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MAFIA WOMEN

PREVIOUSLY

Up yours... cunt!

Fuck!

I'm looking for people, who think outside the scheme,

are able to risk and act in stress. A full-fucking-time job.

Wanna take part in recruitment?

I need to sleep on it.

An operator sometimes has one second to decide: life or death.

I choose life.

Mummy! Mummy!

These are our friends from the FBI.

They'll share their experience

and conduct a course for undercover officers.

Shut up!

You get a chance for Art. 60.

Limited state's evidence, you'll be a friend of the police.

Life sentence or life in freedom.

I would screw up.

What do you say, Grabus?

Rysiek, get the fuck over here.

I love you, Rysiek!

Beksa, is that you?

I can't hear...

You fucking bastard, you!

Fuck! You're totally screwed up!

Hell, you fucking shithead!

I love you.

EPISODE 3

The club bouncer will introduce you.

He's our manoeuvring agent,

but remember, I'm your only contact.

- When? - Then! Once you have something.

A moment will come, when...

you'll need to become credible.

Yeah... how?

Breaking the law.

They need to see you doing something illegal.

You know any motherfucker who needs his ass kicked?

There is this head of the council, who beats his wife.

He's got a jewellery store.

Great.

You'll show me the store, we'll get the plans

and figure out how to mug him.

That's the pervert.

His jewellery store is on the left behind the entrance.

So, off to work we go.

Your Honour, in this case I have no choice

but to present a motion for the repeal of detention of my client.

The indictment is actually based on one witness,

a contrite bandit who, for obvious reasons,

will not be able to confirm his testimony.

Your Honour, I object.

The witness has been murdered. These are not obvious reasons.

Your Honour, I fully support my attorney's motion.

I wish to go back to work, I shall respect every summons,

and ask the court to repeal my detention.

Mr Prosecutor?

Your Honour, I highly object this motion.

We must not forget the accused is charged with murder

with the use of a firearm, and the death of the main witness

is an additional clue.

You cannot jail a man based on speculation.

- Mr Counsel... - Excuse me.

That's why I ask Your Honour to reject the motion of the defence.

Thank you.

The Court announces a 30-minute recess to consider the motion.

When Malolat was being judged, smoking was still fucking OK, they had ashtrays.

And there were fewer faggots.

Tough times.

Fucking fascism.

Did you get the bread?

- Fifty thousand bucks secured. - They don't accept dollars here.

- What if he's not released? - Ptooey! Don't jinx it!

Zywy will be released in a moment. They're gonna celebrate.

They always party in a club. Got any questions?

Just one, right?

Shoot.

What do you want me to do?

How far should I...

Do you have to fuck him?

I'm married.

- You never cheated on him? - That wasn't part of the training.

Do what's right.

Only results count.

Still 20 minutes left.

Where can we get a fucking cup of coffee?

The court decided, under Art. 253 § 1, in conjunction with Art. 257 § 2

of the Code of Criminal Procedure,

to change the order of pre-trial detention against the accused

Michal Marecki, by changing this measure to a preventive measure,

in the form of a surety of 100,000 zl, provided the submission

of a fixed amount within 7 days from the announcement

of this order to the court's account.

The court postpones the hearing until September 15

at 10:00 in this room.

That's all for today.

Fuck.

Suit straight from under the iron but did they rip off your bag?

They'll bring it.

I thought you'd gain some meat but you're skinny.

I had no time.

Padrino, surprise!

Say hello.

Hi, Padrino, I'm out.

Hi, kid.

Thanks.

You'd do the same. Bye.

Dad, I need a favour.

- The car? - No, I'm going with a friend.

Do I know him?

Do you know "Listen to Me Darling"?

What is it?

Good. Good!

Very nice.

Darek wrote it.

Some busker again?

A composer, dad. A very talented one. He's gonna write songs for me now.

I need some money.

How much?

Anything.

Whatever you please.

I love you!

A fucking talented composer.

Check this shithead out.

For good luck.

But not a good fuck!

You know how long I haven't fucked?

Don't worry, you'll fuck tonight.

You're right.

You gotta be in shape today.

Oh shit!

Fucking heaven!

God, how I missed that!

That or me?

For me it's the same.

- Don't fuck with me. - I love to fuck with you.

Did he do that to you?

Fucking bastard, you gotta leave him.

Leave to where?

To you?

Do you love me?

- He's gonna kill me. - I'll protect you.

So you gotta kill him.

He's my brother.

And I'm who? Your fucking sister-in-law?

- I'll think of something. - Then think.

Hey, leave me fucking alone.

Yes, sir?

A litre of whiskey, a litre of rye,

a few bottles of coke and a jug of blackcurrant juice,

by that platform.

Hi, handsome. Wanna buy me a drink?

Here, get some mineral water.

- Thanks, but I can't live on that. - Life's tough.

You're not a pair, are you?

Am I gay?

No, guess you're not gay.

I'll dance for you.

No, sunshine.

We'll dance together.

It's Zywy at his fucking best!

Zywy's alive!

A dance of life!

Meet my girlfriend.

What's your name?

Joanna.

Joanna... and her boobs.

Cieniu.

Depressed, unhappily married.

You really are sad. Is your heart broken?

I don't have a heart.

You don't know what love is, I can teach you.

Stop fucking blabbing!

Zywy. Our friend is with us now, but where was he in the morning?

Up shit creek.

He was up shit creek.

Crazy fucking shit!

Morning assembly, back to the cell, now broads, fucking go-go...

Life's full of surprises.

Who's that?

Fucking hear me? Who is this?

Some redneck, new here.

From Plonsk? A village girl.

- Come on, I'll dance for you. - Don't fucking touch me!

Yo!

Got the crack?

Sit down.

- Ladies first. - "Grazie mille"

This is the best, the most expensive stuff in town.

Besides me.

What's your name?

Hocus Pocus.

Can you do magic?

Yes.

Can you make us disappear?

Hocus pocus.

Doesn't work.

Look.

You're fast.

Three seconds to 100, 700 hp,

one clutch and a seven gear transmission.

I saw you park your car.

Are you after me or my car?

Hocus pocus.

My wheels won't start.

I don't give a shit. I paid €500,000 for this car,

Get here and start it now.

I don't give a shit, I said!

Fucking get here and start it, now!

Motherfucker, I told you already.!

Shithead.

What are you doing?

My dad had a garage and always said:

"It's not a motor, it's the car's heart".

You fucking think I service it at Frank's?

Try to start it.

Go home, you'll get wet.

What the fuck are you...

Hocus pocus.

OK, want a ride?

No.

So you give me a ride.

I can't, I lost my licence.

So did I.

I had a beer.

So did I.

We're gonna crash.

Fucking great.

That's what it's all about.

And?

The world looks better from a lambo than from a night bus.

Do you like your life?

Depends.

And you?

Not today.

Can you keep me company?

With what?

With my suicide.

I don't get it.

We'll just kill me.

Come here.

Give me your hands.

You're fucking nuts.

I'm not dying today.

Let's order a pizza.

OK, but not Hawaiian.

Hawaiian's not a pizza.

But first we'll dance.

Without music?

I prefer without.

Want to dance?

You're a whore, you're a whore...

- What the fuck are you doing here? - Looking for a towel.

Did you touch anything?

The towel.

Did you fucking touch anything?

The Kalash.

Which one?

- Police! - On the ground!

- Fucking police! - Down!

Fucking shit! Are you totally fucking nuts?

What the fuck is this?

She wasted our toys.

She was looking for a fucking towel.

She won't say a word.

I guarantee.

You've got a problem.

Guys, I don't need to dig. I already pissed my pants.

You want me to shit?

I'm scared like hell. I've got a gag.

Stop.

Stop.

Look at me.

Look.

In the mug

or in the pump?

You're such a hotshot, cos you've got a heater.

Why don't we try one on one?

What?

What?

Don't tell me you don't beat women?

I do.

Especially whores.

Milimetr, fuck...

Now I should fucking kill one of you.

You'd have me on a leash.

Which one of you do I hate most? You!

Cieniu!

- Easy. - I'll fucking kill him.

Easy, give it to me.

- I'll fucking kill him, - Give it to me.

Or I'll set this jeweller up for you.

A pretty story about two million. You take the dough,

and have dirt on me but no one dies.

What do we think?

You're sure this is all clean?

No worries, my cousin built this mall.

Independence Day. No one's here, except the janitor.

I hope so.

This sack goes on the roof.

The sack gets hooked on the ledge.

At this angle, the sack can hold up to half a tonne.

The jeweller is located five steps from the left edge and seven from the back.

On top, there's a layer of tar-board, then there's wool,

styrofoam and finally a sheet of metal.

We make a small hole with a chisel.

Then we cut with scissors, once to the right, then to the left.

All pipes from the mall run here.

The ceiling's covered with coffers. I slip down the line, take off a coffer

jump down to the store and snatch the fucking merchandise.

Fuck.

Stick out your leg!

Over five grand an ounce.

And you'd let them kill me.

Will you marry me?

You're already married.

So I'll have a second one.

What happens in the haunt, stays in the haunt.

You're fucking nuts.

And they lived happily ever after?

Maybe not ever after, but happily.

OK.

Mummy.

Hi, honey.

How are you?

When are you coming back?

Not yet.

When I get a few days off.

I miss you a lot.

Me too.

I love you.

I love you more.

No, not with Chinese suction caps.

No.

Get a complete one

and definitely with Karol. He's divine!

Bye!

How do I look?

You're looking but you can't see.

I've got new stilettos. On my feet!

Gorgeous, aren't they?

But they're a bit tight. I'll give them away to charity.

That's very nice of you.

How come you're so pissed?

Want a blow job?

Whose perfume is this?

You screwed another broad.

Give it to me!

I'll see if you get fucking hard.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Don't leave me.

Please.

Don't leave me!

No!

No! No! Don't leave me! Please!

I'm gonna kill myself! Please!

Calm down.

Don't leave me!

I love you!

No! No!

Fuck these stilettos! Fuck'em!

Fuck, this is shit!

- Why are you so fresh? - Cos I smashed my fucking car.

- How was school? - Like shit.

Don't talk like that, cos I won't like you.

I don't want to go home.

You wanna race for real?

So, what?

Kimi Räikkönen, Michael Schumacher, Robert Kubica.

Ever heard these names?

They all began on go-karts.

Maciek Ostrowski - Poland.

Go! Go!

You can't fool genes.

There's a job to do.

You're not invited, you're on bail.

Get the fuck outta here.

I'm coming, I've got to cover your asses.

Using your head.

Cops will be there.

Fuck the PD.

How much juice to drink?

Five million.

I've got good tips, four for sure.

Where?

This is the venue?

Wolka Kosowska Bank.

Fucking Chinatown.

They always arrive between 9 and 10 AM.

Always two plus a driver.

Nervous?

Like security guards.

Sissies, don't even have long firearms.

Mlody says they did once.

I'd shoot even if they do. We'll surprise and shock them.

Those are trained guards. Let one have it loaded, and then we got a mess.

One with the bills, the other is watching, fuck.

Like on holidays. Fucking waiters.

So?

Beef for tomorrow?

I'll go first with my shell.

If one reaches for a heater, I'll slap his hand.

If they get bold, I'll shoot their feet.

I'm taking a damn Glauberyt.

I can fucking shower anywhere, it won't pierce the vest.

Fucking surveillance here too.

We'll turn left.

The damn double street lights are there.

Old Volvo but with a turbine.

- When will we get the Passat? - Tomorrow.

And this dog shed.

What for?

For close observation.

We'll set the wheels aside, burn them and run off.

Fucking outstanding.

Got a better idea?

You got a better one?

Let's burn them before the fun.

Joke.

Anything to reach the end.

Gotta dump some bodies here.

The place looks good.

Don't speak with your mouth full.

I'd like to grow old with you.

You'll always stay young for me.

Stop fucking with me.

Or maybe don't stop.

Would like to be reborn?

What for?

I don't know.

You could change your life.

I tried.

I had a pub,

a kebab shop,

a tanning salon...

Tanning salon.

...and I either lost fucking money or lost money.

Money's not everything.

It's not about money.

Then about what?

About meaning something.

"Non omnis moriar".

Cops are here.

Forensics for sure.

How many?

Two.

Are we skipping?

We're waiting.

It's gonna be a slaughter.

The convoy's here.

They're leaving.

We're here for five million and these faggots are buying fucking socks.

Fuck.

On three?

On three.

One,

two,

three.

On the ground!

On the fucking ground!

Shut up.

Look at me!

This is your lucky day.

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