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like you did at the tender.

You said we'd do it ourselves.

Now someone's upset?

That was really a bit too much, Milan.

You know the money gets sent on.

It'll get where it should go:

for building the complex.

We don't have to argue.

The party needs Verbir.

A campaign without his support

would be half-assed.

- Anything else earth-shattering?

- Yes, a suggestion:

Leave and never come back, Milan.

Take it as the last bit of advice

from an old friend.

I can make you no other guarantees.

I love you, Milan.

Hello.

I have an appointment with Mr. Holy.

Who should I announce?

- No one.

- Excuse me?

Just say Mr. No One is here.

Mirka, someone to see Mr. Holy...

- Mr. No One.

... Mr. No One.

Yes.

- Why not take the elevator, honey?

- It doesn't go up to Mr. Holys office.

The young lady

will take you to Mr. Holy.

Everything okay?

"Managing Director"

- Sir, it's Mr...

- It's okay.

Nice! It wasn't here before.

Don't be surprised;

it's an indicator of my great taste.

Taste is a waste.

- I know by people's faces

what I'm up against. - What a life!

But I don't have the time

or the mood for your jokes.

So what's the news?

I need a couple articles about

the tender for the medical complex.

People need to understand

who is good and who is evil.

- And who's this? The evil one?

- You know Slma.

I want you to turn things against him.

What should I dump on him?

Bullshit.

Dump a sewer on him.

Nice. The same old song.

Anything else?

We'll flood your papers with paying ads.

Anyway, Verbir has to sell

all the crap he's built around here.

- You'll do no harm.

Karel is a good guy. - Fine.

No one gets hurt. You know I pay

my returns immediately.

That's why I'm here.

Remember, KGB agent Slma

has got to sh*t himself

and crawl back in his hole.

- Is he in?

- Yes, but...

Hey there!

Milan! You made a f***ing idiot of me!

Know who gave me that?

Lulu. That murdered Russian had it.

You put me at risk!

Sh*t, how could they have known?

It was supposed to be

a routine transfer, guaranteed.

Guaranteed? Don't tell me

you didn't know something was up!

Those motherfuckers!

Petr, believe me.

I'd never send you if I'd...

It's all f***ed up!

Luckily,

Verbir still wants to make a deal.

You've got to listen, understand?

Yeah? With this in my hand?

I can just imagine the deal.

Milan, it's not just about me.

You pissed off a lot of people.

What? And no one pissed me off?

The cops called me.

They just happened to know

that journalist had interviewed me.

That's great. He was at my office...

Petr, I'm sorry.

Please forgive me.

...with 3,000 beds

and 61 operating rooms,

it is the most comprehensive center

of its kind in Europe.

Beyond offering exceptional care,

the facilities,

including state-of-the-art centers

for applied research,

will be outfitted

with the latest equipment.

That model must've cost a bundle.

Even the mayor liked it;

the coalition was enthusiastic.

Considering the outcome,

I guess it was a waste of money.

I thought Mr. Hlo

told you what we wanted.

Or am I mistaken?

In that case, look at this.

- "Ex-KGB Got Rich via State Contracts!"

"Slma:
Godfather of Czech Corruption"

"Former Prostitute

Opens Luxury Brothel"

Need I continue?

The media is ready to reveal

who Mr. Clean-Slma really is.

Petr's been acting strangely.

He says nothing, but I can feel it.

He rarely plays with Janika.

He always acts a little weird.

He never says much.

The less I know, the happier I am.

- Are you worried it's a woman?

- No, I'd know. - Well then!

It's different.

Strange cars drive by the house.

You know I've never been

afraid before, but I am now.

...we know how, we can stop.

- Don't bother...

Take a look.

It messes guys up to lose control,

but they won't admit they're afraid.

You can understand that, right?

It had to go through some

political crap... F***ing translate!

If it's about legalizing

amounts above 500 million Euros...

...we'll send it through

accounts in the Virgin Islands.

Need I continue, councilor?

- What the f*** are you doing?

- I'm texting. - Translate!

- I hope you know how to handle this.

- What is it?

It's for scaring away the buzzards.

Son of a b*tch! Let's have a smoke.

- I'll deny everything!

- How...

...if I might ask.

Gentlemen, I propose we adjourn

and continue tomorrow.

You're damn right tomorrow!

Slma is going down,

and you'll see to it personally!

And we'll be on your ass 24/7.

Got it?

Got it?

- Fine.

- Motherfuckers!

You saw it yourself.

Tomorrow's the day.

We'll see...

We'll be dropping political correctness.

We'll put it online.

And we'll call it GAME OVER,

just like in a video game.

Son of a b*tch!

It's Petr...

Hi...

Fine, bye...

He's not coming tonight again.

And no thanks.

Great.

I'll make up for Petr.

I'll bring a couple rare bottles.

And we'll get wasted.

If I don't light up soon,

I'll burn the place down.

Who'd think one picture

could cause such trouble?

I know of trifles that made

more trouble. Where the hell is he?

Sorry we're late.

As we agreed,

I'd like to introduce Dr. Holy,

managing director of WLPP.

Greetings, gentlemen.

I'm very happy to welcome you, Mr. Holy.

I think that our close cooperation

will greatly benefit all concerned.

I appreciate your approach.

Our approach

is merely the logical outcome,

given our highly discreet cooperation

and your past results.

We should drink a toast.

This is a wonderful place

with a beautiful view

of our beloved Prague.

- Is she asleep?

- Yeah, she is.

- Hey, whose shoes are these?

- Petr got them...

They're from Bandi. Nice, huh?

- Leather?

- Of course. - They're beautiful.

How's it going?

- Are you better?

- Vilma, I'm f***ed.

F***ed?

That's some highfalutin vocab.

It suits you

like Versace suits a bum.

I understand just how you feel

and I admire you.

I'm the apathetic one.

I've always lived on the edge.

But it was no different

turning tricks under the Reds,

although everyone these days tries

to make everything seem so beautiful.

My god, we live high on the hog,

but never-ending bullshit

is the price we pay.

Bring us two bottles of white:

Corton-Charlemagne

and one red:
Chateau du Beaucastel.

Janika?

Thank you.

Okay...

- But her hair is like pissed-on straw.

- I'd like to piss on Slma.

Yeah, Slma...

We've got him over a barrel.

Everything will be okay.

Nevertheless, it was excessive

and can't happen again.

It threatens all of us.

We have the latest technology

but we have to use it more effectively.

By that I mean we should properly

process the information we gather.

And I suppose that's why...

...we invited Mr. Holy here.

I assure you, gentlemen, we know

how to use information very effectively.

Thanks again for the gun

but I doubt I'd use it.

- That's why I gave it to you.

- What?

Nothing, it was a joke.

I'm absolutely convinced

that Milan would never allow

anyone to dump dirt on you,

I promise you.

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