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Did you see that insane match yesterday?
BANANA RIPENING FACILITY KRAKÓW, RYBITWY
- I love this place. - Bye.
But now, the prices are skyrocketing like fucking crazy, man.
Some fresh, exotic stuff in the air, huh?
Prepare for a price increase.
- What? - A price increase.
Are you being serious?
Well, bananas are expensive.
What do you mean, Darek? This will fucking enrage the Brothers.
Just kidding.
I don't wanna hear that ever again.
I always fall for that. Thanks, bro.
Enjoy.
Hey, Diego. You done with rehab?
I know you're not supplying,
but if you're interested, there's bananas in town.
What the fuck?
Thank you. That was great. Goodbye, fuck off.
Fucking what? It's our session!
Bring the bacon first, then we'll talk.
You got the transfer, right?
- Is this your hard drive? No. No. - Hey! I haven't finished the session!
- Flour. - This thing's mine now!
And I'll add an extra 20% for not calling the cops.
What cops? 20%? Man, you're fuckin' nuts!
Hey, guys, aren't you the ones who stole my damn microphone?
What microphone?
No way. Did he not tell you?
You guys should work on your communication.
However, there is a solution.
Just call your daddy.
- I'm done with your bullshit, man! - Hey! Hey!
I thought that all gangsters helped their sons.
How about I help you with your face, motherfucker?
Guys, it's my fault, okay? I fucked up! I fucked up!
I just wanted to borrow it
because my old man got sick, and I needed the cash for rehab.
Do you know how much you owe me?
Tomorrow I am getting paid for the whole month.
I will come by here the day after that, and we can start over. Clean slate. Okay?
Hey, man, is that okay?
- Fuck, Flour. - Diego, is that okay?
Yo, it's Miki. Just do your thing, and maybe I'll give it a listen.
You know what that idiot did?
He snatched a mic from the studio. You believe that? Whatever. I'm on my way.
Excuse me. Who are you visiting?
You're gonna fucking destroy that lock one day.
- You didn't answer your phone. - Sh!
All right now, sweeties!
Turn up that beat, yeah! Volume up!
Crank it up now! Five, six, seven, and...
Hot, hot, this is so good!
Great job, girlies! That was awesome work. Yeah!
When there's pain, there's gain!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
All right, girls. That's it.
Now just breathe. Let it out.
It's supposed to help junkies in rehab, so I hear.
Really?
And now it's time for a little stretching!
Remember, with the code "Miki 10,"
you'll get a 10% discount on all of the classes we have to offer
at the Yoga Beach Kraków.
See you, my girls.
Babe, I've asked you for one thing.
- Not to do this shit. - What? Why?
One little line of coke's not gonna ruin me.
- Jesus. - Just stop talking so much, okay?
Mmm. Why? You gonna start tripping or what?
Fuck! Just put this on, and get the fuck out of here.
Get the fuck out! Diego, please get out! Seriously!
Stop it! Stop it!
Are you listening? Hey.
Dawid!
Yes.
Hey, babe. Dinner ready?
What's up?
Hello?
Sorry, man. It was a fucked-up thing to do.
You bet it was, Flour. Fucking stealing a mic from a studio, you idiot.
Tomorrow I have a delivery to Slovakia. After that, it's payday.
To Slovakia?
Yeah, Tuman's sending the Slovaks some sacks.
What sacks? We gotta finish our album.
Man, you keep grinding this hard, and we'll end up rich and famous.
Damn right, while drinking champagne in Wierzynek.
Or at Gessler's restaurant would be even better!
Okay, man, I won't fuck up this time. I'm crashing out now to get enough sleep.
I would suggest some meditation as well.
Okay, dude, later.
It's 10:00 a.m., Flour.
Fuck, Diego, crazy shit happening. Get to Tuman's. He's going fucking nuts.
I'm not going. Fuck that.
Don't give me that shit.
- I've been letting you off easy! - What's up?
Everything's fucking fine.
The Slovaks are waiting, and this moron shows up to work high.
I just took one fucking hit. Whatever, dude.
Yeah, just one fucking hit.
This dumbass's eyes are as big as goddamn quarters.
This bastard is high as a fucking kite right now, man.
Tuman, relax.
You were shitfaced for 15 years. Now you're worried about one hit? Really?
- I've changed here. Come on, you see it. - Oh, you're Pope John Paul now, right?
Okay, give me the keys. I'll drive him over there.
Yeah, you see? He'll drive, all right?
Flour'll do the job. I'll keep him from screwing up.
Take it easy. You don't have to get all pissed off.
Relax, man. Your heart will explode from too much stress.
If my heart explodes, then you guys will be out, homeless.
Then what'll you do?
I'm not paying for you to smoke! Get back to fucking work!
Oh, come on, boss!
- How long's it gonna take? - Forever.
Do you hear that?
Tuman, you've been chewing out your best chrysanthemum seller,
and you got this little punk wannabe just screwing around.
Those buildings are Soviet shit, man.
Slovak-Soviet blocs.
Slovak-Soviet and Czech blocs.
Gotta piss. Hold up.
Hey, man. I found out that chick of yours
actually has a pretty fucking impressive reach, dude.
What are we carrying anyway?
Soil, man.
I know, but what's inside the fucking soil, man?
It's pills.
Mmm.
- Oh fuck. Some piece of ass, huh? - Uh-uh.
You wanna see some ass? Be my guest. Take a fucking picture.
You know she has a boyfriend?
She posted a picture with him getting pizza.
That's her fucking business.
Oh yeah?
You should see what the guy looks like.
Why don't you fucking DM him, then, if you like him so much?
Isn't this the guy...
- What is this fucking mess? - Oh fuck.
There's usually this one guy who picks up the stuff.
Okay, I'm calling Tuman.
Too late.
Okay. You just sit here. Please don't do any weird shit.
I got this, okay?
Yo, what's going on here?
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? What was it?
Like in Slovakia.
Is that Rytmus?
It stinks everywhere.
Cut! Cut! Stop now!
If I knew the boss was coming, I'd have put on a suit or something.
What the fuck are you pulling here?
- Who's this? - I told you about him. He's my bro, Diego.
- Hey! Hey! - It's cool, man. Calm down.
You brought me a little fucking snitch?
- Who do you have in mind, asshole? - Guys, let's take it easy and just talk.
Just kidding, Polish brother.
Just kidding around, my Polish brother, right?
Just kidding, Flour. Look, he just crapped his pants.
Oh yeah! Fuck!
You're good, my man. Your boy, Powder, told me about you.
Yeah? That I'm a snitch or what?
No, no, no, no. I told him that you can spit mad fucking bars.
Yeah, I respect a man who's an artist like you.
All right. Let's go.
All right. Quiet on set now.
Camera. Action!
Pretty soon, boys,
we're gonna get a flood of EU money in here.
We'll convert it into a motel.
High standard.
And maybe a whorehouse. Which would you prefer, Flour?
Fuck, a whorehouse. What else?
A whorehouse.
You know what?
I should ask you one thing.
It's not music related.
So, Flour mentioned that you used to get around.
Do you still know the right people in, uh, in Kraków?
- Flour sucked up to you like that? - Uh-huh.
I might and I might not.
Sounds good to me, then.
I'm looking for white stuff here.
Adderall?
Yeah, you look like you would be into that.
Coke, brother. Coke.
We better be going. You can figure it out with him next time.
Who the fuck do you think you are
telling me what to figure out and when to do it?
Diego, does he always stick his dick where it doesn't belong?
Yeah, sometimes.
- Tuman keeps calling. - Shut up!
Dude, I'm fucked.
This Bratislava moron dropped the ball on some shit that I have.
Guaranteed to some important people.
You get some coinage, I survive this, then you and I make bank in the rap world.
- I got people I can call. - And the cost?
Two-fifty.
How much can you get?
One, one-fifty.
You got jokes, Polish brother. Yes, indeed.
A kilo, minimum, all right? And, ideally, two.
Huh?
I'll see what I can do.
One more thing.
I'm gonna need it now.
See you later, you Kraków snitch.
Dude's a fucking psycho. I forgot what a dickhead he was.
That was whack. What an idiot. Flour, where do you find these weirdos?
Hey, hey, don't do this thing.
Don't do what?
Come on. If you get into some shit again, Diego--
Hey, man. Stop whining.
I was just bullshitting that crazy motherfucker, okay? Ah!
- Yeah! - "Polish brother."
- Fuck off. - Let's go. Let's fuck some shit up!
Rise and shine.
- Need a ride? - No, I need to park it at his house.
- Okay. - Thanks.
Get some sleep.
- Yeah, yeah. - Money goes to the studio first.
Hey, don't you pull any shit. We're finishing that record, dude.
Diego, where are you?
- Jaga, I'm sorry. I can't make it tonight. - Are you crazy?
It's my birthday! People are waiting!
- Next year. I promise. - You must be--
Okay, kidding. I'll be there in a sec. Yo!
Yeah!
Make some noise for Jaga! The one who fucking invited you all here!
Yeah!
You guys are off the chains!
I'm feeling like a dork wearing this jersey.
Like, fuck!
What?
Thank you. Thank you, dawgs!
Goddammit, I fucking wish I could keep going!
But I still have a shitload of work to do tonight!
You know what?
Check it. Me and my boy, Flour, and a few others in the crew
will be rapping at Gibon's on Saturday.
You fucking showing up?
You better be coming out with us!
You guys get crazy tonight! Jaga!
Jaga! Jaga!
Well, who from the city? No, we're busy the whole day!
What's up? Flour recording?
He just left. You didn't see him leaving? He finished already.
Shit. Well, did he give you what he owes you?
Guess.
You know how that moron is.
I bet he's sleeping.
You have to understand one thing.
No one steals from me.
I'd break off your finger in a heartbeat, but I'm not gonna do that, all right?
I'm better because of all the therapy.
You'll have your cash in two hours. And fuck off with that!
- We got a lot of work to do. - Hey!
This week is looking crazy.
Hey.
Oh, hey, Diego! We're about ready for sound check.
- Cool. Have you boys seen Flour? - No. Hey, tomorrow's gonna be insane.
Guys, get this out of here. The bar is over there.
Kira.
Have you seen him?
- Are you doing the sound check? - Have you seen Flour?
Kira! There's someone here for you!
The speakers. Filip, can you help me?
Kira, I'm tired. I've been driving forever looking for him.
He bailed on the studio. So, where's he at?
He's in the green room.
Oh, hey.
So tell me, fucker.
What's your problem?
Yeah, I'm fucked up, dude.
No, really?
Tuman paid me, and it just happened, I guess, you know?
All of a sudden, Spider was dragging me over here for this... this fucking roulette.
And, hey, I had my own system, and it was working, you know that?
My system doubled my cash.
You're a frickin' clown, dude.
It's always the same shit. Got some dumb story I don't care about.
- Man, I had it in my hands. - Don't waste your time.
You hear this bullshit? It was in his hands.
You're funny, aren't you, Flour? Ha! Ha! Ha!
- He had it. I was waiting at the studio. - Hey, Diego, come meet your openers.
Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Małpen. What's up?
Nice. Wow.
- Hey! What's up? - Sonic.
- What's up?
Hey, what's up, man? Diego, I will try to fix this.
How?
How are you gonna do that?
Rob a few churches? Get some loan you can't afford?
I'm not gonna cover for you like this anymore, okay?
You're never gonna be anything except somebody's problem.
Dude, just chill out.
Yeah.
Well, sure, I, um, might be wasting my time.
If I am a dumb ass, at least I'm fucking real about it, bruh.
- Not a poser like you, fucker. - Yeah, he's right.
I'm the one who keeps adding minutes on your phone.
Sonic, we gotta start. You got that beat?
No way.
- Hey. - Hey, you maniac.
- I got your message. - All right, drop by.
- Hey, Baton, been a while. - He rose from the dead!
Rehab all right?
- Mmm, sure. - Mmm.
- You've lost some weight. - Yeah.
Don't be shy. You know each other? Miki, my chick. Diego.
- You finally had some success. - Mm-hmm.
I feel like we've met before.
Not that I remember. Michaela.
I gotta go.
Hey, buy some beers on the way, okay?
- I will if you get weed. - Where's my kiss at?
Don't know why, maniac, but I'm just so happy to see ya.
- Oh yeah? Gotcha! - Ah!
Two aces.
You ever go explore the hood?
- Nope. Why would I? - Yeah, me neither.
But if I don't get a kebab at Kasia's, like, once a week,
I lose my shit, maniac.
Jesus, Diego.
Hi, Ewelina.
Well, hey.
Dude, have you not changed your wallet since middle school?
Thank you, sir.
Fuck! Pigs and troublemakers! Ha! Our friend Diego!
I see the Brothers are in shape here.
The rap star. How's that going?
Come to our gig.
If you need any hotties for your videos, you let me know.
Baton, eat. It's all getting cold.
I'll have some of that.
How's your dad? Still in the same business?
Uh, I don't talk to him, so...
I hear a lot of stuff's been changing over there.
Not in touch with your daddy? Are you going through teenage rebellion?
I hope you don't start getting your period or something.
Batonik, where is my ketchup?
- The fridge. - Hmm.
It's not here.
I've asked a hundred times. Don't touch my ketchup!
In the other one. Uh, in the showroom. I saw it there.
Mirek! Is there ketchup in the fridge?
- What? - In the fridge, in the door!
I've got something.
They say that you're out of the loop.
- Well, I've got this Slovak guy. - So?
- Got it? - Here.
Let me guess.
This Slovak friend of yours, he's looking to buy?
Coke.
A kilo.
And when?
That's the thing. Now. For two a gram.
And how would we be doing this?
Like we do.
I drive out there, then I drop it, grab the cash, then come back home.
Should we lease you a brick, then?
I know it sounds dumb, but these Slovaks could be regulars.
And what if you screw up?
Diego, you're asking for a lot of product.
It's a sure thing, sir.
Bratislava is doing Vienna.
They wanna expand because Kraków is so close to them.
Otherwise, I wouldn't bother you.
What about the dessert, Dad?
Honey, we're talking right now.
Mind your manners, Ewelina.
I don't want it anyway, thanks.
Guess she's upset.
I assume you know what you're doing here,
and I trust that you're not going to mess this up for us.
Sir, I am built for this.
Keep your phone on. Batonik will call you in the morning.
Gentlemen, I thank you.
- Hey, sweetheart. You calm down yet? - I was about to call you, man.
Call your Slovak guy and tell him tomorrow we're coming with a kilo of fresh flour.
What the hell?
- Holy fuck! You didn't-- - Yeah.
Then the gig. And after the weekend, we do the record on our terms.
Just blow me, then we'll be square, all right?
Happily, I'm hungry already.
Suck my dick, yo.
Are you fucking crazy?
Michaela! My God, I wanted to fuck you!
You promised you would never do this kind of shit again.
It's my instinct, baby. It's what I do.
Whoo!
- Do you know what that psycho did? - Hmm?
Asshole put a spying app on my phone.
What?
Seriously. I left my phone at Sylwia's just to see,
and somehow, he still knew my exact location.
How?
I don't know.
He barged in on us, all angry. He was screaming.
He's fucking paranoid. Treating me like I was a cheating clown in a fuck circus.
"Fuck circus." Really?
- Who talks like that? - Mmm, I do.
- You are fucking someone else though. - Mmm.
So what?
I don't understand why you haven't left that monkey yet.
- You serious? - No, it's a joke.
And you'd be fine without the fucking bum.
Don't call him that.
- You call him that. - Because I can.
- Okay, please don't-- - And what about you?
I'm sure you think you're better because your father's a big shot.
At least Baton became what he is all by himself!
- Hey, fucking cool it. - You cool it, asshole!
Every time you have a problem, his pals help you out.
- That's enough! - Don't you fucking tell me what to do!
- Damn junkie bitch. - Fuck off!
What's so funny?
Ugh, go fuck off to rehab.
- Hello? - The stuff is in the parking lot.
Should be back with the cash at 5:00 p.m. on the dot.
- You said you'd give me a lift. - I was going to.
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.
And remember, you have to be back here at 5:00 on the dot.
Good luck to you, maniac.
- Yo, man! - Tapczan, you're in the hood?
All my life.
I heard Waran got released. Crashing at your place?
Where else, man. Come on!
I'm on a job.
Hey, uh, pick us up some Vicki Lights on the way--
And some bananas!
- And some bananas. - Yeah, I'll be right there.
- I'll be over in an hour. - Okay.
And tell him there'll be more of it.
- Twice as much. - Okay.
- That's it. - Yo, yo, yo!
On my way. See ya. I can see those fuckheads.
Rehabilitated dork! Fuck it!
Come up here, man. Number 27.
What number?
- It's two-seven. - Two-seven.
The best shit I've snorted since the Battle of Cedynia, bro.
Fuck, if the Croatian had shit like this, I would be a millionaire.
What damn Croatian?
My supplier. A dude from Dębica.
Do we wanna make three kilos of it?
No, just two's good.
Gotta keep high standards.
Hey, listen. You gotta get me some of this stuff, man.
You know what kind of clientele I've got?
Look, all of city hall snorts my stuff.
They'd fucking shit themselves for shit like this.
It's all been set up.
Diego, I thought you were out of the fucking loop, my man?
Yeah, maybe I was. Maybe I wasn't.
Oh yeah?
If it goes well, we'll be getting a whole lot more.
Gentlemen, let's make that Polish blow.
Say the magic word, and bang!
All right, let's go. Let me see that shit.
What's up?
- Fuck, the goddamn blender's dead. - No, we're good, bro.
Hey, rehab boy.
I know you like to stay mad and all but stop it.
Stop acting crazy. I'm worried. Okay? See you at the gig, yeah?
It looked better last time.
No fucking around.
You like this? It's about guys like us.
They fuck everything except for what's really important.
That's Milosz. Make friends.
- What's up, fucker? - All right, you ready?
Ah, your raps would slice into those beats like a katana through butter.
- Oh yeah, I've used this one a lot. - Mmm!
Check this part out. Oh!
Let's just do what we need to do. We can talk about rap later if you want.
You got scales, or are we using mine?
Hey! Come on! Brother!
Yo, I'm over here playing some quality shit.
And you're, uh, disrespecting it.
- Let's just do what we need to do. - Did you--
So we can just leave.
Did you two come in here planning to piss me off today?
Hey, we gotta get back for a show, so let's stop pussyfooting around.
I'm serious.
Concert?
Right!
Well, I wish you'd told me sooner, then, guys!
Uh, Milosz! Milosz, get them what they need.
Two kilos, as you wanted.
Milosz!
- Wait outside for us. - Yeah, no problem.
Agh! This gets me going!
Damn, man. We just wanna fucking go. You listening? Are we doing this?
Now that's something.
The big shot from Poland needs to be on his little way.
We won't take up any more of your time.
Uh, what's going on? Boss?
Is this how it's going down?
This is exactly how it will fucking go down.
Who do you think we are? Just some fucking hicks?
You reek of fucking trouble. You smell like the police.
Police! On the ground!
Police! Freeze!
Down on the ground!
Get back here!
Hey! Hey!
Get back here!
...coming up at five o'clock, only on the station that brings you...
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Oh, fuck me, all this goddamn shit.
Hey, punk rock, move your lazy ass!
We fucked up.
They got Flour. I barely managed to run.
What are you doing? Get the fuck out!
Yeah, yeah, I'm going.
- Has Martin been busted ever? - What?
The Slovaks wanted to rob us, then the pigs busted in.
Did someone tell them about us?
- You selling shit behind my back? - Tuman! The cops got Flour!
- Tell me you know someone who's in there! - Hold on. Let me explain this to you.
Damn it! Let me explain it to you. Flour can't handle this.
They'll push him, then he'll spill his guts about everything.
- He'll tell them about your pills too. - You think it's a game, don't you?
You'll pout and cry about it till somebody takes care of it.
Damn it! This is the worst moment to make a Papa Smurf speech, man! Fuck!
Tell me you know someone in there.
I will deal with this. Just leave me the fuck alone. Go!
Yo, it's Miki. Just do your thing, and maybe I'll give it a listen.
Forget about coming tonight, Miki, all right?
- Get out! - Why?
- Everybody better get the fuck out! - Jeez, man.
Okay, listen, Małpen. You guys go ahead with the warm-up.
I guess.
- There's a problem. - Flour got high?
A bigger problem than that.
- What happened? - They grabbed him.
- Who grabbed him? - Slovak pigs.
- What? Are you serious? - Fuck!
Half the damn town shows up to see you, and you guys pull this shit?
What the fuck is this?
Oh, this is where he's hiding.
Wow. How fancy, huh?
Rap like in the good old days.
And you complained that the youth are clueless.
Can I have a hit?
Hmm?
I can see that it wasn't just our stuff you had for the Slovaks.
Oh, is this a case of miraculous multiplication?
Contaminated shit here.
You know how it is.
You sneaky little fucker.
This is just what happens sometimes.
But why is the shit on the damn table here and not over in Slovakia?
We had a setback and--
Honey, could you leave us alone now, please?
Go. Go on.
Ow! Fuck!
Motherfucker!
Shut the fuck up!
Yeah, fuck it! We got ratted out to the Slovakian pigs!
- Should I fuck him up? - No, not yet.
Ah! Oh fuck!
All right, calm down. Calm down.
Diego, my boy.
Considering our history together and everything your father has done...
Ah, we'll need to tell Daddy what problems his son has.
...you have till tomorrow morning. That's 12 hours.
You have 12 fucking hours.
You will stay here and watch him.
Just make sure our boy doesn't do anything stupid, hmm?
Yeah?
Ah, one more thing, Diego, my little friend.
You owe us for the whole damn thing. Including whatever this new shit is here.
That goes without saying. He knows.
Just in case. Just making sure.
- Fuck! - Let's go, Józek.
We still might catch the end of the game. Well, have a good night, then.
Bye.
What fucking bullshit, man.
God! Fuck!
Your hand is bleeding, and so is my heart.
My chick's been cheating on me, dude. That shit hurts, bro.
I filmed the fucker, but the angle's a bit off. Look.
Hmm?
Front desk also has a camera. Got some footage from that.
I'll get the file after the weekend.
Something tells me I know the guy.
And to me, of all people. What the fuck?
- Give me your hand. - What the fuck are you doing, man?
This isn't Grand Theft Auto. We can't run around town with this shit.
Baton, where do you think I'm gonna go right now?
Dude, I gotta be up on stage.
We'll do our thing, and then you can hit it.
This is your pals' joint? Trust them, yeah?
Then so do I, sort of.
Diego! What the fuck did you pull?
Where's Flour, Diego? Where is my brother?
Calm down, Kira!
- Chill! - What is he laughing at?
Kira, look at me.
You gotta get out.
It's okay.
Trust me.
Time to go.
Splendid. And I'm driving us.
We've been together almost two years, and we always do what she wants.
Yo, yo, it's Diego. There's a thing. Are you in?
And now she... ...she came up with that casting idea.
I bet it's that fucker.
Oil paint, yep. Get me white. Two, please. Yeah.
Those directors wanna see some ass,
so they organize some bullshit casting.
All right, I'm done talking. There's a thing, and that's it.
Yeah, I'm gonna hunt that asshole down and...
No, Monday is too late. We have to go now.
All right, fine.
Yeah, later.
So, are there rules in this? I mean, what's my move here?
No idea, man. I don't know about that stuff.
What? You don't know chicks?
I don't know about whatever you're saying. Just get over it and drive.
Hey, yo, Tapczan. I need to get in touch with your supplier.
Oh, with the Croatian? Yeah, sure, get over here!
Yo, it's Miki.
Just do your thing, and maybe I'll give it a listen.
Miki, shit's going down. Let me know you're good, okay?
- Diego! Jesus Christ, man. - I need to talk to Tapczan.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
I'm back in the game.
We're making serious bacon.
I'm gonna fuck somebody up, man!
Tapczan, I want a deal with your Croatian guy.
You shot my dog! Are you fucking insane?
Fuck you and your fucking dog, fucking snitch!
Hey! I don't have time for your bullshit right now, Tapczan.
Give me the number for that Croatian.
Maniac. Having some fun, assholes?
I can't fucking believe it! Baton's here! He's in my crib!
All right, chill out. Fuck.
Dude, who's the guy that rules the city now?
Ask your chick.
You want some water, dude?
You want a beating, dude?
Dude, what kind of toys you got here? What is this? Plastic?
What do you have here?
You should've tied up a leprechaun instead.
What, did you forget you had a sister?
- Yo, what the fuck is this? - Jarek?
- Are you guys for fucking real? - No! I just stabbed my hand for fun!
I'm working on a fat deal.
Fucking get your phone and fucking call that motherfucking Croatian!
I know this is fucked, but there's no Croatian, Diego.
You crazy asshole! You told me you would let me go after a picture!
So, there's no Croatian.
- Just this friend of mine. - Fucking hell!
He's a chemist with a degree from AGH who--
You know, he fucking helps me sometimes. I'm so fucking sorry.
- Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! - Hey, take it easy, man.
Take it easy, dude. Just chill. We can figure this out.
- We can figure this out. - Fuck you, losers.
Ow! Fuck!
- What the fuck is going on right now? - That fucking shit hurts!
No, no! Leave the game pad! Please don't!
Oh fuck! Come on, man!
Look! It's that crazy asshole who was shooting at dogs!
- You broke my fucking hand! - Go fuck yourself!
Fuck, Baton! Let's get the fuck outta here!
What are you wrecking the place for?
Just get the fuck outta here now!
Somebody help!
Get this dog away from me!
Okay, so when is the pick-up?
But...
Well, we had a run-in with some idiots, but it's all good now.
Okay, I'll put him on.
For you.
My boy. I don't wanna butt in here,
but Baton says you're doing like a whore in the rain.
Everything's under control.
This is your chance. You won't get another one.
Hey, actually, your boy's been doing well. I'm telling you, guys.
I quite like you, and I have some good news.
We assumed you would fail for reasons beyond your control.
We may have another way for you to pay us back.
That's right. Everyone will be happy,
and then we can talk about working together.
Batonik, Krzysiu's waiting.
Damn!
Hey, kid.
You get in there through the gate on the street side, yeah?
And I have this clicker here to open the garage door.
Just press the button, all right?
One more thing, the alarm is off.
You get to the upper floor, and you keep going on that floor.
Stay on the left-hand side.
You're gonna see a guy there sleeping with his chick.
Don't be bothering them, all right?
- Unless you have to, okay? - Why the fuck are you saying this?
Why the fuck am I saying this?
In the closet, there is a safe.
What fucking safe, Baton?
He doesn't know what a damn safe is? He never seen a safe before?
Call the Brothers.
Maniac, our Krzysiu here can jump in, pull this off, man.
However, then he'd have to beat your fuckin' ass.
What do you prefer?
I'm up for it, yeah.
Here's the bag and the gear.
You chuck everything from the safe into this, got it?
Don't think, just fill it.
And it's done.
For some courage.
Do it.
You don't--
- Look at him. What a badass. - Yeah!
- Rapper! - Got some balls!
Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet.
Don't try anything, or I'll fucking kill you.
Where's your boyfriend? Upstairs?
Damn it. Shut the fuck up.
Zibi, give him whatever he wants!
Pretty good there.
But you don't know who you... who you just bumped into.
If you did, you'd be shitting yourself right now.
So, how old are you? Like, 20, 30, or what?
I have a son. Same age as you.
He's not like you though. You're a badass. He's a cunt.
Fuck whatever they're giving you, and work for me.
And I won't beat your fucking ass. How about that?
I forgot the combination. So, now what?
Easy.
I'll give you what you want.
I'll end you, you fucking cunt!
Diego?
- What is it? - He knows about us.
He's been using a tracker. Fuck!
I found the bug. He's been following me this whole time.
- What bug? - It was in my bag.
Where are you?
At a gas station in the hood.
Dawid, I love you.
Wait for me there, babe.
I love you too.
Miki.
It's okay. It's okay.
- Oh God. What happened? - It's nothing.
- Diego, what happened? - I'm all right. I'm okay. Did he hurt you?
- What the fuck happened? - Miki! Let's go.
Miki, sit down.
So, what happened?
He locked me in my house. Took my phone. It was terrifying.
- Sylwia saved me. She picked me up. - Show me the GPS.
No, I threw it away immediately. It looked like a SIM card thingy.
Goddammit!
How'd he know? You've never even been over to my place.
I don't know. I have no idea.
- Fucking hell! - What the fuck is going on?
Oh my God.
Where'd you find the bug at?
The bottom of my bag.
Oh my God. Shit.
Diego, let's both go to Milan now.
That's where Sylwia's mom lives. She'll let us stay there.
- Fuck! - I talked to her.
I snagged some cash from home.
I think it's enough for a few days. Do you hear me, Diego? Do you hear me?
Fuck.
Okay. Come on. This is a gas station.
Give us a second!
Say something. Talk to me, Diego. Please say something to me.
Can 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"
Listen to me right now. I promise we'll go wherever you want to.
But first, I need you to go to the studio and buy the drive with our material on it.
- Tomorrow. - Okay.
Talk to Grubas. It's important. I owe it to Flour.
It's okay now. We're together.
I love you. We'll be fine. Trust me.
Let's go.
Diego, you should get down more.
- Lower. - Fuck, Diego.
People are going crazy over here.
Lock the green room, and break off the key in the lock.
- Baton can't be allowed to get in there. - Who? Who's Baton?
Baton. You don't remember the stupid neck tattoo? That guy.
Okay, yeah. I got it. But get your ass over here!
I'll be there in an hour.
Fuck no. They might be tailing us.
Miki, don't freak out.
It's a taxi. Jaga?
I'm in front of the stage. When are you coming on?
Hey, please do something for me.
Anything for you. What's up?
Your pops. I really need to meet him.
My father?
I know it's a big favor.
Hold on.
Be at the stadium in 15 minutes.
Thank you.
I want you to drive to Sylwia's. Don't worry, okay?
I'll meet you there real soon.
Hold on. Lift your arms.
- Hello, Jaga. - Let him in. Hi.
- Here for your father? - Yes.
You'll have to wait. He's busy.
- Do you know this kid? - Yeah.
- I've never seen him. All right. - He's a close friend.
- But after all those scandals? - Ugh.
Last year, we launched two new clubs.
Over there in those reprivatized buildings.
- It turned out to be the perfect area. - Put some girls there.
The English and French will come drop a fortune at the place, right?
Yeah, we bring the girls in from small towns. Skawina or somewhere.
- Where are you from, dear? - From Liszki.
Wonderful. Very nice.
'Cause you see the offer's here today, and tomorrow, it could be gone.
Uh, your daughter's here.
Oh! My daughter!
Come here. Come here.
Let's all raise a toast to the town that is so dear to our hearts.
Gentlemen, please. Cheers.
Cheers!
Dad, I'd like you to meet Diego.
Mmm. Oh, the artist.
The rapper.
Maybe sing something for us.
- Dad! - What?
They used to have real rap. Firma, Intoksynator.
Now it's all just crap.
Now they get their tattoos and make videos with those plastic AKs.
Ever shot an AK-47?
Just kidding, my man! I'm just fucking with you.
Come here. Sit down.
Eat something. What's up with your hand?
Scratched myself.
Thank you for meeting with me, sir.
No damn "sir" bullshit. My name's Bogusław, okay?
Diego.
Ah, Diego Armando, is it?
Maradona.
This is really great because, right now,
we're looking for investors in a chain of nightclubs in Kraków.
Interested?
Actually, I'm looking for an investor.
In this.
Piotruś.
Yes?
Show our girls and guests over to the fan zone.
New private boxes we just had built.
Yes, sir. Ladies and gentlemen, please follow me.
- Jaga. - Seriously?
Just don't take forever.
Normally, this sells for 400.
I can sell it for 250. I got two kilos.
You feeling all right?
You barge in here, middle of the night, and plop this stolen shit in my face.
This stuff's not stolen.
Do I look like a sucker to you?
Have I given you the impression that I'm stupid? That must be the case.
Now you've involved my daughter on top of that.
You little fuck!
- Just listen to me - Listen to you?
You think I don't know what's going on here?
That I can't figure it out?
You're really pissing me off!
Trying to fuck me here?
In front of my daughter, my friends... You don't bother to ask if I want it!
All right. Man, just chill out for a second.
Chill out?
You said chill out?
'Cause from where I sit, if I don't buy this off you,
my daughter will get fucking mad and will keep nagging me for a month.
But then, if I do buy it from you,
there's gonna be some uniformed people coming in here,
and that's the type of bullshit that really pisses a man like me off!
- You got me? - Got it.
Then why the fuck are you here?
- Out of respect. - Oh, don't give me that shit.
- Who the fuck did you nab this from? - Nobody. I made some deals for it.
Cards on the table. Come on!
What do you have to lose?
Dad, he's got a show tonight.
From who?
The Jews? The Sharks?
The Brothers.
So, you're fucking over the Brothers?
- I'm not fucking over anyone. - Then what the fuck are you doing?
The same thing you've been doing for 20 years.
Oh, please.
Cards on the table, right? Okay, here are the cards on the table.
An MP's son calls it quits and starts up a sausage business.
For what? You got fed up wearing the suit?
Now you're in this stadium bullshit, which is not about money to you, is it?
It's about something different. It's what makes you tick.
You get a kick out of this media fuss. They focus on you. Make you feel powerful.
Isn't that what this is?
All the damn fans yelling, "The stupid sausage motherfucker!"
But this is the moment when you're in your fucking VIP box,
and you're on top of the world here.
And the filthy people stay the fuck out of it.
You and me are no fucking different from each other.
We really aren't that different.
Guys like you and me, well, we love some chaos.
It's why you haven't kicked me out yet. It's why I'm still in here.
So, where the hell did you find this fucker?
Sorry, Diego.
One cocky son of a bitch, aren't you?
Okay, fuck it.
Make it two a gram.
You won't find a better deal tonight, so don't try to negotiate.
Well, I believe you're wrong.
Bye.
Don't be irrational, young man.
Maybe get a cholesterol test.
How much?
Stop playing around here.
I told you.
Go tell Piotruś to meet me down here. Tell him to bring some cash.
And you just stick to rapping.
Rapping about it is better than living it.
Baton got in there. Our guys tried to keep him out, but he's fucking huge.
- Gentlemen, deal with this. - Hey, come on.
- Strong guy! - Boys, you were doing karate!
- Shut up, scum! - You can suck my dick, karate man!
Who was that? I think I've seen him somewhere before.
It doesn't...
matter anymore.
Everything matters.
How about you and me go together somewhere?
Jaga...
Just for the weekend. We could go anywhere.
Jagunia, Jagunia, Jagunia. Hey, hey.
Yo, I lost a bet 'cause I thought your ass wouldn't show up tonight.
Hey, what the fuck is all this?
This?
It's not for children.
Furora! Furora! Furora!
Hey, Kraków!
Make some noise for my pal Flour, who got busted by the pigs!
Let's do it.
Shove this flour up your ass, fucker!
That was fucked, Diego! So not cool!
I thought you would never wake up.
Someone replaced your stuff.
You're lucky that you still have your life.
How's Flour?
Damn pigs raided our place, trying to link my parents
with the gangsters from Slovakia. It's unbelievable.
Diego!
My brother's in prison 'cause of you. Do you realize that?
I'll make some phone calls.
What you need to do now is lay low.
And you?
Tarnów. My mom's brother lives there.
I can stay there for a while, and then we'll see.
- Take this. - Man, fucking Baton.
- The only one with a reason. - Baton?
What reason?
Now hold it for me right there.
Hey.
Promise me you'll lay low somewhere.
Can you do that?
Get outta here.
"Wake and Bake."
You'll see. It's sunny there, and the people are different.
We can start from scratch without all these fuckheads.
Without anyone.
I bought tickets from Katosy. Sylwia will give us a ride, just in case.
Okay. Did you get the drive from the studio?
Miki?
- What? - Did you get our tracks from the studio?
No.
Are you serious? Miki!
I was scared. I was really scared. They're looking for you.
- I asked you to do one thing. - Just come. Just get over here, please.
When everything calms down, Sylwia will handle this. I promise you.
Fine. I'm on my way. Fuck!
Fuck!
Different address.
We'll pass by the studio on Budryk.
Fucking hell! Diego, you're alive?
Yeah, dude! That was cool!
- Hey! My hero! - There's the man!
- Freaking awesome, dude. - Yeah, fuck.
Thanks, thanks.
Shit, like, you know.
- Diego! - What's up?
Hey, man. What the fuck was going on over there last night?
You should've been there.
I would've, but we were recording.
- Hey, was that all planned? - Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I fucking told you it was set up! Awesome, man.
- What was it? Flour or what? - You know it went viral?
- No, I haven't fucking seen it. - It was awesome. It was crazy.
- That's right. - You remember the thing in Nowy Sącz?
- That didn't go viral. - No one recorded it.
- All right. - We finished the recording.
Hey, come by our studio!
He's a show-off.
- Seriously? - Does he have any photos?
Don't give me that shit.
...seven, eight. One, two, three, four...
- Diego! - ...five six, seven...
Not now, Spider.
Listen, Diego. That thing at the casino the other day?
I told Flour not to spend money playing games. To pay off Grubas.
But he totally lost it, man, like a demon or something.
He needs help!
I gotta go. We'll talk later. Yes, 25 years.
You should've kept your eye on him.
I didn't sign any bill of exchange.
Yes. No, no, there wasn't any bill of exchange.
Fuck.
- I told you! The boss isn't in! - Okay, then I'll wait.
- The waiting room is downstairs. - But I prefer to wait here.
Hey! Hey! Excuse me! Who are you?
- I got it. I got it. Let's go. - What are you doing in here? Who are you?
I want everything set up by this evening, understood?
Where's your car?
- Miki! - What?
- Where's the car? - Over there.
Go.
- Are you sure no one followed you? - No one.
Fuck, fuck! Drive the fuck out outta here.
Go, go, go, go, go! Floor it, Miki!
- I'll kill this fucker! - No, Miki!
What was that?
Fucking hell.
Oh man.
Oh fuck!
Is he dead?
No idea. The motherfucker just jumped right in front of our fucking car.
Holy shit! Let's call an ambulance.
No! What? A fucking ambulance?
Let's go to the ER! Get him in the car! You want him to die out here now?
- His leg is all twisted! - Help me out.
- Hope he's all right. - Same here.
Hey, look. Guys, Diego's here. Come on.
Help us. Take him out.
Have you totally fucking lost it? What the fuck are you doing?
This fucker sold us out to the Slovakian pigs!
Martin called. He said that either I should sell you out or he'd hang me.
He said that you guys ripped him off and that the cops were never there.
That's bullshit!
Those men who raided you weren't cops. Just some Polish dudes.
They wiped him out. His money, drugs. He wants to fuck you up now!
You're dead, you fucking loser.
- Is this how you fucking planned it? - Hey, fuck you! You're fucking insane!
Oh. You're fucking talking now!
Where is Flour? Where is the coke? And where the fuck is the money?
The bug was a piece of shit!
That's enough!
- I didn't touch the shit! - Don't touch me!
- I don't know. - What? Didn't you swap the blow for flour?
The GPS bug loses connection outside of town, motherfucker.
I don't give one goddamn where you were.
Someone swapped your coke for flour?
As for Flour, if you ever see him, if he is somehow still alive,
remind him that he needs to pay me back the cash he still owes me
by the end of this week.
I won't even mention the car.
If he flakes, it won't only be Martin after him.
Friends, for fuck's sake.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Fuck.
Miki!
- Diego, what do you wanna do? - Wait for me around the corner, okay?
Hello, and welcome...
No, no, thank you. Don't worry about it.
Oh my God. I haven't seen you in such a long time, Dawid.
You asked me about Michał. I don't even know what he's up to now.
He's got so many different businesses.
Yeah exactly. He lent me some money.
You know Michał always speaks so highly of you.
You're his best friend.
The two of you together. Just like peas in a pod.
Come on. Help yourself here. There's no need to be shy.
I wanted to pay him back, you know. It was quite a lot, so...
Did you try to call?
- He won't answer the phone. - Maybe there's no service there.
Where?
In Tarnów?
- Where? - I saw Kira.
She said she was going to her uncle's in Tarnów.
- What uncle? - But isn't Michał with her?
No, no, they're sitting in those garages.
In the garages? On Kolejowa?
Yeah.
As for Tarnów, Michał's cousin, Łukasz, was in prison there.
- But they released him a week or so ago. - Mm-hmm.
Excuse me. It must be the neighbor.
I'm not sure why she'd be up here.
Ah, yeah. That area always has issues with connections.
I bet that, uh, that some of the lines are still being worked on.
Maryśka!
- Some men are here. - What do they want?
Fucking...
- Who are you? What do you want? - Get off! Get your hands off me!
- You're the mom, so cut the shit! - What are you doing?
I got respect for my elders, but if I have to, I'll break your bones.
- Where is it? Where is the stuff? - What?
Fuck! I'm asking you nicely. Just tell me!
Your son borrowed quite a lot of money from me,
which he consistently gambled away at the casino.
Shit!
He has had sufficient time to pay me back, but the deadline is long past.
And it just so happens that this apartment was an asset to secure the loan,
so I'm sorry, but get the fuck out!
Oh my God. I don't fucking believe it.
Out of all loan sharks in Kraków, Flour went to you?
Dawid, do you know this guy?
You can fuck off, Dad.
Make sure you find everything of value.
Touch a goddamn thing, and I'll fuck you up. You got that?
Whenever Flour borrowed money from me, he would talk about your music projects.
I'm sure by now, you guys are real big-time celebrities.
Or am I wrong about that?
What are you doing fucking giving him money, shithead?
Because I knew he'd bring you down to where he was.
And finally, then, you would become who you really are.
My blood, right?
Well, maybe invite me over, and I might admit we're related.
Yeah, I've seen your beautiful house. And your new piece of ass?
You like the slutty fucking bitches.
And did you pick out that stupid fucking carpet yourself?
Fuck you!
You little shit!
And if you wanna know who told me where that fucking safe was, here he is.
It was this fucking creep.
Are you both fucking her? Or do you show him your stashes?
What the fuck is he talking about? What the fuck? He's fucking crazy!
No!
Who? Who was it?
The Brothers.
They forced me!
Fucking shit.
I don't know what kind of shit you're in,
but a little "I'm sorry" will do.
I will get you out of this.
- Fuck! - Diego, what happened?
Say something.
Hello? Hey.
I'm sorry.
Sorry for fucking up. I don't wanna be like this.
Go to Kolejowa Street.
Oh fuck!
Be careful.
- Okay, check it. - All right. Let's see.
Got it.
Look.
Hey, look.
It's a fake badge.
Come over here.
Diego.
He got tickets to London for tomorrow at 6:00 a.m.
Kira's going too.
If you were Flour and had a wad of cash and a couple spare hours,
where would you go?
- Figure out where he might be. - I don't know!
Apparently, I don't even know the guy!
Fuck.
Calling Spider.
What?
- Hello. - Spider.
Hey, listen, where was that casino at? Where was that?
- Bronowice. - Thank you.
- Hold on. Stay on the phone. - Fuck. Flour. I knew it was that idiot.
- Can you guide me there? - Sure. Quickly to Armia Krajowa Street.
Go, Miki. Go, go!
Okay, we're on Armia Krajowa Street. Where now?
Fucking shit! I told him that day in the studio not to play.
Okay. You know what number it is?
Uh, it's the one with the slanted roof.
I think number 12 or 14? Fourteen.
- Which one? - Fourteen.
Enter through the garage. Say you're there for Bernie.
Hey, look.
2 MAN GARDENING CENTER
I'll get him. Thank you.
Fuck!
Diego, I'm with you.
- Hey. - Hi, there.
- I'm here for Bernie. - Sure. Arms up, please.
Roulette or Hold'em?
Little of both.
Want a new bandage?
- No, thank you. - Have fun, and keep it polite.
Would you like a drink?
No, thanks.
- Yeah, man. Do that again. - New bets, please.
- Hold bets. - Yo, bet for me too.
Whoa, man! Holy fuck! I'm doing well.
Where's the merchandise, Flour?
- I'm fucking sold out. Sold out. - Ten seconds, and I'll fuck you up.
Twenty-three, red.
Yes! You see? This was my system.
I had to lose before so I could win now. 5,000 on red.
Is there a problem, gentlemen?
No, no, no. It's all good. We're all good.
We're good. We're cool.
Fuck. Just give me a second, and we'll be leaving fucking loaded.
- You tried to sell me out, motherfucker. - Hey.
- Don't worry about Martin. - Look me in my eyes.
I've known him forever. It's a fucking investment. Look.
Triple all our money.
We pay off the Brothers and split the rest down the middle.
- It's all good. Fucking chill. - I just won twenty grand. Oh my God.
- No more bets. - Fucking awesome idea with Tarnów.
Criminal genius. How long have we known each other? Ten years?
- I'll explain after this. Let me do this. - Quiet, guys.
No, no. Everything is okay. Grześ.
- Damn it, okay, okay. It's all good. - Yeah, Grześ. All good.
Okay. Hey, man, everything just went crazy.
You can't imagine what kind of mess I'm in.
And then you showed up with this crazy fucking idea,
and I thought it was, for real, my last chance to do something.
And now look, man! Look how well I'm doing! Look!
- No way! - Twenty, red.
You see? You see?
Fuck, do you trust me now? You trust me now?
Diego, do you trust me now?
Diego...
- Go, Miki, go! - You got it? You got it?
Did you do it?
Fuck, Diego.
Diego. Come on, bro.
- Fonik FM... - Flour, leave him alone!
Let's get out of here!
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Five firefighting units are struggling
with a fire at a car dealership in the city center.
As officer in charge,
junior warrant officer Tomasz Bogunia has told us
the owners could have been inside,
two Krakow businessmen, brothers Jacek and Józek Strach.
According to unofficial early reports, evidence points to arson.
Supposedly, the motive is a power struggle in the narcotics business.
Now with our local extra edition of Going Full Steam.
Hey there, buddy. Brother.
You're really talented.
We could have done things together, yeah. It's a real shame, isn't it?
The other day, you were just pissed at me. I could smell that shit a mile away.
Trust me on that.
You little fucking Polish snitch!
Milosz, go!
That was a nice trick you pulled with the cops, by the way.
But you should have killed us. And now, we're gonna kill you.
I have your money.
- It wasn't me! Ah! - You hearing this, Milosz?
It wasn't me, he says.
Oh, you damn Poles.
The whole "it's never me garbage," right?
It was always, "My brother did it, not me."
You're always divided. You never agree.
Relax, bother...
...or you'll pass out much sooner, and I still have something to show you.
Sh! Sh!
Quiet now.
BROTHERS
So?
You went crying to your daddy, after all?
So I have bad news and bad news.
Jacek was killed in the fire.
But I'm alive.
Here!