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A guy got out,
lit a smoke... and croaked.

Andrzej G., a.k.a. 'Guillotine',
has been shot,

the 4th victim this year.

Inspector Fish,

is this a gang war?

- In 5 min.
- I don't get it...

I spoke to my man...

Is this a gang war?

No war whatsoever.

That's a contract killing.

The elusive Killer again?
When will you get him?

The police works by the book.

How many more victims until
you get the legendary Killer?

Legendary? Nonsense.

There is no Killer.

It's the media invention.

If not Killer, who kills then?

This is Ewa Szanska...

A man does, ma'am.

Directed by

Your cigs, sir.

Filters?

I said no filter.

No such stuff in the city.

What city is this?

Las Vegas.

Looks like power outage.

If not to home, so where to?

I'm going to Zygmunt.

That architectural wonder
can be yours.

It'll be Europe's largest casino.

And we'll remain the owners.

Officially yes.

In fact, we'll have 98%.

Only 2% left to split?

We've invested a bundle.

Mr. Lipski, gimmi a break.

The building is yours when
the money's in the Swiss bank.

No Swiss accounts, please.

Cash only or no deal.

Cash? What's cooking?

How do we collect it?

In 3 days...

a dollar-packed container
will arrive at the Warsaw airport.

And we collect the delivery
just like that?

From Waldek.

Our friend Waldek...

Just show him... this.

- And the other half?
- Waldek will have it.

Any problems?

No. But why tear up
the money?

Rather than to America

I'm going to the land of these.

They're expanding, sumbitches!

Let me go!

It's a mistake!

A mistake!

That was my wife's middle name.

- What's that?
- I don't get it.

Who's this creep?
Get me the one I need.

Which one?

Number One.

For me you, Ewa,
are Number One.

I'm talking about
Guillotine.

Who's that?

That's enough or I'll
get lumbago.

Is that Guillotine?

That's your stupid pal,
Stan!

Only you, myself, and Stan
know it.

But all the viewers will think
he's Guillotine.

Hi, what's up?

- To cut it short...
- Before I forget:

They've collared Killer.

- They have?!
- The radio said.

What?

They got him.

- Just that?
- Isn't that enough?

Hi, Killer.

If you totter like a geisha
you'll kill yourself.

OK, spill it.

Your name and occupation?

Jurek Kiler, taxi driver.

Your name's Killer
and your handle's 'Killer' too.

You're Killer!

If you say it's a mistake,
I'll hit you!

It's a mistake.

Get him up!

What d'you think?

They're here to protect you
not me.

Boss, no third degree, please!

I've been on his tail for 3 years!

Quiet!

It's a tragic misunderstanding.

My name's Jurek Kiler.

A taxi driver,
side number 7775.

You were real good, Killer
but you're collared now.

Cause I've been better!
46 times better!

Now you're in for it!
For life, man.

But first confess to the Procurator.

Con-fess? To the Procurator?

You think we sent
a SWAT team

to get an innocent taxi driver?
Et morning?

And our boys have
nothing else to do?!

You botched up the job.

And forgot to tidy up.

This tsatske was found
where you did in Guillotine.

And in your taxi,
a Steyr sniper rifle.

From thise weapon whose killed
forty persons in all Europe

and in the former Soviet Union.

There's moratorium
on death penalty,

but we'll make an exception
in your case.

In any case, you're
in the poky till you croak.

Hey, smartass!

Making fun of the fifth
Commandment?

Not at all!

Truth is you killed scum!

But it's your hide as if
they'd been innocent men.

And now sing, please.

Start talking.

Tell us, Killer,
and you'll be better-off.

Not much better.

But.
You'd better...

You know what?

We'll get you a single cell.

Else we'll lock you up
with Hairy.

No idea who Hairy is?

None whatsoever.

I'll say nothing.

- Killer!
- Hairy.

Killer recognized me.

It's an honor!

Out with you, shitty dudes!
Make room for Mr. Killer!

He's Boss now!

What's wrong, Ugly?

- OK. with me.
- Move your ass, X!

Sit down, please.

We didn't expect you.
I'd have had it cleaned up.

These stinkers are messy.

Thanks. It's... cool.

How did you off
that Turk in Munich?

I read it in the rags.

That Turk?... Easy

- But how?
- From a distance.

With a sniper rifle.

- Steyr?
- Yeah.

With infra-red sights.

But that explosion?

Explosion? In Mannheim?

In Munich.

Oh, that. Syntex.

- What?
- Czech plastic.

How did you plant it?
The car was watched, right?

What?

Easy. I had a... toy car,

radio-controlled.

I stuffed it with plastic,
sent it under the Turk's car

and wham!

See, moron, you'd die trying
to figure that out.

That reading makes you dumb.

But that's kid stuff.

Any moron can plant a bomb.

But to face your mark
is a real challenge.

The fatter the better.

But for a fatso you need
dum-dum ammo.

Deadly effective.

See, X?
You've spilled the soup.

Where's your sausage?

I've eaten it.

Don't hurry next time.

No way, Miss...
Miss Ewa.

Dear Mieczyslaw, I must see him.

Anybody, Miss Ewa, but Killer.

Killer's Europe-class criminal.

We have no luminaries
of his standing.

We can't afford hiding Killer.

I like you, Miss Ewa,
prize your professionalism,

but you must understand.

I see.

So here's another project.

A documentary series:
Polish Penitentiary Pantheon.

Interesting.

Could you help me
with a list of 8...

12 best wardens in Poland.

That many of us?
Let's see.

Czesiek from Leczyca.
Retired now. How about that?

No, only wardens in active service.

Mirek from Bialoleka.
A baldie. How about that?

No, only creme de la creme:

dashing, IQ over 240,
speak foreign languages.

Piotrków! Right!
Stan Alcatraz is in there.

That's it, Stan... No.
No go.

The great escape, right?

Exactly. 600 cons
on the lam now.

Must've done it
with chartered buses or what?

Stan's hair turned gray.

- Gray-haired are out.
- You see it your self.

At least one name.
And he'll make great copy.

How about
the Pillar of Polish Prisons?

Or the Bulwark?

Or just the Star.

Great! The Star of Polish
Penitentiary system,

Warden Mieczyslaw Klonisz.

You mean me?

Sure. Neither gray-haired
nor bald,

let alone retired.

No one ever sprung on me!

An ideal candidate.

But you must be very busy.

I'll find some time out
for the Polish prison system.

Thank you very much.
Guys!

Warden, sir...

Good evening

My name's Ewa Szanska.

I know you from TV.

I'm making a program on you.

On a taxi-driver?

Killer, fool Inspector Fish
and other Kojaks.

I'm not a plant, Killer.

The real Killer is at large.

I'm a taxi-driver,
side number 7775.

I killed nobody. That lummox
Fish made a mistake.

Lummox?

Right. I got you on tape.

You hung around there
when Guillotine got killed.

Is gawking forbidden?

Pure coincidence.
I had to buy smokes.

OK. Why did you kill?

The public wants to know?
For dough.

What did you feel?

Excitement, the smell of money.
That'll make them happy.

Remember your first time?

It was on a mountain hike.

I pushed my math teacher
off the cliff.

- I'm serious.
- So am I.

Your first contract killing.

My student board ordered it.

No kidding.
Your first contract killing.

Kiev, Ukraine in 1989.

Four born killers,
armed to the teeth.

I, my AK-47, my pony...

- How was it?
- I was shot dead.

Start talking
like a killer, damn it!

If he said, he is taxi driver
and live in night

it doesn't mean he lives
off the taxi alone.

His contractors paid well
for his hits.

The police know those people?

We know a lot
and we'll know more...

You know shit!

I can say any more.

So let me tell you
what I've found out.

One of Killer's clients

was the boss of the Polish
underworld,

Stefan Siarzewski, alias Siara.

He must've had Andrzej G.
(Guillotine) killed.

What d'you say to that?

You're dead, you TV slut!

You said Killer was
the media invention.

Sorry, just a trick of the trade.

Outta here soon
and I got some savings.

Enough to off Big Ear.

I chip in.

I don't get it.

Piece of cake for you.

Pardon?

Do him in
and take all I have.

- All I have.
- I'll think about it.

Is that Killer?

That sad sack is no Killer.

Sad sack?
That's what you are!

They say Killer has already
killed an inmate.

He choked him with a salt
shaker. With the cap, that is.

The shaker or the cap?

The perforated cap.

Where're they moving him?

To maximum security.

- Where exactly?
- This I can't say.

Maybe you don't know?

I do, but I won't say.

She is a gey!
I get it right away

by soul and body
that her gey moving

I can kiss her heands
and even eat her fork

And later in bathroom
clean yourself by soap

Hey!

What's up?

Why have we stopped?

Must be the fuel pump!

You think so?

Must be the fuel pump!

It's the fuel pump all right.

So from use thise break
Can i go piss?

My bladder will bust!

A true killer got no bladder.

What has he got, then?

A true killer has a pump.

But the pump's busted.

What shall I do?

Piss in to your pants
Killer.

I'AM PISSING!

I can't hear.
Must be the pump.

Stay put. Could be a trap.

Sending reinforcements.
Ten-four?

- I must to toilet(killer)
- That's a ten roger.

Who wants to piss?

Is onlly Killer.

- Tell him to piss his pants.
- I said that before.

I PISSING HERE!!!

Hi, who's the idiot in charge?

Actually, I am.

You know who's in there?

Actually, I do.

Great.

You know who'll write
a report to the minister?

Actually, I don't.

Me

I will and won't even mention
a fuel pump.

And guess about who will be
that report?

But...

We're taking
the prisoner along.

I don't want piss any more
thank you very much

I fuck you

What did you say?

Actually, nothing.

O my god! I thought
you looked different!

Come on in, Killer!

With a cold hand
and a warm heart.

Skinny, free him!

Name's Skinny.

I like you, 'cause
you got balls, like me.

One thing bothers me, though.

- May I ask you something?
- Shoot, Stefan.

How come they catch you?

You always took good cover.

On alert as a prairie-dog
and cautious as a May-bug.

You done so many hits

and I never even saw you.

By phone, fax, e-mail,
but never in person.

How come the blues sniffed?

Wish I knew thise too.

Why, you don't sus me!

Like I say,
I wish I knew.

I seen shadow of eagle
he climp up like a wind

- Is Fish calling Aquarium.
- I copy you.

- How was the trip?
- That fuel pump again.

What you mean?

You are kidding?
State Security took him 3h ago.

What? 3 h. ago?!
So where they are now?!

Now? They can be even in Hamburg

Rain is not calm

Hug strong orchard

And we on thise war
couple long year's

We back to home
so warm ho..

What is it, Stefan?

Why this crying?

Must be hard and not soft.

I'm all alone in this world.

Like a pinky, I got nobody.

Only criminal's around me.

I'm all alone.

You're a very nice guy,

a very nice killer.

Your health, my one
and only hitman.

Go thru it all alone...
Go thru it all aloune...

Don't turn your heart
to a stone...

We must be
ourself et last...

Hush!

I trust nobody but you.

What you want?

And what?
maybe I'am not in home?

Where've you been, slut?

Won't you introduce me?

With pleasure.

My wife, a slut she goes out.
My best friend.

Care for a sandwich
or fried eggs?

Fry your tits!

You know who that is?
Mr. Killer himself!

He eats chateaubriand, oysters,
anything he wants,

not your sloppy sandwiches!

Killer?
Gabrysia Siarzewska.

Glad to meet you.
Name's Jurek.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Beat it.
We got business to do.

That Gabrysia... your lady?

- Her name's Rysia.
- Then why Gab-rysia?

'Cause she's stupid.

From a singles' bar.

There's no Killer as such.

He's a media invention.

Who shoots then?
This is Ewa Szanska...

That bitch I don't like!
A TV slut!

Why?

Very nice and pretty.

That slut is on your tail
and you say she's pretty?

Cause she is.

- You think so?
- I do.

Here's an offer.

Off her and I'll pay you
as if she were President.

You flipped?
Thise is woman

I don't kill women!

Especially beautiful ones.

Thise is beautiful?
You ain't seen nothing yet.

Siara.
That's a ten roger.

Go and watch TV.

Listen Killer.

I left nothing to chance
and had it all planned.

What friend would
I've been to

without a chance
for you to pay me back?

Thanks, Siara.

It would've looked I dissed you.

But I respect you more
than my folks and partners.

What do I do for you,
my friend Siara?

You'll get a car,
a VIP suite in town,

a piece you like,
and some cash for starters.

What do I do?

Two jobs, big and small.

The small one?

That Szanska from TV
drives me crazy.

And the big one?

A tougher act.
Only two days for it.

Who's the mark?

Ferdinand Lipski...

Make it look
like a car accident.

Very difficult
but could be done.

One more thing.

Ferdinand Lipski got
something I want back.

A bill of 2000 Colombian pesos.

Actually, a half of it,

which is very important.

Hi, Killer, got a sec?

Not really, I'm already late.

The son-of-a-bitch must
bite the dust.

- Holy shit, who's that?
- My husband.

That's not my bag.

My ex. I got some dough...

I'll be right back.
Then you'll tell me.

I'll check my agenda
and squeeze you in.

Thanks. You're real cool.

- Well?
- He's agreed!

What do I tell Minister,
the media, and the public?

You're a laughingstock!

You can't handle anything!

Your future
is in your shitty hands.

Get the fuck out! And don't you
show up without Killer!

- And that's that.
- Yes, sir.

Fish?

You're staying.

Killer is your problem.

You know what they say?

Wanna kick ass?
A cop is best.

He won't hit back
cause he's scared.

Scared? He just can't.
It's illegal.

Exactly! So from now on,
screw the law!

- Can I?
- You must!

We need Killer
like lucky

Not because some
scum's dead
this is even better

The number of killers in
jail must tally.

People must feel safe,
and the police must be respected.

Else we're in over our heads!

- You must be a bull-terrier!
- I will be.

- A raging bull!
- I will.

Like Tommy Lee Jones,
in 'Fugitive'!

- I will.
- Yeah! So get fuck out!

The police is after a dangerous
criminal, Jurek Killer,

suspected of forty
contract killings,

who fled while convoyed.

300000 zl reward...

Did I hear right?

How much for thise pussy
what go there? 300000'?

Enough for both of us.

And what I doing here?
Uuu... What you doing here?

Is some things what nobody can't against
So why think about it?

From far hear strange noice
Uuu What you doing here?

On big jackass, you can fall from bridge
and fishing them

Evry one said what they want
3th times listen carefull me

Evry one agree with others
but et last will be like now is

And what i doing here?
Uuu... What you doing here?

Have that much space
for one move hand can reward

Is not need smart heads
Uuu... What you doing here?

That times, bars and lockals
want i get born...

What do you, asshole,
know about killing?

Two hard tomatoes.
Likewise cucumbers.

A bunch of radishes... hard.

Mr. Killer? I know you from TV.

I have a job for you.

- How much?
- No matter.

- It's my old man.
- I'll think about it.

Faster!
On the double!

Suspect seen
in the roadside inn.

Rush someone smart
to find out.

The owner and patrons
are scared stiff.

Killer knocked out
two bruisers.

- Talk to them.
- They haven't come to yet.

What a nacional..
what a people...

That's the one.

That's Siara's man.
So Siara's sprung Killer.

A war? All right.
Let's go!

Yes? What is it?

Look, Miss, Killer's got
a contract on you.

A contract?

He's must kill you.
Good night.

Quiet!

Don't shout, it's me!

- Who?
- Kiler.

I won't touch you!
Don't panic!

- What do you want?
- Talk.

Leave me aloune!
Get out!

I got a contract on you.

Go right ahead!

What are you waiting for?
Shoot!

Ewa, I'm no Killer.

- And that?
- Siara gave it to me.

He thinks I'm Killer.
And so does Fish.

Everybody does.
There's a reward on your head.

- You calmed down?
- A bit.

- May I sit down?
- Please do.

- And you think I'm Killer?
- When evrybody say that, something is in thise.

I've never killed anybody.

And Big-Ear in jail?

- Just an accident.
- Bullshit!

If I were Killer
you'd be dead by now.

- Trust me.
- No.

OK, I'm Killer.
But I have had it.

I call it quits.

- Why?
- Let's say...

Guilty conscience.

Won't you offer me a drink?

What you want to drink?

Some juice.

Or minerlal water, without gaz..
I'm driving Siara's car.

Sorry I barged in.

- I had to warn you.
- Against yourself?

As long as I'm Killer,
you're safe.

I had to come here.

- And my address?
- From Siara.

He wants you killed
and one Lipski.

- Ferdinand Lipski?
- Right.

- This Lipski?
- Correct.

But Senator Lipski protects Siara.

Till Friday. And that's
when I have to kill him.

Odd.

If I don't,
Siara will kill me.

Come to heel!
Come here quick.

Sit! Your paw.

That's a good dog.
Down!

What's that?

- Hi, Evita.
- Hi.

Good evening, Inspector.

Come to heel, Skinny!
Let's go!

For a walk.

Freeze!

Open up!

Hop in!

- Why?
- In the kennel, Skinny!

MASSAGE PARLOR

Out!

Follow my drift?

But I didn't... nothing.

See how dumb you are?

- So how was it?
- Armed assault.

He sprayed the police car.

Inspector fired
eleven warning shots.

He can kill
but hit only in the knee.

That's our report.

Not my leg, please!

Shut your trap!

I'll tell you everything
but don't shoot!

Question One.

- You always piss with clouse zipp?
- I do.

Question Two.

Why did Siara free Killer?

Killer got some hits
to do for him.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

- With Siara?
- No!

So why you say:
I don't know, eh?

Which knee?

Left or right?

I don't know, I swear!

Killer showed up just once
and then disappeared.

Even if Siara knows,
he won't tell me.

You see!

A very important day, this,
in your shitty life.

You're beginning
a new, pissy life now.

Working for Siara,
but report to me everything.

And remember,
you must find out where is killer.

Am I bothering you?

Come on in, please.

The door was open so...

That's all right.

- Shall I wash your back?
- I've already done it.

You like it here?

- Super!
- Italian design.

And that swine, my husband,
lays kids here.

- Kids?
- From that grade school.

- Pour me a drink.
- What's yours?

Moonshine.

- If you know how much awful i have live!
- You, Rysia?

Even my name sounds weird.

I meant to say Gabrysia,
or even - Gabriella.

Siara's a monster!
He cheating me, beats me,...

Dont give even one cent!

Do you know what cosmetics do I use?
The most cheapies one!

Look at me! I can't even
afford a beauty parlor!

Unbelievable.

When I complain he threatens
to deep six me in the Vistula!

Claims I'm a wastrel

and won't give me a penny!

Wait, I got something.

Siara gave it to me.

You want some?

Buy yourself cosmetics.

300 bucks?

You nuts?
What can it buy? Q-tips?

You meant well, I know.

You're a nice guy,
a real European,

well-traveled... Kiev, Munich.

And you know
how to treat a lady.

I didn't come to cry here.

There's business to do.

Only you can help me.

Only I?

What's this business?

Kill Siara, my husband.

What?

Gabrysia, I'd like to help
but he sprung me.

He helped me out.
Got me a job.

Only to ice Lipski.
And that's that.

He could benefit
from Lipski's death.

And I...

happen to know his plans.

What plans?

I'm talking
loads of dough.

Yes?

In two days, an overseas
cargo comes in.

Siara wants to kill Lipski
and take it all.

So you kill him
and then do Siara in.

And the spoils go to...

You, Gabriela?

No, Killer, us.

Fifty-fifty.

Interesting.
Get down to brass tacks.

Next time.

She came to order Siara
killed and you two drank vodka?

She did. I couldn't
throw her out.

Sure... a drunk woman?

Not drunk. Unhappy.

Siara wanted to deep six her
in the Vistula.

She can't afford cosmetics!

You call it quits,
only to kill a thug

so that his moll
could buy cosmetics?

I'm considering the proposition.

I call the cops,
or end up an accomplice!

I could draw 5 years.

Thanks to my good manners,
I know why Lipski must die.

Since I'm taking the risk,
you'll tell me all.

I intended to.

On camera.

Here's my plan.

Two veggies for
Mr. Ferdinand Lipski.

I didn't order any.

- This is the Police.
- Nor the Police.

I must see
President Lipski.

Funny getup, that.

Disguise. Don't disturb us
for the next 15 min.

Siara wants me killed?

That moron,
that cloned sheep!

He's zilch without me!

Shall we talk about it?

Abso-his fuckin much-lutely!

I used to work for you.

Just once. A long time ago.

How much did he give you for me?

Sorry, trade secret.

If he'd been generous,
I'd be up there

on the roof,
with a Steyr rifle.

- A snowball chance?
- Exactly.

I give you for him ten times more,
though he's not worth it.

On one condition.

I must see his carcass
Friday at the latest.

The snag is
Friday is in two days.

What's the deadline?

I play golf at 7.

8 a. m., before breakfast?

Very difficult
but could be done.

Is that real pizza?

Veggy whopper
a 44.80 zl.

For two.

In one city lives familly
wife, her husbend hate so much

I'm expecting someone!

Try somewhere else!
Parking violation?

Gaby, it's me!

Killer, you can fool a girl!

Hush, or I blow it!

OK, sit down and tell me.

What i must tell?
You must to speak.

I just wanted to know
how you manage.

Thanks, never better
In my profesion I cant say bad to

From time when I am out
I have seven contracts.

What seven contracts?

What you talking about?

Siara must be killed first!

Now listen!
A container flies in Friday...

with incredible loads
of money.

As Siara and Lipski
will have been iced,

you collect the container.

You think I'll get it
just like that?

Yes, since you'll have
a half of a bill.

So what?

And a man there
will have the other half.

Okay, I'll have that half...
How do I know him?

Flash your half
and he's sure to spot you.

Sounds amateurish a bit.

But you're a pro.
That's why I chose you.

OK. Who's got the bill?

Actually... I don't know.

You can't be serious.

I may not be,
but the money is.

- Ewa, this one?
- No.

- This would do.
- You like it?

And the color?
Where's the dealer?

Killer, throw it back!

There it goes!

Hello, I'm from TV.
I'd like to...

Killer?!

Hairy!

Holy smoke!

X!

- You both sprung?
- Amnesty.

- I said I would.
- What a getup?

From Siara.

Good to see you.
We got the dough for Big-Ear.

What dough?
What Big-Ear?

What're you talking about?

Can I take that, these, that there navy blue
for an hour?

Be my guest.

A deal is a deal.
The dough is yours.

Come on! It was an accident.

We got money for a car,
but I'll fix this junk.

Why don't you buy one?
And forget Big-Ear.

No, it's a matter of honor.

OK, Hairy lends
me that, these, that there navy blue.

And you give me 2000.

2000 bucks, quid, or what?

Colombian pesos. Tomorrow.

- Going strong?
- Risk-free.

Deal.

More smoke!

You know what to say?

- What frame have you got?
- Beautiful, American.

But he has sweat pants on!

I'll zoom in on him
for a closeup.

May I say something?

Sounds like high brass here

rather than a cop
on the beat.

Make up something simple.

Better figure out
how to get 2000 pesos.

Let's wait for the magic hour.

No. Stan, down!
Jaroslaw, camera!

And you killer dont play like direcktor but get down, too.
We need two bodies.

Lipski had a driver, remember?

Where's Killer?

Siara got him digs
in town.

What digs?

A classy apartment.

Where in town, moron?

Siara didn't say.

You were to find out.

I didn't ask you to listen
to Siara,

but to find out yourself.

Yes, but it's hard.

Come here, please!

You didn't follow what I said.

I try my best.

It's your ass on the line.
Get it?

I do.

I can switch
to second and third now.

Don't do it to me, please.

Where's Killer?

- I remember now!
- Where?

102 Dzika St. ap. 67.

This may do, right?

Maybe...

X is already late.

Let's start
that candid interview.

No camera.

Try a dry run.

I don't know what to ask you.

Hi, X!

You got it?

And I looking like someone who dont have?
Sure I have.

2000 pesos?

Colombian?

You bet. Colombian not Cuban.

So gimmi.

I sure will.

It's hard to get those pesos
in this country.

But you got them?

- Yes or no?
- How no, if yes.

Let's have them!

I tried the flea market.
Nothing doing.

They said, ''Go north.
You may get Chilean. ''

''They net twice a much''.

I thought better of it
and went to the embassy.

And got them without hassle.

What's that?

2000 pesos.

Is not 2000 pesos but
2x bullshit need 1000 pesos! Have I right?

Yes... And what's the difference?

I'll fix the drinks first.

You know what?

I'll turn on the TV.
They may say something.

Come! They're reporting!

Lemon...

an olive, tomato, and vodka.

Come or you'll miss it!

- Lipski's kaput.
- Kicked the bucket?

Last night Ferdinand Lipski,
one of the richest Poles, died...

A job of a real pro.

- You deserve an Oscar.
- The police suspect

the brake malfunction
caused the crash.

You fooled them cop morons.
This should be recorded.

Dont worry
I recoeded these.

This is Ewa Szanska...

You're a genius.

With me you need
no other hitman.

- To you.
- Thanks.

Gimme the bill
and we're all square.

See this wallet?

It's a wallet all right.

These FL ring no bells?

FL stands for Liechtenstein.

I got an account there...
for a rainy day.

It's Lipski's wallet.

FL - Ferdinand Lipski!
Give me that half.

(0.5l Vodka mean HALF)

I mean a half of that bill.

Why, I couldn't come
empty-handed.

Wait, Stefan...
Something is out of whack.

I put it on the desk
in case I forget. And I did.

- But you got it?
- Yes, on the desk.

Don't forget it tomorrow.

You can bank on it.

These what is hapening
is dont exist in all

So the better is don't have nothing
only feet your mind

Will be what must be
I know i can't run away

will wait and look on it
i will turn aroud Visla by stick

Is onlly Killer!
About myself only that

I know what and how much is cost
I dont must care about ticket

I dont care about any
Is sometimes that times, I don't mistake

But I dont know how much...

I not move even my finger
to get to thise fight

Now I lose rest of my face
in jail...

These what is happening with me
is really dont exist

So is not importat to resist
only go with wind...

Step on it, Killer!

Get the fuck out!

What? Get the fuck out yourself.
You'll mess the upholstery!

Inspector Fish.

Freeze or I'll shoot!

- What's going on skinny?!
- Fish get a trap of you.

But how?!

They've set up a trap.

- That I know! But how he know where I live?
- No idea!

- These sandwiches for who?
- Want one?

PUT INTRO YOUR ASS! You spy!

Spy? But i told you
about it!

Get out, Spook!

Spook? I can say Fish about
tomorow fight on airport

What fight?

- You know it well!
- Out!

- Inspector?
- Where have you been?

Got the sandwiches?
With what?

What fight on airport?
Siara will clash with Lipski?

Are you sure?

- How are you?
- I'll be fine.

Don't ever get in the line
of fire.

I'm sorry

You messed up our chase.

Never again, sir.

Fish tracked down my hideaway.

They're after me.

- Can you put me up?
- Where will you sleep?

On the sofa.

So we record our interview
tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow's the day.

Tomorrow's Friday?

Yes tomorow
and you think when?

Tell me.

We get up early.
So let's go to bed.

That's right.

Where will I sleep?

- You said, 'On the sofa'.
- Did I?

Tomorrow's a hard day.

You've got it all worked out.

Yes, but there's always a risk.

And if I sleep not so well
on the sofa...

So you'd rather take my bed?

I no that mean
and even no!

So?

What if I don't come back?

It'd be a shame...
you know...

to fail to round off
our acquaintance.

After such an end game

you wouldn't interest me
as Killer.

Maybe as Jurek?

I want you to come back
in one piece.

I will but don't tell me
to sleep on the sofa.

SEDATIVE

One more, just in case.

Five will do no harm, either.

The left is his.

The left... the left.

Coffee?

No, thanks. High blood pressure.
Better spare my pump.

Left... oh shit!

I can't drink two.

- Got that half?
- In the car. Just a sec!

- Beat it!
- Almost over!

Thanks a lot!

Where with this spray moroon?!

I've got it!

Why this TV?

It's a fake.

You wanted a hearse?

Well, Killer,
you are the best!

What is?
Respect for the dead!

I got carried away.

He take aleady, his part.

My cash now.

Here. And a bonus.

The Colombian
peso stands very low.

- You want look like Siara?
- Easy, guys. He's Killer.

He dont understund me .

Drop your guns. Out!

Let me go.

It's not a regular bill.

Thise is opens the sesame,
and you'll be Ali Baba.

Screw Ali Baba,
I want my cash!

Waldek at the airport
has the other half.

This will get you incredible
loads of fucking greenbacks!

Enough for us both.

- Why me?
- You're a pro.

Why not yourself?

Too damned risky.
But I'll cover you.

Bring the container
to the parking lot.

I'll be there.

Happy?

You're a genius!

Have you had breakfast?

No, leave me alone!

You'll be hungry.

I work on an empty stomach.

You know what a shot
in the gut means?

Silly me.

I dont think about it
I'll bring some sandwiches

to the airport.

Hurry up!

Easy.

Faster, faster
He could wake up!

Any coffee left?

Forget it. Action stations!

Don't rush me.

Done.

Turn off the camera!

The bill!

Good job.

You're a real pro.

- It's not just a half of a bill.
- I know.

It's a key
to a sesame, I guess.

A guy at the airport
has the other half.

You show him and get
a container of lettuce.

Why not by yourself?

They'd collar me.
I'll wait at the parking lot.

And what I will be have from thise?

You're finished here
and need a change of climate.

I'll fix you for money
in a classy hideaway.

Easy street forever.

And for your lady too.

Thanks. Let's set to.

- What's the matter?
- My kidney!

Too much you drink.

Maybe, but it hurts as if
I'd been hit by club.

I hear you in day, I hear you in night
from where take strength, where search help

You work to much
... you work to much...

You work to much
your big body is on me...

You spreak from morning and still et evening
whatever you do is total sick...

Holy shit! Lipski's gorrilas!

-Is that Siara's village people?
-Yes, they are boss

What're you waiting for?

- What's going on here?
- They're shooting a film.

- And I'm not playing?
- Get the fuck out! Right now!

Eva, you will have super reportage

evryone will be jealous
for your cameraman

But the sound is shit.
We'll have to overdub shots.

Don't push me, damn it!

Let's wrap it
or they'll kill one another.

Sid down!
We won't interfere.

You work still, without brake
from years whose the same and nothing change...

You work to much...
... you work to much...

We get up or still lay?

Let's see who wins...
lay

- We fight or give up?
- Lay we will see, how will be.

Now i think is good time
to come in.

Hey, you, the Police!

You're under arrest.

Let go of him...

Cuff them.

I read you your rights...

Book them and
have the place mopped up.

I seen shadow of eagle
he climp up like wind...

Looking for your man?
Too late.

I know it's terrible
I find out thise morning

He'll be out
in a couple of years.

How dare you?
My husbend is death!

What?
And who's that over there?

I'm sure your man
has foreseen this eventuality.

He's known for generosity.

Harder, harder

Get back, get back...

Freeze! Don't turn around!

I'm not.

Hands up!

Drop your gun! Easy!

I've seen you somewhere.

Right!

I whose drove you the night by Las Vegas
when Guillotine got killed.

When I killed Guillotine,
I wanted to call it quits.

Nobody had ever seen me.

So I planted the gun
and tipped off Fish.

You never told me
you weren't Killer.

I did plenty of times.

- The man says you are!
- He says this or that.

I'm the real Killer.

You lived under my name?

And I give it to you,
you were doing fine.

But that's history now.

Mr. Real Killer,
wait a minute!

That container holds
half a ton of dollars.

As much as Saudi Arabia's GNP.

Don't kill us, and we'll
give you all you want.

And if I kill you, you don't do that?

Don't kill us and take all.

But it's my hard earned
money, mind you.

Open up this box, dude!

- Where's the dough?
- I don't know!

Where is my money!

Thieves!

Drop it!

You'll never get away
again, Killer.

Fish?

Our routine operation, as such,
posed no harm to Mr. Kiler.

And the invasion of privacy?

Catch Mr. Kiler whose routine interwersion of Police

done with respeckt and honor of police oficers

So maybe not with Mr. Kiler honor?

Ours wasn't a mistake
but a set up

to capture the real Killer.

The Polish criminal of the
millennium.

Is it true
that you were humiliated?

Humiliated?

What about the reward?

The police might benefit
more from it, I guess.

You crazy? You deserve it...

Ladies and gentlemen,
let's wrap it up.

Buy hi-tech equipment.

How generous of you, sir.

Give it to the orphans!

Fifty-fifty then.

I'll brief you on
the operation details.

Killer! Mr. Killer!

We're neighbors.

One tenant
is a pain in the neck.

Could you take care of him?

- We have a kitty, sir.
- I'll think about it.

Don't forget us pensioners!

You know what time it is?

- You Waldek?
- Sure.

I work strictly till 4 p. m.

You think I got
no other business?

I'm awfully sorry.

I didn't think it'd take
that long.

It's the last time!

Take care.

What's this all about?

You've swapped the containers?

- What's in there?
- Give me a hand.

How much in all?

About half a ton.

Dollars?

In $100 bills.

You know how I feel?

As if I were dreaming,
only to wake up.

So do it.

I'm awake.

Dear God!

What do we do with it?

Don't worry.
We'll come up with something.

Jerzy Killer donated all the dough
to Polish film production.

And he lived to regret it...

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