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Juma - a term used in the border regions of Poland

which meant committing a crime of stealing goods

from western stores, mostly German. It also meant a Slavic

and just redistribution of goods. Wikipedia

Look boys how the devil fucks!

Polish - East German border

Bajadera...

Zyga! Get down from there.

If they catch him, they'll hand him over to the Germans, and he'll get shot.

Zyga, you'll get shot too if they catch you.

Would a German save your ass?

- We'll take him to your place. - Are you nuts? How about your place?

- No way. You know my old man... - I pay you.

Majka!

We have an East German runaway.

Can you put him up for the night?

What?

He crossed the river. He needs to get to the West German embassy tomorrow.

What's she got to do with this? That's our German.

Where do you think you're going? I'm not throwing a party here.

I'll pick him up in the morning...

Hi, I'm Rysio. Get under the blanket.

Zyga...

Forget about it.

Money doesn't grow on trees, you know.

Beer maybe...

- In better days. - It's coming...

Run for it, Zyga.

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go. Now!

What pretty boys.

- Anybody need a blowjob? - Sorry.

- Come on, man. - Are you good for it?

Got change?

Run for it, Zyga. Go!

Go!

She didn't have change.

What are you doing? Drive!

Give her the money back!

Drive!

Why you don't show respect for a working girl?

FEW YEARS LATER

Son of the streets, a real tough guy.

Stole, robbed and fought since he was a kid.

Until a hooker fair did give him the eye.

He fought to make her his and brought her to his lair.

and bleeding from his wounds he whispered in her ear:

For you I want to live, I'd steal for you too,

I'd fight the whole world...

Today's generation of Christians

The collapse of ideology in the countries of Central and

Eastern Europe has left many of your peers with feelings of profound emptiness.

What's up, Cochise?

How come you're squatting like a pussy?

the sense that they've been cheated,

as well as dejection and apprehension.

Sorry, Auntie.

No harm done...

Get this out of here. Zygmunt is learning a trade,

- he doesn't have to hustle. - Baking doughnuts a man's trade?

Get real, sister-in-law. The winds of change

are blowing, and you want him locked up at home?

You need to take life into your own hands, right Ziggy?

Stop being so clever Halina! There's no way I'm letting him go.

You should have had a kid of your own...

Knock it off, both of you. Always the same bullshit.

Yeah? Who with? You see any real men around here?

Stop gawking. That tart's all plastic, trust your Auntie.

- Enough of this TV! - Fuck you all!

The winds of change are blowing here, but only from the john.

Majka!

She's a whore. Definitely.

How would you know?

So how come she looks like that? Where does she get those clothes from?

Damn, it's starting to piss me off. They had Communism there too, and now...

So? Uncle Helmut exchanged East Marks for West Marks

- and now they're living in Eldorado. - How do you know?

I make it my business to know.

Fucking shit!

Goddamn Bulgarian shoes!

You won't get far in those fakes.

Happy now?

Wow! Are those real Adidas?

- Yup. - How much for the Adis?

How much for the Adis?

You couldn't afford them even if you sold your mother.

Should I smack him?

- How much for those shoes? - So I can get beer.

This was the last picture show in our theatre.

Oh well, everything changes.

Thank you. Goodbye.

This is supposed to be a life, mom? Look around! Is this the life I get?

Christ, what's that on your feet? Take them off immediately.

Cardboard coffin shoes, for the dead...

They're all I got.

Ziggy!

Catch!

Zyga, got a smoke?

Fuck you.

Barry, here boy! Fuck...

Fetch! Move!

A little too much there, not enough here.

And me, I bring it all together... Satisfying demand...

And this is where it all evens out.

But I'm keeping the best hidden away for later, Ziggy.

Does your mother know you're here?

Never mind.

Come on! You hide the boxes on the train

just like I showed you.

The Polish border guys are on the take. The Germans won't check you.

There's a news-stand at the station,

you drop off the goods and take the money.

And then?

You get your cut, and you visit Frankfurt.

May l?

Sure. Try them on.

How much?

200. 200 marks.

All I have is 60.

Give it here and they're yours.

Will you be long?

Gimme a break, mom. You'd rather I looked like a loser?

- What's up? - Hey!

- Let me help you with that. - No, thanks. I'll manage.

- No, seriously. Let me help. - No thanks.

So long now.

I'm totally in love with you, Bajadera.

And I'm in love with you.

Presents.

- Go on, take it. - Lord Almighty.

Holy fuck. Adis. Brand new...

What about me?

And for you...

Doris, Daisy, take care of the boys.

They can't be working on an empty stomach. They have hard work to do.

Come and chill out when you get back.

Now that I call hospitality.

Yeah... it's cool here!

And your auntie's not so bad herself. But uh... just a little...

past her shelf-life.

Hammer, man... You sure have a way with words...

What the hell is this English for?

Isn't that too much for one run?

You're the one who said to take matters into your own hands.

As long as nothing slips through your fingers.

Nothing's gonna slip.

But if something does slip, you just pick it up.

Hello, Mister mayor. Make yourself at home!

Ziggy?

Headed for the Reich? Does your mother know you're here?

Sure. Well, happy shopping.

Get me something while you're at it.

And what do you need?

All...

...the best! All the best to you!

Thanks a lot.

Germans are people too, you know?

God bless you!

Hey, look: Yuma. Frankfurt is Yuma!

Cool shit!

But wasn't Yuma a prison?

It's a town, too.

But I remember it from the movie. It was a prison.

It was a town, too. Let's go.

Beautiful, just beautiful!

Take a hike. It's what was at hand. For my Mom.

What else you got there? Is it for me?

Nothing. It's for... my Mom.

Let's go home.

What if they catch us?

Then just yell Heil Hitler and they'll let you go.

Heil Hitler! You can kiss my ass!

It's "arsch", man. We're in the Reich. They call it "Arsch".

- What's harsh? - No, "Arsch" - it means ass in German.

- How would you know? - I make it my business to know.

I'm not gonna yell that.

What kind of a language is that, anyway? Up you Arsh...

Ausweis, bitte.

What?

I meant Old Spice, bitte.

I got some of that.

Well, I'll be damned...

How come you're so beat?

I was worried you might not be around.

No need to worry.

My buddies know you.

I told you Germans were people too, didn't l?

I didn't get it.

- Next time then. - You got it.

Bless you.

Huntchback German going to see Majka, I bet.

And she will see to him.

Shut up. She's not in your league.

Knock it off, will you?

Come and get it, you all.

Rysiek.

Shit, man.

Long time.

Sit down.

- I didn't think you'd be coming back. - Me neither.

I was gonna go to Warsaw after school in Zielona.

Why Zielona? You ran off to go to school?

But they posted me here because I know the locals...

Zielona's a police school.

Hear that, Hammer? Rysio's gonna be staking you out.

Me? Just let him try!

Hey, here's a coming-home present, take it!

You got me wrong...

Watch out, Zyga, watch out...

Don't you fucking think that...

I'm not thinking anything.

Nothing happened back there, man...

Everything happened there.

Watch it, Zyga. You're assaulting a police officer now.

Be my guest.

Have you come to see me as well?

I brought something for you.

I'm busy right now. Come back in an hour. See you.

- Dad, I'll be needing the car again. - For how long?

About this long.

From the land of hustlers - that's us. the Polacks.

From the land of no jobs - that's us. the Polacks.

Here life is a battle - that's us. the Polacks.

You know what I mean - that's us. the Polacks

No vodka. no life - that's us. the Polacks

Never any money - that's us. the Polacks

Eternal hustlers - that's us. the Polacks

You know what I mean - that's us. the Polacks

Feared by all, especially the Jew

A Polack will rob you, a Polack will mug you

He will never let you go, only Russians are worse, you know

You ain 't never seen chaos like we got

It's a third world out here, but I like it a lot

Now here's a little poem for the kids to recite

No dirty mother fucker messes with a Polack's mite

Polish shit in stables beats violets in Naples

Now here's a shocker: if you ain 't with us, you're a sucker

Rooted in our land. rebellion in our blood, Hating our enemies, loving our God

Fanaticism destroys, but I love my country, well...

All the others can go to hell! Nationalism (yeah)

Raise your hands if you're with us For freedom, for our country.

Zig Heil, 5-2 raps for you Raise your fists, we'll always get by

When it's not legal. I'll make it fly by

War rages on now, and hustlers will survive

Buy cheap, charge more, more vodka in store

We'll drink for all our kin, cause drinking's not a sin

Got the vodka, got the beer, a large one, a small one good times are near

Got to hold on, here comes the big one

Fortified tea, cheers grandaddee!

And cheers to our beautiful, Polish ladies

Cheers to us, cheers to you, we'll come to get you one day too

From the land of hustlers - that's us. the Polacks.

From the land of no jobs - that's us. the Polacks.

Here life is a battle - that's us. the Polacks.

You know what I mean - that's us. the Polacks...

Check it out. Hunchback German!

This one from Brzegi!

You gonna boost the hunchback?

Zyga!

Zyga!

See. We again meet. In better times.

Good Germany, I good German.

- How do you say "Cheers" in Polish? - Na zdrowie!

Na zdrowie!

Have you been here long?

Not long. This store belonged to my parents.

- Books won't get me rich, but... - We were supposed to have a drink

in better days.

You're the only ones enjoying the better days though.

Yo, Zyga, ask him what he thinks when he hears "Warszawa".

Ask him yourself.

- Warszawa? - Yes, I know, capital of Poland.

Nope.

So, what does it make you think of?

What do you think of when you hear "Warszawa?"

What am I fucking supposed to think?

Well?

I don't know. About war, uprising, right?

Fuck, no. W-arschau, W-arsch, arsch...

Ah, arsch...

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