Pitbull. New Order (Pitbull. Nowe porządki)

PITBULL. PUBLIC ORDER.

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Fucking Lech from Poznan. Bitches...

Fucking Lech from Poznan.

Mom, we beat 'em 5 to 1, here's dad.

We'll be home after 6:00, bye.

Fucking old whore.

Legia's a fucking old whore, fuck Legia!

4 YEARS LATER

- Got a boyfriend? - No.

- Expecting someone? - No.

Do you know them?

No, fuck them.

The guards are fucking you over.

It's break-in and theft.

Fuck!

What the...?

Oh fuck...

You broke my fucking window?

You'll replace it, asshole.

I'm calling the cops.

Shut the fuck up.

You're not calling anywhere.

And tomorrow you get her a new window, bring me 1000

...and flowers.

If not, I'll fucking find you.

You scared the fuck out of me.

As long as your prints aren't on the dope you can say a passenger left it.

- What do you want? - 2 grams of hash.

- Fuckin' gangsta. - What?

Speed dealer they showed us this morning.

Gangsta.

Hey, numnuts.

Stop, police!

Central Police Headquarters Psychology Unit

He yelled, "I'll kill you, prick!" and stabbed me.

What did you feel?

The first time on the job someone called me

a prick I got a bit offended, but now...

I got home, looked in the mirror, saw I don't look

like a prick, so I don't get offended anymore.

If they'd found drugs in your blood, you'd do time.

They didn't.

They check only for alcohol.

For two years you were undercover in a drug ring.

Trying to tell me that didn't break you?

I've asked to the chief to transfer you out of narcotics.

To where?

To life and health. Mokotow.

District Police Headquarters II Mokotow District

You must catch only petty criminals.

And the big ones?

Holy smoke, you can't catch them.

Why not, chief?

What are we going to do if you wipe out crime?

Minnows count as much as big fish, and are easier to find.

Stats don't differentiate.

Like in a western. A stagecoach circled

by Indians beating the shit out of a guy.

Looks like they're using gas guns.

- Police! Stop or I'll shoot. - Fuck you, go ahead and shoot.

Dud?

Get down!

What's going on?

Gentlemen...

I have grievances with only

him, him, and him,

who were beating me, but not the others.

What's this all about?

Are you gentlemen?

Ever seen a gentleman cop?

If you piss me off, I'll let them finish the job. Talk!

I was once deputy chief of the municipal guard.

Someone sent my boss intimate photos of me.

I wasn't with a woman, but a man, giving each other a blow job.

That was not tolerated, so I was ordered to resign.

I did have a pro-male orientation once, but now I fuck only women.

The gents who were beating me are from my male period.

I said once that one of them sucked my dick.

He got angry, went to the others, and said I was lying.

They came to me and told me to take it back.

I looked at them.

Those yelling the loudest were:

he gave me a blow job 30 times,

and him I fucked in the ass 15 times.

Basically, I've had fun with all of them.

That's what we do.

So I said to him,

"You sucked my dick, I fucked you in the ass. Where's the lie?

They pulled out their pistols,

I pulled out mine, and we began shooting.

I fucked you in the ass, you gave me a blow job.

Which one did you fuck in the ass?

Him, him, him, and him.

Which one sucked your dick?

Him, him, and him.

00 to 39.

We picked up the thieves.

Go see the woman who bought the hot stereo from them.

Not only did the pricks fuck up the remodeling... Hang on.

Hello?

Police, please let us in.

Don't bullshit me, or I'll call the real police.

Nothing, fuckin' kids pretending to be cops

so they can smoke in the stairwell... Hang on.

What now?

Please open the door, or we'll smash it open.

Oh fuck, Anka, I think it really is the cops. Hang on.

I could glue in a shitty picture like that myself.

Did you buy a stereo?

So, cops go round now doing marketing surveys?

The stereo is stolen property.

What?!

Hello.

Did your partner call you 'cause he's afraid to be alone with me?

Yeah.

God, what handsome men are on the force these days.

How about some wine?

On duty?

You can always go off duty.

Write straight.

Hello.

Two guys dressed as police officers just stole my stereo.

Anka, the cops took my stereo. The one I bought from the workers.

There's going to be a shootout, fuck me.

Stop, police.

I'm a cop, too.

040, 221 on the scene. They're ours.

One of them was so tasty.

Really hot.

Turn on the siren.

Officer Dariusz Wolkowski, ID and vehicle registration.

I don't have them.

We'll go to the station and the car will be towed away.

I'll tell you what we'll do, kid. I have a meeting at 8:00 o'clock.

Call this guy.

At this number.

Tell him Tomek said to call.

Granny.

You need the registration ASAP.

He brings the papers,

and I give you a big tip, deal?

What's the tip?

Soon things'll be put in order in Mokotow.

There'll be a murder,

and I'm going to be involved.

I'm telling you this only because you'll never prove it.

What the fuck good is that tip if I can't prove you did it?

Olek!

Sit up.

Sit up.

Sit up, goddamit!

Olek, stop fooling around.

Want some help?

I'll be home late. Got a meeting of the board.

Hi, dad.

Marcin how much test are you doing now?

Dude, I've never taken steroids.

I give you the shots.

Oh yeah.

Thirteen gangsters, practically the whole group.

Who's the boss here?

Who the fuck is asking?

Who's second in command?

Mokotow is mine. You can work for me or get the fuck out.

What's wrong with him?

He faints at the sight of blood. We use him because he's big.

Is that why he's called "Fear?"

No, he was fucked up once and walked like this.

Good, I don't have pussies on my team.

Everyone must be trained so he never turns state's evidence.

What do we do now?

Call the cops.

What were you doing when the shooting started?

Working my quads.

What'd you see?

A football game.

Who were the teams?

How many guys on a team?

Eleven

With the goalie or without?

Without.

Know what, Marcin Opalka?

Get the fuck on home.

Can I finish my training?

Are you the boss of the anti-terror unit?

Mostowski Palace Central Police Headquarters