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KILER

And then he left!
He lit a cigarette...

The next thing,
he's dead in his boots.

Well, go ask him, then.

Andrzej G., better known
as "Guillotine",

was killed with a sniper rifle.

There were 4 similar murder cases
just this year.

I'm currently talking to DCI Fish
from the Police Department.

Is there any correlation between
these murders? Is that a gang war?

- Sir...
- In 5 minutes.

- Will 5 minutes change anything?
- I was talking to my colleague.

What was your question?

Is a gang war the reason
for these murders?

There is no gang war.

This looks to me like
a hitman's job.

Are you suggesting
that this crime

is the work of the uncatchable Kiler?
When are you going to stop him?

The police have a very
specific workflow.

How many people have to die
before you catch the legendary Kiler?

"The legendary Kiler"?
Are you joking?

There is no Kiler!

It's you, the journalists,
who made him up.

If Kiler doesn't exist,
who's the one shooting?

Ewa Szańska from "Our TV"
signing off.

A human is shooting, ma'am!

I got you the cigarettes, sir.

Filtered?

I asked for unfiltered.

No one sells unfiltered cigarettes
in this city anymore.

What city is this?

Las Vegas.

I guess the power went out.

Where are we going, if not home?

I'm going to Zygmunt.

And so this architectural
work of art can be yours.

This is what it will look like.
The biggest casino in Europe.

We'll still be the owners.

Officially, yes. Unofficially
we'll hold 98% of the shares.

Do you mean we have to split
the 2% between us?

We've invested a lot in this project.

Please, Mr. Lipski,
spare me all this.

Okay.

The building is yours...

once the money appears
on our Swiss bank accounts.

No, no. Not Swiss accounts.

There's one condition if I'm to pay
a price this high: that it will be cash.

Cash? What are they playing at?!

Cash, baby!

How are we supposed to receive it?

In 3 days, a container filled
with dollars will come to Warsaw.

All you need to do is go to
Okęcie Airport Cargo and it's yours.

They'll just give us a container
full of dirty money? Just like that?

Carlos, who is at the airport
on Friday?

Elviernes? Waldemar.

Ah, Waldek!

Lovely Waldek.

He will give you the access to the
container if you show him...

This.

- What about the other half?
- Waldek will have it.

What's the problem, gentlemen?

No, just... Why would you
tear up money?

I'm not going back to America.

I'm going to travel forward,
where there's more of these.

Look at these damn show-offs.

Oh, man, my hand! Jesus!

Let me go!

You're making a mistake!

Mistake...

...was my ex-wife's middle name.

Get in the back.

- What is this?
- What do you mean?

You're filming losers
instead of the main guy!

I still don't understand.

- What main guy?
- The epicentre of this whole thing!

You're the epicentre
of my whole thing, darling.

Andrzej G. isn't there.
"Guillotine" isn't there!

Who's this?

Enough of that,
I'm freezing my ass off!

Is this supposed to be Guillotine?
This is your moron buddy, Stanisław!

Only you know that, Ewa.

And me, and my moron buddy,
Stanisław...

And tonight, the whole country
will be convinced

that that is Andrzej G.,
Guillotine himself!

Hi there! What's up?

Listen. Ewa and I have decided...

Wait, I need to tell you something.
They caught Kiler.

- What? They caught him?
- Heard it on the radio.

- What did they say?
- That they caught him.

- And that's it?
- Not enough for you?

Hey, Kiler.

If you keep walking like a geisha
you'll finally slip and fall.

Well, spill it.

First and last name, your profession.

My name is Jerzy Kiler
and I'm a taxi driver.

Your name is Kiler.

And your nickname is "Kiler".

And you are a killer!

If you tell me that it's a mistake
I'm going to punch you.

It's a mistake.

Get him up for me.

What are you thinking?!
Why do you think they're here?!

That they're here to protect us
from you? Wrong!

- They're protecting you from me!
- Sir, you really shouldn't...

...beat the suspect up
at a first interrogation.

I've been chasing him for 3 years,
and he says it's a mistake?!

- Jurek, my dear!
- Calm now!

This really is a terrible mistake,
sir!

I can't change the fact that
my name is Jerzy Kiler.

My taxi ID is 7775!

You were good, very good!
But we got you at last.

I bested you.

I'm around
46 times better than you,

and that is why
you'll spend the rest of your life

looking at the world
through the steel bars.

But first you have to confess
everything to the pro-se-cu-tor!

To the Pro-se-cu-tor?
Confess?

What did you think, Kiler?

That we'd send our elite
anti-terrorist taskforce

just to arrest an
innocent taxi driver?!

At the break of dawn?

You think our boys have
nothing better to do?

You've made a critical mistake, Kiler.

You forgot to clean up after yourself.

We found this pretty little thing
close to the crime scene,

where you killed Guillotine.

And hidden in your taxi
a Steyr sniper rifle.

40 people were killed
with this weapon,

in Europe and on the territory
once belonging to the Soviet Union.

You'll get the chair!
The sentence may be suspended...

But for you we'll make a what?!
An exception!

And even if we can't,

you'll never see
the light of day again!

What did you think, smartass?

That the 5th commandment
was a private limited company?!

No way, come on!

You may have killed human scum, true.

But you'll answer for each of them
as if they were innocent.

Come on, please!

Start talking!

Start talking!

You better talk, Kiler!
Talk!

It will make things easier for you.

- Not by much.
- But...

But easier.

You know what?

We'll make a deal with you.
We'll put you in a single cell.

If you decline...
We'll put you in a cell with Shaggy.

Oh, damn!

And you really don't want
to get to know Shaggy.

Nothing.

I won't tell you nothing.

- Kiler!
- Shaggy.

Gosh-dang it, gentlemen!
Kiler recognises me!

I'm honoured.

Make some space, toddlers!
Move it, you starry-eyed turds!

Move!

Mr. Kiler wants to sit down!

He's in charge now,
and I'll be his assistant.

What's wrong, Ugly?
Something wrong?

- Nothin'.
- Nothing?

Ex, move your ass.
Sit right down!

We weren't expecting you.

I'd have them clean up a little
if we were.

They're a messy, stinky pair,
these two.

Thanks.

It's kind of... neat.

Oh, man, Kiler.

Tell us how you killed
that Turkish dude?

In Munich.
I read about it in a newspaper.

- How did you get him?
- The Turk?

- I just did it.
- I know, but how?

From afar.
With a sniper rifle.

Steyr?

Of course. With an infra-red sight.

Wasn't there an explosion, though?

An explosion? In Mannheim?

In darn Munich.

In Munich I used Semtex.

- What?
- A Czech plastic explosive.

Yeah, sure. They were watching
the car the whole time.

What?

Well, I had that thingy, with the...

The thing with...

A toy car.

Radio controlled.

I stuffed it full of the plastic.

I drove it under the Turk's car –
and boom!

See, you jerk?

You'd never think of that,
not in a million years!

Reading's made you
so goddamn stupid...

I'll tell you this:
plastic is a children's toy.

Any moron could plant a bomb.

I like jobs that put me in direct
contact with my opponent.

I gotta say...
The fatter, the better!

But for a fat-ass you need
a dum-dum ammunition.

It's the most fucking effective.

Get lost!

See what you did, Ex?
You spilled your soup.

Where's your sausage?

I ate it.

Well, next time... save it for last.

No.

No way, miss...
miss Ewa.

But mister... Mieczysław,
I must see him.

I'll just say this: I'd let you see
anyone. And I mean EVERYONE.

Even Earful.
But not Kiler.

He's a European level criminal.

We don't have many internationally
famous people. Even amongst politicians.

We really can't afford
to be hiding him.

I like you. I appreciate your...
professionalism.

But surely you understand my position.

Of course. I understand.

It's a shame, but I get it.

Let me tell you about
my other project, then.

It's a series of documents entitled...

- "The Polish Prisons' Pantheon".
- That sounds tempting.

If you could help me
with making a list

of 8... maybe 12 of the
best wardens in Poland.

I didn't know that there's
so many of us.

Well, let's give it a shot.

Czesiek from Łęczyca.

Wait, he retired.
Can he still be on the list?

No, they have to be
on active duty.

Then... Mirek from Białołęka.

But he lost all his hair.
Will that be okay?

No way! Exceptional people only.

Handsome, intelligent, well-read...
Fluent in many languages...

Yes, of course.
Naturlich, jawohl. Absolument.

I know!

Piotrków prison!
And Staszek Alcatraz!

That's right! Staszek!

No.

If only you came here 2 weeks ago...

That's where that big breakout
happened, isn't it?

Yeah...
600 men went running!

How did they even manage it?

Did they get a bus company
to help them?

- It made Staszek go completely white.
- Well, we can't have that.

As you can see...

Maybe just one name, then.

I can make a big coverage
of one person.

Instead of a "Pantheon",

simply the "pillar" of the
prison system. The "salvation"!

- A "star", simply put.
- That's perfect!

"The star of Poland's prison system,
warden Mieczysław...

Klonisz".

Me? Would that be okay?

Well, you still have hair, and you
haven't gone gray,

and you're not retired...

And I haven't let anyone escape!

You meet all the requirements.

But you're probably very busy.

If it's for our prison system's
well-being, then...

Thank you so much.

Guys!

Well then.

Hello.

- My name is Ewa Szańska and I'm...
- I've seen you on TV.

That's great.
I'm currently doing a story on you.

Who would be interested
in a taxi driver?

You can save that stuff
for the commissary

and the other Kojaks.

Don't bullshit me.
I'm not a plug.

The real Kiler is still out there.

I'm just a taxi driver,
my ID is 7775.

I've never killed anyone,

and that moron, Fish,
simply made a huge mistake.

Moron...?

That's right. I filmed you.

You were there in front of the pub
where Guillotine was murdered.

Is staring punishable by death?

I went to that pub
to buy some cigarettes.

Alright, have it your way.
Why did you kill?

People want to know why I killed?
Tell them I did it for the money.

What did you feel when you did it?

Enormous excitement
and the smell of money.

That should keep people satisfied,
for now.

Do you remember your first time?

You don't forget that.
It happened in Tatra mountains.

It was a school trip,
I was failing math,

so I pushed my math teacher
off a cliff.

- I'm asking for real.
- I'm answering for real.

I mean your first murder for hire.

It was. I was hired by
the class cabinet.

Stop fooling around.

I mean the first job you got
payed for!

Kiev. 1989.

Beautiful Ukrainian Autumn.

4 born killers,
armed to the teeth,

and me, all alone, only my
faithful Kalashnikov with me.

- Did you do it?
- Unfortunately – I was K.I.A.

Kiler, start sounding more
like a killer, won't you?!

If someone says
they're a taxi driver

and they work at night,
then that much can be true,

but they're not necessarily
a taxi driver.

You mentioned Kiler's employers.

Apparently, they paid a pretty penny
for his specific set of skills.

Did the police find anything out
about these people?

We know quite a lot.
We'll know more...

- You don't know shit!
- I can't tell you more.

If you won't tell me more,

I'll tell our spectators what I found
during my own investigation.

We know that one of Kiler's
most active clients

was the boss of Poland's
criminal underground,

Stefan Siarzewski, better known
in his circles as "Sharan".

The investigation points to him
as the payer

in the latest murder case
of Andrzej G., "Guillotine".

Any comments on that?

I'll kill you, you... tv-whorenalist!
You're fucking dead!

Not long ago I recall you saying
that Kiler doesn't exist.

That the journalist made him up.

You have to forgive me for that,
it was a professional tactic.

Oh, man, Kiler...
I'll be out soon.

I put aside some money,
just in case.

Should be enough for Earful
over there.

I can chip in.

I don't understand.

Shit, man.
Earful is nothing to the likes of you.

What do you mean?

Since you're already here,
you could take him out.

We'll give you all we have.
I'll literally give you all I own.

I'll think about it.

That's supposed to be Kiler?
I took shits scarier than him!

Is that so?

I guess he scared you shitless!

Apparently on just the 2nd day of his
incarceration

Kiler murdered another inmate.

He choked a man with a salt shaker
in the canteen.

I mean the top. The cap.

So was it the salt shaker or a cap?

The bottom. I mean the cap.
The one with holes in it.

Where are they taking him?

- To a place of solitude.
- Where is that?

- I can't tell you.
- You can't or you don't know?

I know, but I won't tell you.

Hello?

Did something happen?

Excuse me, why have we stopped?

- It must be the fuel pump.
- You think?

I think it's the fuel pump!

Alright. Okay. It's the pump.

Since we've already stopped,
could I mayhaps take a leak?

Guys, my bladder's about to burst!

The real killer has no bladder.

What does he have, then?

The real one has a pump.

But that's already burst.

- What am I supposed to do, then?
- Pee your pants.

I need to piss!

I can hardly hear you.
Must be the fuel pump.

Don't move an inch.
It could be a rescue mission.

We're sending you two sharks
from the State Protection.

- Copy that.
- Let me pee!

- Two sharks from the S.P.
- Who needs to pee?

- Just Kiler.
- Tell him to pee his pants!

I did.

I need to freaking pee!

Good morning.
Which idiot is in charge here?

Me, I guess.

Do you realise whom
you're transporting?

I guess I do.

Great.

Do you realise who's going
to file a report

that the Interior Minister
will read in a few hours?

I guess I don't.

Me.

I'll be the one filing that report.
With pleasure.

I'm sure as hell not going to mention
a fuel pump bursting.

You know who I will mention?

- But...!
- We're taking over!

I don't need to piss anymore.
Thanks very much.

You can kiss my ass!

What did you say?!

Nothing, I guess.

For God's sake!
This isn't how I imagined you.

Come on up, Kiler.

Make yourself at home!

Thinner, take those off of him!

I'm Thinner.

I like you, Jurek.

You're just a regular guy with
a regular pair of balls. Just like me.

Only one thing bothers me.
Can I ask you something?

Go ahead, Stefan.

How did you manage
to get yourself caught?

Listen, baby-face.
You were always undetectable.

You were careful as all hell.
Like a weasel.

Attentive as a June bug
on a midsummer's eve.

I hired you so many times
and I didn't see you, not once.

Everything by phone, by fax,
lately by e-mail!

I'm your oldest client, and I knew
literally nothing about you.

How did the pigs find out?

That's what I'd like to know, Stefan.

Come on, Kiler. Jurek!
You don't suspect me, do you?

All I said is that I'd like to know,
too.

"An eagle's shadow over me,

Soared through the air
just like the wind!"

- Fish speaking. Calling the Aquarium.
- Aquarium coming in.

How's the trip?

They're not there yet.
Some issues with the fuel pump.

- What do you mean?
- Are you fucking with me?

Kiler was taken by the guys
from the OSP!

- Where are they now?
- They're probably already...

What's up, Stefan?

What's with the crying?

You have to be "stronk",
not soft!

I gotta tell you...
I'm all alone in this world!

Alone like a stone!
I've got nobody.

I'm surrounded by bad guys.
All alone.

You're a really cool dude,
Jorguś.

You're a really fun killer.

Cheers!

Cheers, my dearest serial killer, you.
Darlingest hired hitman, you.

"Live through it!
Live through it!"

„Don't let your heart
Turn to stone!"

"We want to be ourselves!"

Wait.

I don't trust nobody.
Only you.

What do you want?

What, I live here too.

Where were you, floozy?

Won't you introduce me to your guest?

With pleasure.

This is my wife, floozy,
and this is my bestest friend.

Don't you worry one bit,
bestie, she's heading out.

Maybe you'd like a sandwich
or some fried eggs?

Go fry your tits.
Do you know who this is?

It's Kiler!

For this guy only "shatau",
only oysters,

He sure as hell won't eat
your moist sandwiches!

Kiler? Ciao!

I'm Gabrysia Siarzewska.

Pleasure.

I'm Jurek.

Pleasure to meet you.

Enough of this.
Go upstairs and wash something.

We have business to attend to.

Ciao.

Yo!

That Gabrysia is your freaking wife?

It's not Gabrysia, it's Rysia!
Her real name is Ryszarda.

Why does she introduce herself
as Gabrysia?

‘Cause she's dumb! "Gabrysia"?
Ryszarda III Vasa. I got her at a bar.

There is no Kiler!

It's you, the journalists,
who made him up.

If the mysterious Kiler doesn't exist,
who's the one shooting?

Ewa Szańska from "Our TV" signing off.

I don't like this one.

She's a whorenalist.

Why are you calling her that?

She's very nice and very pretty.

She's saying bad things about you,
and you think she's nice?

She isss though...

- You think?
- I think, goddamn.

Then I have a job for you.
Get rid of her!

I'll pay you like I'd pay for the
president.

Are you insane? She's a woman.

I don't kill women.

Especially beautiful ones.

You think she's beautiful?

You've never seen a beautiful woman
in your life, then.

Memory... Find...

Sharan here.

And that's it.

Moreover, not only was it
a 4 person cell,

it was filled with buff men!

For this you can go watch some TV.

Listen.

I'm a thinking man,
so I've thought of everything.

I foresaw everything.

I wouldn't be much of a friend
If I got you out of jail

and never gave you an opportunity
to return that huge favour.

Thank you very much.

It would look like
I don't respect you.

I do respect you.
And I trust you.

More than my family
and associates.

What do you want me to do
in return, my friend?

I'll give you a car,

a cool apartment in the city,
whatever gun you like,

and some money to start you off.

Alright. But what
do you want me to do?

Two things. One is small,
the other's big.

What's the smaller one?

The small one is the woman from TV,
Szańska. She's so annoying.

And the big one?

It's a bit harder to do, because
you only have 2 days to do it.

Who's the chosen one?

That one's for later.

Ferdynand Lipski,
9, Podleśna Street?

I want it to look like
a regular accident,

a car accident would be preferable.

That's gonna be hard.
But it's doable.

One more thing.

That Ferdynand soon-to-be-dead Lipski,

has a thing you have
to get back from him.

What thing?

It's a 2000 peso bill.
Colombian.

It's one half of that bill.

It's very important to me,
and maybe even more so for you.

Hi, Kiler.
Got a minute?

Not really. I'm in a hurry.
Already running late.

Just one second, maybe three.

I want a motherfucker killed ASAP.

Jesus Christ.

- Alright. Who's the target?
- My hubby.

I don't deal in breaking marriages.

Ex-hubby. I saved up some money
for this.

I'll be back soon,
you can tell me the details then.

I'll get my planner
and try to squeeze you in somewhere.

The first available date.

Thanks, Kiler.
I knew you're a cool dude.

- Well?
- He said yes!

What will I tell the minister now?

What will I tell the journalists?
The people?

People laugh at you.

You're not even good for
teaching children to cross the road!

Your future in this business
is in your fucking hands.

Now get the fuck out. Don't even think
of coming back without Kiler!

- I'm done talking.
- Yes, sir.

Fish!

You stay.

Do you realise Kiler
is mostly your problem?

- I do.
- Do you know what they say?

That if you want to beat someone up,
you should find a cop and do it.

They won't hit back – they're scared.

They're not scared, they can't
hit back, that's the law.

Exactly.

Starting now, Fish, I order you
not to give a shit about that.

Really?

It's an order!

We need Kiler to succeed.

Not because he murdered
a bunch of assholes;

that's the positive of
this whole situation.

Because the number
of Kilers we have incarcerated

needs to be correct.

People have to feel safe.
And the police need to be respected!

It needs to be, Fish!

Otherwise our we are all
royally fucked.

Get to it!

I need you to be like a Bull Terrier.

- I will.
- Like a Raging Bull!

I will!

Like Tommy Lee Jones
in "The Fugitive"!

- I will!
- Now, fuck off!

...the whole country is searching
for a dangerous murderer, Jerzy Kiler,

nickname: "Kiler",
suspected to have committed

over 40 murders for hire
all over Europe.

Captured just a few days back,

he managed to escape
while being transferred.

Assisting in his capture will be
rewarded

with 300 thousand zlotys.

Did I hear that right?

How much are they charging
for that clown?

300 thousand?

3 old billions.
Split between us two.

Yippee ki-yay, motherfucker.

You talking to me?

You talking to me?

Fuck!

What do you know about killing?
You're an old ass.

Jesus!

Two hard tomatoes.
Two hard cucumbers.

A bundle of radishes.
Hard.

Mr Kiler?

I know you from TV.

- I have a job for you.
- How much is it?

I don't care about about the price.
It's about my husband...

We'll think about it.

Faster, man.
These aren't holy pictures,

stop praying to them!

I got a hint from a bar,
Kiler was there.

Send someone over. What car
was he driving, what did he look like?

I already talked to the bar owner.
He was scared shitless. They all were.

With just a single motion
he took out two buff men.

- Question them.
- They're still out colds.

What a nation, what a people!

I think it's that one.

That's Blank.

He's Sharan's man!
Sharan kidnapped Kiler.

He wants a war?
He'll be getting one.

Let's roll!

Hallo?
Yes, what is it?

Ma'am, I'm calling to inform you
that you're on Kiler's list.

What list?

Well, of people to kill.

Goodnight.

Quiet.

QUIET!
Don't shout, it's me.

- Who's "me"?
- Kiler!

Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you!
Stop freaking out!

- What do you want?
- I need to talk.

Leave me alone. Get out!

I was hired to take you out.

Well, go ahead then.

What are you waiting for?

Shoot me!

Ewa, I'm really not the real Kiler,
you hear me?

Why then?

Sharan gave me this one.
He also thinks I'm the real Kiler.

So does Fish.

Everyone does.
They've printed out wanted posters.

They showed you on TV.
Did you see how big is the reward?

- Have you calmed down? A little?
- A little.

Let's sit down then.

Sit.

You really think I'm the Kiler?

If everyone says so,
there must be truth to it.

I've never ever killed anyone.

What about Earful, the guy from jail?

That was an accident!

In a pig's ass!

If I was the person
you think I am

you'd be dead
for a long time now.

Do you believe me?

No.

Alright. I am Kiler,
but I've had enough of it.

I want to stop doing it,
retire from the business.

- Leave it behind.
- Why?

To be honest... I'm haunted by guilt
and I'm a nervous wreck.

It could even lead to...

...you offering me a drink?

What will you have?

Juice!

Or mineral water.
Still!

I came by car.
I got it from Sharan.

I'm sorry to bother you...

- But I needed to warn you.
- Warn me about yourself...?

As long as I'm Kiler,
you're safe.

- I had to come here.
- How did you get my address?

Sharan did. He's the one
who hired me to off you.

You, and another dude.
Lipski.

- Ferdynand Lipski?
- Ferdynand.

This Lipski?

Yeah.

Sharan hired you to kill
Senator Lipski?

Everyone knows he covers for Sharan.

Maybe only until this Friday.
That's when he wants me to kill him.

Weird.

If I don't kill Lipski,
Sharan will kill me.

Come! Come!
Get over here!

Sit. Shake!

Good dog.
Lie down.

Lie down!

What are you doing?
What the hell are you doing?!

Bad dog! What are you doing?

Bad dog!

Hey, Evita.

Hey.

Morning, sir.

Come on, Thinner. Come.

Let's go for a walk.

Come.

Open.

Get in.

- But why...?
- In, Thinner! In the house!

Out.

Do you understand your current
position?

But I didn't...!
I didn't do...!

See how stupid you are?
Honeyman, how will it be?

Thinner attacked us. Shot our car
3 times from his own illegal gun.

DCI Fish, after firing 11 warning
shots decided to fire back.

He could've shot to kill,
but chose to aim for the knee.

See?
That's the report.

- Please, don't shoot my leg!
- Shut the hell up, Thinner.

I'll answer all your questions,
just please, don't shoot!

Question number 1:

do you always pee
with your zipper up?

- Always.
- Question number 2...

- Why did Sharan help Kiler?
- I don't know.

Kiler was doing some jobs for him.

- Where is he now?
- I don't know.

- Is he at Sharan's place?
- No way.

Then why did you say
you don't know?!

Choose the knee.
Choose it, damn it!

Well?!
Right or left?

I swear I don't know!

Kiler as at Sharan's only once,
and then he disappeared!

Even if Sharan knows where he went
he'll never tell me.

See?

This is the most important day
of your shitty life, Thinner.

You're starting... a pissy life!

You'll keep working for Sharan,
but you'll respond to me from now on.

You're to report everything you hear
straight to me.

Remember:
find out where Kiler is.

Ciao, Kiler. Can we talk?

Of course, come right in.

- It was open, so...
- Of course, that's okay.

- Do you want your back scrubbed?
- I already scrubbed it.

How do you like it here?

It's awesomesauce.

I decorated it myself.
I hired the best Italian architects.

And my hog of a husband
comes here

- and fucks youngsters.
- Youngsters?

From that elementary school
over there.

- I need a drink.
- What will you have?

Vodka straight.

If only you knew
how terrible my life is!

Your life, Rysia?

See?
Even my name's funky.

I meant, Gabrysiu.
Maybe even Gabriela.

Sharan is a monster.
He's cheating on me.

He hits me and doesn't give me
any money.

Do you know the kind of cosmetics
I use?

- What?
- The cheapest!

Look at how I look! I don't even have
enough for a beautician!

- Not even a massage! Nothing!
- That simply can't be.

When I start asking, he says

he'll put me in a plastic bag
and throw into a river.

He told me...

...that I spend too much...
And that he won't give me money again.

Wait a second. I have some
money lying around.

Sharan gave me.

Do you want some? Here!

Go to a beautician.

- 300 dollars?
- Yup.

Are you fucked in your brain?
What can I get with that?

Fucking cotton swabs?

I know you want well.

You're not bad looking, Kiler.

A European...

Once in Kiev, then in Munich...

You travel the world...

You know how to treat a woman.

Right. But I didn't come here
to cry my eyes out.

We have business to discuss.

You're the only one who can help me.

The only one?

What business?

We need to kill Sharan,
my hubby.

What?

I want to help you,
but you need to consider my situation.

He got me out of jail,

he gave me a place to live
and a job.

He got you out
because he needed you

to take out Lipski,
not because he likes you.

He has big plans
regarding his murder.

And me...

I happen to know them.

What plans?

It's about a big amount of money.

A very big amount of money.

- I'm all ears.
- 2 days from now, on Friday,

Sharan and Lipski are supposed to
receive a delivery from America.

He wants you to kill Lipski
to have that delivery all to himself.

You'll kill Lipski, and then
you'll kill Sharan.

So who'll get the delivery?

You, oh clever Gabriela.

No. We'll split it 50-50.

Sounds interesting.
Can you tell me more?

Next time, darling.

Ciao.

Just like that?

She came here, you shared
a bottle of vodka,

- and she hired you to kill Sharan.
- I didn't drink, she drank alone.

- I couldn't kick her out.
- Of course, you couldn't.

How could you kick
a drunk woman out?

She wasn't drunk.
She's deeply unhappy.

Sharan threatened to put her in a bag
and throw into a river!

She can't even afford to visit
a beauty salon.

And you're telling me
you want to stop killing?

And your next job is motivated

by some unhappy woman not having
enough money for a beautician!

- I didn't accept it just yet.
- Why am I even here?

Instead of calling the police
I'm becoming your accomplice!

That's 5 years in jail, my dude.

But thanks to my gentlemanly attitude

I know why Sharan
wants to kill Lipski.

For the danger this puts me in

you're morally obligated
to tell me everything you know.

I'm getting to that.

- In front of a camera.
- I'll tell you what I'm planning.

Two vegetarians, Ferdynand Lipski.
44,80.

I didn't order a pizza.

I'm a policeman.

- I didn't order policemen, either.
- I have business with Senator Lipski.

Since when do you guys
dress like this?

I'm working undercover.
Don't bother the Senator

for the next 15 minutes,
thank you.

Sharan?!
Hired someone to kill me?!

That moronoid?!
That cloned sheep of a man?!

That shithead in a sports onesie?!

- He's nothing without me!
- Do you want to talk about it?

A real fucking lot.

I've had the pleasure of working
for you a while back.

Once.

A long time ago.

How much did he offer?

That's a trade secret.

But if he gave me a lot,
I'd just be lying down...

...over there, on that roof.

with a Steyr sniper rifle.

- I'd stand no chance?
- None.

I'll give you 10 times that amount
for offing Sharan.

Even though he's not worth that much.
On one condition.

I need to see his body
by Friday morning.

That messes with my plans.

It's 2 days from now.
What time, at latest?

I play golf at 7 a.m...
Let's say 8.

- Before breakfast.
- That's gonna be hard.

But it's doable.

- Did you really bring a pizza?
- I sure did!

A vegetarian, big.

44,80.

For two pizzas.

Hello.

What!?
I'm waiting for someone.

Go sit somewhere else.
Did I park in the wrong spot?

It's me! Don't you recognize me?

Kiler! What a shocker!

Come on!

Quiet!
You're about to ruin my cover!

Alright. Sit down,
tell me everything.

You're the one
that's supposed to tell me stuff.

But I need to know
if you're comfortable.

And how's everything going.

Thanks, family's fine.
I don't complain financially.

Since I was rescued,
I received...

7 jobs.

7 jobs? What are you talking about?

Offing Sharan is top priority!

Listen up.

I already told you, this Friday
in the cargo zone

we can find a container full of money.

An unimaginable amount of money.

Since Sharan and Lipski will be
already taken care of,

you'll step in and receive
that container.

What, you think they'll give it to me?
Just like that?

Yes.

You'll be in possession of a very
specific bill.

And?

And, there's a guy at the cargo zone
who has the other half.

That's enough.

Let's say I have that bill
and I'm at the cargo zone on Friday.

- How will I know it's him?
- You just need to take out your half,

and he'll be drawn to you
like a very corrupt hawk.

This whole thing seems
kind of amateurish to me.

That's why I came to you.
You'll figure it out.

Alright, you've convinced me.
Who has that bill?

To be honest... I'm not sure.

Come on, woman!
That's unthinkable.

Maybe you're right.

But so is the amount of money
we're going to get.

- Look. What do you think?
- No, not this one.

- This one seems good.
- You like it? What about the colour?

Where's the salesman?

Kiler, throw us the birdie!

You're "welcum"!

I'm Ewa Szańska.

I'm from the TV, I have
some business with you...

Oh, shit, Kiler! Oh, man!

Shaggy?
"Oh, shit, oh, man"!

- Kiler!
- Ex!

So what, did you manage
to break out?

We got amnesty.
I did tell you I'd be out soon!

- Where did you get that getup from?
- Got it from Sharan.

It's great to see you. I didn't know
where to look for you.

We have your dough
for taking out Earful.

What?
What dough?

What Earful?

What are you talking about?

Listen...

That dark-blue thingy over there...
Can we borrow it for an hour?

Man, for you? Whatever you want,
for as long as you want.

Listen though.

We had a deal, we owe you money.
End of discussion.

No, forget it.
It was an accident.

We managed to get 10 thousand.
I wanted to buy a car,

but I'll hammer out
something here.

Forget it!
Just buy yourself a car!

- Forget Earful.
- Our honour is at stake here.

Alright, you've convinced me.
We'll do it like this:

you'll lend me the dark-blue thingy
over there for an hour,

and I want 2000 from you.

2000 of what, Kiler?
Dollars, pounds?

2000 Colombian pesos
for tomorrow.

- Are they strong right now?
- You're not losing anything.

Alright, you got it.
High-five.

More smoke!

- You know your lines?
- Of course.

Can you see us well?

I can see you both
all the way to your knees.

Are you crazy?

- He's wearing tracksuit pants!
- Oh, jeez. Sorry, sorry.

Alright. Let's go.

I have a suggestion.

Here he talks kind of like...

a policeman from the
Headquarters would,

but shouldn't he be more like...

- just a regular officer, y'know?
- That's a good point.

Say it how you think
he should speak.

I have a suggestion of my own.

Shaggy: stop thinking and start
focusing on getting me 2000 pesos.

Are we clear?

Maybe let's wait for the "magic hour"?

The light will be fantastic
in just a few.

Enough.
Stanisław, go lie down.

Jarosław, get to filming.
Alright, attention!

Stop playing a director,
you have to go lie down, too.

We need two bodies.

Didn't Lipski have a driver?

Where is Kiler?

Sharan set him up
with a condo in the city.

Tell me more.

A condo is a kind of apartment.

It's nice.

Where is it, you dumbass?
Location!

Sharan doesn't mention
stuff like that.

You were supposed to find that out.

I didn't ask you to listen
to Sharan speak,

I asked you to get to work
and find out what you can!

Yeah, but it's so hard!

Come ‘ere.
Come, come. Closer.

I don't think we understood each other
the last time we talked, Thinner.

No way, I get everything!
Anything you want!

Yeah? Do you know
that this is about your life?

- Do you get that, too?
- Yeah, I get that too!

Do you know I could change to 2nd?
And then to 3rd?

- Please, don't do it, sir!
- Where is Kiler?

- I just remembered something!
- Well?

APT 67, 102 Wild Street!

It's good, huh?

I think.

Ex isn't here yet.

Well, then maybe...

We could start the honest interview
right now.

- I don't have my camera.
- Well, we can practice.

My head feels kind of...
empty right now.

I don't know what I should ask you
about.

Hello, Ex.

Well? You got it?

Do I look like a someone who doesn't?
Of course, I do.

- 2000 pesos.
- What else?

- Colombian?
- Of course, they're Colombian.

What, you thought I'd get Cuban pesos?

Well, give them to us!

Give ‘em...
Of course, I will!

You've no idea how hard it is

to get that kind of money
in this country.

But you did it, didn't you?

- Did you or didn't you?!
- I did, didn't I?

If you did, cough it up!

I went to Różycki bazaar first.
No one had them.

Someone said that a dude from Suwałki
has some,

but they thought it could be
Chilean pesos.

I almost decided to go get them,
‘cause they're worth twice as much,

- but then I didn't.
- Thanks.

Then I got this brilliant idea.

I swung by the embassy,
and here you go.

They didn't even put up a fight.

- What is this.
- 2000 pesos.

This is not 2000 pesos.

This is two shitty 1000 peso bills!

Well, yeah.
What's the difference?

Don't say a word...

I'll fix us a drink, we'll sit down
and then we'll talk!!

You know what?

While you do that...

I'll turn the TV on, alright?
They might show something.

Stefan, come on!
It's started!

Lemon...

Olive, tomato...

And it's ready!

Come on!

There's a whole coverage,
you might miss it!

...that Lipski popped his clogs.

You mean, he kicked the bucket?

Just last night, Ferdynand Lipski
has passed away.

One of the wealthiest Poles,

he was the owner of Lipski Trade,
and an ex-Senator.

This is a professional's job!
None of that rookie bullshit!

You should get an award for this.

The police suspect that
the accident was caused

by a brake system failure.

You've made complete
fools of the pigs!

- Too bad we're not recording this!
- Chill out!

I'm actually recording this.

Ewa Szańska from "Our TV" signing off.

- Thank you very much.
- Thanks.

You're a freaking genius.

I gotta tell you,
you don't need another killer.

That's for you.

Thanks.

Now, give me the bill,
and we can chill.

- Do you recognise the wallet?
- Yeah. That's a wallet.

- A wallet is a wallet.
- Doesn't the "F.L" ring a bell?

"F.L"?

You mean it's like "PL"
on Polish cars?

FL stands for
the Principality of Liechtenstein,

I even have an account there
"just in case".

Sharan. This is a recently deceased
Lipski's wallet.

F.L. Ferdynand Lipski.

Alright, give me the half.

I meant... the half of the bill,
not half a litre.

No duh!

I just couldn't come to visit you
empty handed.

Wait, Stefan...

Something's wrong.

Ah, damn it!

You know what?

I put it on my desk so I wouldn't
forget it – and I forgot.

Okay. But you got it?

Yeah! On my desk!
All ready.

- Don't forget it tomorrow.
- Tomorrow? Stefan!

I would never.

Go, Kiler!

- Fucking go!
- What the hell?! You go!

Fuck off with your buffet,
you'll make a mess!

- Oh, DCI Fish.
- Stop! I'll shoot!

What the hell is going on?

- It was Fish's trap!
- How?!

He was waiting at your apartment!

But how did he know
where I live?

How should I know?

What's with the sandwiches?

You want one?

Shove it up your ass,
fucking snitch!

Snitch? I warned you!

Get the fuck out, fink!
Now!

Fink? I could've told Fish,
that there's going to be

- a situation at the airport tomorrow.
- What kind of situation?

- You'd know all about it.
- Didn't you hear me? Out!

Hello!

DCI Fish?
This is Thinner.

- Where were you?
- Ask him about the sandwiches.

Did you get the sandwiches?
What kind?

What situation at the airport?!

What do you mean, Sharan versus
Lipski? Start making sense!

Are you sure?

How are you feeling?

I'll be alright.

Next time don't walk
in front of my gun.

I'm sorry.

Because of you we couldn't catch
a very dangerous criminal.

Won't happen again, sir.
I'm sorry.

Let's go!

Fish found my hideout
at 102, Wild Street.

Apartment 67.

I'm a fugitive.

- Can I sleep over?
- Where are you going to sleep?

On the couch.

Well, then tomorrow we're going
to film our interview.

Tomorrow? But Ewa...

Tomorrow is "that day"!

So, tomorrow's Friday?

Of course. When did you think?

Tell me.

If we have to get up early,
we should probably go to sleep.

You're right.

- Where can I sleep?
- I wonder.

- You mentioned the couch.
- Did I?

Tomorrow is going to be
such a tough day...

I'm sure you have everything figured
out to the tiniest detail.

Of course, but a risk still remains.

Especially if I don't get a
good night's sleep. On the couch.

What, you want me
to give you my bed?

No way, I wouldn't want that.
I have another idea.

What's the idea?

What if I don't survive
tomorrow's job?

That would suck...
Wouldn't it.

Not having put a dot over
this "I" of our relationship.

Well, Kiler.
If we put a dot like that,

I doubt I'll be interested
in you as killer anymore.

Then maybe you could be
interested in me as simply Jurek.

I want you to come back safe
from the airport.

I'll be fine. Just, please, don't make
me sleep on the couch.

One.

The second just in case...
Alright, make it three.

You know what?
5 sleeping pills never hurt anybody.

Alright, the left one is his...

Left. Left is his.

Left is his, left is his...

Left is his.

Coffee?

No, thanks, I have to watch
my blood pressure.

My heart would jump out of my chest!

- ...left shit fuck.
- What?

- I can't drink two.
- Did you bring the half?

Of course I did. It's in my car,
I'll bring it over.

Gimme.

- Go away!
- I'm finishing up!

- Thank you very much.
- Watch where you spray, moron!

I got it.

What's with the cameras?

What cameras?
It's all fake.

Was I supposed to come by bus?

Well, Kiler.
You truly are the best.

What? What?

Desecration?
I did NOT agree to that!

- He's suffered enough.
- Sorry.

Money, please.

Here's your money,
and something extra.

I'm familiar with the
current rate of a Colombian peso.

And this is not satisfactory.

- You want to end up like Sharan?!
- Calm down, kids!

This is Kiler!
He just didn't understand me.

Put your guns down.

Leave us.

Let me go.

This isn't just any peso bill.

This is a magical "open, Sesame" bill!

You're about to become Ali Baba
himself!

I don't want to be some random guy.
I want my fucking money!

A certain Waldek at the cargo zone
of Okęcie Airport has the other half.

If you show it to him,
you'll get a container

full of green fucking dollars.

Enough to share between us two.

- Why me?
- You're an artist. I admire your work.

- Why not just go there alone?
- I have too much to lose if I'm caught.

I'll cover you.

You'll take the container
to the parking lot out front.

We'll meet up there.

Happy?

You're a freaking genius!

Did you have breakfast?
I'm getting one right now.

Well... no, I didn't.
Doesn't matter!

You'll be hungry!

I never eat before a mission.

You know what would happen
if you got shot in the stomach?

A real tragedy.

I didn't think of that.

I can bring you sandwiches
to the airport.

Ciao, amore mio!

Hurry up, guys!

Chill.

- Faster, before he wakes up!
- Do you have any coffee left?

No coffee!

On your marks!

It'll take more time
if you keep rushing me.

Alright.

Turn the camera off.

The bill!

You've done well.

You're a real pro.

Look. This isn't just any
half of a peso bill.

I know, I know.
I mean...

I suspect it's something like...
"open, Sesame"!

Okay, look:

a man named Waldek at Okęcie Airport
has the other half.

If you show him this one,
he'll show you his.

Then he'll give you a container
full of money.

Why not go alone?

They'd catch me immediately.
You're a different story.

I'll wait for you
in front of the airport.

What do I get from all this?

You can't lead a life here anymore.
Choose a country with a nice climate,

I can safely get you there
and set everything up.

You'll be swimming
in luxury the end of your days.

And so will your woman.

Thanks, Stefan.
Time to "go to the work", as they say.

I heard it in Kiev.

- What's wrong?
- My kidney hurts!

It's because of all the booze.

Maybe so...
But this feels like...

Like someone beat me up
with a golf club.

Oh, shit! These are Lipski's guys!

Aren't those Sharan's clowns?

- Yes, sir!
- What are you waiting for?!

- Excuse me, what's going on here?
- They're shooting a movie.

- Then why am I not being shot?
- Fuck right off!

This is a story for ages to come, Ewa.

Everyone's going to be jealous
of you... r camera man.

The sound sucks, though.
We have to re-record it later,

the shots are picked up
with a weird buzz.

Stop pushing me!

We should stop this,
they're killing each other!

Sit...

We shouldn't bother them.

Should we stand up or stay down?

We wait to see who wins.

- Should we fight or give up?
- We'll see who wins!

I think now's a good time to
intervene.

Police!

You're under arrest.

Let go of him!
Honeyman, cuff ‘em both.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you.

And you.

Take them away and call someone
to clean this up.

"An eagle's shadow over me..."

Did you come to get your husband?
You're a bit late.

I know, it's terrible.
I found out this morning.

Maybe they'll let him out
for good behaviour.

How can you say that?
He's dead!

Then who's that over there?

I don't doubt your husband
was well prepared

for a situation such as this.
He was known for his generosity.

Ayayay...

Ewa!

Kiler!

Keep going!

Back up, back up... and...

Don't move. Don't turn around.

I'm not.

Hands up. Drop your gun.

Slowly!

I've seen you somewhere before.

Yup.

That's right.

I drove you through Las Vegas,
when they murdered Guillotine.

The night I killed Guillotine

I realised I'm over this.

It's time to step back.

No one ever saw me,

so all I needed to do was to drop off
the gun and give Fish a hint.

Why didn't you tell me
you're not Kiler?

I told you a thousand times, darling.

- But this man says you are!
- He says different things all the time!

I'm the real Kiler.

You've lived quite a while
on my account, didn't you?

I gotta say, you handled it
quite well.

But it's all...

over now.

Wait, mister real Kiler!

This container has like
half a ton of dollars in it.

Around the same amount as
the national income of Saudi Arabia.

Don't kill us,
and we'll give you...

- ...As much as you want.
- And if I kill you, then you won't?

Don't kill us and we'll give you...
everything!

Shaggy!

Could you stop
throwing my money around?

I obtained it with hard work,
after all!

Show me the container, dude.

Where's the money?

I don't know!
It was supposed to be there.

Where's my money?!

Thieves!

Put that down.

You're not getting away this time,
Kiler.

Fish.

You were unjustly arrested and
incarcerated.

Will you be fighting for a
compensation from the police?

Excuse me.

The arrest of Mr. Jerzy
was a routine police action.

It was organised and dignified,

showcasing the honour of the
policemen involved.

- And the honour of the detained?
- We can't speak of a mistake here.

It was the police's plan all along

aiming to discover
the real Kiler's localisation.

Our country's biggest criminal!

Is it true that you were humiliated
during your detention?

Humiliated...?

What will you do
with your huge reward?

I don't really know yet.
I'm thinking that this money...

...could probably be of use
to the police.

Are you crazy?!
You deserve the reward!

I really need to go. I'm in a hurry.

I think you can get some
decent equipment for that money.

What a noble gesture.

Tell them to donate it to the orphans!

Let's do it like this:

half to the orphans,
half to the police.

- And that's it.
- Thank you.

Let's go.

I'll fill you in on the details
of the whole operation.

Kiler! Mister Kiler!

Mister Kiler!

I live on Wild Street, too.

We have a terrible neighbour.

Could you maybe handle him...?

We managed to get enough money
to pay you.

We'll think about it.

Remember!
About the senior citizens!

Do you have a watch?

I've been standing here all day,
alone like a stone.

- Waldek?
- Waldek.

My shift ended at 4 p.m.

Do you think I don't have a life?
A home to go back to?

I'm terribly sorry.

- I had no idea it would take this long.
- Suuure...

I hope it's the last time
this happens.

Cheers!

What's the meaning of this?

You've switched the containers,
didn't you?

No duh!

- What's in this one?
- Come, help me out.

Hold this.

How much of it is there?

Around half...

...a ton...?

...Of dollars?

All of them hundred bills.

You know what I'm thinking?

That this is all a dream,
and I'm about to wake up.

Wake up, then.

I'm not dreaming...

Oh, God.

What are we going to do
with all this?

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

We'll figure it out.

JERZY KILER DECIDED
TO DONATE THE MONEY

TO THE POLISH FILM INDUSTRY.

HE REGRETTED IT LATER...