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THESE EVENTS ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

SOME DETAILS HAVE BEEN CHANGED
FOR THE SAKE OF THOSE STILL ALIVE.

The Polish mafia hurt a lot of people,
everyone knows that.

But have you ever wondered
how many people hurt the Polish mafia?

I'd say only one.

Masa.

He hurt a lot of decent thugs
with his tall tales.

As he was the first one
to start snitching on his friends,

everyone believed his lies.

But the real truth about gangsters…

PRESENT DAY

…is totally different.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I've been informed that…

Yes, there he is.

That's him.

The third part of your saga
begins with a poetic description.

You burned half a ton of cocaine
so it wouldn't get into the Polish market.

Yes, I really wanted
to protect people from drugs.

Especially the youngest generation.

I was born in the shithole
that was the Polish People's Republic.

Contrary to what you may think,

you don't need a fucked-up family
in order to become a gangster.

I had a place to live and to sleep.

I had loving parents and a great sister.

I have no idea how this family
ended up with a prick like me.

We can't lose this game.
Portugal now. Alves, Chalana.

Kasperczak takes the ball
and passes it to Lato…

The coal's here.

A lot of turnovers. Poland down the left…

-The coal's here.
-Just in time.

A cross to Szarmach,
but he won't reach it.

Humberto heads it behind the line
for a corner.

This time it's not Henryk Kasperczak,

but Kazimierz Deyna's
running towards the flag.

The crowd is booing. Deyna!
A short run-up, a cross…

No, it's a direct shot!

Gabriel misses the ball.
Bento is helpless. Goal!

Goal!

Kazimierz Deyna scores
directly from the corner.

Poland is leading Portugal in Chorzów 1-0.

An emotional moment.

We're going to Argentina
for the World Cup.

HOW I BECAME A GANGSTER

How did that happen?

That's tomato soup.

It's still there.

And this one?

Where did you get it?

We were running around with Laura
and I hit the door.

Yeah.

He hit it so hard
it almost fell off its hinges.

And I thought you had a fight again.

No way, Dad.

It was delicious. Thanks, Mom.

A good gangster always tells you
the story you want to hear.

For as long as I can remember,
I fought anyone.

A couple of fights a day.

On the playground, I learned

what they now call MMA,
Krav Maga or whatever.

To begin the fight,
always act like a loser.

When the dumb prick believes it,
you start your own game.

You'll get your ass kicked one day too.

I am shocked.

Your son is a little hit man.

"Little"? You will regret that.

I'd like to ask you not to do anything.

My son is a little lost, but…

he's a good boy.

Skillful, intelligent.

He doesn't steal.

Let's call it… a final warning.

Thank you very much, Mr. Principal.

You see, son?
Say thank you to to the principal.

Did you win at least?

I was ten years old.

I had no idea who I was going to be,

but I promised myself
that I would never, ever,

let some fucker catch me again.

As a little boy,
I loved stealing my dad's cab.

I didn't know the city,
so I followed the night bus route.

Stop!

I saw them for the first time then.

Watch out.

Get the fuck out!

They didn't work or sleep at night.

They had money, whores and cars.

They could fight as often as they wanted
and no one could do anything about it.

They're gangsters.

Gangsters.

I said to myself,
"One day, I'll become one of them."

Taxi?

Solidarity, Wałęsa,
Popiełuszko, martial law.

I didn't give a shit about any of it.

In the '80s, the state was the mafia.

This was where the biggest scams happened.

If you wanted to make money,
you had to cooperate.

With the authorities' permission,
Nikoś stole cars in West Germany.

Barabasz stole trucks,
Malizna dealt with currency,

Słowik handled burglaries,
and Pershing ran casinos.

Little wise guys
were becoming serious gangsters.

I wanted to be like them.

I was a skinny youngster,
but I looked mature for my age.

My first business idea
came to me from a lovely girl…

Dorotka.

Since she was little,
her morality was fucked,

but she was loyal and hard-working.

That's probably why she became
a member of Parliament in the '90s.

You were great.
It was a pleasure doing business with you.

Kind of a cunty line, I admit.

-Whatever they say about you…
-You got smokes?

Take my father's pack.

What would I want a pack for?

For this service, I want a whole carton.

A service?

Did you think
I came here with you for fun?

Yeah.

You're good-looking, but come on.

Okay, 100 is also fine.

THE MAN WITH WHITE EYES

Listen.

Do you know any other girls
that would easily,

you know,

give themselves to others for money?

That whore around?

-Yeah.
-Sure.

My friend,

my sister,

my mother.

I couldn't believe my luck.

I owe my first gangster brainwave
to this little whore.

Maybe not your mother.

It was the perfect business plan.

I'm not saying I invented prostitution,
but you only had to connect a few dots.

Your ID.

He's my son.

First of all,

I had access to some simple ladies
with low expectations of the world.

Second of all,

my dad often drove rich Arabs
who were looking for one thing only.

-Welcome to Poland.
-Lech Wałęsa.

Where to?

Women.

Anal sex.

Sir, this is a Catholic country.

I'll show you anal sex.

Get out.

Please get out of the car.

Get out of the taxi now.

Lech Wałęsa.

You cannot sit on a monument
with your dirty ass.

I'll fucking show you anal sex.

Dad wasn't open to different religions.

Unlike me.

Especially if it was profitable.

I think I was the only kid in the capital
to give my dad his allowance back.

So, you're welcome.

I connected the dots, making more money
in one night than my dad did in a month.

What about her?

Wait, I'll go.

Be back soon.

My dad was very concerned.

The girls were happy,
because they earned a lot.

The Arabs were happy
because they had anal sex.

But I was missing the adrenaline rush.

Finally, thank God.

Get off me!

Son?

Dear God.

Is this how you make a living?

Dad, he wanted to beat my friend up.

Nice to meet you.

Ryszard.

Go to the car.

Dad.

Okay, I'm off.

Goodbye, sir.

You're in deep shit.

Should I take it?

No way.

Whores would snitch on me eventually.

Give it back to the Arabs
and die from boredom?

Luckily, there was a third option.

Gentlemen,

thanks to you,
a very important thought occurred to me.

Whatever you do,
don't do it for the money.

Are we cool?

Oh, one more thing.

You can steal money, spend it,
you can wipe your ass with it.

But there are things you cannot buy.

Adrenaline.

Pride.

Sense of power.

Character.

You were great.

It was a pleasure doing business with you.

Whatever they say about you,
you're like brothers to me.

It was the first time I saw this boy.

A dozen or so years later,
he would become my best friend.

And I'd be forced
to shoot him in the back.

I'll talk about it later.

The mafia is strongest
when the state is weak.

In the '90s, we treated the police
like mentally-disabled second cousins.

The old Pruszków and Pershing
had the entire country in their pockets.

Their captains, Kiełbasa, Bryndziak,

and the future Nobel prize in literature
laureate, Masa, Poland was theirs.

Truck robberies,
alcohol smuggling, cigarettes, cocaine,

protection money, whores, security.

How the hell did I end up in here?

Who are those guys, really?

It's too small.

Fuck.

What are we stealing? Honey?

Wait, I was supposed to begin
this part differently.

One more time.

The first capital of Poland was Gniezno.

The second one was Kraków.

The third, Warsaw.

And the fourth capital was Pruszków.

And I was promoted to caporegime.

I had a crew of some 30 people.

They say that you make
the best cappuccino in town?

And every single one of my soldiers
brought me a stack of cash once a week.

Maggi is calling for him.

Maggi wants to see you.

It's Maggi.

-Wait, I'll search you.
-I'm not packing.

-Mariuszek.
-Are you a fag or what?

Fuck me!

Maggi.

He was as cruel
as he was sleazy and disgusting.

But he was also no-nonsense
and profit-minded.

In Pruszków's golden era,
he was one of the five managing directors.

The king always fucks the queen.

Do you think I buy these jocks in bulk?

-He disrespected me.
-Disrespected, my ass.

He's doing his job.

Hit other jocks, leave ours alone.

Mariuszek is suffocating, take him away.

I have an idea.

Awesome ideas don't come
to your head just like that.

They most often come with someone's help.

Listen, my brother works
at the main post office.

Cool, can we talk about it in 30 seconds?

All right.

Okay, talk.

I'm all ears.

Listen, he hasn't worked there that long.

He's all right and he gets it…

Usually, a good idea
comes with a presenter.

That's the person
that tells the gangster everything.

…you'll tell him what you want,
maybe you can work something out.

In this case, it was a "Human Cunt."

I am not working for this kind of money.

He'd been dominated by his mother,

beaten by his friends,
and blown off by every girl.

Human Cunts snitched on Jews
during World War II,

during communism, on the opposition,

and in the '90s
they would snitch on their colleagues

just to feel important
for the briefest moment.

They live like cunts and die like cunts.

Exactly on the fourth day of every month,
exactly at 11:00 a.m.

One and a half million zlotys
in a suitcase.

Salaries for all
the post office employees in Warsaw.

Five men, five guns.

You're asking for permission.

Yes, I am.

20% for you.

Is someone going to take care
of this fucking Mariuszek or not?

Boy,

you're a storm trooper.

You beat the shit out of bitches.

And there goes my plan.

But now is the time
for the real Operation Arsenal.

All right.

Long live the Pruszków mafia!

But…

What the fuck? What do you mean by "but"?

…the operation will be led by Crowbar.

If everything goes well,
we'll think about the next step.

You know why Maggi is called that?

Because whatever you cook,
if you add Maggi,

even the most delicious meal
becomes tasteless.

This fucker added this shit to everything.

You've probably heard
or read in criminal records

a sentence like,
"The victim was killed with a blunt tool."

You must've wondered
what the fuck that means.

Well, Crowbar is a blunt tool.

He freezes for a week
when you ask him what's two plus two.

This fucker was supposed to lead
my Operation Arsenal.

Subtle, precise, discreet.

Hey, man.

I've heard there's a job to be done.

Subtle, precise, discreet.

I'm Crowbar.

And this is Young Crowbar.

Crowbutt?

Crowbar, not Crowbutt.

You have something for me?

What's your weight class?

Which cunt gave this to you?

The only thing you should care about
is that the cunt gets 10%.

Maybe write a special greeting
under our ID numbers for the prosecutor.

The worse an idiot is at writing,
the more he wants to write.

How do you spell "mój"?

Just like Masa.

O with an accent.

Marian, take someone
from the city and get the car.

Mariuszek, stake out the location.

And you two, pick up the guns from Blat.

Blat is like a brother to me.

He got me the gun
to whack Skinny, from Wawer.

-You whacked him?
-Who else?

He was kneeling, begging for mercy.
Squealing like a pig.

Nice.

Yeah, right, you dickhead.

Skinny was two meters tall
and was whacked by Nuthead's sidekick.

While he was sleeping.

But I appreciate the info
that I cannot trust you.

Don't be scared.

They like to drink a little
and shoot at cans.

What the fuck are you doing, Crowbutt?

Crowbar.

I came to pick up the guns from Blat.

From a drunk guy? With his friends around?

Yeah.

Welcome to the '90s.

Maybe you'll also tell them
what we need these guns for?

I already did, when ordering.
They'll be cheering us on.

It was Crowbar's order.

I'll wait in the car.

Don't be a pussy.

Whatever, I'll be back in half an hour.

I'll grab me a sausage.

Hey!

Some people channel their stress from work
by watching football on TV.

Unfortunately,
I don't give a fuck about that.

I have to channel my stress differently.

It's sort of a sporting competition.

You were great.

It was a pleasure doing business with you.

Whatever they say about you,
you're like brothers to me.

Respect.

How the hell did I end up in here?

Who are those guys, really?

Fuck.

When you're conducting a heist
you've masterminded,

when you're holding a gun,

when there's a suitcase
with two million zlotys,

twenty seconds is a fucking long time.

What was I thinking about then?
I saw the things I had messed up.

I'm taking part in a heist
that was organized by a complete moron.

Did the moron plan it well? I don't know.

I left this entirely to chance.

Weapon obtained during a barbecue.
Do I know its origin?

Maybe someone was killed with it?
I don't know.

I left this entirely to chance.

Who's this man?

Is he a scoutmaster from some camp…

POSTAL GUARD

…or a former commando
that'll fuck us all up?

I don't know. I didn't check.

There's money inside,
but is it only money?

Maybe there's also paint that'll explode?
Or a radio transmitter?

I have no fucking clue.

What's this guy going to do?

Will he focus on the job
or will he hate me for breaking his nose?

How many cameras are recording us?

How many after-hours policemen
sit in the cars around us?

Is there an excavator
blocking our way out?

I don't know, I didn't check.

-I can buy you whatever you like.
-Did you have real guns?

Come to my room and I'll show you my gun.

Do you have condoms?

-Fine, I'll give you a handjob.
-You will?

Did you think he shot himself in the back?

-What about Fatty?
-He's down.

-And the tough guy from Tarchomin?
-He's down. Where's the vodka?

It's down.

For the man that came up
with the heist of the century!

Why aren't you celebrating?

You deserve it.

I'm still young, but I think
that when someone steals something,

he shouldn't go about
shouting about it, right?

Mariuszek.

Wait.

Are you with this crew?

Do you remember the boy on the bike?
That's him.

And who are you?

They call me Walden.

If there's a chance to make some money,
I'm interested.

Do you want to be like them?

Rather like you.

THE MAN WITH WHITE EYES

Police, down on the ground!

Down on the ground!

Look at him. He's searching my naked legs.

Who's more scared here?

The funny thing is,
I wasn't arrested for the heist,

but for puncturing
that Polonia hooligan's lung.

The heist crew had so much fun
the following months

that the whole city heard about them.

They got them one by one.

A total of 32 people were indicted.

The police kept browsing
these fucking notes that Crowbar had made,

and knocking on doors, one by one.

Even his mother was locked up,
as they hid the guns at her place.

Thirty-two people.

Crowbar, 13 years.

Maggi, 15 years.

Young Crowbar, seven years.

Marian, seven years.

The rest got three to four years.

I was being held for a different matter,
so I had to wait for my sentence longer.

In the meantime,
the Polonia hooligan showed some balls,

and they found me innocent.

The time I spent in custody
was deducted from my heist sentence.

I was free after 18 months.

Yes, I know. I was a lucky fucker.

Meanwhile,
the police took everything I owned,

and I had to start from scratch.

It was then that I decided
18 months was enough.

I wouldn't come back inside.

I wouldn't be like other gangsters.
I wouldn't be an idiot.

Since then, I'd do everything on my own.
Just the way I wanted.

I'll tell you a story
of how I joined a group

of the most influential thugs
in this fucked-up country.

In the mid '90s, the idyll ended.

But Kiełbasa wasn't killed by the police.

Neither was Nuthead, Nikoś,
Pershing, or dozens of other thugs.

It wasn't the police that shot Gama up.

The Polish mafia had it all,
and fucked it all up.

All on their own.

The most important question is,
who can you trust?

It was found in a ditch,
with three other puppies.

The others were taken quickly,
but nobody wants this one.

Who would rather go to jail than snitch
when facing a five-year sentence?

Money doesn't matter.

There's always someone who can outbid you.

Trust can only be built on affection.

Save a lame puppy and he'll be faithful
for the rest of his life.

For now I have a tracksuit.
When I make more, I'll look like you.

Can I call you "chief"?

Give me all you've got.

Sit down.

Sit the fuck down.

Let my friend go, I let yours go.

I'll rip him apart!

He's good.

Welcome to the team, son.

Can I get up now?

Am I safe now?

There is no shame in getting beaten up.

What's shameful
is leaving a friend behind.

There is a French saying,

"It doesn't matter who you begin with,
it only matters who you end up with."

I've created my own criminal crew.
Different from all the others.

Only a couple of the most trusted people
have access to me.

Even if each of them had 30 soldiers,
I'd never see them.

I give all orders face to face.

The groups have no clue about each other.

Masa ended the Polish mafia
because everybody knew about everything.

Damn.

Chief, is it true
that you fucked five hooligans up?

It's true.

-And 15 Arabs.
-How many?

Facts don't matter,
you need to work on your legacy.

I found Malczewski's Narcissus.

It's a chick.

Did you know?

I know a lot of things,
some things I don't.

There is no fucking shame in not knowing.

The thing is to know your boundaries,

and pick your crew
so that it doesn't have any weak spots.

Crater is a cold-blooded motherfucker.

Precise technician.

Gollum isn't the smartest cookie.

He comes in first,

handles the knife-wielding owner
or a guard dog and takes it on the chin.

And then there's Thousand.

Clear.

He can make anyone laugh.

Sometimes to death.

Never mind.

We have what we came for.

Malczewski's Narcissus.

You're right.

That's a chick.

Chief?

-Should we take this as well?
-Do you have a buyer for that?

-No.
-Steal only stuff you can sell.

All right, we have it. Let's go.

It was enough to follow a couple of rules.

We're not looking for attention,
we steal only from wealthy people.

We never touch women or children.

The whole world is our oyster.

These two types are important.
Artificial and natural.

However, pre-sowing fertilization
of the garden soil

means inserting the fertilizer
into the soil before you plant,

using either a plough or a harrow.

The guy was going on
about soil fertilization,

and I couldn't take my eyes off a girl
for the first time.

I liked everything about her.

Her eyes, her hair,
the way she bit her pen.

I'll repeat.

What the fuck?

Can we decrease
the risk of soil degradation

with natural fertilization?

Yes.

Because we have no limits.

The only limits we have
are the ones we create.

That's a bold theory.

Remember that while fertilizing the soil.
It's most important to feel limitless.

Hey, buddy.

Crowbutt.

Young Crowbar, God damn it.
Long time no see.

I haven't seen you for so long.
How's life?

People say you're doing some crazy stuff.

-Weren't you sentenced for seven years?
-Yeah.

And it's been only three.

They got amnesia
and they let me out earlier. Legally.

Amnesia?

Amnesia.

Would you have something for me?
A job to do?

-You snitched.
-Are you fucking crazy?

Listen, I know you didn't snitch on me,
so I won't whack you.

Man…

Look at you.

You're trash.

Thank you.

Here you go.

I don't know, these girls are too pretty.

Come on, chief.

Your friend is having a meltdown
and he asked me to keep you company.

-Hello.
-What the fuck are you doing?

I didn't expect you
to act like a peasant when irritated!

-What the fuck are you saying?
-Nothing.

-Listen to me--
-No, you listen to me.

Please, don't lower
this conversation to the level

on which you've been beaten
your entire life.

Here I come to your world,
where you can be someone you are not,

so sit down and forget about her.

You don't know
how much you owe me right now.

She's way out of your league, Kevin.

My name is Adam.

Exactly, that's great.
So get the fuck out of here, Adaś.

He's not my friend.

He was simply…

hitting on me.

So now we know how not to do it.

What else should a guy
who cares about you not do?

Does he really care?

First of all, he shouldn't think I'm easy

and that he could take me to bed
on the first date.

Who?

The one who cares.

He definitely doesn't care about a girl
that's willing to bang on the first date.

What about the second?

The third?

Whenever we can't control
ourselves any longer.

"We"?

The guy who really cares about me
shouldn't act like someone he's not.

Would you like
to be a conman's girlfriend?

This is me.

You're old, but I like your name.

It's a bold move on the first date.

So it's a date after all?

Not really, but if it were,
it would be a very bold move.

-What can I do to make it a date?
-We'd have to get to know each other.

People get to know each other when dating.

But they have to know something
before they go on a date.

-It's much safer.
-What would you like to know?

-What do you do for a living?
-And you?

I have to feel safe as well.

I study garden design.

Could you take a look at mine?

All right, so what's the occupation
of a single man

who owns a house with a garden?

Yeah, keep on lying.
It'll work out great for you.

I own a company.

-What kind of company?
-One that raises funds.

Tell me which kind of funds
you've raised recently then.

First, I prepare the ground
for my business partners.

My people dazzle the potential investors
with visions of high profits.

That's the living room.

Good motivation is the most important.

I've been looking for you all over.
Come on!

-Big money?
-Only.

I'm paying the deposit today,
and you hold this for me.

Persuasion plays an important role.

These are priority clients.

Anyone can be seduced.

I'm impressed.

Success is a state of mind.

Which button do I press?

When you achieve it,
it's time to pay your partners back.

What's your name?

How do you do it?

I'm off. See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Wait.

You are probably in a hurry too.

You need to dazzle
a few interlocutors tomorrow.

But what does that have to do with…

Perfect alibi, tell people
what they want to hear.

But you should tell me
what you really want to say.

So?

I've never been so stressed
by a conversation with another person.

Okay. Anything else?

And…

I'm a thief.

-You know, I am--
-That's enough for me.

We're limitless, after all.

The only limits are the ones
in our heads, right?

Wait, are you…

I had a drink. Come on, walk me home.

I told him to go to the brothel.

She won't put out anyway.

Somebody help me! Get off me!

-Get off me, man.
-Please.

Finally, someone strong enough
to beat you up, prick!

-Thank you very much.
-But I love you.

-That's how you deal with assholes.
-Michał!

Michał! Michasiu!

Are you out of your fucking mind?
What have you done?

Somebody help me!

-What?
-I've never done it in a place like this.

Only tell me the truth, and I'll let you
fuck me in the National Museum.

Home invasion?
That's not very nice, is it?

I'm supposed to be trash?

You've spent a long time at the top.
Now you'll find out

what it's like at the bottom.

Generally speaking, I'm fucked.

Have you been practicing this all week?

My only chance is to break through
this wall of meat and run.

When you are being hit by two people,
anyone can hit the right spot.

When you're being hit by six people,
they interfere with each other.

But if they put me inside this trunk,
I'll never get out of it.

Now or never.

Use what you have on hand.

It will be easier for the two of us,

at least for some time.

Fuck him up!

This is how you create a fucking legend.

In this city, in this country,
you must not touch me.

Yesterday's wolves became today's sheep.

The entire city knew
who I was looking for.

And that I'd never let
any of these fuckers go.

Where is Young Crowbar?

Gobble it up.

Help your friend out.

Give me your finger.

No, God damn it, no!

Physical torture isn't enough.

Each of my torturers
got eternal shame and humiliation as well.

When someone threatens our boss
with a finger, they lose it.

Where is Young Crowbar?

I don't know!

-Hello.
-Hi.

I was thinking I could come by your garden
tomorrow and see what can be done.

My garden?

When do you want to come?

Maybe Friday at 6:00 p.m.?

Okay. I can't wait, bye.

We're suggesting cooperation
on this beautiful, sunny day.

-Bye.
-Please, come on.

Everyone will benefit from that.

You haven't eaten it all, have you?

Please come in.

The entrance's at the front.

I've looked into
the local real estate market.

The experts value your house
at 1,5 million zlotys.

And I would like to offer you,
for the house and the beautiful garden,

double that amount… in cash.

But you would have to move out
in three days.

Chicken soup?

There are two chapters
in the history of Polish mafia.

The first, the golden era,
was just about to finish.

And the second,

which began with the introduction
of crown witnesses.

The first Polish witness was Masa.

A thug who snitched on
half of the Polish mafia

in order to save his fat ass.

Friends, best friends,
enemies, and complete strangers.

One idiot got broken by the police
and the Pruszków gang disappeared.

The ones that weren't killed
in private feuds went to jail.

Old Pruszków thugs got six-year,
seven-year sentences.

Hundreds of capos and soldiers
ended up in jail.

A big hole appeared
in the middle of gangster Poland.

This hole had to be filled by someone.

Do you think they will like me?

Your parents?

Isn't it enough that I like you?

Fuck.

Quiet, Merynos.

Password?

Masa, suck a dick.

Come in.

Chief, look what I have in here,
brand new.

Color screen,
memory that holds ten photos.

I already have five, a little gallery…

Walden, my foster son.

He commands 30 soldiers, he's my bumper.

He's my vanguard that takes the first hit.

And he's super excited
about a color screen.

…discreet, as if they knew me.

Young Crowbar is in the Tricity.

I promise I'll get that fucker for you.

Take my old apartment. Settle down.

No.

And, by the way,
my parents think I work in a garage.

Magdalena, what do you do?

I'm starting my own
landscape architecture business.

-Can you make a living doing that?
-I think so, over time.

And you, son, when will you
finally start making money?

And quit working in that garage?

I'm looking for something new, Dad.

Listen.

Take my cab.

I'm not healthy enough anymore.

You're guaranteed
to make 1,700 zlotys a month.

1,700 zlotys a month?

That's an excellent idea, Dad.

Cheers to you, children.

Rysiu, it's so nice of you
to give him the car.

He'll finally start making money,
and not in a garage.

Magda is a smart girl, you know?

Daddy gave me the best idea ever.

The cab became
my crew's mobile command center.

I'd been a taxi driver for two years
and I'd never driven a real customer.

The car wasn't suspicious
and easily transported six people.

Exactly six.

Perfect.

Walden is my right-hand man.
He takes all the risk.

He trains the rookies. He's good at it.

Hey, new guy,
make him tell you where Young Crowbar is.

Why me?

He said we're all professionals,
but you're a pussy.

Yes, it's really that easy.

What was I supposed to ask him?

-Who will explain this to me?
-We were just having fun.

It's a bet. Our friend has
to get into this cold-ass water.

We need a better reason to whack a cop.

Come on, gentlemen.
Let me go in there because I'll make 500.

If I freeze here, I won't get anything.

You better not catch a cold in here.

What were the odds of the police
coming here exactly at this moment?

Zero.

What were the odds of this guy
showing some balls and not snitching,

even though the policemen
could've saved his life?

Zero.

Thanks to his attitude,
he escaped his destiny.

Get lost.

That's why,
instead of disappearing in the river,

he returned to his family business.

He took over his dad's fishing boat.
You could say we saved his life.

What are you looking at? Let's roll.

One day, my perfect world
started falling apart.

Hi.

Smart, very smart.

I tell my people the same thing.
Think outside the box, plan a scheme.

But they're mostly idiots.

Anyone who thinks he's invisible
becomes an idiot.

I have something, a big thing.

I handle the idea and the execution,
you provide protection and your name.

Profit's half a million.

I'm listening.

So maybe… come to my place.

To the swimming pools on Inflancka Street.

You think you can get into my cab,
and I'll just take you wherever you like?

Don't tell anyone.

That was the first and last
real taxi ride in my life.

I didn't charge him for it.

We're here.

Tell me, how much time do you need
to fully recover?

-Forty-five minutes.
-Damn.

Wait.

Who could this be knocking on our door?

Welcome to my humble kingdom,
hakuna matata.

You know I didn't mean to do it.

Hole.

Hey, homie.

You may feel a bit confused,
but I'll explain everything.

The one kneeling is Ziko.

The one next to him
with a hole in his leg, is Hole.

A funny coincidence.

Ziko…

The more drunk he gets,
the more impatient he becomes.

Ziko's dog tried to hump Hole's leg.

And Hole said that Ziko's dog is a fag.

Ziko doesn't like fags

because they fucked him in jail
and he's still disgusted.

So he shot Hole.

But Ziko is his friend,
and now he's apologizing to him.

And we're all here wondering
what Hole will do first,

bleed out or accept the apology.

But he will definitely have to buy
a new couch as he messed this one up.

Okay.

Focus.

Start talking, Acid.

There's this guy
with a poultry farm near Grodzisk.

He's filthy rich, we've been watching him.

He's got a 14-year-old daughter.

-We'll kidnap her from school and then--
-That's enough.

Let him finish.

Children?

I'm out.

Walden.

What's wrong with it?

Marian, God damn it, I'm totally out.

I'm not doing anything with them.
Not with him.

His head is filled with dope.

You want me to talk business with him?

Am I supposed to believe
he won't snitch on me?

-You better watch out.
-Calm the fuck down.

In the morning, they'll be fine.

You'll see, let him finish at least.

I haven't heard anything,
I know nothing, I wasn't here.

Hole, come on, stay alive,
I was only joking.

Hole, I was just joking.

We will do it on our own.

No.

The prick is right.

Maybe we could deal with them?

What have you done to him?

It was a good deal.

For real.

Walden, my boy, start your own crew,
and then do jobs like that.

For as long as you're here,
shut your trap and stop whining.

Fuck me, they have a horse collar.

They know how to play.

I know they're crazy, but money is money.

I may not know the difference
between van Gogh and Penderecki,

but I've already seen this.

-We've already stolen it once.
-And we're doing it again.

It will be a wedding gift for my fiancée.

Chief, you haven't said anything!

Bravo, this is how real men act.

Congratulations, chief.

What's the date?

-When the time comes--
-Guys, shouldn't we run?

-We're running, young blood.
-Quickly!

This day was special.
Different from the others.

-May I?
-Speak.

Boss, the situation is--

Damn, I work out too much.

It may not be the right time,
but we have something for you.

Go on, he's coming.

All the best, chief.

-In your new life.
-All the best.

All the best.

At that moment, I realized
that this not-exactly-quick-witted boy

was more than a soldier,
more than a trustworthy man.

They say anyone can snitch.

You cannot become a crown witness
if you've killed a man.

Have you come here
to enter into marriage at your own will,

and without coercion?

Did you want to kill me?

-Yes.
-Yes.

I only wanted to scare you.
I am begging you.

That was your perfect plan?

You see, I haven't come up
with anything new.

I'll kill you.

Just like that.

We're all gathered here

to join this couple in holy matrimony.

That's why if we do it together…

We will kill you.

…and we don't know
who was the one killing,

any one of us can be a murderer.

I take you,

Magda, to be my wife.

I pledge to you my love,
fidelity and honesty.

Now none of these friends
would snitch on the other.

And that I shall not leave you
until death do us part.

Take this ring as a sign…

-…of my love.
-And fidelity.

-In the name of the Father…
-…the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

If there is anyone present

that is opposed to this marriage,

let them speak now,
or forever hold their peace.

What God has joined together,

let no man separate.

Amen.

-What's that?
-Nothing, I cut myself.

Let's go, the guests are waiting.

-Are you having a good time, love?
-Violetta.

Don't ask for survival,
because you'll only be surviving.

If you want to have it all,
don't ask for rain.

Ask for a storm.

I had a loving family,

I had a crew
ready to jump into the fire for me,

I had the best broad in the city.

I had it all.

If you wanted to be a gangster in 2004,

you had to see a lot and know a lot.

Know that silence and humility
give you more of a chance to survive.

That business is best conducted
by small, trusted crews.

My people had their hands full,

but if they wanted,
they could work independently.

Of course I had to know about it,
and my cut was 30%.

I remember months when my only job
was to collect the money I was due.

Greetings from the Tricity crew.

There's a job, and I have a question.
Can I deal with it on my own?

Of course, it's a thing
that you don't even need to touch, chief.

I'll take some guys from the city
and I'll be back in a week, okay?

Of course, 30% for the chief.

He got the idea, he explained it.

He asked the question
and he answered it himself.

I saw nothing, I heard nothing, I got 30%.

Wouldn't you like that?

-Aren't you afraid he'll leave you?
-No.

How do you know?

Because he's my man.

And I'm his. We're…

Come downstairs.

If you can't keep your people in check,
you're not gangster material.

In the name of those
you didn't appreciate,

whose personal growth you've blocked--

-Ziko?
-A total dumbass.

First of all, what was he thinking?

That the balaclava would change his voice?

What the fuck? Did Acid send you?

Second of all, if you want
to whack someone, don't read him letters.

I'm sorry, boss. Me and the boys,
we need to strike out on our own.

And last but not least,

check your gun before the execution.

It may be that the bullets
had been flooded by vodka,

and the moisture
made them lose 90% of their power.

He'd have done more harm to him
if he had just thrown those bullets.

Yes.

That actually happened.

Don't shoot while you're drunk.

Do you want to whack someone?

Have the courage
to look the victim in the eye.

Either way, you can't fool your destiny.

Chief!

CRIME BOSS FOUND IN THE RIVER

I'll get a cold one from the car.

Sometimes, the line between
being frank and being naive is so thin.

He's nice, isn't he?

He promised to take me
to Turkey for the holidays.

It will be a nice year together.

A year? And what next?

Next? Anything can happen.

The things they do are dangerous,
don't you think?

What things?

How much was it?

And this wasn't cheap either.

He bought you all that
with a cab driver's salary?

No, the cab's only for his dad.

For his dad?

And the house… with the huge garden?

Also with the cab driver's salary?

For my dad, I used to wear lace underwear.

Others sacrifice truth
at the altar of love.

-Can I do her too?
-Get lost.

-Do you really have to do that?
-Suck it.

-Do I have to do what?
-Draw attention.

You're much more of a softie
than you used to be, chief.

Listen, God damn it, if I go to jail,
I want it to be because of something big.

Not because of ADHD mixed with vodka,
do you understand?

Shall we?

You can't go in.

-Let him in, he's a decent thug.
-I'm talking to you.

No entry if you're wearing sneakers
or if you have your own booze.

I quite like these shoes,
I got them from my girlfriend.

Let's call the boys
and burn this place down.

Are they supposed to drive 400 km
to defend the honor of your Nikes?

I don't know, in the past
we'd fuck them up ourselves.

I don't know. Calculations, humility.
Fuck me, where's the adrenaline?

Yeah!

We'll go home. Just one more thing.

Could you tie my friend's shoe?

I wouldn't want him to fall.

Don't start with me.

Listen. Bow down,

apologize,

tie it and we will forget about it.

Get the fuck out of here!

Why do they call you Walden?

My old man called me that.

And at the same time, also beat me up.

But that's good.

At least I'm a decent thug now.

He used to say
that when everything calms down,

and everyone leaves him in peace,

he'll go to Walden Pond
and he'll just sit and watch.

He'll be at peace.

Did he go there?

Sure.

He drank himself to death,
but I got one thing from him.

I feel at peace
when I'm looking at the water.

More like vodka.

I promised myself

that everyone would fuck off
when they hear my nickname.

And here I am, Walden.

Walden! Fuck!

Should I fuck off now?

Yes?

I'm listening.

Who's this?

Yes.

I'll be right there.

What's up?

In with the new.

-What a beautiful forest.
-Not all of them are ours.

Half will be sold.

Just to be clear,
I invested your money in the company.

You can spend the money
on whatever you like.

I don't want to be dependent on you.

I will get some more customers,
and then we can have a baby.

Good morning.

Good morning.

There are two types of thugs.

About the first type, you'd say,
"This is exactly how I imagined him."

Usually these are idiots.
A thug that looks like a thug.

A fucking master of camouflage.

About the second type, you'd say,
"I imagined him being totally different."

Do you like books?

Daniell was like that.
The greatest one left after Pruszków fell.

What have you read recently?

-I'm trying to read--
-Take a seat.

This place is safe.

No one can see us, no one can hear us.

You can feel safe.

I always take care of my own safety.

I became curious.

The more I wanted to know about you,
the less I actually knew.

I share your view
that silence is good for business.

I prefer those that don't talk when asked

to those that talk without asking.

It's really loud out there.

Kidnappings, ransoming.

Is there a dumber way
of drawing attention?

The Nowy Dwór crew.

They use their guns
as if they were cellphones.

The Gang of Loonies.

To kill someone
because he said your dog is gay?

What's wrong with that?
That a dog and another dog…

You know, doggy style.

What's wrong with that?

I think you're capable,
you have your ways.

Would you be interested
in a job to make the city a bit more…

ANTIQUARIAN BOOKSHOP

That's how, without any fuss,

I became a close partner
of Poland's most powerful gangster.

I was making gigantic amounts of money,

and nobody knew
who I was or who I worked for.

I let Daniell rule the world.

I was in the perfect position.

I always worked quietly.

And by the way, totally unintentionally,

I saved this country
from a number of really nasty fuckers.

Open up!

Get down!

Hey, chief.

-What's up?
-You got yourself a front-row seat.

-The job's done.
-Very good.

-How do you like the apartment?
-It's awesome, the chicks love it.

-Who's next?
-I don't know yet.

Chief, I have to admit
that I really like this job.

This is what I'm thinking.

When dealing drugs,
you need to weigh the risks,

you're afraid of the sentence,
how many years you'll get for which crime.

But with the hits, there's no threat.

What's the difference
if they pinned on me one or one hundred?

I'd go to jail anyway, right?

There is some logic to that.

I want to create a Death Commando.

A secret group with a narrow specialty.
That's my plan.

You should blow this Daniell off, chief.

They say that he used to snitch
during communism, that he works for cops.

We can fuck all these crews up.

Except the Loonies, they're cool.

I'm going to watch how they seize trucks.

Okay, I'm off.

I've created a monster.

Are you ready
to accept Jesus into your heart?

Fuck off.

Will you talk to a humble representative
of the Central Bureau of Investigation?

If you had something, we wouldn't be here.

-You may be right.
-So what the fuck do you want?

I'd like to meet someone
I could exchange information with.

Create a Myspace account, then.

Would you ever like to wake up

without thinking
"They haven't gotten me yet"?

What about your main man of letters,
Gallus Anonymus? He's got nothing left?

He only wants to write more books.

This moron couldn't even
write down a shopping list.

Give me the loudest ones.

What would I get in exchange?

We would chase you,
but without… much commitment.

As if you were so committed now.

Give me those Loonies.

The invisible hand will deal with them.

Listen, maybe I could give you
some information

about some people
who cause shit all over the city, but…

it'd go against my hygienic principles.

-"Hygienic"?
-Exactly.

Do you brush your teeth?

You see,
my routine is to do it twice a day.

I don't know what I'd do if one day,
while brushing my teeth,

I saw the face of a scumbag
that snitched on others.

I don't know.

Maybe your man of letters can do it,
maybe he doesn't mind. I'm different.

I don't collect business cards.

I respect your work,
so let's continue chasing each other.

Do you want to talk?

Where were you?

At work.

Should we talk?

Supper's at 7:00 p.m.

You better be hungry.

Truth is what we're ready
to accept as such.

I will be.

Two things, first of all…

The Gang of Loonies.

They're crazy morons,
and need to be dealt with.

Second of all,

there'll be a shipment soon,
exactly 500 kilograms in total.

If you pass the test,

you'll take part in slicing this cake.

And after that, I will rest in peace.

What about all this?

Shocking news from our criminal desk.

The first, unconfirmed information
suggests that the police recovered

two stolen trucks in Olszanka near Warsaw.

The area was being secured,
when an unknown group of criminals

tried to recover the stolen equipment.

A shootout ensued, and two policemen
were killed on the scene.

During the getaway, the bandits kidnapped
a six-year-old boy.

The boy's body was found
two hours later in Żerań.

Now, it's time for sports news
with Karol Łukawski.

Gang of Loonies.

The promising Kamil Stoch
prepares for his jump.

What's up, boy?

Good take-off.

Alas, only 61 meters.

The kid shat his pants in the beginning.

Leave him alone.

He's a nice boy,
he'll be a good ski jumper, you'll see.

Another jumper is ready,
this time from Germany.

I'm sorry, boss,
we had nowhere else to take him.

-Into the kitchen.
-Go.

-Who's this?
-A doctor, the new guy's brother.

Get the fuck out of here.

You do your job.

Why is there so much ketchup?

What happened there?

Damn, chief, I was only watching.

This fucking cop.

He was securing the back.

What about the child?

I know nothing about it.

I don't want him here.

Who did this?

-Take him away.
-Shut your mouth.

You'll leave him later.
In the meantime, take care of him.

Chief.

I'm sorry.

There goes me staying in the shadows

and controlling everything
from the back seat.

The stench and the dirt
always find a way to cling to you,

even if you close your door and windows.

THE MAN WITH WHITE EYES

Every time I open this fucking book,
cops come for me.

Two cops had been killed,

and the police raided
the houses of every thug.

They searched for everything.
But they found nothing at my place.

Almost nothing.

Not for directing a criminal group.

Not for offing some fuckers.

Not for beating up the hooligans
or fucking up the disco.

What did they put me away for?

Because of a fucking statuette
of some Egyptian god

left behind by the elderly couple.

Turns out the statuette
had been stolen from a museum in Cairo.

Fucking thieves!

When you enter your cell,

you need to give yourself time
to assess the situation.

To recognize the net
of interdependencies and influences,

as well as the hierarchy
that's been established for a long time.

Do everything calmly, with humility.

Second option, kill the alpha male
as fast as you can,

and the entire pack will follow you.

You were great.

It was a pleasure doing business with you.

Whatever they say about you,
you're like a brother to me.

Daniell is waiting for you to get out.
Everything's still on.

And if Walden doesn't calm down,
Daniel will whack him.

Hey, chief.

It's really depressing
to see you in a place like this.

Do you need anything?
I can get you everything.

Cigarettes, weed?

-I have everything.
-Walden…

Fuck me, chief, everybody's afraid of me.

Chicks want to sleep with me.

Do you remember how they didn't want me?

Now I'm the lord of life and death,
do you get this, chief?

I'll be the king of life
until they get me.

It won't be long, huh?

It won't be long.

Calm the fuck down.

Give this shit up for some time
and don't fuck with Daniell.

Do you hear me?

Do you?

Go on vacation.

Whore around in Thailand,
go to Walden Pond, whatever you want.

Rest. And when I get out of here,
I'll deal with everything.

Understood?

I heard about a shipment for Daniell.

I'll steal it.

But not for me,
I won't deal it, I don't care.

I'll give it to the addicts' clinic,
they'll think I'm a great guy.

For fuck's sake,
don't do anything. Do you hear me?

It doesn't matter,
because the worst has already happened.

Do you understand that, chief?

They'll punish us all!

Who?

Speak!

I'm off.

Listen to me, calm the fuck down.
Do you understand that? Relax!

Do you hear me?

Let it go, God damn it!

-Do you understand?
-I'll visit you next week.

Don't do anything!
Do you hear me, God damn it?

-Take care, chief.
-You have to let it go, Walden!

Let me go.

Do you hear me?

Let me out.

If I do nothing,

in a few days, Walden, Daniell,
Acid, the Loonies…

They'll all be dead.
They'll whack each other.

And I'll become the king
of this fucked-up country.

I only have to lie down and wait.

Turn it off, God damn it.

There's only one problem.

Fucking Walden.

I can't leave him.

No man is an island.

There are some that need money
to help their relatives.

Everyone has someone they care about.

And if they don't lack money,
you need to have a different approach.

Did the statuette belong to you?

Sometimes, a man is truly innocent.

Yes.

Did you tell the defendant
that the statuette was stolen?

No.

The hardest thing is to get to someone
that thinks they have nothing to lose.

Everyone can perform a good deed.

You just need the right motivation.

-What's that?
-The future.

Can't you afford better clothes?

SECONDHAND BOOKS - NEWSPAPERS - MAGAZINES

Where's Walden?

Get the hell out of here, whore,
or I'll fuck you up.

I can offer you a cut.

Ten percent.

-In exchange for what?
-For becoming my right-hand man.

You'll organize my protection.

The entire city is looking for Walden.

Everyone wants to whack him.

So either you do it, or we do it our way.

-Who's that?
-A guy from his crew.

Come on, kill me.

What have you done?

-He was going to tell us where Walden is.
-Leave Walden to me.

What are you going to do now?

Maybe eat something?

I'll do what needs to be done.

I had to do this job under surveillance.

It's easy to find a man
when he has a house and a family.

But if you're looking
for someone who has no address,

who switches his cars, girls,
and apartments, you've got a problem.

The entire city was looking for Walden.

It was a matter of time until we got him.

The prosecutor's office
has new information

about the shootout in Olszanka.

The police found the automatic weapon

used in the attempt
to recover the stolen trucks.

A policeman and a child hostage
were killed in the process.

Where's Walden?

I don't know.

Where?

I don't know, God damn it.

Listen, you fucking ingrate,
you're already dead.

You can only decide whether you die now
or writhe in pain all night.

He's at Arczi's workshop.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I was cleaning up the city again.

The Gang of Loonies
had been poisoning it the most.

Chief--

Are you having fun?

Come on, chief, he was a friend.

I've known him for a month.

He was supposed to come
to my child's communion.

We were supposed to go fishing together.

You crossed the line.

Always an uphill struggle.

When did you get out, chief?

Earlier than I had planned, you know?

When they locked everybody up
because of Masa,

you were the only one left, chief.

Now they locked you up, chief,
because of this fucking sculpture,

and I thought, "First you get big,
then you sculpt your muscles."

You get it, chief?

Let's fucking kill Daniell.

Who'd stand against us?

Who'd be able to oppose us
in this fucking country?

Is there anyone bigger than us left?

We'd be kings, God damn it!

We'd go to the seaside together again.

Why did you even
start working with this prick?

Why did you even stop listening to me?
I told you not to touch it.

I asked you to leave it alone.

I am who I am.
You either love me or you need to…

I'm done anyway.

I think I'd prefer you kill me, chief.
Not them.

Yes?

All right.

See you at your place.

You were great.

It was a pleasure doing business with you.

Whatever they say about you,
you're like a brother to me.

Think about who
you're pointing the gun at, you fucker.

I understand that this entire matter
was very emotional for you.

For me as well.

But I was relieved when I heard

that the guy who wanted
to kill me is dead.

I'll have to wait a bit to feel relieved.

Until tonight.

You'll own ten million zlotys
worth of product.

And that's it?

Money will clear our conscience?

Conscience?

You know, I prefer
discussing feelings with my wife.

After we've had sex.

There is no conscience or friendship
when money is involved.

Is this why you work with cops?

I work with everybody
in order to come out ahead.

-What do you think my motivation is?
-Money.

You can make ten million thanks to me.

And then you'll want to make more.

That's why I want you to work for me.
To carry out my orders.

Is that clear?

If you don't have people
who'd die for you,

sooner or later, you'll end up a nobody.

The more you're focused on money,

the less you notice
the things going on around you.

Something's off. Come on, we need to run.

-But the product--
-We need to get the fuck out of here!

Police, on the ground!

What's going on?

Do you like reading books?

-What?
-What have you read recently?

Where's all your money now?

-What will you buy loyalty with?
-What the fuck are you talking about?

I prefer discussing
such matters with my wife.

You can't do that.

You know the rules.

Which fucking rules?

You ordered my man to get killed.

Why should I believe
you won't kill me as well?

It's not the right time for this.

Loyalty, you fucker.

Character, you fucker.

Friends, you fucker.

They're going to kill me.

The entire city chipped in
for the product, including the Russians.

You need to buy some time.

-How long?
-Up to 48 hours.

Buy exactly as much as you need.

Second, always be a step ahead
of everyone else.

What am I supposed to do there?

Forget about the money,

think about whether you want
to be with him.

What do you need that for?

You'll buy stuff there.

Third, forget about the material goods.

-Where will the car be waiting?
-Somewhere here.

And you?

Fourth…

do the job only with those
that believe in you.

Not those you bought with money.

And finally,

play your role as best as you can.

Tell the story someone wants to hear,
when, in reality, you make your own story.

Sleep tight, fucking prince charming.

Yes?

Call the fire brigade!

Get the fuck out of here!

Don't leave your friends hanging.

Give each one of them what they deserve.

The rest will work out just fine.

After all, I got my 10% in style.

To Bornholm. The plane's waiting.

Something extra.

What the fuck is going on?

You said you wanted the seaside.

What fucking seaside? Where are we?

Wait here.

Relax.

We begin anew.

Where the fuck are we?
Where are we going to?

Wherever you like.

Walden Pond for starters, is that fine?

Is Poland in that direction?

Yes.

I saved your junkie ass,
do you understand?

Did anyone even ask me
if I wanted to be saved?

Stop this fucking boat!

Fuck!

What?

My life is there, God damn it.

Fuck!

We all murdered people.
We all should've been dead already.

Do you understand that?

Fuck it, I'll swim there!

Think about it, God damn it.

Think about your girlfriend.

Think about me and my family.

They'll torture you there,
they'll take everything from you.

I never snitched on anyone.

I've always protected you.

I even killed that kid
so they couldn't follow us.

I can't be saved anymore.

What have you done, you idiot?

What's going on, what happened?

Walden didn't want any help.
It was I who killed him.

But not then.

Much earlier.

When I saw him for the first time.

I wanted to be a gangster
and a human at the same time.

But you cannot maintain humanity

in a world where no one wants to be human.

You don't have to live by the same rules.

PRESENT DAY

-You can create your own.
-Time's up.

What's next, Dad?

Stick to your own rules forever.

The third part of your saga
begins with a poetic description.

You burned half a ton of cocaine
so it wouldn't get into the Polish market.

Yes, I really wanted
to protect people from drugs.

Especially the youngest generation.

Fuck! Okay, okay.

Fuck!

Everything is fine, it was just a book.

THE MAN WITH WHITE EYES

You don't even know my name.

Chief, I'm proposing a motion
to whack them.

They keep stealing the ball from me!

Magda!

Into the water!

All right, gentlemen, everyone ready?

-All right, and how do you do it?
-Just hit it.

Are you done?

Come on!

You can see the camera.

Come on, give us a hug.

Beautiful.

Come on, don't be shy.

Look at him there.

That's an interesting topic.

She got you a bit drunk.

Watch out.

Chief's got the best wife
in the entire world.

What's with the long faces, guys?

Are you filming this?

I am wearing a sheepskin jacket.