All language subtitles for Slepnac.Od.Swiatel.S01E05_eng_SUBT_25fps

- Hi, son.
- Hi, Mom. Is something wrong?

No, only Dad's got food poisoning,
I had to take him to hospital.

Nothing serious,
he ate Uncle Heniek's mushrooms.

He'll be home tomorrow. And he's
telling everyone it was my cooking!

You're sure he'll be OK?
Which hospital?

- In Wojska Polskiego St.
- Shall I call the doctor there?

No, I've already made enough of a fuss.

I'm sorry, Mom.
About Dad, not your cooking.

Be nice, it's December 23rd,
Christmas Eve's tomorrow.

- I forgot. They don't have winter here.
- Where are you?

In Hong Kong, Mom. I told you.

I'll hang up or you'll pay a fortune.
Did you pick up my gift?

How? In Hong Kong?

All right, you don't need to lie
about being away.

You don't talk with your sister so you prefer
to spend Christmas with your girlfriend.

You can disrespect us, but don't lie.

I've got to go, Mom.

- I love you, Merry Christmas.
- Love you too. Bye.

Hi.

God, you look as if you just had
your first chemo.

- Say "hi".
- Hello.

- And what's the angel's name?
- Marika.

This is Kuba.

Take your wings and join the kids.

Is that what you had me waiting here for?

It's cold.

Don't look at those two across the room,
with the two chicks. Don't look.

What's going on?

I slept at Paulina's.

Fuck.

"I slept at Paulina's."

"I slept at Paulina's doormat"?
Or "I slept at Paulina's couch"

or "I slept at Paulina's
sofa in the guestroom"?

Why did you do that, for fuck's sake?

We're grown-ups.

You do what the hell you want then bother
my ass with the consequences?

What's the point?

What is it about her?
There are a million chicks like her,

that like cash, cocks and crying.
What makes her different?

I don't know.
I've got a problem with that.

- Problems is what you will have.
- Hi. What will it be?

Hi. A double glass of red wine.

But make it quicker
than in 30 minutes, OK?

I just don't give a fuck about it,
you know?

I've wasted a ton of energy, dragging
you out of this. I'm fucking fed up.

The worst thing is that
you'll shag her again, and again?

You want to bet?

And let's also bet that by the end
of this week you'll leave your?

- what's his name?
- Excuse me?

You heard me. Pazina, you hate kids.

And falling in love with a whore
is a good or bad thing?

- How's my time?
- Like a racing car!

Shorty has vanished.

He's been gone for 2 days.

- You guys didn't touch him?
- Who's we guys?

I'm friends with mother of his kids.

She'd kill herself
if anything happened to him.

What would I do to him?

Just promise me
he's not packed up in Tesco's plastic bags.

Hey, beautiful.

Don't scare me.

Hey, sweetie.

You're the prettiest angel
at this party. Hi.

- Kuba, Adam.
- Your friend, I know.

- Great to finally meet you.
- Likewise.

So, how's the party?
So you're the prettiest angel here?

Yes, you are! What are you having?
I wouldn't mind a beer.

- Aren't you driving?
- Just one, for the taste.

- I've got to go.
- I hope I'm not interrupting.

You're not. I'll be going.

Will you walk me to the car?

Go, it's cool.

And we'll get us chocolate ice-cream,
OK, princess?

- I'll be right back.
- Let's go.

We're not good friends.

We're bad friends.

Maybe.

We're the worst friends.

Maybe.

You just don't understand
certain things.

I just don't want them.

- That's why we'll never get along.
- Maybe you're right.

Don't worry about me.
Go back to them.

OK. WHEN EXACTLY ARE WE
FLYING TO ARGENTINA?

CHRISTMAS DAY 11 PM

- Yo!
- Thunder, not now.

Bro, we're at the Coco, I'm paying
double plus all I owe you. Come over!

BLINDED BY THE LIGHTS
Episode 5

Shorty,
fucking businessman of the year!

Un-fucking-believable!

What?

These are not income register,
not by a fucking long shot!

It's blind kid's doodles!

- Check it, thoroughly.
- It's fucking African economy!

Even if they were running around with their
own terminals no one could work it out!

- And the paperwork?
- Fucking mess.

Crucial contracts are missing:
lease, security, utilities.

But there's a ton of payment notices.
There. Debts, debts, debts.

He owes Baloon tens of thousands
for his stake in the venture.

- We'll deal with it.
- No wonder Baloon's pumped up.

First deal with this.

Oh, and there's the other
part of the building.

Shorty could've kept
something there.

- Why haven't you been there yet?
- I'm waiting for a locksmith.

He might've taken everything
from there by now.

Right. Or not. It's Shorty.

Hey.

- The new manager?
- She was a barmaid earlier.

- I've got a name, you know?
- Sorry.

Katarzyna was a barmaid
until yesterday.

- Did you steal too?
- More than any other.

I was the only one who didn't. And you're
fucking awesome. Are we open today?

Yeah, we've got that
minimal French DJ, right?

The driver will pick him up?

Yes, but someone called the thing off
on Facebook. And on our fanpage.

- Who?
- Someone with access.

- Then fucking delete it.
- I did, but it just pops back up again.

Of course we're partying tonight.

And we're partying tomorrow.
And fucking partying again the day after.

Put a sign on the door, send private
messages, make sure we're on, right?

- What a fucking mess.
- I know.

- Do your shit, I'll handle the papers.
- Right, boss.

"Boss."

He's going to be doing that every day.
Unless you do something about it.

Speed the locksmith up.

I say fucking bury him, with his kind!

Hey, fucking wait?

That Abdul, isn't he your guy?

You've got a lot going with him, right?

- A bit.
- And what?

That guy Darek shows up,

fucking whacks his son,
the son of your business partner?

Easy? I'd talk.
Maybe scare him a bit.

- You want to fucking talk?
- What about?

- Smells like shit from a mile.
- I've got enough shit

with sending a boy in casket to Egypt.

'Cause the guy messed up
and has to steer clear of Poland.

They'll bury him Arab-style and forget.
It's between me and him.

But that Darek is fucking
with everyone of us.

He came to our whorehouse
with his crew,

drank and fucked for a 100 grand?
didn't pay a dime.

Fuck.

But you know what they did then?
He said: "Let's shave the whores."

- And two girls are bald now!
- They look just like you!

I've got this pizza joint in Bemowo.
They came old style.

Had the waitresses
run around without their knickers.

With fucking families coming there,
at 3 pm on a Sunday.

At the end that buddy of yours
climbed onto a table and took a shit.

People were eating at that table.
Motherfucker!

Let's not fuck around here.
Sack on the head and bury him!

OK, I get it!

There's always time for that.
Haste makes fucking waste.

I can still knock some sense into him,
I just don't know what he wants!

Maybe he's looking for something?
Maybe he got robbed?

One thing's sure:
nothing's sure with him.

But let me fucking check him out.
I'll reimburse Abdul for his son.

Where you live and where you trick
is where you don't fight with your dick!

He's a fucking dick with tits!

Amen to that!

Fuck! Fuck this shit!

What fucking timing!

I've got one daughter!
Everything has to be fucking tiptop!

And it will be.

I've got fresh mussels being flown in
from this fucking? this?

- Bordeaux.
- From Bordeaux, to the wedding!

And you know what's fucking worst?

That he thinks he's fucking funny!
He's having a ball!

- A joker.
- Barrel of laughs.

Fuck his cabaret.

Jacek? you fucking ran with him
in the 90s?

so you fucking deal with this shit.

The 90s were another century.
What's there to talk about?

OK.

- I'll set him straight.
- We take your word for it.

- Just be quick.
- We can drink to that.

- To peace.
- Cheers.

Help yourselves.
Borscht for everyone. Jadzia!

- Talk to me.
- Have you got it?

- Tomorrow, 100%.
- I'm leaving.

- Stay, eat something.
- Work.

Watch out for him too.
Don't talk to him.

Where and when would I?

"Glory be in the Heavens,
glory be in the Heavens,

and may peace reign
here on Earth!

Glory be in the Heavens,
glory be in the Heavens,

and may peace reign
here on Earth!"

OK, go.

Merry Christmas!

Tell me, where is this Bordeaux?

It's real good, bro,
you need to love life!

Then what's the problem?

All's neat, I'm just waiting for coin
from the wholesalers for the merch,

and then you'll get it all in cash,
you know how we roll, we're tight.

And, man, the clip
is going fucking viral?

- Hold it?
- I'll pay it all back. Fuck, what?

I'll take 20 on the tab now,
normal price,

so we keep it fucking tight.
We'll wrap it up, we always do, Kuba?

On the tab? No way.

Kuba, my homey, wait? Give me a sec.

- Bro, whassup,
- Motherfucking party!

- Greetings from the Turkish King.
- What do you want?

Get me some fucking blow,
I can't handle that devil!

Flattery gets you bitches,
money gets you snitches!

Hold on, fucking sand nigger.

Don't be such a hot-head.

Hey, something fucking got you.
Gizmo, what's wrong?

I'll have the blow in a sec,
I'm handling it.

OK, it's really fucking good.
I'll have it all tomorrow,

'cause there's this thing with Sloslouch,
we're chipping in for him?

Come back to me.

They fucking caught the guy
at the scales, cancelled his parole?

Bro, it's tough, he's got a kid.
Do I need to explain that?

- Not my fault your friend's an idiot.
- But we need to help our?

- Hey, baby.
- My Jessica?

- This is Jessica.
- What will it be?

Nothing for me and those two,
or we'll get wasted,

but all your best stuff for Kuba.

- Thanks, I'm leaving.
- Come back sometimes, Belmondo.

She knows what she's saying.
I'll be right with you, my lil' devil.

- OK?
- Have you got the dough or not?

All right. On my honour?

we'll always be taking from you,
word. Always.

For a higher price even, everything,
any price you name.

- Just give it to me now.
- See you.

Not in the middle of a such party!
We'll work it out.

- We won't.
- Wait. Let's go to one place.

- Where?
- To get the cash!

I'll do magic tricks like Harry Potter,
so don't bother! I got this thing there.

- I'm not going anywhere.
- I swear on my mother.

You got a mother?
A mother is holysacred.

I swear, I'll give it all back,
just help me out now,

- I swear on my beloved mommy.
- It's the same old story with you.

Yes?

Let's get the cash, yo,
Like in Money Rush! Come on!

Peace, benefactors!
Respect from the street!

- Whassup.
- Respect! Respect.

- You're fucking flying.
- No, bro, chill.

Guys, this is my friend Kuba.

We've met. Sit down.

It's a motherfucking bash out there,
join in, very nice ladies, your type.

- I'm driving.
- I'll drive you.

Cheers!

All right.

There's this thing
with the chip-in for Sloslouch.

He's with the crew,
it'd be good to give him?

Fucking chill with that Sloslouch...

Better tell me what's up with Bethlehem?
It's your whorehouse.

Nothing specific, why?

You don't want to talk? OK. You will,
before the rooster crows 3 times.

- OK, what's the fucking deal?
- Like I've been saying,

a chip-in for Sloslouch, right?
He's a cool guy, you know him?

Fuck Sloslouch.
Your brain's all fucking fried.

- I know Sloslouch, he's from Bielany.
- You know him.

How much, kid?
I hear those threads are selling.

- Thanks.
- You'll give me a discount.

2, 3 grand at least.

He's got a little kid, he's with
the crew, he's got, you know, family problems...

- There.
- Generosity is rare nowadays.

- Thanks, respect. Let's go.
- You're also collecting for Sloslouch?

No. I'm not collecting for Sloslouch.

So you just tagged along? For fun?

Good evening, gentlemen.
Kuba, sit down.

- I'm in a hurry.
- No, you're not. Sit down.

- What's going on here, comrades?
- A chip-in for Sloslouch.

It's a must to help a bro in need,
sure thing.

Are you a Ding?

Nothing's a must, ever, young man.

I'm glad to see you, Kuba.
I remembered something.

- You came here with this Ding?
- Yes.

- What the fuck, right?
- I'm Thunder, boss?

It's obvious, isn't it? OK?

First?

I'd like some tea?

with sugar, no lemon.

I said: sugar, no lemon. Pascal's law:
you lost it, you fucking go.

I'll tell you something?

Ding? from Cunt Town.

You had something,
but you don't anymore.

But it's all tight?

You had something?
but you don't anymore, Ding bitch.

- Because it's mine.
- Your tea.

You come here to beg for money...

from serious people?

Fucking junkie.

You come here with a dealer.

I should fucking blow your head.

And no one would say a thing.
You know why?

- Boss, I'm good, we'll work it out?
- I'm not your buddy, bitch.

- Sorry.
- Kuba, sit down.

You're not going anywhere. Sit!

And you, bitch, you get up?

and go.

And you wait for my friends.
And when they join you,

you say: "Yes, sir", "Of course, sir".

"20%, sir. Yes, 30% will be OK too, sir."

"And 50% will work as well, sir."

"Thank you very much,
much obliged, naturally, sir."

"Would you like some vodka, gentlemen?"
That's what you'll ask, you fucking peasant.

"Would you like some vodka, gentlemen?"

And the vodka will be cold?

and thick? like pussy juice.

It's cool, boss?

One word and I'll whack you,
here and now.

Let's chat.

Let's.

Kitek, make Kuba some tea.

Sparkling water with lemon, on ice.

I hear Jacek wants to become a landlord.

- I don't know. Talk to him.
- But I know.

I know everything.

He wants to take the building and build
a hut resort on the Bahamas.

He wants to fuck you all.

He had all sorts of plans with me,
and he wants to fuck me too, no rubber?

I don't know anything about that.

I used to work with Jacek too.

But with white people,
not black apes from Congo Bongo,

when you come out of the can
you're still partners.

And somehow I'm not.

With all due respect,
that's between you two.

There used to be this game.
Thieves and good thieves.

- Which ones are you, rooster?
- I don't steal.

I was once in Czorsztyn,
to buy a castle with my partner Jacek.

It's beautiful there.
Ever been to Czorsztyn?

Fuck, they bought the castle
in Czorsztyn?

Never interrupt a story.

You never interrupt the storyteller.

If we were sitting by a fire,
thousands of years ago,

even before the Etruscans,
I could pierce you with a spear.

Do you know what the moral is?
You don't, because there are two.

One from Eastbank, one from Westbank.
The Eastbank one says:

once a partner, always a partner.
Only the Mother is above him,

The Virgin Mary, Mother of God.

The Westbank one says:

what is found
still belongs to whoever lost it.

So, you've lost something.

No, things don't get lost.
They stumble across dishonest finders.

What have you lost?

A lot of things,
because I've been gone long.

I had some blow. Cash to get started.

And someone just came and took it.

Because those guys
sucked at watching it.

But I quickly found out who took it.

Desperate people have a peculiar smell.
Their armpits have this weird stink.

It's sour.

And I smelled this one dude.
They call him Kettle.

You know him? Right.

And that Kettle strangely disappeared.

So did the blow. And the cash.
Just like that fucking faggot.

- And I know you might know.
- You'll find out. It's a small town.

And if I find out you knew
and didn't tell?

We'll be cross.

If I find out, I'll let you know.

Good. Nice.

Fair play.

The rooster has crowed 3 times.
You can go if you're in a hurry.

- Do you have my number?
- No.

You do.

UNKNOWN

KUBA, GET SOME REST! PAZINA

Go on.

- A task force's tailing me.
- How can you tell?

SEAT Toledo, no hubcaps. 3 assholes
inside, what else could it be?

Sorry, I can't help you.

- They'll pull out the beacon.
- I can't, not now.

I told you, get out of the country.

MP

Beautiful! Honey...

I'm sorry. Just a sec.

The hooker got you on video.

SEAT Toledo, no hubcaps.

WK 23455.

Or else you'll be on the internet, naked,
smoking crack with a prostitute.

Police! Step out!
Get out of the car!

Hands on the hood! Fucking hands!
Spread your legs!

You've got no grounds.

If I had slept for the last 2 days
maybe I'd fucking laugh. Cuff him!

Got nothing better to do? Play games.
Scrabble without the board, for example.

A fucking joker. You'll be laughing
when the guys get you in the cell.

- Call central, we're bringing him in!
- Come on.

Let's go. You won't be so funny
locked in a closet

or with a plastic bag over your head.
Down!

- Any Christmas gifts?
- Santa didn't come.

Go to the Salvation Army.

Relax, we'll take it apart.

- You need a warrant for that.
- I'll get it like that, bitch!

Don't blow smoke inside,
you're stinking up my upholstery.

He annoys me. No manners.

- Get a tow truck too!
- OK.

WI 4713 K.

Zgrywus, wait,
central hasn't confirmed it yet.

Get back, bitch!

What's with the dance?
You want to piss? Huh, bitch?

What are you hoping for?

That they'll make a TV show about you?
With Laurel and Hardy?

Shut the fuck up. The Marx brothers
were funny, you've got to try harder.

Jester, come over here.

- What is it?
- We've got to let him go.

- What the fuck?
- He's a government agency advisor,

- his ass is covered.
- Motherfucker! What the fuck?

Uncuff him.

You push blow to deputies too?

Fucking awesome!

- Stay still.
- You heard him!

Don't fucking laugh.

We'll get you! We'll get you, bitch!

Those three fucking bodies
are on you!

We'll fucking meet again.

Fuck... There!

Fucking beat it!

- Uncle?
- The Bethlehem's on fire.

- What?!
- Fucking get over here!

Where are they?! Where are they?!

Went up like a torch.
It's just wood and tar paper inside.

- One big barbecue kindling.
- They found one dead.

- Not suffocated, fucking OD-Ed.
- Have you seen Dawid, the manager?

No, I can't tell those faggots apart
in their fucking skinny jeans.

Awesome fire. Fucking hell.

Dawid. Where is Dawid? Katarzyna!

I don't know. He went out for a bite,
said he'd be back in a minute.

I'm sorry!

Calm down. Go home,
not a word to anyone.

I'll feed him to the fucking dogs!
Dogs will fucking eat him!

Fucking deadbeat!
I didn't promise him anything!

Nothing! He fucking imagined it all!

Dogs will be eating him!
Fucking catcher!

- Who do you mean?
- And who the fuck did this?

Fucking Darek!

Always fucking wayward!
Always has to have his fucking way!

- It wasn't him!
- Who else? Aborigines?

- The owner, Shorty.
- What?

That hipster? That human piece of shit?
Are you fucking kidding me?

Technically he's still the owner.
He's got the contract with the city.

- Ours is in effect starting New Year.
- What the fuck?

He's after the insurance money.
It's an old trick.

Are you fucking hallucinating?

That's why he called the party off
on Facebook.

Fuck me. If it was that shiteater,

then I want to fucking have him here,
today, alive, got it?

Now I've got to clean up your
fucking mess, you morons!

Damn, he's pissed.

Dawid!

- How's this possible?
- I don't know!

I've been here non-stop since yesterday!
I just went out for practice?

- How did he get inside?
- No idea! Through the backdoor?

- You put a man at the back door.
- Fucking hell?

- You put a man at the back door!
- I told him to wait for the locksmith!

- Who was it?
- A bald guy, pumped up...

He worked here earlier.

- Give me your piece.
- What the fuck?

I know where Shorty is.
You're going round the back with me.

- Everything's ablaze there!
- We're going together!

Stay here, you'll recognize him.
Give me your piece.

What?

- I said, give me your piece!
- I've got mine, it's cool.

It's all going to collapse any moment.

It's Shorty's
secret stash with documents.

Fuck, which one was it?

It's open.

Careful.

Fuck, there's fire in here too!

I'll never pay this back!

- I'll fucking go to jail?
- Calm down! It's also my fault.

I wanted to tell you
to start by firing the bouncers.

I forgot?

I also fucking forgot to tell you
that Short would fucking brag

for hours on end about how he
insured this for 10 mil. Get it?

- Have you seen the papers?
- I fucking told you they're a mess!

Fuck me?

Lead on.

What was this place?

It used to be living quarters.

Shorty invited fucking DJs, artists,
wanted to start an art commune.

Fuck?

But stuff started disappearing,
weird things were happening?

Like what?

This was a children's cancer ward
in the Sovier era,

and earlier they killed
resistance fighters here.

People heard fucking voices.

Did you hear that?

Come on!

I don't believe in such bullshit.

There.

It's in here.

You go first.

Put it down! Fucking put it down! Now!

Shorty, we're buddies.

Against the fucking wall.
Here, by the window.

Fucking cuff him to the radiator.
Cuff him!

What?

- Who wants smoke, who wants coke!
- You're dead.

- You are.
- Man, you're fucking crazy!

This is my business.

My money!

Dawid?

English subtitles: Michal Kwiatkowski