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Did you watch the game last night? Insane!

BANANA RIPENING FACILITY KRAKÓW, RYBITWY

I love this place.

But the prices are fucking skyrocketing.

A breath of fresh, exotic air.

Prepare for a price increase.

What?

A price increase.

Are you serious?

Bananas are getting expensive.

What, Darek? The Brothers will lose it.

Just kidding. Fuck.

Don't do that again.

And get yourself better shoes.

It's Kraków, after all.

Bon appétit.

Hi, Diego. You done with rehab?

I know you're not dealing, but there are bananas in town.

Left, right, left, right Left, left, left, right, left, right

I jump over the wall and fucking go

Fuck the lawmen, they start the chase Those fuckers have lungs like divers

I spat mine out a long time ago

On the sidewalk There's my sweat and my spit

The price is too high So the adrenaline gets me fucking lit

A few miles pass As if it was Ethiopia, son

I'll fuck these morons up And will be home by dinner, mom

Left, right, left, right Fuck the lawmen

Right, left, right, left Here comes the chase

Left, right, left, right

What the fuck?

Thank you. That was great, but fuck off.

- The fuck? We're having a session. - Get the money and we'll talk.

We wired it.

Is this your recording?

I haven't closed the session!

It's mine now!

And I will add 20% extra for not calling the cops.

What cops? What 20%? Are you fucking insane?

Are you the ones who fucking stole that mic?

What mic?

Wait. He didn't tell you?

Work on your communication skills. However, there's a solution.

Call Daddy.

- Cut the crap, okay? - Hey!

Don't old gangsters help their sons?

I'll help you shut the fuck up.

Easy! Okay, it's my fault. I fucked up.

- I just wanted to borrow it. - Too bad!

- I had to send my old man to rehab. - You owe me a lot.

Tomorrow I'm getting paid for the whole month.

Then we can wipe the slate clean. Okay?

Is that okay, man?

Fuck, Flour.

Diego, okay?

Yo, it's Miki. Talk if you want. I'll listen when I feel like it.

You know what that idiot did? Snatched a mic from the studio, get it?

Okay, never mind. I'm on my way.

Who are you visiting?

One day you'll fucking destroy my lock.

I've been calling.

Quiet!

How are you, my sweeties?

Let's turn up the beat, volume up,

and let's go. Five, six, seven and...

burn, this is so delicious!

Great, girlies. Good job.

When there's pain,

there's gain!

How is it going?

That's enough for today. And now breathe, again and again.

They say this helps junkies in rehab.

Really?

And now do some stretching!

Remember that with the "MIKI 10" code, you'll get a 10% discount

off all workshops at the Yoga Beach KRK.

See ya!

I asked you for just one thing.

Not to do this.

What? If I do one line, I won't become a saint?

Stop talking so much, okay?

Why? Because you'll start tripping?

Put this on and get the fuck out of here!

Get the fuck out of here, Diego!

Stop it!

You hear me?

Dawid!

Hey, honey. Is supper ready?

What's up?

Hello?

Sorry, man. I fucked up.

You bet. Stealing a mic? Flour, you're an idiot.

Tomorrow I'm taking the stuff to Slovakia and getting paid.

To Slovakia?

Yeah. Tuman is sending the Slovaks some sacks.

What? We have to finish our album.

You'll put it in your biography. Fuck.

Sure. While drinking champagne in Wierzynek.

Or better, at Gessler's restaurant.

Okay, man, I won't fuck up this time.

- I'm crashing out now. - And meditate a bit too.

See ya, shithead.

Flour, it's ten in the morning.

Shit's going down. Go to Tuman's. He's fucking nuts.

Not a chance.

You know me. Who has most chrysanthemums?

Don't you fucking play me.

- I'm easy on you. - Sup?

Nothing.

The Slovaks are waiting, and he comes to work high.

- I just took one fucking hit. - Yeah, sure, one hit.

Fucker. Eyes the size of a quarter.

He's high on fuck knows what.

Tuman, go easy. You were high for 15 years and you're making a fuss?

I've changed. Appreciate that.

Into John Paul, so it seems.

Okay, give me the keys. I'll drive him.

See? He'll drive me.

I'll make sure Flour gets it done.

Easy, don't stress.

Right, easy or your ticker will crap out.

If my ticker craps out, you'll all end up in the street.

- Not paying you to smoke. Get to work! - Come on, boss!

2 MAN GARDENING CENTER

- How much longer? - Fucking ages.

You hear him?

You're berating the best chrysanthemums salesman

and Spiderweb here's just mucking around?

Those are Soviet blocks.

Slovak-Soviet blocks.

Slovak-Soviet-Czech blocks.

I'm going to piss myself.

Dude, I found out that your chick has a fucking impressive following.

What are we carrying?

Soil.

I know, but what's in the soil?

Pills from China.

Oh fuck, that's some piece of ass.

You want to see some ass? Here. Take a pic.

You know she has a guy? They have a pic at a pizza place.

That's her business.

Oh yeah?

See what the guy looks like.

DM him if you fancy him so much.

Isn't this the guy...?

What is this fucking mess?

Oh fuck!

You know, usually only one guy picks up the stuff.

Okay, I'm calling Tuman.

A bit too late.

Sit on your ass and don't mess up, please.

I got this.

What's that?

Family dropped by.

Bratislava?

They're making a video.

I know that guy.

You've got a mess in Poland, right?

Wasn't he in that movie...?

Like in Slovakia.

That's Rytmus.

It stinks everywhere.

If I knew the boss was coming, I'd have put on a suit.

What the fuck are you pulling? Who's this?

I told you, my bro, Diego.

It's okay.

You brought me a snitch?

- Who do you mean, fucker? - Let's take it easy and talk.

Just kidding, Polish brother.

I'm just kidding!

Look, Flour! He crapped his pants!

Fuck, yeah!

Everything's fine. Flour told me.

Oh, yeah? That I'm a snitch?

No, that you rap like mad and drop awesome beats.

I respect such artists.

Come on!

Soon, a stream of EU money will start flowing in here!

We'll turn this into a motel.

And maybe a whorehouse. What's better?

Fuck, a whorehouse. What else?

A whorehouse!

By the way,

there is one more thing.

Not musical.

Flour said that you were around once.

Do you know the right crowd in Krakow to link me up with?

Flour told you that?

Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

That's good.

I need the white stuff.

Speed?

Speed?

You look like a speed guy.

Blow, brother.

We've got to run. Figure this out next time.

Who the fuck are you to tell me what and when I can figure out?

Diego, does he always stick his dick where he shouldn't?

Sometimes.

Tuman keeps calling.

I'm fucked.

This dork in Bratislava screwed up shit I guaranteed to important people.

You make some dough, I survive,

and we make big money on rap.

I can ask around.

Price?

Two-fifty.

How much can you get?

100, 150.

You're such a funny guy, Polish brother.

At least a kilo. Ideally, two.

I'll see what I can do.

One more thing.

I need it now.

Be seeing you, you Krakow snitch.

What a psycho. I forgot what a dickhead he was.

What a joke. Where do you get these wackos from?

Don't even think about it.

- About what? - If you get yourself in shit again...

Okay. Stop whining.

I was just spinning bullshit with him.

- Yeah! - Polish brother!

- Fuck! - Come on, let's fuck something up!

Time to get up!

- Need a lift? - No, I need to park it at his house.

- Okay. - Thanks.

Get some sleep.

- Sure. - We pay the studio first.

Don't pull any shit! We're finishing that record!

End of commercials.

Where are you?

Jaga. Sorry, feeling dopey, can't make it today.

Are you mad? It's my birthday.

- Next year, I promise. - What...

Kidding. I'll be there in a sec.

Make some noise for Jaga, the one who fucking invited you all here!

You're all so hyped up that I'm feeling out of place in this tee.

Butt's sticking out

Clasped and tight

A garage so big You could park a Bentley car

I burn my coal in your furnace tonight See through you with X-ray light

I know you love my dough

Fuck it, fuck, fuck, fuck it all

We both know You're not here to talk

Stinks like skunk in there But you smell love in the air

Stinks like skunk in there But you smell love in the air

Always ready to escape

What?

Everybody knows our names

To hell with policemen

Even though they know our names

They can go fuck themselves

Thank you, dawgs!

Fuck, I wish I could keep on going, but I have a fuckload of work tonight.

You know what?

My man Flour and I

and other crews'll be rapping at Gibon's place on Saturday.

Are you coming?

I said, will you be there with us?

Have a fucking wild time! Music!

Jaga!

I will never ever stop Not even with a gun to my head

Get someone from the city.

Who? You were busy.

Is Flour recording?

He finished and left.

Did you miss him?

Fuck, he didn't pay you back?

Take a guess.

You know Flour.

Probably sleeping.

Understand one thing.

No one steals from me.

Put that finger away, Fatty, or I'll break it.

I don't want to because I'm in therapy. You'll have the cash in two hours.

Oh, hiya.

Hiya!

Oh, hiya, Diego! We've got a sold-out, man.

- Awesome. Have you seen Flour? - No. Tomorrow will be nuts!

Guys, get this out of here. The bar is over there.

Kira!

You seen him?

- Ready for soundcheck? - You seen Flour?

Kira! Someone's here for you!

The speakers... Filip!

Can you help me?

I'm tired. I've been looking for him all over.

He wasn't at the studio. Is he here?

Napping in the hole.

- Oh my! - Hiya.

Fucking talk.

What is it this time?

Man, I'm fucked up.

No!

Tuman gave me the dough.

I don't know how it happened, but Spider showed up

and dragged me out to this fucking roulette.

Man, I worked out a system.

And it worked. I doubled the dough.

Flour, you clown.

I don't give a fuck about your story.

- I had it in my hands. - No point talking to him.

Fucking no. He had it. Keep on laughing.

I was waiting in the studio.

That's the opening act.

Respect, gentlemen. I'm Małpen.

Yo!

- Hiya! - Sonic.

Hiya, man.

Diego, I will try to fix it somehow.

How?

Fucking tell me how.

Take out a payday loan? Or rob a church?

I've been carrying you for 15 years,

and you're still a pathological nobody!

Chill out, would you?

No.

I might be a pathological nobody.

Fuck, but I'm a real pathological nobody.

Not a poser like you!

Yeah, he's right.

Misiek, I keep topping up your phone.

You've got that beat?

No way!

- Hiya. - Hiya, you maniac!

- I got your message. - Sure, drop by.

- Baton, been a while. - Lazarus from Kraków. How was rehab?

Fine.

- You've finally lost weight. - Hi.

Don't be shy. You know each other? Miki, my chick. Diego.

- You finally did something right. - Yeah.

Do we know each other?

I don't think so. Michaela.

I'm off now.

Buy some brewskis on the way.

- And you get some pot. - Kiss.

Don't know why, I'm just happy to see you.

Really?

Gotcha!

Ever go to the hood?

- No reason to go there. - Same for me.

But if I don't get a kebab at Kasia's once a week,

I just lose it, maniac.

Jesus, Diego!

Hi, Ewelina.

Hiya.

You haven't changed your wallet since middle school?

Fuck pigs and troublemakers!

- Our friend Diego! - I see the Brothers are in shape.

How's rapping?

We follow you.

Come to my gig.

If you need any babes for your videos, just let me know.

Batonik, have some. It's all getting cold.

I'm on it.

How's your dad? Still in the same business?

We're not in touch.

A lot has changed there, so I've heard.

Not in touch? Are you going through a teenage rebellion?

Just don't go getting your period.

Batonik, where is my ketchup?

In the fridge.

Not here.

I told you not to touch my ketchup.

In the other one, in the showroom. I saw it there.

Mirek! Is there ketchup in the fridge?

- What? - In the fridge, on the door.

I have a thing.

They say you're out of the loop.

- I have this Slovak guy. - So?

- Got it? - Yes.

Let me guess.

This pal of yours from Slovakia wants to buy something?

Coke.

A kilo.

When?

That's the thing. Now.

200 per gram.

How do you think it will go down?

The usual way.

I take the stuff, go there, and a few hours later, I'm back with cash.

Should we lease you a package?

I know how it sounds, but if all goes well, they'll be regulars.

And if not?

You're asking for a lot.

It's a sure thing, uncle.

Bratislava has Vienna. With Kraków so close, they want to expand.

Or I wouldn't bother you.

Is there dessert?

Honey.

Mind your manners. We're talking.

Keep it, thanks.

She's upset.

I assume that nothing will happen, but you'd better not screw it up.

Uncle, what could go wrong?

Keep your phone on.

Baton'll call you in the morning.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Sup, baby? Calmed down?

I was about to call you.

Call your Slovak. Tomorrow we'll have a kilo of fresh flour.

No way. You didn't...

Yeah. Then the gig, and after the weekend, we do the record on our terms.

Fucking hell, just blow me and we're square.

With gusto.

Suck my dick, yo!

Are you fucking nuts?

Michaela, I wanted to do you so much.

You promised to never get yourself into shit like that.

You can't stop my instincts.

Oh, you!

You know what that psycho did?

He installed a spying app on my phone.

What?

Seriously. I left my phone at Sylwia's, so he wouldn't find me, and he still did.

How?

I don't know. He barged in there all angry,

as if I had, I don't know, robbed him

or made him hold cuck.

Hold cuck?

- Who talks like that? - I do.

But you are making him a cuckold.

So what?

I don't get why you haven't left that clown yet.

- Seriously? - No, kidding.

You'd do fine without that fuck.

Don't call him that.

You call him that.

I am allowed!

- Okay, please. - And you?

You think you're better because of your daddy?

Baton got there all by himself.

- Easy! - What do you mean, "easy"?

When there's trouble, you go to his friends.

- Cool it! - You fucking cool it!

Damn junkie.

Fuck off!

What's so funny?

Enough, fuck off to rehab.

- Hello? - The early bird catches the worm.

Parking lot in 15.

- You were giving me a lift. - I was.

Okay, got it.

You're in luck, maniac.

Pigs got our guys, and the goods don't like to just be stowed away.

- They won't be. - Good.

Remember, be back at 5:00 p.m. on the dot.

Good luck, maniac.

- Yo! - Tapczan, you're in the hood?

All my life.

I heard Waran got out. Is he at yours?

Where else?

There's a thing.

Get us Viceroy Lights on the way.

And bananas.

- And bananas. - Be there in 30.

- I'll drop by in an hour. - Okay.

Tell him there will be more.

- Twice as much. - Okay.

- Right... - Yo!

Bye. I see those fucks.

Crazy goddamn rehabilitated dork, fuck it!

And not high.

Come up here, number 27.

What number?

Two-seven.

The best shit I've snorted since the Battle of Cedynia.

If the Croatian had shit like this, I'd be a millionaire.

What Croatian?

My supplier, a dude from Dębica.

- Are we making it into three kilos? - No, two will do.

Got to keep the standards.

You could get me some of this.

Do you know what clients I have? The whole city hall snorts my stuff.

Fuck, they would shit themselves.

I can't share it.

And weren't you out of the loop?

Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't.

Oh yeah?

If this goes well, we'll have tons.

Gents, let's make that Polish blow.

Abra-fucking-cadabra!

Fuck, the blender's dead.

Hiya, rehab boy.

I know you like to stay mad, but stop it.

Stop acting nutty, because I'm worried. See you at the gig. I love you.

Last time it looked better.

No fucking around.

Like the piece?

It's about guys like us.

They fuck everything except what's really important.

That's Milosz. Make friends.

Hi, Poles!

Let's sit.

Your raps would slice into that nicely.

I rapped to it a thousand times.

Check this out.

Let's finish up and talk about rap later.

Your scales or mine?

Come on, brother!

I play you some good stuff, and what?

You shit on it?

Okay, let's do what we need to do, and we will be...

Do you two have a plan to piss me off?

We have a gig tonight. If we don't scram, we're fucked. Get it?

A gig?

Right!

You should have said so!

Milosz!

Get them some knedle.

Two kilos, like you wanted.

Milosz!

Milosz!

Where are those knedle?

This gets me going!

Damn, we just want to go! Don't you get it?

That's something!

The Polish master wants to fucking go.

We won't take up any more of your time.

Hey! What is this shit?

Fuck! Hey!

This is how it will go down.

What do you take us for? Hicks?

You reek of trouble.

- Police! On the ground! - Diego, run!

Fuck.

Fuck!

God damn it. For fuck's sake!

Spider, move your lazy ass!

We fucked up.

They got Flour. I barely got out.

You don't get it? Get the fuck out!

I'm going. For fuck's sake.

Could the pigs have been on to Martin?

- What? - First, the Slovaks wanted to rob us.

Then the pigs came. How did they know?

You're fucking me...

We need to find Flour. Do you have anyone?

Let me explain...

Damn, let me explain!

Flour's a softie.

If they push him, he'll crap out everything.

About your pills too.

You think it's so easy, but then you cry, and someone has to clean up after you.

This isn't the time to make a Papa Smurf speech!

Do you have someone?

I'll deal with this. Get the fuck out of my sight!

Yo, it's Miki. Talk if you want. I'll listen when I feel like it.

Don't come to the gig.

- Out of here! - Why?

Get the fuck out!

Okay, Małpen, you guys go ahead with the warm-up.

Okay.

There's a problem.

Flour got high?

A really big problem.

What happened?

They grabbed him.

- Who grabbed him? - Slovak pigs.

- What? - Fuck!

Man!

Half the town comes to see you, and you pull shit like that.

What the fuck?

Oh, this is where he's hiding.

Wow.

How nice.

Rap like in the good old days.

And you complained that the young ones are clueless.

Can I have a hit?

I see that it wasn't just our stuff that you had for the Slovaks.

Oh, is this a case of miraculous multiplication?

Contaminated.

You know how it is.

You're a smart-ass.

But things happen.

Question. Why are you not fucking running to Slovakia?

- There was a setback... - Honey.

Could you leave us alone?

Go.

Fuck!

Shut up!

Fuck! Someone ratted us out to the Slovakian pigs!

- Should I off him? - Not yet.

Fuck!

Easy now, Diego, my boy.

Out of consideration for your father and our past.

Maybe we need to tell Daddy about his son's problems.

You have until morning. That's about 12 hours.

Twelve fucking hours.

You will stay here and watch him.

Make sure our boy doesn't pull any shit.

Me?

Ah, one more thing, Diego, my boy.

You owe us for the whole thing. For the new mix as well.

Why even mention it?

- He knows. He's no dummy. - Jaceńku.

Fuck.

Come, Józek. We might catch the end of the game.

Wishing you a good night, then.

Bye!

Fucking awesome.

Fuck it!

You have a bleeding hand, and me a heart. My chick's cheating on me.

You know how it hurts?

I filmed the fucker, but the angle's off. Look.

There's also footage from the camera at the front desk.

I'll get it after the weekend.

Something tells me I know the guy.

Why has this happened to me?

- Give me your hand. - What are you doing?

This isn't GTA. We can't run around town with all that stuff.

I'm not going to run at all. I have to hit the stage.

We'll do our thing, and then you sing.

This is your pals' joint? You trust them, yeah?

Then so do I, sort of.

Diego, what the fuck did you guys pull?

Where's Flour, Diego? Where is my brother?

Calm down, Kira!

- Calm down. - Why is he laughing?

Look at me, Kira!

This is no joke.

Get out of here.

I've got this.

Let's go.

Cool. I'm driving.

It's been almost two years, and everything is her way.

Yo, it's Diego. There's a thing. Are you in?

And now she comes up with those castings.

I bet it's that fucker.

Oil paint, white, two liters.

Those directors just want to see some ass, so they organize castings.

No point in talking.

I just have a good thing.

I'll hunt that fucker down and...

No, Monday is too late. Now or never.

Fine.

Laters.

So, are there any rules or not? You tell me.

I don't know about that stuff.

You don't know about chicks?

I don't know about your yapping. Shut up and drive.

Tapczan. I need to contact your supplier.

The Croatian? Sure, get over here.

Yo, it's Miki. Talk if you want. I'll listen when I feel like it.

There's trouble. Where are you?

- Diego. - I need to talk to Tapczan.

I'm back in the game, making serious bacon.

I'll fucking kill somebody.

I want to deal with your Croatian.

Shooting at a dog? Are you fucking nuts?

Fuck you, squealer!

I'm in a hurry. I have a serious deal.

I need the Croatian's number.

Maniac! Respect.

- No fucking way! Baton in my crib. - Take your arm off me, maniac.

Hey, dude, who rules the city now?

Ask your chick.

You want some water?

And do you want a beating?

What are those toys? What is this? Plastic?

What's that? You should've tied up a dwarf.

CROATIAN

You forgot you had a sister? Jarek?

What the fuck?

- Guys, are you for real? - No, I stabbed my hand for fun.

I have a fat deal, so call that fucking Croatian!

This is fucked up. There is no Croatian.

Are you fucking nuts? You said you'd take a pic and let me go!

There is no Croatian. Just this friend of mine...

Fucking hell!

...a chemist from AGH. He sometimes makes... Sorry, man.

Hey!

Dude, easy.

Damn, man, easy.

Don't flip. We'll figure it out.

Fucking losers.

Fuck, BB balls! Are you nuts?

Are you fucking mental?

Fuck!

Don't chuck the pad out!

Oh fuck!

It's that fuck who's been shooting at dogs!

You fucks!

Fuck, Baton, get the fuck out of here!

What are you wrecking the place for?

Fuck, get the fuck out of here!

When's the pick-up?

But...

What, you want me to go there all sweaty after the gym?

Okay, I'll put him on.

For you.

Honey, I wouldn't normally butt in, but Baton says you're not doing so well.

Everything's under control.

You got your chance. There won't be another one.

Let's not exaggerate. The boy is doing fine.

I like you, and I have some good news.

We assumed that, due to circumstances beyond your control, you might fail.

You'll pay us back another way.

Everyone will be happy, and maybe we'll cooperate.

Batonik, Krzysiu is waiting.

Kid.

You get in there through the gate on the street side, yeah?

I have this clicker in the garage... and the gate opens.

One more thing, the alarm is off.

Go to the upper floor

and keep going left.

There'll be a guy sleeping with a chick.

Don't bother them unless you have to.

- There's a closet... - Fuck are you on about?

The fuck I'm on about?

In the closet, there is a safe.

Baton, what fucking safe?

Hasn't he fucking seen a safe in his life?

Call the Brothers.

Maniac,

our Krzysiu here can do this instead of you.

But then he would have to off you.

Your choice.

I always can.

Here's the bag and the gear.

Chuck everything from the safe into this. Got it?

And it's all good.

To take the edge off.

Snort.

Quick...

- Look, tough guy. - Hey.

- Rapper! - Brave guy!

Quiet.

Easy or I'll fucking kill you. Where's your boyfriend? Upstairs?

Quiet. Shut the fuck up.

Zibi, give this kid whatever he wants!

Pretty good.

But you don't know who you just bumped into.

Or you'd be shitting your pants.

So, how old are you? Twenty, thirty?

I have a son. Same age as you.

But not like you. You are tough.

He is a pussy.

Fuck this job. Work for me, and I might not fucking kill you.

I forgot the combination.

What do we do now?

Easy.

I'll give you what you want.

I'll fucking kill you, you shit!

Diego...

- What is it? - He knows. I've found the GPS.

Fuck, he's been following me all this time.

What GPS?

In my bag.

Where are you?

Gas station in the hood.

- Dawid, I love you. - Wait for me there, baby.

I love you too.

Miki!

It's okay.

What happened?

- Nothing. - What?

I'm fine. Miki, did he hurt you?

- What the fuck? - Miki. Let's go.

Miki, sit down.

What happened?

He locked me up at home and took my phone.

Sylwia let me out.

- Show me the GPS. - No.

I chucked it. It looked like a SIM card.

Fucking hell.

How did he know it was me? You've never been to mine.

I don't know. I have no idea.

- Fuck! - What the fuck is going on?

God.

Where was this GPS?

I don't know, in my bag.

Fuck me.

Come with me to Milan. Please. Sylwia's mum is there. We'll crash there.

- Fuck. - I talked to her.

I stole some cash from home.

Enough for now.

Do you hear me, Diego?

- Fuck! - Come on, this is a gas station.

Fuck off!

Say something. Talk to me. Just say anything.

BUSINESSMAN BUYS SPORTS CLUB

- You hear me? I'm begging you. - Hold on.

SAUSAGE KING, KNOWN FOR HIS PASSION FOR NIGHTLIFE

"A BEAST BY NIGHT"

Jaga.

"AN EXEMPLARY FATHER BY DAY"

We'll go. But you need to do one thing for me.

Go to the studio and buy our recordings from Fatty.

- Got it? - Yes.

No matter what. I owe it to Flour.

It's okay now. We're together.

I love you. It'll be fine.

Let's go.

Diego, get down lower.

- Lower. - Fuck, Diego, people are crazy.

Kira, lock up the hole, and break the key. Baton can't get inside.

Who? What Baton?

The dick I came with. Neck tattoo. Remember?

Got it. But get your ass over here.

I'll be there in an hour.

Fuck. I think they are tailing us.

Miki, don't freak out.

It's a taxi.

- Jaga? - I'm by the stage. When are you on?

Do something for me.

Just say the word.

I have to see your old man.

My old man?

I never ask you for anything.

Hold on.

By the stadium in 15 minutes.

Thank you.

Go to Sylwia's and relax.

I'll join you as soon as I can.

Hold on. Spread your arms.

- Hi, Jaga. - Let him in.

- To see Daddy? - Yes.

Wait a bit.

- He's busy. Do you know him? - Yes.

- He's new. - He's my friend.

A friend?

But after all those scandals?

Man, last year,

we launched two new clubs in those re-privatized buildings.

Get some girls

and the English and French will spend a fortune in there.

And you get the girls from Skawina or somewhere else.

- Where are you from, star? - Liszki.

Wonderful. Very good.

You see, the offer is here today, and tomorrow it could be off.

Jaga's here.

Oh, my daughter!

Come, come here.

Raise a toast with us to the town that is so dear to our hearts.

Gentlemen, please.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Dad, this is Diego.

Oh, the artist.

Rapper.

- So sing something for us. - Dad!

What?

Rap used to be good. Firma, Intoksynator. Now it's all crap, not rap.

Kids get tattoos and make videos with those plastic AKs.

Have you ever shot an AK, huh?

Kidding, my man, just fucking kidding.

Come, sit.

Eat something.

What's with the hand?

I scratched myself.

Thank you for the meeting, sir.

Not sir, for fuck's sake. My name's Bogusław.

Diego.

Ah, Diego Armando, is it?

Maradona.

Great timing. We're looking for investors

for a nightclub chain in Kraków. Are you in?

No, I'm looking for an investor

for this.

Piotruś!

Yes?

Take the girls and show our guests the new VIP box in the fan zone.

Sure.

Ladies and gentlemen, follow me.

- Jaga. - Seriously?

Just don't go on forever.

In retail, this goes for 400.

I can sell it for 250. I have two kilos.

You feeling all right?

You barge in here and show me this iffy shit.

It's not iffy.

Do I look like a sucker?

Do you really think I'm a sucker?

Looks like you do, since you dragged my daughter into this.

Fuck!

- Listen... - "Listen," what?

You think I don't know what's going on? That I can't work it out?

You're fucking up my mood!

You are fucking me over in front of my friends, my daughter.

Hold your horses, man.

Hold on.

Hold on.

This is how I see it.

If I don't buy this from you,

my daughter will get mad and'll be nagging me for a month.

But if I do buy it from you, I'll get a visit from men in uniform,

and I don't feel like getting annoyed for no reason. Got it?

- Got it. - So, why the fuck are you here?

- Because I respect you. - Fuck off.

- Who did you nab this from? - No one. I had a deal.

Cards on the table. Go!

What do you have to lose?

Father, he's going to play tonight.

Who from?

Jews? Sharks?

The Brothers.

You're fucking over the Brothers?

- I'm not fucking anyone over. - Then what are you doing?

What you've been doing for 20 years.

Oh, please.

Okay, then, here are the cards on the table.

An MP's son leaves it all behind and starts a sausage business.

Why? Because he got fed up with the suit?

And that football hooligan crap,

is that for the money? You know why you do this?

It fucking excites you.

Same with the media. And the shit that they pour all over you.

And 5,000 mouths howling at each game that you're a sausage dick.

That's when you're in a fucking VIP box and you have them by their throats

and tell them what to do with losers.

We're not so different, Boguś.

We are no different here.

The need for clusterfuck never stops. You know this.

That's why you haven't told me to fuck off.

Where did you get this fucker from?

Sorry, Diego.

Cocky tough guy, aren't you?

Okay, fuck it.

200 per gram.

Don't negotiate. You won't get a better deal tonight.

You know what, Boguś?

I will.

Don't be so jumpy, my man.

Check your cholesterol level.

So, how much?

Stop playing games.

You know.

Take the guys and tell Piotruś to get the cash ready.

And you stick to rap.

It's better to rap about it than live it.

Baton is here. Our guys tried, but he's huge.

Gentlemen, sort it out.

Strong guy!

- You are training in karate. - Shut your trap.

Suck my dick with your trap.

Who's that guy? I think I've seen him somewhere before.

It doesn't

matter anymore.

Everything matters.

Maybe we could go out sometime.

Jaga...

A weekend getaway. Wherever you want.

Jagunia... hey.

I lost a bet. I thought you wouldn't show up, but here you are.

Yo, what the fuck is this?

This

is not for kids.

Hiya, Kraków!

Make some noise for my pal Flour who got busted by the pigs!

I'm going for broke

Because everything else is not worth shit

I once promised my mother Not to get jailed by a copper

And not end up as a mental patient, no

I'll bounce off the shit on the bottom

And go down a path That will make you proud

That's my last deal, mom

I'm fucking sorry, but I need the dough To finish this fucking album, mom

Hey! And I don't know any other way

What can I do When everybody else does it too?

We had no role models We watch our fathers

On a rampage when They were like dogs in a pen

And I don't know the end

I don't give a rat's ass About the heroes made of brass

I'll give my life for a stroke of luck I can even fucking break my back

I'll dive headfirst Because I want to succeed

For those few moments and my few peeps

I'll break every lock and every gate

And you stay fucking quiet Fill my void

Or disappear like a ghost

And leave sadness away

I can't fucking run away from this anyway

I don't want to sleep or eat I'm hungry and tired

I see a goal and go for it

Through twisted tracks

Through twisted faces And sniffing hounds

I can't be calm And not fucking wasted

I don't want to sleep or eat I'm hungry and tired

I see a goal and go for it

Through twisted tracks

Through twisted faces And sniffing hounds

I can't be calm And not fucking wasted

Black Marias on my back But my shoes are made for track

Shove this flour up your ass, dickhead.

That was foul shit! So fucking foul!

I thought you would never wake up.

Someone switched your stuff?

You're lucky to be alive.

How is Flour?

The pigs raided our crib.

They're trying to link him with Slovak gangsters.

Diego!

You fucking put my brother in the slammer.

I'll make some calls.

You need to hide.

And you?

We have an uncle in Tarnów.

I'll stay there for a while and we'll see.

- Take this. - Fucking Baton.

- Only he had a reason. - Baton?

Which one?

Okay, you hold it.

Promise you'll hide somewhere.

Just this.

Disappear.

There's sun, different people.

We'll start from scratch, without all those fuckheads.

Without anyone.

I bought tickets from Katowice. Sylwia'll give us a ride.

Okay. Did you get the drives from the studio?

Miki?

- What? - Did you get our tracks from the studio?

Well...

For fuck's sake!

- I was scared. They're looking for you. - I asked you to do one thing.

Just get over here. Please.

When everything calms down, Sylwia'll handle this. I promise.

Okay, I'm going to pick you up. Fuck!

Change the address.

Studio at Budryk Street.

Get your shit together and come here.

Fucking hell, Diego, you're alive?

Here's our hero!

I've seen it on YouTube.

Yeah, fuck. Awesome gig.

Thanks.

...a shitload of...

- Diego. Hi, dude! - Hi.

- What did you do? - You should have been there.

We're recording all the time.

But tell me this, was it all planned?

- Sure. - I told you!

Awesome, man.

- Punches, flour. - You know it went viral?

- Fuck, I had no idea. - Awesome, really, lit.

You remember the thing in Nowy Sącz? That didn't go viral.

- No one recorded it. - Well...

We finished the record.

Hey, come to our studio.

- Show-off. - Do you have more?

Does he have photos?

You're talking shit. Let's start.

Diego!

- Not now, Spider. - Listen.

That casino thing,

I told Flour not to play and to pay off Fatty,

but he totally lost it, man, like a demon or something.

He needs help.

We'll talk later. Yes, 25 years.

You should've kept your eye on it.

I didn't sign any IOU.

Yes. No, there wasn't any IOU...

I said, the boss isn't in!

- I'll wait. - The waiting room is downstairs.

But I prefer to wait here.

Hey there! Excuse me! Who are you?

Grab it and run.

- Excuse me! - Okay, Miki. Got it, go!

Where is your car?

Miki!

- What? - Where's the car?

Over there.

Drive.

- You sure no one followed you? - Yes.

Fuck, fucking Baton.

Fucking drive, Miki.

Drive! Floor it, Miki!

- I'll kill the fucker. - No, Mik...!

Oh fuck. What was that?

Fuck's sake.

Man.

Oh fuck!

Is he alive?

No fucking idea. Fucking walked in front of the car.

Go, call an ambulance.

What fucking ambulance?!

- We need the ER! You want him to croak? - To the car!

Put him in the back!

His leg is bent.

Careful.

Crazy.

Guys, Diego's here.

- Come! - Help us.

- Take him. - Have you totally lost it?

- What is it? - Fucker sold us to the Slovakian pigs.

Slovak said that either I sell you out or he'd hang me.

You ripped him off. That police stunt was bullshit!

What the fuck?

They were phonies, not pigs, guys from Poland.

They took his cash and speed. He's going to fuck you up.

You are dead, loser.

- That's how you fucking planned it? - You've lost it. You're fucking nuts.

So fucking talk now. Where is Flour?

And the coke? And the fucking money?

Diego! Are you fucking nuts?

- Don't touch me! - I don't know.

Did you swap the blow for flour?

The GPS bug loses connection outside the town.

I don't give a fuck where you were.

Someone swapped your coke for flour?

As for Flour, if you ever see him, if he's somehow still alive,

remind him that he has to pay me back by the end of the week.

And for the car. Or I'll look for him with Martin.

Friends, for fuck's sake.

We're out.

Fuck.

Miki!

- What's the plan? - Wait behind the greengrocer's.

That's not necessary at all.

Jesus, I haven't seen you in ages, Dawid.

I have no idea where Michał is. He's got so many businesses.

Exactly. He lent me some money.

Michał always speaks so highly of you.

The two of you were like peas in a pod.

Go on, help yourself. Don't be shy.

Mr. Grześ, I want to give it back to him. It's a hefty sum.

So call him.

He's not answering.

Maybe there's no service there.

Where? In Tarnów?

Where?

Kaśka said she was going to her uncle's in Tarnów.

- What uncle? - I thought Michał was with her.

No, they are sitting in those garages.

The ones on Kolejowa Street?

Yeah.

Michał's cousin, Łukasz, was in prison in Tarnów.

They released him. About a week ago.

Excuse me. That must be the neighbor.

So, why would she go there?

And in that spot,

there are always some issues. With reception, with the power.

Probably because of the construction work nearby.

Maryśka!

Some men are here.

Fucking...

- Who are you? - Get off me! Take your hands off me!

- Hey, you! - Come on, Mom.

I respect the elderly, but moan one more time and I'll break your bones.

Right?

Your son borrowed a lot of money from me.

He gambled it away at a casino.

He had time to pay me back, but the deadline is long gone.

And so it happens that this property was used to secure the loan, so sorry,

get the fuck out.

I don't fucking believe it!

Of all the loan sharks in Kraków, Flour went to you?

Dawid, do you know him?

You can show off, Dad.

Take everything of value.

Touch anything and I'll fuck you up.

Whenever Flour borrowed money from me, he talked about your music projects.

And your great friendship. Show them off now.

- Or is there nothing to show? - Why did you give him the dough?

Because I knew he'd drag you down.

Finally, you would become who you really are.

My son.

Fuck...

Invite me to your new crib.

I'll admit, fucking awesome. Just like your new ho.

You like bimbos like that? You picked that beige carpet yourself?

What is it?

If you want to know who told me where the safe was,

here he is, that fucking creep.

Are you both fucking her? Or do you show him your stashes?

The fuck is he saying?

What is this bullshit?

No!

Who?

The Brothers.

They forced me!

Fuck.

I don't know what shit you're in,

but one "I'm sorry" will do,

and I'll get you out of this.

- Fuck! - What?

Diego?

Say something.

Hello, hey.

I'm sorry.

For fucking up. I don't want to be like this.

Go to Kolejowa Street.

Be careful.

Okay, check it.

Hold on.

Got it.

Look!

Diego.

Well, look.

Look at this.

Diego.

He's bought tickets to London. For tomorrow. 6:00 a.m.

Kira is going too.

If you were Flour, had a few hours to kill and a ton of cash, where would you hide?

- Think. Where? - I don't know. I don't know the guy.

Fuck.

Spider.

What?

- Hello. - Spider.

Where did you go to the casino? Tell me where.

- Bronowice. - Thanks.

- Stay with me. - Holy fuck. Flour. I knew it.

- Can you navigate? - Go to Armia Krajowa Street.

Go, Miki, go.

Wiedeńska Street. Where to now?

I told him that day in the studio not to gamble.

Okay. Which number was it? Tell me.

The one with a slanted roof. I think 12.

Or 14. Fourteen.

- Which one? - Fourteen. Enter through the garage.

- Say you're there to see Bernie. - Look.

2 MAN GARDENING CENTER

Okay, got him, yo!

Fuck.

Diego, I'm with you.

- Hiya. - Hi.

I'm here to see Bernie.

Sure. Welcome.

Roulette or Texas?

Both.

Want a new bandage?

No, thanks.

Have fun, but keep it polite.

Would you like a drink?

No, thanks.

New bets, please.

Yo! Bet for me too.

Fuck. Look how well I'm doing.

Betting is over.

Where's the stuff, Flour?

Fucking sold out.

Ten seconds and I'll fuck you up.

Twenty-three red.

This was my system. I had to lose first so that I could win now.

5,000 on red.

- Any problems, gentlemen? - No. Everything's okay.

Everything's okay.

Fuck. Give me a sec, and we'll be leaving this place loaded.

How could you sell me out, you fucker?

- Forget about Martin. - Look at me.

I've known Slovaks for ages. It's an investment.

Triple this, pay off the Brothers, and split the rest.

50:50.

- Man, fuck. - I made 20K, look.

- Bets are off. - Fucking awesome idea with Tarnów.

Fucking master criminal.

I'll explain, just let me play.

- Grześ, fuck, everything's okay. - Grzesiu.

Okay. Man, I was in such a mess. You can't imagine the shit I was in.

And you came up with this stunt. This was my last chance.

Look how well I'm doing.

- No way! You see? - Twelve red.

Fuck, do you trust me now?

Diego, fuck, do you trust me?

Diego, fuck...

Go, Miki, go!

You got it?

Did you do it?

Lajkonik FM.

They are coming. Let's get the fuck out of here.

Filip Zieliński is here with the news.

Five firefighting units are battling a fire at a car dealership.

As officer in charge Tomasz Bogunia has told us,

its owners could have been inside,

brothers Jacek and Józef Strach, two businessmen from Krakow.

Unofficial findings seem to point to arson.

The motive, a power struggle in the drugs business.

Brother!

You're really talented.

We could have done things together.

What a waste.

When you got pissed at me that time, I figured you out.

You Polish snitch!

Those fake cops?

An elementary school trick.

But you should have killed us then!

And now we'll kill you.

I have your dough.

It wasn't me!

Did you hear that, Milosz?

It wasn't him!

You Poles!

It's never your fault, only your brother's.

You're always divided.

You'll never see eye to eye, right?

Chill out, brother. Or you'll drop faster.

And I want to show you something.

Quiet, little girl.

BROTHERS

Well?

Went crying to your daddy after all?

So I have two pieces of news. Both are bad.

You burned Józek.

I am alive.

Have some!