Blinded by the Lights (Ślepnąc od świateł)

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.