Well?
We can't help you.
What can we do?
All we can do is wait. Got any food left?
Mom...
I've got pills in my car, I really do.
Enough for everyone.
It won't hurt.
We'll all fall asleep.
And we won't have to wait for what is to come.
-We'll just fall asleep. -What are you talking about, son?
Kuba...
I've got a piece of meat for you still.
Here it comes.
You've got five minutes. Go. Run.
Come on, Stryj! It's going to collapse!
Fucking harder!
It's fucking burning like hell! Kuba, get up!
Wake the fuck up!
-And Dawid? -He's fucking dead!
Fuck, it collapsed over there!
Puke, puke. Puking means life.
-Shouldn't we take him to a hospital? -I'll take you! To a fucking asylum!
It's your fault. You fucked up and you'll find him, tonight.
I will.
I want him confessing on paper, on camera, that he's the arsonist.
-Take all the documents. -I know.
We signed a legit contract. Everything's fucking legit.
And then you'll cut his dick off and have him eat it.
-I've got my shift at the Dream. -Forget your fucking shift.
This is your shift! You're all going. I'm done.
Grab him.
A fire in the forest
The wind carries a song
A scout troop round the fire
Is getting fucking started...
YOU WERE RIGHT, IT'S POINTLESS. HAVE A NICE TRIP.
-What the fuck are you doing? -Maybe I should drive?
You said you don't do blow, kid.
You saved my life. So I'll handle the bag.
Cut it out...
Darek's bag. I'll give it back to him.
-It was Sikor's! -No, it wasn't. It was Darek's.
-Darek... Who is he, anyway? -A faggot!
Maybe. Maybe he's a faggot.
Or maybe he fucks dogs!
Or maybe he won the Chopin Competition!
Let's go!
BLINDED BY LIGHTS Episode 6
UNKNOWN
Hello?
See Kuba, how funny it is?
What's funny?
Fleas crack in a funny way when you squeeze them.
I'm calling because I like you. I call people I like.
I told you, I've got nothing to do with this.
Misfortunes come in pairs. You didn't keep it out of harm's way.
And one has to watch over.
To wash.
To eat.
I'll go first, not to scare her. And be nice, she's OK.
Don't teach a dad how to reproduce, "nice guy".
Seriously, don't touch the women.
Hi, handsome. I knew you'd come. Come in.
Merry Christmas.
Shepherds came a-running to Bethlehem...
Playing songs of joy to the Holy Child!
Glory be in the Heavens Glory be in the Heavens
And may peace reign on Earth.
Merry Christmas.
No one expected carolers, but sit down,
say what tidings you bear. We're having...
a kind of a Christmas Eve dinner, so help yourselves...
Chickpea cutlets, beat salad, hummus,
buckwheat pierogi... Those are chickpea cutlets,
buckwheat in different forms, pickles...
Great. Great.
Where's Maluch?
-What's this fodder shit? -Vegan.
It tastes like I'd be eating a fucking Rover bicycle tube.
-What are they doing here? -Anastazja...
Where is Maluch?
Shut this fucking dog up or I'll throw it out the window!
-It's just an animal. -Tell me: where is Maluch?
I said: fucking shut it up!
Kuba, I thought we were cool...
Put it down! Leave it alone!
Fucking let my dog go!
I said: don't touch the women!
-Why did you throw my dog out?! -Quiet!
-Kuba! -I said: not the women.
-How can you be such a motherfucker? -Kuba, what the fuck is that?
You did it together.
You burned the club down to split the insurance money.
Now tell me, where is Maluch?
I don't know, man, I didn't do anything with him...
He owes me 150 grand. He robbed me. I've got no idea where he is.
-I hoped I'd talk to you about it. -You did it together.
You're fucking crazy, man. You're fucking crazy!
Never talk to me like that.
Enough! Get the fuck out, all of you!
-Sit down, loser. -Tough words for a prison bitch.
-I'm calling the fucking cops! -Leave him!
Leave me alone!
Anastazja... tell me, where is Maluch.
Don't lie. People connect.
What the fuck are you talking about?
About love.
Anastazja... in a moment we're really going to hurt one of your friends.
Him, for example.
I won't hurt you. We're good.
Tell me...
-Where is Maluch? -I don't know.
-Tell me. -I don't know.
-I really don't. -Let her go!
Stop it!
No... Leave me alone!
-We're leaving. -What?
I said: we're leaving.
First we'll have some sleepy fun with her.
It's a shame to waste such a piece of ass.
What did I say? We're out of here!
-I said we're leaving! -What the fuck?
Now!
We need to keep on looking!
Fucking open it, it's freezing.
You're not giving orders here, faggot!
You're not fucking giving orders here, prick!
Someone else is!
I said: don't touch the women.
You're not untouchable. Not at all!
It's not like no one is allowed to hurt you!
Do it again, and Jacek will find out...
that you nicked an old mobster's blow, without him knowing.
Jacek will find out you're to blame for his problems.
I can return that stuff.
I don't have to say you had it.
I don't have to tell Jacek you did it behind his back.
But I can also choose to do it differently.
You motherfucking bitch! Fucking faggot!
You're not giving orders here!
No one will order me around! I spent ten years inside, bitch,
and I won't be ordered around by a faggot like you!
Christ, how could I've fallen for him?
This infusion ought to help you.
Don't thank me.
Let's talk.
Let's.
I know where Maluch is.
You should've said so yesterday. It would've been nicer.
I'm not some schmuck.
Sure you're not. You're a businessman.
I want my money, but I'm not waving a gun to get it.
I'm to wave the gun?
Whatever you get from him, first you pay me off. He owes me 200 grand.
-Yesterday it was 150. -And today it's fucking 200!
You'll let me live and do business. You guys won't come here again.
I need your word.
I won't come to you. But that's just me. I can't speak for everyone.
Give me your word that no one will fucking come here again!
I hear he wants to flee the country, tonight.
-Address? -17 Targowa St., Apt. 20.
He'll be there this evening.
How do you know that?
His ho, Julka, rents my bud's flat.
She called saying she's moving out.
-And if he won't be there? -He better be there, right?
Thanks, Anastazja.
GOD, PROTECT ME FROM MYSELF
Jacek.
You look like a man, finally.
I hope you found that arsonist cocksucker.
We didn't.
We were looking for him yesterday and things got ugly.
-Who? -Stryj and I had a falling out.
What the fuck do I care? That's between you!
Find that guy today, if he's not in Berlin by now
or some other bitch, strumming on the street.
-I know where he'll be tonight. -Tonight...
They're fucking killing me.
Yeah?
Yes, all is set.
Yes, Mom, the band will play "White Flowers."
Yes, Mom.
Mom, I can't talk now. I can't, I'll call you later.
All right, bye.
They're fucking killing me.
Go for Christmas Eve, relax.
-I'll find him, you've got my word. -Enough of that fucking bullshit!
You've been saying that for five days now.
The bitch's to be cleared by tonight!
I've got enough stress with the fucking wedding and the fucking family bullshit!
"Relax."
I'll be relaxed when that whore leaves. My mother-in-law, I mean.
She came... she fucking sits there...
banging on her head for hours:
"Jacek could spend more on the apartment,
the kids could go to a private school..."
Private school? Who the fuck goes to private schools? Fags with leukemia!
She just fucking goes on, and the missus plays it back to me,
-like she has a tape recorder head! -Maybe she just cares.
The fuck she cares. Just like her fucking tramp of a sister!
She says she's depressed, yeah, right. Depressed, my ass.
No wonder her husband fucking dumped her!
Depressed... If I had such a slob at home, I'd fucking bury her,
'cause she's an embarrassment!
Everyone's depressed today, so she's too, why the fuck not?
And three kids run around with dirty asses,
so, of course, we have to take them for the holidays so they won't starve.
And now they run their dirty asses around my house!
And those two? Why, they fucking sit and talk about depression!
Depression!
I say: erect a fucking monument in the backyard!
Go, put up fucking letters like in Hollywood:
DEPPRESSION, in golden letters! Fucking go on TV with it!
The rich do as they please!
Motherfucker...
It's all a matter of perspective.
-Not really. -Bullshit.
I'm up here, looking down on all this. Why? Because I can fucking afford it.
But if you were down there, like the guy spilling salt on the fucking pavement,
then it's a totally different perspective.
Jacek...
there's something I need to tell you.
Fuck it, I'm going to sweat it out. Jason, coming to the sauna? Come on.
You too.
-No. -They'll give you briefs and slippers.
I don't like sauna.
Nothing purifies you like the sauna. Not even confession.
That fucking Christmas Eve today...
And suddenly it will end
Snow will bury all You believe and love
You'll be carried away by the wind
It'll drop you, you'll fall, Losing your trust
But you... you'll never give up
But you...
You'll never give up
Always beware of the lies
Of those who always pretend Always carry a smile
Always beware of the lies
Of the ever-clear cloudless blue skies
But you...
You'll never give up
But you...
You'll never give up
But you...
You'll never give up
But you...
you'll never give up
You want to kill, destroy Enslave hate... so do I
You want to kill, destroy enslave hate... so do I
You want to kill, destroy, enslave hate... so do I
Kuba!
I know, the wedding, Christmas and all, but I want to come clean
and I need to tell you this.
Go on. I've got Eddie Murphy's law as it is.
Stryj gave me a bag of blow to stash.
-Why are you bothering my ass? -Wait.
Stryj took it from Sikor. Then he whacked him and dumped him in the river.
And now it turns out it's your friend Darek's bag.
Fuck!
Why the fuck did you take anything from him?
Stryj's a fucking moron who couldn't count to ten!
I wouldn't take a fucking tram ticket from him!
-He said you knew. -The fuck I knew!
And it was so fucking good already! Fuck...
He's tearing the town apart, looking for his blow!
There's a lot of dough there too.
Looking for dough and blow which you're fucking stashing!
I fucking hope you didn't touch it.
Hold it!
You and Stryj started it, you two will fix it.
Take the stuff, find Stryj. Stryj will go and return it to him.
Make sure he fucking returns it without a commission.
And then, mark my word, you'll go to Maluch, you'll find him
and you'll fucking bring him to me, wrapped like a fucking Christmas gift.
Understand?!
-I'll do that now. -You'll fucking do that!
Fucking now!
Wait!
I got you that blow. A key.
The show must go on.
When you're done here, pick it up at the Swan Lake in Lomianki.
-From whom? -From Fatso.
-Who's that? -My cousin.
Be quick, he's going for the midnight mass.
-Since when is he a wholesaler? -Kuba, fuck...
You whined for the blow, so you got it! Now beat it.
Or I'll drown you in the fucking pool. Get the fuck out! Fucking beat it!
Stryj?
Oh, God...
Beata, easy...
112, what's your emergency?
Mrs. Maria...
God, Mrs. Maria...
Police, stay down! Hands!
Spread your legs!
Give me your hand!
You scumbag!
I told you we'd get you, you prick!
What the fuck? It's Christmas Eve.
-Dad, is it the unexpected visitor? -I'll be right with you, sweetie.
We've got an extra plate for you, visitor.
Go draw with your brother, OK?
-We need to talk. -Dumb motherfucker.
You come to a police commissioner's home?
Let me show you something.
The new prosecutor, Szeptycki...
is starting a total war with drugs. It's his fad.
-A friend from work? -Yes, I'll be right with you.
-Won't you come in? -Honey, it's business. Five minutes.
I'd love to, thanks.
-Karolina Zakowska. -Marcin Wroblewski.
Please, come in.
Hello.
-Sorry, I left my shoes on. -No, it's OK.
Karolina, a word, please.
-Are you the unexpected visitor? -Did you bring gifts?
No, he didn't.
Kids, entertain our guest, OK?
-Do you have a family? -I do.
Why aren't you with them? Did you have a fight?
I don't want this.
They'll stop soon.
-Tell me, do you go to kindergarten? -No, to school.
She goes to kindergarten.
Do you drive to school across the Vistula?
-Yes, because it's in Saska Kepa. -What street?
Meksykanska, next to Francuska St.
-Did your dad kill that carp? -No, he bought it dead.
-My dad always killed it himself. -That must've been awful.
It was kind of funny. Once he smeared himself with the carp's blood,
lay down on the floor and pretended he was dead.
-Like a dog! -Kind of.
Mom got really scared.
Did she crap herself?
She beat dad with a rolling pin.
Mom, the visitor told us a funny story.
Great. My husband is waiting for you on the veranda.
We haven't opened the gifts yet!
We will, after the gentlemen have a chat.
What have you drawn here?
Talk to me.
I fucking told you everything. What the fuck did you come here for?
I told you to leave, fast. They're coming at you from two directions.
Go on, I'm listening.
One...
That faggot from TV. He didn't think twice.
He gave your name, description, car, phone number. You're wired, 100%.
Besides, they don't need that, with the voice tracking systems.
-What didn't he say? -What he didn't know.
Surname and address. It'll take them some time.
-"Some" meaning? -A few hours, a dozen tops!
And two?
Well?
Take a closer look!
Do you realize these people are dead?
She was with a child. It's dead too. Because of this.
Your friend has confessed. I know what he said, you don't.
Do you think they won't be after you, once you walk out of here?
That they'll be as fucking nice as I am?
Or will they fucking get you?
You'd rather be loyal to him or to me?!
-This guy... -What?
-He brought the coke. -He sold this to you? Right?
-The blow which killed Kamil. -Is this the same coke?
-No. -No?
-The guy sold us the coke... -This coke?
-The one after which Kamil... -This?
-I mean... -What?
-That pink stuff... -What? He didn't sell it?
-No. -Who, then?
Look at me! Because you're bullshitting me again!
-But... -What?
-It... -Your friend didn't hesitate!
-OK. -"OK", what?
Sit up straight! Look at me!
What did this guy sell you? Use your finger.
-This guy... -Sold you...
-This. -This guy, this stuff, right?
Yes.
-100%? -Yes, this guy.
See?
I tried to undermine it. I said, do blood tests,
you'll get the periodic table. Anyone could've been there.
Show them Benny Hill, and they'll say it was him.
Funny, how you can tell by your face what you're about to say.
You're as clear as a stop sign.
You couldn't afford this boat on a cop's salary.
You're not the first or the last. It always ends like this.
Tell me...
-Did I track mud into your house? -Say what?
Did I track mud into your house?
What does that mean?
Are you fucking crazy?
Maybe your buddies know everything, they just decided to rob me first?
This morning someone broke into my crib.
They stole a lot of blow and a lot of money!
And they tracked mud inside!
Fuck, Kuba.
If my guys dipped into serious money and blow,
you wouldn't find me here.
I'd get 20% of it.
And I'd be in Hawaii, not here.
Now go!
You don't want to see me again. Go!
Pazina, open up!
I know you're home!
-Only you've been there! No one else! -What the fuck?
-You've fucking lost it. -I didn't let anyone else in.
What? Put the fucking gun down.
-Only you knew about the camera! -Put the fucking gun down, you freak!
Please, leave, now. Or I'll call the police.
Adam, it's OK, go to the bedroom. I'll be right there.
He's got a gun.
-She'll be right there. -Honey, it's OK...
How is it OK? He's got a gun!
Listen, kid...
Adam... back to bed.
I love you, honey.
-It'll be all right. -Now!
You really ought to get help.
-You set me up with Dawid. -What?
The three of you robbed me. You, Maluch and that babe of his.
Who the fuck do you think I am?
Tell me! I know.
Get the fuck out of my home! Get out! Fucking psycho!
-What now? -What?
-How are you going to spend it? -Fuck you, psycho.
-Get the fuck out. -Go on vacation with the kid?
How can you say that? Fuck you...
And never talk to me again! Fucking go!
It's fucking over.
Oh, Jesus... Oh, fuck.