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Grundza! Stop!

Fuck!

Hands up! On your knees!

Get ready for a jumpsuit, Grundza!

Forty-five, awaiting further instructions.

DO THE MÆTH

MR. ENGINEER

- Marek Severa. - Education?

Masters in Economics, MBA.

I see that here, business school. Graduated with honors.

And also six months' study in China, at the University of Hong Kong.

And Agile Prince certification with a side specialization in IT.

3RD PLACE

- Yes, Mom? - Marek, I'm just calling

to wish you good luck in the interview.

You did that already this morning. I have to go now.

And you really don't want me to go with you?

- I'd... - No, I'll manage myself, don't worry.

- You're so stubborn. - I really have to go now.

Call me immediately afterwards, then.

And have you got the tie clip from me? For good luck, the gold one?

I do. Bye!

So, tell me something about yourself.

Your strengths?

Meticulousness, knowledge of corporate law.

I can do programming, and I learn really fast.

And why should we choose you for this post when you have no prior work experience?

Okay.

I've studied my whole life. I've gathered knowledge.

And now I want to use it in practice.

I chose your company so that I can apply my knowledge...

and show you what I can do.

Excellent, Marek, you've convinced me. You're hired.

And because you're young, promising, and full of enthusiasm,

the company has decided to post you to our newly launched start-up

in the north.

In the north? Am I supposed to commute?

No need to worry, Mr. Severa. You'll have a company flat.

Well, that's great.

- And a company car? - I'm afraid not.

In this envelope you'll find all the documentation

as well as the keys to the flat.

The flat is located in the picturesque Šluknov region.

The Stench housing estate was built in the 1970s

to serve the employees of the newly built asbestos processing plant.

We believe that a cosmopolitan individual such as yourself

will make the most of this opportunity for personal and professional growth.

Good luck, Marek.

- Come on! - Move it!

What are you gawping at, fucker?

Christ! Sorry.

Excuse me, is this flat seven?

I'm leaving already!

Just don't crap yourself!

You've arrived at your destination.

Hello.

- Lukáš Ceplecha. - Marek Severa.

I'm looking for Mr. Petrman. Is he somewhere around?

Christ, where is the new prick?

Oh, man...

I see, I'm Zdenek Petrman.

Marek Severa.

First-name terms, all right, Marek?

I see you've already found your desk. That's good.

You'll be sharing the office with Ceplecha here.

He does design and technology.

But be careful with him.

Because Ceplecha is...

a proper asshole!

Good, should I leave my things here or will you train me now?

Meeting room.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Sprout!

Sprout?

Yeah.

You'll be gawping, mate.

Just imagine, okay?

You're at a festival,

sunshine, chill, music...

You've been at a festival before, haven't you?

Oh, man.

Okay, so you're queuing for a beer, right?

A big fuck-off queue for beer and you need to piss.

It's still a long way to the tap, loads of people behind you.

You don't want to lose your place in the queue.

What do you do?

- You use a sprout, man. - Sprout!

There'll be sprouts installed all along the queue,

so you turn round,

unzip,

relieve yourself,

zip up and don't lose your place in the queue.

Right?

I'm supposed to work on that?

- Good, isn't it? - Sure.

Funny as hell.

Lads, come here!

I'd like to introduce our new colleague.

This is Marek Semenák.

No, Severa.

Severa.

And this is Franke and all his team.

Yeah, and we've got this tradition here.

This is your first day in the company, Marek.

So we'll all go to the pub after work.

But I don't drink.

Another Ceplecha, mate.

I see.

You don't drink.

So you and Ceplecha will have to get some lemonade, right?

Oh, Boss, I'd also like to ask about the flat.

What's up with the flat?

I think there's been a mistake. It's located in a ghetto.

Well, I suppose there must have been some mistake.

Normally we have company villas with swimming pools.

I'll discuss it with Accounts,

but you'll have to stay there for a few days.

But...

Hello.

That's mine!

I don't know.

Why are you giving them my things?

- Are you Mr. Severa? - Yeah.

They said they knew you. And that they were helping you.

We had no reason to disbelieve them. Why would they invent something like that?

- Helping? They're stealing it! - Be happy about it.

You wouldn't be able to handle the big stuff.

I thought that's what you're here for?

Give it here!

Marecek, so how's work? How's the new flat?

I can hear a party going on, so you're celebrating already, right?

No, but...

Yeah, it's okay so far.

Really?

Yes, the flat's a bit worse than I'd expected,

but they said they'd give me something better.

Dad and I can help you with something.

- I'll have a look... - No, it's fine.

I'll manage.

Don't worry. I'll manage.

You're sure? I'd like to...

No, I'll manage on my own.

- Bye. - Bye.

No.

What a morning.

Fuck!

Wait, the rucksack!

Hey!

You forgot your rucksack!

Hey!

Stop!

I'm sorry, but the young woman left her rucksack in the corridor.

- We have to... - Into the car, hurry up!

- Why, what's up? - You're arrested, mate!

- Get a move on! - What?

POLICE

So tell us, you junkie.

I'm sorry?

Who were you going to sell the drugs to?

What drugs?

I was just going to work.

To work?

To sell this?

Christ, I was taking it to that woman who left it there.

Yeah, sure, someone just leaves their shit lying around.

Speak!

I really don't know!

Meth.

Have some.

In a moment, you'll willingly tell me everything yourself.

I don't take drugs.

You don't?

Good little boy, eh?

You prick, we caught you with 100 grams of meth ready for sale.

You can get banged up for ten years for that.

You're up the creek, mate, this shit...

That's Grundza.

I can recognize him from a fucking mile off!

I know they cook it up in that tower block.

I moved in there yesterday.

You're such a good little boy, aren't you?

You'd be a waste of space behind bars.

You'll be my mole.

You'll be my eyes and ears.

You'll infiltrate those fucking junkies and gather evidence for me.

When, where, how much and what they use. The exact procedure.

Yeah...

But I don't know the people at all. How do I get involved with them?

You give them this back.

Don't you need it as evidence?

It's all been documented.

Nice, isn't it?

Severa, for fuck's sake!

Yeah, nice.

Nice.

What're you ringing the bell for, you cunt?

Someone else from the court?

No, I'm your new neighbor.

Our new... What are you on about, you fucking cunt?

You taking the piss, fucking cunt?

That's my bag, you thieving asshole. That's my bag!

- I'll stab you. - I found it, and I came to give it back.

You giving it back, eh?

- Yeah. - You found it?

Wait, wait, wait.

- Shit, fucking cunts, they all steal here... - Shut your trap!

Fine.

- And now fuck off. - Hang on, I...

Fuck off, man!

- You want to get hit? - I can help you.

Stop, I'm telling you to stop!

- What do you want to help me with? - Well, I don't know.

- Come in. - I can guess what's going on here.

And what's going on here?

What's this, d'you know him?

What's that? What're you whispering, you cunts?

Fuck, look at him, he looks like Menšík!

Menšík?

Menšík, the patron saint of all Romani people.

Okay, come on in.

Take it away, put the knife over there.

Come in.

I need to take a shit.

Just go, then, what're you asking me for, idiot?

Don't shit yourself here.

Just ignore him. What d'you need from us?

And be straight.

I want to help you with your business.

You understand business?

Yeah, I studied sales management in China.

In Decín?

My brother studied in Ústí nad Labem, at the institution.

He's a pastry chef, so don't show off, you cunt.

What are you trying, man?

But...

- Maybe I could help you with this. - How do you want to help us?

Well, we can simply lodge an appeal with the district court,

opposition to the arbitration council of the Chamber of Bailiffs.

We'll work out a retrospective payment plan,

and we could also declare personal bankruptcy.

So you know all the clauses and sections, yeah?

Yeah, I can definitely help you with that.

I'm not an idiot, you see? Why did you come here?

- Christ, talk, but fast. - I need money.

Look at your nice hair, the way you look, man.

Look at that suit, you cunt.

And you're saying you have no money? Did you nick all that or what?

- Either offer us something or just... - Okay.

Okay, I'll take it as an investment.

- Here's my watch. - Give it here.

You can sell it and buy food or... something else.

- Give me the broach. - What broach?

- Oh, this, it's a tie clip. - Give it here.

I can't, it's from my mother for my graduation.

Give me the broach, I say.

Come on.

But promise me one thing.

I'll give you the clip, but please, don't sell it.

And when you see I'm not lying to you, and that I'm making you money, then...

- Then you give it back to me, okay? - Let's shake.

- I'm Rado. - I'm Marek.

- And this is my bro, Laco. - Laco.

- Hi, Laco. - Okay, Laco.

Bloody hell, we're out of paint!

Štefan, chuck it out, man, and go and cook the stuff!

I'm getting shaky and I fancy some, cunt!

- And he is Štefan. - Štefan, sure.

- And you're glad to meet him. - Sure.

So, you three live here together?

And Dad.

And where's he?

Stop!

- So where is it? - What?

Take the cuffs off.

Strip and search him!

Trousers off!

Bend over!

Cough!

Fuck!

- So? - Just shit, nothing else.

- Fuck! Cough it up, where is it? - What?

Why do you think that fucking dog keeps barking?

Because you don't fucking feed him.

Grundza, I'll get you!

So, got the meth?

- Here you are, boys. - Bloody hell.

- That burns, man. - Where d'you get all that good shit?

Come in, that's how it works here.

Want some too, cunt?

No, thank you.

That's nothing to do with me.

You're the experts here. I'll leave this to you, gentlemen.

Fuck!

Jesus fucking Christ!

I'll study it all

and try to think up some innovative solution,

some processes, and we'll start it together.

- Bye, Menšík. - Hi, Rado.

- Got anything? - Come on in.

Hey, Mug, want to buy a broach?

IT ALL WORKED ACCORDING TO PLAN.

Hey, Erika, open the door!

Throw a stone at the window. She probably can't hear.

See me hit it!

Fuck off!

No!

SPROUT

METHAMPHETAMINE

CHARACTERISTICS

SLANG EXPRESSIONS

THE DEALER DID NOT SELL ONLY FOR MONEY

Fuck!

Oh, this is perfect!

It's leaking through. Ceplecha!

It's leaking, do something!

Fucking do something about it. I'm in the process.

But it's nice.

Oh, what a relief.

What the... Jesus. Damn it.

It's nothing.

Just carry on.

And put your back into it!

Boss, what about my flat?

They smashed my windows in yesterday.

I didn't sleep a wink.

Don't worry, Marek. I'm working on it.

It'll be sorted soon.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Hi. - What d'you want now, you cunt?

All right.

So...

shall we get to work?

Fuck, I'm back at school.

That's fucking nuts. Fuck me.

What about the bailiffs?

The bailiffs are sorted.

You've got a year's postponement followed by a payment schedule.

But you have to phone the district court.

You do it.

Okay, I'll phone them.

Is that all? Then fuck off. Get lost.

- Goodbye. - Wait, give me a chance.

I'm not giving you any chance. Just fuck off!

Look, I've looked at it and I can help you earn a lot of money.

No, just leave, go away. Fuck it.

Oh, well.

- Let's see what you can do. - Take a seat, please.

We start with a SWOT analysis.

And we find out what we should focus on.

I'll start with the weaknesses.

Distribution.

Presentation.

STINK

What stink, you cunt?

Calm down.

Hey, wait, no, no! No, no, no.

- Don't sniff it. I need it. - Give it to him, you twat!

- Got the cap? - Fucking give him the cap! Asshole!

Strengths, quality.

Quality, good. Come and taste the quality.

I made one up for you on your phone. Come and have a line.

On my phone? No, thank you, I don't do drugs.

Then there's more left for me.

No!

- Marek? - Hi.

- Who's that? - It's fine.

- Is it snowing in there? - No, I'm at a friend's.

- Man... - I thought you got mugged.

- No, I'll phone you later, okay? - Bye.

Damn it! Do you have to snort all the time?

You don't have to. You can also inject it or drink it.

Or get it blown up your arse through a tube.

- Yeah. - What? Who'd do something like that?

Go for the hole.

- I don't want to do this! - Do it, cunt!

Or those glasses of yours'll go flying!

Come on, the hole's waiting.

Yeah!

No!

That's disgusting!

What the fuck's going on!

You bullying the new guy?

- No, boss. - Are they bullying you?

No.

Fine, then.

And don't you be fucking him at night!

Listen...

You don't want us to fuck you in the arse?

No, I don't.

Well, you chose the wrong bed, right below the Grunter.

Hi, Lollipop.

He's got this mechanism, it's like a trapdoor.

When you uncover yourself in your sleep, he gets a hard-on,

pulls on the lever, falls right on top of you,

and starts fucking you like mad!

No way!

Don't worry, I think of women when I do it. It's not gay.

No!

You're going to do it, mate. You really are!

What about other threats from outside? What could happen?

- Rado. - Well, the Cervenaks.

THREATS, EXPLOSION, POLICE

- What's that? - Christ, they also distribute.

I'd rather go for a dump.

All right, competition.

- Why is it such a threat? - Old Cervenak wants Dad's secret recipe.

But we don't have it ourselves.

Old Cervenak?

Old Cervenak. No one's ever seen him.

His son does his dirty work for him. Understand?

Good, so...

Okay, the Cervenaks.

And what about opportunities?

How about getting amongst people somewhere?

Discos, for example.

Fuck, are you taking the piss?

The Cervenaks have it all, understand?

- Nightclubs? - Also the fucking Cervenaks.

- Schools? - Everything.

Their children sell at school, in the institutions...

How many children have they got?

A whole football team of them.

Okay, fine, so...

I need the toilet. I need to take a crap after that line.

- Štefan! - Get lost!

Asshole! I need to go to the toilet.

I'm not done yet, man.

Fucking hurry up, Štefan, or I'll crap myself here, for fuck's sake.

Where's the bog roll, fucking fuck!

Christ, man, what...

What a cunt!

Christ, what're you doing?

Bloody hell, you're like animals.

Is he supposed to crap in his pants?

How am I supposed to teach you when you don't even have basic habits?

You asshole.

Good, okay.

What?

You showing off, you fucking cunt? You twat!

Did I tell you to come here? You walked into the building yourself.

Fine, I apologize.

We'll work something out.

Well, I hope so.

Hey, what the fuck's going on?

- What d'you keep knocking on the door for? - We need a batch.

Come back in half an hour, fucking junkies!

And this is another threat.

Customers come to your place, someone will notice.

The police, for example. We have to get away from here.

Go straight to the client and expand the market.

That's fucked, then. We can't go into town either.

We'll have to get round it so it doesn't look obvious.

But like a normal, everyday activity.

Yeah.

I've just had an idea.

No, not that.

Package, you cunt.

PARCEL

Can I ask what company you work for?

No worries, man.

Could you show me some ID?

Fuck, what a blow!

- Let's try it again. - Yeah.

And this time no cigarette, and don't say anything vulgar.

- Aye. - And the main thing, no violence.

I can't help it. My hands just do what they want.

- Of course. - Okay, fine, let me do it.

Go.

Hello, I've got a package for you.

Yeah!

You're fucking impossible. You can't do it like that.

Fine.

- Here. - Watch me.

Hello, this is Mirek from Parcel. I have a package for you.

- On my way down. - Thank you.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

- Have a nice day. - You too.

- Good. - Man, you nailed it.

Well done.

It really works. We can do it.

- And you'll be the seller. - I can't. I have to go to work.

- Watch out, it's Cervenak. - Fucking hell, he's coming.

You dipshit, what're you snorkeling here for?

- What? - What? I saw you, man.

You belong to me!

- Grab him, quick. - You're coming with us.

- What's going on? - Into the car, hurry up!

What are you fucking waiting for? And don't fucking bleed all over it.

I'm taking the kids to school later, prick.

- This is bad. - Don't worry.

Kocman won't squeal.

All right then, Marek? Did you learn anything?

The flat is inhabited by Radovan, Laco and Štefan Grundza.

The father is currently in prison.

They have a small device for cooking meth in the living room.

They produce about a hundred doses a week.

What do they cook it from?

I can smell gasoline in there.

And there are some Modafen bottles lying around.

But I don't really understand such things.

But that's what you're fucking here for.

Get me evidence. I need documentation.

I want something tangible. This is fucking useless!

Useless!

Ceplecha? You live here?

Four years.

So there aren't any villas or employee flats, then?

- Good evening. - Get that speccy prick, get him!

- Cunt! - Get him, after him!

- Get a move on! - I'll kill you! You white shit!

- Die! - What're you doing?

I'm watching him. Slap him, man, slap him!

I come in, the girl doesn't have her knickers on and I'm trashed.

Totally wrecked. I can't even get it up.

- And do you know what I said to her? - What?

Now you have to blow some gum, bitch.

Hello.

Welcome, Mr. Severa.

Do you think it's okay to keep us waiting here for four minutes?

I'm sorry, Boss, I was fine-tuning

the presentation until morning, so I overslept a bit.

Well, it's not the best of starts.

Go ahead.

The main topic of today's presentation is a product

that needs to go to as many customers as possible.

If we lower our costs, the resulting profit increases,

so we should introduce profitability indicators

that would help us take future decisions about investments.

The next point is production.

Once we have the new model, manufacturing efficiency should follow.

We need to make the product from the cheapest materials

and limit wastage.

We also have to make sure that all the junkies are satisfied

and only want our drugs.

What?

In short, it's about having the best possible product

and get it to as many customers as possible.

Marek, Marek...

What kind of bullshit is that?

I want only Sprout-specific innovations.

This is bollocks!

Marek, this is great.

What do we start with?

Well, we should sort out our sales to customers.

CERVA - CZECHIA

I think I'd start with manufacturing efficiency.

I need to see how Štefan cooks it.

No, no way.

I'm not letting you in there. There're chemicals in there, man.

It could even explode, and that's no joke.

It won't explode. Štefan's good. He knows how to cook, you know?

- Man! - What the fuck?

Fucking hell.

Fuck.

Štefan, come here...

Man...

Hang on. It'll be fine. Hang on.

- What are you doing, man? - Wait!

No, not that...

And what about the shit? It's fucked, eh?

Fuck the meth now, man!

Štefan, it'll be fine. Don't worry.

You can handle it. You're a man. You're a man!

We'll fix it, okay? It'll be good, yeah?

The shit's fucked, man.

And Štefan's fucked too.

You really don't want to call an ambulance?

What for? We'll treat him ourselves.

Have some. You'll be better.

Hold on!

Okay?

Yeah.

You see? Just like at the health center.

Better?

Well, there goes our manufacturing efficiency.

What? Nonsense, we'll keep on cooking.

But it's all just exploded.

We've got some other equipment in the cave, haven't we?

Quiet!

Štefan can't cook anyway.

I know someone who can help us and even improve the quality.

Your dad?

He's behind bars.

So let's get him out.

It's impossible.

Or it isn't?

Give him a pen.

Laco, you idiot, start writing.

- Let's write Dad a letter. - Fine.

Dear Dad.

We need you to come back home.

We can't supply you with any more shit.

Štefan can't cook any more.

Run away.

We've baked a nail file into your baguette.

Let's escape.

Come here, Konin.

Start digging.

Come here. You'll dig all night.

How are we supposed to do it?

Fucking blitzkrieg, mate.

Here.

Get in the car. Move it!

So, got something useful for me,

or should I just have you escorted to the remand prison?

Their stuff blew up yesterday.

It took Štefan's fingers off. I really can't do it anymore.

Oh, you can. You have to, even.

And when I call you, fucking pick it up!

Oh my, oh my!

- Mom! So let's have a chat! - No, no, no!

Marecek, how are you, dear boy?

Haven't heard from you for a while.

Everything's fine.

And what about the flat, is it better now?

Yeah, it's much better now.

You sound a bit sad.

Is there something wrong?

Yes, indeed there is!

Marecek will probably go to prison for selling drugs!

- No! - That'd be a big problem, wouldn't it?

I'll do anything.

Mom, everything's fine. I'm doing well.

Kiss, bye-bye!

Come on, cough it up.

Old Grundza wants to escape from prison.

Does he, now?

His sons mustn't find out I've snitched.

No, this suits us perfectly.

You don't want to stop it?

He's much more valuable when he's free.

You can watch him and then we'll lock them all up.

He's locked up already.

Yes, but for breaking a car window. He was on probation and got three years.

Like this we can shut down the whole Grundza rabble.

- They'll throw the book at them. - I don't know.

But I do!

That's all. You can go, mole.

So, this is the last batch without Dad.

Lads, there's something I should tell you.

Come on, none of your pearls of wisdom.

All right? And enjoy life, man!

Have some as well, man.

Live your life.

You're too sad, mate. Whatever is wrong with you.

Nothing.

What about Štefan?

Štefan's fine, man. Bro bought him a TV, you know?

- Yeah. - Look.

He's watching it, man.

He's doing well.

Keep on moving, keep on moving!

All right, let's go, next.

Come on, come on, we can do it!

Let's go! Come on! Move it!

- What're you doing, Konin? - Writing them a farewell letter.

- I'm saying that they're all pricks. - You're not going to kill yourself, man.

You're just escaping from prison, go!

Konin, get a move on, you twat!

- Shit, he's just killed himself! - What a dickhead!

You fucking morons, how did you dig it?

I'm stuck here. For fuck's sake!

What're you doing in there?

Shit!

What're you doing, Grundza?

Fuck, they've escaped!

Assholes!

A farewell letter? Saying that we're pricks?

You asshole!

- Good night, Boss. - Good night, Boss.

'Night, man.

Shit!

- What're you doing here? - What d'you think, man?

Knitting a jumper, man.

What are you doing in my flat?

You mean my fucking flat.

The whole building is mine, you cunt.

Jesus Christ, I think I'll go mad. I'll really go mad.

Ow, man.

Dad.

- Hi, Rado. - Why aren't you sleeping?

I've got constipation.

- Have a good poo, then. - Yeah, thanks.

- Rado? - Yeah?

What's he doing here?

Well...

Dad will be staying here with you.

No!

Well, the filth would find him otherwise. They're looking for him.

He can't stay at home.

No, no!

No, no, no...

He'll even cook here. We'll set up a small cooking lab here.

Don't worry, we'll install a hood.

- No one'll notice anything. - No way.

He's not staying and don't even think about a cooking lab!

No!

So why did you get involved, you cunt?

Shit.

Marek, don't do this to us, man.

After all this time we've known each other.

Come on, bro. Let's do it, give him a chance.

Fine, all right.

But he mustn't make a mess,

and everything stays in its proper place.

I give you my word.

Look, Dad's fine, as good as gold.

I swear to you on the death of Štefan.

So, you two heroes, how're things?

I've got something that'll surely make you happy. A little surprise.

Da da-da da da da. A new version of Sprout!

Lovely, isn't it?

I admit that the previous one was shit, but this is just right!

Take it as inspiration, you cunts!

Severa, can I talk to you for a moment?

I'm looking for Marek, man.

Hang on, where are you going, man? What's up with you? Hey, you twat!

I've been looking for you all day, you get it?

- What're you doing here? - Calm down, man.

- You're not supposed to be here! - Oh, come on.

- Go over there. - What for?

Wait for me in there.

Hi there, you cunt!

Ceplecha, pleased to meet you.

Listen, Marek, is everything okay?

You seem a bit upset these days.

Some Cervenaks kept asking after you here. And the police too.

Didn't you get involved in some fucking trouble?

No, everything's fine.

- What the fuck is wrong with you, cunt? - Are you sure?

Yeah, yeah.

Get a fucking move on. You're a man, aren't you?

All right, then,

so can you manage the presentation next week?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Well, that's fantastic.

And what have you got in mind?

I'll suggest changing the name to a rod urinal,

because Sprout is a bit...

Out of the question.

I could create a delivery app for ordering Sprouts, such as garden parties...

That's not bad.

And anything more useful?

I was thinking of a "meat-eating" Sprout. For women, but...

Wow, that's good!

I like that.

A meat-eating Sprout.

You mean, it will sort of "eat" their...

Probably not, right?

No, it's more about the shape.

Now the Sprout's like this,

but meat-eating plants are more... upwards, sort of.

Oh, I see.

- Yuck, you cunt, you prick! - But I have to go now.

Wait, Marek, I'm not finished with you!

Man, what have you done to him?

Nothing, he said he wanted some shit.

How much of it did he have?

He inhaled twice. He'll be fine.

Why do you even come here? You can't do that!

The police are after Dad, man!

There's a search on. They're looking everywhere.

So just shut up!

Don't worry, I'm in it with you.

- Glad to hear that. - Marek!

- Severa! - Fuck, hide, hide!

Marek, bloody hell...

What's that fucking stench in here?

And what about the tin foil?

We were making models,

including a robotic one.

Good.

Good that you're working hard!

Were you saying something?

No.

You fucking prick, not again!

- He's been working too hard, I suppose. - Fucking hell!

All right, but who's that?

I came to connect the cable, the eight. To the router, man.

We don't know each other. All right, lads, take care.

Mára, I'll phone you later. Bye, fellas.

Fucking twat, man, what a sleazy cunt...

What the fuck is the meaning of this, Severa?

TO HELP AND PROTECT POLICE

- No smoking here! - What d'you mean, "no smoking"?

- Simply "no smoking." - I'm waiting for a reaction.

At least turn it down.

No, not this bowl! It was my grandpa's, a Crystalex!

Don't touch it! A Crystalex?

- But... - No.

- I'll go mad. - Fuck off.

- Yeah. - I need to add the secret ingredient.

The idiot keeps touching it.

Fucking switch it off!

Why?

Because I can't stand it. It's killing me.

And come here. It's ready.

Dinner, dinner!

Taste it.

Already had some, Dad.

- Yeah, we really did, Dad. - Yeah.

Yeah.

Bloody hell, Laco, you've still got the needle in.

Marek!

No thanks, I don't do drugs.

What do you mean? Don't insult me, come on.

This is like caviar.

Dad, he's different.

How different?

Dad, he's cool.

- Cool? - Let's fucking give it to the janitor.

Okay?

Come on in.

He's the janitor?

I was watching over your flat the whole time!

Don't be nervous!

Dad's cooked some stuff up. Come and have a taste.

- You'll be licking your lips. - It's still warm.

Your nose tingling already?

Making the bed for it!

Hey, have a big one.

Good, isn't it?

What the hell? Should I call an ambulance?

No, he's fine.

He's good. If it's good shit, that's what it should look like.

- What? - Just watch.

Again!

Man, when I fucking see it, I want some too.

Shit, what a fucker!

They'll bite our arms off for this.

More people, fuck's sake. What d'you want, cunt?

- Have you got enough for a small one? - You owe me money!

- Just give me something. - You don't pay it back, man!

Fine, mate, fuck you all!

You, Laco, and mainly your moronic brother, Štefan.

What did you say, you cunt? You asshole!

Fuck off!

Coming here without money! Cunts!

- What a fucking piece of shit. - What have you done?

He made me do it. He shouldn't have said Štefan is a moron.

Fuck!

You killed him?

I didn't. He'll be fine. He's used to it.

Look, you can't do that to customers.

He's no customer, he's an asshole. He owes money.

He can pay in installments. Or he can work for it.

Fucking junkie.

He'd steal from us anyway.

Not if you pay him off in shit.

- Really? - Sure, it'd be a shame not to use him.

Once he's patched up, we'll employ him.

- Yes, he's right. - Once he's patched up...

EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH

EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH

You gave me a fright!

Okay, let's have it. Quick. Good. Thanks, bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

What's that?

What are you wearing?

You've spent all the money?

Easy come, easy go.

No, you have to invest that.

Here's a Gucci from me, fucking enjoy it.

I don't want a fucking Gucci.

I want to start something big. This isn't worth anything.

Look at that fur, though.

- Wicked, right? - Yes, really wicked. Great!

No way, no extravagance!

You can't just start going out in fur coats and gold chains.

- We have to keep a low profile. - We're keeping it, aren't we?

Okay, let's get back to work. No slacking off.

CERVA INCOMING CALL

Severa, get a move on!

Just a sec.

INNOVATION OF SPROUTS

I see.

Okay, Innovation of Sprouts. Distribution.

Sorry.

My apologies.

That doesn't belong there, obviously.

What sort of Wu-Tang Clan is that, Severa?

Scan the QR code and the app

will be downloaded into your phone.

Wait!

What the fuck's the meaning of this?

It's the delivery app.

No, no, no.

I made it clear that you should work on the sprout for women.

The meat-eater.

- Well, the meat-eater... - Shut it, this is useless.

Why do they send me such morons from Prague?

- The meat-eater would... - Quiet!

He's completely ruined my day.

Go home.

I don't want to see your face around here.

- But I would... - Get out of here, Severa!

Look, it's not our fault. We have our territory here and that's it.

Don't do this to me or I'll smack you, you faggot.

You and your whole fucking band. I'm telling you to stop it.

I'm not scared of you.

You should be, because wherever I appear, you can't even take a shit.

- But the whole town isn't yours. - The whole fucking globe is ours, mate.

- Yeah, definitely, mate. - What're you doing there

- in those fucking slippers? - You're full of shit, man.

Shut up! Come on. You shut up.

- I'm telling you, shut the fuck up! - Fuck off!

And you, you fucking egghead?

- What the fuck are you doing, dickhead? - What's up?

Hey!

- That's enough. Get out of here. - Fuck off, man.

- We haven't finished yet, mate. - Should I shoot you in the head?

Rado, you've fucked up now, mate!

- Go, you wet cunts! - Fucking wimps!

Fucking shitty twats! Get out of here, you rotting pricks!

- Assholes. - Rado?

- Fucking twats. - What's going on here?

The Cervenaks are getting nervous

about our innovations in distribution, man.

But why are the Cervenaks after you like this?

I don't understand. Isn't the town big enough for all of us?

It's time for me to tell you the truth.

I'll explain everything.

Come.

- It's all right, lads. - What's going on?

Marek, this is the first cooking room.

What?

This is the first cooking room in the world.

It's a historical monument.

These "varnas" as we call them, made this region famous.

Towns are named after them.

Varnsdorf, for example.

Or companies, such as Husqvarna.

Okay, but I still don't understand what it's about.

This "varna" was founded by our forefathers, the Grundzas.

Shall we go?

Have a look at the drawings.

This is our great-great-great-grandfather Grundza,

who worked as an alchemist for King Rudolph the Second.

- Like Sir Edward Kelly? - Machine Gun Kelly.

Man, he was the emperor's baker!

I want you to make me the elixir of youth,

a never-ending stream of energy and ideas for myself and my army!

I've got it, my king, man, I have, in powder form.

- Oh. - Here, have a taste.

Fucking hell!

What is that? What have you created, you nutter?

What a rocket!

And what about my army, my golem?

- Have you got the stone? - I've got it. I have indeed.

Here.

Let's try it.

Up the nose.

- So Grundza created Cervenak? - He molded him up using red clay.

But I still don't understand why they're enemies.

The Grundzas used their heads and the Cervenaks their hands.

They lived in harmony until 1939.

Grundza, you dirty stinking pig,

I need your supply of meth,

otherwise we can't start the war!

I won't give you my supply!

What do you mean by nein?

We'll get hold of it another way, you swine!

Ah, Rotmeister Cervenak!

I've found it, sir! He was hiding it in a hole.

- You cunt! - Moron.

You're a very good person and a friend of the Nazis!

Grundza! Into the pigpen!

No!

No!

He was lucky to survive it all.

He had large reserves of fat.

He survived both the famine and the war.

And since then the Grundzas and the Cervenaks have been enemies.

This is the great prophecy of a great war.

And who's that?

The chosen gadjo who will lead us.

It's just symbolic.

The cards said so.

And who prophesied it?

Štefan.

Marek, now that you know everything,

we have to overcome them.

Pull the ace out of your slave.

Dad, get up!

Don't fucking wake me up!

- Dad! - Shit, it's a quarter to morning!

Fuck, come on, get up.

Listen, my Sprouts delivery app is ready.

What's a sprout?

It's nothing, some nonsense. It doesn't matter.

But thanks to this we can deliver practically anything.

Food, for example.

So, the standard version will be for a hundred,

but the deluxe version for a thousand.

Deluxe?

With a gram of meth.

Ridiculously expensive for the average person, but...

Those who know, they simply know.

- That's great. - Really good.

- Yeah? - It's good.

- Do you like it? - Fucking awesome.

We'll invest what we've earned.

No fur coats, no chains.

We'll buy a car and do it large-scale.

I'll redo the app...

and the only thing left now is to think up the food.

A product.

Are you taking the piss?

Tastes good, man!

WHERE TO?

SCHOOL

KINGDOM HALL OF JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES

We've got a complaint from our customer.

One star out of five. "The courier called me a prick."

He only had a 5,000-crown note, I had to go to a kiosk for small change.

You should get small change before you leave. It's your fault.

Know what that means, man?

Not a black dot, man! I've almost had a full week of hearts!

Take it as a lesson. I have to do it.

Oh, no.

Wait, register for the newsletter.

Give it to the customers. We'll have special offers.

- How much? - A thousand?

Fuck, can't you see?

Get out of here, man!

EMPLOYMENT OFFICE

- Yes, everything's fine. - Really?

Yes, I can handle it all myself.

Don't worry, I'm doing fine. Bye.

Bye.

CERVA INCOMING CALL

There he goes.

The main character.

Come on, go for it!

Yes, go for it, that's it!

This is a perfect example of the current model's weaknesses.

Several tests have showed that the neck of the Sprout resembles female genitals.

And men can get an erection while urinating.

We'll forget about this incident, Ceplecha.

I got trapped myself once the other day.

But those two chaps, thanks to their tin foil model,

helped me find an even better solution.

Da da-da!

Model no. 3.

Can I have some applause, please?

And that's not all. Marek, come here.

Come on, do it.

- Take your trousers off. - What?

Come on, pull it out.

- No. - No?

Yes, no!

Fine.

You can sit down, then.

Another volunteer?

Come on, Franke.

Good.

Fucking hell! What is that?

Automatic penis detection!

Applause for our helper!

Now we can see who's got real balls in this company, Marek.

- Thanks, Boss. - Of course.

Where the fuck do you think you're going?

Marek, wait!

Listen to me.

Do you want some respect?

Do you want to achieve something in this company?

Then you have to be more like him. Just look at him.

He's an idiot, but full of drive. No fucking scruples.

Why do you think I gave him a villa

while you rot on that smelly housing estate?

Because he has a fucking eye for goal.

Now I'll tell you something they don't teach in any school.

The stronger dog gets to fuck.

Of course.

This is your last chance, Marek.

No, that's enough!

So the gentleman has decided to talk to us.

I've got no news.

That's exactly the mistake, fucker!

You're supposed to give me information, but you give me fuck all!

- Shall we call your mommy? - What?

Tell her that Marecek has fallen in with a bad crowd and he's selling drugs.

That he's a bad boy who will end up in prison.

I really don't know what else I should do.

Take this camera, hide it in the cooking room and film the whole process.

But if they find it, then...

Make sure they don't. Or shall we phone her?

No.

Marek!

Come in, quick.

Move it!

What're you celebrating?

Can't you see, bro? It's Dad's birthday!

Thirty-five years of age. Bloody hell, Dad!

Thirty-five?

Bro, I thought that maybe

we could go somewhere?

For dinner, to celebrate somehow.

With your dad?

Forget it. What if someone recognizes him?

He'll blend in, won't he?

That won't do!

He's constantly locked up at home, just like in prison. It's a big birthday.

No, thanks. Thank you.

Shit, this stuff is...

Listen, Menšík. Fucking listen, man.

We'll go on the piss, get wasted,

fool around, have some good grub, man.

- And what about Štefan? - We haven't baked for tomorrow yet.

Stop it, man.

Štefan!

Start baking, prepare for tomorrow. You're not going anywhere today.

Stay at home!

You'll watch the fairy tales, mate. Understand?

Ceplecha will drive us, and then he'll make deliveries.

Sure, Boss.

All right.

- Where do you want to go? - The Holy Salamander, maybe?

Sorted. Let's go there, man.

- Fine, then. - Shit, don't frown all the time, man!

- Okay. - Well?

Yeah.

MR. ENGINEER

What's taking them so long?

I don't believe...

Welcome, gentlemen. What will you be having?

I'll have two beers, because I'm thirsty.

Gentlemen, are you sure you have enough to pay the bill?

Are you right in the head? Look here.

I see, very good.

Something to drink?

I'll have...

Come on, you'll have bubbles too. We're celebrating today.

Fine, then, just this once.

All right.

A bottle of champagne, Bohemia Sekt, and get on with it.

We only have Moët.

Two of those, then.

I'm sorry, will you be eating as well?

Such stupid fucking questions! Yeah, of course.

In that case I can offer you

Fine de Claire oysters from the Marennes-Oléron region.

No, I don't eat hash.

Very well, so perhaps straight to dessert?

No, I'll have fried cheese in a bun.

You're probably in the wrong place, sir.

This is not a fast food stand.

We only serve select dishes

prepared by chefs with international experience.

Stop blabbering and give him that fucking bun.

But a fresh one, no frozen semi-finished products!

You can rely on that. I'll do my best.

Fucking turn left after another two hundred meters.

You are at your destination.

Dad, eat the vegetables too. Eat everything.

Yeah, it's healthy.

So that you're with us for another ten years.

Am I supposed to eat those tokens?

They're full of vitamins.

Okay, don't argue. It's his birthday today, leave him be.

Yuck, Marek, man, what're you eating?

Oysters, it's a delicacy.

But these are a bit...

sourish.

Let's see, mate. That looks like snot, yuck.

Let's see...

Okay, here's your oyster, Marek.

Hello?

Your order's here.

Not now, man.

- Oh, Severa the teetotaler, man. - Hello.

So you're too posh to go boozing with your colleagues, right?

How come you're not pissing into the Sprout, man?

Leave me be.

You're here to have a look at us plebs, man?

I'm speaking to you, you moron!

Let me through.

Hey, what the fuck's up?

- Bullying my friend, eh? Asshole! - What?

Asshole! And how about you?

What is it, you cunt?

- Fucking hell. - Didn't fucking do anything to you, man.

You cunts! Get out, you twat!

Let's go.

You piece of shit! You fucking reject! Asshole!

- Thanks, mate. - Fucking bastards.

They needed a lesson.

Why is that fucking Ceplecha bothering me again, man?

Fucking hell, man.

As if it couldn't wait until tomorrow, man.

It's pissing me off now.

Gentlemen...

are you being serious?

It's an IQOS.

That's definitely not an IQOS.

Fuck, we're enjoying ourselves, and we're paying for all this.

- So that's okay, isn't it? - All right, but you can't take drugs here.

No one's taking drugs in here, man. Gypsy's word of honor.

- What was that? - Nothing.

Here, man.

But this is the last warning.

Was everything okay?

You didn't enjoy it?

To be honest, the taste was a bit strange.

- I can't believe it. - Yeah.

They're absolutely fresh, let me see.

No!

Look at that beautiful gloss.

Fucking hell.

It stinks in here, mate. Fuck. I feel sick.

What? Fuck! You cunts, get up!

- You asshole, get up! - What is it, man?

Marek, get up!

Let's go, come on!

You fucking cadavers!

Get up, quick, fuck, we need to go, move it!

Come on, lads, let's go!

Fuck, come on!

Fucking bloody hell!

What the fuck is that? You fucking cunt! You asshole!

He's not in here, man. He's not here!

- Jesus! - Oh, fuck!

Ceplecha?

Hang on, he's got meth in his arse.

Mate, he's got a lot of it in there.

Wait!

- Ceplecha! - Ceplecha, hey!

Luky?

Ceplecha?

Shit, the fucking oysters.

Occupied!

Man, what are you doing, you cunt? No!

Severa, what's the...

What're you doing with my lovely Sprout?

Did you fucking make it blow your turd?

Jesus, no!

I've had it, Severa.

I have really had it!

I can put up with a lot, but you've fucked this up big-time.

Get out of here. I don't even want to look at you.

You're fired! You're sacked!

Man, what a pig! What a fucking pig!

Oh, well, everything's fucked up.

We'll manage.

We won't manage...

We won't manage at all.

The Cervenaks have won. That's it.

Fuck.

The Cervenaks have won? And that's it?

You want to leave it at that?

Well...

What is there to say, man? They've expanded.

And now they have a major market share.

- They're simply everywhere. - No way!

We have to get our revenge on him.

We'll tear the prick to bits!

Bro, it's not worth it. Fuck it.

So this is how the Grundzas give up?

And what about the prophecy in the cave?

Your dad's out of prison, so we still have a chance.

Man, we can't let Cervenak crap all over us!

Man, the stronger dog gets to fuck!

- The strong ones fuck a dog? - Yeah.

Interesting.

Bye-bye, darling.

Hello there.

Your order is here.

- So, got anything? - I've recorded it all.

The whole process.

I'll bring it in the evening.

Bye.

Rado?

Oh, man. This is so fucked.

I have to open it with a lockpick.

Your door was locked. What the hell are you doing here, man?

- Terrible. - Oh, I'm sorry.

What kind of knife's that?

Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter, man.

Marek, I must thank you for everything you've done for us.

I want to say that I appreciate you and that you're a really good friend.

And also... Fuck, where did I put it?

Oh, here you are.

Here.

That's my broach.

I really do appreciate that too, brother. Thanks.

Thanks.

Listen, I have to sort something out right now,

so see you tomorrow.

Fine.

Fuck!

You cunts!

What the fuck is this?

Shit! Fuck it!

Fucking bastard cunts!

Fuck off!

What is that? Die, die, you bastard!

Fucking hell, the Cervenaks!

Prepare the Catapult!

Štefi...

What's going on?

The fucking Cervenaks, revenge!

What's up with him?

He's dead, man.

He died, man.

No, Štefan!

The Catapult killed him.

He'd never heard or seen anything like that before.

- He couldn't cope. - Fuck!

- Where's Rado? - They've kidnapped him.

What? No way.

Rado! Where the fuck is that gun?

How do you want to find him?

He still has the delivery app in his phone.

I can use the GPS.

- And d'you know anything about Dad? - No.

- Come on! - Move it!

- Marek! - Where are you going?

I have to!

Jesus Christ, come back! We can't hold on for long!

We need help!

Let the lizards out!

You have reached your destination.

Rado?

Rado.

You okay? Rado, fuck.

We're fucked, they'll kill us!

Look!

Fucking hell, man! What the fuck is that?

Get him, get him, you prick!

Oh, man, this is good!

That's it!

Beat the cunts to death!

Grundzas, Grundzas!

I'm really sorry, Dad, but look, we've got them here!

But at what price?

D'you know how many men it cost me, you fatso?

I did what I'd yearned for so much.

It's not exactly a big win.

- But, Dad... - Dad! Dad all the time.

Look, he's coming to.

What? You're not a cop, you're old Cervenak!

Only realized now, you thick prick?

You fucking cunt, all you wanted was the recipe!

It doesn't matter now.

We'll kill you two in here

and the others will croak in that fucking tower block.

Any last words, you bastard?

Hello, Dad! Daddy!

What are you blabbering about? I'm not your fucking dad!

- Fuck... - Quick, bite it off.

Faster, faster.

Hurry!

What the fuck's up?

Hey, you cunt, you fucker,

you fucking dickhead, I'll kill you!

Take this!

- Are you okay, Dad? - Yeah, I'm fine.

- Good. - Rado, untie me.

Rado!

You fucking cunt!

- You okay, bro? - Yeah.

Get up.

Marek, what are you doing?

This is not you!

What would your mom say about it?

Why can't the Grundzas and the Cervenaks work together again,

like they used to?

We can cook using your recipe, together.

What? You want my recipe, you cunt?

My secret ingredient?

Wait, I'll give it to you.

Come on!

Here.

Eat this!

You know what? Fuck off!

Fucking hell!

Well done.

- Marek, you're a champ. You nailed it. - And what now?

Nothing, the Cervenaks are fucked and we'll take over the business.

And what about the pigs? What about the housing estate massacre?

Fuck them, don't worry about it.

They're glad it's getting cleaned up here.

- Get it? - Marek!

Marek, you've saved us, and I thank you.

And I'll give you my daughter Mirinda for it.

Miri!

You're one of us now.

Nice! Nice!

Cool! Wow!

Good job!

Feels good, right?

That's it!

- Mom? - So, Marecek.

We haven't heard from you in a while. How's work?

Work?

- I've been promoted at work. - You're so smart.

Congratulations.

And I'm going to get married.

- Excuse me? - Yeah.

And I'll never go back.

Name, surname?

Tomáš, Tomáš Jánský.

Academic title?

I've just got a high school diploma.

But I can see you've got a wealth of experience.

- Such as that part-time job at Mácha Lake. - That's right.

Tomáš, due to the fact that you're young, promising and full of enthusiasm,

the company has decided to post you to our newly launched start-up

in the north of Bohemia.

And you'll get a company flat, naturally.

Come downstairs. Move it!

Hey, you mug, want to buy a broach?

DO THE MÆTH

Sprout!

Bloody hell!

Fuck, my balls!

Fucking hell!