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Whoo!

- Right there! Look, over there! - Hey!

- Oh, stop it now. - Dawid… Aah!

Watch out!

- Whatcha doing, man? - Come on, keep fucking going!

Let's go! Come on, dude!

- You're fucking crazy. - Whoo!

- Let's fucking go! - Okay, enough.

Whoo!

How about the fucking blinker, motherfucker?

Hey, fuck you!

- Whoa, easy! - Whoa!

You're out of your fucking mind. Come on, slow down.

Who the fuck gave you a driver's license?

When are you getting the results? Huh?

Your results, when?

Fuck!

- Whoo! - Friday. I'll get the results Friday.

Why are you even fucking around with medical school?

Look, look, look, look!

- Look there. - What?

- Is that them? - I don't know. I can't see.

I don't think so.

- He got a sweatshirt? Here, look inside. - I can't see.

- Closer, closer. - I…

Are you trying to crash, man? Hey! Hey!

- He had a sweatshirt. - What? No, he didn't.

- Yes, he did. - There's no sweatshirt.

- Look fucking closer, dude. - I can't see.

Here. How about now?

Golden!

Oh!

Whoa!

Who dares wins.

Whoa!

He tried to fuck me in the ass!

Motherfucker!

Hey! Fuck!

Whoo!

Come on! More! More!

Enough, Golden. Golden, enough. Enough! He's had enough, Golden.

Enough now.

Hey. Stay down, guys!

- Hey, you all right? - Yeah.

Don't get up.

- Want an ambulance? - Go fuck yourself, dude!

Ha! Ha!

Dawid!

Didn't I tell you?

- Look, it is them. - Yeah.

No…

Take off that sweatshirt, man. I said, take it off!

Take it off!

Furio, Furio, Furioza!

Furio! Furioza! Furio, Furio, Furioza!

Furio, Furio, Furioza!

Furio, Furio, Furioza!

Furio, Furio, Furioza!

Furio, Furio, Furioza!

The Ants are a thing of the past now!

- Thank you. - This fucking city is ours now! Whoo!

Dude, your ass is on fire!

- Olo! - Mimi, Mimi, Mimi!

- Mimi, Mimi, Mimi! - Olo! I called you!

- Baby, I called you. - We were supposed to go to the movies.

- I bought two tickets. - Mm-hmm.

But you can see a movie twice, am I right?

- Hold on. - Or the sequel too.

- You just decided to come out? - Yeah.

Come here, bro.

Give me one.

- Whoo! - Whoa!

Oh fuck!

Those are some nice fucking tats, bro!

- Wait, who did all this ink, bro? - Your fucking mother?

My mom can do better.

- Oh wow. - Fuck.

Sexy.

- Hey, hey, what… - You know what I'm thinking, guys?

I wish all these motherfuckers would go straight to hell, you know what I mean?

All of 'em.

Wait, Krzywy. Just tell me.

What the hell did those poor shipbuilders and dockers ever do to us?

Dumbass!

Buła, what I'm saying is that I think those Ants should burn in hell.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Kaszub.

- From Kashubia! - There's my bro! Bring it in!

Whoa.

Let me go, man.

- What a fucking cowboy. - Dawid, come on.

Fuck me.

Why don't you just buy a tent and go to Woodstock, man?

Look at you. Fuck me, man. Are you fucking nuts?

What the hell did you do to yourself? Look at you!

Fine. I'll go to Woodstock and I'll sing my ass off.

The time for slumber is over!

We are Furioza, and we're always at war!

Respect to our brothers and fuck the police.

- Yeah, fuck the blue! - All right.

- We're Furioza! We've got tradition! - All right, all right. Enough. Chill out.

Listen, uh… The Ants have…

You've seen their crew sweatshirts, haven't you?

Yeah.

- Well, going forward, we have ours. - No way.

Holy shit!

- I ordered 17 of them in total. - Yeah, come on!

But for now, that'll be enough.

Some of you still have to earn the right to wear one.

Like my brother did.

Well, well…

Golden.

Everyone only gets one sweatshirt. Krzywy.

- Buła. - There's one for Buła.

- Here, take it. Take this from me. - I'm gonna go shirtless from now on.

- One for you. - You'll recognize me even without this.

- Gołota fights shirtless as well. - Who? That wimp Gołota?

You're a fucking wimp. How about that? Has anyone even fucking heard of you?

Everyone's heard of Gołota.

Everyone talks about him.

And he was a guy who came from the blocks just like us.

He didn't have jack shit.

And he rose to the top on his own.

- And he toppled over quickly too. - Yeah.

He may have been defeated in the end.

He still kicked Lewis's ass. That's what matters.

Kicked his balls.

I'd rather spend one year living like a tiger

than a lifetime as a pussy.

Why hold anything back, right?

Yeah, why hold anything back?

Oh.

Oh…

Well, you played the game and you lost.

- Hey, do something. - Oh fuck.

You'll see.

Because soon, all the hooligans in all of Europe

will know who we are. They'll all know.

Yeah.

- Whoo-hoo! - Whoa.

Calm down, Golden!

Golden! Golden!

Is that him?

You were supposed to confirm it was him.

You hear me? Golden!

They're good too. I mean, you can fry them in a pan with some garlic.

Golden. Is that Kaszub?

Shit!

Dima.

Listen to me. Listen. It's not him. You hear? It's not him!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

No. No. No.

Fuck!

Wait! No!

Come on, let's go!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

All right, let's go.

- Come on! Let's go! Now! - Leave me! Let me go!

What are you doing?

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

Faster, faster!

Go!

Go to the forest! Now!

Let's fuckin' go. Go! Go!

Golden, where the fuck are you?

Golden, can you hear me? Say something.

We are in the parking lot already.

Where are you? Where?

- I'm here. - What do you mean you're here?

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

We're not gonna wait for you. You have ten minutes.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

We need to keep moving, boys! Come on. Faster.

Faster.

He was supposed to live. That was the deal.

And now he's dead. Because of you.

You stabbed him to death.

Huh?

You hear me now?

So, this is all on you. This is your fucking fault.

We're still taking all the risk though. You hear me, moron?

The price has increased.

- It's 40,000. - What?

- I said, it's 40,000. - I don't have that.

- For each. - I don't have that much now.

I know that.

You'll pay us later.

Take this fucking thing off.

Get this off of you! What the hell's he waiting for?

- I said take it off now! - Irina, please relax.

- Oh, you wanna relax? - Calm down now.

Hey! Your underwear too.

- Five minutes. - How about two minutes?

- Do you think we… Shouldn't we… - Don't even think about it.

He's a valuable asset.

Please, trust me.

Hm… Whatever.

All right, get in the cars, boys!

The market's a hundred times bigger.

There are no borders there. There are no provinces.

Understand? That means we can do anything. We can sell our product to--

Golden, goddammit. Wait, you bought an apartment?

- Seriously? - There!

See that skyway?

There.

That's where it is. It's fucking mine.

Can you pick up after your doggie?

Hey, fuck off.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey! - Ooh! Huh!

- Golden. Let me try talking. Hm? - Sure.

How about you pick it up.

Do I really have to ask you nicely?

Pow! Pow!

Pow!

Go on! Get 'em!

Grr!

Leave something for me, Kaszub.

Whoa!

Whoo!

Whoa.

You are welcome to come to Gdynia.

But you can't just make a mess in our lovely neighborhood.

- Pick it up. - How am I supposed to do that?

You got hands? So pick it the fuck up.

Waste basket's right over there.

Ah, ah, ah!

All of it.

Yeah!

Wow, this is some place you've got here.

Aren't you pissed off?

That Mrówka's on the Isles claiming everything for himself?

Then he's gonna poach our guys in Ireland when it really should belong to us?

We're gonna be rolling in it--

Hey. Tough bag.

Together, we can do anything. You and I.

Look.

You see the horizon?

The horizon and this city will be ours!

The horizon is ours!

We've got the organization and the people.

We've got everything. Everything will belong to us.

Be careful with this stuff.

All the product Mrówka moves to the Isles, he gets it there, through the port.

It's our port now.

All right. There's a port in Gdynia. There is.

It's not ours though.

Well, we just need to take out Polański.

Take Polański out?

Uh… You're fucking crazy, Golden.

I love you, bro,

but if you do something crazy, I will kick you out of Furioza.

But Polański pays me peanuts.

Mmm. Peanuts.

You got this monster apartment with peanuts? Really?

Golden, tell me. What the fuck else do you want?

I wanna go higher!

I want more. I want bigger, higher, stronger, tougher, harder.

- Mm, mm, mm. - Bigger! Higher! Better!

- Higher! Stronger! Bigger! Better! Bigger! - Bro!

Higher! Better! Harder!

Bro, you could buy all five stories above us and below.

But to me you'll still be just another guy from the blocks. Huh?

"Higher, higher, higher, higher!"

I'm sorry.

You were our brother, Kaszub.

You achieved great things in your life.

And you'll remain a legend forever.

Kaszub…

This is Buła.

I swear, my friend, I will avenge you.

Mrówka is a fucking dead man! I swear it!

- I'll take that pitchfork and stab it… - Quiet.

- …through your fucking heart. Mrówka! - Calm down. Be quiet, please.

Kaszub…

The first thing I'd like to do is apologize.

I'm sorry for not being there.

None of us were there.

I think I'm speaking for all our crew right now.

You created Furioza.

You shaped us.

And you taught us

everything that we know.

Furio!

Furio!

Furioza!

- The Lord says, "My children…" - Furio! Furio! Furioza!

- Furio! Furio! Furioza! - "…avenge not yourselves,

but rather leave it to the wrath of the Lord Jesus."

Furio! Furio! Furioza!

- "Vengeance is mine." - Furio! Furio! Furioza!

- Furio! Furio! Furioza! - "I will repay."

Furio! Furio! Furioza! Furio!

So please forgive me, Lord, for my future sins.

Furio! Furio! Furioza!

INSIDE FURIOZA

Looks like Nikodem Skotarczak's funeral in '98.

Fucking hell, not that guy.

Fuck!

Everyone to the urn, now.

Are you fucking serious right now?

Don't fucking do it, damn it. Get the fuck out.

No, we don't want you here.

Get to the fucking urn now!

Get your asses off this ground.

Fucking hell. The fuck is he doing here?

- Hey, hold on, hold on, hold on. - Fuck off!

Hey!

What the fuck are you doing here? Calm down!

Let this go and fuck off.

No, no, no, not here.

The pigs are watching, got it? Stop it!

Calm down! Fucking calm down! The pigs are everywhere!

Hey, hey!

Don't push it, or the crowd will go crazy…

- Hey, hey! - Don't push me.

Move the fuck in!

Hey, hey!

Move in!

- Fuck that. - Get out right now!

- Get the fuck back. - Get the fuck outta here!

Why the fuck are you trying to provoke us now?

- Hey, stop it! - Hear that, Marcin?

Take that funeral wreath and get the fuck outta here right now.

Get the fuck out, Mrówka. You're a dead man.

I've been fighting…

…with Kaszub all my fucking life!

He gave me all these scars here!

Fuck off, Mrówa!

I don't hold a grudge for any of it!

- Get the fuck out of here! - Leave!

- I'm here to show I fucking care! - Like we give a fuck.

I see crews here from all over Poland!

You came here to say farewell to Kaszub…

because Kaszub was a true hooligan!

And he followed the old ways. He was old school.

Get the fuck outta here, asshole!

Get your fucking ass outta here or I'll fucking kill you!

- Get the fuck outta here. - Marcin, fucking get out.

- Get out of here, fucker! - Get out of here!

These are the colors I stand for!

- Take it and fuck off! - Take that rag and leave.

This is how you show respect…

Get the fuck out of here with that. Just fuck off.

You're a fucking dead man!

…to a true legend.

Marcin, enough, or I'll leave you here, and they'll fucking kill you.

I'll fucking kill you! You're a dead man!

Holster your weapon!

I'll fucking kill you, asshole!

Fuck off! Let go of me!

Where is he?

Before…

Now!

We're at a fucking funeral! Don't forget that!

What the fuck is the matter with you?

Back.

He's going to the parking lot. Fuck, let's go up.

Wait, wait.

Okay, let's go.

…massive crowd as well as crews of sports fans

from around the country.

Police are investigating the murder of the leader

of the sports fan organization--

A fucking "sports fan organization"? Furioza?

Are you fucking joking? Fuck me!

Like we're just some group of concerned housewives.

Stay on him, not too close though. This is good.

He's gotta get out at some point.

And then what?

Well, then you're gonna ram his ass.

Don't worry, I'll get out.

Then I'll beat his face in, and we'll fucking leave.

Okay.

Okay, he's pulling over.

Fucker will come out soon.

Let's fuckin' go.

Go, go, go, go! This is the perfect spot. Now, drive!

- Maybe it's not him. - Do it!

Do it. Come on!

Center of the car. Hit him with the center of the fucking car.

Fuck! Go back, go back!

Fuck me!

Back up, back up! Fucking hell!

Fuck off!

Freeze! Police!

Everyone move the fuck away from him right now!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Officer, how can we help you?

Watch out! Next time you're gonna hit the gas pump

and cause an explosion!

And you guys, why are you following us? Are you fucking crazy?

Kaszub's little brother.

Gas station next to the IKEA. Get everybody here immediately.

Officer, please hold on! Wait just a sec.

- You've got his fucking eyes, for sure. - Yes, they're armed.

Let's go!

They're leaving now.

There's been enough suffering in their family.

Three vehicles.

- A black Mercedes. - Get in the cars!

- BMW, GD 67487 and Audi Q6. - Just let them mourn guys!

The weapons are in the Audi.

Oh fuck, Dzika!

For fuck's sake, get the fuck out of here!

What's wrong with you? This one time, I'm gonna look away.

And you leave Mrówka to the cops.

- To the fucking cops? - That's right.

The police are the ones that handle criminals.

You know, like how doctors save lives?

You wanna kill? You think you can live with that shit?

I want you to get the fuck out of here now!

Quickly, quickly.

So, Kaszub stood up to you.

- Was it you? - Go, Figo, get it!

Milk for fucking adults!

Get the goods. Go, go, go, go!

Time to make a once-in-a-lifetime deal with Golden.

Ireland and the Isles are an incredibly big deal for us.

Meanwhile, you're off playing hooligans, like a bunch of little children.

When the fuck are you gonna see reason, is what I'm wondering.

Messi! Figo's already out of energy.

After what happened, Golden will want war. So I'll give him that.

I never retreat, I move forward.

Oh, sure.

And in two years, I'll definitely be one year sober.

- Go, go, go, come on! - Come on.

Look at him, making donuts.

Kaszub didn't give a fuck, but Golden just wants to make money.

Not gonna happen.

- You'll go far, you hear me? - Over there.

We know Golden loves big money.

So do you.

And you know what big money requires?

Silence. It smoothes out the operation.

- Go, go, go, go. - Figo!

It's not Colombia.

You can't just kill everyone.

Nice.

Come on.

Hell yeah.

I'm gonna arrest Mrówka and his henchmen for 48 hours.

Ah fuck!

Eventually, one of them is gonna start talking.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, I'm sure.

Oh. Want one?

Have patience, Dzika.

Try and have a little patience. Besides…

who knows?

Maybe we can, at least for a little while, put a stop to that little war of theirs.

How about it, Dzika?

Tell me, you think we can do that? Ah, fuck me!

DON'T WAIT, ACT

Or…

maybe not.

Attention, everyone.

We don't have any security camera footage from the crime scene.

There's beeping in the recording at the time of the murder.

We need to figure out what it is. We're gonna work around the clock.

Mmm…

Police!

- Police, don't move! - Hello?

Mrówka, I'm on parole, I can't get busted!

Calm down. I'll hide you in Dublin. I'm gonna need you there anyway.

- See you there. - In Dublin?

Stop right there!

- Stop now! - Get on the floor!

Get on the ground!

Get down!

Get down!

Police!

All clear.

Where's Mrówka?

Mr. Mrówka.

He said he's gonna pay you a visit himself.

What's up?

Should we grab him?

Do we have a warrant to enter and search the apartment?

Hello, Madam General. Sandwich?

Hah?

Police, police

The police was made to be fucked

Fucked in the morning Fucked in the afternoon…

What the fuck's the matter with you?

This is a round up, not a fucking concert hall.

Police

The police was made to be fucked…

- Why don't you get the fuck out of here! - The fuck you looking at?

To be fucked all day long!

- Fuck off! - Police, yeah!

- The police was made to be fucked - Police, yeah!

Mr. Kondrad…

Tell me when you saw Kaszub last.

Uh, the region Kashubia? Or like the guy?

Uh… Damn, I can't remember. You know what, officer?

I've got everything in my diary. If you can go and get it. It's on my desk.

Or maybe that woman could grab it there.

- I can give you my keys. - Let me switch tracks for a moment.

What were you doing on July 1st at 9:00 p.m.?

At 9:00 p.m., what was I up to?

Think I was doing some yoga. Vinyasa.

It's called "Sun Salutation," and I was doing the… the pig position.

The Anthill's in Gdańsk in Kashubia.

Furioza's nearby in Gdynia.

And then right next to it is Sopot, a truly evil city.

Yeah, it's really bad news.

And all three of those cities are in Kashubia.

You can't kill a region, so I'm confused as to what you're really after.

I was doing yoga that night. You ever done yoga?

You think…

it's so easy to rule?

You're just not cut out for it.

Come again? The night of what and what? Can you repeat the question?

Oh, what happened? Did the baby make a mess of himself?

What's wrong? You drop something?

In that case, gentlemen, you can clean that up now.

As well as this shit right here.

There.

There, let me add this shit to the pile. Now, you can clean all this up.

You can even fucking eat it if you want. Fuck that. Clean it up now!

Fucking hell! Hoo!

So, I was turning that little propeller just like this.

Mrówka. We had him at the station.

You fucked it up though.

You're a fucking liability, you know that?

All right, let's bury him now.

No!

Not in a hole.

I like stargazing.

- Ever since I was young-- - Motherfucker!

You want to act like a clown? You wanna be a fucking jokester?

Is that it? You laughing now, motherfucker?

Your friend is spilling his guts in the other room, you know that?

Yeah, he's cutting a deal. You are spouting bullshit…

You've got shit on me.

If he's spilling his guts, why the fuck are you holding me?

Jacek!

- Lawyer! I want a lawyer right now! - Jacek!

- Inspector! - A lawyer! You got that?

- You fucker! - Fucking close the door right now!

Jacek!

What the fuck you want?

Yes?

- Good morning. - Morning.

Hi there, Marta.

Everything okay, Konrad?

- Oh, everything's fine. - Yeah, he's great.

Marcin Mrówczyński was supposed to report for interrogation.

Holy Shit, Jacek.

Come in.

Please enter into the records that my client appeared for questioning

of his own volition.

He will testify, of course, but only with me present.

And without the use of any coercive measures whatsoever.

Yes, and…

I'm anticipating your question,

Madam General, about what I was doing the night of July 1st after 9:00 p.m.

Well, I was in church.

They were having a BDSM party.

Also, Madam Admiral, I would like it entered into the record

that I hate priests.

I want to be clear that I hate those fucking pedophiles,

who ass-fuck kids and surround themselves with politician cunts for protection.

- Why don't you arrest them for a change? - Mm… Which ones?

Arrest all of them, Jacek.

There aren't enough prisons in Poland.

For fuck's sake, Dzika.

So I killed Kaszub, right?

Then, I left my pitchfork, with no fingerprints,

but a pitchfork has to mean Mrówka, right?

That's fucking nuts.

Well, Jacek?

Tell me, do you really believe I'm that much of a fuckup?

Hey, Dawid.

Is that enough?

Water.

Blech, fuck.

It's just like in school.

You always pour the acid into the water, not the other way around.

Who's got the gasoline?

Ha!

Yeah!

Thanks to my own vigilance, as well as God's grace,

which as we know, favors only the chosen among us,

we're finally starting to make use of what has always been ours.

We will avenge Kaszub, just like I promised we would.

Hello, Golden. Where do you want to go today?

Come on, dude, hurry up. Get a move on.

Let's go, let's go, let's go! The yellow van.

- How do you look up with this? - Pull down.

- Fuck. How can down be up? - Up is down, and down is up. Easy.

- So then right is left? - No, right is right.

And how do you shoot?

Watch out.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Absolutely.

Mm. I can see that.

How much longer will they be here?

Just a while longer, a couple of days.

Mm.

All right, give us the update.

I've been tracking the phone

which was right near Polański's bodyguard's phone for a quite a while.

Eh?

This is the text message it sent.

"They finally got me. You know who. My dear son, good night to you"?

The fuck is this? Why're you showing me this?

This is an old gangster on his way to being executed,

so of course he's gonna write that and give us nothing.

How about something useful? Something more concrete.

Where did Polański text from? What was the number?

That's the information we could use.

The number he texted to

logged in every ten minutes from a… different continent.

We're fucked. That's what that means. We've got nothing.

Wait, right here. Look at this text.

It was sent from near this shooting range right there.

- Well? - Nothing, there are no traces of blood.

Look, they even changed out the carpeting.

This is how dinosaurs go extinct.

The last of the original gangsters of the '90s is finally gone.

Out with the old, Dzika, and in with the new.

There's no way we're stopping now.

I'll check security footage nearby.

- Surprised? - Come out and fight.

- Guess who's laughing now, pussies? - There's five of us.

The port is ours and it always was.

Say hi to Mrówka.

- Go! - You're getting off easy today, Figo!

Now, fuck off to Gdańsk. This port is ours. You got that?

Get the fuck out!

Whoo!

Polański was an old fart.

Yeah.

He was a real prick, if we're speaking frankly.

Mm. Yeah, you're right.

And I?

Well, you're a completely different story.

MILKY WAY

- They blocked us in the port. - It's not our fault.

- Golden? - Golden and Krzywy.

And the whole Furioza gang.

Keep talking.

There were too many of them.

Why didn't you take anyone else if you were going to the port?

- We always go in twos. - Fuck!

We've always gone in pairs.

- Don't do it! - Fuck!

Wait! No! Don't fucking do it! Wait!

Fuck that motherfucker Golden!

Fuck those motherfucking Furioza!

Furioza leaves no man behind! We're brothers!

Never!

- Never! - Lovely.

I will fucking kill every one of them!

Fuck!

Whoo! Whoo!

Yeah? Okay, I'm coming down.

Password?

Wrzescz, Pruszcz.

Tczew.

- T. "Tczew." Say it. "Tczew." - Czew.

T. Starts with T. T.

Tea or Coffee?

Coffee and tea as well.

- I want both. - Uh-huh.

I'll mix them for you.

- Audi. - Terrible.

Kia.

Ford.

A fucking Škoda?

Yeah, Škoda. What's wrong with that?

May I help you?

You'll sell me this Lambo.

Just not today.

I'll take the golden one.

Hey.

Golden…

Some place you've got here.

You are crazy, Golden.

You could buy all five stories above us and below.

Baby.

Just relax. Don't be so stressed. Hm?

Szadzia's got something for you. Why don't you suck on these? Come on.

No.

Let's have fun.

That better?

More.

Gimme more, let's go.

Whoo!

Go, go!

Zoom in over there.

What're they buying?

Caustic soda. Isn't that for beekeepers?

What do they need that for?

What are you doing, lady? You erased the footage.

It's officer to you. You got that?

We good then?

I want you to imagine that you are a leaf.

The wind is getting stronger. It's getting stronger now.

The wind is getting so strong that it's pulling you from the branches.

And now you feel the raindrops pouring down on you. It's cold. Very cold.

Quickly. More and more raindrops. There's so many raindrops. Yes.

- Right there. - The wind pushes you up. That's right.

And it's so strong it tears you off the branch completely.

Scatter around the room now. The wind is throwing you around.

It shakes you. To the right. To the left.

Keep going, keep going. You're shaking.

You're shaking. A storm is starting. You're shaking.

Thunder strikes the leaves. Thunder strikes at the leaves.

That's right.

Breathe as you do it. I can't hear you.

And suddenly, you fall down.

And now the rain turns into a puddle.

- There's a big puddle on the floor. - Fucking seriously?

You're flowing in the puddle now. Flowing. You're in the water now.

Pssh! Cold raindrops all over you.

- And the wind pushes you up now. - Hello.

Hello. I wanna see wide movements.

Hey, can I sign up for this class?

Wait until I finish the class. Understand?

I can't wait till after class. I have to leave.

- Don't sign up then. - Will you be my girlfriend?

How about your wifey?

What's going on?

Marriage? I'm cool with that.

I bought a few. I didn't know which one you'd like more.

So?

- No. - What?

- Absolutely not. Take them back. - Come on.

- Another day then. - No.

- Thank you very much. - No. What?

Just hold onto those.

Bye-bye.

No, no.

That's the entire point.

It's not Tricity! They'll be weaker there. We can take them by surprise.

- They won't expect this. - We don't know that for certain, Golden.

Oh Jesus!

If we get arrested there, it's fucking over.

- You know how to get him to Gdańsk? - You think he'll show?

Can you get him into Sopot then? You really think that'll be easier?

This guy is actually smart.

Got a better plan?

How do you say "Buła" in Irish?

He'll be there. I swear he'll be there.

He's got too much to lose in Dublin.

We'll get him on foreign territory. Even better.

And if we don't, at least we get a trip to Dublin out of it, right?

Golden, you want dibs on a window seat? I'll get the tickets.

Sure. In a car. We're going on fucking wheels.

- Huh? - Yeah.

In regular, inconspicuous cars.

- You got it? - Sure.

Are you with me, Olo?

Are you?

- Okay. - Fuck yes!

- Yeah. - Shit.

But… we'll do it the way Golden said.

We're going in cars.

With a max of three people per car.

We don't break any traffic rules on the way.

We're not getting any tickets.

And we pay only in cash. It'll be euros only.

- No large denominations for us. - Yeah.

- No stupid shit. - Nothing.

Yeah. Nobody try any funny business at gas stations.

And if any of you get pulled over, go back to Poland, seriously.

- Yeah. - Sure.

How the fuck are we gonna get there by car if it's an island?

Are we supposed to swim there and back?

Is Bauer in?

Haven't seen him in three days.

Nobody else has figured out where I've been hiding.

Did anyone else look?

I don't think so.

Um, that's just how it goes, Dzika.

But still, despite everyone we've talked to and…

what we've gone through together,

we can't back out now.

We gotta see this through to the end.

That being said…

The dynamic has-- Oh…

The dynamic has to be there.

Damn.

The monitoring …ring, you find anything…

…off of it?

All right.

Mrówka was partnered with Polański.

Go ask the Prophet to give us the green…

…light to investigate

Then we can get back to work, first thing starting tomorrow.

Just put it on my tab, please.

- Morning. - Look, we've got everything here.

It's like being at your mom's house.

We've got the best flavors in the whole of fucking Dublin all around you.

Some Polish kefir for you. You've got everything here.

Feels just like Poland!

No way! No way! No way! Who do we have here?

No way, man!

There you are! Come on.

- I'll show you where you're gonna live. - Okay.

- See you! - See you.

Here, this way.

Remember when I told you that Zeta is running with Mrówka's crew?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Well, I was kidding.

Zeta!

Whoo!

- What's going on? - What's happening? Where's Rysiek?

No Rysiek, we're just relaxing.

Over here. Get in.

Ah!

Follow me, gentlemen.

Don't embarrass us. This is Dublin. You can't wear that.

What? I'm very proud of being Polish.

- Why? - What the fuck are you talking about?

You can't take credit for that.

Your folks just happened to fuck hard in Poland.

Now, if you really wanted to, you could say you're "happy"

of being born in Poland but…

Why would I be happy though?

You want a Guinness?

Got a Specjal?

It's me. Zeta. Open up.

- Come in, come in. - How's it goin'?

Oh fuck! What the hell is this?

- What? All right, all right, man. - Shh!

Fuck! Ah!

We're taking over Dublin.

So, how about you get your guys together, and I'll get my men together,

and we'll settle it with a brawl? How's that sound?

Bare hands or with gear?

With gear.

Ah!

- Hey, Siri. - Hi, Wojtek.

How can I help?

Would you call Mrówa?

Here's what I found.

Just call…

Mrówa. Call Mrówa.

- I didn't get that. Could you try again? - Mrówa.

I don't see Mzeera in your contacts.

- Mrówa. - I didn't get that. Could you try again?

- No, motherfucker, I cannot repeat it… - For help with that, you'll need to…

You piece of shit artificial intelligence! Just call Mrówa!

Call Mrówa for fuck's sake!

Calling Mrówa.

What?

Mrówa.

Everything all right?

Can you call me on the other phone?

Oh sure.

Oh, son of a…

Come on, come on.

Fuck me…

Oh!

What now?

- Here? - Mm-hmm.

Fuck, yeah! What a small world.

We've finally got Furioza and the Anthill meeting right here… together.

Is your brain exploding? You surprised?

Too bad, 'cause you guys are fucked.

Hey! I actually like that one. Don't paint over it! Just leave it.

Okay.

MRÓWKA, THE LORD OF POMERANIA HE THINKS HIP-HOP IS A SPINE DISORDER

Ah!

Do you know a good place to get coffee?

Huh?

- Poolbeg Chimneys. - "Poolbeg Chimneys." What?

- It's right by the docks. - Sounds great. Now fuck off.

- I'll send you a pin. - Go.

How're you gonna send it, dude?

- Hey, hey. - You got my number?

- Go fuck yourself. - Run, Lola, run!

Run like your life depends on it!

They jumped us, they knew where the money and drugs were.

- They fucking knew everything. - So, who ratted?

Motherfucking Zeta talked. I'm telling you. Zeta.

I'm gonna kill that piece of shit.

We arranged a fight at the fucking docks. Irish Town, the perfect place for a brawl.

- Weapons or no? - Yes. With fucking weapons.

Motherfucker!

Motherfucking cocksuckers!

Enjoying yourself, dickhead?

You're such a big fucking man, huh? Goddamn fucking pigs!

Ah! Out of the way, asshole!

Fuck me, just pull over here.

You having fucking fun? Let's go, asshole, let's go!

"Keep your hands where I can see them," eh?

You fucking pigs!

Open up!

Open up, I said!

Open the door!

You can put me in jail for 48 hours, you're not gonna get a fucking thing.

Why don't we do the interrogation in better conditions for a change?

Hey, fuck.

You look like you could use some food.

Or a drink.

Let's go.

I'll be much more talkative.

It's my treat.

- Jacek? - Fine, Marcin, lead the way.

Jacek!

Here you fucking go!

Drink up!

Trust me.

You'll feel better.

Anything else?

It's funny…

Did you know I can't eat meat?

My cholesterol levels and my triglycerides are too high.

And I'm also…

…allergic… …to pigs.

But I'm sure that Superintendent Bauer

knows all about that.

Yeah, I know full well how allergic to us you are.

But I also know

that some day this allergy of yours

will inevitably lead to anaphylactic shock.

Hopefully soon…

Do you want to report him?

Fuck off.

You're going down, you got that?

Just whose fucking side are you even on?

Furioza?

You fucking saw me get attacked that day.

Golden and that doctor of yours after Kaszub's funeral. They had a weapon.

They were attacking us out in the open. Yet you didn't arrest anyone.

You didn't detain anyone. You're exactly like us, motherfucker!

- Marcin, you-- Marcin… - Raised in the blocks too.

I could care less about your history. I really don't give a shit.

Now, you're wasting my time. You want me to walk up three stories.

How about this? I guarantee you it'll only be 48 hours.

Not one second extra.

I got my people downstairs.

So either give me something, or we're finished here.

This is fucking bullshit.

Fuck it, all right.

Who do you think benefited most from Polański's death?

Because it wasn't me.

Jesus Christ. I really thought you were a lot fucking smarter than this.

THEY RAIDED ANOTHER WAREHOUSE. BRING THE CREW!

Oh fuck!

No time for dessert! Now, get the fuck out!

Arrest me if you fucking want.

You're not gonna stop this war that's coming. You understand?

If you'll excuse me now.

I've got to run. I've got pressing business, Jacek.

Fuck this shit.

I've got transport to deal with.

Rhubarb and cherries.

From Złocieniec to fucking Machów.

So, unfortunately, that means I need to leave you now.

This is one instance, Dzika,

where I'm gonna turn a blind eye to the fact I didn't know something…

…I should've known.

Next time, though, your fucking ass is getting fired. Got that?

We've got two pigs upstairs.

Go and grab the gear now.

Looks like today we're all going to Dublin.

Welcome, welcome, come on!

Oh, hey.

Golden!

- What's up? - Hey. Come on.

- What's up? What's up? - Here you are!

Is Mrówka here?

Fuck, Dzika's been on top of them since yesterday because of Polański.

They got 48 hours back in Poland. Maybe he got arrested as well.

- Don't tell me he's not coming. - I have no idea.

- Yes! - He's here!

There he is!

The day has finally come. Let's go!

Do you all know what you're doing?

Seriously, do you know what the fuck you're doing?

Drugs are not hooligan's shit.

Mrówka!

Our guys were always the majority here. Not the fucking Anthill.

I'm just taking what's mine.

This is for Zeta.

I'm gonna find your ass in the crowd.

We'll fucking see.

Pow!

We're making history here today. Everyone else is just a witness. Eh?

Let's fucking go!

Come at me!

Golden!

Braveheart!

Come at me!

I warned you! I told not to fuck with me!

Back to the fucking doghouse!

Let him go!

Wait!

What the fuck? Look at that.

Guys, they're fucking running away! Let's go after them!

Get the fuck out of here. Fucking go, go, go!

Fuck! Fuck!

- Huh? - What the fuck?

Fuck! Let's get the fuck out of here!

- Garda! Drop your weapons! - Whoa! Hey! Stop!

- All units respond. - Stop! Back up!

Copy that.

Drop your weapons now!

- Sending support. - Weapons on the ground!

- Garda! Police! - Put your weapons down!

Ah, you Polish prick!

Hey! Hey, let's get the fuck outta here! Grab the gear and go!

Your ass is mine, you dick!

- Not if I get you first. - You're so fucked.

- This thing can only end one of two ways. - Fuck!

Let's get the fuck outta here! The fucking pitchfork! Grab it, grab it!

Grab all the fucking gear and go! Get the fuck out!

Let's go!

Fucking pigs!

Casualties. I repeat, casualties.

Ah!

Ow! Ow!

KASZUB YOU'RE A LEGEND

Ah!

Mommy…

Wow, look at this! How did you know, Mom? It's my favorite!

The very best!

Mmm, mmm! This is amazing.

Mmm. No one else makes it like you.

No one! Not even Auntie.

What's wrong, Mom?

- Mmm. Mmm. - I recorded the news this morning.

A group of masked hooligans

engaged in a skirmish on the streets of Dublin.

For now, the Irish police are refusing to comment.

All we know for sure

is that this street clash was between two gangs from Poland.

The victim is 33-year-old Zenon K., a hooligan that was wanted by the police--

I miss how your hair used to be so nice and curly.

But, Mom…

I'm in the first league now.

Just like Dad.

Screw that. I'm playing in the Champions League!

- I saw all of you just recently. - Huh?

You were there during Kaszub's funeral.

Mom, please!

This is my life.

I told you before.

"We don't give a shit

about what the law has to say, but the law gives a shit about us."

Hoo, hoo, hoo!

Mom…

I think I'm in love.

Krzysio…

Holy fuck…

Hi.

Let's start class, girls.

Yeah, start class, girls.

- Whoo! - Whee!

- Hey, are you that guy Golden? - Yeah.

Start warming up, now.

- Along the wall. - Can you say, what this therapy's about?

If you wanna find out, you can sign up for class.

Sign up and do what?

Am I supposed to act like a leaf falling off a tree?

You can sign up for our group class. You can't just walk in here like this.

And you can't keep giving me gifts.

This is real.

- Ah… You prefer fakes? - Golden, please.

No, I can't, though. These are worth 100 grand.

No, they're worth 150 grand. There was a wholesale discount.

- Wanna get married? - No, this isn't funny to me, you got that?

- Well, they're yours. - No. Take them back.

No, no, I won't take them back unless I can take you on a date.

You fuck!

- Oh! Did you just say "fuck"? - You can't say that.

- You're not allowed to say "fuck." - You can't say "fuck," that's right.

- My mom says "duck" with an "f." - Well, I'm with somebody.

That's fine. Just take him with you. You trying to make me jealous, or what?

You should go on a date with him.

- No. - Yes!

- No? - No.

- No? - No.

No!

- No? - No.

- You sure? - Absolutely.

- Definitely no? - Definitely no.

- No? - No.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.

No?

Oh wow.

- Your father wouldn't be happy about this. - That I'm so similar to him?

- Are they kicking me out? - Hey.

Did you really hit him hard?

Madam Principal, I'm a really busy person.

I would never have sent my son to this school,

if I knew how unsafe he'd be here.

I mean, this is probably the most expensive school in the entire country.

We'd expect you to educate our son, not to promote pathology.

Pathological lying, perhaps.

Excuse me.

Mm.

And who are you?

A relative of hers.

It's true. This is Zuzia's family.

Madam Principal, my niece has been through quite a lot of trauma lately.

And as a doctor, let me say that my niece shows symptoms of PTSD.

Zuzia's father was in an accident.

Exactly, so you can understand her reaction.

I have told Zuzia repeatedly she can't hit people.

Right, Zuzia?

I'm sorry.

Pussy.

Even when a classmate decides to insult her

by calling her late father a lowly bandit and a criminal.

Look, Jesus.

Her father was an honest and honorable hooligan.

Yeah. And as we know…

…there are many studies out there…

May I?

…which prove that children imitate adults around them.

That's how they learn how to act.

Right?

- With a haymaker? - No, with a kick.

- A kick? Don't kick people. - Van Gogh.

Use your-- You know what? From now on you have to go to every class.

- Of course I will. - Really? "Of course?"

No, no, no, no! I'm hurt. I'm hurt. You little devil, you.

Ouch! That hurts.

Wh… Why's he staring at himself?

I don't know. He killed someone.

The painter. It's a self-portrait. We learned about this.

- What happened to him? - Fucking Google it. Come on!

- Let's go. Come on! - Let's go.

That's incredible.

A WILD PIG IS STILL A BITCH

Amazing.

Oh, look at that, Dzika.

Our guest from abroad is here.

Hey. Hello.

- Superintendent Bauer. - Yeah, hello, hello.

- Nice to finally meet you. - You too, you too. Yeah, uh, um… Meet…

Uh, hm…

Jeez, I'd murder a cup of tea.

Ah, well, here we've only got, uh, coffee. Right this way.

So, right over here,

we've got CCTV cameras.

They're in our custody.

These two are in a hospital.

And, as usual,

nobody claims they know anything.

Well, that's because, you know…

These hooligans,

they refuse to work with the police, yeah?

Espresso? Huh?

Ah, double espresso.

For hooligans, cooperating with us would be a disgrace.

They'd no longer have a life here.

That's right. They would have to leave here. They'd be done.

I can make you an Americano if you want.

And this Zeta, he was murdered with a pitchfork.

Now, you know who uses pitchforks for such purposes.

And what?

You're telling me you have no evidence against him?

He doesn't leave any traces.

A few weeks ago,

a Furioza boss was killed in the exact same way.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You know Mr… ah…

I would say that, uh…

What we have here is…

Help me out here.

A "serial pitchforker"?

Yes, a serial pitchfork killer.

- I'm sorry. - What? Do you think this is a joke?

What the hell are you people doing here?

Look, if you had caught him

instead of collecting memorabilia like some fucking fanboy,

I wouldn't have our Minister of Justice on my back

who's demanding immediate results.

My citizens are terrified of going out on the streets.

Mr. Superintendent, I promise you

that we have extensive knowledge of their operation.

However, it would be inappropriate for us to reveal that knowledge.

I hope you can understand.

We're looking into specific people, and as soon as certain pieces of evidence

come together in Poland…

Ah, fuck me, he comes to my country and expects me to explain myself.

What am I gonna do with this guy? Help me out here.

Hey, you do speak English, right?

Hm?

Mr. Superintendent, you understand our situation.

If we hand that information over to you, it could fatally compromise our operation.

That's a risk I'm not willing to take.

I promise you that as soon as the facts are on our side,

we'll arrest them.

And then, perhaps, we'll turn them over to your Irish investigation,

if you don't raise your voice here.

People think they're just a bunch of hooligans.

But they are professionals.

There's not very much we can do here at this point.

Just wait and watch.

And try not to make things so difficult for us.

- This one, I think. - Show me.

Why not?

- And how about this one? - No, no.

This.

I come too, as a bonus.

Ah…

I've got a date today,

but it's not with you, darling.

Good morning.

It's still here. I think it's waiting for you.

Hey, don't fuck with me.

Hi, Golden.

I can't believe you brought us here.

So, tell me about this leaf stuff.

Those people come to your class.

And you just tell them to sway and make idiots of themselves,

and they actually pay you for it?

No, come on, everyone's staring at me.

There's nobody here. It's just you.

- Seriously? I'm a fucking leaf now? - You can be a leaf. Try it.

But you have to feel it.

Just alone with your thoughts.

Here and now.

And let go of all your problems.

You're at peace.

This is so embarrassing.

Nothing else exists.

You can… just be.

This is cringe. Come on, I'm taking you to a club.

That's where people dance.

My backpack, hold on.

- Wanna dance with me? - Mm-hmm.

This is where you dance.

Yeah?

Like that…

You want it?

I'll buy this sea for you.

The sea can't be bought.

That's impossible.

Ho!

Hey, quit it.

Ah. Yeah?

So good.

Whoo!

Hey…

I have to get to school.

School? Wait, how old are you?

No, to teach class. I have a class there.

Eli…

El… leaf!

Come here.

I haven't slept that well in forever.

I really wanted to sleep with you.

- But it was just one time. - No.

It was more than once if I recall.

Yesterday

was a one-off thing.

Police! Hands on the car!

- Police! Get out! - You get out, motherfucker!

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

- You fucking got me, okay? - Okay, okay, okay.

Polański disappeared, and the same day you bought caustic soda?

For fuck's sake! Okay, I'm fucking going!

You wanna be a gangster? Fine. Enjoy the next 48 hours in jail.

Keep your trap shut, fucker!

- Fucking finally! - Sorry.

What's up? I can't reach anyone.

No one's here. Not Krzywy, not Dawid, not Lil' Jesus.

- Did they shit their pants? - Okay, let's get going.

- You know, I shit my pants once. - To the parking lot. Now.

And what are you gonna do? Nothing, that's what.

Buła.

Holy fuck.

Jesus Christ, look.

Now what?

Fuck it. Whatever. We'll do it ourselves.

Easy.

Across from the church. Perfect.

There are lots of people here.

There he is.

Hello!

Oh, hi.

Drive now.

Hey! Come on, let's move. Move it!

Fuck!

Go home.

What the fuck? Shit!

Fuck, Buła! Not yet, wait!

Fuck!

Don't get up! Stay down!

Go back!

Go back!

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Go!

Just stay down!

Wait, he got shot, Olo! Just get in the car! Olo!

Motherfucker!

- Fuck! - Wait, wait.

Olo!

Olo, let's get the fuck out of here!

Olo. Watch out!

He's behind the black car! Watch out!

Fuck you!

Fuck.

Come here, motherfucker!

You Furioza motherfuckers!

- Come on! - Let's get the fuck out!

Too fucking pussy to brawl it out? Is that it? Huh?

You're all cowards!

- Let's just shoot it out! Come on! - Go! Go! Go!

Fuck you!

Buła!

- Buła! Here! Come on! - Buła, Buła, Buła!

- Come on, get in. - Go!

- Go! - Go!

You were supposed to wait for me!

I was gonna be the one to take the first shot.

I told you when you were leaving, "Stay fucking focused, Buła."

But you were eating a fucking donut!

And thinking about God knows what, you fucking dumbass! Fuck!

And now, we're driving around Tricity with a broken fucking window

and a fucking neck wound.

Guns… are in the back seat.

Okay.

Come with me. Please, come with me, I can't take this.

Eli, I love you. And I'll--

I'll always love you. Now come on, or I'm gonna go crazy. Come on!

Let's go.

And when I was eight years old,

my mother sent me to a boarding school for dance.

I was so young, in a strange place, by myself.

I cried my eyes out. I missed home.

I thought maybe if I learned to dance perfectly,

if I could become the best of the best,

then maybe she would love me. And she'd finally pay attention to me.

And you know what my mother said to me after my Swan Lake premiere?

"Eli, you underspun the fouetté."

Well, did you underspin it?

Fuck you. Who cares if I did?

I can play the bagpipes.

- What? - Hold this.

- You play what? - Close your eyes.

- No, I wanna see it. - Close 'em, close 'em.

- Don't look. - Okay, I won't.

No, don't peek.

Bagpipes…

Shh.

What?

How are you even--

I won't be your girlfriend, Golden.

We can meet up, we can even hook up,

but nothing else.

Hey.

I want my independence.

And if I wanna leave, I'll go. And you'll have to let me go.

Don't you fucking "Jimmy" me!

Jimmy, we have a little problem in port Gdynia, a little…

I don't give a shite! Get Mrówka on the line.

Now!

What's up, dude?

Jimmy.

Put him on speaker.

Mrówka, man, what's the story?

Jimmy.

We've been waiting for the supply for four weeks.

Fuck me. Easy, easy, Jimmy. Easy.

We have a little problem here.

Give me three, uh… two weeks, okay?

Two weeks. And then we'll find someone else.

- Jimmy! - You hear me? Two weeks!

Fucking hell!

Take this!

Fucking fuck this bullshit. Fuck all of this, for fuck's sake!

Get me my motherfucking clothes!

Jesus, Golden…

We're gonna talk about money or we're gonna kill each other?

Hey, what the fuck?

Fucking leave him!

Don't shoot him! I said, leave him! Hey, fuck off!

I said, fuck off!

Fucking come here. Come here!

- No, no, no! - Come on.

Now!

All right.

How about me and you make a deal together?

Doesn't mean we're friends. We'll just make a pact.

I have a distribution method in place.

It's on the Isles.

As long as we can maintain that network, we can take over all of Ireland.

And our Polish fucking pigs won't be able to do a goddamn thing.

They'll be powerless.

Try to keep a low profile around town.

If we keep fighting, we'll either kill each other

or they'll arrest all of us. Got it?

Big money requires silence.

That includes staying quiet in our own backyard.

No, no fucking way.

Krzywy, Krzywy, Krzywy, Krzywy.

People are always talking about making the score of a lifetime.

It's a fucking myth. It's not fucking real.

But right now, it's fucking happening.

Right in front of us. It's what we've been waiting for.

You should be excited! No more small-time shit after this.

We'll be in the fucking big leagues!

We swore to avenge Kaszub. We fucking swore!

- Of course. - Now you wanna do business with Mrówka?

- You think I fucking forgot about that? - You did!

Listen to me. Just listen for a second.

We will deal with Mrówka. We handled Polański.

We'll definitely handle Mrówka.

Okay, all right. When, though?

When? I don't fucking know when. The fuck knows when. Just wait!

Mrówka's man controls the ports in Ireland anyway.

Olo and Dawid are gonna be a problem.

You see anything?

- Can you see their lips moving? - I don't… I can't understand them.

Watch… Watch it again.

Mmm. I've bought two tickets for U2 in Dublin.

That's what he's saying here.

Hey, Golden!

What's with this fucking country?

It's always raining, and it's fucking cold.

Right.

But nobody has better kebabs.

Ah.

A half-hour wait, but it was totally worth it.

Watch out, the first pic is the most important.

- We should give him some coke! - He already had some!

Whoo!

- Doing well? - I'm doing very well.

Good to see you, man.

These are my Polish business associates. Boys, this is my cousin, Pat.

- Nice to meet you. - Golden.

- Antman. - Antman.

Many ants, man. Yeah? Oh, very good.

- And you are? - I'm Pat.

- Pat. - Yes, Pat.

Guys, since we've met…

Customary drink here. We've got some Poitín.

- I can't. - Oh, go on, go on, go on.

- Poitín? - Poitín.

Poitín.

Golden.

- Mrówka, stronger than your Polish stuff. - Mm-mm.

Golden, all these guys are part of the same clan.

Oi, oi! Hey, we're going to the pub.

They're like one big family.

And family is the most important thing.

Come on, come on!

Need to turn this shitty weather off.

Fuck, fuck! It's colder than the Baltic Sea.

Come on, no! No, man. I'm not a fucking polar bear.

Come on, Golden.

You wanna make money, then shut the fuck up and jump in.

It's there for the taking.

If you can double the supply, I can sell it.

- Huh? - Fucking double the supply?

Saying he wants twice as much marijuana.

Those Polish pigs can kiss our motherfucking asses!

What about cocaine?

Huh?

Jimmy, cocaine.

Let's… Let's make some good fucking money together!

Cocaine! Cocaine!

I like money.

- You too? - I like it.

You too, brother!

- We are here! We are here with you! - Yeah! Ha! Yeah!

Whoo! Fuck me, I'm freezing my ass off.

Oh yeah.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh yes.

Golden and Mrówka.

Oh, look.

We've got Sherlock Holmes and Watson up in here!

- That's sweet. You two are such nice guys. - Harder.

Except that, in reality, you're just a couple of lowlife thugs.

And from what I'm hearing, international ones now.

And, yeah. You've got a police supervision hearing in court.

It's at 4:30 p.m. Hm?

You see that? Ah!

Fuck!

Even if you don't show up, it's still in effect twice a week.

And it applies to both of you.

Guess that's the end of free travel for you boys, isn't it?

No more U2 concerts in Dublin.

Though I heard that without Larry on the drums it's not the same.

- Stop it, Jacek! - Yeah.

And if you boys go there, you can't return.

Except if you go to Polish jail.

Who the fuck are you working with, Golden? Who is it?

Dzika, come on.

- Dzika… - Dzika, we're leaving.

Hey, how are things with your mommy?

Did she already meet all the ballerinas, the dancers and the Thai girls?

Because I saw her recently.

She looked very sad.

What the fuck?

Why did you stop?

Gentlemen, there was a huge explosion! A huge explosion!

I'm still so shocked.

All I heard at first was this loud bang,

and then suddenly, bada bing, bada boom, the roof caved in!

So, I can't… I can't hear a fucking thing!

It was such a huge explosion!

My God! It was the loudest thing ever!

Marcin Mrówczyński reporting.

- Fuck the pigs! Fuck them in the ass! - Yeah!

Here comes the golden child, the king of Polish hooligans.

Come on, Golden, how about you park by the bike rack?

This is like the opening of a TV show!

- Whoa. We should've got a golden carpet. - Whoo!

- Hello! - Golden reporting for duty.

I'm here for my supervision hearing.

There he is.

Let's fucking go!

I bought it!

I'll be living here from now on.

Now, if you want to, you can…

live here as well. Want to?

Hey, Leaf, move in with me.

Over there, 50 meters away across the dunes, is the sea.

Now, you said-- You told me the sea can't be bought.

And I got to thinking about it, and I'm not sure about that anymore.

You're hopeless, Golden.

- Golden. - Huh?

- Who's this pussy? - Sylwek! Get the fuck out!

Go!

Go, go, go, go!

The door! Okay? And don't come back!

Golden! Uh… No!

- Not like this! - Come on.

- I don't want to. - Oh, stop it.

- You listening? - Yes, I am.

No, you're not.

I am.

- Where's your head at? It's not here. - I'm right here with you.

Well, then stay with me.

- Eli… - You're not here.

Nah…

Let the wind sweep you off your feet. Whoo!

Whoa! Hey, what's with you?

Wait, come here. Right here.

Let the wind carry you away.

Just relax now.

May I?

- Like this? - Mm-hmm.

Like this? Like this?

- Be with me. - I am here.

Be with me for real.

Golden…

I wanna know more about you.

Is there… anything you really want?

I wanna do things over again.

Look. Watch out!

- Stop! - No. Let's go!

- Whoo! - What the…

I need a seatbelt.

- A seatbelt? Really? You serious? - Yes.

- Keep both hands… - I know how to drive!

- Like hell you know how to drive… - I do! This is not my first time!

- The second. - Second.

Could you look in the mirrors?

- Whoa… - Your dad would be proud of you.

Is everything okay?

Uncle, are you okay?

What's up, Krzywy?

Dude, how about this? Hold on, I'll flip the camera.

See? Here, we are changing micro…

into macro.

Everything here is set and running at full capacity.

Okay, gotta run.

Coffee? Uh, Irish coffee?

A bit early for coffee with whiskey?

For fuck's sake, I need a receipt.

No, he didn't have it, so how can I fix that?

Perfect.

- I don't have that much cash on me. - You got a card?

What's up?

- They uploaded a new clip. - Yeah?

420,000 views in two days. It's impressive.

- No way. Huh… - Huh, huh, left!

Golden!

Whoo!

I am here for supervision!

Messi, be careful, watch the landing gear!

Hold on, Messi, watch it! Watch the wing!

- And this one… almost a million. - Almost a million views, yeah.

- Okay, write me a ticket… - It's fucking hard to tell, isn't it?

Whether you guys should be laughing and cheering them on

for how hilarious they are, eh? The fuck is this?

Huh?

They're making us into a fucking laughingstock.

Oh, the rats are fucking scurrying away.

Oh, too bad. I'll tell you what's going on.

They're making a fucking mockery of our justice system.

You boys got that? And that applies to everyone here!

To both of you morons, and you, you fucking clown, and you too!

And that applies to me!

Even worse, we don't have anything to fucking go on. We don't have shit!

We have no information… Shit.

…on any of these motherfuckers!

Fuck this shit.

Is there anyone here today who's planning to do

some actual fucking police work?

Anyone at all?

The market price for this property is lower than what my client is offering,

so I think this will be a lucrative acquisition for you.

- The paperwork checks out? - Yes.

Then what's taking so long?

Are you a lawyer or a pussy?

What am I even paying you for?

You've got five seconds to sign it.

Five,

four,

three…

It's a goal!

Incredible, you guys!

- Here. - Thank you.

I bought this place for you.

So you don't have to pay rent to that asshole anymore.

I'm sorry, what?

This school is something that I created myself.

- You know, I really value my independence. - Stop it, Jesus!

- You're trying to take that away from me? - I'm not trying to take anything away.

I bought this fucking place, and now I want to maybe give it to you.

I do not want your money. Can't you understand that?

- I mean… - We had a deal. No strings attached.

No getting involved.

You win. How much rent was it for the school then?

- Four and a half thousand. - Fine. So you'll be paying me.

500 Zloty.

You weren't even listening. At least 5,000.

- 1,500. - No. Triple.

- 2,500 - 6,000.

- What? - Shut up!

- 3,000 Zloty. - 7,500.

- 9,500. - 3,500, 4,000.

- 10,000. - Stop it, okay? Stop it!

4,500. Just like before. Deal?

Payable by the fifth of each month, in advance.

Golden, I really mean it.

Me too.

I'll be in Dublin for a couple of days. You want anything?

You bastard…

- Mrówka? - Fuck me!

- Mrówka! - The fucking supervision's finally ended.

You're here! You're here! Fucking pigs!

- I've got a surprise for you. - I like surprises.

- Come on, Jimmy. - Special for you. Come inside. Here.

Janeczka, lower the prices. It's just like Poland. Just like home!

- Come on, Jimmy. - You'll pay for that.

Yeah!

This is for you, Jimmy.

Mrówka.

- Surprise. - Ah!

Whoa, there he is! Hey, come here.

Come on, let's talk.

So? How was it?

Pigs are the same everywhere, don't worry.

Uh-huh.

Did anybody spill the beans or what?

Of course not.

Sure about that?

Everything's fine, I promise.

- Thank you for the lawyers… - No, don't sweat it.

I'll always take care of my own. How are your fingers doing?

They'll be fine in no time at all.

Nice! Hell yeah!

Sorry, pal. You can't come here.

Hm?

You can't come in here.

- Fuck! - Can I not?

When you were crawling, little boy,

we were planting bombs.

When you were wearing shitty nappies,

I was shagging your ma, you were crawling on the floor.

Um, what the fuck is happening?

I don't fucking know. Jimmy, what happened? Jimmy--

- I'll do the talking. I'll do the talking. - Jimmy!

Jesus! What the fuck?!

Okay.

Okay, guys. Okay.

That man, Jimmy, he knew very well what we allow.

Because we run the show here.

We allowed Jimmy sell your shite marijuana from Poland.

I can't understand his fucking accent.

He's saying they let Jimmy deal, but only your Polish marijuana!

But if you sell your shitty cocaine here one more time…

Okay.

…it'll be your last time.

Now get the fuck out of my country.

- We should really leave now! - Shut the fuck up, Carlos!

Guys, sure. Okay.

Okay.

Golden. Okay.

- No more… cocaine, okay? - Okay. Good.

- Okay. Good. - Yeah. Okay.

- Yeah. Golden… - No!

- Don't! - Wait, wait.

Show me.

Uh… You said you have better cocaine?

Let me taste it.

If it's good, I'll… I'll sell it for you in the East.

- We only sell wholesale. - That's right, Golden. They only--

I fucking heard him, Carlos! I got that.

Wholesale.

I'll take, uh… uh… We'll take it wholesale.

One pallet. 800 kilos.

- Oh, fuck me. - 20 million quid. Cash.

Fuck that, we're gonna take as much as we can back to Poland.

Aren't we, boys?

You know, only the bold win. And Jimmy's not in the picture anymore.

Jimmy's not in the picture 'cause he got whacked by the IRA.

This isn't our league. We're not doing this.

You get that through your head?

- Mrówka, please, come on. - This wasn't the plan!

It's an amazing product. Just one snort. Just one snort.

Okay, fine.

And?

- Nothing? - No, I don't feel anything.

Nothing at all.

Fuck, it feels like there are ants everywhere.

I spoke to God. Just now. You know what he told me?

He told me to mix it the fuck up, 50-50.

- Oh fuck. - Deal it.

And you'll make enough to last you the rest of your fucking life.

- IRA! - He said that.

- The fucking IRA. - Just one shipment.

- No, are you fucking nuts? - One shipment, Mrówka.

- No fucking way. - You can't even snort it, it's so strong…

What more do you fucking want?

- Fuck… - What more do I want?

Bigger! Better! Faster!

Bigger! Bet--

Golden, if you want my fucking opinion,

we're fine with what we have.

- Okay? - Okay.

I'll talk and you keep your mouth shut.

Okay, Daddy.

Hey, relax!

- Hey, dude. - Okay, enough, enough, enough.

Enough!

Sir, your stuff is very good,

but… we can't guarantee…

We can't guarantee you the money in a week.

We can do it in a month.

Fuck.

Okay.

But you fuck me around,

and you're fucking dead.

You think it's fucking funny, do you?

He thinks it's fucking funny.

You better not be wasting my time.

One month.

- You motherfucker! - It's fine!

- Fuck you! - Yeah, yeah.

- Two million fucking euros! - Stop.

- I'm gonna kill you! You motherfucker! - Wait, wait!

You're fucking insane!

You are out of your fucking mind. You know that?

You're fucking nuts, man.

Asking for a lot of money.

- I know what school your daughter goes to. - Give it a fucking rest, will you?

- You have ten days! - Yeah! Ten days! Got it!

Oh, fuck me.

We're still two million short. Oh, fuck this.

We're fucked.

There's not enough time to get more cash.

Why did I go to bed with the IRA?

Golden, they're gonna fucking kill us. They'll fucking kill us for this.

Yeah!

Golden! Come on down here!

Hello.

How much?

- We raised one point two million. - Dima.

That's not…

We need more than that.

That's a fortune to us, Golden.

A lot of people chipped in. Very, very important people.

- Dima. - "Dima" what?

Come on.

You don't fucking get it, do you?

Remember the way you did your buddy? You're gonna go down exactly like he did.

You fucking understand now?

You fucking get it?

I get it.

Yes, now gather into a group.

We're breathing as a group now. As one body, all together.

Yes, that's right.

Thank you all.

Lesson's over. Thank you. Goodbye.

What's going on?

We wanna take up dancing. Ah.

Like the tango, you know?

How much would a lesson like that cost? I'm not sure if we can afford it.

- You can't afford it. - Hm.

- Another one of Golden's bimbos. - Hm.

You'd be surprised what police officers can afford,

because the government pays us overtime.

- That right? - Mm.

And thanks to people like your boyfriend, that adds up to a hefty sum.

We just wanna talk. You boyfriend is in real trouble now.

We're assuming you had no idea?

Hm.

Ah! Got it.

Mm, hm, hm, hm.

Sorry.

So, you dance here?

Yeah, they dance here, that's right.

"Eliza Lipińska, 28 years old, engaged,"

though I guess that's no longer accurate, is it, hm?

"A few wins in a dancing competition called the 'Golden Pointies.'"

"Pointes."

"Golden Pointes."

"In Szczecin and, uh… Wojciech… Wieś… Wieś…

Wiesiołłowski contest."

"For dance."

You wanna lead us on a merry dance, huh?

Anyways, this is all well and good on paper,

but why the hell did you get involved with this guy?

Did he mess with your head? Hm?

Or just lie to you?

Okay, guys. Start looking in the office first.

Now, they're gonna tear this place apart down to the last screw.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop 'em. Hm? I'm sorry.

You're gonna be closed down for at least a week.

And if they find anything,

well, then this studio of yours might be closed for good.

We can't help Golden,

but we might be able to help you if you cooperate.

- Hmm. - I know you're not part of his world.

You're just someone who got into a relationship with the wrong person.

A person who's deeply involved

in the smuggling and dealing of illegal drugs.

- Mm. - Murder, robbery.

It's very likely that he killed a local high-ranking mobster

in order to get rid of the competition to his own organization.

Eli, you're from around here.

Everyone else in town knows who Polański was.

And it's common knowledge that his club belongs to Golden now.

And you didn't know about any of this?

You were just too busy with your dancing to notice that?

You're that stupid?

You were in here the whole time doing pirouettes on points or schmointes,

or whatever the fuck else it was?

Ah, fuck!

I thought you were just a hooligan like half this town.

Yeah.

- Are you a gangster? - What?

- The police came to the school. - Ah, there it is.

Where were you raised, huh?

Pigs always lie.

Are you a drug dealer, Golden? Tell me.

Where the hell are those fucking registration papers

for that motherfucking Mercedes? Damn!

- They said that… - There they are.

Have you killed someone, Golden?

Eli.

Eli.

Eli, for fuck's sake, listen, Eli! Eli, Leaf!

- No. - Stop! Fuck!

- No, leave me alone! - Wait a second.

- Let go of me! - Wait a second!

- No. Let me go. - I do what I have to do.

- I have to finish this. - Back off! Let me go!

This is the last thing. I'm gonna finish it.

Otherwise, they're gonna kill me, all right?

Please let me do this.

One last thing.

Let's take it easy.

Hey, Golden. How much longer?

- Pick that up for me. - What?

- Just a sec. Just a sec. - You were supposed to set him up for us.

- Let's go. - Not yet. This is a really bad time.

- Not now. Not now. Not now. - We had peace, you know?

- I'm in a rush. Gimme that. - Wait.

I'm in a rush, gentlemen.

Dude, talk to them before they do something stupid.

Krzywy.

- Is the crew ready to go? - Yeah.

Then let's fucking go.

Go, go, go, go.

Lil' Jesus.

Where are they?

- Relax. He'll be in jail after the 25th… - Wiki!

- What's up, man? - Hi, Golden.

- That's 665… - You got swole, buddy.

It's a tax audit from the Bureau of Furioza!

Oh, I heard about you.

I remember all the goals

your old man let slip through his legs back in the '90s.

I ran with Słowik's crew back then.

We're not gonna let some piece of shit like you--

You remember that my father let goals

through his legs?

So, how about we talk like gentlemen?

Huh?

How you businessmen make your money…

I don't give a fuck about that.

I mean, sales tax fraud is fine. I don't care.

What do you want?

Well, I need to borrow two million euros right now.

- Two million euros? - Come on. Don't be like that.

I mean, I could just take the couple hundred thousand in cash

that's sitting on this beautiful table of yours. But…

I like you guys.

I really… I really respect you.

I even respect that you used to run… …with Słowik's crew!

Here's the deal.

Decide however you want, but I can offer you protection.

You'll be untouchable in Tricity.

So, here is the paperwork for all my properties,

and my cars too. Right here.

Now, if my investment fucking fails, then I'll go down with it.

But I don't think it will. At that point, though, you would get a partial refund.

What do you say? Sound good?

One hour. I'll be waiting in the car.

Ow!

How did he get with such a babe?

Where's mine?

Okay, now focus.

Ah! Fuck you!

Ah! Fuck!

- Come here, fucker! - Ah! Fuck!

Come here, asshole!

- Come here! - Fuck off!

- Open the gate, motherfucker! - No, fuck you!

- I'll kill you! - Hey! Get the fuck outta here!

- Fuck off, motherfucker! - Get off the gate! Go away!

Police!

Let's go.

Get the fuck out of here!

Furioza motherfuckers!

- Fuck me! - Mrówka!

- What the fuck? - What happened?

Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!

Towels! We need towels now.

Quiet!

Golden, have you killed someone?

It's not like that.

There were only three of us there.

And we were outnumbered.

And even if you're getting your ass beat…

You can't give up. No, you gotta keep fighting.

Daro took out a knife and went after them.

I got a major beating, Eli.

Get him!

I barely survived. They knocked my tooth out.

And Daro was all bloody. I saw him.

It was dripping everywhere.

Dzika came.

She was screaming.

And I can't forget how she…

- Daro! - That was…

That was the first time I ever saw a dead body. A friend too.

Dzika was shouting.

And I promised myself

that no one would ever beat my ass like that again. No fucking way.

I'd be undefeated.

Back on our block…

either you're a damn hooligan or you're a fucking nobody, man.

And I ain't a nobody.

So, Eli, please,

trust me.

I love you.

- Get the fuck outta here! - You wanted war?

I said, get the fuck out! Leave her! Don't touch her!

Leave her the fuck alone!

Messi, for fuck's sake. Leave the girl alone!

- Mrówka. - Are you fucking nuts?

Are you insane? You tried to whack me? Tell me, who was it? Was it Olo?

Was it him? Was it Kaszub's brother?

Do you have any control over that fucking Furioza gang of yours? Huh?

I will take care of this!

Let me go talk to them first, okay?

If you think I've got anything to lose at this point…

- Mrówka. - …you'd be sorely mistaken.

Don't you fucking understand?

If the deal with the IRA doesn't go through,

then you're gonna be a fucking dead man.

And so am I.

And even your girlfriend.

Let's go.

I am afraid of you.

- That's enough! - Olo!

- Hey! Hey! Hey! - Back off!

- Hey, calm down! - Stop! Stop!

Let it go! Enough!

Take it easy, man! Stop that!

Let him talk. Wait, okay?

Done?

Gimme the sweatshirt. You're not worthy of it.

Come on, guys.

Okay, fine, I made a fucked up business deal.

I invested a lot of money in it, guys.

And I have to finish it,

or I'll get killed by people you really don't wanna fuck with.

And I'm the one taking all the risk!

I just need a little longer. Please. Just wait.

Mrówka'll get what he deserves, I swear.

So, you'll just have to wait a little longer.

You're not the one in charge yet.

Set him up then.

You better finish this.

You were given a month to come up with 20 million cash.

You're four million short.

And your month will be up in ten minutes time.

Sixteen million in cash.

And four million of VAT.

That's better.

There you are. All right.

I'll start taking this out.

You're not counting?

I have people for that.

This day week, Monday, 5:00 p.m., you be in the center of Dublin.

This day week, Monday,

5:00 p.m., be in the center of Dublin.

This phone will ring.

By the order of the Peaky fucking Blinders.

Now that…

was funny.

Now, wait, wait, wait.

Hold on. I think it's them.

- Hello? - All right, listen up.

- Here's the craic. - Yes.

Get straight to the hotel, yeah.

- Yes. - Sit there, wait for a fella to show up.

- I'm sending you the pin. - Yes.

- You get it, or do I need to spell it out? - Okay.

- Grand. Slán for now. - Bye.

What?

I didn't understand a word he fucking said.

For fuck's sake, Golden.

- Oh, look at that. - What?

He sent us a pin.

- "Bed and breakfast." - Fuck me. Okay.

There.

- Your room. - Thank you.

Oh shit!

Mm-hmm. And…

And I hope you enjoy your stay in Dublin.

Yes. Thank you.

Fucking pin. Look where it fucking led me to.

Right fucking here.

Down to the centimeter.

All right, lads.

What's cracking?

- Car's on the street. - Yup.

Navy blue. Caravan.

Mrówka!

- Yeah? - Navy blue.

Oh, cool.

Hold the fuck on…

Fuck me!

Fuck!

- Stop there. Sorry, no entry. - What's the issue?

- No entry. - What?

- Speak English. - You're making me get out…

- You didn't pay me enough. - We paid you.

- What's going on? - Step away, will you?

- Okay. Hey! - Hey, wait. Jimmy.

I don't know you. Get the fuck outta here. Get back in your car.

- Seriously? Fucking fuck off, man! - Come on, Golden! Get in the car.

There are cameras!

Fuck you. Sleep with one eye open, you fucking asshole.

Get out!

Move it! Yeah, yeah, yeah! I know what happened to Jimmy.

Get out of here, or I'll call you all Jimmy.

Get out of here! Fucking "know Jimmy." You don't know Jimmy!

Who the fuck do you think yous are? Get out!

Fuck, there's no way we can send this shit by plane.

Golden! Golden!

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack fol my daddy-o

Whack fol my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

I counted all his money…

Courier delivery is out too, 'cause even if we cover it in herbs,

the dogs at the border will still find it.

Golden! What the actual fuck?

Whoo!

That she never would deceive me

But the devil take the women For they never can be easy

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whack fol my daddy-o

I know!

There's whiskey in the jar…

We'll hide it using cane sugar. We'll fucking cover it.

Fucking seriously? The whole pallet? What? And then we extract it afterwards?

- That's fucking insane, Golden. - Ah!

…take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels…

I'm gonna fucking kill him. I swear to fucking God.

But Jenny drew me charges And she filled them up with water

She sent for Captain Farrell To be ready for the slaughter

Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da

Whoa!

Whack fol my daddy-o

Whack fol my daddy-o

There's whiskey in the jar

Hey, yeah!

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Oh fuck!

Golden!

Golden! Fuck…

The fuck? Golden!

Oh fuck!

Fuck me! Golden!

I'll fucking kill you!

Fuck you!

- Step out of the vehicle, sir. - Yes, yes, yes, yes. Of course.

Uh…

- Identification. - Here. Yeah, this is for you.

- This, and this. - Look at that there.

- Um… Eh… - I, uh… Oh yeah, of course.

Look at his face.

- You fighting? - Yeah, I'm fighting.

- Don't be fighting in there now, okay? - I always win.

- Want to check his back? - We're all right.

- I mean… All good? - Come on. We're done.

- These are okay. - Is that all?

- Yeah, he's okay. - Thank you.

Straight through. Good luck.

Oh, sorry.

Fuck.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

What?

Hello there!

What?

You want me for breakfast?

Fuck off! Go away. Just go. Just go.

Let's go. What the fuck?

But I said, "No, it's not him. It's not him, okay?"

I'm sorry. I'm sor…

- Yes? - Golden, for fuck's sake!

Golden!

Mrówka, I'm taking the stuff into Gdańsk, yeah?

To Tricity, yeah?

- Fuck. I'm gonna kill you! - Then I'm going to Sopot…

Not you, obviously! Fuck off!

A left turn… and there we are.

Open the gate. Open that fucking gate!

It's him!

- You'll catch me, catch me, catch me… - All right, come on, come on.

Oh no, oh God. What the hell happened?

Golden! Golden!

Is that you, Mrówka?

- It's getting cold. - Oh fuck!

Motherfucker!

- Son of a bitch! You're fucking crazy! - We're clear!

Hell yeah. Oh, wrong side! Holy fuck! Ha!

Golden! You beautiful motherfucker!

You bald fucker!

- Mwah! - Aw, stop it.

My fucking savior!

Fucking come here, Golden!

Come here! The smuggler of the millennium right here!

- Fucking get out! - Ow, wait… Jesus.

- I'm itchy. What the fuck? It itches. - Fuck me…

What the fuck did you give me? It's fucking itching all over!

- I got lice or fleas or something. - Fuck me!

Get up, son.

Get up, Golden!

Get up!

You're gonna sit?

You're walking around hand-in-hand with Kaszub's killer now?

Stop that.

I already told you that's not true!

Dzika told you that. That bitch was here, wasn't she?

She was. That fucking bitch! She's a fucking pig! She's lying!

- Not in front of your dad! - I'm sorry.

Mommy, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Mom. Mom…

Mom…

You think I'm lying?

You… You'd believe her instead of your son?

Fuck… That cunt!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Get out now. - You don't believe me? You believe her?

- Get out! I never wanna see you again! - She's a liar.

Get out!

For fuck's sake, Mom. Open the door!

I said, open up!

Open the fucking door, Mom. You hear me?

Please. Mommy. I'm begging you, open up.

Mommy, I'm sorry.

Mom, would you just open the fuck up!

What's up?

That's Scorpion.

Look at this. Incredible.

I can't even believe my own eyes right now.

Golden.

Brother. Now on, you can always count on us.

Look at you, honey. You need to relax.

- Look at this. - Mm?

Here's a couple percent interest to facilitate future cooperation.

Half a mil extra.

Ah!

- What did you put in this? - Just cats and dogs.

- What? - The dogcatcher leaves them.

- Cats and dogs. - Woof.

Hold it open.

YOUR TAXI TRIP CHINA TOWN RESTAURANT

Are you fucking with me?

A garbage truck. There was a garbage truck there.

There was a garbage truck at the scene where Kaszub was murdered.

A fucking garbage truck.

Listen, I'm just standing in front of one as we speak, and you'll never guess.

There's a fucking camera on the back of it.

It's staring me in the face! I'm going back to the station. Ha!

Two mil wouldn't fit. Is this enough right here?

You know, that day? You remember what was he wearing?

Yeah.

Who wants to drive today? Come on, try it out.

- Mrówka killed my father. - It's not like that. No.

- And now you two are working together? - No, Zuzia. Please, Zizu.

- No, not you too, Zuza, Zuza. - No.

- Please, come here. Zuzka! - No. Go fuck yourself!

Zuza…

never…

gives up on a fight!

Zuza always fights till the end!

- What's up? - When can you be at the station?

- Half an hour, why? - I've got the garbage truck footage.

Oops, you got some here…

Fuck!

Fuck me!

Freeze!

Ah!

Fuck…

Seriously?

You're not gonna shoot me, are you?

You little fucker! Stay down! Stay down!

Right there!

Don't move!

Just breathe in.

And breathe out.

Breathe in. And breathe out.

There are two ways this can go.

We could put this footage online, and I guarantee that within a month,

someone in prison will help you commit a rather successful suicide,

or we could…

…hide the evidence, 'cause we're…

…we're not gonna destroy it, right?

And then you get to go back and hide in your little mouse hole.

You'll still get to enjoy the reputation of being a big, baddy hooligan.

"Mm, mm, mm. Look how angry I am."

"Furioza!"

"Fu…"

You'll belong to us, though.

And if baby Golden does anything to make us mad, anything…

Then a big fucking roller will run him over

and little Golden will be no more.

It's in here.

Be glad you have those tattoos.

When it's your time to go, and they cut you up,

then at least your mother will be able to identify your body.

Get out!

We used to be friends back in the day.

Don't fucking touch that! I know who this house belongs to.

I can get back the cash.

Go! Move it, for fuck's sake! Ow!

Oh.

The last real hooligan is dead.

Fuck me.

Cash is all that counts now.

Try to relax.

They're at the border waiting for us right now. So you're in the clear.

Don't worry. Dima paid what's due. It'll be all right.

They've got a nice place in Odessa for you.

So, you'll live there for a couple of months.

You can rest for a while.

And we'll get you citizenship there too.

You wanna be Ukrainian, or maybe American, hm?

Fuck this. Turn around!

And with the money you have, we can get you anything you need.

Oh, come on now.

I said, turn the fuck around! Did you hear me? Turn around!

You're an enigma, Golden.

Olo?

- What's up? - Got a sec?

Yeah.

Mm… This is from Golden.

All right, thanks.

FOR ZUZIA

ZUZA NEVER BREAKS

Turns out you were right after all.

The sea can't be bought, Eli.

Golden!

Hey, come here, Golden!

Come here.

Golden! Golden!

Golden!

- Ooh… - Golden!

Whoo!

- Golden! - Golden!

You little-- Come here.

Hey! Pass me the ball!

Right here!

Go! Run!

Everyone run to the goal! Run! To the goal! To the goal!

To the goal! To the goal!

Yeah!

- Furioza! - Furioza!

Furioza! Furioza! Furioza!

Furioza! Furioza!

Furioza! Furioza!

- Krzywy. - What's up?

I just found out from Kaszub,

he'd like Olo to lead Furioza now.

The fuck are you saying?

Yeah, it's time.

This is secured evidence. Only three people have access to it.

Whoa.

That fucker.

- Hey, watch it! The fuck? - Marek!

Yeah?

What's up?

Somebody posted the garbage truck footage to Furioza's group with the caption:

"All Polish soccer supporters will hear about this."

God fucking damn it.

Leave him. Leave him! He's mine.

I'm glad you guys are here.

I really wasn't sure what… what to do with myself.

Hold on, hold on, give him a minute! Give him a minute!

Yeah!

- Go on! - Fuck him up!

Get him! Get him!

Get him!

Yeah, get him!

- Well? - Yeah?

You remember the fun we had on that freeway, yeah?

Come on, finish him!

Yeah!

Go on.

Good.

Fuck. Go get him.

Enough. Enough. Enough. Enough!

Enough! Let him go!

- Take him away. Take him away! - Come here.

- Walk away. I'll handle this myself. - Come on.

INSIDE FURIOZA