Kiler

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A guy got out,|lit a smoke... and croaked.

Andrzej G., a.k.a. 'Guillotine',|has been shot,

the 4th victim this year.

Inspector Fish,

is this a gang war?

- In 5 min.|- I don't get it...

I spoke to my man...

Is this a gang war?

No war whatsoever.

That's a contract killing.

The elusive Killer again?|When will you get him?

The police works by the book.

How many more victims until|you get the legendary Killer?

Legendary? Nonsense.

There is no Killer.

It's the media invention.

If not Killer, who kills then?

This is Ewa Szanska...

A man does, ma'am.

Directed by

Your cigs, sir.

Filters?

I said no filter.

No such stuff in the city.

What city is this?

Las Vegas.

Looks like power outage.

If not to home, so where to?

I'm going to Zygmunt.

That architectural wonder|can be yours.

It'll be Europe's largest casino.

And we'll remain the owners.

Officially yes.

In fact, we'll have 98%.

Only 2% left to split?

We've invested a bundle.

Mr. Lipski, gimmi a break.

The building is yours when|the money's in the Swiss bank.

No Swiss accounts, please.

Cash only or no deal.

Cash? What's cooking?

How do we collect it?

In 3 days...

a dollar-packed container|will arrive at the Warsaw airport.

And we collect the delivery|just like that?

From Waldek.

Our friend Waldek...

Just show him... this.

- And the other half?|- Waldek will have it.

Any problems?

No. But why tear up|the money?

Rather than to America

I'm going to the land of these.

They're expanding, sumbitches!

Let me go!

It's a mistake!

A mistake!

That was my wife's middle name.

- What's that?|- I don't get it.

Who's this creep?|Get me the one I need.

Which one?

Number One.

For me you, Ewa,|are Number One.

I'm talking about|Guillotine.

Who's that?

That's enough or I'll|get lumbago.

Is that Guillotine?

That's your stupid pal,|Stan!

Only you, myself, and Stan|know it.

But all the viewers will think|he's Guillotine.

Hi, what's up?

- To cut it short...|- Before I forget:

They've collared Killer.

- They have?!|- The radio said.

What?

They got him.

- Just that?|- Isn't that enough?

Hi, Killer.

If you totter like a geisha|you'll kill yourself.

OK, spill it.

Your name and occupation?

Jurek Kiler, taxi driver.

Your name's Killer|and your handle's 'Killer' too.

You're Killer!

If you say it's a mistake,|I'll hit you!

It's a mistake.

Get him up!

What d'you think?

They're here to protect you|not me.

Boss, no third degree, please!

I've been on his tail for 3 years!

Quiet!

It's a tragic misunderstanding.

My name's Jurek Kiler.

A taxi driver,|side number 7775.

You were real good, Killer|but you're collared now.

Cause I've been better!|46 times better!

Now you're in for it!|For life, man.

But first confess to the Procurator.

Con-fess? To the Procurator?

You think we sent|a SWAT team

to get an innocent taxi driver?| Et morning?

And our boys have|nothing else to do?!

You botched up the job.

And forgot to tidy up.

This tsatske was found|where you did in Guillotine.

And in your taxi,|a Steyr sniper rifle.

From thise weapon whose killed|forty persons in all Europe

and in the former Soviet Union.

There's moratorium|on death penalty,

but we'll make an exception|in your case.

In any case, you're|in the poky till you croak.

Hey, smartass!

Making fun of the fifth|Commandment?

Not at all!

Truth is you killed scum!

But it's your hide as if|they'd been innocent men.

And now sing, please.

Start talking.

Tell us, Killer,|and you'll be better-off.

Not much better.

But.|You'd better...

You know what?

We'll get you a single cell.

Else we'll lock you up|with Hairy.

No idea who Hairy is?

None whatsoever.

I'll say nothing.

- Killer!|- Hairy.

Killer recognized me.

It's an honor!

Out with you, shitty dudes!|Make room for Mr. Killer!

He's Boss now!

What's wrong, Ugly?

- OK. with me.|- Move your ass, X!

Sit down, please.

We didn't expect you.|I'd have had it cleaned up.

These stinkers are messy.

Thanks. It's... cool.

How did you off|that Turk in Munich?

I read it in the rags.

That Turk?... Easy

- But how?|- From a distance.

With a sniper rifle.

- Steyr?|- Yeah.

With infra-red sights.

But that explosion?

Explosion? In Mannheim?

In Munich.

Oh, that. Syntex.

- What?|- Czech plastic.

How did you plant it?|The car was watched, right?

What?

Easy. I had a... toy car,

radio-controlled.

I stuffed it with plastic,|sent it under the Turk's car

and wham!

See, moron, you'd die trying|to figure that out.

That reading makes you dumb.

But that's kid stuff.

Any moron can plant a bomb.

But to face your mark|is a real challenge.

The fatter the better.

But for a fatso you need|dum-dum ammo.

Deadly effective.

See, X?|You've spilled the soup.

Where's your sausage?

I've eaten it.

Don't hurry next time.

No way, Miss...|Miss Ewa.

Dear Mieczyslaw, I must see him.

Anybody, Miss Ewa, but Killer.

Killer's Europe-class criminal.

We have no luminaries|of his standing.

We can't afford hiding Killer.

I like you, Miss Ewa,|prize your professionalism,

but you must understand.

I see.

So here's another project.

A documentary series:|Polish Penitentiary Pantheon.

Interesting.

Could you help me|with a list of 8...

That many of us?|Let's see.

Czesiek from Leczyca.|Retired now. How about that?

No, only wardens in active service.

Mirek from Bialoleka.|A baldie. How about that?

No, only creme de la creme:

dashing, IQ over 240,|speak foreign languages.

Piotrkw! Right!|Stan Alcatraz is in there.

That's it, Stan... No.|No go.

The great escape, right?

Exactly. 600 cons|on the lam now.

Must've done it|with chartered buses or what?

Stan's hair turned gray.

- Gray-haired are out.|- You see it your self.

At least one name.|And he'll make great copy.

How about|the Pillar of Polish Prisons?

Or the Bulwark?

Or just the Star.

Great! The Star of Polish|Penitentiary system,

Warden Mieczyslaw Klonisz.

You mean me?

Sure. Neither gray-haired|nor bald,

let alone retired.

No one ever sprung on me!

An ideal candidate.

But you must be very busy.

I'll find some time out|for the Polish prison system.

Thank you very much.|Guys!

Warden, sir...

Good evening

My name's Ewa Szanska.

I know you from TV.

I'm making a program on you.

On a taxi-driver?

Killer, fool Inspector Fish|and other Kojaks.

I'm not a plant, Killer.

The real Killer is at large.

I'm a taxi-driver,|side number 7775.

I killed nobody. That lummox|Fish made a mistake.

Lummox?

Right. I got you on tape.

You hung around there|when Guillotine got killed.

Is gawking forbidden?

Pure coincidence.|I had to buy smokes.

OK. Why did you kill?

The public wants to know?|For dough.

What did you feel?

Excitement, the smell of money.|That'll make them happy.

Remember your first time?

It was on a mountain hike.

I pushed my math teacher|off the cliff.

- I'm serious.|- So am I.

Your first contract killing.

My student board ordered it.

No kidding.|Your first contract killing.

Kiev, Ukraine in 1989.

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