What South American flights do you have on Christmas Eve? Leave Brazil out.
On Christmas Eve Rio de Janeiro is all I've got.
But on Christmas Day there's Buenos Aires.
- 11 PM, with a stopover in Frankfurt. - And that's it?
That's it.
I'll take 2 to Buenos Aires.
- What's the return date? - Let's keep it one way for now.
- Romantic, huh? - Depends on how much leave I get.
- Name of your travelling partner? - How about you leave it blank?
You're over the top.
I can't sell you the ticket without the name and passport number.
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BLINDED BY THE LIGHTS Episode 1
Hi. Why are you calling me so early?
Hello. What do you mean, early?
I've been to church already, and baked beets for the borscht.
- You'll love it. - I won't be there.
Son, don't even start. It's been 5 years!
I told you, we're closing a seven-figure deal with Taiwan,
- I'm flying out there. - What about your father? Your sister?
All right... I'll mail you your gift today,
it'll reach you before Christmas Eve.
Just remember to pick it up, 'cause I'm guessing you'll be at work.
Thanks, Mom.
You could give us a spontaneous call once in a while.
Now you've said it, it won't be spontaneous.
God... don't be such a smartass.
- One at home is enough. - Say hi to Dad.
He's still asleep.
- Bye, Mom. - Wait a sec, listen!
Aunt Marlena wants your painting, the one with the church.
- You know, your assignment... - I know.
- ... as a sophomore. That's right. - She can have it.
- Let me get some sleep. Love you. - Bye.
- Good day. - Not necessarily for me.
- You're sure it's not aspirin? - No one is forcing you.
Relax. It's just someone sold me some crap the other day.
Don't buy crap. Call me.
2000.
Elections are coming up.
They're scanning us, head to toe. Fucking protests. Shit...
Everything has to be transparent as fuck!
They'll be asking for my grocery receipts soon. Fuck it!
I could get you an invoice, if you need one badly.
No, no... Thanks. I'm good.
- See you. - Say hi to the Chairman, Mr Deputy.
Don't fucking call me "Deputy".
- Will you be cruising later? - Try, though you won't snort it all.
Fucking lower! Good!
To the chest! Two! That's more like it!
Come one, down and up, three, fucking awesome! Again!
- Fucking pump! Up! - Fuck off!
- Take one minute then we'll do the calves. - I'll do your mother!
- You wanna kill me? - Keep at it. - 10 minutes.
Let me talk, go fuck off. I need to fucking talk. Do something, I don't know...
Stare at the mirror or eat a fucking protein bar.
Vamoose, fuck off! 10 minutes!
15 years, no one got me.
10 fucking bombs in my car, but that prick is going to kill me!
Thanks.
What's up?
I need a break. I'm leaving for 3 weeks.
Gimme a break, I'll gloose my brain with those fucking muppets here.
- I haven't been anywhere for 2 years. - I've never been anywhere.
- So why do you need to re-up? - Pre-holiday hype.
I'm running on fumes. By the time I return I'll lose half of my clients.
Fucking kings of paranoia. Even when you're clean you're freaking like a cokehead.
It's business, not rocket science.
OK.
I'll have a K for you tomorrow, when the bananas cross the border.
- Tomorrow? Word? - You wanna kill me too?
Don't bust my balls! Pump out some!
Get on the fucking Orbiter, move a bit, and it'll be tomorrow!
OK. Till tomorrow.
And did that hobo-hipster sign?
- I'm working on it. - So keep on working.
It all has to be tip-top. Get it done before that trip of yours.
It's 5 million of 'em motherfucking dollars.
Get it? Just for the land itself.
- All right. - I'm doing it just because of you.
What do I know about hipster clubs? That's your department, right?
Jacek, you're not 60 years old.
Fuck...
Fuck it!
- Intervals, 20 minutes. - Vamoose, fuck off! Now!
Call me tomorrow, I'll get you the stuff.
Kuba!
Meet up with Uncle at the Dream tonight. Drive them to that loser.
- Do I have to? - No! Do what the fuck you want!
BACHELORETTE PARTY
- Horns, babe! - My turn!
- Bujas... - What the fuck?
We'll be back in an hour. This guy stays out.
Jacek threw some bachelorette party for his daughter last night.
My dick still hurts.
From fucking the bridesmaid with Bujas half the night.
- So good she fell in love. - Fuck...
You should've been there, Kuba,
instead of putting on the "cavalier" act.
Would you mind not smoking in the car?
What's your problem?
Don't smoke.
- Get that stick out of your ass. - Where to? I've got 30 minutes.
- Fucking Wilcza... - 6.
Right. 6 Wilcza St.
A music aficionado, I see.
- How much does it burn? - About 15 litres in the city.
- Cool ride, but a bit naff. How much? - Out of your league.
- More than a 100 grand? - More.
- In cash? - No, in carpets.
What?
What'd you think?
You're...
- You're coming with us. - Why are you giving this to me?
- I never go with you. - Are you a fucking cabby?
I was to drive you. I can wait, 15 minutes.
Jacek said we're in this together.
- He did? - Fuck, yeah, he did!
Does someone have to suck your fucking dick or what?!
- What if he's broke? - He better not be.
- What do they call him? - Slab. - Worst!
Hey there, Slab.
I'm in the clear. Call Kettle, he'll tell you.
I've paid it all, my slate's clean.
Here is clean too? Can you eat off the floor? Can you eat off this floor?
I don't push or blow any more, I've got a legit job at a bar.
- Fucking ask... - I just fucking asked if you eat off the floor!
- What? - Eat that!
Call Kettle, he'll tell you... he'll...
Take that fucking piece of shit, motherfucker...
Stay down, bitch!
Check the belt pack.
I don't do blow, I swear, call Kettle...
Well?
- I've got a job... - Two C-notes.
That's all...
That's all I've got...
Quiet, bitch.
- Arms. - Arms?
No... not the arms...
Shut the fuck up.
Kuba...
Go check the other room.
Please, God...
Well?
Come on. You're too sensitive, you'll have bad dreams.
- The night's still young. - Then go chase that june bug, Kettle!
- Kettle? - Why?
- He owes you money? - He owes everyone.
- He debts have put on weight. - And he said that guy had cash?
He's a bit confused lately.
- He used to be OK. - Everyone used to be OK.
One hour!
You took one hour of my time. I can tell you the exact price.
You want fucking compensation?
Wanna push me 5, 10 eightballs? You got nil, seriously?
Then pawn the ride!
- What's up, homey? - Hi, Pazina.
I've got news. Got a moment?
- How about we grab a bite? - Sure.
The PKP, in an hour. Bye.
What if It's there?
Chicken.
- Did you hear that? - What?
Snot!
It's OK, get in.
- Go and look. - And you?
- I'll wait downstairs. - What?
Go, I'll wait downstairs. Take the flashlight.
And I woke up.
Fuck.
Do you believe that dreams are prophetic?
No. It was just weird.
Did I tell you I'm seeing someone?
- You didn't. - 'Cause you never ask.
His name's... Adam.
OK, so who's Adam?
He's a few years older.
Divorced.
He's got a daughter, Marika.
He's patient. A good listener.
He's a decent man and an awesome guy.
- He's sure got a load to listen to. - Fuck you.
Any plans for Christmas?
- This Christmas? - No, the Jehova's Witness's Christmas.
You know what I'm getting at.
- Paulina, you idiot. - We're out of touch.
- I haven't seen her since then. - I hope you never will.
I'm leaving for some time.
What?
No fucking way... You, leaving for some time? Bullshit.
Thanks.
Where to?
Hello?
- Can we meet? - Who is this?
Fuck, it's Bartek! Kettle. It's been a while.
- Spare me 5 minutes. - To wish me a Merry Christmas?
Not on the phone. I'll be quick. Do it for me.
- In 30 minutes. - But where?
You know where.
Holiday fever.
- Will you be at the Bethlehem later? - I will.
We'll get fucked up?
I've got this thing with Shorty.
Long time no see, bro.
- Pimped up as always. - It's been a while.
- Everything OK? - Not bad.
Nice. Fuck me.
A 300 horsepower piece of crap, huh?
- 360. - Fucking awesome.
- So, what's up? - OK...
I've got my hands on some real... real good shit.
- Then push it. - I can't, I've too much on my plate.
But I'll sling it to you for an awesome price.
- I've got my own. - I'll take half of what Jacek takes.
Man, it's pure! Not 40% pure, but fishscale.
Untouched. Check it out.
Why is it pink?
It's the motherlode.
90% pure, came in ceramics and got tinged.
- Where'd you get it? - I wouldn't get you fucked.
- Do you know Slab? - I do.
The fucker owes me 30 grand. That's what lending to losers gets you.
Kettle... get out of Warsaw. Today.
- What? - We haven't met, we haven't talked.
Get out of Warsaw, I'm telling you. Trust me.
Bro, wait... Don't you see I'm screwed?
Fucking help me out, for old times' sake.
For old times' sake I am helping you.
Who introduced you to Jacek, huh?
Who do you owe this ride to?
Fuck!
Hi!
- Pazinna, I'm hitting the floor! - OK, Dawid!
- Want something? - I'm good.
I know, you're at work.
I don't work here anymore. I don't have to be sober.
I'm not working either. I'm making money.
Hey, Coelho... Going to see Shorty?
- In a moment, let him have his fun. - In a moment he'll be totaly brainless.
- Good. - Are you going to intimidate him?
Did I ever intimidate anyone?
What was it you said about leaving?
We'll talk later.
Hey there!
- What an assault! - How was the office party?
- The what? - The office Christmas party! Fresh!
Gross!
Kuba! My saviour, my manna from heaven, tell me you've got something.
Everyone's empty, I swear. How about you?
Fuck, I'm begging you.
Kiss me instead.
Oh, fuck. I spoke too soon.
Don't turn around.
If you step into that shit again, I'm not pulling you out, OK?
Kuba!
I was just talking about you, ask Julka...
Have a seat.
Hi, I'm Julka.
- Julka, would you mind, for a minute? - OK, OK...
Julka, go. I'm sorry, I need a minute...
I'll handle this and we'll... Julka!
Sorry. All right...
You don't like to waste time, I don't like to waste... time...
Next week we'll have 30 grand for you.
We've closed this...
fuck... deal with whisky.
I know it's just a fraction, but it's coming up, for Christmas.
- 20% of what you owe me. - I know, Kuba...
But we're throwing a New Year's Eve party! A fucking cash-cow,
half of the city clicked on it!
What?
If a client is OK and buys in bulk, but suddenly has spending issues,
then I can credit him, like a bank.
But even banks make judgement errors, get it?
I know. Kuba, I know. We're both businessmen.
Let me hear your offer.
I like this club.
I like it too!
The whole city loves this club!
We'll buy a stake in it, with your debt.
Hold it, hold it. Fuck...
I know I'm a bit late, but does this look like some Heaven Disco
in fucking red necks town?!
Your debt is a lot of money. Even for a millionaire in the red.
I'll pay you back that 100,000 bucks.
- 150. - 150! In installments, over 6 months.
You could also... launder something here.
Up to a reasonable sum, you know how it is in catering.
Fucking tax thresholds! They're like a murderer!
And then everyone wonders why there are no Michelin stars in Poland!
- Kuba... - You'll be able to stay as a manager.
Kuba, wait... don't fucking go all wise guy on me.
Take a helping hand from us.
Just a sec.
What is it?
What's this about, Janusz? What happened?
They didn't even flush it down the toilet.
- Sir... we'll go now. - Where?
- We'll go. - You will. But not so fast.
Now, the guessing game: what is it snorting?
Not much...
Fuck, Kuba... complete shit.
This is the battleground for the soul of today's youth.
Look at them. How old can they be?
- Your wallets. - Fuck, come on...
Janusz, show them your badge.
Wallets, now!
Fucking bath-salts lovers!
First of all, this is not a place
where any...
junior high loser can come to and get high.
Get it...
... the lot of you?!
This is a major club, with fucking DJs from Germany, London, abroad!
Get it, fucking tweens?
If you get it, then get the fuck out.
Get the fuck out!
- I got the piece you asked for. - OK.
- Baloon was asking about you. - Baloon?
- Tell him to fuck off! - He's pissed.
Tomorrow, word. Thanks.
It's like that all the time. Always something.
- Are you afraid of something? - No, why?
- Why do you need a gun? - Don't you carry one?
I know you're late with the rent.
And there'll be a vote on the liquor license.
We'll give you two days.
I'll add an extra...
10 grand from the bar, today. Just please...
Please, man...
Call me only to say "I'm in".
I thought everything is good, that we're getting along.
And that pig... He's out by tomorrow.
WON'T YOU EVEN SAY HI?
Whassup.
Can you give me a lift to the ATM?
In one hour, at the Ruskis'. We need you, it's urgent.
- How urgent? - We've got Kettle.
Long time not see! Going somewhere? Let's talk.
- What's do you want? - Come one, don't make a scene.
Fucking drive!
What happened? What the fuck happened? Open up!
It swallowed my card. The fucking ATM ate my card, I swear.
What the fuck will I do now? What now?
No card, no fucking cash. Fuck...
- Dude, I've got cash put away for rent. - 800.
- I'm good for it. - Get in.
Fuck me.
- Whassup! - Whassup, re-up!
Fuck, Baloon is pretty high,
show the blow, let us fly! Fuck, hi!
- Hello. - My girlfriend has just moved out.
- She left her stuff. - Hence the fucking mess.
- That's not mine. - You didn't answer your phone.
It's from this dude Kettle, for tests. He sold it cheap, but then he went AWOL.
- Want to try? - No, thanks.
- Suit yourself. - A game?
Where's the fucking money? Where did I put it?
- Which one of you stole it? - He did!
Your old man!
No, bro, I know. Fuck.
- You spent it on the last batch. - Fucking moron. Shut up!
- Who painted this? - My ex, why?
Where's the fucking money?
- Sorry, guys. - Fucking move it, I'm playing.
It's worth 2 grand, at least. I'll give it to you for 4 eightballs.
- That's how much it sold for on eBay. - What do you mean, sold?
I just didn't mail it yet.
Fuck me!
Dude, two more.
It's worth what you wanted to buy tonight. Don't call me again.
Good night.
What is this?
Kettle.
Fucking yokel.
You said he's your buddy, right?
- You want to pin a stiff on me? - What stiff?
- We'll drop him off at a hospital. - They'll patch him up.
Check his pulse. His pulse, idiot!
Oh, fuck. I guess we went a bit overboard.
You'll stash this.
Where did he get it?
You'll get a nice cut.
- Someone will collect it. - No one will tie it to you.
Someone always collects.
No one will fucking collect it. Just me.
Jacek doesn't know about this.
I talked to him today. He didn't mention it.
Take it to a locker at the station.
You'll need a favour one day.
One heavy motherfucker...
- So... the woods or a fishing trip? - I'm going home.
Fucking wait.
Come here. I need to talk to you.
I said, I'm not going anywhere. That's complicity.
It's not about this. Listen...
- I can't sleep. For 2 months now. - Go see a doctor.
I'm not going to shrinks, like some fucking schizo.
- Hydroxyzine. - It sucks balls.
It's like...
something was tossing me...
from side to side and... in my fucking stomach.
Nothing fucking helps.
I'm yawning, I can't open my eyes, but I can't sleep either.
Fuck, it's as if something...
was eating my stomach from the inside.
- Flunitrazepam. - Flufuckingdickam.
No, Flunitrazepam. Guys used to slip it into girls' drinks.
The drugstores don't have it, but I can ask around. It'll help.
- A lot. - I can tell. - Thanks.
- Looking for something? - No...
Nice ride, though a bit flashy. Good rims. How fast does it go?
- Buy a car magazine and find out. - What the fuck?
Fucking move it! I need to get back here.
- The fuck for? - My bitch is waiting at the bar.
- What bitch? - Mine. Beata.
Beata?
UNANSWERED CALLS
God Almighty, the blessed Trinity, send rain.
God Almighty, send rain,
mighty rain, like it has never rained before.
Rain like bombing. Rain like an air raid.
Send rain and drown this city.
Do it fast, before alarms go off.
Let water engulf everything.
Black, cold, dirty water.
Let it flood the brownstones, the streets,
the intersections, let it drown the Palace of Culture up to its spire.
Let the water flow out of the Vistula... let it flood both its banks...
let it swamp the restaurants and go-go clubs...
TV stations, advertising agencies...
let it drown churches and shopping malls,
all the party joints in Mazowiecka street, the Bethlehem...
let it drown us and everyone we know.
Sink this city, otherwise I'll be cruising around it for a million years.
Flood us, God, because we don't deserve anything else.
Because we are incapable of thought and love.
Because we don't want to. Because we're wandering through a forest,
drunken on words, deafened by noise...
blinded by lights.
Oh, Lord, answer my prayer,
although I have nothing to offer in return.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
You need to get more sleep, Mr. Kuba.
Shall we go?
Easy.
- You're going to spend Christmas alone? - I am.
I'm too old to fly around the world, visiting relatives.
- Did you fly when you were younger? - No, never.
But you seem to fly more often than I go to church.
- I'm a bit fed up. - No way.
- You've seen so much of the world. - Mostly hotels.
- They're all the same. - Is that so?
Only in Australia the water swirls the other way.
Now you're making a fool out of me.
I've done your shopping.
I've told you so many times I can't return the favour!
You're terrible.
- What's that? - Hello, Kuba?
Hold on.
- I was thinking about your dream. - And...?
- That it was just a dream, don't worry. - I know it was just a dream.
I feel weird, I can't sleep.
Take a Xanax.
Sorry.
Sorry for bothering your ass.
- I'm a monster. - Don't flatter yourself.
- I'll call you later, bye. - Bye.
Thank you.
That lady who called, is she your sweetheart?
Forgive me. I'm old, so I'm nosy.
- Mrs. Maria, here you are... - Thank you.
- I'll be leaving for some time. - With her?
It's still up in the air.
As always, if there was mail or anyone asked...
Yes, I know. When are you leaving?
Maybe you'd find time to bring the girl over for tea?
- And cake? - I don't know... - I baked it myself.
TROPIKI, 1 PM
Hey, Dario! It's been a while.
- Looking good. - You're lying,
- and only the truth will set us free. - I know, I'm lying.
- They feed you shit, you look like shit. - Sure. Let's go.
- To Sopot. - What?
I have to see the sea. Take me to the Tri-City. To Sopot.
All right. It's not far.
What's with that face?
I've got bad news. Finger and the rest... There's a problem.
I've got bad news too, love.
You'll be fucking tonight until your dick falls off.
- Sopot is the place for teens. - Sure, but I think you should know.
That old whore Warsaw is mine.
Relax, I'll go there tomorrow and fix her.
Let's go.