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MAFIA WOMEN

PREVIOUSLY

Good! Very nice.

Darek wrote it.

A fucking talented composer.

Let's check this shithead out.

This figure will be your target.

- You want me to get close to him? - To one of his men.

Can you do magic?

Yes.

Can you make us disappear?

Hocus pocus.

I love to fuck with you.

Did he do that to you?

Fucking bastard, you gotta leave him.

Leave where? To you?

On the fucking ground!

EPISODE 4

And?

Said it's gonna be a slaughter. Panic like hell.

Anything specific?

They said there was a Passat and a Volvo.

And Zywy?

Nothing.

- Hope he didn't lose it. - Fuck, don't jinx it!

His phone's off.

Let's go back to Zywy without the cash.

We'll find him.

I'd like to report who robbed the bank in Wolka Kosowska.

Police!

Police!

Clean?

Police!

- You shot your fucking reflection? - Fuck off.

Shit, we need a glass-man or we're fucked.

No, honey, don't make me laugh. Vuitton is passée.

Chanel is now a necessity.

Oh no, police!

They'll gripe about my cell.

I hope they're all men and at least one is worth a pence.

OK, honey, I'll call you back later. Kiss!

Police!

My cell? I'm not using my...

Down! Lay there!

Careful with the shoes!

They're from Manolo!

Careful with the shoes!

Shut up!

OK, we went around four fucking times. Park the car.

We'll order pizza, watch some TV and wait for Zywy.

- I want Hawaiian on a thick crust. - Hawaiian's not a pizza.

Why?

Fuck, pizza with pineapple should not exist.

- But I like it. - Then I'm very sorry.

They're coming.

I'm telling you, Polish pizza is the best.

Shit.

Specs.

Police!

Hands on the wall!

Turn your head left.

Sentimental?

What was it for? All that work, feathers in the butt?

Padrino is now your target.

I'll ask the cops not to touch the drugs.

We'll fix the door.

I'll set up surveillance here.

They'll return for the drugs and provide new tracks.

- Porsche? - I'd prefer Aventador.

A Porsche is bad?

If a Porsche then Carrera, Carrera S or GTS,

and if I had money, then GT3 RS.

So, finally what?

A Ferrari 458 Spider.

OK, I want a Porsche.

- Three, two... - One, go!

Hey, you!

Look, you can't..

Doesn't count, it was a false start! It's a fraud.

- I win! - No, it was a fraud!

But I was first!

A fraud!

Mum?

Mrs Ania, what happened?

They shot my fur.

Five bullets.

To your room.

It's not me...

in that mirror.

It's not me.

I got a tip from Lewy, the boys are in Bialoleka, they got high security.

That's better than a D.

Someone fucking cracked, some fucking louse.

- Who? - They don't know. Some dick called.

What about Zywy?

No contact. One more problem, boss.

What fucking problem?

Your daughter.

Wait here a minute.

Hey, what's up?

Awesome meth.

100 for a gram.

Nah, give me some coke.

400.

But it's good stuff.

OK, give me two.

Shit! What the fuck are you doing, eh?

We're out!

I don't wanna go home. I wanna fuck!

Get in.

- What, don't you like me? - Get in.

Boss, what about the shithead?

He's wasted too?

Yes.

Send him to hell.

But let him fucking live.

I'd like to report, that a man ran over a couple at a bus stop.

Move.

Are you crazy?

I've put a condom...

on the detector.

Don't waste money.

- We can afford it. Want some? - Fucking kid.

- I got a surprise for you. - What kind?

MARBELLA, SPAIN

Fuck, it's beautiful here.

- It's gonna be more beautiful. - Promise?

I'll buy this yacht.

What the fuck's the yacht for?

We're gonna sail around the world,

gonna fuck,

and admire all these views.

Nice...

and then what?

We're gonna...

sail around.

The Earth is round.

We are in love.

Then you must make me a kid.

So someone can bring us drinks to bed.

- None of them is going to crack. - Do we know who turned them in?

Phonoscopy showed that it was Zywy. Their mate.

Fucking shit!

Cieniu, hi there.

Do I know you?

Kosa.

- I worked for Zaba with cars. - Don't remember.

How did you get here?

Tenner, and a dangerous weapon.

- Show me your balls. - What?

Fuck you, prick.

No cheating, he's fresh.

Show me your balls.

You know who I am?

- Show me your fucking balls. - Respect for Mr Cieniu!

OK, no fucking fighting. We're in a spa, right?

Fucking home-made ninja.

Fucked his wife with a soldering gun. Go down on yourself, prick.

What about him?

What's he in for?

Answer Mr Cieniu.

For fucking nothing.

Ran over a couple at a bus stop.

That's not exactly fucking nothing, is it?

He was on coke, wasted like hell. Doesn't remember a thing.

Nice place you got here.

Mum's home?

She went shopping.

Homework done?

- Done. - Show me.

I don't feel like it.

Hey...

what about our deal?

If all homework's done, we're going on a real race track, not this...

junk for polite children.

We can't go anyway, mum's out of money.

- So what? I've got some. - Really?

Did I ever lie to you?

You, never.

How do I look? Divine, eh?

Wonderful!

Your body gains a perfect shape.

It's not the shoes. My shape's God's gift.

They're awesome. I'm buying.

And those high heels?

They have an extra insert, so the foot doesn't suffer.

Orthopaedic?

- I'm not a pilgrim. - But they're comfy.

They're high heels, not slippers. Life is short, heels are long.

OK, pack those sweeties.

I'm taking these, these...

these... and these.

And quick to checkout, cos I'm in a rush.

PIN.

- Refusal. - Impossible, try again.

Refusal.

Fucking shit, this is rude! What kind of fucking country is this?

Maciek's asleep.

I wish I could sleep and not fucking care.

- What a nightmare! - He's got a fever. Don't wake him up.

Let him wake up, let him know, let the kid be tough, let him wake up!

- Let the whole world wake up! - Mrs Ania, what happened?

No money...

I had to pawn...

- For what? - A cab.

I had to pawn my purse.

What was in it? Documents?

Fuck the documents! It was a Chanel!

Understand?

Chanel!

OK, she'll be asleep now.

How long?

After what I gave her, about seven, eight hours.

Was this her first time?

Yes.

Honestly... I don't fucking know.

This is just a rough detox.

The time cocaine works depends on the taken dose.

Infusion liquids will help clean her body,

plus the pills I left your daughter must be taken regularly,

so she has a weaker withdrawal syndrome.

Three, four days.

Very tough days.

And then she'll be cured, right?

- What do you know about drugs? - Nothing, what the fuck should I know?

Then read something about them.

And call me if you need anything.

Maciek's in school, shopping's done.

Quiet! My head!

Sauerkraut juice is best for a hangover.

Take this shit away from me! Crazy superstitions!

I need a Balinese head massage now.

I can prepare a bath for you.

I don't give a shit about your bath, I need a spa!

Mrs Ania...

you can't afford one.

The police blocked all your husband's accounts.

Kill me!

I don't want to live! I can't live like that!

Or wake me up, this cannot be true! It must be a dream!

Sleep! Sleep! I want to sleep!

You fucking slut!

Calm fucking down, you've got a child! Get your shit together!

Don't you have any money...

I don't know, hidden somewhere?

I only spend it.

Your husband...

usually husbands transfer property to their wives.

Mine didn't, I'd fucking spend all of it.

OK.

Where would he hide money from you?

He didn't tell me.

So we'll ask him.

He's got sanctions.

I won't get a visit for six months.

Get up, we're going.

Hello!

Hello! Mister!

My husband is in your jail!

Artur Ostrowski.

Could you ask him where he left some money for us?

Please!

OK, get off.

It didn't work out.

- Yes? - Good day, courier!

Come in.

Constant obstacles!

Come here!

Come here!

Macius, hold it for mummy.

Artur!

Artur!

What the fuck have you done? Why didn't you leave me any money?

I can't even afford a fucking beauty salon, shit!

You're fucking yelling again, shit!

I'll show you... when you get home!

You won't get shagged for six months!

They shot my fur, understand?

I had to pay with my Chanel purse!

Ania, to the point!

Tell me right now!

Where is the money? Where did you hide the money?

Call the police to the one on the roof.

Where is the money from Wolka Kosowska, I'm asking you?

You know her?

Yeah, that's my wife.

Let me introduce you.

Ania... Czarek.

Fuck you!

Kosa, collect your belongings, you're free.

I'm getting released.

You'll pass a kite to my wife.

No, this is so hard. This is so fucking hard to do.

Hey...

some bloke, your husband sent him.

- Did you let him in? - He said it's important.

Fucking hell, I must get ready!

That's what I needed.

Not only that I guess?

You mean this?

I don't know much about pork. Cieniu said it's green.

That's Macius's money.

Fuck off.

Fucking hell, look at Macius's savings!

Cieniu said, there's ten grand here.

Thank you!

- I'm taking it for Cien. - All of it?

Fooling's expensive.

Steroids, canteen, hygiene...

- The gabber will slip it. - What?

His lawyer will give it to him.

What about me?

And Macius?

Didn't he think about alimony?

That's the other case. Alimony is in goods.

What kind?

Cieniu's car keys have an extra key to some flat.

There you'll find something what you'll sell in Sweden.

This kite has instructions how to do it.

You gave him all the money?

Since when are we on a first-name basis?

Since you stopped paying me.

So go away! Shoo! What are still doing here?

I like your son.

Even if there are goods to sell in that flat,

how the fuck will you get to Sweden?

Maybe you are a bit right.

I didn't think about it.

Fuck it.

I'll get the money back.

I'll make a sacrifice. Where's the fucking phone?

- What's up? - Hi, it's Ania, Cieniu's wife.

Still got the money?

I spent it on the lottery.

On what?

A French joke.

A joke? You're a funny boy, aren't you?

You said something about the dough.

Don't take the money to my husband. Bring it back to me.

What is the reason you've changed your decision?

You!

Fucking hell, I've never fucked a guy this ugly before!

Why so early?

Dad's back?

Dad? No.

So what's with mum?

Mum's not well.

But the doctor is already here, so we'll go get some chips.

OK.

Let's go to the go-karts. I've arranged a CRG Centurion, 10 hp!

- But it's for grown-ups! - You are grown up!

You didn't have to shag him, could have used your head!

I gave him head too.

Are you sure it's this street?

- 18 Konopacka Street. - Probably Konopnicka!

It's a fucked up name, anyone can get it wrong.

I should live in Paris, I never mix up Chanel.

- Cien's wife. - OK, let's go.

Fucking hell.

It's not coke, it's speed.

Leave this!

We're getting out of here.

Out.

- Let's get out of here. - I have to take it.

What are you saying? You've got a kid!

You can't smuggle drugs to Sweden!

But I don't have money!

How will I pay a lawyer? How will I feed Maciek?

Are you fucking nuts?

I gotta do it. You must help me, please!

We can get enough money for it for a few years!

For you it's one month.

If you don't want to help me, do it for Maciek.

- Fuck, I don't want to hear this! - You don't have to touch it!

I'll take it, understand?

You don't have to do a thing.

Just go there with me, please, look, we've got it all written.

Didn't it occur in your grey head, that this flat may be under surveillance,

and the moment we cross the door with this, we can be locked up?

I'll cut you in with 100,000.

Come on, let's take a line.

Fucking, pack it.

- She's out, should we take her in? - We'll follow her.

When she hands over the drugs, we take them all in.

- Will she ever turn off that blinker? - Maybe she thinks it's broken?

Working, not working, working, not working...

Our Ania is like a chihuahua.

What nickname will we give her?

Maybe Chihuahua?

- Mrs Ania! Long time, no see! - I'm happy too! What's new?

- My bro's getting married. - Fucking awesome!

- Got something for me? - Sure do!

Look!

Fuck, four hours.

Bravo!

Excuse me,

I'm looking for a real man.

- Maybe my friend, here. - What is it?

I'm so tired! These bags!

I'm exhausted but still have two malls to visit!

Could you help me with this? Just to the car.

Tiger!

She wants to visit two shopping malls.

Oh, Jesus! The laundry.

I forgot.

You gotta help me, I'm all weak.

OK, the party's over. We're taking her in.

Internal Security Agency, turn around and put your hands on the car.

Chihuahua has tricked us.

My husband said you can help us pack it for the trip.

Lots of fucking snow! I don't know if it will fit.

In the boot?

In the spare tyre.

I'll hold it.

We're going to Sweden!

Changing the tyre in a car is not difficult,

but we must remember about a few things.

First of all, we must not be a hazard for other drivers.

We pull out the jack and the wrench from the boot.

The arm of the jack should be set under the marked spot on the vehicle,

and now turn slowly.

I'm hungry.

- I gave you a sandwich. - The seagulls ate it.

Thanks.

Get some chips.

I'm hungry too.

You want fucking chips too?

No... avocado and shrimps.

Then buy it.

But I've got no money.

Cos you've spent everything.

$8,500 for some damn rags.

I was fooling the agents.

Fucking hell, what did Cieniu see in you?

Nothing.

A dick is blind.

KARLSKRONA, SWEDEN

Get in.

He wrote in the kite that the Swedish border is just a formality.

No one checks you.

What is it?

How the hell could two pussies screw us?

Who's that?

We gotta bug Cieniu's wife's flat.

MALMÖ, SWEDEN

HONORARY CONSULATE OF POLAND

Why is he buying so long?

I gave him the password from the kite but it's not working.

Go check if you're in the loo.

Where's the loo?

Up your ass, kurwa.

Kurwa?

Kurwa.

It's working...

Yeah? So where's the dough?

Kurwa!

Kurwa.

What's with the "kurwa"?

The money's in Copenhagen.

Is that far?

In fucking Denmark.

But where's Denmark?

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