Step back!
-Step back! -Murderer!
-I'm terribly thirsty. -You're going to rot in jail, bandit!
-I want to call my lawyer. -Murderer!
Give me something to drink.
Guys, I'm really thirsty.
-Bandit! -Something to drink, anything.
-Hands behind your back. -Something to drink!
You don't fucking have anything? A guy is thirsty!
-Did you see it? -Are you high?
I thought so.
Please, do come in.
There.
This morning a TV celebrity Mariusz F was apprehended by the police,
charged with running over a pregnant woman on a crosswalk.
The talk-show host is out of reach,
his agent and NTV refuse to comment.
According to unofficial sources the man was heavily intoxicated with alcohol,
and had large quantities of cocaine and psychotropic drugs on him.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck!
-Now what? -What do you mean?
He'll rat you out!
It's not about that.
But he was a good client. And he knew other good clients.
Now everyone will get scared.
-He doesn't know anything. -What?
-He just knows my first name. -I bet you have mutual friends.
He can bring a 1000 people to the station.
They'll all know as much as him.
-Nothing. -Fuck they will!
Was he in this state last night?
He stood straight, uttered full sentences, he looked normally.
Don't get wound up.
I'm just worried about you.
There's no need. Relax.
Did you paint this?
No.
I feel cold, looking at it.
-What do you think it's about? -And you?
Anticipatory anxiety. That you fear the future.
I think it's about sledging.
-Who else knows you live here? -Mom sent me a parcel for Christmas.
-Are you sure? -I spent a lot
to make sure no one knew. Let's go eat.
-Or to the post office. -On Sunday?
BLINDED BY LIGHTS Episode 4
You don't remember when the deceased bumped into your car?
No... no... I don't remember.
Sorry I'm late. I'm here now, my apologies.
A terrible tragedy. But everything will be all right.
Just take it easy, take it easy.
Borycki, power of attorney.
Please continue.
So be it.
-Was your car roadworthy? -Yes, I...
My client doesn't have to answer that.
We will present all necessary documents and servicing certificates.
-Were you under influence of alcohol? -I wanted...
We will present toxicology results.
-You don't remember the accident? -I...
-My client doesn't have to answer. -Do you know what your client has done?
-I wanted... -I am talking to the officer.
I just wanted to ask if you could check
if she is surely dead?
Fucking beat it.
Prosecutor, my client has been here for three hours.
Do you have security cam footage? Maybe she ran a red light?
We have good labs. Good and quick.
There is no proof of usage and my client could have been unaware of possession.
Shut up, because I want a deal.
Keep up the bullshit and there'll be no deal but fucking 25 years.
Wake up.
There are three stiffs on this shit.
Practically four as the victim was pregnant.
-It's over. -No, if you tell us where you got this.
Names, addresses, phone numbers, plates, everything.
Prosecutor, I'd like to have a moment with my client.
I am sure we'll be able to work out a reasonable agreement.
Ten minutes.
Now, now...
CELEBRITY KILLS WOMAN ON CROSSWALK
Imagine the headlines. "Dealer who sold..."
It'll be as if you killed that baby.
What if they show you on TV? Handcuffed?
I'll be really sorry if they get you.
Stop yapping and think who could replace Maluch at the Bethlehem.
Someone reliable and efficient.
To do what, exactly?
-Talk less than you, for sure. -You could be nicer.
I've got a guy. I'll set you up with a certain Dawid, tonight.
He used to work there, but he didn't get along with Maluch. OK?
Hey there.
Hi, I'm Ksawery.
Pazina.
May I?
Long night, huh?
-Eggs benedict and green tea... -Bring it on.
I hear you guys are hitting big time on the center.
"Big time" meaning?
That you're sniffing around that hipster joint.
In this city someone's always sniffing around something.
Your boss is some dude. Rumor has it he wants to build a hotel.
A serious business, not some fucking Chinese take-out.
He wants to make the Forbes 500.
Solo, no partners?
I also heard your friend went swimming.
What friend?
You know... Sikor.
He got into some shit with that bum, what's his name, Bujda, Ciamajda?
Who gives a fuck.
They lifted some mobster's bag and the magic began.
Everyone disappeared like in a fucking Disney story.
He tried to push me that shit. You too? The pinkish stuff.
Interesting.
Yeah, interesting.
Stuff like that... circulating in the air.
Like female pheromones.
Fucking disgusting.
I'll be going.
Take care.
My treat.
Do me a favor. Keep your eyes open.
I know, you'll say you do. -Always.
But do.
I'm begging you.
Will you eat?
It stinks in here.
Stinks? No. It fucking reeks of shit.
But it's tasty shit.
Go on.
A lot of guys are working this case.
Cameras attract crowds.
The new prosecutor, Szeptycki...
is going to total war with drugs. It's his fad.
You have a way with those idiots. We need to show you more often.
-Do I get a bonus? -Reputation.
Fucking great.
Send me a check.
-When's the celebrity's trial? -He's bailing out.
You're kidding.
I didn't want to tell the press, but I got orders from above.
-But he can't leave the country. -Like half of the population.
The truth is, we don't need him anymore.
He told us everything.
Fuck...
It's going to be like Reagan's USA.
The guy's making a show of it.
Give me specifics. I'm paying you for specifics.
The celebrity, Sikor, that rich kid, son of the furniture mogul,
they all had the same stuff. Pinkish.
-Tinted. -What's the status?
They'll stop on you, for sure.
For Joe Sixpack who's watching TV...
you produced it, distributed it and forced them... to buy.
It's not a criminal case at all. It's a TV case.
I MISS YOU VERY MUCH
Going abroad?
Then stay there twice the time you planned.
That celebrity of yours... he cut a fucking deal.
With whom?
With Kim fucking Basinger.
-How much time have I got? -No idea.
I know I know nothing about you, though I get the car with you.
My guys respect you a lot.
They call you "The Ghost".
Saying you're hidden deeper than undercover agents.
As I said... stay longer, wherever you're going.
Don't spend it all at once. Get the kids something nice for Christmas.
I'll be in touch.
And a Merry Christmas to you.
CALLING STRYJ
Stryj here. Don't leave a message, I'll call you back.
DEPUTY CALLING
Kuba, bring me 20. To the hotel, in an hour.
WILL YOU DROP BY? IN 30 ;-)
-Let's go! -Fucking cool it!
-Do I hit your crib at night? -Get dressed, let's go.
It's Sunday, let a guy get laid.
Unless it's about smacking someone, then you better have two grand.
-It's going into the river! -Cut it out.
Fucking wait.
We're tight.
Then why half the town is asking about Sikor?
Fucking hold it. Let's talk like white people.
Fucking break off some of that bone:
a 100, 150 gram, whatever,
fucking 200, I don't want you to lose out on this.
-I'm not doing business with you. -Don't fucking give me that.
Do you think I don't know the city is empty?
And you too, that's why you're after me?
You think I don't know they held up the transport and you've got nil?
-200, wholesale price. That's it. -OK, whatever.
-Wlodek, come back. -I'll be right with you, Beata.
-Come on... please. -I said, I'll be right with you.
I need to be up in five hours. Are we tight?
Pick it up tomorrow. It's the last shot's last shot.
If I say it's tight then it's tight. Later.
-It's been a while. -He's with a hooker?
Are those his guys?
-Something's up? -Second helping.
You're sure she's a hooker? You've seen her before?
Black Louboutines with red soles. She's a whore.
What's good on the job?
Evil Germans and Asians, apart from that it's peace and quiet.
-Cameras? -Will be deleted, as always.
-237. -I know.
Have a pleasant stay.
Fucking do something! Or I'll call the cops! Or the guys downstairs.
Shut up.
-You sell it, now deal with it. -Shut up.
Who is this? Who the fuck is this?
I recognize him, he's...
He's from Litynski?
Why'd you let him in, you fucking slut?
I recognize him. If you won't give the pics up,
they'll shoot you before they bury you.
They won't bury you alive!
Fuck!
You've got to help me now! You've got to! Stay!
Or the guys from the lobby will come up!
Go get me a towel, and then get dressed! Now!
They won't get me.
They won't, tell them...
that they won't get me.
-There's no way! -Did you fuck him?
He couldn't come. He wanted me to blow him and then he smoked crack.
They implanted it in me.
Implanted it, inside.
It's even deeper.
They were from Gazprom. Fucking Gazprom...
they had addresses, names, everything...
-Hold this. -Everything!
Non-ecological...
The Americans talked to me... in Guantanamo.
It's inside. But I've got it!
It records everything, I'll get it out...
-Deputy! Are you OK? -Fucking America!
We need to be in the ministry in 30 minutes. Is everything OK?
-Pretend you're fucking. -What?
Moan, pant, I don't know.
-Go get the card key. -I'm fucking going.
-Fuck me, please! -Wait...
Fuck me, tear me apart!
Harder! Fuck me!
-He's still humping her. -Let's give him 15 minutes.
Hockney! Great.
-You like it? -Yeah, I love him. How'd you know?
-I'm glad. -Beautiful.
Thanks.
Will you come to dinner on the 2nd day of Christmas?
-To dinner where? -My parents'.
You'd meet.
Sorry, I have to take this.
Pazina, come to the International, bring Lorazepam and Valium in shots...
-Error, this is my private life. -Bandage, gauze and peroxide.
-Hurry. -Fuck.
Don't tell me you're leaving.
You'll flush it all down the toilet.
And if you go to the pigs... they'll chew you up.
Any specific questions?
How many more corpses are you hiding?
As I've mentioned earlier, the narcotics crime unit actions
is focused on tracking the source
of the cocaine found on the celebrity, Mariusz F.
How deeply have drugs sunk into the Polish establishment?
Should we expect a wave of arrests?
We'll leave speculations and guessing to you, the press.
That's all for now, thank you.
It's me. Fuck me, he's wasted.
-Give me the meds or he'll croak. -Can't you just call an ambulance?
The meds.
-Help me. I've got to give him a shot. -What's going on?
Fuck, I recognize you, Secret Police agents.
-What are you, implanting chips? -Hold him.
-You too. -No way!
-Hold him. -Guys, what...
What's...
Illuminati or what?
What is this? Come on, guys...
Are you Illuminati or what?
Drugs are fucking evil.
Guys...
But... what are you... Fuck!
Fucking hell!
He should come around in 15-20 minutes. Watch him.
No, man. Fuck that.
-How much? -I want out.
I want to go home.
Two grand and it'll be OK.
-Goverment Protection Bureau! -Hands up!
What's going on here? Deputy? Deputy?
-We had a call he didn't feel well. -Are you alive?
-What are those syringes? -Did you fucking kill him?
Deputy?
Don't fucking call me "deputy".
I waited in the lobby for 30 fucking minutes!
-Get in. -You're crossing the line!
I've got a life!
I'm not here to wait for your calls,
and fucking run around pharmacies with your fake fucking prescriptions!
Pazina... we're best friends and I really appreciate this.
Honestly, OK?
OK.
Whatever.
We're late, Dawid's waiting.
What happened to you? Fuck...
It's nothing.
Let me see.
Does it hurt? Sting?
Again, thank you.
It's cool.
Fuck! We won't surrender the Bethlehem!
They want to take our home! What?
Rats are already sneaking up to take the Bethlehem from us!
Will you give it away or not?
Everything's fucking free tonight! At the Bethlehem!
Beat it, loser!
Fuck!
Everything's free tonight at the Bethlehem!
Bethlehem!
-That's all I recorded. -Fuck.
-Maluch's fucking losing it, huh? -Big time.
He doesn't have a clue right now.
And even if he does, nothing good will fucking come out of it.
-What did you do earlier? -I told you.
-Dawid ran the old Awaria. -Let him talk.
Well... like Pazina said, right?
And I dealt weed, but that was way back.
-You don't anymore? -I don't need the stress.
-How long at the Bethlehem? -A year, right?
Pazina brought me in.
But I didn't get paid six months, so I left too.
He cheats on everything. Booze, sugar, coffee.
And the debts just grow.
-He paid the rent once, maybe twice. -You don't say.
The queue of creditors would reach all the way up to Agrykola.
-But... KNSN, officer. -What?
-Know nothing, saw nothing. -Oh, those young'uns, right?
My times were much less dramatic.
I've got a riddle for you. If you know it, tell me.
A bat and a ball cost 1.10 zloty. The ball costs 1 zloty more.
How much is the bat?
Simple: five groszs, right?
-What do you mean, five? Ten! -Five. But everyone gets it wrong.
-Show me your ID. -Why?
You want the job or not?
-Nice photo. -Show me yours.
You wish.
Be at Bethlehem tomorrow at eight. If Maluch shows up, call me.
Pazina will give you the number. I've got to go. Will you be OK?
Do you need a copy of the ID? Should I text the data?
ALT 912481.
92081093107.
Fuck...
Come in, come in.
Water with lime on ice, as usual?
Sparkling, if you have some.
I have everything.
Make yourself comfortable.
30, like you asked.
Thank you.
So pretty and pink.
Would you pour me some wine?
Sure.
So...
-Still a lot of work ahead of you? -As usual.
My son...
in his... that place...
-What do you call it, where he lives... -Boarding house.
No, dorm. They found drugs on him.
-Will they expel him? -Probably. My husband doesn't know yet.
-Is it some good university? -Used to be better.
Oxford.
I'll play some music, OK?
And...? Are you done for today?
No, I'm not. I can't tell...
Don't be like my husband. He can never tell me anything.
He's on the phone, but he can't tell me.
I told him a week ago that if it's one of those young sluts,
he can quit pretending.
Wait.
COME OVER
I've got to go.
Stay.
You knew I'd ask you one day.
Ewa...
It's like inviting a pizza delivery guy to stay for tea.
Believe me, there is nothing,
completely nothing besides...
besides another human being who is selflessly kind to you.
You'll see, in ten years you'll be groveling and whining...
sunshine, begging strangers in the street
to have tea with you, or go on vacation.
There is nothing besides another human being who has a heart.
Come.
With all due respect, but I really have to go.
I'm sorry, Ewa.
All right...
Let's just drop it.
Go.
Go on.
Go.
Goodnight, Kuba.
Goodnight, Ewa.
It's going to devour you very slowly. At first you won't feel it at all.
We all live just a step away from its belly.
It's raising us, raising us for food.
It's your turn.
Get up. Don't be scared, get up.
What are you doing?
Hanging your coat.
It's good to see you.
Something to drink?
Kuba...
Will you have something to drink?
Kuba.
You're right.
It's pointless.
What's pointless?
Kuba...
Talk to me.
What's pointless?
Talk to me! What are you doing?
Why talk to me, right? Why the fuck talk to me?!
Get laid and go home, as usual?
I was to be a trophy, like your car, is that it?
And I was just to look good and put out for you?
I let you treat me like a slut and I don't know a thing about you!
Not even where you live, get it?
-Go to Argentina with me. -What?
Go to Argentina with me, it's the only way to do this.
Do what?
Please. You have till tomorrow.
Buddy! Come over here.
Recognize me?
I apologize for my awful behavior.
Vodka turns a man into an beast.
You Muslims know that.
All right.
-I apologize, with all my heart. -No problem, but I'm in a hurry.
-I understand. But I'm really very... -Accepted.
I'm repenting for my sins.
Why don't we go to Maghreb, talk there, not in the street...
And the kid's gone.
He must've waited all night, the fucking devil.
Listen, everyone's meeting at Jadzia's, tomorrow afternoon.
-I'm to be there? -Yes! Fucking answer your phone!
Keep your phone by your ass! I'm going to bed. Later.
Receipt, invoice?
-Nothing, I'm good. -It'll be 300 zlotys for the gas.
Cash or plastic? Plus the paper?
WHO IS DEALING COCAINE OF DEATH?