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Everybody knows that the Polish mafia
has hurt a lotta people,

but have you ever wondered
how many people hurt the Polish mafia?

I'd say there's one man.

That was Masa.

He hurt a lotta decent thugs

with all the stories
he pulled out of his fat ass.

Since he was the first one
to open his mouth and snitch,

everybody took his bullshit as gospel.

But the real truth about gangsters...

PRESENT DAY

...is a completely different story.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I've just been informed that...

Yes! He's here!

Here he comes!

The third part of your saga
begins with a rather poetic description.

Half a ton of cocaine that you set aflame

to stop it from reaching
the Polish market.

Well, yeah.
I wanted to protect the people of Poland

from the evil of drugs.

Especially

the younger generation.

I was born in a shithole
called The Polish People's Republic.

Contrary to popular belief,
you don't have to be brought up

in a fucked-up family
to become a gangster.

I had a place to live and sleep.

I had loving parents
and a wonderful sister.

I really don't know how a piece of shit
like me got a family like that.

RUG BEATING ALLOWED 8-11 & 16-20

It looks like they brought the coal.

I said they brought the coal!

Well, that's perfect timing.

Goal!

Goal!

HOW I BECAME A GANGSTER

What's on your face?

Tomato soup, I guess.

It's still there.

And that?

- Oh.
- What about that?

I was chasing Laura
and hit myself on the door.

Yeah.

Almost fell off its hinges
when he smacked it.

Hmm.

- I thought you had been fighting again.
- Hmm.

Yeah, you wish, Dad.

I'm finished. Thank you, Mama.

A good gangster will always tell you
the story you wanna hear.

As long as I can remember,
I fuckin' fought with anyone.

Multiple fights a day.

On the playground,
I learned what nowadays they call MMA,

Krav Maga, or some shit like that.

Always go into a fight
pretending you're their bitch.

And when that dumbass loser buys it,

you can start playing your own game.

But you'll get your ass kicked sometimes.

I'm in shock.
I just can't believe this.

Your son is a little, pint-size hitman.

Call me little again, bitch.

Please, sir, could I ask you
to consider no consequences?

My son's been a little... lost.

But he's a good boy.

Talented, intelligent.

He doesn't steal!

Why don't we call it

our last chance to learn.

Thank you very much, sir. I appreciate it.

You see, son?

Thank Mr. Headmaster.

Did you at least win?

I was ten years old.

I didn't know who I'd become,

but I promised myself I would never,

ever

let any fuckin' loser catch me again.

♪ We don't have the power
But we never say never ♪

♪ Sitting in a sandpit
Life is a short trip... ♪

As a young troublemaker,
I loved to steal my dad's cab.

♪ Can you imagine
When this race is won? ♪

I didn't know the city,
so I followed the nighttime bus route.

Stop here!

That's when
I first laid my eyes on them.

Watch out!
I told you to get the fuck...

They weren't working, they didn't
sleep at night, they had money,

whores, cars.

They could fight as much as they wanted,
and no one could do shit about it.

Those are gangsters!

Gangsters.

I told myself

that one day I'd be one of them.

Taxi?

Wanker!

♪ Do you really want to live forever? ♪

♪ Forever young ♪

Solidarity movement, Wałęsa,

Popiełuszko, martial law.
I didn't give a shit about any of it.

In the '80s, the state was the mafia.
That's where the biggest scams were.

You wanted to make money.
You had to cooperate.

Backed by the state, Nikoś stole
luxury cars in Western Germany,

Barabasz robbed trucks,
Malizna traded in currencies,

Słowik handled burglaries,
and Pershing opened casinos.

Small-time crooks
were turning into serious gangsters.

I wanted to be like them.

I was a skinny kid,
but I looked mature for my age.

My first business idea

was brought to me
by this one lovely girl I knew.

Dorotka.

Her moral code
had been all fucked up since childhood,

but she was loyal and hardworking.

Qualities that must've helped her become
a member of parliament in the late '90s.

You were incredible at that.

It was a great pleasure
doing business with you.

Shitty fuckin' line, I admit.

- Even though people say you're a...
- You have cigarettes, hm?

Yeah, my dad's got a pack there. Take it.

No. Fuck the pack.

For this service,
I'll charge the whole carton.

"This service"?

Did you really think that was,
um, uh, something I enjoy?

Yeah.

Hm. You're cute and everything.

But not that cute.

Okay. A hundred is fine, then.

THE MAN WITH THE WHITE EYES

So, hey...

Got some other girlfriends
you think are willing to...

I mean...

...do these kinds of things?

Like prostitutes?

- Yeah.
- I do.

I have a friend.

A sister.

A mother.

I couldn't believe how lucky I was.

I had my first gangster's revelation,

all thanks to this young whore.

Maybe not the mom.

♪ The night we met I knew
I needed you so ♪

♪ And if I had the chance I... ♪

It was a great idea for a business.

I'm not saying I invented whoring,

but it was enough to connect
these few facts.

Some ID, sir.

He's my son.

♪ So won't you please be my... ♪

First of all,
I was surrounded by simple women

that simply didn't expect
much from the world.

Secondly, my father
drove around rich Arabs

whose needs were clearly specified.

Welcome to Poland.

Lech Wałęsa.

Ha-ha. Yes, yes.

Where are we headed?

The women.

Anal sex.

Mister, this country is Catholic.

Here's some anal sex for you.

Get out.

Get out of the cab.
Get out of my cab, please.

Come on now, man. Get out.

Lech Wałęsa.

Don't put your dirty ass
on my seat with your anal sex.

I'll show you anal sex.

My father was closed off
to other religions.

I wasn't.

Especially the more lucrative,
profitable ones.

I was probably the only guy in the city
giving pocket money back to his dad.

Well, you're fuckin' welcome.

I connected one thing to another,

and in one night, I made more dough
than my old man in a month.

What about her?

Driver.

Hang on a minute. I'll go.

I'll be right back.

My father certainly had his concerns.

The girls were happy
'cause they made good money.

The Arabs because they got anal sex.

- But I desperately needed more adrenaline.
- Let go! Stop!

Thank God. Now there we go.

Get away from me!

Son?

My God!

You're making a living doing this, huh?

Daddy, he was trying to beat up my, uh...

girlfriend.

Hello, nice to meet you.

I'm Ryszard.

Wait in the car.

Daddy...

Okay. I'm going.

Uh, goodbye, sir!

You're really fucked now, aren't you?

Do I take it?

Not an option.

Sooner or later,
the whores would sell me out.

Should I be boring and give it back?
Not an option.

Fortunately, I chose option number three.

Gentlemen,

tonight you all helped me

realize something really important.

That whatever you do,

don't make it about the money.

All right? We're okay?

And one last thing.

Money can be stolen,
thrown away, squandered,

or you can fuckin' wipe your ass with it.

But there are things money can't buy.

Adrenaline.

Pride.

A sense of power.

Integrity.

You were incredible at that!

It was a great pleasure
doing business with you.

It doesn't matter what people might say...

...we'll always be like brothers.

That's when I saw the kid
for the first time.

A dozen years later,
he'd be my best friend,

and I'd have to stab him in the back.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The mafia is stronger
when the state is weaker.

In the '90s, we treated the police
like our dumbass distant cousins.

Pershing and the old Pruszków thugs
ran the whole country.

Their captains, Kiełbasa, Bryndziak,

and the future literary
Nobel Prize laureate,

Masa, ruled Poland.

Assaults on trucks,

smuggling booze,

cigarettes,

cocaine, extortion,

whores, protection.

And how did I end up here?

Who are these guys, really?

I can't fit it on my head.

Fuck!

Are we fuckin' stealing honey
or something?

Oh no. Sorry.
I wasn't supposed to start this part yet.

Here we go again.

Gniezno was the first capital of Poland,

Kraków was second,

the third was Warsaw,

and the fourth was Pruszków.

And me,

I got promoted to corporal.

Had almost 30 people under me.

I heard that you make
the best cappuccino in town, ma'am.

And every week,
each one of my soldiers

brought me back a fat stack of cash.

Magi wants to see him!

Magi's asking for you.

Yes, Magi.

- Wait right there. I'll check you.
- I don't have a gun!

Mmm, Mariuszek!

You a queer or something?

Ah fuck!

Magi.

He might have been slimy and obnoxious,

but he was down to earth

and always made a profit.

In the heyday of Pruszków,

he was one of the five members
of the Fellowship of the Ring.

The king always fucks the queen.

You think I got those bouncers
at a street fair somewhere?

He messed with me.

Fuck. No, he didn't.
He's a bouncer. Obviously.

Go beat up on someone else. Not my team.

Mariuszek is choking.
Send someone in here.

I got an idea.

You don't just come up
with great ideas just like that.

Someone else usually
makes you come up with them.

Hey, my brother works
at the main post office.

That's great and all, but think we can
talk about it in 30 seconds or so?

All right.

Okay, so... Fuck.

- I'm listening. What is it?
- No... Listen up.

He hasn't been working there for long,

but he's generally really smart,
and he picks up on things...

The idea usually comes
from the inside.

Someone who contacts the gangster
and tells him what he knows.

And he can tell you what he wants.
But who knows? Maybe you'll strike a deal?

- But in this case, the man was a rat.
- ...the money's pathetic.

Bullied by his own mother,
beaten up by the boys, ignored by girls.

During the Second World War,
rats snitched on Jews,

in communist times, on the oppositionists,

and in the '90s, on their co-workers.

Just to feel important for a brief moment.

They live like rats... and die like rats.

So, listen.

On the fourth of each month,
right at 11 a.m. sharp.

The suitcase contains about 1.5 million.

The wages of every
post office employee in Warsaw.

Five guns and five men.

You want my permission to do it?

I do.

Twenty percent is for you.

Did you not understand that someone
has to come pick up fucking Mariuszek?

So, son...

you're an assassin in the mafia.

You go at it all on your own.

So, it's a no.

But now it's time
for the real Operation Arsenal.

I agree, that's for sure.

Phew. Long live the Pruszków mafia.

Although...

"Although" what, bitch?

Crowbar will run the operation.

If it all goes well,
we'll decide the next step. Yeah?

Did I mention
why Magi was called Magi?

It's because whatever you cook,

once you add Magi,
it'll lose all its flavor.

That motherfucker
put that shit on everything.

"The victim was killed
with a blunt object."

You've probably heard that line
in cop shows.

And were probably wondering
what the fuck it actually meant.

Well, Crowbar, here,
is a blunt fuckin' object.

Ask him what two plus two is,
he'll freeze for a week.

That idiot was to head up
my Operation Arsenal.

A subtle, precise, discreet operation.

Hey, yo, brother.

I heard there's a job to do.

Subtle, precise, and discreet.

I'm Crowbar. And he's Crowbar Jr.

Lil Cro-cro.

Crowbutt?

No, no. Uh, it's Crowbar, for sure.

Magi said you got something.

What weight do you fight at?

Which rat tipped you off?

All you need to know is that the rat
is hooking us up and is gonna charge 10%.

Why not write down our names
and fuckin' social security numbers?

And "Kind regards, prosecutor."

The worse any idiot is at writing,
the more eager they are to write.

"Mój." How do you spell "Mój"?

Just like Masa.

Accent on the "o."

Marian, get someone from town
and find some rides.

Mariuszek,

find a lookout and scout the location.

As for you,

you guys see Blat for the guns.

Blat's like my brother.

He's helped me take down Chudy from Wawer.

- So, you whacked him?
- Who fuckin' else?

He was on his knees.

He squealed like a butchered pig
that day, man.

Not bad.

Sure, bitch.

Chudy from Wawer was seven feet tall
and was offed by Madman's lackey.

Stabbed while he slept.

Thanks for letting me know
you can't be trusted, though.

Scared or what?

Barbecues are always like this.

The boys get drunk
and start shooting cans.

Crowbutt!

What's your fuckin' plan, dude?

Crowbar.

Well, I'm gonna go see Blat
about our pieces, yeah?

Asking a drunk guy
at his barbecue about our guns?

Yeah.

Welcome to the '90s.

Why don't you tell him what we need
the pieces for while you're at it?

I told them about it
when I placed the order.

The boys are gonna be
rooting for us, yeah?

It's what Crowbar wanted.

I'll be waiting in the car.

Don't be a pussy, bro!

Okay. Suit yourself!
Gi... Give me a half hour!

I'm gonna have some fuckin' kielbasa.

- Keep going.
- Hey!

Hey!

Some people unwind from work
by watching soccer on TV.

Sadly, I don't give a shit about soccer.

I have to unwind another way.

Call it my favorite competitive sport.

You were incredible at that.

It was a great pleasure
doing business with you.

No matter what people say about you,

we'll always be like brothers.

Respect.

And how did I end up here?

Who are these guys, really?

Fuck!

When the robbery
you've masterminded is in progress,

when there's a gun in your hand,

when there's two million in the suitcase,

20 seconds seems like a fuckin' eternity.

What was going through my head?

First of all,
I could see what I'd fucked up.

I'm taking part in a robbery
that was planned by a fool.

Has the fool planned it well?
I don't know.

I've left it to chance.

Guns picked up at a barbecue!

Do I know where they came from?
Were they used to kill somebody?

I don't know. I've left it to chance.

Who is that man?

A scout leader
who's just returned from boy scout camp?

Or an ex-commando
that'll turn us all into ground meat?

I don't know.

Didn't check.

There's money in there.
But is it only money?

What if it's self-exploding paint?

Or a radio transmitter?

I have no fuckin' clue.

What will that dude do?

Will he focus on his job,

or is he still pissed at me
for giving him a crooked nose?

And how many cameras are watching us?

How many off-duty cops
were sitting in the cars around us?

Has an excavator blocked our escape route?

I don't know!

Didn't check.

♪ Lonely, that was my name... ♪

- I can buy you fuckin' anything you want.
- Did you use real guns?

Come up to my room with me,
and I'll let you handle my piece.

D'you have a condom?

- I'll just jack you off.
- For real?!

Yeah.

You think he shot himself
in the back, do you?

What happened to the fat man?

He's down.

And that...
badass from Tarchomin?

Down. Where's the vodka?

- It's down.
- ♪ Show me how to play the game... ♪

To the man
that masterminded the most epic heist!

Aren't you gonna celebrate?

If anyone can, it's you.

I'm pretty young, and I'm no expert,

but my sense is
that after pulling off a heist,

you shouldn't be running around town
telling everybody, am I right?

Mariuszek!

'Scuse me.

- Came with these mofos?
- Remember the kid on the bicycle?

- That's him.
- And you are?

They call me Walden.

If there's ever an opportunity
to make a buck, I jump at it.

You wanna swagger like them?

No. More like you.

Police! On the ground!
Get on the ground! Get down! Down!

Look at me! Look at me!

Look at me!

Look at him.

Searching my bare legs.

Who's scared of who here?

What's even funnier
is that I wasn't arrested for the heist

but for piercing
that fuckin' soccer fan's lung.

Meanwhile, the entire heist crew
continued to live it up,

and everyone in Warsaw could hear 'em.

One by one, they went down.

The indictment contained 32 names.

The police found Crowbar's fuckin' notes,

and all they had to do
was go from door-to-door.

Even his dear old mother was taken in

for weapons stashed at her place.

Thirty-two people.

♪ Now my hands are bleeding ♪

- ♪ And my knees are raw ♪
- Crowbar, 13 years.

- Magi, 15 years.
- ♪ Now you got me crawling ♪

♪ Crawling on the floor ♪

Crowbar Jr., seven.

Get a round on me,
and bring me some more booze!

Marian, seven.

Everyone else got three or four years.

Since I was on trial
on a different charge,

I waited longer for my sentence.

And the soccer fan finally got some balls,

and I was acquitted.

The time I spent inside
counted as time served for the heist.

As a result, I was out after 18 months.

I know.

I got fuckin' lucky.

The police had confiscated all my assets,
so I had to start from scratch.

That's when I decided
18 months was enough.

I'm not going back to jail.

I won't be like other gangsters.

I won't be an idiot.

From now on, I work for myself,

the way I decide.

I'll tell you the story
of how I joined the ranks

of the most influential gangsters
in the history of this fucked-up country.

In the mid-'90s, the party was over.

But Kielbasa wasn't killed by the police.

Neither was Madman, Nikos, Pershing,

or dozens of other thugs.

The police didn't fire in Gama,

since the Polish mafia ran everything.

And they fucked it up

all on their own.

♪ Too many protest singers ♪

- The most important question.
- ♪ Not enough protest songs ♪

- Who can you trust?
- ♪ And now you come along ♪

Rescued him from a ditch,
with three others just like him.

Those were adopted in no time,

but he's still here.

If there's a fuck-up,

who's willing to go to jail
for five years and not snitch?

Money doesn't mean a damn thing

because someone can always outbid you.

Trust is built on emotion.

Save a puppy from its shitty fate,

and it'll be loyal to you forever.

I'm wearing polyester,
but when I make a buck,

I'm gonna buy clothes like yours, chief.
Can I, uh, call you "chief"?

Gimme what you got.

Sit. Sit!

Sit down, bitch!

Your boy goes if you open fire.

And I'll take your boy out!

That little twerp's okay.

Welcome to the team, son.

Can I get up?

Am I outta harm's way?

There's no shame
in getting your ass beat.

There's shame in abandoning
your friend in combat.

There's a saying in French.

"It doesn't matter what team you start on,

it's the one you finish on that counts."

I'd created my own criminal group,

different than all the rest.

Only a few trusted people
have access to me.

Even if each has 30 soldiers
under their command,

I never see them.

I give all orders face-to-face
to the trusted few.

Individual groups don't know
about each other's existence.

Masa destroyed the Polish mafia,

because everyone
fuckin' knew everyone else.

Fuck!

Hey, chief.

Is it true you handled five hooligans?

- That's true.
- And 15 Arabs too.

Fuck! How many?!

Fuck the facts.
The legend is all that matters.

All right, here it is.
Narcist by Malczewski.

Some piece of ass!

Did you know that?

There's a lot I know and a lot I don't.

You don't have to know everything.

There's no shame in that.

It's more about knowing your limits.

And choosing people,
so your team has no weak points.

Crater. A cold motherfucker

and meticulous technician.

Golum. Not particularly bright.

He enters first.

He handles a possible armed owner
or an angry guard dog.

And Thousand.

All clear.

- Psst.
- He can make anybody laugh.

Sometimes even to death.

Ah, forget it.

Here's what we came for.

Narcist by Malczewski.

Well, fuckin' A.

That ass, though.

Chief,

why don't we steal this one too?

- You got a buyer for it?
- Uh, no.

Steal only
what you can sell.

We got it. Let's get the fuck out.

It was enough to abide
by a few simple rules.

We're not in it for fame,
we only steal from the rich,

we don't touch women or children,

and the whole world is ours.

These types are important.

Artificial and natural.

The pre-sowing fertilization
of the horticultural soil

consists of the introduction
of the fertilizer into the soil

before sowing plants.

By the means of

tillage or plowing!

Ladies and gentlemen...

He was talking shit about fertilizer,

and for the first time in my life,
I couldn't take my eyes off a girl.

I liked everything about her.

Her eyes, her hair,
the way she was biting that pen.

I'll repeat the question.

What a dick!

Can natural fertilization
drastically reduce

further deteriorating
agricultural habitats?

Yeah.

'Cause... nothing gets in our way.

I know that any limitation
comes from inside me.

That's a bold claim.

Remember that when you
are fertilizing soil,

it's crucial
not to limit yourselves.

What's up, homie.

Crowbutt.

Crowbar Jr., you fuck. Long time, no see!

Dude, I haven't seen you for fuckin' ages.
What's up with you?

Around town they say
you're up to some crazy fuckin' shit.

- You got seven years, right?
- Yes.

It's been three.

There was some amnastasia...
I mean amnesia. I got out early.

Amnesia?

Yeah, amnesia. So... got any job for me?
Anything you need taken care of?

- You're out 'cause you snitched.
- You're outta your fuckin' mind.

Listen, you,
I know you didn't snitch on me,

so I'm not gonna kill you.

Come on, bro.

Look at yourself, man.

You're fuckin' trash.

Thanks a lot.

Stop. There you go.

Thanks.

Fuck, the girls here
are too pretty for me, man.

Go get 'em.

Your friend's going
through a little breakdown

and asked me to keep you company.

What's up?

What the fuck are you doing?

I didn't know when you're irritated,
it shows you're not actually a prince.

- What are you saying?
- Nothing!

- You better listen to me.
- No, you better listen to me.

Don't drag this down to the playground

where you got your ass whipped
every day of your life.

That's what's gonna go down here.

Just 'cause I came into
your fucked-up world,

doesn't mean you gotta pretend
to be someone you're not.

Go sit your ass down. Look over there.
You're out of your league.

You don't know
how much you fuckin' owe me.

There, you'd have to face the loss.
Not me, asshole.

I'm... My name is Adam.

Right? See, that's bitchin'.

Get the fuck outta here...
...Adam.

Just so you know,
he's not my friend.

He just wanted to...

pick me up.

So, now we know
how not to do that.

What else should a guy
keep in mind if he cares?

So, he cares?

He shouldn't assume that I'm easy

or that I'll go to bed with him
right away on the first date.

Who?

The one that cares.

I'm sure he wouldn't be into girls

who would sleep with him
on the first date.

Make you wait?

The second or third?

Not until we absolutely
can't control ourselves.

"We"?

The guy who cares about me
shouldn't pretend to be somebody else.

You wanna be
a con-artist's girlfriend?

Take a look at my passport.

You're getting ancient.

But you have a really nice name.

- A bold thing to do on the first date.
- So, this is a date?

Not really.
But if it were, it'd be a very brave move.

- Well, what can I do to make it a date?
- We have to get to know each other better.

That's what dates are for.

Yes, I know,

but people usually know each other
before they go on a date.

It's safer that way.

- Ask me anything.
- For starters, what do you do?

And you?

I would also like to be safe.

I'm learning to design gardens.

And what about a visit to see mine?

Okay, so why does a single guy

have a home and a garden?

Just keep lying,
and you'll be all good.

I got a firm.

Which does what exactly?

We raise capital.

So, what kind of capital
have you raised lately?

First, I go ahead and prep
the terrain for my business partners.

My people push the potential
of high profits to interested investors.

And here is the sun room.

Motivation is key.

Guys, I've been looking for you
all over the building.

Have mercy.

You take a big cut?

A cut that's big enough.

I've got the advance, guys.
But just hold onto it for me.

Persuasion is what it's all about.

But these clients will have priority.

Everyone can be bought.

That's impressive.

Woah!

Success is a state of being.

How do you turn it on?

Once you get it,

you need to share the wealth
with your people.

- What's your name?
- First tell me yours.

Golum.

And how do you do that?

I better go. See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Wait!

You must be in a hurry yourself.

You have a couple of investors
to mesmerize tomorrow.

But...
...what does that have to do with...

You have a perfect alibi.
You tell people what they want to hear.

Don't tell me what I want to hear.
Tell me what you wanna tell me.

Um...

Well?

Uh... I've never been so nervous while

just talking to someone.

Okay.

Is that it?

And...

And I'm a thief.

You know, I'm...

Well, I'm good.

We have no limitations, right?

Only the ones
that come from inside ourselves.

Wait, so you...?

I've had a glass.
Come on. Walk home with me.

I told you to go to the brothel.

You're not gettin' any.

People! Fucking somebody help me!

- Just fuck off...
- Calm down, honey!

- I don't belong to you!
- Just give me a hug!

You asshole! See how
you're not the strongest guy here?!

- Thank you very much.
- But baby, I love you!

- And that's how you handle assholes.
- Michal?

Michał, are you okay?!

Are you fucking nuts?
What did you do to him?!

Help! Somebody help!

- What?
- I've... never done it in a place like this.

Keep telling me the truth,
and I'll let you fuck me

in the Museum of Modern Art.

It's impolite to just drop in unannounced.

So, I'm fuckin' trash, huh?

You've been at the top for too long,
and now you'll see

what the bottom's like.

Generally speaking, I was fucked.

How long did it take you to make that up?

The only chance is to break through
the beef and fuckin' run like hell.

You get beaten by two guys,
each of them can land a clean punch.

If there are six of 'em,

they kick each other
and get in each other's way.

But, if they put me in that trunk,

I'll never get out.

It's now... or never.

Any means possible.

- Help me get him!
- Come on!

It'll be easier if it's man-to-man.

At least while it lasts.

Go! Go kill 'im!

And that's how
fuckin' legends are born!

In this town, in this country,

no one can raise their hand against me.

Yesterday's wolves are today's sheep.

The whole town knew who I was after.

And I didn't let any bitch off!

Where's Crowbar Jr.?

Eat the kielbasa.

Help your friend out!

Gimme your finger.

No. No! No! Fuck no! No!

Working them over isn't enough.

Each of my assailants got a free package
of eternal shame and humiliation.

Wag your finger at our boss, and suddenly
you'll be down to four fingers.

Huh?

Where's Crowbar Jr.?

I don't have a fuckin' clue.

Hello?

Hi! Mmm...
I just thought maybe I could...

...swing by your garden?

- See what can be done.
- My garden?

- Uh, yeah. What time?
- You better listen to me.

- Mmm...
- How about, uh, Friday, six o'clock?

- Look, we're being nice to you.
- Okay! I can't wait! Bye.

...here on this
beautiful sunny day.

- Bye.
- So, fuckin' eat that finger.

Yeah?

It'll be fine. Just eat it.

It's rude to leave leftovers, dude.

You're welcome to enter.

Uh... Use the front door.

According to research on real estate
prices for homes in this area,

experts assess the value of your home
at 1.5 million.

I would like to offer you
twice that amount

to buy this house
with its gorgeous gardens.

Cash offer.

But you'd have to move out
in only three days' time.

Want some soup?

There are two chapters
in the history of the Polish mafia.

First, the golden years, which just ended.

And the second started with the rise
of the institution of the crown witness.

Masa was the first Polish crown witness.

A thug that framed
half of the Polish mafia

to save his own fat ass.

His buddies, friends, enemies,
even complete strangers.

The cops only had to break one scumbag,

and the Pruszków mafia was gone.

Those who weren't killed
in some internal beef, ended up in jail.

Even the Pruszków elders
got six to seven years.

Hundreds of captains
and soldiers got busted.

There was a huge gangster-sized hole
in the middle of Poland,

and someone had to fill it.

You think they'll like me?

Your parents.

Isn't it enough that I like you?

Who the fuck?

Merynos, quiet!

Password!

"Masa, prick with a tiny dick."

Come in.

Chief, look how dope it is.
Brand-new color display.

I can also tap that touch screen.
The memory holds ten photos!

But I... I already have five.
A little gallery. Awesome, right?

Walden, my adopted son,
has 30 soldiers under him.

He's my bumper, my first responder,
who takes the first strike upon himself.

And he goes crazy for a color display.

Fuckin' discreet,
as if they knew, right?

Crowbar Jr. appeared in the Tricity.

I promise you
I'll bring that cunt to your doorstep.

Settle down.

Start putting roots down, man.

Nah.

My parents think
I work in a car repair shop.

So, what do you do, Magdalena?

Landscape design, and I'm planning on
starting a business of my own.

And you can survive on it?

I suppose so. Eventually.

And what about your prospects, son?
When are you gonna make money?

How much longer
can you scrape along in that garage?

Dad, I'm looking for something new
of my own.

Well, then...

take my taxi for yourself.

I'm getting tired of it.

Monthly you can pull in
as much as 1700 złotys.

Make 1700 a month, huh?

- That's a really good idea, Dad.
- Hm.

To the children.

It's very kind of you
to give him your car, Ryszard.

He'll finally make a living.

Not like in that garage.

Magda seems to be a smart girl,
doesn't she?

My old man
just gave me the best idea in the world.

The cab became our mobile command center.

I was a cabby for two years and never had
a single real fuckin' customer.

The car didn't raise suspicions
and could hold six people.

♪ Celebrate with a-family and friends
Christmas is here again... ♪

Exactly six.

♪ Listening to the Christmas calls
Being sung around the world ♪

♪ Santa Claus is down at the mall... ♪

Perfect.

Walden is my right hand.

He takes all the shit.

Trains the new guys...
He knows how to handle them.

Newbie, make him tell you
where Crowbar Jr.'s hiding.

Why do I have to?

'Cause he said that
we're professionals, but you're a pussy.

Yup. It's really that simple.

♪ This year's been good to me... ♪

Uh, what was I supposed to ask?

♪ Glory, hallelujah! ♪

♪ Christmas is here again... ♪

- What's going on here, gentlemen?
- Hey, officer! We're just havin' some fun.

We bet our buddy
he could jump in the river and be fine.

You better have
a good fuckin' reason to off a pig.

Guys, don't fuck with me.
I just jump in, and I get 500 bucks.

I get nothing
for freezing my ass off out here.

Well...

just don't get pneumonia, okay?

What was the probability that
cops would show up at this exact moment?

Zero.

What was the probability that dude
would have the balls to not turn us in

even though the cops could save his life?

Zero.

♪ Ring the bell, blow the horn... ♪

The punk escaped his own destiny.

♪ School is out, the children shout
They know it's a holiday... ♪

Get the fuck out.

That's why,
instead of floating in the Vistula River,

he's on the seaside
running his family business.

He took over his father's fishing boat.

One might say we saved his life.

What you staring at?

Let's split.

Then one day, my perfect world
began to fuckin' fall apart.

What's up?

Got it all worked out pretty smart.
Pretty smart.

That's what I keep telling my men.

Avoid stereotypes.
Think before you fuck anything up.

Sadly, they're idiots.

You become an idiot
the minute you think you're invisible.

I got something. It's really big.

Protect me, and I'll give you
what you need to execute.

It's all in your name.

There's half a million
big ones in it for you.

You can speak now.

So, what do you say?

We talk at my place?

The swimming pools
on Inflancka Street, please.

Sure, you think you can
just get in my fuckin' cab,

and I'll drive you
wherever you wanna go... Uh...

Keep this to yourself.

First and last taxi ride I ever did.

I didn't take a penny for it.

We're in the elevator.

Tell me honestly,

how much time
do you really need to sober up?

- About 45 minutes.
- Fuck!

Wait here. Shh!

Who am I greeting? Who goes there?

It's written out on my board?

Welcome to my plaza, hakuna matata.

Come on, dude.

You know I didn't
mean anything by it, brah.

Homie, c'mon. Hole! Fuck!

What's up, my bros?

I know this may look a bit confusing,
and I'll explain everything to you.

That one kneeling is Ziko.

One next to 'im,
with a hole in his leg, is Hole.

It's a funny coincidence.

- You gotta believe me, please!
- Ziko... heck.

The more wasted he is,
the more impatient he gets.

Ziko's dog wanted to fuck Hole's leg.

So, Hole called Ziko's dog
a goddamn queer.

Ziko hates queers.

Because they fucked him in jail,
and he still remembers.

So, he shot Hole.

Hole, fuck... Come on!

But Ziko's a good buddy,
and he's apologizing.

And that's why we're all wondering,

if Hole will bleed out first
or accept his apology.

But...

either way, he'll have to buy a new sofa
because this one is fucked.

Concentration.

Acid, action.

Uh, well, okay, there's this guy
near Grodzisko who's a chicken farmer,

and he's fuckin' loaded,
and we've been observing him,

and he has a 14-year-old daughter,
and we can kidnap her from school, then...

Okay. That's it.

Well, let him at least finish it.

Mess with fuckin' children?

I want no part of it. Walden.

Wait, we just started talking here.

Fuck, no, Marian.
I'm not getting involved.

Not with these guys, man. Not him.

This fuckin' guy only has meth for brains.
Do business with him?

How can I trust he won't rat me out
the first chance he gets?

- Just fuckin' watch what happens.
- Shut the fuck up.

When the guys sober up, it'll be okay.

You'll see.
Just let him finish telling you.

I haven't heard anything or seen anything.

I was never here.

Hole, please fuckin' live!
I was only kidding!

Hole! Hole, it was just a joke!

We'll go at it alone.

Nah.

He's right, fuckin' dickhead.

Could we make a deal with them?

What the fuck have you done to him, man?

It was a good deal.

I'm telling you.

Walden, sweet teddy bear,

start your own group,
and you can do deals like that.

But, as long as you're in mine,
shut your face, and stop doing that shit.

Fuck!
They have a horse collar!

They know how to party.

I know they're crazy, but money is money.

I may not know the difference
between a Van Gogh and a Penderecki...

...but I've seen that before.

- We stole this one once before.
- Now we're stealing it back.

It'll be a wedding gift for my fiancée.

Hey!

- Chief, you didn't say anything!
- Bravo!

That's acting like a man!

- Blood is thicker than water!
- Man'in up! Yeah!

- Congratulations.
- Ah!

- When's the wedding?
- The time will come.

Gentlemen!

Shouldn't we escape?!

- Let's go. We're fuckin' escaping!
- Okay! We're running! Faster!

That day was exceptional.

Different than any other day.

- May I?
- Go on.

- Hey, chief, do you have a moment?
- Hey.

Oh fuck.
Celebrating early.

Uh, this may not be the best time,
but we have a surprise.

Fuckers, he's almost here!

Congratulations, chief.

- On this new journey.
- All the best.

All the best, chief.

It was at that moment that I realized
this immature boy was more than a soldier.

More than just someone I should trust.

♪ Sweet child in time ♪

♪ You'll see the line ♪

♪ The line that's drawn between
Good and bad... ♪

They say
that anyone can become a snitch.

♪ See the blind man!... ♪

But you can't become
a crown witness if you've killed a man.

Do you both freely

and without coercion

enter into this holy union?

You wanted to kill me?

- ♪ If you feel bad... ♪
- I do.

- I do.
- ♪ Oh Lord, I bet you have... ♪

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to scare you.
I'm begging you. Oh...

And that was your perfect plan?

♪ By a flying lead... ♪

You see,

I haven't come up with anything new.
I'm gonna kill you.

Just like that.

We've come together today in celebration

as this couple forges a bond,

uniting them in faith
and in marriage as one.

- That's why if we do it together...
- Let's kill 'im.

...then we won't know who did it.
Any of us could be the killer.

I take you,

Magda, as my wife.

I vow to always love you,
to be entirely honest with you,

and to always be faithful.

So that never again will any one
of us be able to snitch on one another.

To have, to hold, for better or worse,
till death do us part.

♪ I wanna hear you sing... ♪

- With this ring, I want to offer you...
- ...with all my love.

...and fidelity.

- In the name of the Father and the Son...
- ...and the Holy Spirit.

If there's anyone

opposed to this marriage,

let them speak now

or forever hold their peace.

What God joins together...

let no man tear asunder.

Amen.

- What's that?
- Nothing. It's only a cut.

That's it. Let's get this party started.

- What's your name, darling?
- Violetta.

You fuck!

Don't ask for survival,

because you'll only just survive.

If you want everything,
don't ask for rain,

ask for a storm.

I had a family who loved me.

A team who would die for me.

I had the hottest piece of ass around.

I had it all.

If you wanted to be a gangster in 2004,

you had to see a lot

and know that being quiet and humble
gave you a better chance of survival.

Business was best done
in small, trusted groups.

My guys had a lot of work,

but if they wanted,
they could work independently.

Of course, I had to know about it,
and my cut was 30 percent.

I remember months
when all I did was sit back...

- Hey, chief!
- ...and collect money.

With greetings
from the Tricity boys!

By the way, there is something.
And I wondered if I could do it on my own.

'Cause it's something
the chief doesn't have to know about.

I'll pick my own boys. Should take
less than a week, so I won't be long.

Obviously, 30 percent goes to the chief!

He had an idea, explained it,

asked a question, and answered it himself.

I never saw anything,
heard anything, and I got 30 percent.

Wouldn't you like that?

Are you afraid you'll lose him?

Nah.

How are you so sure?

'Cause he's my man.

And I'm his, and we're just bru...

Come downstairs.

If you can't keep
your people on a string,

then you shouldn't be a gangster.

In the name
of all those you never valued,

whose wings you've clipped.

- Ziko?
- What a moron.

For starters, what did he think?

The mask will change his voice
and make him unrecognizable?

Did Acid send you to fuck with me?

Secondly, if you wanna whack someone,
don't read them manifestos.

Sorry, boss,

but me and the boys are taking over.

Thirdly...

check your fuckin' gun before execution.

It might turn out that the bullets
you used were drenched in vodka,

losing 90 percent of their power
because they were wet.

He'd have caused more damage
if he threw those fuckin' bullets at him.

Yes.

Believe it 'cause it's true.

Also, don't shoot while drunk, idiot.

Wanna fuckin' whack someone?

Do the right thing,

man up, and look your victim in the eye.

At the end of the day,
you can't cheat destiny.

Hey, chief!

I'm gonna get some cold beer from the car.

There's a fine line
between being honest and utterly naive.

Cool, isn't he?

Oh, he promised
he would show me paradise in Türkiye.

I think we'll have fun this year together.

Just this year? Are you breaking up?

I just know anything can happen.

What they do is pretty dangerous, no?

Their job?

Look at your shirt.

And also, how much were the bracelets?

All that on a taxi driver's salary?

No. He drives for his dad.

His dad?

And that huge house

and its big garden?

All that for driving a taxi?

My dad,

he also thinks I'm innocent.

While others
sacrifice the truth on the altar of love.

- Mm, hey. Can I hit that?
- Get the fuck outta here!

- Do you have to do that?
- Suck it, fucker!

- What do you mean, "have to"?
- Attract attention, man.

You didn't used to be
so fuckin' bothered by shit.

I'm fuckin' serious.

If I end up in jail,
it's not gonna be for some dumb bender.

You feel me?

After you.

Do-do doo, do-do doo!

He can't go in.

- Ah, he's a decent gangster. Let him in.
- Talking to your friend.

You can't go inside
with sneakers and your own bottle.

I'm attached to these. My girlfriend
gave them to me as a gift.

Come on. Let's call the boys
and burn this fuckin' place to the ground.

Ask 'em to drive 400 miles
to defend your fuckin' sneakers?

I don't know! All I know is,
we used to whack fuckin' guys like that.

Now it's about... calculation, humility...
What about adrenaline?!

Woo-hoo-hoo! Adrenaline!

Yeah?

'Scuse me, we'll just be a moment.

I just need you to do one thing.
Tie my friend's shoelace.

If he does it, he could fall down.

Don't fuck with me.

Tell you what.

One knee,

say sorry,

tie his shoe, and put it all to a stop.

Get the fuck out!

Fuck off!

♪ I awake... ♪

Hey. Is your name actually Walden?

My dad would call me that.

While he used to
beat the shit out of me.

Maybe it's better that way.

Least I turned out decent.

♪ Trying to scream... ♪

He would say that
when everything calms down

and everyone leaves him high and dry,
that he'll go to this lake called Walden.

Just sit there and look out,

and fuckin' peace will come over him.

Did he get there?

Yeah.

Drank to death.

But I got one thing from him.

I look at water and feel peaceful.

♪ Till my tongue bleeds... ♪

You mean vodka.

And I kinda promised myself

everybody who heard my nickname
would fuckin' run for it.

So, here I am. Walden.

- ♪ Tell it like it is! ♪
- Walden! Get over here!

♪ Tell them... ♪

Should I be running? Walden?

♪ A lone brother... ♪

Hello.

All right.

And who is this?

- ♪ A lone brother ♪
- Yeah.

- ♪ Sister ♪
- Yeah, I'll be there.

- What's up?
- ♪ A home cover ♪

♪ Alone... ♪

A new era.

♪ Alone... ♪

Beautiful forest.

Not all of them are ours.

Half will go to a client.

I wanna make sure we're clear,

the money you gave me
was for my company, not for me.

While we have money,
spend it on whatever you like.

Okay,
but I don't wanna be dependent on you.

I'll get a few more clients,
and then we can try for a baby too.

Hello?

Hello there.

There are two types of gangsters.

The first one you see and say,
"That's exactly how I pictured him."

Usually, those are fuckheads.

A thug who looks like a thug.

Real fuckin' master of camouflage.

Then there's the other type
who you look at and say,

"I'd imagined him differently."

Oh, you like books?

Daniel was exactly that type.

The last man standing after Pruszków fell.

What have you read recently?

- The Man with White Eyes...
- Let's sit down.

The place was swept for bugs.

No one can see us.

And no one can hear us.

You can definitely feel safe here.

I take care of my own safety.

I found it interesting

that the more I looked for information
on you, the less that came up.

I believe business is best done silently.

I prefer those who say nothing when asked

to those who talk without being asked.

And there's just
too much noise in the city.

Ransoms for a kidnap.

Isn't that the stupidest...
plan for uninvited attention?

Group based in Nowy Dwór.

They reach for their guns
like for their phones.

Total fuckhead gang.

Shooting a guy up
because he said your dog is gay?

Now, you tell me,

a dog, a bitch.

It's doggy style?

Is that a problem?

You've got what it takes

to advance with us.

Would you be... interested

in, um, making this city
a little more, um...

ROTULUS ANTIQUARIAN BOOKSHOP

That's how I became a close associate
of the most powerful gangster in Poland.

Completely under the radar.

I was making gigantic money,

but no one knew who I was
or who I was working for.

I let Daniel rule the world,
and I faded into the background.

Working quietly. No attention. No brawls.

And in the meantime,
totally unintentionally,

I rid this country
of several really nasty motherfuckers.

Police! Open the door!

Police!

Get down! Get down! Down!
On the ground! Face down on the ground!

Hey, chief.

What's up?

- You got a front-row seat now.
- Hm.

- We took care of the guy.
- Fuckin' excellent.

How's your apartment?

Fuckin' great. All the bitches go wild.

Who's the next one?

- Don't know yet.
- Hm.

I gotta tell you, chief,
this job is really great. Yeah.

'Cause I keep thinking to myself,
"Remember that,

as a drug dealer,
you have to juggle, calculate,

worry how many years you could get
or your charges." You know. You know?

I just feel with the hits, I'm not worried
about any of that at all. You know?

Because it just doesn't make a difference
i... if they... book me for 1 or 100,

I... I'd go to fuckin' jail
for the rest of my life, right?

- Yeah, there is some logic in that.
- Yeah.

I wanna make fuckin' death commandos.

Fuckin'... A secret group
with specialization that's super specific.

You should fuckin' whack that Daniel guy.

There's... There's talk that he was a...
a snitch in the communist times,

and he's fuckin' working for the cops.

We can fuckin' whack them by ourselves.
Any fuckin' one of them!

Maybe spare the fuckheads. They're cool.

Well, I'm, uh, gonna see
how the trucks are moving.

Okay, I'm out.

I created a monster.

Just a moment of your time.

Are you ready
to accept Jesus in your heart?

Beat it, guy.

Are you willing to talk to a servant
of the Central Bureau of Investigation?

If you had anything on me,
we wouldn't be here.

- That may be correct.
- So, what's this about?

I'm looking for someone
with whom I could exchange information.

Why don't you get a dating profile?

Wouldn't you like
to wake up without thinking,

"They haven't locked me up yet."?

What? Has your Gallus Anonymous
run out of ideas for himself?

He hopes to write a book. That's it.

That moron can't even write
a grocery list.

Give me the noisiest thugs.

And what's in it for me?

We'll tail you, but we won't, you know...

We won't be trying too hard.

Well, you don't seem
too worried about it now.

Help me to get those motherfuckers.

The invisible hand
of the market will deal with them.

Tell you what,

maybe I could give you some information

about the scumbags
causing havoc in this city,

but I'm worried about my personal hygiene.

Your hygiene?

Yeah. Hygiene.

You brush your teeth sometimes?

See, I like to brush mine twice a day.

And what am I gonna do
if one of those times,

just brushing my teeth
in front of the mirror,

just staring back at me,
is the face of a rat?

I don't know.

Maybe your aspiring author can do it.

Maybe he doesn't have to
look himself in the mirror, but I can't.

I don't want your business card.

I respect what you do, man.
Let's keep chasing each other, hm?

Do you wanna talk?

Where were you?

At work.

Shall we talk about it?

Dinner's at seven.

Come hungry.

The truth is what
we choose to recognize as the truth.

Okay.

I have something for you.

But firstly,

the gang of fuckers,
bunch of deranged morons, they gotta go.

Secondly,

soon there will be a shipment.

Exactly 500 kilograms.

If you do perfectly,

distributing out the cake will go to you.

And after,
"Eternal rest grant unto them, Lord."

And what about them?

...to expand it further
to other locations.

And now for breaking news.

Shocking facts
from our criminal office.

According to the first unconfirmed report
in the village of Olszanka,

police found two stolen trucks
filled with electronics.

While the police were securing the area,
an unidentified group of criminals

tried to steal the equipment
from the trucks.

A shootout ensued, and two policemen
were shot dead at the scene.

While escaping, the criminals
kidnapped a six-year-old boy.

The boy's body was found
two hours later in Żerań in Warsaw.

And now it's time
for sport news with Karol Łukawski.

Gang of motherfuckers.

A promising talent, Kamil Stoch,
at the top of the ski jumping hill.

What do you want?

A great push-off.

And a not-so-good start for Kamil Stoch.

- Ah, he shit himself already. That's it.
- Go easy on him.

He looks promising.
He'll be a good ski jumper. You'll see.

Another jumper,
this one from Germany...

Sorry, boss.
But we didn't know where to take him.

- Put him in there.
- Come on.

Who's that?

He's safe. It's a doctor a newbie knows.

Get the fuck out.

You. Do your job.

Fuck!
Where's all this ketchup from?

What happened out there?

Fuck, chief. I was just a bystander.

A fuckin' pig tried

to cover them.

What about the child?

I don't know.

I don't want him here!

Who did this to you?

- I don't wanna see him. Take him ou...
- Shut it now.

First he gets better.
Let him heal, and then leave him. Got it?

Hey, chief.

I'm sorry.

So much for keeping a low profile.

Managing things from the backseat.

Even with all
the windows and doors closed,

shit will still manage to seep through.

♪ You ask me where to begin... ♪

Whenever I open this fuckin' book,
the pigs come for me.

♪ Am I so lost in my sin ♪

♪ You ask me where did I fall ♪

♪ I'll say I can't tell you when ♪

♪ But if my spirit is lost... ♪

After those cops were killed,

the pigs raided homes
of every player in the city.

They were looking for literally anything.
Luckily, they found nothing at my place.

♪ Don't question I'm not alone ♪

♪ Somehow I'll find my way home... ♪

Well, almost nothing.

♪ My sun shall rise in the east... ♪

I didn't go to jail
for being a gang leader,

for blowing a few fuckers to hell,

for thrashing hooligans,
or demolishing a strip club.

You know what put me away?

A sculpture of some fuckin' Egyptian god
that the old couple left behind.

Seems that sculpture had been stolen
a few years prior from a museum in Cairo.

Fuckin' thieves!

♪ Is matched with love secretly ♪

♪ And talk will alter your prayer ♪

♪ Somehow you'll find you are there ♪

♪ Your friend is close by your side... ♪

When you enter a prison cell,

give yourself some time
to assess the situation.

Get to know the network
of mutually dependent relationships

and the hierarchy that has existed
a long time before you arrived.

Be completely calm

and humble.

Alternatively,

as fast as you fuckin' can,
kill the alpha male,

and the rest of the pack will follow you.

You were incredible at that.

It was a great pleasure
doing business with you.

No matter what people say about you,

we'll always be like brothers.

Firstly, Daniel's waiting
for you to get out. The deal's still on.

Secondly, you gotta talk sense
into Walden. Or Daniel's gonna.

What's up, chief?

It's so sad to see you
in this fuckin' hole, my God, chief.

Got everything you want in here?
I can get you anything.

Some teabags, cigarettes, I'll bring it
to you. I got it all, okay?

Walden.

Chief, you know what?
They're scared of me, you know that?

They're all scared of me, chief.

All these bitches lining up
for me to fuck, you hear me?

The same ones that used to run from me.

Now I get to be the master of life
and the master of death, fuck!

I'll be the king of the fuckin' world
until they get me! You know?

It's gonna be soon.

Really soon.

Fuckin' chill.

Lay off the shit for a while,
and back the fuck off Daniel.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear?

Just take a vacation.

Go to Thailand. Or Walden Pond.

Just take it easy.

Go rest your head.

When I get outta here,
everything will be taken care of.

You understand?

A shipment of treasure's just about
to come through to dipshit Daniel.

And I'm gonna be there to take it, right?
It's not for me. I'm not gonna deal it.

I'll probably give it to a charity,
some fuckin' rehab.

Let them think I'm some good fuckin' man.

Do fuckin' nothing, do you hear me?

Not a thing.

But it doesn't matter what we do, does it?

Because the worst has already
fuckin' happened.

It's already happened, right?
Punishment will come for everyone.

No matter what,
they'll fuckin' get us all eventually!

Who's that?

Who are you talkin' about?

That's it.

Fuckin' listen to me!

Cool off, you understand?
Let it go, Walden!

You hear me?!

You better fuckin' let it go!

- Do you understand?!
- Maybe next week I'll drop by.

- Maybe I will.
- Don't do anything!

- Can you fuckin' hear me?
- Take care, chief.

You have to let it go!

- Walden, do you fuckin' hear me?
- ♪ Koyaanisqatsi ♪

Let go.

♪ Koyaanisqatsi ♪

You hear me?

♪ Koyaanisqatsi ♪

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

♪ Koyaanisqatsi ♪

♪ Koyaanisqatsi ♪

♪ Koyaanisqatsi ♪

Okay. Open the door.

♪ Koyaanisqatsi ♪

♪ Koyaanisqatsi ♪

♪ Koyaanisqatsi ♪

♪ Koyaanisqatsi... ♪

If I do nothing,

in a few weeks,
Walden, Daniel, Acid, and the fuckheads,

all of them will be dead.

They'll kill each other.

I will become
the king of this fucked-up country.

All I have to do is lay down and wait.

Turn that shit off!

There's just one problem.

Walden getting fucked up the ass.

- I can't leave him on his own.
- ♪ And speaks in far ancient tongue... ♪

- After all, no man is an island.
- ♪ A season's wish will come true ♪

♪ All seasons begin with you... ♪

There are people
who need money to support their family.

♪ One world we all come from... ♪

Everyone has someone they care about.

♪ Just hold my hand and we're there... ♪

If it's not money they need,
just convince them some other way.

♪ Somehow we're going somewhere... ♪

Did the sculpture
belong to you and your husband?

Sometimes a man really is innocent.

Yes.

Did you and your husband
tell the defendant

that the sculpture you left him
had been stolen from the museum?

No.

The most difficult person
to convince is the man who thinks

he has nothing to lose.

Everyone can do the right thing.

They just need the right motivation.

What's this?

- The future.
- ♪ You ask me where to begin ♪

- ♪ Am I so lost in my sin... ♪
- Don't I pay you enough to dress better?

♪ You ask me where did I fall ♪

♪ I'll say I can't tell you when ♪

♪ But if my... ♪

The fuck
did you just do, you fuckin'...

Oh I...

oughta...

I'd... get... that... fuck!

Where is Walden?

Get outta here, you bitch,
or I'll fuck you to death.

I'm offering you
a share in the profits.

Ten percent.

To do what?

To be my right-hand man.

You'll organize my security team.

The entire city is looking for Walden.

Everyone wants that fucker dead.

So, either you do it
or we'll do it our way.

- Who is that?
- A member of his gang.

Please release me.
I can't take it.

Why did you off him?

What if he knew where to find Walden?

You can just leave Walden to me.

What are you gonna do about it?

You want something to eat?

I'm gonna do what has to be done.

This job required
specialized surveillance.

It's easy to find a man
who has a home and a family.

But if you're looking
for someone with no address,

who changes cars, women, and location...

...you have a problem.

The whole city was looking for Walden.

We knew we would find him.
It was just a matter of time.

The DA has new information

regarding the shooting
in Olszanka near Warsaw.

Police found the automatic weapon,

which during the attempt
to take over the stolen trucks

was used to kill
one of the police officers

and kidnap the child taken hostage

by the criminals during their escape.

Shit.

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Where's Walden?

I don't know.

Where?

Ugh! Don't fuckin' know!

You listen to me now, you damn dope head.

You're dead either way.

The only thing for you to decide
is whether you die in ten seconds

or suffer till sunrise.

He's at Archie's shop.

Thank you.

Thank you.

While I was cleaning the city again...

...the gang of fuckheads kept making a mess.

...still be the king.

Chief!

You havin' a good time?

Fuck, chief! He was my colleague!

Like, for a month. He was supposed to
see my kid's first communion.

We were supposed to,
like, go fishing. Man, that's messed up.

You never stop swimming.

All upstream.

Chief, when'd you get out?

You see,
it was a bit earlier than expected.

When they got everybody...

Back when Masa ratted everyone out.
Everyone except you, chief.

And now... now...

Now... Now they locked
you up as well, chief!

Because of some fuckin' sculpture!

So, I thought, first Masa, then sculpture!

I'm gonna fuckin' kill Daniel.

Fuckin' no one would stop us, huh?

Fucking no one would stop us!

Is there anyone bigger than us
in this whole fuckin' country, huh?

It's ours to have.

Fuck! We're gonna be like kings.
We're gonna be like kings! Right, chief?

We'll get a boat and go to the seaside.
We'll be together again, huh?

Why did you make friends
with that fuckin' queer?

Why the fuck
did you stop listening to what I say?

I said, "Don't do anything."

To fuckin' let it go.

Well, that's who I am. Fuck.

Either love me or you will have to...

I'm dead anyway.

So, I guess
I'd rather have you kill me than them.

Kill me, chief.

Hello.

All right,

We'll meet at your place.

You were incredible at that.

It was a great pleasure
doing business with you.

No matter what people say,
we'll always be like brothers.

Consider who you're fuckin' aiming at,
you bitch.

I understand this whole thing

had a big emotional impact on you.

I feel it too.

But I feel relieved that the piece of shit
who tried to kill me is dead.

I'll have to wait
to feel that same relief, I suppose.

Wait for tonight.

When you become part owner
of half a ton of cocaine worth millions.

Is that it?

A bit of cash
and my conscience is clear, huh?

Sleep at night?

You see,
I'd rather talk to my wife about feelings.

Post-sex.

There's no such thing
as conscience or friendship

when it's cold hard cash.

Is that why you cooperate with pigs?

I will cooperate with anyone
to get what I need.

- And what do you think is my motivation?
- The money.

It's up to me if you earn ten million.

And when you earn it,
you'll wanna earn ten more.

And that's why you should work for me.

Following my orders.

Did you get that?

If you don't have people who are
ready to walk through fire for you,

sooner or later, you're nobody.

This, this, this, this!

The more focused you are on money,

the less you can see
what's going on right under your nose.

Something's wrong here.
C'mon! Let's get out, man!

- What the fuck are you doing? Get off me!
- No, come on! We have to get outta here!

Police!
Put your hands up! Get down now!

- Face down! Don't move!
- Stay right there!

Ah shit! What the fuck?!

What's going on?

- So, you like books, right?
- What?

What have you read lately?

So, where's your money now, Daniel?

How can you pay for loyalty?

What the fuck are you saying?

I like to talk to my wife
about feelings too.

Hey!

You can't do this!

These aren't the rules.

What fuckin' rules, Daniel?

You sent me to kill my own guy.

How can I trust
you're not just gonna put a hit on me?

This is not the time to discuss it.

Loyalty, you fucker.

Character, you fucker.

And friendship, you fucker.

They'll come for me.

The whole city and the Russians
pitched in for this shit.

First, you need to buy time.

- How long?
- It could be as much as 48 hours.

Make sure to have more than you need.

- Second...
- Four of them.

...be one step ahead of everyone.

What the fuck am I gonna do there?

Forget about the money. Just decide
if you wanna be with him or not.

♪ Extreme ways are back again
Extreme places I didn't know... ♪

You don't need it. Leave it here.
Doesn't matter. We'll get you a new one.

Third, forget about
the material things.

So, where will your car be at?

To the right.

And you?

♪ Extreme ways that help me... ♪

Fourth,

carry it all out
only with the people who believe in you.

Not the ones you bought.

And finally,

play your role the best you can.

♪ Did you ever like it then? ♪

Tell people
the story they want to hear.

And in the meantime, write your own.

Goodnight, my sweet,
royally fucked prince.

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Then it fell apart ♪

♪ Fell apart ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Then it fell apart ♪

♪ It fell apart... ♪

Hello?

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Then it fell apart... ♪

Hey!

Call the fire trucks!

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Like it always does... ♪

Fuckin' back outta here!

♪ Extreme sounds that told me ♪

♪ They held me down every night ♪

♪ I didn't have much to say ♪

♪ I didn't give up the light ♪

♪ I closed my eyes and closed myself ♪

♪ And closed my world
And never open up to anything ♪

♪ That could get me at all ♪

♪ I had to close down everything ♪

♪ I had to close down my mind ♪

♪ Too many things should cut me... ♪

Don't forget your friends.

Give everyone what they deserve.

♪ So many heartaches, so many faces
So many dirty things... ♪

The rest will fall into place.

That being said,
I took my ten percent in style.

♪ It's always good in life for this ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Oh baby... ♪

Going to Bornholm.
Our plane is there waitin'.

Ah!

Bonus.

♪ Then it fell apart ♪

♪ It fell apart ♪

- ♪ Oh baby ♪
- ♪ Oh baby ♪

- ♪ Oh baby ♪
- ♪ Oh baby ♪

- ♪ Then it fell apart ♪
- ♪ It fell apart ♪

- ♪ It fell apart ♪
- ♪ It fell apart ♪

- ♪ Oh baby ♪
- ♪ Oh baby ♪

- ♪ Oh baby ♪
- ♪ Oh baby ♪

- ♪ Like it always does ♪
- ♪ Always does ♪

- ♪ Always does ♪
- ♪ Always does ♪

The fuck's goin' on?

What is this?

- You wanted the sea. And here you are.
- What... The fucking sea?

Where are we?!

I'll take care.

Take it easy.
We're taking a chance to start all over.

Tell me where the fuck we are, chief.
Wh... Where are we going?

Wherever you want.
Let's go to Walden Pond.

Your place. For a brand-new start.

Chief, is that fuckin' Poland?

It is.

Walden, look. I saved your coked-out ass!
You get that?

I don't remember
anyone asking me if I wanted to be saved.

Turn this fuckin' boat around!

Shit!

Let it go?

That's my fuckin' world right there!
That's... That's where my life is! Fuck!

Oh fuck!

We fuckin' murdered people!

We should all die back there like dogs!
Do you fuckin' understand?

Goddamn it!

What the fuck.
I'll swim back if I have to!

Fuckin' think about it first!

Your girlfriend is here. What about her?

What about me...

...and my family?

They will beat you and torture you
and make you confess everything to them.

I've never sold anyone out.

I protected all of you.

I even killed that kid
so they wouldn't go after us.

Sorry, chief. I'm beyond saving.

You idiot! What did you do, Walden?

I heard a gunshot.
What have you done, Walden?

Walden didn't want my help.

I killed him.

But not then.

I killed him long ago.

At that moment,
when I first laid eyes on him.

I wanted to be a gangster
and a human at the same time.

But...

...you can't save humanity in a world

where no one wants to be human.

You don't have to follow
the same rules I did.

You can make your own rules.

Time's up.

Dad, then what do... you want me to do?

You follow those rules always, son.

♪ Oh my beloved ♪

♪ Kindness of the heart... ♪

The third part of your saga
begins with a rather poetic description.

Half a ton of cocaine that you set aflame

to stop it from reaching
the Polish market.

I wanted to protect
the people of Poland

from the evil of drugs.

Especially

the younger generation.

On the floor! Get down!

Sweet fuck!

It was a book. It just fell on the floor.
Calm down, everyone.

THE MAN WITH THE WHITE EYES

♪ And I'm coming home... ♪

After all,
you don't even know my name.

Come 'ere!

No, get it!

Throw it here!

Chief!

Permission to get these two bitches
because they are stealing my ball!

No! No!

- Magda!
- To the water!

Right. Are you ready?

Yeah, all right.
How do you do it?

- Snort it.
- Go on.

- Snort it?!
- Do it.

Fuck!

Are you fuckin' done?!

Come on!

Look at the camera.

Come here!
Let's keep cuddling.

- Everybody wait in line!
- It's very kind of you.

No, he can't come to the phone right now.

- It's for you.
- For me?

Don't be shy. Get over here!

Look pretty for the camera.

I really put on
my best face for you there, my dear.

Today, you're good.

Right back here, bitch!

What an interesting topic.

- It's gonna be fuckin' stressful.
- No!

- Attention! Attention!
- Mine's not full!

To the boss! To the boss!

Chief! The chief!
Who has the best wife in the world!

Oh, what the fuck are you sweetie pies
talking about over here?

I have definitely got...
I'd wear that. So what?

My friend.