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WARSAW, 1969

The Służewiec Racecourse is packed today.

It will shortly witness the most important race of the season.

Crowds are also gathered in front of the National Lottery outlets

in Wrocław, Łódź and Sopot.

No races here, but you can bet on Warsaw.

Some prefer to bet illegally, "on the side", with a bookie.

Well, that's their choice. Luckily, the horses don't care who bets on them.

They run to win.

And they're off!

The Wielka Warszawska race has officially started!

This dramatic race will surely be noted in Polish horse racing history.

No one expected the young jockey Kajetan Salomon, riding Temida,

to beat the sure favourites expected to win this year's Wielka Warszawska.

- Omar, this shit will never ride again. - Yes, boss.

…overtaking on the outside already at the second turn,

surprising spectators and the competition.

All of this seemed slightly premature.

As it turned out, the young lad knew what he was doing.

He reached the finish line with two lengths' advantage.

Come on, Kajtek, my boy.

Why did you win?

- I didn't mean to. - Who did then?

The horse.

The horse?

Well, the horse's not here. So you'll eat the betting slips!

Break his legs, Omar!

THE GREAT WARSAW RACE

RACING STABLES SOPOT, 1991

Where did he find this Swoboda guy?

Czech Republic, I think.

And when will you be allowed to race?

Never.

And why is that? He did get his licence.

Some paper does not make a jockey.

What are you staring at?

You ain't seen shit yet.

At least I don't feel cosy in a shithole.

Once you get a race, I'll come to Warsaw to watch.

Promises, promises…

I swear.

Shit, it's half past. Will you take him? I must dash.

- Just turn off the water. - Okay.

- You were supposed to change. - I'll change in the car.

- Hi. - The seats will reek of horse again.

Come on now.

Son, you do know that Ewa is just toying with you?

She's a university student. Have you seen her boyfriend's car?

And is your plan to be a stable boy?

I thought this was family tradition.

- Place a bet on Nadzieja. - You do it.

Not officially.

With a bookie, in Warsaw.

Why?

The official commission is 25%.

A bookie just takes 10%.

Then we'll hit the jackpot with your ten thousand.

WARSAW

SŁUŻEWIEC RACECOURSE

Zbych! Come home right now!

- Will you stay? - Of course.

- Honk in case of trouble. - Right.

Back at seven a.m.!

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Get off.

What the fuck are you doing?

- I took her out, she was anxious. - She's not a dog.

She's a race horse.

She's supposed to be anxious and run like fuck.

- She'll be fine, relaxed now. - Shove your wisdom up your arse!

Once you start training a horse, you can have night strolls.

But for the time being you listen to me. Understood?

Come on.

- Everything's fine, Mister Sagan. - Obviously.

- Hello. - Hello.

200 grams, Zbyszek.

Just give me a minute.

I'll just pop into the loo.

…under Ludwik Socha.

Number two: Desdemona, mare,

under Tomasz Sagan.

Number three: Orion, stud, under Zbigniew Maj.

Number four: Nadzieja, mare, under Lesław Swoboda.

Five: Siena, mare, under Teofil Bielak,

- Six: Hetman, stud… - She's in top form.

We'll see.

Come on.

Right…

- Come on! - Mamut, listen…

Fuck off to the end of the queue!

- What is it then? - Four, they'll let Sopot win.

Fucking chatterboxes!

Off you go!

- You can place a quick bet. - Alright.

I'll be fucked!

Make a decision, man!

- He's blocking us! - Dude!

Wait.

- I want to place a bet, sir. - Fuck!

- Right, it's done. - Yeah, I know. No more bets.

They haven't started yet.

- See a champion! - What is then?

Nadzieja, to win.

Wow.

Nadzieja for ten thousand?

What's your rate?

The official one. Check the board after the race.

- See? - You win. Go buy yourself some ice cream.

- Great. - Have fun. Are we done?

Thank you, bye.

This isn't over yet!

MUTUAL BETS SOPOT

I know Nadzieja was officially fathered by Axel.

Not true. There was a German stud at the stables.

They shook on it with the Germans and giddy-up!

How do you come up with these stories?

They're from his arse.

And you have a beer keg up yours!

I have Warsaw on the line, Ela.

Put them through then.

- …second race about to start. - Shut up, it's starting.

2,600 metres for thoroughbreds, two years of age or older.

Ready, go!

And they're off.

Together to start with.

Number six, Hetman, is leading.

Followed by Nadzieja, from Sopot, under Lesław Swoboda.

Number two, Desdemona, is third.

Tomasz Sagan is her jockey, followed by Teofil Bielak on Siena.

First turn.

They gallop on, close together.

Number four comes to the front. It's Nadzieja.

She's leading the pack.

Reaching the second stretch.

Nadzieja, number four.

Followed by Hetman and Desdemona, Siena remains fourth.

Unfortunately, the leader, Nadzieja, is slowing down.

Just before the second turn we get a new leader.

Number six, Hetman, is in front, followed by number two, Desdemona.

They're leaving Nadzieja behind. Number four is losing her strength.

Tomasz Sagan comes to the front on Desdemona.

The final 200 metres.

Desdemona comes in first, followed by Hetman and Nadzieja.

Then it's Siena, Orion, Luna and Solista.

Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the second race…

She had no energy.

And what about the second stretch?

What about it, you shit?

I'm asking you. Can't ask the horse, can I?

Whoa!

Watch your mouth, you little shit.

Don't listen to him.

Come on. Come on.

Your extra strolls didn't work, did they?

- He pulled her back behind the shrubs. - Krzysiek, fuck!

That's why she lost her momentum.

And you saw it from here?

- Congratulations. - Thanks, Janek.

Do you have proof?

Go on, notify the committee. Because he wasn't disqualified.

She was so fast at the end. She wanted to win.

Cut the crap. Let her cool down and go back to the stable.

Come on.

Come on.

See this, Zyga?

I'm so lucky.

Luck is good for losers, Omar.

Zyga, spare me your wisdom.

Cut me a share and I'll help.

I'll manage.

Right?

You must be in the red today.

Not really.

I won the same, placing an official bet.

Only I bet slightly more.

Whatever, Zyga. But we'll see who gets the last laugh.

We'll see.

- We'll see. - We will.

Is one of the dwarves grassing up to him?

I'll find and fucking kill him.

Just find him for now.

Suckers.

Oy! Come here!

- I'll miss my bus! - Come here, I said!

- I'll miss the bus! - No, you won't!

Where are you off to?

Give me my payout.

What the fuck?

Where's the money?

Sorry, Zyga, I was too late.

Trying to cheat me again, motherfucker?

You learnt nothing?

You fucking learnt nothing last time?

You fucking, pissing tosser. Mindless knob.

Back in a second.

Janek! What are you having?

- Is there a reason to celebrate? - There always is.

Give me this brandy and two glasses.

There you go.

- Right. Here's to our horses. - Giddy-up!

But I'll be honest.

I was hoping for some quicker profit on this business.

When you called me back from Germany, you didn't talk business.

You said you earn real money on video tapes.

Janek!

Go to the stadium and see how much pirates charge for tapes these days.

You're a pirate yourself.

Exactly. That's why I need to go into cinema distribution.

My partners are becoming restless.

We're free, we need to get our share of this cake.

Don't worry. Nadzieja will soon be winning everything.

This is not about Nadzieja. Not about Arcos.

They're my horses. I'll support them and pay for their training.

Don't you worry. Everything's fine.

I still have the four horses from Moszna. You talked me into leasing them.

Ask around, move your head.

Perhaps someone will want to take it over.

But there's no need to hurry.

I'll tell you something, Marek. Horses…

Listen to me, Janek.

I must dash now, my business is waiting.

And I wish you, dear friend…

Right.

I wish you good night,

and tomorrow Arcos will show them.

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey.

Can't sleep, you wacko? Can you?

- Good evening. - Good evening. Where to?

- Where are we going? - To the race…

Where?

Swoboda!

You little brat.

Where are we going?

Nowhere now.

Sodding drunks.

Your club card, sir?

- What card? - Club card. It's a private party.

Then show me what the club card looks like, buddy.

We're not buddies.

You'll show me no card because it doesn't fucking exist.

Wait! Let go of me!

Are you hitting on me, mate?

Did you pick up the papers?

What papers?

- Your licence, from the committee. - No, not yet.

Take the room, get some proper sleep.

You're riding Arcos tomorrow.

Hello?

Good evening, is Ewa there?

Who's this?

Krzysiek Salomon.

Do you know what time it is?

I know, I know.

Could you just tell her I'm riding tomorrow?

It should fit you.

Why am I riding?

Well, you wanted to.

And Swoboda?

No more Swoboda.

- Good morning, Jerzy. - Good morning, Janek.

I need a licence.

He passed the exam, last month.

The office is closed. Come back during the week.

I'll need him then, in the stables, in Sopot.

We'll send it.

Why is this so urgent on racing day?

Were you the official yesterday?

You saw nothing strange at the backstretch?

- Hello. - Hello.

Good morning.

The visibility's poor there.

Poor? Of course.

Salomon, Krzysztof.

We just need the licence number.

There we have it.

Salomon.

Thank you.

And say hi to your father.

I will.

There's been a change in the third race.

Junior student Krzysztof Salomon will ride Arcos, stud, with number two.

Grunwald, stud, has been withdrawn from the fourth race.

- Payout tables are available… - I'm glad they swapped him.

Just swap one for two and you're game.

Our Krzysztof will show them, you'll see.

- I would bet on him. - You'd need money for that.

Our Krzysztof?

What do you mean?

Your Krzysztof. He's riding Arcos.

Always knew Swoboda was a thief!

Why a thief of all things?

And what happened in May, during the Ruler race?

- What happened? - What? Shit happened.

Coach! Coach? What the fuck is going on?

You tell me, Lesław.

Is this about yesterday? The horse was worn out. Was I supposed to run myself?

I've seen everything at this course. And I don't pay my jockey to fuck me over.

The little prick told you tales, just to ride?

How long have you been a member of Club 69?

What?

Right. So go to your friends now, place some bets.

You've got loads of free time, Lesław.

Kosior sets the pace.

You stay in line until the turn, dickheads.

Right, girlie?

Don't get emotional, like last time.

Watch you back, fucker.

You ratted out your friend?

Just be out of my way. Mine and my crop's way.

The jockeys go out to the paddock, having been weighed.

Here's the line-up for today.

Number one: Mimosa, under Sebastian Kosior.

Don't go to the front too early. Stay in the middle until the second turn.

Krzysztof!

Hop on.

Hop on, Krzysztof!

Good luck.

And they're off!

Catelan, under Tomasz Sagan, is in the lead.

But Arcos, under junior student Krzysztof Salomon, is keen to catch up.

Fucking hold him up!

It's his debut.

He's being chased by number one, Mimosa...

Arcos still in the lead at the first turn, building on his advantage.

But Katarzyna Czyż on Galeon is relentlessly keeping to the rail.

Fuck off, girlie!

Arcos from Sopot in the lead.

Second turn. Arcos!

What is the newbie up to?

He wants to lead all the way. Or he's lost control of the horse.

Sagan's on the inside, gaining advantage. Passing Galeon.

We'll soon find out if the young jockey was right to lead all the way.

200 metres to the finish line. Catelan is gaining momentum.

Arcos, Catelan right behind him catching up.

Arcos, Catelan, finish line. It's either Arcos or Catelan.

They seem to have arrived head to head.

We need to wait for the official verdict.

Arcos wins!

I'll be fucked, this is good! And no one bet on him.

Good for us, boss.

Stop sucking up. You need to make up for what you lost yesterday.

I knew it!

What did you know? It was pure luck, that's all.

I knew Krzysztof could do it. He knows Arcos.

His mother, Arena, would always run in the front, too.

He didn't win alone.

What are you saying?

They set him up, for a good start.

They're thieves. Didn't know him, so they let him lead.

You always have to sour our grapes.

Good work, junior. You've stirred the bog!

Off to the scales with you.

The winner of the third race is junior student Krzysztof Salomon on Arcos.

Coach: Jan Pelt, owner: Marek Lewandowski.

Congratulations.

Congratulations, Krzysiek!

Apologise to your mom for the late night call.

At least she woke me up and I'm here.

That was quite a win. Impressive.

Thank you very much.

Would you allow me to interview you?

Me?

Interview with the winner.

Where would this be published?

Depends on what you tell me.

Some other time maybe. We're busy now.

Come on!

Congratulations!

- You can always interview me, Irenka. - Hi. Omar.

Hello, hello.

Janek. Listen, Janek.

Did your horse win the third race?

- Yes or no? - Yes, he did.

Bravo, bravo, bravo.

I mean, I was a little pissed off. Had my own favourite.

- Well, horses… - Right.

Does this favourite belong to you, sir?

Name's Ryszard.

Marek.

Janek.

I like to bet, but don't own any horses.

How very convenient.

Because I have four beauties

leased out to a great coach.

How would you fancy them, Ryszard?

No, we don't really know if they're any good.

- It's pure lottery. - Right, lottery.

See how they cheat you?

Anything for money. Fuckers. Yes or no?

No, I don't have the nerves for this.

I'd shoot them immediately.

No mercy.

Ryszard is watching you.

Do you want me to end up in the fucking river?

- What do you mean? - I'm not doing business with the mafia.

This was just idle chit-chat over vodka. He doesn't want any horses.

I'll find you a buyer. Don't do anything, please.

Janek!

Forget the train. We're off in four hours and you'll be in Sopot by dawn.

Driving all night with the horses? No, thanks.

Please stay.

Pelt will be sleeping after the banquet,

we will talk.

So I don't fall asleep behind the wheel.

Turn on the radio.

Let go. Michał will be furious anyway.

Hallo!

- Dump him. - Why?

He's no good in the saddle.

And you're so great?

Along the whole track!

You awful swine!

Come on, kid.

It's time to celebrate. They won't poison the horse after the race.

- Come on, newbie! - I can't. We're off at night.

Just fucking move. We'll be back by one.

Don't be a pussy!

Come on! For a quick one!

He's coming! Great!

Three shots!

Hey, baby.

- Drink it, newbie. - I can't. I'm driving.

Drink! You'll manage. You're a prime coachman.

To your success!

Hey, aren't those our fans?

Shit, you're right.

Come on, newbie, you'll meet some serious piece of arse!

- A whole stable! Drink and come! - Can I have some lemonade?

- Oh, hey. - Hello, champion.

Don't call me that.

Why not?

Will groupies come running?

My friends will come running. To mock me.

Okay.

What are you doing here?

Following you.

What for?

- I want to write about you. - Yeah, right.

You just don't know for which paper yet.

Maybe I'll write a book.

Or maybe you're crazy.

Maybe a bit.

Who do we have here?

He won a single race and he's already picking up our Irenka.

Shall we drink?

- Let's drink. - How are you, newbie?

Zbych!

Will you drink with us?

I don't drink with thieves.

- What did you say, bud? - You can grab your missus like this!

- Perhaps I should grab yours. - Come on, come on. Zbych, Zbych.

Let's go outside. You'll get some fresh air.

You're already putting your grabby hands on newbie? Human trash!

Fucking let me go!

What is it to you? You fucking bald knob!

Kruchy, come here, you little shit!

Fuck.

My incisor feels wonky.

What the fuck was this, Zbych?

You kicked his fucking arse.

Right?

How is this funny, morons?

I'm off.

Where are you going, newbie?

- Come on, newbie! - Toughen up, newbie! Come on!

I've had enough for today. Really.

Whatever. Come on.

Let him fucking rest.

- We'll get some arse now. - What arse? I need a dentist.

Fuck me.

Yo, jockey! Where are you going?

To Służewiec.

- We'll give you a ride. - No, thanks.

Come on, newbie. It's fucking far.

We're going there anyway.

Hop in.

That's better.

How come you're here?

In Sopot you're just a stable hand.

So now you'll only be riding for Pelt?

I don't know yet.

Swoboda is really pissed off.

You do know that he's got some serious backing?

So you need friends, too, right?

I don't want any deals.

Is someone offering you a deal?

You'll just let us know before the race whether to bet on you or not.

We know the local horses,

but not the ones from Sopot. That's fucking unfair.

Is it fair or not?

So you'll be just helping a friend.

And when you're in Warsaw, call this number.

Oy, jockey.

Remember, you need friends.

Well done, Krzychu!

Krzychu, well done!

I said he'd win!

You scared me!

Why do you want Krzysztof to race?

Give him a chance, Kajtek. The boy's got talent.

So did I. And I wish I didn't. I wouldn't have ended up in this shit.

Perhaps let him choose?

I know what he'll choose and what he'll find there.

If anything happens to him, it's on you, Janek.

What a pain in the arse.

When I was picking up my licence,

Jedynak, the official, told me to say hi to you.

Fucking Jedynak says hi!

Do you remember him?

At the derby, me and Królak arrived head to head.

And that thief said that Królak had won. By a nose.

I also won by a nose.

This is what they decided. Because someone made a deal.

I made no deals. I simply won.

No one made a deal with you.

They see a hot-headed kid, they let him win, make no effort.

The money's great, the odds are excellent.

Because no one bet on you.

So all of this is worth shit?

Do I really need to explain, son?

You're a bright lad.

You'll see for yourself.

Shall we get some doughnuts, engineer?

- I can't. Have to watch my weight. - Come on. My treat.

You're throwing money around.

I bet on you yesterday. And I won.

Oy, stop it, Krzysiek!

- You're worried your fiancé will see us? - You're an idiot.

Be careful with the bets or you'll end up like Pontoon.

- What? - Do you know why they call him Pontoon?

No. Because he's fat?

No. Right before the Martial Law, he made a bet with his friends.

He wanted to make it from Sopot to the Hel peninsula in a pontoon.

Did he make it?

The border patrol caught him. Accused him of wanting to escape to Sweden.

What did they do to him?

He was interned. Together with Wałęsa.

No kidding!

They've been going fishing together ever since. In his pontoon.

You're so dumb!

Krzysiek!

I told you not to push it! I told you!

Give it back!

So I guess Lewandowski is hoping for another prize.

If you had horses to support, you'd want to cut your losses, too.

- How come? - You know.

Why would he need horses if they don't make a profit?

And why would you need them?

It's a crazy man's game.

- Hey. - Hey, what are you doing here?

Everyone says you never leave your mare alone. I wanted to check.

Perhaps start on the interview.

May I join you?

Of course, let me just tidy up a bit.

So this is how real jockeys live?

I'll need at least 99 more wins to call myself a real jockey.

You already are one to me.

You have nice fetlocks.

- Like my Nadzieja. - Like who?

- Nadzieja, my horse. - Horse?

I have legs like a horse?

You're crazy, not me.

Will you win for me tomorrow?

- And will you let me sleep? - Don't know.

Can I help you?

Gorgeous mare.

Is she fast?

Of course!

Will you win? Yes or no?

If she doesn't eat too many apples.

Listen, I bet major sums on you. Got it?

That's your call. The horse runs, I try not to be in the way.

Excellent. Keep up the good work.

What the fuck? Is she ill?

It's clay. Sometimes her joints become too hot.

I'll put some of that on my missus when she becomes too hot.

Alright, sod off now.

Our friend needs to get ready.

Hi, darling.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Why are they here?

And you? How come you're here?

Pelt wanted me to lead you two into the parade ring.

Aren't you happy?

I am.

Was your fiancé okay with that?

- Hey. - Hi.

Stay behind me, newbie.

Because?

Because this is what was decided.

Stay at the back.

No tricks.

You won't regret this.

Fuck, I always get the shits right before the race.

Ready? Off you go!

And they're off in a tight pack.

Prince of Darkness under Sebastian Kosior is in the lead.

Tomasz Sagan on Emir and Krzysztof Salomon on Nadzieja are only slightly behind.

Hey, let me pass!

Let's close this, Seba!

Nadzieja is right behind the first three, but unable to push through.

As they enter the first turn, Tomasz Sagan on Emir is in the lead.

Nadzieja, Kolos, Luna and Calineczka.

All the horses retain their positions at the backstretch.

Emir still in the lead. Amarcord and Prince of Darkness...

But Nadzieja goes to the outside.

Young Salomon wants to surprise us again.

Fuck! Move, you stupid animal!

Nadzieja accelerates.

The mare from Sopot passes Amarcord and chases the leader, Emir.

- Can she retain this pace? - No…

Emir, Nadzieja, Nadzieja, Emir.

And it's Nadzieja followed by Emir at the finish line.

Kajtek! Kajtek! He won! He won!

He won! He won!

He won! I told you so!

Thank you.

What's your game, girl?

Occupied.

You were supposed to control him, but you're doing your own thing.

Give me time, I'm working on him.

Yeah, I can see that.

Give it here.

Clock's ticking, your debt's growing.

Bravo, kid. Bravo.

There you go, chairman. Here's our champion.

We had no idea that we had such a treasure in our midst.

The little shit only just obtained his licence.

And the little miss?

The little miss is called Ewa. She's a very talented jockey.

Just got her licence, too.

Then put her on a horse. Let them race.

Let them race, right?

It might turn out that we have two treasures in Sopot.

Alright, guys, you must be hungry.

Go, eat something. And we'll chat some more.

Here you are.

- Your health, chairman. - Cheers!

So, will you race?

Maybe.

You stand a good chance. Marek likes you very much.

You're scared of competition?

No.

But do you know how they treat female jockeys?

So, I'm supposed to give up because of these boors?

I'm just warning you.

I wouldn't want to watch Sagan wiping the floor with you.

You'll fold quickly.

I lost my appetite.

Was it something I said?

I was just trying to protect you.

By telling me to give up? Shove your advice up your arse!

Let's eat. It's a few good hours of driving.

I'm taking the train.

What is it?

It's Omar.

- Looking for what? - I don't know.

Fuck, Krzysiek!

Krzysiek? Krzysiek, are you okay?

- Are you? - Yes.

Krzysiek.

Fuck.

Arcos.

Are you alright, sir?

- You're not hurt? Are you okay? - Arcos!

Arcos, stop!

Hey. Hey, hey.

Hey, Nadzieja.

Shush… Hey.

Shh, you'll be fine.

You can go in.

HORSE HOSPITAL

Broken pastern bone.

I put two screws in.

Will she pull through?

She's unlikely to race again.

But she'll pull through?

Yes, if she has the right upkeep and care.

I spoke to Lewandowski.

He paid for the surgery.

We'll see in six months.

He'll probably sell her as a leisure horse.

We could have all died there.

I can't allow you to race anymore.

You got scared?

Your father did even more.

It's not his fucking decision.

I really can't. Sorry.

You want to stop me?

- So I get stuck, like you did? - This is how you see it?

I'll race whether you like it or not. Let go!

Did you really think it was an accident?

He's stupid.

Oh, sonny, sonny.

You think the world has changed?

New times.

It's still the same shit and the same people.

When I won the Wielka Warszawska race on Temida,

one hooligan practically suffocated me with the betting slips.

Another one broke my leg. His name was Omar.

You can win a race.

But you won't win with these shits.

Remember, newbie, you need friends.

TEMIDA AND SALOMON JUSTICE WON IN SŁUŻEWIEC

Newbie!

- What are you doing here? - Transferring. Janiak gave me a job.

- What is it? - Nothing.

- A screw got loose in my back. - I suspected a heart attack.

- Not on my fucking diet. - What diet?

Of vodka and chocolate.

Fuck.

Omar and Kruchy got to Cygan.

Strapped him to this carousel.

He probably would have died if I hadn't woken up.

What for?

He'd rat out to Kaparski when Omar made deals with the jockeys.

- What is it to them? - What?

Kaparski bets the same officially, to be on the safe side.

- Bet everything. - And the payouts drop.

Did you think it was an accident?

- What? - The trailer.

Newbie.

I think you are basically fucked.

Because you wanted no deals.

It's Omar, I'm not home. Leave a message after the beep if you want to.

Hello?

- Hi, Irena. I'm in town. - Hello, champion.

- Hey. - Hi.

Do you really want to see him?

Come on then.

There he is.

Look at him!

You wouldn't even talk to me and now you call me like a lovesick puppy.

Sit down.

What do you need?

I've changed my mind. I want to ride for you.

Oh! And why is that?

I need money.

Well, that's kind of obvious.

Kruchy needs money,

the girls need money, I fucking need money, too.

Who are you fucking kidding?

I know how to eliminate Kaparski.

Girls, go to the bar. Have a drink or something.

Off you go.

I heard he has a mole in the changing room.

He set up the race right before my accident.

Son of a bitch.

But I'll let you in on a secret. There's no more mole.

Pity.

And why is that?

We could end him.

Two million on number seven. Second race.

Two million on number seven, second race.

All there?

Obviously.

HR DEPARTMENT

Reports from the first race.

For me.

Jola?

In Wrocław they bet five million on number two.

- And which one is that? - Husar!

Husar.

People are dumb.

- They're betting on Husar. - What?

Fuck-o! Husar, number two.

What did Cygan say?

That they will put Husar under Sagan in the lead, meaning number two.

Okay.

Take some guys.

And bet everything officially on Husar.

And no fuck-ups this time, or I'll strangle you myself. Got it?

Got it.

Oy, I need ten people.

Come on then. Ten people, now!

- Right. - Let's go.

Kabała, mare, number seven wins the second race.

We congratulate the winners on record payouts.

With odds of 34 to one.

- Who are you working for, mate? - But…

Who hired you?

Cygan fucked us over. I just repeated his words, I swear.

- Hello, Mietek. - Hi.

- Jurek? - Yes, Mietek?

You don't think Sagan was cheating?

He rides this horse completely against intuition.

As though parking a car. Backwards.

I don't think so, Mietek.

Husar always falls flat at the finish line.

Whatever you say, Jurek.

Whatever you say. You're the official, right?

Yeah. Right.

Yes, I am.

Would you like a drink? Pour him one. Do you want a line?

I'd rather count the dough first.

He's a piece of work!

Right piece of work.

Small but tough. Give him the money.

Mate, Kaparski is no more. He's gone.

The dickhead had to rip up walls, look for his secret stashes.

And this midget knows what he's doing.

I'll be off then.

Stay!

Just be in top form tomorrow, junior. You're coming with me.

Where?

What do you mean? To do real business. We're doing real business now, junior.

Take care!

My father says hi, too.

- Can I interest you in a watch? - Fuck off.

Did you see this loser?

Our best beer!

It's occupied. Get lost.

Hello, Ryszard, sir. It's Omar.

Waldek Basior, Tadek's son.

Come, sit.

Pierogi for you!

They won't come themselves!

How's your old man? Is he out?

He was, but then he had a stroke.

I buried him five years ago.

And how are you?

I'm managing.

Mostly working with horses.

I've seen you around.

And the changing room's mine.

I thought that maybe

you'd like to join forces.

Listen, buddy, I go to the races to relax.

I don't take my work there.

And now I know

who's been spoiling my fun.

And that is why you need me.

So that the fun makes sense.

I only need to take a leak.

Gabrysia!

Can I have the key to the sacristy?

Anything for you, Ryszard.

And the cutlet was excellent. One in a million.

Best in town!

Your compliments would make any woman wet, Ryszard.

So? No business?

Fucker will come begging soon.

And what did I tell you?

What do you want here?

I need to see Kaparski.

What for?

- I have a proposal for him. - Yeah?

After you've just finished him?

People say you came up with the trick to raise the stakes in Wrocław.

And now I know how he can bounce back.

Come on, man!

Fucking put this away!

Okay, let's go.

Back in a moment. Watch my glass.

I have to go now.

What is this filth, honey?

Zyga, hello! Don't be stupid! What is this?

Wake up! Hello!

This is better. You can't do this stuff, boss.

Such a cool guy, such a stupid idea. Right?

Good morning, Marek, sir.

Krzysiek.

I saw you riding for Janiak.

Such a pity about this mess at our stable.

Do you plan to sell Nadzieja?

- Haven't thought about it yet. - Please don't, I'll buy her.

Okay. And what will you do with her?

Just promise me. I saw her being born.

Alright. You have my word.

Thank you.

Little Krzysiek.

- You're so sure of yourself? - Pierogi!

Yes or no?

Okay. I've got 50 mill.

I want to win Wielka Warszawska. Four to one.

Make it happen. You get the whole commission.

Ryszard…

Minor races will be easier.

Warszawska will be scrutinised.

And handicaps can give even larger payouts.

I don't give a shit. I want to win Wielka Warszawska .

For prestige.

Are you in or out?

- I'm in. - Fancy some dessert, Ryszard?

I only fancy you, Gabrysia.

Then you're out of luck.

Warszawska .

Watch this.

It won't beat itself, will it. Move!

So?

What about your master plan?

Kaparski started cooperating with the other arseholes.

None of them will take 50 mill now.

Kaparski will, he's greedy. He'll want to make up.

You better tell me how to set up the Warszawska result.

It can be done.

But we might have one problem.

Fuck, what?

Sopot needs to be handled. Otherwise they might go rogue.

Then off you fucking go!

Fucking hell.

Hi.

Hi.

How are you?

All the same.

Don't need much, just some peace and quiet.

But I hear you're doing really well.

You want to buy a horse that doesn't run.

Father?

If I ride in Wielka Warszawska , bet on me.

What can I do?

I can give you coffee. Have some while it's still warm.

Is this how you make a living, son? Betting?

Dad, just bet on me. This one time.

Visiting?

Can I take her to the meadow?

She'll be yours soon anyway. It's your call.

I'm really sorry you don't ride for us anymore.

But you know what it was like.

Coach?

Give me Arcos for Wielka Warszawska . I'll win and come back to Sopot.

I haven't even decided if he runs at all.

Cut the crap, Janek.

You've already signed him in.

Kajtek, Kajtek…

I bet on you again recently.

But I lost.

I told you to be careful with betting.

How are your changing room pals?

Not exactly pals.

A bunch of boors.

You'd handle them.

Do you plan to come back?

I do. Just need to sort something out first.

And your boyfriend with his fancy car?

He was no good in the saddle.

- Come on, come on. - Let's talk, Zbych.

Nothing to talk about.

You won't fuck everything up on this course.

I will beat all your scum in Wielka Warszawska .

- I'll fucking kill him. - And what then?

Kaleta will just put someone else on the horse. Think for a minute.

Right. The prima ballerina is finally here.

So? Managed to convince Pelt?

It's done.

Very good. So here we go.

It seems Teofil's Cynamon is not popular, so you come in first.

If I lose again, people will catch up.

I'll let you win in spring. You come in second.

So, Cygan and Kosior will wreak havoc and block the rest.

Even fouls are allowed.

And what about Wrocław?

What about Wrocław?

Huragan. He's won all the Czech races.

And Swoboda's riding him. He can make a mess.

Swoboda?

Swoboda is your problem. You keep him in the back.

Alright. Meeting adjourned.

Cool!

And what about Zbych? I'll talk to him, okay?

Don't worry about Zbych. We already talked to him.

TEMIDA AND SALOMON JUSTICE WON IN SŁUŻEWIEC

You can do it.

Do you have a plan?

Did you have one?

Yes.

To win.

I would stay in the middle until the end of the second stretch. And watch Swoboda.

The bend is slightly upwards there.

This is when I'd lead him to the outside.

Arcos won't fold?

Arcos won't, but Huragan will.

He's a sprinter.

How would you know?

From Pontoon.

Wear this.

It's too small for me.

We're fast aproaching the most important race of the day.

Hey, Krzysiek. We need to talk.

- I'm on my way to the scales. - Just give me a moment.

After the race, okay?

No, Krzysiek. I need to know what's your game with Omar.

I have no game with Omar.

Five minutes, please.

I know you've set something up. I want to know what the deal is.

Omar won't know, I won't bet much. It's all the same to him. Please.

Why would you get involved?

Krzysiek.

Once I pay Omar off, I'm done.

Of course.

I must know who will win.

One last time. Tell me.

You'll do anything to know.

It's not true.

I care about you.

What do you want me to do?

Irena…

Don't overcomplicate things.

And follow your heart when betting.

But who is it then? Do you want me to bet on you?

Who is it, Krzysiek?

Everything on Arcos.

Number four!

Did you rob a petrol station?

I got an inheritance.

And you want to lose it in one fucking go? Pontoon!

So what? Mind your own business!

What a smartarse.

Zbyszek.

Jesus, Zbyszek!

Come on, get yourself together. Please!

- Who was to watch the horse? - Mietek.

Find him.

Zbyszek, come on.

- Get yourself together! - Fuck!

Number one: Ikar under Sebastian Kosior.

Number two: Cynamon under Teofil Bielak.

Number three: Cremona under Tomasz Sagan.

Number four is Arcos, a stud from Sopot, under Krzysztof Salomon.

Number five is Huragan, trained in Wrocław.

Lesław Swoboda, returning to the Warsaw course, will be riding him.

Number six is Jankiel, jockey Gracjan Siwak.

Number seven, Faraon, has been withdrawn.

Number eight: Samira, Lucjan Socha.

Number nine: Cezar under Jan Krupa.

Number ten: Drago under Mirosław Szymański.

Eleven: Kaszmir under Adam Dudek.

And last but not least: Teksas under Piotr Ważyk.

And they're off!

Wielka Warszawska has started!

Cynamon accelerates on the backstretch, passing Cremona and Ikar on the outside.

Huragan, Arcos...

Cynamon gains advantage and is clearly in the lead.

The horses approach the second turn, stretching even more over the course.

Now, my boy.

Cynamon, Cremona half a length behind him. Ikar is third.

Arcos and Huragan catch up on the outside.

They accelerate visibly, going head to head.

Huragan and Arcos come to the front.

Arcos keeps Huragan on the outside, blocking him from going to the centre.

Cynamon tries fighting, but he's left behind.

Huragan, Arcos, Huragan, Arcos.

Arcos at the finish line!

We would like to eliminate trouble from the racecourse, sir.

As far as I know, you have the same problem.

Go on.

If you bet high stakes with Omar in Wielka Warszawska,

he will make a deal with jockeys, but I'll foil his plan.

And I'll lose money? Yes or no?

The money comes back to you if only he bets with Kaparski.

How can I be sure he'll bet with this bookie?

He will want to finish him off. And he can bet anywhere.

We've talked to all the bookies.

That is right. You'll get Omar on a plate.

What's in it for you?

I'll win Wielka Warszawska .

- Get out. - Move it!

Move it.

Move your legs.

What was that?

What the fuck was that?

- A race. - A race, right? Who were you riding for?

For my father. For my Nadzieja.

What fucking Nadzieja? Get him, Kruchy.

Ryszard, that's my man, sir! My man!

But I have the shit who robbed us!

I don't give a toss about that. Where's my 200 mill?

It's all with the bookie.

But I'll make up for it, I swear. Just give me a few days.

And you were so sure of yourself.

Yes or no?

Ryszard, sir.

I don't think that's right.

Not right?

You won Wielka Warszawska , yes or no?

You'll be riding for me now, Krzysztof.