The Green Glove Gang (Gang Zielonej Rękawiczki)

THE GREEN GLOVE GANG

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Oh, yeah!

"SENIOR" SENIOR CITIZENS CLUB

Excellent!

Moving spryly from side to side.

We're all equal on the dance floor out here.

If anyone was here...

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That's the sixth time.

- So much for... explosions and detonations. - We'll figure something out.

And then we'll get him here.

How?

He's probably figured out who we were and gone to ground.

- Or worse, he's a snitch. -

Still no answer?

No answer...

because phone contact is inadvisable.

Six... times forty-eight.

All that... times two.

Is he solving a fucking Sudoku?

What materials do you... ...use?

Semtex?

C-4?

Melt cast or octogen?

Plot this out onto the plan.

Drill holes there.

I'll be back in a few days.

Einstein?

More like Frankenstein.

- We can try. - No.

Come on, gentlemen. Gentlemen, let us in.

What's the harm? We just want to have a polite little drink here!

Thump our feet a little.

- Everything else is closed. - This is a senior citizens club.

Oh, geez.

Okay, but what if I have, like, high cholesterol?

- That's not enough. - What about his erectile dysfunction?

What?

Let me repeat once again: this is a senior citizens club.

- Oh, geez. - You're not seniors.

- Period. - That's too bad.

- Exactly. - And you're good to operate?

- My dad works for the health department. -

How butch.

I think we're drinking today.

- Quiet. - Quiet.

- That was awesome! - Wait for it...

Whoa!

- I'll see what I can do, okay? - That's what I'm talking about!

There you go! We did it.

Good one!

- Good one. - High five!

We've got company. To the tunnel.

Alicja!

Listen up, red alert! We've got a crisis.

Sonny!

Don't you worry your pretty little head.

- We gotta go to the dance floor - Let's go, ladies.

- Hey, guys! Hey! - Oh, man!

- Excuse me. Listen... - Your friend was so nice in letting us in.

Ah. But as you can see, there's no one here anyway.

- There's the dance floor! - But...

- Chill out. - Why so tense?

Gosh! They're so cute.

Excuse me!

- Excuse me. How long have you been open? - Only a couple of days.

What a beautiful place. Clearly made with love.

- So amusing! - Yes, we're doing our best.

Your mug's so adorable.

We're staying here, yeah? Let's get some drinks.

- Wait here. - We'll get them.

Fucking awesome!

- - Red alert. They're going back to the bar.

Dude, where are we?

We'll get caught.

I only have juice and multivitamins.

Jesus Christ, do something! Or we're toast!

- Look at this place. - I'm bringing out the big guns.

Oh. Hello once again.

["Prawy do lewego" by Kayah i Bregović playing]

- It can't be! - We gotta get back.

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Something got tangled.

Kinga, no.

One little, secure job.

Please.

You're not doing great with this abstinence thing.

What about Henryk?

I haven't seen you two together much lately.

Listen to this.

"To the Green Glove Gang."

"Salutations. We're asking for your help."

Salutations. We're asking for your help.

The fate of doggies from the bogus Dog Heaven shelter depends on it.

It's run by a certain Zygmunt Wrotycz.

The bastard obtains huge subsidies supposedly for the doggies

but it's total bull.

- - The dogs are kept in ghastly conditions.

- This brute starves and neglects them. - Hmm.

People know nothing about it, and donate money.

The scoundrel's living it up,

enjoying his reputation of a good citizen and animal lover.

Help us expose that fraud.

We beg you not to leave these doggies.

"SOS. Help! Rescue them!"

"Signed, DFF."

"DFF"?

- Dog Friends Forever. - "Dog Friends Forever."

But Alicja is still having dreams.

All three of us in prison.

If we go as a duo, that won't come true.

It's a simple esoteric equation.

Betrayal.

Hmm?

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I've fallen in love at first sight.

And yes, it has only been open for a few days,

but I can already wholeheartedly recommend it.

It needs your support to survive.

It's run by kind, friendly, dedicated people

who want to prove that old age isn't a death sentence.

That even... Look at this!

That even after you're fifty, you can have loads of fun.

I'm gonna cry!

- I'll fucking smack her. - Look! They crave human connection.

Drop by if you love retro vibes, and if you don't,

sign up your grandmas and grandpas for workshops organized during the day.

Let's give them something nice on their home stretch.

Look, this is our bodyguard. See? He let us in. Hi! Wave!

Definitely drop by...

- I didn't let them in. - Does anyone even watch this?

Uh, 300,000 people.

Oh gosh.

It wasn't me, I swear.

This situation's gotten serious.

We've become viral.

- What's a viral? - Does that mean we need to get vaccinated?

- No way. - We got plenty of likes.

And unfortunately, it's entirely our fault.

Right now, half the country wants to support us.

The phones have been ringing all morning with people inquiring about workshops.

- That's great. - Oh, how nice!

No, it's a problem. We don't have any workshops.

- This is all for show, get it? - But why?

Do any of you feel up to just running something tomorrow?

- I don't know. - On any topic.

- Something you feel confident and good at. - You, go ahead.

- And you? - Have you got an idea?

Sex and seduction.

Oh, geez.

Nice choice.

You'll do one on mustache maintenance. Anyone else?

- Sit down. - What about painting?

- Oh, great. - Painting, yes!

- Yes! - Painting, yes.

Yoga and fitness!

Yoga, fitness. Bravo!

Drama club!

Embroidery.

Disco polo!

- Yes! - Rosary circle.

Back in business.

Thanks. See you soon.

Hello? Yes, workshops start tomorrow.

No, dances are every day.

Yes, yes.

Hello?

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We'll start here, and then from the other side.

Have you made up your mind about the doggies?

What doggies?

The ones from the bogus shelter. They could use some help.

Maria, right now, we're having a dog day afternoon.

Maria, not now.

We have to keep an eye on our foremen, so they do it like Frankenstein wanted.