Gangster Ka

Nod that you'll pay and you won't become a cripple.

Well?

GANGSTER KAY

The victim is your family's friend, is that right?

He says your son was very interested in the pictures but didn't get them.

A week later they were stolen. A coincidence?

- I hope you find them soon. - About your son, it's complicated.

Don't worry about my son. He moved to Prague.

In Ostrava Kay was a big shot. Notorious.

Prague gave him anonymity.

He became a phantom nobody knew anything about.

As a goodbye present he left me a small gift.

To keep me in check, stop me from searching, put up and shut up.

2,999,900.

I bought some cigarettes.

Right, cigarettes.

Apart from bribing cops generously,

what else can you tell me about him?

Radim Kraviec? He's a ticking time bomb.

Capable of anything, vindictive,

above-average intelligence, doesn't leave a single trace.

A prototype of a modern fraudster.

In Moravia he traded in fuels. Didn't pay the VAT.

It was hard to catch him because he has people in his pocket

and his small businesses pay VAT.

Uses a credit card like anyone else. Not some old school gangster rolls.

Leave it, this one's on me...

Rumor has it he prints his own money.

Something did happen once.

The customs officers stopped a van full of millions no one claimed.

They had to let it go after someone from the National Bank intervened.

The story is so absurd that it's likely just a local legend.

To date he ripped off the state for two billion. Without any harm.

Any idea what he has to do with Javorský?

Two men are running the Prague underworld.

Vratislav Milota and his right-hand man Josef Sivák.

If we were to start somewhere it would be with them.

Jiří!

- Radim Kraviec, Jiří Javorský. - Jiří Javorský.

A controversial character from the nineties.

Somehow he obtained the license for Czech Miss.

That's where the big money was, there was nothing more prestigious.

Beautiful girls have always attracted thugs,

and those thugs wanted his money,

so Milota and Sivák plotted how to move the money out into the world.

They set up a fund which one day went belly up

and needed a capital infusion.

How much?

- Fifty million. - Fine.

It was evident why they brought Kay into the game.

They thought he was a hick from Ostrava they could rip off.

This is my girlfriend Sandra. Radim Kraviec.

Jiří...

Nice to meet you.

You can tell a man's character by what kind of car he drives.

Which one you think is mine?

All of them?

Aren't you worried you'll lose the money?

Investing fifty million takes guts.

You two belong together?

I don't belong to anyone.

Are you a couple, is it serious?

He has a wife and a child. That's how serious it is.

Why do I feel I've seen you before?

Playboy. February Playmate.

Oh yes.

I have a genius idea.

Our printing company needs promotional materials.

If Sandra becomes the face of our campaign,

I'll pay her let's say... ten mill? Well?

Radim Kraviec wasn't your typical gangster.

He managed with just a few lawyers.

Thank you.

- My pleasure. - The pleasure was mine.

- Mr. Javorský, may I? - Of course.

- How much did I make? - 260 million.

Not bad. For one afternoon.

What was left in Javorský's fund

disappeared into Kraviec's accounts in Switzerland.

Genius in its simplicity. And guaranteed that nobody would pry.

The mob will have it out for each other.

The accounts are empty. That bastard took out everything. Every penny!

If we look into it, you know what it means?

Yes. We'll be promoted and get stuck in some office.

In the best-case scenario.

How much stuck to your fingers?

- What? I'm not in on it. - Man, whom are you trying to grease?

Take that shit and let's go.

I don't trust him. He and Kay had a deal.

I could say the same about you.

Stop it damn it. Cut it out.

Relax, come here.

I had 15 mill there. How is it fuckin' possible?

Sir, when will you deliver on your promise to fight corruption?

This is just the beginning and as I said before

fighting corruption within the government is a long game.

But they don't call me the Marathon Man for nothing.

Excuse me...

Most of the money comes from public corruption.

Judges, cops...

You realize this is my death sentence.

How about Witness Protection?

Your life won't be the same but you'll have a life at least.

In your situation I wouldn't think twice about it.

I have it for you.

He was ready to testify against everyone who got him into it.

In exchange for a new life.

And the documents?

As planned.

Now he'll eat out of our hand.

If not, this will break his neck.

The funeral of an eminent mobster is a small feast for the cops.

Everyone was there.

Gangsters, bosses, plus several candidates to join the club.

Wolves dividing their prey.

It's so unfortunate. You can come to me any time.

Expressing sympathy while having chunks of meat on their plate.

A scam worth 300 million was just a drop in the bucket for Kay.

Literally. Milota and Sivák held a protective hand over him.

Because they had a plan for milking him.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

You should know that Javorský had some incriminating materials on you.

Really? Where are they now?

Let's not discuss it at the cemetery.

Every day hectoliters of fuel stream through the rusty pipes.

It all ends up in one place -

Čepro, the Strategic Petroleum Reserve.

Javorský was like a brother to me. And he played us.

- What about the documents? - Didn't find them.

But it's certain that he didn't hand them over to the police.

Certain?

My influence goes much further than you think.

Come in.

Čepro! You're out of your mind.

Taking over the fuel business, that's a big one.

And I'm a big player.

- You need the political leaders. - And you have them.

What's in it for me?

Mr. Milota, you like pulling strings. And you can't do that without money.

I'll give you money

to buy the politicians, and everything will be yours.

If we should have a deal.

I want to have you under control.

- Control? You must be joking. - I am not sure you understand me.

- Prague is my territory. - Your territory?

You have contacts. I have money.

We don't shoot people in the knees. Albanians might be good for Ostrava.

- It doesn't work like that here. - Let me make myself clear.

If someone's going to set the terms here, it'll be me.

I pay, you deliver.

Imagine the harshest black joke ever.

And I want those documents.

At the start you have no idea what it's about. In the middle you laugh,

and when the punch line comes, it makes your flesh crawl.

That's Kay. He changed the city and his family followed him.

So did I.

Have some coffee.

Let me tell you a joke.

A robber goes to rob a bank at night, everything is going smoothly.

He opens the first vault

and is stunned, shit, yogurt.

He thinks, okay, I'm hungry anyway, so he eats it.

He opens the second vault, and there's yogurt again.

Opens the third vault, yogurt.

So he packs up and goes home,

no money but says to himself, oh well, at least I got stuffed.

In the morning he turns on the radio:

"Last night a sperm bank was robbed."

What do I press? It keeps saying something.

- What do you want? - Make me a Deutsch.

- What's a Deutsch? - Large coffee with milk.

It's five million in total. Two go to Dufek from Čepro,

two will be split between the team of investigators,

which pisses me off the most,

and the rest is for your expenses, okay?

- Here. Is it good like this? - Yup.

Fuck, the milk is sour. Want another?

- Good morning. - Hello, come here.

If you want to rule in peace, you need to cover your back.

And covering your back means having everyone in your pocket.

And you can't be cheap there.

Customs Service one million, IRS two and half million.

Two and a half? I have two in my notes, Dardan.

- Unforeseen expenses, I told you. - Don't know anything about that.

Officially Kay was part of nothing, he had people to do that for him.

Finding a front takes no more than ten minutes.

And turning him into a fine manager takes two hours.

A couple thousand into a suit,

huge profits.

And in case things go south,

the CEO will get a bonus. Pure.

A million isn't what it used to be.

If you want to deliver it to someone, all you need is a stupid envelope.

If you want to impress someone, you gotta break the money.

At least into bills of a thousand.

Volume is the key.

We've had our eyes on them.

But it was impossible to prove they did anything.

And then one day some well-swept dirt resurfaced.

I think they haven't paid VAT for over a year.