لومړۍ 200 کرښې.
Come on! Give it to me!
Guys, stop it! Guys!
Borys, Franek, stop.
What did you do with my gogos? Tell me!
Mom?
Can I have a hundred for paints?
-A hundred? Really? -You gave Frank that much.
I gave it to him for a skateboard.
If you do a sport, I'll give it to you.
No, Marek! Eating on the run is unhealthy.
Honey, life is unhealthy.
The coffee is on the table.
Will you take Borys to school? Thanks.
Dad, can you give me a hundred for paints?
Will you stop? Marek, won't you say anything?
Sure, kick him in the shins and you'll be fine.
Guys, are you crazy? No…
Time to go to school, we have five minutes.
Borys, the same to you!
Take your backpack and go to the car.
Quick! Fast!
Come on, move it!
Here you are.
Natalia, your breakfast.
Honey, I'm sorry, change of plan.
I can't give him a lift, I have to go to Stefan's.
-No, Marek! -I have to!
I have an appointment.
I thought I'd have time to take a shower.
Babe, a beautiful woman like you
doesn't have to take a shower at all.
At all?
Yuck.
Yuck? Give me my money back.
-You gave her money? -No way! What money?
Marek!
It's seven thirty…
Okay, goodbye!
Off you go!
I wish all listeners a nice day and stay with us.
Radio Gdynia.
Get out, Mom will give you a lift.
-Again? -Again? Come on now.
Sometimes Mom gives you a lift, Sometimes Dad does it.
Bye, honey.
Bye, Mom.
Hey, what's up? You can do it.
Chin up, everything will be fine.
-Yes? -Sorry, boss.
We need a signature for two trucks to Germany.
Thanks.
Should we put the new truck in the fourth or second place?
-How should I know? -Okay, sorry.
What the fuck?
I can't fucking stand this.
This snot could be his granddaughter.
What a shame in front of all our friends.
Please, somehow talk him out of it.
But then Dad won't come.
I want you both to be at my wedding.
There will be a lot of people, you might not see each other.
Cause I'll be sitting next to the toilet, right?
And this chit in the place of honor.
-Stop it. -Thank you very much.
They're together, you can do nothing about it.
We'll see how long she can stand it.
Let's wait until his next heart attack.
-Help me! -But what should I tell her?
I do want to come but in this situation
it probably won't be possible.
Come on, talk to our father.
Do it yourself, it's your wedding.
But you're daddy's girl.
-Don't suck in your belly. -I'm not.
-You look like you are. -Leave me alone!
My wedding, my belly.
And that's how it fucking is.
Who always has it tough? Decent people.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Some coffee? -Yes, please.
Dorota, two black coffees from the coffee machine.
They pinched Gładki.
-What are you saying? -What am I saying?
"Police officers from the Central Investigation Bureau
seized five million cigarettes
and 35 tons of tobacco in a warehouse in Elbląg.
The value of the goods…"
Fifteen million.
He's in prison and we're not.
Because he's a wholesaler and we aren't.
And we can continue our small business.
Although my brother-in-law probably thinks otherwise.
By the way, he should be here by now.
-He called to say he's running late. -How long?
-He's not answering, shall we wait? -I don't know.
We won't wait, call them.
Good morning.
Gentlemen, do you live in a tent?
So what is it?
-Ryszard… -Ryszard.
He has connections.
In Scotland, England, Ireland…
In Wales, Australia, New Zealand… Come on.
We need 10,000 Marlboro cartons,
five thousand Lucky Strikes
and one hundred kilograms of cut tobacco a week.
It can't be done.
I don't have that much. I'm not a wholesaler.
Viktor said we'd agree.
Do you see him around?
He's not the boss, there are three of us.
So it must be three times "yes." For now, there is one "no."
Excuse me, your coffee.
-Here you are. -Thank you.
Will you have a drink too?
They don't have time.
-Okay, well then… -Well then, listen.
To start with, a thousand packs of Marlboros,
two thousand Lucky Strikes,
and twenty kilos of cut tobacco.
Well, that's how it starts, right?
Distribute the goods and we'll keep talking.
And no credits.
-That's fine, cash only. -Cash only.
Someone will call you in three days.
-Are we in touch? -Yes, we are.
Thank you, gentlemen.
Wait a minute.
Leave your numbers, so we can call you.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Give me my gogos back.
-I lost them. -Give them back!
Get out of here, damn it!
I want them back.
Give them back!
Put that toy down.
This is not a toy, it's a real gun.
Do you want to find out?
I told you I don't have them.
Give me my gogos back, you redhead.
Come on!
We can't launch another production?
No, we can't.
To end up like Gładki?
We've been problem-free for years.
Do I have to explain this again?
Okay, fuck, I just asked.
It's easy to become big, it's hard to stay small.
My brother-in-law.
So what is it?
I have something extra for you.
-Where are you? - Something for the three of us.
Okay, be specific!
There were three of us Each of different blood
You're fucking out of tune.
- I'm waiting in the greenhouse. -Okay.
Where is he?
He told us to come to the greenhouse.
-Hello, Luther. -Hello, babe.
Is Dad there?
Yes, he is.
-Are you okay? -Yes.
-Hello, Carmen. -Hi.
How are my grandchildren? Good, isn't it?
No, I'm going crazy after the booze.
-Hi. -Hi.
For old friends, it's the real stuff.
You don't even get a hangover from it.
I want to talk.
Come on, guys.
-Oh, my sweetie! -Oh, my uncle!
You too.
Klaudia, go get that dress you have for the wedding.
All right.
Speak.
Let me guess, your mother…
doesn't want Klaudia at the wedding.
If she comes, Mom won't attend.
Who is paying for the party?
Whoever pays makes the rules, right?
-So how? Cool, isn't it? -Yes, it is.
-Do you know how much this dress cost? -It's cool.
Andrzej keeps saying that you can see my butt,
Didn't I tell you?
-Look how great the fabric is. -Hello? Yes?
-Okay, I'll be there soon. -What is it?
I'll call you later.
In a few years Have the world at our feet
Lots of everything
What have you come up with?
Gentlemen, here's the hash.
It weighs three hundred kilos.
Do you like it?
Marek?
Marek! Wait, you don't understand.
The hash went missing in action,
the dealers are in prison, the dogs didn't find it, and Viktor got a tip.
It's a shame to leave it here like this.
Say something.
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