Original subtitles

Hi, what do you want?

What's with her?

With who?

The new nanny.

She wasn't good enough.

Let's go buy a quad, huh?

You should talk to your child, not give him presents.

Talk about what?

A nanny I had to fuck up 'cause you let her track me?

- Show him what's life about. - Fuck you.

Did she have a child or a family?

- Why do you ask? - I don't know.

Maybe someone would like to say goodbye.

Oh, oh...

Fuck! Have some decency!

Now the left one. On the other side. Great.

Good, this leg over here...

Very good.

- Rafał Bednarski, Izabela's husband? - Yes. What's the matter?

- What is this? - My condolences.

"Ketling rushed forward, not waiting for the soldiers.

The walls shook and a loud bang was heard all around.

Crenels, walls, horses, guns, the dead and the living,

masses of land, everything was in flames,

all mixed up, all in one mass. It was all blown to bits."

Fuckaboom.

"Such was the end of Wołodyjowski, Hector of Kamieniec,

the finest soldier of the Commonwealth."

What's a Hector?

He was an ancient warrior. A very brave one.

- Like my dad. - Like your dad.

- You're not gonna die, right? - No.

- Promise? - Promise.

What kind of stupid idea is this?

I only have you now.

Same with me.

- Give it back. - Get lost, Barbie!

- It's my son! - And my boyfriend.

Give it back!

He's hungry for my pussy.

You whore.

Leave her alone.

Shut up! Shut your face!

Enough?

I can't hear you.

Enough.

You're a troublemaker, Ann.

It's that old bitch.

Watch your language. Behave yourself.

Fuck me... Pardon, for fuck's sake.

I've spoken with the jailer.

Not a single prisoner knows of any harassment.

They're afraid! I'll issue a complaint.

Ann... Let's remain civil.

No-fault divorce. We'll move you to another cell.

Can I choose one?

I know... It's not a spa resort.

A Muay Thai mistress is incarcerated here.

But she's as gentle as a lamb.

Muay Thai? What country is it from?

Hi, I'm Anna.

Hey.

Hallo?

- I'm Batman. - Why did you slap me?

Don't interrupt my practice.

But why in the face? Fuck.

From the frying pan into the fire.

All right.

Regardless, I suggest we get acquainted.

Tell me about yourself. How did you end up here?

I fell in love with Dariusz.

We were supposed to get married. It was true love.

I smuggled cocaine so we could afford a flat.

Five kilos.

Just like me! Like me!

I was arrested at the airport and sentenced to three years.

If he loves me, he'll wait, right?

Come on, he's not the only Dariusz on the planet.

You know... A man is like a bus.

You can always take the next one.

But why Batman?

That's what Daruś called me. He said I've got pretty ears.

Batman had nice ones too.

Hello, Barbie. Missed me?

Fuck off.

How's your son? Got any new photos?

- I got tired of the old one. - Some day I'll fucking kill you!

Go ahead, you rat, go on!

Why are you staring, you pest?

Your new lackey?

Lick her cooch! You'll get more zits.

Why didn't you fuck her up?

- It's none of my leg's business. - My legs don't know how to fight!

- Do they want to know? - Shit... For sure!

Know what Muay Thai means?

Bash and get it over with?

The art of eight limbs.

Here, here, here and here.

Your eight arguments.

Your body and your weapon.

- That's what I thought. - What?

My body, my weapon.

Tits. Ass. Legs. You know.

Tits are your weak point.

Ouch!

Fight your weaknesses rather than me.

It's not gonna work. Fuck.

Lift 'em up.

I never carry my bags.

Run!

I don't know how to run on flat ground!

Hurry up, go.

Faster, for fuck's sake!

Faster, run!

Go, go!

Look after your soul. Strength comes from harmony.

I'm the best, I'm the man.

Now it's time for a stretching routine.

Spread your legs.

I'm damn good at that!

Ta-dah!

Weak point.

Strong point.

Ostrowska! You've got mail.

Thank you.

- Bad news? - No. It's not from my son.

"Greetings from Morocco, Chopper."

From a friend. Am I supposed to be fucking jealous?

Nice views.

MOROCCO

Hold on.

One Margarita and one Ayran.

We're here.

At her place. I got the money.

Six thousand bucks.

What do you mean, split it in four?

No way, man, half is mine.

Half is mine, do you hear me?!

The whore and the money are mine.

Son of a bitch!

Strong.

Grab her! Go!

Get her!

- She won't be any good! - Let go.

Kurwa!

She has to know the rules. I am the master here!

Give me the money!

Pass the bag.

Half is mine, understand?

She's worth much more.

Hey! Surprise!

What is he doing here?

Get lost!

Can you do it? Yes, you can! Congrats!

You're no match for me anymore.

Race with yourself. Set the new lap record.

- Again? - Maciek!

The hardest part is to keep winning. Any fool can get lucky.

Three, two...

Why are you here?

I didn't want to use the phone. The Colombians are in.

Good.

Faster, boys. Move it. No time to waste. Go!

Missed me?

No.

- Oh! Looks like you lied. - No, he's always like that, my dear.

Let's discuss it in our room.

No.

First comes first.

I'm waiting for the right moment, my dear.

This is the best moment.

Those Poles want coke and we'll give it to them.

It's for the bosses to decide, don't you think?

We've agreed that you'll try to convince them, right?

Pour me one.

You'll meet with them and make an offer.

It's only a thousand fucking kilos. Not much for them.

They kill for less than that.

But you don't want to rob them. Just ask for a commission.

No one loses. Everyone wins. Mostly us.

It's an ideal moment for a step forward. For progress. So what will you do?

Nothing?

No one else is gonna do it for you.

You're tough.

You'll handle it.

All right, I'll talk to them.

- We're in this together. - As always.

How's the posta, Javier?

It's delicious.

It's shit.

It's not posta. It's shit.

A piece of fish, bananas, some sauce, some rice.

How dare they call it posta.

My mother used to spend hours in the kitchen.

Her posta was a mix of flavors and aromas.

A true symphony.

Is your mother still alive, Javier?

No. She passed away.

It's a pity.

In that case,

do you swear on your life we'll make a deal with the Poles?

On my life. You have my word.

Your life has no fucking use to me.

It's no good for posta.

I'll cut your balls off, Javier.

And feed your woman with them.

Then I'll fuck her.

They will too.

So will my dog and my cat.

Even my cat's fleas will fuck her. Is that clear?

Of course, Roberto.

You trust the Poles that much?

One hundred percent.

Besides we'll use one as a hostage.

Trust me.

Why do I have to go there?

Fucking because. They set the rules.

If something goes wrong, the Colombians will seek revenge.

You're my right hand.

It sucks.

I'd rather not get involved.

Listen.

Life is like the Orient Express.

Either you get in, or stay out like a pussy.

Everyone can make speed now. All you need is a chemist and a kitchen.

Mary Jane will grow anywhere, all you need is light. You can make heroin in a bath.

But cocaine, Kacper...

It's the top league.

A gram of quality coke costs 400 zloty.

That same gram in South America...

four zloty. Do you get me?

A hundred times cheaper.

Fuck!

I don't wanna go there. It's far away.

Not my fault that coca grows in the tropical zone.

I prefer Poland. I was born here.

And you will die here! I'm fucking sure of that!

You'll get your share.

What fucking leave? It's not a government job.

I don't feel well. Fuck.

Why didn't you just say so? You mean a woman's thing?

No, I got fucking hypertension. From stress.

I'm going to a camp.

No phone, no laptop, a thousand calories a day.

Meditation, exercise, such bullshit.

What about the kid?

He's coming with me.

I can look after him, get some rest.

No, no.

There's a pool there. He likes to swim.

Chill out.

The load is on the way.

Four tons, a BMW, it's all set up.

All right. Fine.

One week?

Will you miss me?

A thousand calories?

Aren't you too skinny?

Fuck. You're so nice.

I need surveillance. ASAP. Two people.

The girl and the kid.

They don't have to follow us step by step. We'll be a laughing stock.

They do.

They'll guard you when I leave.

Do you have to go?

I'm going there so we can stop worrying about money, all right?

But when I get back, we'll go somewhere tropical,

buy a small house with a pool

and swim for the rest of our lives. Sound good?

Won't you have to go to work?

No.

And we'll be free!

They've landed. Of course.

Should've worn shorts. My balls are sweating.

You're not on holiday.

Please step in.

Where's the air conditioning?

They have a world famous museum of gold here.

Plan on taking something?

Yeah. A swing at you.

You'll get a treat. You'll be pleased.

A local prostitute?

So glad you're here.

These cigars, Kacper, are the best. Cuban.

Very good.

And very expensive. Try one.

Thank you.

- Sniff it. - Can I finish my cigar first?

Sniff it, it's our stuff.

Feels very painful in the nose.

- Smile. - Why?

Fucking smile, or I'll fuck you up.

- What is it? - They have a kid.

I see.

What a fine boy. Kacper. Good job!

- You've put your dick to good use. - Don't be disgusting.

- Soon I'll make you pregnant, my dear. - Enough, back to business.

Fuck business!

Kiss me.

Why?

Shut the fuck up and do as I say.

Act like we're in love or they'll fucking kill us.

Understood.

- They think they're funny. - Oh, yeah? We'll see about that.

Magnum 44. Understand?

I knew it.

Looks like I have to blow you, Kacper.

If you're too high on coke to get a boner, I'll fucking kill you.

Do you realize how embarrassing this is for me?

Tell him go.

Go to the house, she feels uncomfortable.

- No way, I wanna watch. - Scram.

Give me the gun.

It's unfair.

Cheers!

I've got a task for you.

A fucking big one. Very big.

- What's the surprise? Please tell me. - You'll see.

This.

- A ship. - You've bought it?!

No, come on. I'm gonna trade coffee now.

Something's wrong.

It's the cops.

Fuck.

- Take the kid to the car. - I wanna stay with you.

Come on.

Sorry, muchachos, gotta answer, verstechen?

I can't take it no more.

They are too civilized, only theaters and museums.

Shut up and listen.

- Are you alone? - Alone?

They follow me all day.

Act like everything's fine. Smile.

Let them think it's all right.

They stole the whole load.

I'm scared as hell.

Smile and keep your head up.

I'll negotiate your release.

Speak!

Son of a bitch! He's tougher than a rock.

We need an interpreter.

He doesn't know anything.

Then who does, my dear?

- Daria. - Daria?

Are you suggesting we go to Poland?

With no money? No coke?

Give me that! Shit!

I've had fucking enough of you!

See this?

I'll shove it up your ass! Rip your guts till I reach the brain!

Then I'll poke your eyes out.

Huh, you fucking Polack?

You can't crack a Polack.

What did he say? Is he insulting me?

Was that an insult?

You've got some nerve, you fuck. I'll show you!

I'll tell you.

Fuck me!

Fuck! Why the fuck did you do that? What the fuck just happened?

It's a waste of time. Cut this fucker's head off.

Shit, bunny...

He was just about to talk.

We're off to Puerto Lopez. Then by boat to Aruba.

It's Dutch territory. We can go anywhere from there. Move it!

Hey!

I can explain everything.

Please... It's not my fault.

I know where the load is...

No! Drop the gun!

Drop it or he'll take a bullet!

Do it.

I love you very much, bunny.

Your papers, miss?

I'm on my way to a funeral. I left my wallet at home.

And...

She's armed!

Hey, get lost!

Listen, I'll get in trouble for this.

I'll pay well, Jose.

What use is money after death.

You'd rather a bullet?

OK.

I'll give you a boat.

Head northeast to get to the island.

How long will it take?

On this boat and with a speed of 16 knots?

You'll get to Aruba in five to six hours.

Here. Arepas with cheese. Freshly made. Eat them on the way.

Thank you.

You know Javier was a good man.

May the Lord guide her and protect her, may the Holy Mother...

Give me the phone.

Holy Mother sees all things, Jose. Us too.

Give me this goddamn phone.

She's still very young.

Being old sucks.

Subtitle translation by Igor Kaźmierczak