Killer (Kiler)

KILER

And then he left! He lit a cigarette...

The next thing, he's dead in his boots.

Well, go ask him, then.

Andrzej G., better known as "Guillotine",

was killed with a sniper rifle.

There were 4 similar murder cases just this year.

I'm currently talking to DCI Fish from the Police Department.

Is there any correlation between these murders? Is that a gang war?

- Sir... - In 5 minutes.

- Will 5 minutes change anything? - I was talking to my colleague.

What was your question?

Is a gang war the reason for these murders?

There is no gang war.

This looks to me like a hitman's job.

Are you suggesting that this crime

is the work of the uncatchable Kiler? When are you going to stop him?

The police have a very specific workflow.

How many people have to die before you catch the legendary Kiler?

"The legendary Kiler"? Are you joking?

There is no Kiler!

It's you, the journalists, who made him up.

If Kiler doesn't exist, who's the one shooting?

Ewa Szańska from "Our TV" signing off.

A human is shooting, ma'am!

I got you the cigarettes, sir.

Filtered?

I asked for unfiltered.

No one sells unfiltered cigarettes in this city anymore.

What city is this?

Las Vegas.

I guess the power went out.

Where are we going, if not home?

I'm going to Zygmunt.

And so this architectural work of art can be yours.

This is what it will look like. The biggest casino in Europe.

We'll still be the owners.

Officially, yes. Unofficially we'll hold 98% of the shares.

Do you mean we have to split the 2% between us?

We've invested a lot in this project.

Please, Mr. Lipski, spare me all this.

Okay.

The building is yours...

once the money appears on our Swiss bank accounts.

No, no. Not Swiss accounts.

There's one condition if I'm to pay a price this high: that it will be cash.

Cash? What are they playing at?!

Cash, baby!

How are we supposed to receive it?

In 3 days, a container filled with dollars will come to Warsaw.

All you need to do is go to Okęcie Airport Cargo and it's yours.

They'll just give us a container full of dirty money? Just like that?

Carlos, who is at the airport on Friday?

Elviernes? Waldemar.

Ah, Waldek!

Lovely Waldek.

He will give you the access to the container if you show him...

This.

- What about the other half? - Waldek will have it.

What's the problem, gentlemen?

No, just... Why would you tear up money?

I'm not going back to America.

I'm going to travel forward, where there's more of these.

Look at these damn show-offs.

Oh, man, my hand! Jesus!

Let me go!

You're making a mistake!

Mistake...

...was my ex-wife's middle name.

Get in the back.

- What is this? - What do you mean?

You're filming losers instead of the main guy!

I still don't understand.

- What main guy? - The epicentre of this whole thing!

You're the epicentre of my whole thing, darling.

Andrzej G. isn't there. "Guillotine" isn't there!

Who's this?

Enough of that, I'm freezing my ass off!

Is this supposed to be Guillotine? This is your moron buddy, Stanisław!

Only you know that, Ewa.

And me, and my moron buddy, Stanisław...

And tonight, the whole country will be convinced

that that is Andrzej G., Guillotine himself!

Hi there! What's up?

Listen. Ewa and I have decided...

Wait, I need to tell you something. They caught Kiler.

- What? They caught him? - Heard it on the radio.

- What did they say? - That they caught him.

- And that's it? - Not enough for you?

Hey, Kiler.

If you keep walking like a geisha you'll finally slip and fall.

Well, spill it.

First and last name, your profession.

My name is Jerzy Kiler and I'm a taxi driver.

Your name is Kiler.

And your nickname is "Kiler".

And you are a killer!

If you tell me that it's a mistake I'm going to punch you.

It's a mistake.

Get him up for me.

What are you thinking?! Why do you think they're here?!

That they're here to protect us from you? Wrong!

- They're protecting you from me! - Sir, you really shouldn't...

...beat the suspect up at a first interrogation.

I've been chasing him for 3 years, and he says it's a mistake?!

- Jurek, my dear! - Calm now!

This really is a terrible mistake, sir!

I can't change the fact that my name is Jerzy Kiler.

My taxi ID is 7775!

You were good, very good! But we got you at last.

I bested you.

I'm around 46 times better than you,

and that is why you'll spend the rest of your life

looking at the world through the steel bars.

But first you have to confess everything to the pro-se-cu-tor!

To the Pro-se-cu-tor? Confess?

What did you think, Kiler?

That we'd send our elite anti-terrorist taskforce

just to arrest an innocent taxi driver?!

At the break of dawn?

You think our boys have nothing better to do?

You've made a critical mistake, Kiler.

You forgot to clean up after yourself.

We found this pretty little thing close to the crime scene,

where you killed Guillotine.

And hidden in your taxi a Steyr sniper rifle.

40 people were killed with this weapon,

in Europe and on the territory once belonging to the Soviet Union.

You'll get the chair! The sentence may be suspended...

But for you we'll make a what?! An exception!

And even if we can't,

you'll never see the light of day again!

What did you think, smartass?

That the 5th commandment was a private limited company?!

No way, come on!

You may have killed human scum, true.

But you'll answer for each of them as if they were innocent.

Come on, please!

Start talking!

Start talking!

You better talk, Kiler! Talk!

It will make things easier for you.

- Not by much. - But...

But easier.

You know what?

We'll make a deal with you. We'll put you in a single cell.

If you decline... We'll put you in a cell with Shaggy.

Oh, damn!

And you really don't want to get to know Shaggy.

Nothing.

I won't tell you nothing.

- Kiler! - Shaggy.

Gosh-dang it, gentlemen! Kiler recognises me!

I'm honoured.

Make some space, toddlers! Move it, you starry-eyed turds!

Move!

Mr. Kiler wants to sit down!

He's in charge now, and I'll be his assistant.

What's wrong, Ugly? Something wrong?

- Nothin'. - Nothing?

Ex, move your ass. Sit right down!

We weren't expecting you.

I'd have them clean up a little if we were.

They're a messy, stinky pair, these two.

Thanks.

It's kind of... neat.

Oh, man, Kiler.

Tell us how you killed that Turkish dude?

In Munich. I read about it in a newspaper.

- How did you get him? - The Turk?

- I just did it. - I know, but how?

From afar. With a sniper rifle.

Steyr?

Of course. With an infra-red sight.

Wasn't there an explosion, though?

An explosion? In Mannheim?

In darn Munich.

In Munich I used Semtex.

- What? - A Czech plastic explosive.

Yeah, sure. They were watching the car the whole time.

What?

Well, I had that thingy, with the...

The thing with...

A toy car.

Radio controlled.

I stuffed it full of the plastic.

I drove it under the Turk's car – and boom!

See, you jerk?

You'd never think of that, not in a million years!

Reading's made you so goddamn stupid...

I'll tell you this: plastic is a children's toy.

Any moron could plant a bomb.

I like jobs that put me in direct contact with my opponent.

I gotta say... The fatter, the better!

But for a fat-ass you need a dum-dum ammunition.

It's the most fucking effective.

Get lost!

See what you did, Ex? You spilled your soup.

Where's your sausage?

I ate it.