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How about a romantic dinner?

I'm free till 8:
30.

- Great, what do you want?

- You.

- "Lobby of Czech Parliament"

- Jen, we think you spooked the horse.

- What do you mean?

- Slma is your horse, isn't he?

- I don't know what you're talking

about. - I'm surprised to hear that.

- "Lobbyist, businessman, advisor"

- Should I feel sorry for you or for us?

Moscow sent Slma

highly compromising material.

I'd like to know how he got it.

You think he's so eager

because of the complex?

Another one like Slma

and I'll quit being a lobbyist.

- "Bishop's Monitoring Room"

- All of us standing here!

We'll see tomorrow.

He must not win the tender.

Lulu assures me

that everything will be okay.

Katerina here, good evening...

Yes, the girls will be on time.

Sara will be there too...

Of course, don't worry.

Yes, goodbye.

Sorry, that was Verbir.

He's throwing a party.

It's Janika's birthday tomorrow;

Vilma and Milan are planning a surprise.

- I hope you're coming.

- Sure.

What did you want to tell me?

It's nothing...

Catch!

Good evening!

Cheers!

Rascal!

The money will go through an account

in the Virgin Islands. Untraceable.

Absolutely safe for everyone.

Yes!

The new hospital must have whirlpools.

What would used whirlpools cost?

Euro200.

That's it! We'll put in old ones,

and they won't notice sh*t.

- And Jochen can repackage them.

- No problem.

- What's your name?

- Edita.

Impossible! He's more interested

in that woman than in money.

- Should I translate that?

- No.

Erika, come here.

So it's like we agreed:

you get some extra cash,

and we keep quiet.

What your boss doesn't know

won't hurt her. Which one, Jochen?

Ma, second door on the right.

Sorry to bother you, sir,

but could you help us?

Very kind of you, thanks.

Look at this!

- What's your name?

- Kristna.

That's a pretty name.

My daughter's name is Kristna.

- If I show you her

will you show me it? - Yes.

You whore!

"Prague, day two

Wednesday, July 20, 2011"

"Sealed bid tender for construction

of Prague Medical Complex"

Give me a minute...

Son of a b*tch!

That bastard underbid us.

For God's sake, cancel the tender!

Relax, maybe he'll think of something.

No.

"Lobbyist, businessman, advisor,

Moscow politics graduate"

"No!"

Ladies and gentlemen,

let's welcome the mayor...

And we're f***ed.

Relax, that won't solve anything.

We'd have it solved already

if we'd hired more capable people.

Who's the lowest? Who's going

to save us the most money?

Slma! What a matador!

Well, announce it right away.

The winner of the tender for

the medical complex is Slma Group.

- What'll we tell the party?

- That there's nothing for the campaign.

Wait, it's easy:

we'll scam Slma's subcontractors.

He'll have to jack up the price.

Otherwise, he can go f*** himself.

This nonsense scares me.

If some provincial rag

were after Slma, then maybe,

but Mlada Fronta newspaper

is our worst nightmare.

We need a plan.

Either Slma plays ball

or we'll drag this out.

We'll stew him in his own juices.

That'll do it...

...and if it doesn't then...

Oh, my God!

- Where is she?

- Upstairs.

- Was Erika there yesterday?

- Yeah, why?

Good.

- After you.

- Thanks.

Cheers!

What wonderful nonsense, eh?

It's weird about the courier...

I've been thinking about it too.

- He should at least call, right?

- Forget about it.

I'm in another league.

I'll pull out my aces at the right time.

Man, in the '90s every deal stank.

But we still went for it,

sometimes risky, sometimes not.

Way outside of a legal system

that no one gave a damn about.

We didn't even have lawyers.

And onetime secret agents

arranged quick loans for a 100 grand.

Times are different now:

nobody can f***ing get enough.

Everyone started buying up

everything in sight.

Gathering information...

What's that about, man?

They all want to be invulnerable.

Some get f***ed,

others take their place.

And new idiots come to power

every four years, and we pounce...

Man, I'm already so old.

I want peace and quiet.

I wanna wake up next to my wife

and eat breakfast together

without worrying about cops showing up

because some pricks are after me.

I hear you, man.

Did I tell you this already?

About a month ago, me and Katerina

got away for a secret weekend.

We left out phones at home,

jumped in the car,

and in a couple of hours

we were almost to Slovakia.

We were driving through the forest:

it was dark, no one anywhere...

- I thought we'd just sleep in the car.

- You guys are adventurous.

Of course,

Katerina wanted to find a motel.

But at night

in the middle of the forest?

And the GPS claimed to be

"Off the map. "

Then suddenly there's some old guy

in the headlights schlepping wood.

He literally

had a basket of wood on his back.

So I asked him

if there's a motel around.

Of course he says no. He stares

at us for a long time and then says:

You're welcome

to share my humble abode.

- Right out of a fairy tale, man.

- Wait, I'm not done.

He put us next to him in his shed

and we slept like babies.

I woke up in the morning...

The house was about 100 years old,

like a museum.

I go outside, everything in bloom,

it smelled so good...

I go back in

and Katerina is still sleeping.

I look at her lying in bed

and suddenly I realize

that for the first time in years

I'd slept without a gun under my pillow.

You love your wife, eh?

- Need anything?

- We're good.

- What is it? Anything wrong?

- Not a thing.

You're an ass.

Prague police are investigating

the murder of journalist Karel Raboch

who was found late last night

shot in the chest.

In recent years,

Raboch focused on corruption

and the infiltration

of organized crime into politics...

Sh*t, that's

the guy who interviewed me yesterday.

That's the one

I was waiting for at the airport.

Hello?

If it's necessary...

Fine.

Sorry, but I have to run.

'Night, daddy.

Is that it? What you

were waiting for at the airport?

Take a good look.

That kid would still be alive

if Slma hadn't betrayed his friends.

F*** that!

Relax.

F*** it.

Man, what if they'd whacked you?

What would Katerina say?

Aha!

So your pal

didn't show you everything?

Like that he wants

to take down trusted old friends

who support us all with their orders,

including you.

We'll give him a chance

to clear himself with his old friends

and even with you.

He's got to know

what's right and proper.

He's got to turn over

all the subcontractors to Karel

and come back with a higher price.

We want to talk to him.

Tomorrow.

He'll be here tomorrow.

Well!

Radio Impulse news:

- Murdered journalist Karel Raboch...

- F***ing hell!

Tomorrow's guest,

a renowned Prague criminologist,

will discuss the murder as payback

between Russian-speaking groups.

Tune in to Radio Impulse at 6 PM.

"Prague, day three

Thursday, July 21, 2011"

- Hi, been waiting long?

- I was taking in the view.

You scrimped a bit...

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