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Do you know what they do to girls like Wiki

- in that brothel you took her to? - Yes.

Come on. We'll give you a lift.

There's someone moaning in the storage room!

PREVIOUSLY

- Since when? - You fucking cunt!

If Amfisa and Shiv are fighting, then shit is going down.

A large shipment of girls is planned. No one knows where it is.

I will find out for you. But I won't do it for free.

I would like to report a crime.

I request a sentence of eight years' imprisonment.

For wanting to protect her mother?

Hanka should know who her father really is!

My daughter has been convicted and I would like her

- to end up in my cell. - But that's not for you to decide.

Welcome to the castle, princess.

You will take all the extra classes,

and you will win all the school competitions for me.

Hanka!

A princess in my humble abode.

- They are not yours yet. - What?

- I'm getting hitched! - I'm sorry, but I can't.

Yeah!

What the fuck is going on here?

- Give back the scepter. - Have you fucking lost it?

- Are you trying to play me? - I have the right to the first night.

- Give me the scepter, bitch. - What are you...

Silence!

Hands on the wall!

Wall, wall!

Hands on the wall! All of you, now!

- Hands on the wall! - Hands on the wall! Now!

What is wrong with you?

What the fuck happened here?

And how did Miss Higher Education end up here?

- Fuck! - Did she teleport through the bars?

The wedding was a shitshow, so she came, right?

What the fuck is going on here, girls?

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My daughter is locked up with the worst.

Any ideas on how to help her?

- I might have some. - How?

You will receive compensation for wrongful incarceration.

You want money?

Fifty thousand.

You're no longer the warden.

But I can still do a lot.

- Enough. Pati... - Leave me alone.

- Leave me the fuck alone! - Give it back!

- Give it the fuck back! - Quiet, Pati.

Give me that fucking thing!

I have a parole board tomorrow. I can't get a note.

I don't give a flying fuck. What do you expect?

That you... That they will let you go free?

Fucking hell, where to? The fuck you'll get out of here!

- Hush. Shh... - Leave me alone, I said!

- Come on. - Leave me!

This is where we belong, you get it?

Forgotten... and unwanted.

Calm down.

That prick isn't worthy of you.

You don't need him.

- I need him... - No.

You are needed.

I need you very much. Very much.

Pati, I trust only you.

Hush...

You're so brave.

I'll gag that slut. I can't sleep.

Which month?

A gloomy one.

Thank you. If it wasn't for you...

Then what?

Your arse would harden up even more from that scepter, right?

She'll wake up tomorrow and the next day. And fear will make you shit yourself.

Because Mummy won't help you. She's weak.

You're the one making her weak.

- I thought you were... - Like what?

You thought Shiv was cool, didn't you? Auntie Shiv is cool? Well, she's not.

I'm your enemy, got it?

This is for you.

- Hi. - Hi.

Again?

Did you tell Hanka?

No.

I'll tell her when they move her to my cell.

- For now, I have to sort it out. - How?

Listen, sell the artwork that are at my house.

- What happened? - Nothing.

You want to pay? Fucking who?

- I can't tell you anything right now. - She's also my daughter.

I need 50,000 zlotys. Right now.

Oh, fuck.

- There's a hearing next week... - Yes, I know.

What if Hanka doesn't make it through the week?

I know you did the best you could in court, but...

She has to survive here.

If I knew another way...

But I don't.

It hurts, right?

They let you go.

I didn't tell them anything.

If it were up to me, you would already be dead.

The old factory on the S1 route.

Today at midnight.

I won't wait long.

- They let the fucker go home. - They let Witkowski out?

- How come? - Provincial has taken over.

Knowing them, they have skin in the game.

Don't tell me he'll walk.

He won't.

- Let them do their thing, I'll do mine. - Fine.

- What's your plan? - Not on the phone.

The usual meeting place. Ten o'clock.

- Good. See you. - See you.

What the fuck?

I'm here now. Sorry.

One second...

I'm very sorry. I popped out just for a moment...

You're asking for a parking ticket.

- Are you going to drive away? - Yes, yes, of course.

Sorry, it doesn't want to start.

Something is blocked.

Oh, young Mazur.

Hanka.

Have you been sleeping?

Have you eaten?

- You have to eat to have strength. - And sleep with your eyes open, yes?

- You sound like Shiv. - Don't listen to Shiv.

And who should I listen to? You? I don't want to weaken you.

Stop it...

I'm not a little girl. I can handle myself.

You're still my child.

I fucked your husband!

- Do you really want to argue now? - You have a better time?

I don't want to pretend anymore. I can't do it as well as you.

Listen. It was terrible.

I was hurt, and I suffered.

But we have to leave it behind.

We have to stick together. Here and now.

To survive, you got it?

I'm getting out!

Aluta! I'm getting out!

- I'm leaving on parole! - What?

I'm getting out. I'm getting out!

Awesome! This is kickass.

Sayonara, gentlemen. It's been a pleasure.

I've got it.

You know, I foolishly worried that you're with some other girl.

Where have you been?

With some other girl.

Richter.

I heaved myself here with this belly, and it weighs more than a few kilos.

So don't bullshit me.

What's up?

Where are the goods?

Once I get my cash, you'll get the goods.

I'm not on fucking maternity leave!

I need it.

I'm not going to give you a credit line, Shiv.

Once you lose those extra kilos, we can talk.

Tomorrow, one girl is getting out. She owes me big time.

- How about a barter? - That's how tough you are, eh?

Nothing has changed.

Wiki is dead.

I thought you might want to know, since you're so tough.

Kacper.

Tomorrow, he will be three years, two months, and six days old.

You have a son?

Yeah. When they locked me up, he was four months.

- He doesn't even know me. - Fuck, it's no wonder he doesn't know you.

Just like that dick probably won't recognize me on the street.

But don't you mope around.

You can always rebuild such a relationship.

After all, the bond between mother and child is...

Unbreakable, even.

It's... I would even say trans-scental.

Beautiful.

You're happy to be leaving, eh?

Well, sure.

Well, so don't fret.

No drink for you with that swollen. Who are you going to pick up?

- And where will you go for a drink? - Shit, Aluta. It's legendary.

The drink is called...

Bolivian Kiss.

Bolivian what?

Well, in Besos they sell a drink made from coca leaf liquor.

But I don't know if I'll go.

What don't you know, Marika?

Even the name of the drink is like... Like a taste of freedom.

Drink to us.

Well, that would be good.

- The same again. - We're closing soon.

Who is this Serafin?

He knows nothing.

The question is how Mr. Superindendent knows so much about our business.

Because he's a pig.

- Pigs have a way of sniffing around. - Or maybe that's how they let you out?

I don't know what he told you, but I don't...

- Before he shoots me... - What?

Are you going to be a police snitch and I'll go to jail because of you?

I'll take my phone out of my inside pocket and play the recording, okay?

You're free, just like you asked. Now it's your turn.

You'll give us the next transport and where they are taking the girls.

- We'll bust them. - I want to leave the country afterwards.

- Did I give you my word? - And it better be worth my information.

First, I need to get back into the game. It will take time, and it won't be easy.

Then make the fucking effort. Will you do it or are you going to jail?

I will. But I need time.

- I'll get back to you. - Good. See you.

Yes, I have an arrangement with the police.

I'll know their every move. You'll find it useful.

You fucker...

Either he shoots me or you trust me.

Does Mr. Superindendent have anything to add?

- They removed him from the case. - But he began to poke around.

He has commemorative videos of the chief.

- I wonder where from. - You're the one who should know.

I was in hospital. In a coma.

Want to work for us? Shoot him.

Wait...

Wait...

Wait...

Now I believe you.

What do you want?

Get the fuck out.

Get the fuck out.

I need to pick up a few things.

- Alicja sent you? - None of your business.

- Did you run out of cash for booze? - Fuck!

This is still my home. You're not taking anything out of here.

Do you understand?

Alicja wants to sell it. Take it down.

- Why does she need so much money? - To buy gum.

You don't have the right to breathe here, you scumbag.

Leave before I call the police.

You get the fuck out...

You'll be fucking removed from here, you'll see.

What the fuck?!

- What's happening? - Well, you...

Pipe down, Pati. My sincerest apologies.

- No, I'm sorry, because I didn't see... - Well, I did!

Shut up, Pati. You're about to get a note.

What for? Tell me, what for? I'm just quietly cleaning here

and he's waving his willy!

- I wasn't waving... - Yes, you were!

Shut up and get back to cleaning. There's another loo around the corner.

Can you find it? Or should I lead you by your anaconda?

No need.

But I cleaned this floor!

I used to be good at math.

But then I got married.

- Well, how do you like your new class? - A lot.

Sit down.

The teacher will join us soon.

There will be even more books. This is it for now.

Oh. I haven't read this.

I think my personally prepared school program,

thanks to you could become a blueprint for other penitentiaries in the country.

And do you know why?

Because faith works miracles.

Exactly. Because I believe in you, ladies.

Come in.

I would like to introduce to you Antek Pniewski.

Alumnus of the third year of the seminary in Katowice.

Jesus Christ be praised.

- Forever and ever. - Amen.

- Well, good luck. - Thank you.

Speaking of faith...

Commissioner Mariusz Piotrowski.

Please go ahead.

District Attorney's Office. Andrzej Sobecki.

You took over Paweł Witkowski's case, yes?

I see natural death can be ruled out.

- We should work together. - I can manage. But thanks.

An officer has been killed.

You're not going to put aside his colleagues?

Cedro didn't listen to me and got killed.

You want someone else to die?

Okay, gentlemen!

Complete confidentiality. No news, no talking with family...

Please maintain complete discretion. Get on with it before my balls freeze off.

I don't want to see him.

Then you should have been crossed him off your visitor list.

I didn't give him the painting.

What's the money for? Is this about Hanka?

I wish I had killed you, you fucker.

- Why did you denounce her? - Because she's safer here.

I have the money.

I'll give you as much as you need.

- I don't want anything from you. - You must protect Hanka.

Tell her to only work on site.

Do not let her get out on leave. Under no circumstances.

Take the money from me, Alicja. Just tell me how much, where and when.

Do it for Hanka.

Now that you know something about me, why don't you tell me about yourselves?

Who are you? What interests you?

Why are you just looking at me, Mr. Priest?

I'm interested in what I'm interested in,

and it's nothing to you, besides, we came here to learn,

so I sincerely apologize, but...

But I'm in a hurry.

Do you have a specific goal in mind that you are in such a hurry?

What... I'm in a hurry to acquire knowledge.

That's what I'm here for.

Why are you laughing?

- Because that was stupid, sorry. - You're stupid.

Why do you need a high school diploma here, Pati?

And you? What do you want to teach us here?

You don't know shit about what it's like here.

- Calm down, inmate. - Or what?

- OK, really... - Or what? A note? A finger up my ass?

Fuck, Hanka, not in front of Mr. Priest? A finger up your ass? I'm sorry.

- My apologies. - It's fine.

No, it's not fine.

You're Hania, aren't you?

Did something happen?

No.

At last. I thought you weren't answering again.

I was at the police station.

Cedro is dead, Ala.

What?

What do you mean?

He was in a car accident. But I think that's not true.

He lost the case, and now he's dead. And Witkowski is out.

The police are covering it up. Something fucking stinks here.

He was here. He's going to get me that money.

What?

It's about Hanka. The bastard knows something.

She's at risk. Look, if they killed Cedro, then...

Take care. Hello?

Hello?

Can you hear me?

- Hania... Hania. - Let's go.

- Shiv? Hey! - Quiet, I'm fucking sleeping...

- Hey, wake up, you're bleeding. - What?

- Fuck... Fuck me... - Don't move, I'll call for help.

Wait.

They'll take me away from here. Do something for me.

Focus and listen. There's a phone in the shower.

Upstairs, behind the pipe. You take it, call.

And you say, "Besos, today." Repeat, "Besos, today."

- Besos. - Besos, today.

- Besos, today. - Great.

If you snitch, you won't live to see tomorrow.

Now, shout for help.

Help!

Help! Mrs. Warden!

Hey! Help!

The child is alive.

Coagulation is normal. I'll check the placenta.

Get out.

Get out.

A placenta piece attached to the front wall.

Possible placenta praevia.

- Yesterday everything was fine. - Yesterday.

Placenta praevia can cause sudden symptoms.

Intercourse may be the cause. Did you fuck him today?

- Maybe he pays me in kind. - You can do whatever you want with him.

But watch out for the baby.

It's not yours yet.

If he dies, no money for you. Does that convince you?

You are to take tocolytic drugs. They might allow you to give birth.

- "Might"? - Look after yourself, or you'll lose it.

You decide.

Do everything to protect that child.

All right, that's enough, silence!

Marika. You're getting out.

Pipe down!

- Marika! - Pipe down, she's already out.

Silence!

Silence.

Get drunk as fuck.

Marika! Marika!

I don't want to see you here again, you nabber.

Okay, Marika.

- Before they shut Besos down, hotshot. - I'm going.

Anka.

Wait.

For Hanka.

Amfisa.

So, you got something for me, Shiv?

- I have a message to pass on. - Who's this?

Besos, today.

Can I join you?

That's 50,000 zlotys in cash.

- That's the right amount? - Shouldn't you be in jail?

Hania Mazur.

Here.

Class reading.

- I didn't ask for anything. - Hania, come on...

The warden will be on my case for this.

Just take it.

Romeo and Juliet, see.

What? A love letter from your lovey-dovey?

- Yeah. Her nickname is Shakespeare. - Show it.

Show it.

You little bitch!

Shiv?

- One more? - No, thanks.

My son is waiting. I still gotta buy him some presents.

- Do you have children? - No.

Then you don't know what three-year-olds play with now?

- Kinetic sand. - I beg your pardon?

Plain sand with polymer.

Non-staining, non-allergenic.

Add sand molds, an excavator and the child is off of your head.

I don't want to get him off of my head.

I'm Pola.

Marika.

Hey.

- And what's his name? - Kacper.

Kacper...

To stay here with her, I'll have to commit a crime.

Nonsense.

- Hanka will only be here for a year. - You have no idea what it's like here.

- I did what I could. - Of course, I know, yes...

But you failed to keep an eye on her before.

You were the one who lied to her for so many years.

You didn't want to know the truth!

You don't give a damn. You're not in control of anything.

What was I supposed to say? You can't take care of yourself!

- But you can take care of her? - You have the perfect life, huh?

A contrived marriage, first one, then another...

Look at yourself! You're the one who lies all the time!

You're hurting Hanka by constantly living a lie!

You're right.

Unfortunately, you're right.

I need you.

I need both of you.

- Why is it taking so long? - What?

The hour is long gone.

Well, then I'm taking Mazur back to the ward immediately.

No.

They're still working.

Right.

- Do not disturb. - All right, I understand.

And close the gate.

Oh, fuck...

Here, drink. Take this.

It helps after the rape drug.

- What? - The rape pill.

Chill, the rape hasn't happened yet.

Take it.

I don't believe it!

- Well, no... - Calm down.

Open this door for me!

Don't play the Virgin Mary. I've seen what you can do.

Oh, you're awake.

- You were in Besos. - You thought you were off the hook?

You'll see your son once you pay your debt.

What?

Oh fuck... No, no...

You'll pay off your debt,

or this video will be sent to your family and you will never get Kacper back.

Text your loved ones that you're fine, and you need a bit of a holiday.

They won't believe me.

Convince them.

What took you so long?

- What, you said yourself... - The infirmary needs to be cleaned up.

I'll take Mazur.

- Yes, ma'am. - Let's go.

The kid is starting to get frisky. You need to talk to her.

- Did something happen? - Amfisa had an accident.

I will try to separate them, but you need to talk to your daughter.

Thanks for calling.

No worries.

You're pretty cool.

Here, here.

You have five minutes.

Five minutes. Or they'll lock me up together with you.

Well, well...

Congratulations on your daughter.

Hanka, we need to talk.

- Mom, stop. I can handle myself. - I understand you had to defend yourself.

But I'd rather you talked to me about it, not to her.

I don't need a psychologist.

But I think she needs to know the truth.

What truth?

Who's your daddy?

What?

Who your real father is.

What is she talking about, Mom? Mom?

Mom?

What is she talking about?

We need to talk.

Subtitles: Krzysiek Igielski plint.com