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- You’re Polish? - What’d you think?
You thought I’d chat with some random foreigner?
KING OF DOPE
Hi!
Yo.
- Hey. - Sup?
- How was it? - Great.
Nah, total grind. Nothing to talk about.
- Cool. Listen. - Yeah?
Happy birthday.
We don’t have one yet, so I used the presidential palace address.
Look at this logo.
- I did all the branding. - Whoa.
Guess what that means?
We’re ready to roll.
- Let’s do it. - Yeah.
- I did it. - What did you wish for?
Zuzia, behave.
Yeah, exactly… We’re kind of having dinner.
Honestly, we didn’t think you’d make it in London.
What’ll you spend your first money on?
Well...
Maciek and I want to start an ad agency.
And your studies?
I’ve got fewer classes this year, so I’ll manage.
We need to talk, the bakery’ll be yours one day.
I just don’t want to work in the bakery.
So what are your plans tonight?
We’re going to a friend’s housewarming.
- Maciek! - Hey.
- This place is awesome.
- Hey. - Still gotta furnish it.
Wait. Sandro!
I told you about that awesome designer, Maciek.
- Hey, man. - Hey.
Listen, I’m playing at The Factory tomorrow. You in?
Told you so.
Anyway, I wanted…
I wanted a bigger place, but Dad wouldn’t pay.
But hey, there’s a plasma and a killer sound system.
I’ll invite girls over for movies.
Anita! Come meet someone.
- Meet my buddy Maciek! - Maciek.
Dawid.
Forget about her.
Once we start the agency, she’ll come to you herself.
Seriously.
Listen, there’s a guy, Gewer.
He runs clubs, lends money. Terrifying. But…
His woman is unreal! I could start a family with her.
I’ll take care of everything.
I know.
My father…
Hello, everyone.
As you know…
- I promise no one will lose their job. - Great! Thank you!
Wait. I’ll help you.
I’m looking for the owner, Mr. Batko.
- That’s me. - You look good for your age.
Marian Zalewski, court bailiff.
- I’m here to seize the property. - But…
But… how is this possible?
- 350 thousand? - Plus penalties and interest.
This has to be a mistake.
I have Henryk here. You’re not him.
In fact, you’re not even a party in this case.
- Mr. Henryk must come. - Ma’am, I already explained…
My father passed away.
My sister and I inherited from him. Everything’s in your paperwork.
My father never owed a zloty.
What did your father do with unsold bread?
- He donated it to the orphanage. - And therein lies the rub.
So he should’ve thrown it all away?
Every donation is taxed. Your father didn’t pay.
This caused a shortfall owed to the State Treasury.
It’s tax fraud.
Ten years for inherited debt?
They’re outta their minds.
That’s almost half a mil to pay back in six months.
- Yo. - Yo, man.
- Yo. - Papa here.
Got anything to smoke?
Cops are tight, man. After the last run-ins, nowhere to buy.
Bet this can load a pipe.
Nah, thanks.
- Cheers. - Have fun, guys.
- Dude, you must tell your mom. - Man…
- She won’t handle it. - She won’t handle her son going to jail.
Wanna talk?
No.
Okay.
What bread is this?
The bailiff took over the bakery.
Basically…
We’re broke.
Everything will be fine.
Well.
I guess I’ll have to help you at the bakery.
Zuzia.
- Come to the table. - I’m not hungry.
Dawid, dear.
Promise me…
Don’t waste what your father worked his whole life for.
Okay?
BAKERY
- And this? - Rented.
I’m afraid that won’t even cover half the debt.
Your father never missed rent in 20 years, and you already
are behind after just one month.
I want to end the lease.
Already bored?
Our contract runs till next year,
so legally, I’m owed payment until then.
But it depends on you, Mr. Pieta.
I’ve got trouble with the Tax Office…
Mr. Batko, you have your troubles, I have mine.
FRANCISZEK HARDY LAWYER MAESTRO CHEMIST
CHEMIST FROM PIEKLO OFFICIALLY ACQUITTED
HUMAN RIGHTS ARE THE FOUNDATION OF DEMOCRACY. FRANCISZEK HARDY
Bingo.
- About the bread fine, right? - Yes.
I have to say, I was surprised you chose our newspaper,
but you did the right thing.
Situations like this should be publicized.
I didn’t choose the paper…
I chose you.
Oh.
Me?
I usually handle health topics at the office.
But my colleague from features will be here soon.
Maestro?
- I need you to produce something. - I don’t know what you mean.
- Just five minutes. - Thanks for talking with me.
I don’t want to cause you any trouble.
- Then leave. - I just want to talk.
- I’m in a hurry, my wife’s waiting. - Just five minutes.
- I need five minutes. - People!
Bet your editor wouldn’t like knowing your past.
- Huh? - Thief!
And your wife still thinks you earned that much washing dishes in London?
Sorry, gentlemen. A misunderstanding.
I was telling a colleague how my brother-in-law got attacked.
I need a legal marijuana equivalent.
Harmless, but giving a nice kick.
I don’t do that. I’ve left that stage behind.
You don’t know what it cost me.
Okay, twenty grand for the job.
Deal.
- Paid up front, I’ll make two kilos max. - Fine.
That’s not all.
You get the semi-products and equipment. I’ll give you a list.
You provide protective clothing and a safe place.
We do this once, and we never see each other again.
Now the most important part.
My wife can’t find out. Got it?
Get out.
- Hey! - Yes?
Not sure what your plan is, but remember.
- London isn’t Poland. - It’ll be fine.
Yo.
- Yeah? - You mentioned…
That guy with the cash.
The one with the girl you wanted a family with.
Ah, yeah. Gewer.
Yeah, right.
I can lend you ten to start with.
In two months, you pay back fifteen.
- Can we talk this over with my friend… - Fine.
Okay.
Where are we doing it?
- Here. - You’re joking?
This was supposed to be a secure warehouse, not a newsstand.
Are you kidding me?
Ever thought about doing something normal? Going to college or something?
I’m studying.
Last year, I topped my class.
And? The scholarship wasn’t enough?
I already told you.
Seriously?
I thought you were making it up just to meet me.
- Nope. - How much left?
300,000?
Yo.
- Listen. - What’s up?
Got some good news for you guys.
Whoa!
This is Green Spirit.
- Works like weed. - Really? Is that legal?
Legal, and you don’t have to whisper, bro.
We'll in heaven! Legal smoking, finally!
- Legal smoking! - How?
Opening day promo, two for one.
- Share with your buddy. - I'll ask.
- Hey, sorry. Yo. - Thanks!
What’s the code word?
The sale? What’s the code word?
Fuck the Tax Office.
Hello? Hello?
- Is this the place? - Yeah, what else?
Fuck the Tax Office.
- I need more. - Flushed it down the john or something?
- I said this was a one-time thing. - This is just a day of work for you.
I’ve got a home, a family, a normal job, so no.
Five kilos.
- No means no. - Huh?
Green Spirit’s kinda chill, perfect for kicking back at home,
and Laughter Valley, that’s rather clear.
- Two Valleys and one Green, then. - Sixty-five in total.
- My bad. Fuck the Tax Office. - Okay, fifty-two then.
Fuck the Tax Office…
- …very, very much. - Here you go.
- Hang on. Ready? - Ready.
Yo, what’d you get in English?
- Huh? - Gotta change this. I’m back.
How? We’re out of paint!
- What’s up? - Too little, too slow.
Got an idea.
Bro, get me three Greens.
Have a good one. Just give me a sec.
Dude, what’s happening?!
- You covering me? - Yeah, go check it out.
Yo! Where’s the rest of the stock?
What a sick party!
Marcin!
Come here!
Yo, what’s up?
MISSED CALL: MOM (7)
CALLING: MOM
- Calm down. - Sir, my friend has…
Possession of drugs is punishable by up to three years in prison.
Turn around, please.
- Please, no, what are you doing? - Hands on the bars. - Dawid?
- Got a portable lab kit? - Spread them.
Or were you just ogling her butt?
Besides, none of the ingredients are controlled substances.
- This isn’t a drug. - You are obstructing official duties.
Do you know what happens if you confuse duties with harassment?
Calm down. We just want to know where the ladies got it.
- Let’s say it came from me. - Great. You’re free.
I wasn’t selling drugs.
- Then what is this? - Not drugs.
No? What is it then?
You think you can fake crazy to dodge the slammer?
Do you realize how reckless that was?
Everything was legal.
If I hadn’t answered the phone,
you’d have seen “legal” at a Polish police station.
Anyway. Legal or not.
No, no, no!
Fuck!
PAID
Stop!
- The change is three seventy-three! - Forget it.
The Tax Office never forgets.
I’ll break a bill.
Why not pay from the start instead of fooling us?
I saw everything at the bakery.
- Wait, I’ll explain everything. - Everything?
You ruined everything.
- Turned everything into a dive. - Me?
Do you even know what we inherited from dad?
Do you know?
- Get out. - No!
- Mom, wait. - No! - Get out!
No! You don’t get it. Leave him.
Come on.
Why?
Dawid!
Dawid, wait!
Wait.
I’ll explain it to her, okay?
Where will you stay now?
Call if you need me.
I’ve never seen the boss this mad.
- Something like this, on our turf. - He dug his own grave.
Fuck!
Maybe he left some loot inside. Wanna go in?
Fuck, couldn’t you park any further?
I’ve made up my mind.
I won’t run my whole life.
Okay.
First.
From now on, you’re a model citizen.
No jaywalking, no missed social security payments.
No peeing in the park.
Second. I’m not involved in this.
Third. The place.
My conditions: long-term rental, regular rent.
You don’t check inside. No inspections.
Once you cause a commotion,
expect the Tax Office, Department of Social Security,
and the Health Inspector on your case.
I know the rules.
I know what can help the entrepreneur.
I know what to slip in where.
Into which file, how to book it properly. I have only good references.
I don’t expense condoms, alcohol, or sex toys.
- But… - No buts!
Buy your dildo with your own cash.
I’ll give you good contacts to have on your side.
Careful, kid, or I’ll rip your legs off!
Easy, Marysia.
- You got a kid? - A younger sister.
A kid changes everything.
Marysia, don’t get onto this. Please.
She’s already fallen off this twice.
That price includes me and my Division guys.
Diamond.
What about Gewer?
I wanted to thank you very much, and...
- Here’s 15 as agreed. - Sit down.
I’ve got an offer.
Keep your business.
Under my wing.
Uh, well, I’ll think…
You trying to screw me with my own money?
Last time I had this much fun was my kid’s Christmas train set.
How’s it going? How’s the move?
Kid’s in preschool. Wife’s glad I got a corporate job.
We need testers.
We must know exactly what we’re selling.
So we need daredevils who’ll,
like Gagarin, go to space and test what Maestro made.
For today’s opening, we’ve got a promo
on our newest collectible: Mamba.
Works better with two in your binder,
but start with one.
Collecting gives physical and mental boost,
euphoria, bliss, sometimes hallucinations.
What if I take three?
The binder might blow.
Lewy, relax, you’ll make it someday.
Damn, you’ve got these.
Put it down.
Back to childhood in old age, huh?
What, you fucking deaf? I told you, put it down.
Chill, why so serious? What the hell’s wrong with you?
My kid collects these. You could give him what he’s missing.
Then go home, tell him these are legal highs.
If it’s not too late.
The city’s being flooded with drug-like substances,
banned ingredients swapped with derivatives.
But this isn’t our case.
- Did I hear that right? - It’s the Narcotics Unit’s problem.
But if it’s not on their list, then it’s not their problem either.
So we just ticket lawn littering?
Let the Health Inspector handle it.
This is a marginal issue.
We won’t waste time on it.
- A smoke, chief? - Ah, with pleasure. - After you.
NATIONAL PUBLIC PROSECUTOR
Mr. Prosecutor, we had a meeting about the legal high problem.
Go ahead.
You can’t go in, boss is busy!
- Stop! - But… Hey! - Leave me alone.
- I said no! - Don't talk to me.
- Hey! Stop! - Hello!
- Boss, I told her she can’t go in here. - We need to talk.
There’s this thing…
My old man’s been losing it.
I need to fix it or I’ll lose it.
Listen...
Cindy.
Cindy, you’re cool, I and don’t want you
to take it personal, but one exception…
Yeah.
It makes the company look bad. I can’t.
- You get me? - I get it.
What are you doing? No!
- No. - Don’t you like me?
Not that, it’s just…
Hey, stop… what are you doing?
Cindy, no, that’s not right.
Alright… Fuck company policy.
From now, Bake Szop’s a chain of concept stores.
History is being made, and you too…
You’re part of it! Champagne, now!
You’re a fucking part of it!
This whole country will be ours! All of it!
We’ll take over this damn little country!
Cheers!
Dawid Batko and his Bake Szops are taking over…
A young-generation businessman…
TASTE WHAT’S LEGAL...
Dearly beloved...
What does living with dignity mean?
To live well.
Is it dignified...
...to slave for hours just to make ends meet?
- No! - No way.
Is it dignified... ...to take crap from your boss?
- No! - Or that...
...your wife left you for a man who can afford vacations?
- Huh? - No!
God bless you.
Now imagine you can afford it!
Afford a new car, a fancy dinner,
a TV bigger than your neighbor’s!
- Would you like that? - Yes!
It’s simple.
Tell me, how long would you...
...have to work for that?
Hm? And you?
To earn that? A month? A year?
- God bless you. - I make that in a day!
You can too!
Just join my chain, open your Bake Szop!
Fuck!
This is your idea of a marginal issue?
They’ve opened shops in five cities this month.
In Warsaw, Kra…
Krakow, the Tricity, Lodz, and Wroclaw. Marginal, my ass.
Why bother?
At this rate, they’ll be in every province’s capital by year’s end.
- Don’t you see? - No law against it.
We’ll step on someone’s toes again.
When do you retire?
Drop it!
Give me a few men.
I can’t figure you out.
At the party you stared at me, but didn’t come over.
Then, when everyone’s scared to death, you put the cops in their place.
And now you invite me here.
Don’t you like it here?
I do, but to get a table here you have to book months in advance.
We haven’t ordered yet.
A token of my gratitude for these special moments.
My specialty, ma’am, Mr. Wonka.
- Have a lovely evening. - Thanks.
Do you know that guy?
- Just by sight. - Alright then, Mr. Wonka.
Time to lay your cards down.
- You know Bake Szops? - Yeah.
That’s me.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
You make that shit?
Why “shit”?
I give people joy. You saw how hyped they were.
Yeah, I’m totally hyped.
What’s your problem?
Have fun, Mr. Wonka. Farewell.
Guess you’ve got the wrong door.
That was a bust, huh?
May I?
Now what? You gonna show me your kingdom, Mr. Wonka?
- I don’t know what you’re talking about. - No? - No.
Too bad.
I thought we could turn the night around.
What do you say? Shall we go for a ride?
Got a golden ticket?
Now, be a dear and…
Get lost.
I want to invest in young art, emerging painting, for instance.
What’s up, buddy?
You’ve got me mixed up.
Don’t think so. Do the guys know you’re trouble?
- Huh? - One more word.
Or what?
Or I’ll get your ass.
I already got yours.
- Hey. - Yeah?
No smoking in here.
Worried about your seats right now?
Yeah.
Pull over.
- Maybe I’ll drive somewhere… - No. Here.
Okay.
Thanks for the ride.
Cindy! Fuck! Cindy! Hey!
What’s wrong? Hear me? Hey!
Come on, come on. Okay.
Easy. Relax.
Out. Now. Out!
- What’d you take? - Bro, what didn’t we take?
- Focus! Fuck, focus! - You crazy?
- What now? - I’m taking her to the hospital.
Wait, fuck, wait!
Easy, easy.
Easy. Fuck!
We’re on our way. What?
Bro, if she dies there, it’s murder.
What’ll you tell them? Just dump her!
- Anything else? - She might be fine.
Easy.
Easy, we’re going to the hospital.
They’ll take care of you.
They’ll help. Keep fucking breathing.
Keep breathing.
Open your mouth, breathe, breathe.
It’s gonna be fine.
What do you want?
Bro, Diamond called. We’re getting raided at midnight.
- What? - They updated the list.
- Which products? - What?
Which ones are on it?
Green, Coco, and Apollo. The rest is fine.
- Can we delay it? - No way, how?
So what now? Fuck.
Shut the shop, dump everything.
Man, there’s a fuckton, how?
Fuck!
Close the shop. I’ll go to the hospital, then back.
Fuck!
- Fuck, come on! Here! - Move!
Ready in ten! All cabinets are clear.
- One minute left! Now! - No chance!
- Fuck! - Flush it!
- It’s clogged! - Then unclog it!
- We’ll suffocate! - The door!
Fuck!
Down! Hands on head!
Spread your legs! Wider!
What are you staring at? Legs wide! Head down!
- Follow orders! - Hands on head!
Hands!
Moving out!
This is a warrant.
- In case you didn’t know. - Except...
None of our products contain anything on the list of controlled substances.
Yeah? How’d you know?
Probably old product ingredients.
- Don’t resist! - What did I do?
A fucked-up country! Is unclogging toilets illegal too?
Yeah? What clogged it?
If I tell you, you’ll bust me for insults.
You think you’re funny?
Clear!
So, nothing.
- Are we done now? - Team, exit!
Guys… He’s had a day.
Next time, come without a warrant.
I’ll make tea.
We’re seizing the rest.
- By what right? - Because I can.
I’ll keep investigating till the list updates.
So say goodbye to it.
- Stop! - ID.
That’s why I’m here. It’s in this gentleman’s car.
On the ground.
You’re covering my dry cleaning and the cab fare?
I’ll wait outside.
Dawid, hey!
It’s hot in here.
Bro, we looked for you all night. It’s all good.
I’m closing this.
We have a small problem.
One compound’s missing from the list.
The guys checked. In what went to storage,
it’s in Mamba, The Last Phase, The Big Bong, and Halinka.
I left a dying girl at a bus stop.
I was driving her to the hospital,
but that slacker called, raid incoming, so…
What are we even talking about, huh?
- What the hell are we even talking about? - You’re welcome.
Calm down.
I don’t want to.
- Did anyone see you with her? - No.
- Was she alive when you left? - I don't know.
- Okay.
- I’m sure someone helped her. - Please.
- You meant well… - Please, stop pissing me off!
Please. Don’t piss me off! Jesus!
Dawid.
Franciszka called hospitals, morgues, police, guards.
Let me help you, Ma’am.
I understand you’re upset.
Please, this isn’t a toy.
You thinking what I’m thinking?
On the night they update the list,
coincidence: you find a dying girl in your office.
Driving her to the hospital... Coincidence: raid at your company.
Then the list you got tipped about... One compound missing.
Coincidence: it’s in your products,
a few kilos of which are now at the station with your name.
In my professional opinion, someone’s fucking you over.
What now?
They’ll make it high-profile.
Ideally, what they seized turns out legal.
Of course, I’m not suggesting anything.
All right.
I checked three times.
It matches the protocol, word for word.
So...
If they play it right, they’ll bake a shortcrust pastry.
Ha.
Quite a mess with the prosecutor’s daughter, huh?
- How so? - Cindy.
- Cindy is the prosecutor’s daughter. - How do you know?
Maciek told me.
Guys!
- Get that in the car. - Uh... just this cart.
- Why? - I have a plan.
Guys!
Wait!
What the fuck is up with you? Are you out of your mind?
It was supposed to match, down to the art.
What are you dragging me into?
I won’t watch my daughter grow up from prison. Fuck off.
Take it back.
Hey!
This could send her to Harvard.
Dang.
- Bring it inside. - Bro, you’re the man.
Come on, move.
I’ve been thinking about the raid.
Inside, now.
Yeah?
I mean Paula.
She shows up the same night. Doesn’t that seem off?
No.
Why didn’t you tell me Cindy’s the prosecutor’s daughter?
So what?
So what if the girl who almost died here is his daughter?
Is there something else I don’t know?
- Why’s Diamond calling you? - No idea.
You know what puzzles me most?
Did he not know the ingredients,
or did you not pass them on?
- You’re out of line. - I’m out of line?
Fine. Don’t bring up Paula. Off-limits.
Fuck, you’re hurt.
You’re hurt that she chose me.
- We’ve been friends since we were kids. - That’s why I trusted you.
- So you think I... - I think I can’t trust you anymore.
If I made a move, she would be mine.
Get the fuck out.
- This… - Yeah? - …is Masha Laikouskaya.
- Do you know her work? - No.
Her work is like a memory of childhood, bouncing back from trauma, a ray of hope.
- Uh-huh. - Overall, phe-no-menal.
I didn’t realize you knew painting.
- Nikodem Zukowski. - Okay.
His work stems from corporeality.
It’s a kind of primitivism of color patches.
That’s how he calls it.
His works will be soon worth a fortune.
- Nikodem Z… - Zukowski.
Zukowski. Looks interesting.
- Honestly… - Hm?
…I’m bored of this exhibition.
And you know shit about painting.
Nikodem Zakowski.
Marika.
She’ll be great if she makes it to thirty.
Gawlowska, but we can skip her, completely talentless.
- Yeah, wait, but… - But…
The brochure you studied contains mistakes.
She’s only here because her husband’s a big politician.
- Her? - Mhm.
- I’m an art broker. - You never told me.
- You never asked. - I did ask.
Hm. This date is boring.
The last one was exciting, I was held at gunpoint, and now…
There’s no point in talking about art.
Do you have any other hidden talents?
Not bad.
Honestly, I really wanted to meet the collector who bought my wife’s art.
Senator, it’s an honor.
Did you know sake isn’t originally from Japan?
Oh, I had no idea.
They took the recipe from the Chinese.
And enzymes came from underage virgins.
I took an interest in it.
After all, Japanese culture inspires my wife’s work.
- Thank you very much. - Hm.
That’s why I invited us here, senator.
- Please. - Thank you. Sorry.
Please.
Wonderful.
As we discussed, I’d really like…
- …your wife’s paintings... - Mhm. - ...to reach a wider audience.
Who should care about it more than me?
You know, I...
…I don’t take the easy way. I could just sell a product.
- Excuse me. - But I want it to be art.
The problem is, my lab has limitations.
- Not like a state one, right? - Well, you see…
- These are great, try them. - That's okay. - I’ve already eaten most.
- Really, I don’t want to feel guilty. - Thank you.
So… well… you know…
A certain chemical becomes banned eventually. But…
Before that happens, time passes. For paperwork, for legal nonsense.
And if we knew this earlier…
I think we could, firstly, avoid all those troubles, like last time…
…and secondly, I think we both could benefit from it.
Hello, senator. Yes, yes.
Yes, I received them, they’re wonderful. Thanks for the dedication.
The paintings will hang in a place of honor.
Are you there?
Listen up!
How’s everyone having fun?
Hell yeah!
Okay, listen.
Christmas is coming, so we’d like to invite you
to a lit game where you can win
sick advent calendars your parents won’t buy!
From now on, no one leaves the van. Our real target is Dawid Batko.
On the ground! Police! Stop! Turn it off!
Stop the party! No semifinals yet!
Stop, we’ve got new contestants!
Sick crew. Did they cut the SWAT budget?
Oh right, there’s an updated list. So what now?
SALE OVER
Wanna join in?
Maybe we need to motivate the officers?
Le-wy! Le-wy! Le-wy!
Stay back! Don’t come closer!
Stop, stop! Quiet, quiet!
My lawyer’s calling, he’s picking up the goods you seized. May I?
What do you mean?
From the police storage?
No. So what now?
Take care.
Gentlemen, pack it up.
Let go! Let fucking go!
- Chill, it’s Christmas. - Spin while you can.
- Go for it, dude. - It’s the holidays, have fun.
Let’s have fun! On to the semifinals!
Ladies and gentlemen.
This is how entrepreneurs are treated here.
Three months ago, many of our products were seized.
Lab tests showed none of the ingredients were illegal.
And much of what was seized disappeared.
Because legal highs vanished from police storage,
the Chief of Police launched disciplinary action.
Are you insane? Making a scene, inviting press?
We agreed you’d swap the products, not that…
- This is… - Beautiful.
Beautiful.
Mm. Is this for me?
- I don’t know. - So beautiful.
- Really? - I don’t know.
Gimme your finger.
- Yes? - Yes?
Yes.
Wait, wait.
Hold on, I’ll go brag.
Dude…
You’ll be a groomsman at the most epic wedding ever.
- I have to go back. - Then we’ll go back together.
From now on, we work only in this trusted group.
And in these beautiful surroundings.
First, I want to congratulate Ewa, who dismantled the supplier network.
That’s it!
- What’s their stock status? - In two weeks, it’ll be gone.
Watch out.
A week, tops.
Can’t we call other sources?
What do you think I’ve been doing? We’re cooked.
Your enthusiasm’s premature.
- What will he do? - He won’t give up easily.
But is he just clever, or a good…?
Unlike you, he also uses other organs. Like the brain.
Enough. We bought time, but it won’t stop him.
We have to lock him up.
Don’t tell me that’s not brilliant.
I mean… you know…
I’ve never done this before. It’s just…
- Chemistry is chemistry. - You know how it’ll hit?
No way, it won’t work. People aren’t idiots.
They are! They are!
I’ve got a name for this batch.
Chemicals.
Household chemicals.
Laundry detergent, Lysol, dishwasher tablets, rat poison, you know?
We sell double. And do you know what we called this batch?
“Not for idiots”!
You buy dishwasher tablets for 50 zlotys a kilo.
Then you sell a gram for the same price, just in a flashy package.
- You kidding me? - No.
I know how it looks, but it’s all tested. The point is…
Dawid, you were supposed to entertain people, not poison them.
- Nobody’s poisoning anyone. - Do you hear yourself?
You’ve got so much money, you could do anything. Anywhere.
This is my time.
Mine.
Because of this, I’ve got you, friends, money.
Two years ago, you wouldn’t have noticed me.
This is my time. Mine.
Okay.
I just got scared.
Breaking news. The case of the legal highs worth several hundred thousand zlotys
missing from the police depot is heating up.
The Chief of Police didn’t believe the drugs weren’t lost, only miscounted.
And today, he dismissed Mariusz Lewicki from the Prevention Department.
More at 7 o’clock.
We’re celebrating today.
I'm off.
Alright, cheers! Have fun!
- Fuck ’em. - Sweetie...
Ah, Davy…
We shouldn’t be driving like this.
- Nah, we can, hold on. - Ooo! Sweetie…
Ooo… grab me a drinky.
Sweetie, a drinky?
For my babe.
A drinky for my sweetie?
- No cabs around. - What do you mean no cabs?
Sweetie…
If you get me home…
…I’ll give you the world.
Dawid, I love you!
Don’t doze off!
Ooo! Our little car!
Hold up, Dawid, slow down!
Brake, brake, brake!
Bra…! Dawid!
Oops.
Oh! Jesus, finally!
Home! Come on, to the crib, quick.
- Morning. - Morning. Gentlemen, now!
Pull yourself together.
Since she showed up, you’ve been thinking with your dick.
- Let’s get something straight. - By all means, but not here.
No, why not here? Right here… here!
- Uh… remember who pays you? - Not here.
And remember where you got that nice suit and that sweet ride? Remember?
Me. My company. Me.
You stick to that.
So, sulking at me now?
You think I’ll beg you to come back?
Alright, fuck off.
There’s a fuckload of suits like you… Oh!
Louder! Don’t think I’ll beg you to come back, huh?
Get out!
- Don’t stress over a second-rate lawyer - you’re the visionary.
Yeah? Remember what you did to Lewy?
- Yeah. - Nobody can keep up.
You fought with Franciszek over your little princess, right?
- Yeah. - Yeah... Now you’ll get to punish her.
- And what are you doing here? - You know damn well.
- We baked you magic cupcakes. - For me?
Now you can devour both of us.
Ah! Tax Office! This is an inspection!
This is outrageous. Your father was such a decent man.
Please, come with me - the boss is busy.
And what the hell is that?
Marketing questions aren’t for me. This way, please.
SALE: FUCK THE TAX OFFICE / FINISHED
Work is like… some essential part of life, right?
It should give you not just the means to live, cover needs,
make plans, chase goals, but also…
…a sense of worth, yeah?
Like, boost your sense of… fucking…
…belonging, being useful to society.
You feel me? Fuck.
Gummi-Raccoons! Cheap and strong, hits harder than mephedrone!
- You got Gummi-Raccoons? - Do I know you? Fuck off, old fart.
- How old are you, huh? - None of your business, gramps.
- Is it polite to talk like that? - Is leaving your dog’s poop polite?
Sidewalk’s so full of it, you can’t walk.
Alright, just show me the damn Gummi-Raccoons.
- Rape! Police! - Shut it. I am the police.
- I didn’t do anything! - Where’d you get this crap?
- I bought it. - Where?
- By the school. - What school?
- The high school. - Jesus, you think I’m stupid?
You in high school?!
Next to the school is a vending machine.
Fuck off.
- I’d like to speak with Madam Minister. - You need an appointment.
Ma’am, this is an exceptional situation.
There are established procedures.
- Would you like some? - No, not before we go live.
- All right. - We’re on in one minute.
Bake Szop celebrates its second anniversary today.
420 retail stores, online distribution, restaurants, vending machines.
You are the king...
- ...of dope. - Crowned by the media.
What gave you the idea?
I wanted people not to fear arrest for smoking a joint.
I wanted to give them some legal fun.
Who uses legal highs?
Normal people.
People like... you...
…and me, who just want to escape a bit.
Lately there have been many reports of poisonings among youth.
Recently there was news of a thirteen-year-old’s death.
What do you say to that?
I’m firmly against selling any intoxicants to minors.
But some buy them for minors.
To me, those people are idiots.
Thank you. Goodbye.
Madam Minister, please, a moment of your time.
My dears!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming.
We’re here for the same reason I opened Bake Szop.
To fucking party!
Yeah!
Dawid! Dawid! Dawid!
Spin, while you still can!
Spin, spin, while you still can!
People aren’t idiots.
You ruined everything. Turned everything into a dive.
Legal or not.
- I’m here. Zuzia, get up, come on. - No!
- Please leave the room. - ...the room...
Have you ever had such a case… a Black Volga legal high?
- A small package with a car… - …a car…
Looks like she’s got half the periodic table inside her.
- …periodic table inside her… - Shut it off, shut it off.
This is synthetic, it’s a cannabinoid, and it’s…
- We need a reliable source. - Fuck, it is a reliable source!
- Just help her, damn it! - No!
It’s a mix of moisture absorber and rat poison soaked in cannabinoid.
- Fuck, help her already! - No!
- Nobody knows what’s in this shit. - I know what’s in this shit!
- I made it myself, so help her! - No!
- Please leave the room. - Go, Mom. Zuzia, I…
What happened to you?
- You’re poisoning people? - No.
Do you think I don’t know what legal highs are?
Do you think I don’t know what drugs are?
What are you doing to your life?
- Who let you? Who? - Again. Come on, hit me!
Again, hit me!
Why are you doing this? Tell me!
My son…
‘Cause I wanted to be somebody.
For now, in the eyes of the law, everything is legal.
Please cancel my vacation.
We’ll amend the code through expedited proceedings.
But that will still take time.
What can we do?
Without changes to the law… Nothing.
- You still zonked out? - He’s still lit from last night.
Then that’s it. Game over.
Tell me, did you test the Volga? Did you test the Black Volga?!
- Are you outta your mind?! - Answer me, did you test the Volga?
- You almost killed my sister! - Whose idea was that with the last batch?
Who the fuck was screaming “faster, more” the whole time?
‘Cause by tomorrow we need double. Who?
Done!
Finished.
What part don’t you fucking get?
I’m done with this.
- I’m done. - A bit too late.
I got a little lost, but I’m done now. Do you hear me?
We’ll go on vacation, everything… What are you doing?
It’s over.
No, no, not you. Take it, please.
Not you, please, take it. Take it, please, not you.
Using all available legal and practical measures,
I have acted to completely block this practice.
Today, the Senate passed a law banning legal highs.
It will come into effect in two weeks.
Across the country, more and more Bake Szops are being closed.
All services are working together to fully block the sale of legal highs.
A nationwide action against legal highs is ongoing.
Let’s recall what Dawid Batko said yesterday about his customers.
Who uses legal highs?
To me, those people are idiots.
Fuck!
Mr. Dawid, why are you poisoning children?
- Murderer! - Scoundrel!
- Criminal! - For the media!
Get down! Lay on the ground! Hands on head! Legs apart! Wider!
Give me your hand! The other one!
Were you afraid of being arrested?
Serves you right, you deserved it!
- Chief, a few words for the media! - Just a few words on the matter.
You’ll hang!
I promise you’ll rot in prison.
I am warning the defendant.
Anyway, all of you are flawless. All of you are innocent. Thank you.
Let go of me.
Your Honor, excuse my tardiness.
Please forgive my client, who clearly got a little carried away due to my absence.
A scandalous verdict in the high-profile case of the king of dope.
How is it possible that he left court only with a fine for breaking a police seal?
Let’s recall: Dawid Batko is responsible
for building an empire of legal highs across the country.
On today’s show, my guest is…
Will you come in?
I’m in a hurry.