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It's just past…

midnight at Radio Province.

Today is Mother's Day.

A holiday celebrated in honor of the most important women in our lives.

LIQUOR STORE

The origins of this special day

can be traced back to Ancient Greece and Rome.

In 17th-century England, it was known as Mothering Sunday. Traditionally…

Hey, doll!

…bring gifts…

Where are you going?

…mainly flowers and candy.

And now a beautiful song from Radio Province to all moms.

DEATH TO ENEMIES OF THE HOMELAND

Beer?

-Three? -Six.

You're quite a babe.

Your hair is nice.

Is it only curly on the head?

-Leave her alone! -Hey, shut it!

Calm down! Why are you so twitchy?

Keep your hands off!

Relax, babe.

Gentlemen.

Leave the ladies alone.

This isn't right, gentlemen.

What? Did you hear that?

Hold onto your beer!

Hey, Mommy!

Now what?

You've ruined the fun! We came here to enjoy ourselves.

That's right!

Yo, Momma!

I'm talking to you!

Nice butt. Now turn around!

-So, what now? -I'm not on my own.

Can you count?

What's the distance between us?

Nine feet?

Maybe eight?

Well?

Goodbye?

Seven feet now.

What the hell?

Ms. Nina!

Don't cross the line like the last time!

Come on, go!

Go get her! Come on!

Final round.

-Come on! -Let's get the fuck out of here!

-Go! -Come on!

Get up.

THURSDAY MOTHER'S DAY

MOTHER'S DAY

Sup!

-Sup. -Sup.

And see you.

Sorry, I was supposed to be back earlier. And sorry for going out in the morning.

It's not about that.

-Happy birthday! -Thanks!

No.

There was a barrel at the Kandahar base.

A metal barrel, partially buried in the ground.

-And on return from patrol-- -Which you never did, as office staff.

And on return from patrol,

you had to aim at the barrel and pull the trigger.

Do you know why?

For safety, just in case.

So you didn't blow anyone's brains out.

You don't pay attention?

Somebody pays for someone else's stupidity.

Are you done?

-You lose focus when you're close. -He's my kid.

-Same thing every year. He's happy. -They're spoiling him.

Great! Fantastic. Kids should be spoiled.

It's good to meet up, right?

Once in a while.

Everything's fine.

Where are the candles? Where are the flowers?

Not giving a damn about the fallen is the force's standard.

You came up with the legend, so now you have it.

Put it down.

Do you enjoy bullying me like that?

Yeah.

How's life?

Just peachy, thank you.

At least someone's is.

R.I.P. MAJ. NINA NOWAK

BORN 12/07/1980 DIED 09/09/2005

FALLEN IN DEFENSE OF HER HOMELAND

SATURDAY CHILLAX WITH THE FAMILY #PARENTS #FOLKSSTILLGOTIT

Come here, you little shit!

-What's going on? -Fuck!

Let go!

Come here!

WARSAW RAILWAY STATION

Get him!

Z.MALECKI1998 HE NEVER CAME BACK

ZDZISIEK123 ANYONE IN TOUCH WITH HIM?

MAT KOVELSKY NOPE…

ASIA.WAWA ME NEITHER…

ANKA WWA.28 FUCK

ZIELONY GRZYB 2912 IS HE MISSING?!

PAN SAMOCHODZIK HE'S GONE

PIOTREK.1966 HE DIDN'T COME BACK

Pay up!

Where's my alimony payment?

No payment?

Zosia won't visit you. Pay!

Alimony…

Maybe it's a prank?

Maybe they had a fight?

You know how it is with teenagers.

You have friends in police.

I can't interfere with the investigation.

Get some intel.

Maybe he got drunk with his pals, and he's afraid to go home?

Maybe he's already home?

Just don't go in.

Stay away from them.

This is unbelievable. Three hours to file a report.

You can find a missing person in three hours. That's just…

At least they're looking for him.

There's nothing more we can do.

I think I'm going mad.

No.

This is Max's phone. The kidnappers left a recording.

It hasn't been put in evidence yet, so don't be too long about it.

LAST RECORDING

I am Duśan Dragan,

son of Spiridon Dragan.

He was killed by Nina Nowak, alias Kikimora.

This is my revenge on her.

I can't kill her,

so I will kill her son.

You won't find him.

Blood for blood.

Life for life.

How does he know?

-You leaked it again? -Even if we did, nobody knows.

With each new minister comes the purge. This hasn't changed since your time.

-Anything else? -Please, I don't know.

It's my daughter.

Like regime, like ambassador…

And this particular regime doesn't look good.

Our intelligence's hypothesis has been confirmed.

Madam diplomat is in the laundry business.

The laundry service is located in her embassy

and accepts dirt from Polish clients.

These clients have very dirty hands.

And they're involved in very dirty business.

This is…

the Beauty.

She ships dirty cash to her lovely country by diplomatic channels,

injects it into the local banking system and--

And then withdraws clean cash on our side.

The regime takes 30%.

Who orders the laundering?

We know that too.

Volto, Voltmeter.

Alias Little Bitter.

Son of the well-known Big Bitter,

who, thanks to his son, is being held in an underground cell.

The palace coup is a recent development.

Voltmeter is a nutjob…

on top of this pyramid of shit.

Below him there's…

Titus, aka Titus Konopka.

He runs the human-trafficking department.

Next in line is…

Baton.

Aka Ivo Jarecki.

He runs the meth, pookie, crystal department.

It's completely outrageous

that these scoundrels are financing a regime,

that bludgeons, tortures, and kills its own citizens.

We're shutting down this enterprise.

And locking up these sons of bitches.

WARSAW CITY MONITORING SYSTEM

Okay, take him.

Go, go, go!

YUM-YUM

They're Voltmeter's men.

Drugs, racketeering, human trafficking.

He keeps a tight grip on anything illegal in this city.

-Where is he? -Nobody knows.

But even if he got an order to kidnap Max, he didn't do it. It was his cronies.

-Stay out of it. -Where are these cronies of his?

YUM-YUM

The current situation is pretty good, if you ask me.

We were just errand boys to the old man.

"Break this guy's leg."

"Kidnap that guy's chick."

"Throw him out the fucking window."

Great fucking prospects.

And with Volto?

No more petty shit.

Promotion! We'll be VIPs.

But it's kind of crazy

to decapitate your old man and put his head in a jar…

You didn't know? He keeps it on a shelf at home.

Baton?

He came back light.

Light?

-Why? -He says the client changed his mind.

There are no dry runs at Yum-Yum.

Whoever does dry runs is…

a dick.

And a dick deserves…

a hand job.

Come here.

Where's the boy?

Where's the boy?

Ma'am…

If a man says he doesn't beat women, he's being chauvinist.

But all of us believe in gender equality.

Where's the boy?

At Titus's place. He's got him, ma'am.

We just plucked him off the street.

Where's Titus?

They didn't perforate…

Overtime to clean up this fuck-up.

At least the cash is nice.

Let's go. Move it!

Keep going.

You know what, Daddy?

I think that it's possible to make moolah…

and to have a good time.

I'm having a good time, Daddy.

I'm having a blast, Daddy.

Daddy, I am…

totally losing myself in this fun.

Dad, hello?

Dad!

Even now you won't look at me.

Volto.

Duśan Dragan is calling.

Daddy, watch how international business is done.

No. Don't say anything now, Daddy dear.

Be quiet.

Dad…

Moshi-Moshi. This is the Polish Postal Service.

Has the package arrived?

The package has arrived. It's waiting at the pick-up point.

My courier will arrive in two days.

He will collect the package.

When can we expect the second installment?

The courier will bring the money.

He'll give it to you if the package is intact.

May I ask what you're going to do with the package?

We will open it and take everything out.

Is there a problem?

Not at all!

I recommend myself for the future.

Bye-bye!

Moshi-Moshi.

One woman did this?

We were surprised too.

Boss, she took a hell of a beating! Everything's under control!

That's bad.

Really bad.

Your pop used to say that sometimes.

But the business…

went well.

Who were those people?

Who are you?

You ask too many questions.

-Because I don't get it! -Do you want to go home or not?

Then listen to me! Get it?

Do what I say.

The less you know, the better.

Calm down.

Calm down!

If they see us, we're dead!

They'll kill you!

And me.

And if they kill me,

no one will help you.

Okay?

Come.

Fucking awesome place.

It's safe.

We had a job.

APPRECIATE AND RESPECT HARD WORKERS

An important job!

From an important client.

This job…

was supposed to pave the way for us

to new markets.

We were going to expand

internationally!

And create a strong national brand

respected around the world.

But we won't.

Maybe we should catch them?

You know where they are?

Yes?

Exactly.

Do you know who'll have to find out?

Let me enlighten you.

Come here.

Come.

Moolah.

Is CCTV up and running?

The cameras.

What?

Video-fucking-recorder.

Oh. Yeah!

-Is it working? -It's working.

We're not telling the client about this mess.

How will we find the kid?

Call the Witch.

We have to call the Witch.

Well?

A woman?

On her own?

Here?

And the money?

How much?

Send whatever you got.

No, for fuck's sake!

Send by pigeon post.

It's not good that your other ventures interfere with ours.

I'm not your intelligence agency.

It's not the first time.

Do we understand each other?

Well.

What a mess.

Son!

Kikimora?

Alive?

Spies still at work?

I want them to find her.

What a mess.

Do you need help?

We had first-aid classes at school.

I'd like to call them.

Calm them down.

They'll trace the call.

And they'll find us.

Why did they kidnap me?

For ransom?

You know, don't you?

-For fuck's sake! -Hey!

Hey what?

What?

-Do you talk back to you parents too? -No. We have no secrets from each other.

Eat up.

I don't eat meat.

If you went to university here…

you could always live with me.

There are good universities here. Or we could find you a studio apartment.

How about we cut your mother's head off and make a broth.

It wouldn't taste good, Daddy.

Listen.

I don't want to impose on you, but wouldn't it be nice to see each other?

You can visit us.

But it's a really long flight.

They're here.

When will you be back?

I'll be better off there.

Bye, Daddy.

Bye.

It's really lovely.

Just lovely.

No.

Not lovely.

Not lovely!

Fuck!

Call them.

Who's them?

His parents. Calm them down.

Is he with you?

What do you think?

Dragan won't let you off. Neither will Voltmeter.

They won't find us.

You're gonna run for the rest of your life?

Where are you?

At my place.

There?

Here. Call them.

Hello?

Yes?

Everything will be okay. Trust me.

-How long were you talking? -What?

-How long? -What's your problem?

No! Stop it! What are you doing?

Give it back. You're fucking crazy!

Why am I here?

Why the fuck am I here?

Open the door!

Give me the key! Just give it!

You're a lunatic!

Help!

Open the door!

Help!

Open the door!

Help!

Open the door.

I knew your father.

I knew your real father.

What?

He didn't die in an accident.

Your parents didn't die in an accident.

They killed us off, one by one.

They killed him.

They wanted to kill me, so I disappeared.

No!

Max?

-Max! -Yeah?

Stay there!

Don't move!

And? Where is she?

Does it hurt?

Take me to hospital.

Fuck.

Come.

Be quiet.

So strong!

So stubborn!

Now what?

How's that for you?

How is it?

What a mess.

Is he back?

Who are you?

It's me.

He's my boy.

Hello!

Calm down. It's an antiseptic.

Please don't move, ma'am.

All done.

Who messed you…

you up like this?

-Is he back? -Why did you come here?

What do you want?

Where is he?

-I'm calling the police. -It won't help!

It'll make things worse.

Is that you?

Kikimora?

The Beauty…

How's your knee?

They gave me a new one.

How are you?

I hear you've lost your son.

Don't worry. We've found him.

Say something.

It's your mom.

How are the folks?

They're fine.

What should I tell her?

Whatever you want.

Go fuck yourself.

You can tell he's yours in an instant.

If you hurt him, I'll kill you.

You've already tried, twice.

Where is he?

And that's your task.

You'll find out where he is after you've done one thing for me.

Got it?

I'm here.

We're a poor country.

Now even poorer because of you.

What task?

Making sure we don't get any poorer.

Your people took Volto's goods.

He was an idiot, but a useful one.

So…

you will recover everything from them.

You have five hours.

We'll call you.

I'll bring him back.

Queen to D4.

Knight to F6.

Check.

Impossible. It can't be done.

You said the same when I removed Saddam's bomb.

Ten people?

The money is locked at the Police Headquarters.

There are 150 armed officers in that building.

You want to kill them all? Civilians?

-I won't kill anyone. -Really?

What will you do?

You'll let me in.

You know people!

You know what she's capable of.

I'll get you the blueprints.

That's it.

Give me an hour.

How did they find us so fast?

Who came up with this plan, you or me?

Here go my fucking hybrid nails.

Let's go.

Bring her up!

There was no Duśan Dragan, right?

There was.

I am Duśan Dragan,

son of Spiridon Dragan.

Do you know what you'll do with the money?

I'll take my fiancée on vacation.

For a month or two.

Somewhere warm.

Borneo! Have you ever been to Borneo?

Maybe we'll get married there?

No!

Stop! I'm sorry!

Is that all?

Wait!

What do you want?

To let them go?

What a mess.

Why did you it?

Why?

-Anything for my kid! -Anything?

Yes, anything.

-Anything? -Anything!

Anything. Yes, anything!

You'd do anything for Max. I'd do anything for Zosia!

I needed that money. Don't do it, please!

Get it? I really needed the money.

Will I see you again?

That's up to you.

Bye then.

Bye.

Son!

Hi.

Hi.

Your kitchens are really tiny.

Tell me about him.

About both of you.

-You got into some serious shit. -Hi, Mom.

Everyone knows about you.

Both of you.

Things are about to go down.

You're fucking lucky I'm here.

MOTHER'S DAY

Right.

Yeah.

That's right.

She was a liability to our intelligence operations.

Police! On the ground!

It's not me.

Fuck!

That was very

uncool.

May I call my daughter?