine, 98%.
- Are you sure?

We had a sample from them.
It has the same composition.

It's our coke.

EPISODE 5

Finger to the chin, string
to the nose and mouth.

Aim and shoot.

- Kasia, your dad is here!
- Fuck.

Hey, how do you know such words?

- From me.
- And you?

- Shall I tell?
- No.

- Just a bit longer.
- We're going home.

What home?

- Kate...
- It's not our home anymore.

Come on...



Let them play a bit longer.
We'll have some coffee.

Okay.

Half an hour!

You have a great daughter.

But I'm a poor father.

Is it so bad?

I'm not able to protect her.

What's wrong?

They're evicting us.

- Who?
- Waldemar.

That's what he calls himself.

The landlord?

No, the caretaker. The owner
turns out to be in Hamburg.

First they quadrupled the rent,
then terminated our lease.

It's their right, isn't it?

No, we had a one-year
notice period.

They want us to leave now.

First they cut off the cable TV. Then
the gas and water. And now the power.

So you have to negotiate.

Do you know how they negotiate?

They seal the locks...

make a hole in the ceiling
and pour in sewage,

smear the door with shit

and throw carrion
in the mailbox.

Fuck!

Kasia is so scared
she wets the bed.

And she's eleven.
Do you get that?

We don't have running water.

You need to make
a deal with him.

- It won't work!
- Don't take no for an answer.

You have to start
speaking his language.

- And shit on his doormat?
- Why not?

- No, it would only make it worse.
- Or make it better.

- Trust me.
- No, no. You don't know him.

- Then introduce me.
- You?

I have a gift for
resolving conflicts.

I kid you not.

Second floor on the
left. There's no tag.

- Will he come?
- I promised him money. He won't let go.

See you after the show.
Don't lose the kids.

Are you sure?

The keys!

- Bye.
- Bye. Come on.

Come in!

Good morning.

Don't you lock
the doors anymore?

What's ours is yours.

- Where's the tenant?
- At the movies.

- What fucking movies? Where's my money?
- You can forget about that.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm filling in for Paweł. I'm
sort of his representative.

He gave you as payment?

Do you think I'm
worth that much?

I'll fuck you in advance.

- No.
- Why not?

I'll fuck you.

You fucking bitch!

What's that?

Mr handyman's up
for some repairs.

Get the fuck off.

- Nailing or drilling?
- I'll drill, you'll nail.

The fuck's wrong with
you? What are you doing?

The file.

Wood file or metal file?

File his teeth till
he wets himself.

Say "Aah."

You've wet yourself like Kasia.

We have running water
again. It's for you.

Fuck, you've made a cheesecake?

How did you do it?

Oh, come on, I used
a bit of persuasion.

- I'll cut it.
- No, I'll do it. Make some tea.

- Like an old couple.
- It scares me.

- Some wine?
- Yes, please.

- What shall we drink to?
- To our kids' parents.

I’ll drink to that.

Waldek, don't be so frightened.

- Hi, Stellka.
- Hi.

We know each other.

"Know"? I wouldn't say that.

We met once.

I thought we made...
an agreement back then.

We've set the boundaries.

I still respect that. We
don't get in each other's way.

- So what are you doing here with her?
- It's not work related.

You know she's my
fucking daughter.

And my woman.

I'm still here, all right?

I'll decide.

- Let's go.
- Stellka, wait.

You don't know what you're
getting into. He's a bad man.

And you're the fucking good one?

Listen... Janis, right?

You know what?
Let me tell you...

Fuck off! It's not
your fucking business.

Fuck off!

Get the fuck off!

- I'll kill this fucker! He's fucking dead!
- Boss, not in public!

What the fuck?

If he weren't your
father he'd be dead.

-You're just like
him -I am who I am.

I'm fed up with both of you.

You don't like it? Then goodbye.

Wait!

I'm sorry! I am like your father!
But I want to change for you!

Boss, it's the cops!

Fucking prick! That
cock loving asshole!

"He fell asleep on the hay.

When he woke up, oh my!
Some creature snuck in

and was about to eat his meal.

He jumped and screamed as
if struck by lightning..."

I'm sorry.

What do you want?

If an apology is not enough,
tell me what you want.

Sit down.

Thank you.

You're not the same as him.

He doesn't come here.

Do you read your mother poems?

I know this one by heart.
It was my bedtime story.

Parents eventually
become our children.

I don't want to
live by her image.

She has a wonderful daughter.

And I don't.

Everything's ahead of you.

Of us.

Do you want children?

With you? Of course.

They'd hate you.

And I'd end up like her, mixing more
booze and hypnotics because of you.

She didn't take enough.

I didn't know.

You don't know anything,
Janis Anderson.

You know how to smuggle, harass,
kill, but nothing about ordinary life.

I bet you don't want to know.

What is ordinary life?

When nobody wakes you up
at six with a stun grenade,

no one drags you out of
bed looking for evidence,

cuffing your father nor
twisting your mother's arms.

I wake up each day at 5:45.

I look out the window
in fear of the police.

I can't have children with you.

My father has a
workshop in Riga.

He makes shoes.

Maybe...

I could import them.

For you... I'd
become a shoemaker.

I could marry a shoemaker.

Hi.

Not even a hello?

You've said you're
done with that!

I will be.

But not right away.

I have supplies...
customers waiting.

I can't quit just like that.

You can.

- Leave it.
- I'll flush it!

- You'll poison the city!
- I'll get them high.

It's potassium cyanide.

I bought it in Ukraine.

Two months ago.

What the fuck for?

For me it's a commodity.

I have a buyer for it.

We're over.

Stella...

Please...

Don't do this.

I won't let you leave!

- Because you love me?
- Yes!

Then take poison,
'cause it's over!

I will quit this!

You haven't so far.

You won't fool me twice.

Will you believe
it if you see it?

I wanna report smuggling.

Container port in
Szczecin. The ship Chęcin.

Four hundred cartons of
cigarettes as printer paper.

- Do you believe me now?
- Not until I see it.

Look.

Mommy...

This is Janis. I'm
in love with him.

Good morning.

I'm also deeply...

deeply in love
with your daughter.

And...

I am very serious... about her.

- How do you say it here?
- Ask for my hand.

I want to ask for
your daughter's hand.

And this is... the
engagement ring.

Thank you, Mommy.

"May God let you drink
from the fountain of life.

You are dust, and to
dust you shall return.

But the Lord shall raise
you to life on the last day.

Live on peacefully."

- Amen.
- Amen.

Welcome, our Queen

Mother of Mercy

You are our hope...

- What's fucking Janis?
- It's his car.

Furniture delivery to flat
12. Will you let us in?

"And, thou away, the
very birds are silent;"

"Mute."

I'll get it.

Janis!

Massive internal trauma.

How long will she be asleep?

She'll be monitored.

What can I do?

Nothing.

Here you go.

All of them?

Eight. The second victim
was shot nine times.

You can keep those ones.

Has anyone come
to claim the body?

A family from Riga.

That's all, thank you.

Do the ballistics, pay off
the cops. I have to know.

- Boss, it was an accident.
- What fucking accident?!

Can't he shoot?! My daughter almost
got killed. Which one was it?

What can I say? Tough luck.

- No one here to greet us?
- No.

When will I meet the others?

If you won't meet them,
you won't give them up.

No chance of that when I'm dead.

- You don't know if you'll make it.
- I will.

It's my destiny.

You were gone a while.

Quite a while. I was
here in my former life.

You can always come back to it.

I had enough, I don't
want to mourn anymore.

Soon you'll meet with Amir.

I hope so.

Do your duty and the
Lord will repay you.

Pray for it because if not I'll
return as a demon and fuck you up.

- Everything fine?
- Not quite. I'm going crazy.

Are you in such a hurry to
get to heaven? Here you go.

- What's that?
- Your time of death.

- 15th August?
- In three weeks' time.

How many will die?

The ones behind Amir's
death are what counts.

Justyna.

Will you do it?

I will.

For Amir.

- God willing.
- God willing.

Fucking hell!

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Please leave all metal
objects you have and your bag.

Over here, please.

Thank you.

To the customer service, please.

- Why here?
- And why not?

Are you afraid of something?
Having suicidal thoughts?

Want to jump out of the window?

Do I have a reason?

You tell me.

Let me think about it.

Do you mean the mislaid
900 kilos of cocaine?

I have nothing to do with it.

- Do you believe me?
- I don't think so.

Then please do, and I'll believe you
didn't want to sell the coke on the side.

So what? Are we still a team?

- We are.
- Great.

Are you still in touch with the guy
who sold you trotyl for Ożarowscy?

Yeah, maybe I am.

I know a guy who wants to
buy explosives, help him out.

- Do it yourself. It'll be faster.
- What do I have you for?

- Something's wrong?
- Everything's fine.

I'll tip my boys off.

Daria.

Nice lipstick.

I know.

Morning.

- Morning.
- Morning.

All of this was
stolen from the mine.

- How much do you need?
- Twenty kilos.

Of what? Metanite?
Barbarite? Dynamite?

- What's the difference?
- Weren't you a muckman?

A miner.

Me? A miner? Not
in a fucking life.

Dynamite is red,
barbarite is brown.

- Which one do you want?
- No difference. Strong one.

You'll get barbarite.

I have a lot of
it. Pass the pouch.

The bag!

- What if it blows up under my ass?
- It won't, no worries.

Here's the detonating fuse. Now you
can puff up the Palace of Culture.

Got it? Blow the fuck up
the Palace of Culture.

- Let's see how it works.
- Are you fucking nuts?

Have you ever blown up a thing
like this? It's our chance.

Fuck that shit, put it away.

Fuck.

You're not sensible.

Take it easy.

It's not done yet.

I'm here about something else.

- Recognize it?
- Barbarite.

- Do you know these things?
- It's explosives.

It contains about 40% sodium chloride,
and often some ammonium chloride.

Could you dismantle it so it won't
blow up and put it back together?

- No problem.
- You'll put a GPS there.

- Can I ask why?
- No.

Go.

Alone?

We're trying to
keep a low profile.

No worries, I'll
avenge your death.

- Do you have it?
- Twenty kilos.

- And the fuse?
- First the money.

Well, well.

A ghost.

What's up?

A wife of someone I knew.

Why are we tracking
the explosives?

So it won't fucking blow us up.

Looks easy, right?

Was it a kilo?

You'll detonate 19 kilos.

It'll blow me to fucking pieces.

Is that a problem?

No. I don't have to use make-up.

Can you handle it?

Gallop and jumps, no problem.

- But I don't know the drill.
- We'll get you a coach.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

I'd like to show you something.

Who are you, anyway?

Come closer, Sławek.

Have a look.

Fractured hip bone.

Not good.

It's a hit-and-run.
You'll get...

several years.

I didn't see him.

I was in shock.

I could delete it.

How?

The services have their
ways. But not for free.

How much?

You'll pay in kind and help
a noble cause in the process.

You want me to stick my ass out?

We need to have an
agent in the parade.

This is your meeting point.

Someone may recognize me.

Girl, there'll be 5,000 people there;
500 horses, knights, lancers, Uhlans.

We have to get rid of Sławek.

He's here for the
money, he might rat out.

You'll ride with them along
shore to the fountains.

There's a government stand
there. And then boom.

The end.

The beginning.

Subtitle translation
by Igor Kaźmierczak