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Wants some? I sold all.

What?

All the carps.

People came for them even yesterday.

Delish. I've fucking fried ten of them myself.

With pickles and potatoes they go down like a dream.

SWAN LAKE

Some black eye you've got there. Who jabbed you?

-I slipped on a banana peel. -Fuck...

Ah! Weddings. Now that's a load of laughs.

And tomorrow, with Jacek, it's going to be a fucking barrel.

Hold it for a sec!

Watch out for the fucking big bad wolf!

Belarussians. They fucking go at it better than Ukrainians.

-And they swallow. -They're good, they're good...

Good like fucking bread. Like in the song:

"Oh, Lord, as good as bread..."

"Oh, Lord, as good as bread."

BLINDED BY LIGHTS Episode 7

The set is ready. Mariusz, we're on in two minutes.

Maybe it'll do? It's OK.

-You're on in two minutes. -It'll do!

You're on in two minutes.

What was that Foundation?

Invincible Hope, Children with Cancer.

-Learn it! -Invincible Hope, got it.

They confirmed they got the million.

They'll have a press release by tomorrow.

I want it out in five motherfucking minutes!

Try to stay calm.

I'm calm as a mummy, look at me.

I've got good news. They'll get that dealer in 24 hours max.

24 hours? Fuck, they should get him in 15 minutes now! 24 hours...

Hi! Gentlemen!

Guys, drinks on me, after the show.

You'll be great.

You got this down like no one else, understand?

Mariusz, let's go. We're on in 30 seconds.

Right. Coming.

Good luck.

Ready...

Camera 1... camera 2...

camera 3... camera 4...

And we're on in five... four... three...

Good evening.

I'm sorry.

I apologize to you all.

I'm sorry.

I know that "sorry" isn't enough.

"Sorry" doesn't bring back to life.

I know.

I just hope... for one thing,

on Christmas Eve... of hope.

I dreamt of a gift today. One I'd like...

to get from you.

I've never asked for anything. Because...

I've got everything.

But I've worked all my life, for you.

And I want a Christmas gift from you now.

Forgiveness. That's why I apologize...

I don't like that TV bitch...

He'll be a prison bitch soon, with a cock in his fucking mouth.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

So? Can we close the deal?

We can, but without him.

Relax, it's Romek. He's all right.

Jacek just mentioned you. Not him.

Romek's my brother-in-law. Basically he's Jacek's cousin.

-I don't know Romek. -Then get acquainted.

I want him to leave.

Merry Christmas.

All right, all right!

Romek, step outside, we'll talk in a minute.

-Why? -Go.

-Why?! -We'll talk in a minute.

Merry Christmas.

Weddings are a load of laughs, I'm telling you.

-I've got 200 grand for you. -Sure, sure.

-Do you know Kasztan, from Ochota? -I don't.

I was kind of a guest, kind of a host. You know how it is.

I'm sure you know Kasztan.

It was at his wedding. You know, turned into a jailbird rally.

And there was this guy, Waldek, on the groom's side,

who tried real hard to impress the crew.

-A drink? -No, thanks.

So, he was all over them.

Totally. Trying to show that he was a real badass.

And suddenly a lady's voice calls out,

this thin little voice...

"Eenie Weenie, hold my bag, I need to go to the girl's room!"

His wife or girlfriend, I don't know.

So, they look at her and they see...

that she's got a cast on her leg.

And she goes on about the bag.

So he tells her to shut the fuck up,

and comes back, and the guys are pissing their pants by now.

"Eenie Weenie, Eenie Weenie!" You know...

So guess what he tells them?

He says...

"I broke that leg of hers."

-He might as well come in. -Who do you mean?

Your brother-in-law.

I don't know where he is, you told him to leave.

-He's at the door. -What are you talking about?

Get in.

-Hold it, easy... -Go over to him.

Drop it! Stand next to him.

Shut up. Shut up or I'll smack you!

-Let's call Jacek and resolve this. -No calls, no resolving.

-Give me my money back. -What the fuck?

Open that, take my money and give it to me.

Take my money out! Move it!

-This is going to get very ugly. -It's already ugly.

You'll go to your crib, get some sleep,

wake up in the morning and understand you fucking lost it.

You wanted to carve me up, take my cash and bury me.

You'd probably tell Jacek I didn't even show up here.

And I'm guessing you had a buyer for my car already.

You're one fucking nutcase.

You know that I know that you know and so on.

This is what's going to get you killed, bro.

You're getting so wound up, nothing else.

No one survives a heart attack in their thirties.

And you know what's best? That it doesn't see or hear us.

I'm in the giant belly, bro. Me and everyone else.

It doesn't see or hear us, it just digests.

And nothing fucking matters, not in the least.

You'll be there too.

You just need to let go, and everything will fix itself.

Fix?

-Fix. -I like that word, you know.

-To fix. -To fix.

Fixing should be done instinctively, without thinking. Like that.

Let go.

It also has a heart, big and black,

beating underneath, rocking me to sleep.

It's warm there, bro.

Warm and funny.

You'll see for yourself, soon.

REST

SLOW DOWN SLEEP

SOON IT'LL BE OK

-I need to see you. -You're bringing Maluch?

-Jacek, I need to see you. -Don't show up without him.

-There are complications. -Fuck your complications!

-Have you been at Stryj's? Got the bag? -Stryj wasn't home, listen...

Shut the fuck up! Grab Maluch, bring everything to me.

Everything! I'll be waiting.

-Everything. -Yes, fucking everything!

-And don't panic. Darek's gone. -What do you mean, gone?

Taken out.

-How come it's so shallow? -Dig yourself, it's all fucking frozen!

Maybe we should give him more of that Lysol?

-Still breathing? -Yeah.

-They wanted him to go under alive. -All right, grab him.

Gimme the fucking shovel.

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

-Where? -He broke up with me last night.

He broke up with you? You're lying!

He said he'll come for his stuff in two weeks.

Then I'll wait here for two weeks. I've got time.

Can I have some water?

Where is he?

-Where is he? -He could be anywhere.

Then you'll go anywhere with me. You'll show me everywhere.

-And I'll be going in. -No...

It's like going to the final exams with your parents.

You just have to go in and take them. You had your finals in May, remember?

You'll all rot in jail, assholes!

You don't want me to hurt you.

You really don't.

There's a squat on Pulawska St...

-What? -A squat on Pulawska.

See? You should've said so right away.

Let's go!

His bandmate crashes there. We might not find him.

Move it.

Freeze! Turn around slowly.

Fucking slowly! What have you got there?

What is it? Fucking show me.

Put it down. I said, put it down, now!

Did he hurt you?

Take the gun. Take it.

Have you thought about the last week of your life?

Shut the fuck up! Go inside, everything will be OK.

How you've been doing all the dumbest things lately?

Shut up!

Move.

Slowly.

Fucking go!

Move.

Slowly.

Fucking go!

-This can only end one way. -Move.

This is not about you anymore, but about your girlfriend, your kids.

I know guys who won't have a problem with it. It's all about priorities.

-Keys. -Only I drive...

Keys, prick, or I'll fucking kill you.

Get in.

Cuff yourself!

-Are those for fucking that teen? -Don't fucking talk to me.

Not a word, get it?! And fucking cuff yourself!

Follow them, Balon.

-Don't smoke in here. -Your address.

-I said, don't smoke. -Your address, now!

7 Okrąg St. Don't aim at me with that crap gun.

Tell me, is it so great now?

Do you feel so big now, motherfucking kings of the town?

Who the fuck crowned you people, I'm asking?

-Who gave you the scepter? -Why the plural form?

You've got dick now, not a scepter, get it?

Motherfucker, with your head up your ass all you've seen is shit.

You think you can just come to a guy's club,

fucking threaten him, and just fucking take it all?

That I'm some loser bitch?

I bet a guy like you has loads of dough at his crib.

Such a razzmatazz hustler must have tons of cash.

-Why do you need my money? -We'll sniff around

-and get ourselves a reimbursement. -And the ten mil from the insurance?

They'll grab at anything not to pay out. One missed payment and it's gone.

You don't know shit, smart ass. Fucking shit!

To each his own joke at the end.

I'd sooner burn it than give it to you, motherfuckers.

You wanted to burn Dawid too?

-You killed him. -You killed him! You.

You're a bandit and a murderer. You killed him!

Get out, we'll have some fucking fun now.

Get out, scumbag.

Turn around. Go!

We'll see what you got there. What you got inside.

Fucking go. Open the door!

Open it!

Fuck! Good evening!

Good evening, good evening! Merry Christmas!

People above us have lost a lot of money.

Did you think they'd keep a junkie disco there for the next ten years?

Junkie disco?!

Fuck!

You've been living real nice off of the fucking money

you've been stealing from people, real fucking nice!

Now watch me being a fucking psycho-bandit

and a thief!

Where is it? I'm fucking asking you!

I'm a fucking bandit!

Where is it?!

Where the fuck is it?!

-Where?! -You're not helping yourself.

Where the fuck are you keeping it?

Where the fuck is it?

Not here.

What is this?

Fuck!

What the fuck?

Where is it?

What is this?

What the fuck...

Fucking look at this!

You fucking scumbag. You rat!

You can always come out on top, as long as you have brains.

Get it? You need to have fucking brains!

-You know? -Not always.

Not always? You want backhand or forehand?

Fucking backhand!

You know the one where the teacher asks:

"Who do you want to be when you grow up?"

Asia says: "Actress." Someone else: "Engineer."

Someone, I don't know: "A cop."

And Jas says: "I want to be a fucking bum!"

30 years later Jas is standing on a private airfield in Dubai,

he looks at his Rolex and says: "Fuck..."

"Where did I go wrong? Where?"

It'll be like in the movie you played in.

No one will pin this on me.

And no one will be looking for you, 'cause you're a bandit and a thief

and no one'll cry over you.

Besides, I'll kill you.

I'll kill you, because you threatened my kids.

Lucky fucking you, huh?

Motherfucking prick.

Remember: gold is for the bold.

Gold is for the bold!

Maluch, you bitch!

No...!

Balon, fuck...

"Fuck", what? Motherfucker!

-Let's go. -Run!

Police!

Don't move! Spread your arms!

You know what to look for!

We'll have a chat, princess. Get the fuck up!

-What town is this? -You were born here.

Go to the church.

Wake up, princess!

-Can you get up? -Sure he can.

Look how pretty he is. All he needs is a pair of tights.

Let's go.

You didn't find anything.

Don't! He's had enough.

You'll be wiping this with your face.

The prosecutor won't let you go anytime soon.

Come on...

Sit!

-I'm entitled to a phone call. -In an American fucking movie.

-I'm thirsty. -When can he get here?

Any moment.

-Give me something to drink. -It's not a bar, ass-fucked bitch.

Marek won't help you this time, princess.

No more bets, please.

-No more bets, thank you. -Don't tell me what to do.

That's it, thank you.

27, red.

-Leave it! -That's it.

-I want to... -It's over.

I want my chips. Don't! Don't touch me, homo!

I keep this place running!

You wanted something?

Got a problem? You?

Fucking commie cop! You militia faggot! What?

Want more? Fucking more?

Come on, what the fuck?

Up.

I'm thirsty.

Get him something.

Now.

It'll go smoothly if we won't piss each other off. Or, if you don't piss me off.

Officially, your address is Olsztyn, 41 Andersa St., Apt. 29.

With Ewa and Lech Nitecki.

You go by Grajcar, your mother's maiden name.

In Warsaw you're renting a place from a company called Ampix Ltd.,

for 6000 a month. That's steep. I'd rather buy my own place.

I might be anywhere be in six months.

In the can, with a cock up your ass.

Are you done? May I?

Did he get in the way?

-I don't know him. -He dumped prices?

I don't know him.

Up, princess! Get up!

Sit down!

Sit!

Fucking straight!

You're a suspect in a homicide case.

-No idea what you're talking about. -So your arrest is groundless?

Yes.

Sue us, maybe you'll get compensation.

In what circumstances did you meet Mariusz Fajkowski?

-I don't know who he is. -Then take a look!

The guy from TV?

He confessed that the cocaine he took on the night of December 21st ,

after which he fatally hit Wioletta Pajdowska, came from you.

You were at his place at about 9 p.m.

And you sold him about 30 grams of cocaine. The date fits.

-I never met him. -According to Mariusz F.,

in the past two years you've sold him 1 million zlotys worth of cocaine.

We want to know its source.

Can I get some more water?

Names of wholesalers and investors. Trafficking routes.

What's so funny, princess?

Something tells me he likes boys.

You're getting a hard one, right?

Names of wholesalers and investors. Trafficking routes, meeting places.

You haven't found anything.

You haven't got anything on me.

You can hold me for 48 hours max.

It's enough, you know that.

You've lost your street cred already. Think about it.

Bring him back in two hours, no food, no water.

Make sure your friend doesn't get carried away.

Up, princess! Let's go!

Let's go, bitch!

-Now we'll talk, you fucking bitch! -Clothes off!

Take them off, bitch!

Cocksucker! They'll kick your teeth out for better blowjobs!

-Faster! -You, what's your name...

-Listen to your inner self. -What was that, slut?

-Accept it, you love men, pig. -Drain him!

I'll fucking bust his face!

Fucking cold, huh? Water festival!

Rain doesn't pay.

Kind of like in that song.

Right.

Everything must simply start all over, as always.

You'll never escape from here.

But you have a free choice in decorating.

I could make you a garden, a swimming pool...

An amusement park, whatever.

It is... very just.

It swallows everyone.

Don't feel mistreated.

Motherfucker! What fucking bail?

They set it at max, but a guy came and paid. A weird dude.

No... We've got a shitload on him!

-We haven't got anything. -Now what?

It's Christmas. Go, if you've got someone to go to.

I fucking beg you, give me five minutes with him. It's a rule!

We'll get him for good after New Year. Brace yourself.

Shit happens. Go to your loved ones. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

You'll be back, I promise!

I'll track down your family in an hour.

You fucking bitch!

I'M SORRY YOU'RE ALL I'VE GOT

Jesus Christ, fuck!

Janusz...

I would've killed myself if you hadn't come. I had a rope ready.

Shut the fuck up and eat before it gets cold.

I've put some money away from trucking. It's a start.

But I'll give it to her, not you.

You'll quit the slot machines and pay me back from paintjobs in Norway.

It's a blessing to have a brother like you, who gave me a chance.

You'd do the same if the shoe was on the other foot.

I need to take a leak. Eat, it's getting cold.

I forgot to lock the door.

Are you done?

You'll take me to Warsaw.