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ISTANBUL

Enough. We have to trust someone.

And this gentleman deserves our trust.

BASED ON THE NOVELS BY VINCENT V. SEVERSKI

EPISODE 1

Stay fucking focused!

…his opponent is a kick-boxing champion.

He's been in nine fights.

His record is eight wins, including five knock-outs.

Please welcome…

…Evgeniy Kopytkin!

Yes?

All right.

I understand. Yes.

Give me that.

- Maybe you've had enough? - Give me that!

He tells me it's not my fucking business.

Did he confirm the date at least?

He's in Istanbul now, crawling up the Boss's arse.

I sold Kalashnikovs when that little shit couldn't tell his dick from his hand.

Screw him. We operate as usual.

I'll fix everything with Vasyl.

- Go! - Get up!

- Hit! - Come on!

Looks like we're doing it.

How many trucks?

One.

Are we switching from wholesale to retail?

A special transport for a special order.

- This client, who is he? - Fuck knows. All I have is his number.

Careful cocksucker.

He pays well, that's what counts.

So, see you in the warehouse tomorrow?

No.

Told you to stay fucking focused.

You should listen to what I say.

You'll go with the Junior.

- Take the Colonel home. - Sure.

Mirek!

Hack into the CCTV system.

Get the video of the last few hours so we can find them.

- It'll take time without physical access. - Keep trying.

DISORDERS OF THE OTIC CAPSULE: COMPLICATIONS

MENINGITIS BRAIN ABSCESS

Yes?

Good job!

- You? - No, thank you.

- So you blew how much? - Five grand.

Stepanovych's sure bets, there you go.

The old man was too pissed to notice he was losing.

He won't starve to death.

Remind the old man we're supposed to meet.

All right.

- How's our business? - Kuibov's guys got the info.

The papers will be ready on time. Stamped and signed. As usual.

Stepanovych. Send Irina over.

Yurevich will drop by. He told me to remind you.

That's why I'm having a drink.

He's impossible to talk to when you're sober.

- A new operation? - Nah.

Yurevich thinks he's a businessman now.

He wants to strike a deal with our foreign friends.

Since the deal is shady,

he'll need the help of an experienced colonel.

Yes?

Clean it up, please.

What a shame.

Well, I should go.

Sorry, I left my phone here.

What's their condition?

Good.

Only one folder went moldy after the 1999 flooding.

Oleg!

You'll forget your balls one day.

The Boss will take all the blame. A pensioner's whim.

- No one's gonna believe it anyway. - Or prove it's untrue.

Fine. My people will back him up.

What do you want?

You promised you'd bring it back.

The old man's gonna kill me if something's missing.

…the documents will stay in my safe until tomorrow.

Thirty-seven days.

Of what?

This is how many days I've spent at home this year.

Marta did a quick count.

This is our job.

Even GROM passes used to be longer.

I can't see my son on Facebook only, for fuck's sake.

Emi, run a check on him.

His name's Ömer Alkasi.

Gruz drafted him in from Tuzluca.

Recently, almost 200 thousand dollars got into his bank account.

Several transfers, different payers.

But none of them was Gruz. The salary is a separate transfer.

Okay, I've got him.

The street to the south of the market. The white Escalade.

Can you see the driver?

Who is it?

Too far away.

Who the fuck is it?

Fuck.

Looking for Pokemons in my office?

And I, old fool, hoped it wasn't you.

The last spy they caught here

died in a colony outside Vitebsk

from the type of pneumonia that made his nails peel.

Didn't you have enough? Did you struggle to make ends meet?

How much?

Twenty-five thousand Euros by Saturday.

If you don't,

counterintelligence guys will be proud to announce

their biggest success in years.

We will make a deal.

What's wrong?

Nothing you should know of.

Are you sure?

It doesn't concern you.

Get out.

DEDALUS

WARSAW

It's no coincidence.

The signal was clear: he called for an emergency meeting.

You're calling me to say that some agent felt sick?

Travis is our most important man in Belarus.

- Who's his case officer? - Konrad.

- He's on the job. - So why the hell do you need me?

You need to authorize an international operation.

Go and do your job.

Fine. Take your legends and routes.

Meet him and let us know what's going on.

Well, you're here at last.

We wanted to talk to you.

Did you?

What about?

Nothing. It's nonsense.

It's not.

What is it about?

Your future.

And necessary changes.

Dad's trying to fix me a job in Moscow.

At the Academy of Arts.

It's a big thing.

Enough. We're not going anywhere.

Especially not in this situation.

Situations can change. But such a chance may never happen again.

Dad!

Sober up at last.

A lot may still change.

Right?

PARENTS' NAMES

UNIVERSITY OF WARSAW

INSTITUTE OF SOCIOLOGY, PHD STUDENT

PHD THESIS: BELARUSIAN ALTERNATIVE MUSIC

DEDALUS

MINSK, BELARUS

OKTYABRSKAYA METRO STATION

THE PALACE OF THE REPUBLIC

NIAMIHA STREET

TEREMARK RESTAURANT

STATE ACADEMY OF MUSIC

You know, I had this beautiful dream.

I'm in Cuba. The sun is shining.

Cuban music. Latino rhythms.

- Light? - No, thanks.

I'm sitting in a bar. Alone.

And I see this brunette, with long curly hair.

A shapely butt in red shorts.

Dancing ciabatta or some other fucking bachata.

I don't want to hear what happens next.

Fuck that.

What matters is what I thought after I woke up.

That I should respect and value myself.

Fifty grand.

Today.

- You said… - But now it's twice as much.

I need more time.

And I need tickets to fucking Cuba.

There's this thing.

I need to borrow some money.

Why? You drunk your winnings yet?

It's a bigger stuff.

How big?

Fifty thousand.

- Rubles? - Fucking kopeks.

Euros. Fifty grand.

What the fuck do you need that for?

There's this deal. But time's running out.

- Why don't you ask your father-in-law? - Will you lend me the money?

- He's got lots of dough. - Vasyl!

You will or you won't?

Sure. So Stepanovych doesn't know about your 'deal'.

He'd be sorry to find out

that Nadia's fiancé got into debt before the wedding.

You've forgotten, prick, who lets you run this fucking shambles?

You're fucking nuts!

- What can I get you? - Nothing, he's leaving.

So? Shall we go?

This is the last order.

Then, I don't want to see you ever again.

Who are you? Walter White?

- Who? - Never mind.

- Why the fuck do you need these clothes? - You'll see.

- Got the papers? - Yes.

They look perfect.

Everyone's gonna buy that shit.

What the fuck is that?

Anthrax.

They might fucking kill us for that, you know?

Stop this bullshit.

The papers are fine, the money's fine.

Who's interested in this junk anyway?

Go on, load it up!

Take this to the club.

Tomorrow, I'll tell you where to drop it.

Pull over.

Enough!

Let me take a piss, for fuck's sake.

Your guys are terrible skinflints, eh?

If Kuibov has to save your arse…

- This is my business. - There's no 'your' business.

Unlike you, Kuibov knows

you don't piss on the hand that feeds you.

And he knows who he works for.

So your guys should start paying.

Kuibov knows how to recover his debts.

When we finish the job, I'll pay him back.

From now on, your share ends up in my pocket.

My silence costs a lot.

- I've already bought it. - It was the first instalment.

Time to pay the next one.

Do I have a guarantee you won't snitch out on me?

No.

You must be a good boy and do what I tell you.

- But first of all… - You've become greedy.

…you'll disappear from Nadia's life.

Tomorrow, you'll pack your stuff and you won't go near her ever again.

The baby will never know you existed.

Nadia is young. She'll go to Moscow.

She'll settle down with someone normal.

And if I see your things in her home tomorrow,

I'll fucking kill you with my own hands.

Subtitle translation by Magdalena Cedro and Tomasz Leszczyński