All language subtitles for To ja, zlodziej

Fuck it, hurry up!

Hurry up, 'Jajo! '

I told you not tonight.

You like money, but not work,
you fuckin' lazy-ass!

It's not that, my mom'll
lock me out.

Five more minutes.
Back under the tree.

- Fuck, it's after 10:00!
- Soldered it in, the fucker...

Leave it then.

Get the fuck back
under the tree!

IT'S ME, THE THIEF

Let's go!

See that? Sons of bitches!
They should be killed like vermin!

They're worse!
They stole my radios too.

Break their hands, like in Sweden.

They do that to thieves there?

They did before the war.
It worked wonders.

You can leave your bike on the
street and it's safe.

They must be here somewhere!

- Insured?
- The radio? Yeah.

Forget it then, you'll
never find them.

If they start young, they'll
be thieves forever!

We need to break their hands.

You think the government
would do that?

They'd have to cut off their own
arms at the elbows!

Sons of bitches! Thieves!
Thieves everywhere!

They're gone, I'm outta here.

Sit tight.

I want to go home.

- What's there?
- A fuckin' bed to sleep in.

I've got to beat my mom there
or she'll lock the door.

Stay put, he might be
waiting out there.

He's gone.

He didn't look like the type
who gives up.

So stay then, I'm outta here.

Now I got you, you thief!

Dad didn't bring you up, eh?
I'll fuckin' do it then!

- Where's the radio?
- What radio?

Where's your buddy?

What buddy?
I was out playing pool.

I'll give you pool.
I'll cut your balls off...

I've got your radio.
Let him go, mister.

- Give me the radio!
- Let him go.

Give me the radio or I'll beat the
living shit out of him!

Fuck off, you little shit, go home!

Let me see.

He fucked you over pretty well.
Go wash up.

Too late, the chain's on.

Well, knock then.

Wait...

Come on.

- Now what?
- I wait.

- For long?
- Maybe till morning.

She falls asleep when she drinks.

I'm going home then.

Hey boss!

Want to buy a radio?

I'll give you buy a radio!

Don't bring that hot stuff in here
or you'll be in trouble.

I need some fuckin' money
for breakfast.

Stop swearing, you little shit!

You can swear at you mom at home!
You want breakfast?

Help yourself...

I want you in the shop
in three minutes!

- Why, hello there!
- Is that you, champ?

The good old days.

- You must tell me about them.
- Gladly.

- How's my car?
- Coming along.

Jesiek, what is it?

Ignition.

Electronics...

We used to do it differently,
with our fingers, delicately.

Now everything's... without a
computer you can forget it.

I don't know a thing about that.
I'd rather talk about boxing.

- When will it be ready?
- Soon, 'Jajo' fix the ignition!

A boy's going to mess around?
I thought you'd do it.

I'd be glad to.

But when it comes to electronics,
that boy's better than,

the rest of us put together.

I could take care of a full
service, my dear.

Just drop by for an hour or two,

and I'll take care of everything.

I'll be glad to.

Want to buy a radio?
I'll sell it cheap.

- What kind?
- Japanese.

- Coded?
- I'll decode it.

If it has Dolby, I will.
A customer had one stolen.

Just so it's not his.
Did you rip it off a Mercedes?

No.

No.

Can I call it a day, boss?

Not yet.

Come here.

The accountant sent over
some program.

I have no idea what it is.

I think it has to do with taxes.

Don't sit here too long;
just till it gets dark.

And sweep up too.

I want this place empty.

Could you talk to Max?

What are you talking about?

You know.

I can start any set of wheels...

You've got work here!

With Max I'd be somebody.
But here?

You want to steal cars for Max,
you little shit?!

Want me to push smack? I could.
A buddy bought an Audi in a year.

A real smart guy, huh?

Don't you even touch narcotics!
This is a service station.

I don't want any of that
shit around here.

And no dealers either.

You want to push dope?
Fine, then get out of here!

What's so funny?

Come to your senses?

Yes.

- What do you say?
- I'm sorry.

See there, you're learning!
Once, you didn't know that word.

So you want to steal cars for Max?

You know what that would mean?

There's no turning back from that.

You'll be knee deep in that shit
whether you want to or not.

What do you mean?

You'll understand when they put
a piece to your head.

Get to work!

They've got your number!

You can kiss that car
of yours good-bye.

You stuff it with peppers,
onions, tomatoes,

a little garlic, basil and
you sew it all up.

After it's been gutted, you know.
Salt it and pop it in the oven.

- It ought to be salt-water.
- Salmon?

Sure, although I've never eaten
salmon Provencal.

I'm sure it'd work.
It takes about half an hour.

Well fuck, then I'd rather,

eat in a bar than fuck around
that long with a salmon.

You are such a fuckin' boor, Cygan.
In what bar?

Where can you get a decent meal
in this country?

I had nice duck at the
Emperor's Garden.'

I'd have that cook of theirs
strung up by the balls.

Either he isn't a cook,
or he isn't Chinese.

Why the fuck did you come back from
Marseilles if nothing's right here?

- Couldn't make a living.
- Nothing to steal.

No, the demand was lousy.

All I could get for a new Ferrari
was 2000 bucks!

You still don't miss a thing.

Stop it.

She didn't even look at you,
or your car.

Cut it out, OK?

Please don't fight!

Flush it!

Where's my money?!

You stole it!

You stole it; I just borrowed it
to buy breakfast.

I don't give a shit!
Give me back my money!

Cut the crap, here's the change.
Don't be so cheap with mom and dad.

Prick!

You son of a bitch!

We'll take shish kabobs, sausages.
They taste great on a bonfire.

- And wine for 32 zlotys.
- Are you crazy?

We're going to save
for our retirement.

We'll take a sleeping bag because
we may have to sleep outdoors.

- Nights are cold in August.
- With me in a sleeping bag?!

I'll stoke your little
stove with my poker.

- This much, what the fuck for?
- The more the better...

My aunt gave me the key to the
cottage; we can stay till Monday.

Excuse me.
Where's the cat food?

Back there.

Thanks.

I can't wait to kiss your tits.

We'll buy lots of food so we
won't even have to go out.

You act like a real millionaire.

That's enough.

Shut up, this is my job
and I'm in charge.

Hey...

What about the coffee?

I forgot!

You pay the lady and I'll
go get the coffee.

Leave me the money.

But you took the wallet.

Mom gave it to you!
I never even touched the wallet!

You lost it and now you're
trying to blame me!

Hold it, shut up...
Now I remember.

It's on the table at home.
Let's go get it.

We're sorry, we forgot the money.

- We live real close...
- Two minutes away.

What's the meaning of this?

- OK, but hurry!
- Sure thing!

Please use the other checkout.

Well, I never!

Take those lace panties
I gave you for Christmas.

But you're not going to
see me in them!

Oh yes I am, in them and out of
them, with all the lights on!

Stop it before I make a mistake.

You have to steal more
expensive things.

One job and you're set
for three months.

So you can chill out longer.
This stuff is just shit.

You steal car radios.

Radios are shit too.

Hello.

Can I get a donut?

They haven't been made yet.

- There's ice cream.
- But I'm hungry.

I'll give you a double cone.

- That's how he sewed her up?
- Couldn't he have asked her?

She was out like a light and she
hadn't thought of it earlier.

She was scared of the operation.
He stitched her up,

two-fingers wide, like
he does all of them.

She was a bit loose after
having two kids.

But her old man,

and the pain.

But nothing doing.
They tried every night.

She was too tight.

2.50.

So she went to the doctor but he
said everything was fine.

The nurse said he sews them all
for two fingers,

because his dick's so small.

- Did she have a second operation?
- That's the problem.

The family doctor has to refer you
for a second operation.

Hers is this God-fearing
cretin of a doctor.

She gave her this bullshit about
god's will and wouldn't refer her.

But her husband, also a Catholic,

sticks it in other holes, but
he wants it to be decent.

- She has to do it privately.
- She can't afford it.

You don't have any guarantees doing
it privately either.

Jolka, the stripper,

went to a private doctor who
sewed her tits on crooked.

- She took him to court...
- Finish about the husband.

He was so devout, he found
himself another woman.

What do you want?

I've come to work.

What work?
It's a holiday today.

What holiday?

The Assumption.

I forgot.

Didn't they tell you at home?
Maybe they went to work too?

No.
I guess I'll be going.

Wait, as long as you're here
you can help.

We're going to my hide-out.

I have to issue some merchandize
to one of Max's customers.

Be quiet!

Hey baby, after church daddy will
go buy you an ice-cream.

Take the Honda.

Are we taking the Yamaha?

It's a holiday!
I'm not wearing a helmet!

How about this jeep then?
We can give it a test drive.

So we were boxing against
the Russians.

You know what that was like?
A national scandal!

A scandal, songs, red
and white flags.

I go out into the ring, and there's
this bull waiting for me.

Bantamweight, but still a bull.
He was stronger than me.

They even cheated on the weight.

I just wanted to make sure
he didn't hit me.

I had to fight like Drogosz.
He handled the strong ones.

I couldn't let him hit me
or I'd be done for.

The gong, and I move forward,
but I keep my distance.

A straight right, a left, I dodge,
they're yelling, Hit the Red!

- What?
- Red.

We used to call Russians, Reds.

So I hit him, left hook...
Suddenly I see the Russki laughing.

The ref's laughing too and I don't
know what's going on.

Everyone's howling because
my trunks are down.

They'd slipped down.

The elastic had broken and I was so
scared I hadn't noticed.

The whole arena's laughing, women
squealing at my bare ass...

I see the ref's laughing
but he's not,

stopping the fight.

So I step out of my trunks and hit
him right on the button.

He's on the mat, I win by knockout.

They carried me to the dressing
room on their shoulders!

But later some shit wrote in the
in the paper...

that I'd acted immorally,

and that the Russian
should've won.

That's how it was those days...

It was green, but that
was too easy to spot.

Close the doors.

There's a code on the ignition.
Can you break it.

- Easy, with one finger up my ass.
- Really?

What with?

Keep working...

Our guests are here.

Shogun! Shogun!

What's the matter,
scared of a dog?

He's a hot-shot computer whiz.
His nickname's 'Decoder.'

Well?

I set the code for 4 ones.
Press them all and it'll start.

- Why four ones?
- Easier to remember.

You know, 1111 was the
Battle of Grunwald.

Finished?
Then get out of here!

- Could you get me a job?
- Out of here, I said!

- I can start any set of wheels.
- Even my BMW?

I want you out of here!

He'll start it but won't leave.
He doesn't have a driver's license.

Who needs a driver's license
in a stolen car.

It's the most important
thing, pal.

If you're stopped, you say
you're taking a joy-ride.

That's a misdemeanor.

For driving without a license,
you'll end up in fucking jail.

Go take a hike!
What did I tell you?

Do me a favor, OK?

Don't swear.

- Is a holiday.
- What fuckin' holiday?

Assumption of the Virgin Mary.

Let's not overdo it, even on
holidays men talk like men.

Where I was brought up, we were
all taught not to swear.

All right, let have the dough and
get this thing out of here!

I don't anything about any dough.
Max takes care of payments.

Oh fuck, that's my car!

Get back here, you punk!

Come back!

It's got a low suspension, he'll
rip the exhaust pipe off!

He stole your car!
Wait till I tell the boys.

Leave him alone, now!

Take the Mercedes and
get out of here.

Hi granny.

I did the shopping.

I don't have much time.

I have to go to work.

Come outside, why waste
away in the house?

Go ahead and talk.

I feel this is my last summer.

God will come for me
before winter.

That's not true.

You'll dance at my
wedding, granny!

I bought you some sausage.

Cigarettes too?

Sure, want me to cut them?

You bet.

Cut them and let's have them!

Make sure you put a whole pack
in my coffin with me.

Filtered or not?

If you put in my cigarette holder
they can be without.

You say the same thing
every year, granny.

What do you know?

I'd like to go to church
before I die.

But I can't make it alone,
I'm too weak.

Someone has to help me.

I can't take you on the bike.
Want me to open this?

I almost forgot!
That's how bad my memory is.

Open it then put the cork back in;
I'll drink it tonight.

If you drink this, you'll be able
to run all the way to church.

It's a long way from here.

That's why your mother turned out
the way she has.

Goddamn matches!

And your grandpa, Goddamn him, went
off to build that steel mill,

and they messed his head up and he
stopped going to church altogether.

Goddamn it!

Szczurek!

Szczur!

Come here!

There's Max driving up
to his bar.

Who's he?

Don't you know?
He rules in this town.

So?

If you work for him,
you're all set.

All right, let's go.

Who cares about Max?
If you want to steal a car,

you don't have to ask him.

It's all organized, big business,
not for amateurs.

You know how many people
make a living at it?

A locksmith opens the car.
He's a pro at codes and locks.

A flunky drives it so it's no big
deal if he gets caught.

One guy takes it to the hideout,
another to the chop shop.

Then a body man changes the numbers
and a candy man repaints it.

A printer makes new plates and
registration and a fence sells it.

Max gets the cash and
pays everyone off.

What would they hire you as?

If they made me a locksmith,
I'd be set for life.

Could you fix me up with something?

- You have to try.
- OK, I will.

First find me a green Jag that
bought gas the other night.

- He has to be from around here.
- What if he parks in a garage?

If I fuckin' knew where he was, I
wouldn't be asking you to find him!

Two of Max's guys in a black BMW
are tailing him.

They've got his number.
Maybe they'll lead you to him.

Welcome! How nice to see you!

I want the full service job.

What?
What's so interesting?

Full service, and snap to it!

- What the fuck do you want?
- I found it!

Hold on, I'll be right there!

Fuck it, I can't leave now!

All right, come on.
Take the motorbike.

Yours?

The boss's, but he lets me use it.
Go follow it.

A motorbike, follow a Jag?

You'll be faster in traffic.

So we'll do five or six numbers?

Yes, I have the rest.
I even wrote a few songs myself.

Then they must be good.

- Just so yours are.
- I only write hits.

They'll buy the record for my
songs, you'll add your numbers,

and take half the royalties?

They'll buy it for my singing.

Fine.
So be it.

But your last record,

didn't sell too well.

Here?

Don't you remember?

Give me a break.

What then?

Aren't you going to invite me in?

I let you fuck me and you gave your
latest hit to Renata.

What are you talking about?

About "Heavenly Gardens?"

Miller wrote the lyrics and
took it to Renata.

I just wrote the music.

Compose one for me; I'll
add my own lyrics.

I'm not writing anymore.

I'm trying to focus on
larger art forms.

To write a song, I need
an incentive.

Forget it!

What a piece of ass!

Don't slop all over
the upholstery.

How can you eat that crap?

Make sure the fuckin' mayo
doesn't drip.

Stale mayo can burn holes
in the fabric.

There's rat meat in there.

They grind up everything.

A real bon vivant!

I like this and that.

Same thing with pussy.

I'll always fuck a nice one.

An ugly one too.

Careful, don't fall!

What slut did give
a ride to today?

No one.

It smells like a whorehouse
in here!

I gave Teresa a lift home after
the recording session.

Jealous?

You took Teresa home?
Is she crippled?

On the contrary, she has
very long legs.

They haven't helped her
find a husband yet.

I'm never going to sit in this
stinking car again!

I don't give a shit about her!
What are you jealous about?

Nothing!

Certainly not her.

You need help.

I understand that running around
the stage with a guitar,

signing autographs and
groping groupies,

could become habit forming,
but enough is enough.

Was that supposed to be
about me?

I was wrong thinking you'd
grown out of it.

Are you saying I haven't
grown out of it?

But I have!

An artist,

must live in order to create.

If Picasso hadn't been a son of a
bitch, he'd have painted postcards!

Leave Picasso out of this.

Be an artist, a traveling one.
Your whores will carry your bags.

I told you I don't give
a shit about her!

Tell her that!

Listen I'm fifty years old
and I'm your husband.

I'd like a little respect!

OK Szczurek, get lost!

Grandma...

I'm sleeping in the shed tonight.

Seweryn? Hi, we're not playing
tomorrow, the drummer's sick.

He's not really sick, he got drunk
and broke his finger.

He can't play and I won't find
anyone good by tomorrow.

I'll call you tomorrow.

- Are you there?
- Yes.

I'll let you go, I hear
bedroom music.

Well?

Not a trace, for fuck's sake!

I don't know what happened.
The car's disappeared.

The guy reported it stolen...

Are you trying to tell me
that in my territory,

a car was stolen and you don't
know anything about it?

Somebody stole it from the jerk
before we could.

No, Gomez, no.

Somebody stole it from me.

Our pal, Stawrogin, ordered it
and paid a deposit.

It was already his car.

What's he going to think now?

The car was more secure
than a bank.

We'd sent for Patyk
to break the codes.

But somebody stole it.

Maybe Patyk?

No, he just got here yesterday and
hasn't even seen the car.

Give us three days.

We'll find the fuckin' thief!

I'll notify the border.

Three days is too long.

I might start thinking you double
crossed me and stole it.

Three days and then we're dead.

We have to get the fuck
out of here.

Where to?

You can go to Marseilles.

Stop the car.

I want to take a leak.

You fuckin' stole the car
together with Patyk.

Are you fuckin' crazy?

Where's Patyk?

Stop it for fuck's sake!
Max'll shoot your balls off!

Are you fuckin' nuts?

I had to make sure.

Motherfucker!

- Thief, are you in the car?
- Yes.

Listening to my music.
Like it?

Sure.

You should, I ripped
it off Mahler.

- Off who?
- Mahler.

I've got a proposition for you.

Tell me where the car is, leave,
I come pick it up,

and we forget about everything.

No.

You don't have a chance, the cops
are looking for that car.

I saw your face so I'll
identify you.

And, as you probably know by now,
the ignition has a security code.

On the back seat is my sheet music,
it's important to me.

If you like my music, then at least
give that back to me.

All right.

And the car.

No.

Think about it,

and let me know.

To use the phone just,

press 'home'.

What good's a car
you can't start?

At least have some bread!

I'm late for work!

Hot milk then.

It's fuckin' late!

Don't swear, Piotr!
Apologize to God.

Good morning.

Your grandson's grown up.

He's learning to be a mechanic.

That's good, you'll have an heir.

I won't give it to my daughter and
her husband, they're no good.

Sell us your vegetable garden.
It's going to waste as it is.

Jozek will be out of jail
come spring.

My grandson can sell it.
I'll be dead before winter.

Don't say that!

I'd like to go to church.
You have a car...

Why not?

But not to our church,
you'd die of shame.

There's a young new priest but
his head's all screwed up.

Only old folks at high Mass, but he
denounces pills and condoms.

Preaching against birth control.

Last year a total of 85,000 cars
were stolen in Poland...

Thieves often demand ransoms...

Not across the threshold!

- What?
- Was that one of Max's guys?

What Max?!

I've already told you,
you little shit!

Stay the hell away from Max!

Want to start your life in jail?
They don't have computers there.

You'll be scrubbing shit-cans.
Understand?

Sure, but I need to make
some money on the side.

What side?
You work here, got it?

In the slammer, Max's pals will
make a queer out of you.

You'll be getting fucked on the
side, and for free too!

Can I borrow the motorbike
to go see my grandma?

No!

Jajo, get back here.

The motorbike's yours,
for the Mercedes job.

- Is the boss pissed off?
- No way, he gave me the bike.

- Nobody gives me shit.
- You don't know how to ask.

How much this week?

Half.

- 125 zlotys then.
- That much?!

I'm raising the bet to get more
back in case we win.

Are we ever going to win?

The system has to win someday.
We had a triple last April.

A week later we lost everything.
I promised to buy,

my granddaughter a medal for
her First Communion.

When we win a million, there'll be
enough for everything.

I hope you're right.

I'll buy myself a car
and take off,

to see the world, wandering
from place to place.

With no home?

Where are you going to eat?

In bars, restaurants or I'll buy
stuff at the store.

What about laundry?

I won't wash anything.
I'll just buy new stuff.

One suitcase, that's all.

Jesus!

That's how it'll be.

Is this my father's car?

Yes.

Please return my father's sheet
music, he's very upset.

Sheet music?

Anything else?

No... You can keep the car,
my mother never liked it.

Will you return the music?

Yeah.

Orange liqueur.

You're the only one who remembers.
Get me a glass.

Ratajowa wants to buy
the vegetable plot.

When I die, don't sell it
to that slut!

Why not?
What good is it to me?

OK, sell it, but not to her.

When you were born, your father and
grandpa drank for two weeks.

Ratajowa's husband busted them.

The son of a bitch was a policeman.
They locked both of them up.

They beat them so badly, your
grandpa spat blood.

But God punished them.

Ratajowa's son got drunk and
crashed a squad car into,

the Stokrotka bar on
Red Army Square.

They threw him in jail right away
and that's how it started.

One year on the outs, two years
in the slammer.

Good for him,

the son of a bitch!

My boss is scared.
I have to go see Max myself.

Take me with you.
I know how to shoot the shit.

He has to hear us out.

Look, this isn't kindergarten.
He's not going to talk to me.

You want to fuckin' blow it?

I'll let you make some money.

But don't demand the impossible.

Hello.

Hello.

I have a request.
I'd like to work for you.

The maitre d' will find you
something in the kitchen.

You've misunderstood me.
I'm a pro with cars.

You've come to the wrong place.

I don't play with cars anymore.

Not the ones you wind up,

nor the electric ones.

I'm not kidding.

Didn't you loose a car?

Dark green?
Somebody stole it from you, right?

What's he talking about?
Steal a car from you?

You?!

He must be nuts.

Yeah, nuts.

I'm not getting involved in
anything illegal in Ukraine.

Everybody steals there, there's
too much competition.

If we're going to work together,
it has to be legal.

It can be a gas station,
a store, a bar.

You know the people there
and the territory.

Think up something,
and we'll invest.

A fashion house?

Fine.

But I want models working there,
not prostitutes.

It has to be legal.

You'll have to pay off the Mafia
anyway, so why work for nothing?

Tough, I'll write it off my taxes.

Listen, Stawrogin,

everybody needs one place...

where they're safe.

A nest you don't shit in.

No Max, there is no such place.

If you don't shit in it,
someone else does.

The world's built on shit.

All right.
Is my Jaguar ready?

It will be.

Maybe I ought to buy you
a slingshot.

I've been practicing too much.

Hello.

Is Franek home?

I thought you came to see me,

with some money.

He's not here.

I guess I'll be going.

Go.

Well?

Can we do some business?

There.

You're serviced.

Don't be ashamed.

All guys are the same,
old or young.

What's this?

Silver?

No, it's from my grandma...

Grandma won't do what
I did to you.

But maybe she'll give you
another crucifix.

You'll feel better paying me.

Where's 'Decoder? '

Get him in here!

Jajo, come to the office.

Close the door.

Sit down!

You stole our car.

We had it all set up,
and you stole it!

You tailed it, but you
didn't set shit up.

You're a couple of thugs but you
need a computer expert!

Where's the car?

I'll give it to Max if
he takes me on.

Where?!

Does he listen to you?

If I kill you, he'll talk.
Maybe you were in on it?

Start talking, understand?
Tell them, you moron.

Max knows, that's what you wanted.
You wanted to show him and you did.

He'll need you and he'll
call you himself.

Tell them where the car is.
In the hideout?

The one near the woods?

Take one last look.

You'll never see him again.

Shut the dog up.

Do it yourself.

Jajo, come here, quick!

Drop your gun, Gomez!
You too!

Are you fuckin' crazy?

You're a dead man!

Oh God, Gomez, stop!
Oh God, now I have to...

Oh my God!

You see yourself, understand?
You see? You see?

Look!

You wanted to be a gangster?
You think this is a computer game?

Wanted to be a gangster, eh?!

Oh God, now what?
Oh God, I have to...

Jajo, over here, hurry up!

Get on, hurry!

I'm going to live with grandma.

At least leave some money.

What's up?

Why'd you give this to her?

- What?
- Your crucifix.

Grandma!

Get dressed for church.

It's me, the thief.
I'll give you back your car.

Be at the basilica in half an hour.

I can do it myself!

You're a policeman?

I didn't steal it!
I just borrowed it!

I just wanted to go for a ride.
I didn't mean to steal it!

Tell them!

Please, tell them.
You know the truth.

Tell them!

Have mercy on me, a sinner.

Keep Piotr from going off the
straight and narrow,

although the world is full of
whores and thieves.

Have mercy...

- Hurry up, grandma.
- Why?

It's a long way home,
and we have to walk.