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-Hello?
-Hi, sis!

I stopped at a shop

and got almost everything for my girl.

I'm headed to your place.

Hurry up.

I feel like a whale.

I can't sleep, I can't breathe,
and I have terrible heartburn.

I wish she would come already!

Don't say that.

But there are cute moments, too.

Like when she kicks me and says:

"Mom, here I am."

I think I have a name for her. What about…

The number you are trying to reach
is unavailable…

Good morning, Grandma!

Don't call me "grandma."

We need to collect flowers for Mrs. Julia.

I already have.

-You're too perfect.
-Thanks.

But no Mahler or Chopin in the car.

Honestly, you'll never find a girl
if you keep playing them that music.

-Okay, Grandma.
-Don't call me that!

Okay, no "grandma" then.

I was surprised you wanted to go
with me to the private viewing.

I've missed you.

What should I tell my friends
you do for work?

I'm a lawyer with a government job.

Deal.

You look glamorous, Grandma.

200,000 zlotys.

-You're expanding.
-Doing my best.

Good for you. I like your attitude.

You know the terms.
I don't give a shit about the rest.

Fucking awesome.

Careful with the blade.

It's a seppuku knife.

A samurai would end his life with it
if he'd brought shame on himself.

He would stab himself in the stomach

and draw the knife
from right to left and then up.

The bowels would spill out.

You will come to the private viewing.
My wife likes you.

She listens to your music.

Really?

Thanks. I'm flattered.

Some have it better than others.

A 20-meter swimming pool,

a sauna, a Turkish bath,

an airplane, and a private helicopter.

Discipline matters most.

I'd love to quit and
finally live a normal life.

Bali, the Seychelles.

I see what you mean, Grzesiu.

I won't make it hard for you.

Thanks to you, we have a bomb.

We'll find someone to take your place.
You will share your contacts,

-the infrastructure.
-Of course.

I'm kind of interested
in that chemist girl.

What a chick, huh?

A teacher
who runs product with her student.

-You think she gets laid?
-Beats me.

They say he's the public prosecutor's son.

You didn't know that, either?

Indeed, he is the prosecutor's son.

May we have peace.

Grzegorz, my friend, you will be legit.

That's where you'll find real trouble.

Thieves, prosecutors, etc.

It's a jungle out there.

I was raised there.

I have my place, my kids, I'll be fine.

Sure. That's what matters most.

The kids are fine, not hungry.

You have someone to leave the house to.

After a long life.

-Cute kids.
-Aren't they?

-You've no kids, Andrzej, right?
-No, I don't.

You don't know the lengths
one will go to for them.

-Have a good time.
-And a lovely evening.

"I'm sure Julia Berger will surprise
you all with her new sculpture

and her other works but…"

I'm so sorry, sir. I hit you, didn't I?

-Do you need a written statement?
-No. It is just a bumper.

I hit you and you're smiling.

I love when men smile at me, but please…

-Assess the damage.
-Relax. It's just a bumper.

Madam professor! Good evening!

Martyna Rogowska. I attended your lectures

at the liberal arts college.

Of course. I remember you, Ms. Martyna.

-Are we headed to the same place?
-That's right.

Good evening.

-Evening, ma'am.
-Hello.

Good evening, everyone.

I'm certain that tonight Julia Berger
has a surprise in store for us

with her new sculpture.

It is quite unlike her previous works.

I am also convinced that her new work
is a genuine masterpiece,

one of its kind,

yet in keeping with her inimitable style.

A style that has earned her
due recognition around the world.

Are you the professor's son?

-Her grandson.
-Well, yeah.

Should you change your mind…

Martyna Rogowska, interior design.
You fix people's interiors?

More than that.
In your case, it was a bumper.

And what do you do?

Bronek Jamroży, lawyer.

For the government.

Must be exhilarating.

It is, indeed. I will call you.

You'd better do it now.
I don't answer unknown calls.

In my phone under…

Mr. Bronek the Bumper.

Then I'll have you under
"Ms. Martyna Sorry I Hit You."

It is a great honor to see the premiere

of a sculpture
by such an outstanding artist. Julia.

Thank you ever so much,
Professor Magdalena.

Listening to you speak
is like mixing business and pleasure.

I'd like my beloved husband
to unveil the sculpture.

Grzegorz, don't make me beg.

He will be joined
by two lovely assistants,

our precious Małgosia and Jaś.

One, two, three!

Hi. What the hell are you doing?

Trying to take over my contacts?

Kuba, don't judge others
by your own standards.

-That guy, Berger…
-Mr. Berger.

Stop digging,
or you'll end up in a landfill.

Awesome motto, mate!

You should tattoo it on your neck.

You got it?

-Yeah.
-See you tomorrow at nine.

Will you join us?

This is Bronek, my grandson.

And this is Andrzej Kalina.
An old friend of mine.

-Nice to mee you, Mr. Bronisław.
-The pleasure is all mine.

Mrs. Magdalena said
you hold a government job.

And I, or we, are recruiting lawyers.

What about a meeting?
No obligations, just to talk.

-In that case, I'd love to.
-Can you take me home?

My back is killing me. High heels.

Sure.

-I'd love to talk but vis maior.
-Of course.

-Hopefully, I'll see you soon.
-Bye.

If I believed in God,
I'd say "God forbid."

In creating this sculpture,

Julia Berger has revealed her mastery.

…you'll end up in a landfill.

But most importantly,
she is giving us something

that is most highly regarded in the arts.

-Let take it for a spin.
-Forget it.

Check out these wheels.

I wish it wasn't electric.

You need to charge it for hours.

Instead of filling her up.

Have you heard of
those 30 minute chargers?

This beauty goes
from 0 to 100 km/h in three seconds.

Wiesiek! Fucking hell!

What's with the supermarket?
Has it been confirmed?

This is 17. We have a body.

I'm on site.

The victim: Wiesław Kurpisz, 44,

a security guard with Tryton Security.

Funny. There was a guitarist
by the same name - Wiesiek Kurpisz.

It happened two hours ago.

Tomasz Jasiecki, the victim's partner,

called in the first responders.

Hand me the radio.

Put up roadblocks at the corner of
Puławska and Wilanowska.

We have a head
at the ERAC supermarket parking lot.

The perpetrators remain at large.
Keep the media out of it.

Are you okay?

-Morning, Madam Prosecutor.
-What do we know?

It's a difficult one. No one got
a good look at the perpetrators.

Two masked males. 20-45 years old.

Both in black.

Wiesław Kurpisz was killed instantly.

They set him on fire
and dragged him by a 4x4.

I'm glad your men are on the case.
What's left of your team.

-We're recruiting new men.
-Any leads?

A grocery store security guard
murdered brutally and ostentatiously.

It makes no sense.

Tomasz Jasiecki, the witness.

Good morning.

Judyta Różycka,
District Prosecutor's Office.

Describe Wiesław Kurpisz's reaction
when he was attacked.

-I wasn't looking at him.
-What were you doing here?

Wiesiek just bought a new car.

I can show you.

Have you photographed it? After you.

Where were you looking
when he was attacked?

That way.

You were looking away from your partner

and the car you were talking about?

I don't get it.

No, I was looking at the car and Wiesiek.

So, you weren't looking that way,
but at your partner and his car.

Yeah.

And yet you didn't notice
two attackers getting out of their car?

What kind of place is this?

I pick shrooms here.

It's okay. I'm fine.

I can't leave now. The store is open.

I need to go. Bye.

Hang on!

Okay.

Someone must've tipped them off
that the guards were leaving.

Or they were waiting patiently.

We need a witness
to be able to open his locker.

Usually, there are two guards
working on one shift.

One keeps an eye on the CCTV,
the other roams the store.

The killers must've known
they were both leaving.

Hey, Chief!

An employee found
a suspicious-looking package.

We called in the drug squad.

That's the last thing we need.
Let's do our job.

-200,000 zlotys.
-Fancy a taste?

You fucking know it.

You're not counting it?

I know where you live.

Switch on your mobile.
I'll send you something.

-What?
-Have a look.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Hey! Kuba!

This is your emergency number.

You can call it any time, 24/7.

After a few minutes,
someone should come to the rescue.

What are you talking about?

I'm a cop, and you're my new inside man.

Wait, I forgot. You're interested, right?

Or would you rather die behind bars?

Bronek, please.

Let's make a deal, okay?

I've been tailing you for six months,
listening to the shit you call your rap.

You're trying to bribe me
like I'm a beat cop?

-Let's make a deal. I can't.
-Yes, you can and you will.

Does your mother know she raised a moron?

Gimme that!

I know you.

You love screwing, ice, and booze.

You know you won't get that in jail.

No. That's why you'll sign
anything I ask you to.

And you will rat out everyone, you got it?

Like hell I do.

Or I break this hand or both!

Because you're resisting arrest.

You want that?

I don't! Okay, I'll collaborate.

I gave you two kilograms of coke.

Be happy. As of today, I'm your supplier.

You got me scared, Luizjana.

We've been busy all morning.

I know. I'm waiting on a convoy.

Don't tell me you've found
cocaine in a fruit transport again.

They found it. Stashed under the bananas.

Banal, isn't it?

Hi, I'm Paula.

So, you're his new…

Not yet.

But the best is yet to come.

Right…

Let's go. Too many cops in one store.

-And you're coming with me.
-Who, me?

To witness a search.

-Take the locker keys.
-Sure.

We need a pair of scales.

Yeah. I can get you one.

Witia, go get the scales.

We're searching the employee locker

belonging to the deceased, Wiesław Kurpisz

in the presence of
Detective Inspector Paula Karmańska

DI Ludwik Bończyk, and the witness…

Tomasz Jasiecki.

One navy blue jacket.

Empty pockets.

-Do you recognize this?
-Yes, that's Wiesiek's jacket.

Thank you.

Next…

Bananas.

In the deceased's locker,
we've found a bag of bananas.

-How many?
-Should I count them?

Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for bottled mineral water.

Please, leave.

Ideally, multi-packs.
They're easier to carry.

I understand but you need to leave.

-Is there a problem?
-I'll help him find the water.

May I?

-Go.
-What was the fuss about?

Follow me.

Keep counting your bananas, Chief.

Here it is.

-One multi-pack or two?
-One will do.

Here.

Why didn't you go home?

What?

Your buddy was killed before your eyes.

Why did you not go home?

What are you waiting for?

Your water, sir.

Jaskółka, how much coke have you got?

Sorry, Ludwik. Case is confidential.

We've found some bananas
in the victim's locker.

If the victim was waiting
for your package, our cases overlap.

-What are you talking about?
-You never worked in a store?

Why?

Cash doesn't need to add up,
the weight does.

The bananas may have been used
to replace the missing weight.

-How many kilos have you got?
-Eight and eight. Sixteen.

Now we know
why he had a car worth 20 grand.

-Bingo!
-What?!

The drug squad seized
a bulk shipment of cocaine.

The smuggling channel has been exposed.

Simple and effective.

An investigative team
should consist of opposite types.

Don't hesitate to pair
cautious types with hotheads…

Hi.

Females with males.

And all of them together.

I'd like to know how you feel about
this collaboration.

Come on, Moms.

Paulina is an awesome cop.

Police academy's top student,

-experience abroad.
-Only two semesters.

Thanks, DCI.

Well, anyway. There are two of us.

We're up to our ears in work,
as much as when we had Ula,

Leszek, and Manjaro.

I've been looking,

but good cops are hard to come by.

Too bad.

The two of us can handle the red tape,

but we need men to run an investigation.

Okay.

-How are things at home?
-Fine.

Luizjana? What are you doing here?

Olga, let me introduce
DCI Ludwik Bończyk. My superior.

-We've met. Good evening.
-Yeah.

-Missing your bachelor days?
-Sure.

Like everyone. Bye!

-Has his wife thrown him out?
-Booze or abuse?

-Neither.
-That's why. Forget it.

Too loud? Call the cops!

Nothing?

A charred guard, 16 kg of ice gone,
and no one is bragging about it?

That security guy wasn't some pipsqueak.

-He did wholesale.
-What do you know about him?

Those are not my contacts.
I got nothing to do with him.

I asked around and nothing.

What else can I tell you?

Let's say I believe you.

That all? I need to get back to work.

Kuba, you really call that work?

Yeah, it's a job, just like yours.

By the way, why are your men tailing me?

No one is tailing you.

Bye.

Kuba?

I'll be in touch.

Tip me off next time.

See you.

Go on, coppers, go on.

Get the fuck off me!

-Hello?
-Ms. Martyna? Forgive the late call.

It is going to cost you dearly
to replace that smashed bumper.

-How much?
-Picture something…

exorbitantly high.

What is it?

A giraffe.

The amount needed for the repair is

like a hundred giraffes
stacked one on top of another.

But I can cancel the debt
if you agree to have dinner with me.

Tomorrow evening.

I can't.

Is it the date or the time?

I'm otherwise engaged.

A football match invitation
from one of my clients.

Are you into sports?

I love them.

I'll send you the information.

I look forward to it.

He's made contact.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!

Welcome to the lovely
Gen. Maczek Alley stadium.

In just a few minutes,
the teams will walk out onto the pitch.

Hello.

-I'll take the biggest one, please.
-Here.

Thank you.

I have a confession to make.

This is my first time.

And I'm not much a football fan.

You should've said something.

I was afraid I'd lose my chance.

Smart.

I like it here!

You can feel the energy.

Emotions run higher in a group.

I didn't come to watch the match,
but to be with you, miss.

Can we be on first-name terms?

You think so?

Martyna.

Bronek.

The fuck is this?

Police!

Kuba, medics are on their way.

Fuck, Kuba, stay with me.

Kuba, can you hear me?

Kuba?

Step back.

Can you hear me? Hold his head.

Let's go.