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Thanks, never better| In my profesion I cant say bad to

From time when I am out|I have seven contracts.

What seven contracts?

What you talking about?

Siara must be killed first!

Now listen!|A container flies in Friday...

with incredible loads|of money.

As Siara and Lipski|will have been iced,

you collect the container.

You think I'll get it|just like that?

Yes, since you'll have|a half of a bill.

So what?

And a man there|will have the other half.

Okay, I'll have that half...|How do I know him?

Flash your half|and he's sure to spot you.

Sounds amateurish a bit.

But you're a pro.|That's why I chose you.

OK. Who's got the bill?

Actually... I don't know.

You can't be serious.

I may not be,|but the money is.

- Ewa, this one?|- No.

- This would do.|- You like it?

And the color?|Where's the dealer?

Killer, throw it back!

There it goes!

Hello, I'm from TV.|I'd like to...

Killer?!

Hairy!

Holy smoke!

X!

- You both sprung?|- Amnesty.

- I said I would.|- What a getup?

From Siara.

Good to see you.|We got the dough for Big-Ear.

What dough?|What Big-Ear?

What're you talking about?

Can I take that, these, that there navy blue|for an hour?

Be my guest.

A deal is a deal.|The dough is yours.

Come on! It was an accident.

We got money for a car,|but I'll fix this junk.

Why don't you buy one?|And forget Big-Ear.

No, it's a matter of honor.

OK, Hairy lends|me that, these, that there navy blue.

And you give me 2000.

Colombian pesos. Tomorrow.

- Going strong?|- Risk-free.

Deal.

More smoke!

You know what to say?

- What frame have you got?|- Beautiful, American.

But he has sweat pants on!

I'll zoom in on him|for a closeup.

May I say something?

Sounds like high brass here

rather than a cop|on the beat.

Make up something simple.

Better figure out|how to get 2000 pesos.

Let's wait for the magic hour.

No. Stan, down!|Jaroslaw, camera!

And you killer dont play like direcktor but get down, too.|We need two bodies.

Lipski had a driver, remember?

Where's Killer?

Siara got him digs|in town.

What digs?

A classy apartment.

Where in town, moron?

Siara didn't say.

You were to find out.

I didn't ask you to listen|to Siara,

but to find out yourself.

Yes, but it's hard.

Come here, please!

You didn't follow what I said.

I try my best.

It's your ass on the line.|Get it?

I do.

I can switch|to second and third now.

Don't do it to me, please.

Where's Killer?

- I remember now!|- Where?

This may do, right?

Maybe...

X is already late.

Let's start|that candid interview.

No camera.

Try a dry run.

I don't know what to ask you.

Hi, X!

You got it?

And I looking like someone who dont have?|Sure I have.

Colombian?

You bet. Colombian not Cuban.

So gimmi.

I sure will.

It's hard to get those pesos|in this country.

But you got them?

- Yes or no?|- How no, if yes.

Let's have them!

I tried the flea market.|Nothing doing.

They said, ''Go north.|You may get Chilean. ''

''They net twice a much''.

I thought better of it|and went to the embassy.

And got them without hassle.

What's that?

Is not 2000 pesos but| 2x bullshit need 1000 pesos! Have I right?

Yes... And what's the difference?

I'll fix the drinks first.

You know what?

I'll turn on the TV.|They may say something.

Come! They're reporting!

Lemon...

an olive, tomato, and vodka.

Come or you'll miss it!

- Lipski's kaput.|- Kicked the bucket?

Last night Ferdinand Lipski,|one of the richest Poles, died...

A job of a real pro.

- You deserve an Oscar.|- The police suspect

the brake malfunction|caused the crash.

You fooled them cop morons.|This should be recorded.

Dont worry| I recoeded these.

This is Ewa Szanska...

You're a genius.

With me you need|no other hitman.

- To you.|- Thanks.

Gimme the bill|and we're all square.

See this wallet?

It's a wallet all right.

These FL ring no bells?

FL stands for Liechtenstein.

I got an account there...|for a rainy day.

It's Lipski's wallet.

FL - Ferdinand Lipski!|Give me that half.

(0.5l Vodka mean HALF)

I mean a half of that bill.

Why, I couldn't come|empty-handed.

Wait, Stefan...|Something is out of whack.

I put it on the desk|in case I forget. And I did.

- But you got it?|- Yes, on the desk.

Don't forget it tomorrow.

You can bank on it.

These what is hapening |is dont exist in all

So the better is don't have nothing| only feet your mind

Will be what must be|I know i can't run away

will wait and look on it| i will turn aroud Visla by stick

Is onlly Killer! | About myself only that

I know what and how much is cost| I dont must care about ticket

I dont care about any| Is sometimes that times, I don't mistake

But I dont know how much...

I not move even my finger |to get to thise fight

Now I lose rest of my face| in jail...

These what is happening with me|is really dont exist

So is not importat to resist| only go with wind...

Step on it, Killer!

Get the f*** out!

What? Get the f*** out yourself.|You'll mess the upholstery!

Inspector Fish.

Freeze or I'll shoot!

- What's going on skinny?!|- Fish get a trap of you.

But how?!

They've set up a trap.

- That I know! But how he know where I live?|- No idea!

- These sandwiches for who?|- Want one?

PUT INTRO YOUR ASS! You spy!

Spy? But i told you| about it!

Get out, Spook!

Spook? I can say Fish about| tomorow fight on airport

What fight?

- You know it well!|- Out!

- Inspector?|- Where have you been?

Got the sandwiches?| With what?

What fight on airport?|Siara will clash with Lipski?

Are you sure?

- How are you?|- I'll be fine.

Don't ever get in the line|of fire.

I'm sorry

You messed up our chase.

Never again, sir.

Fish tracked down my hideaway.

They're after me.

- Can you put me up?|- Where will you sleep?

On the sofa.

So we record our interview|tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow's the day.

Tomorrow's Friday?

Yes tomorow| and you think when?

Tell me.

We get up early.|So let's go to bed.

That's right.

Where will I sleep?

- You said, 'On the sofa'.|- Did I?

Tomorrow's a hard day.

You've got it all worked out.

Yes, but there's always a risk.

And if I sleep not so well |on the sofa...

So you'd rather take my bed?

I no that mean|and even no!

So?

What if I don't come back?

It'd be a shame...|you know...

to fail to round off|our acquaintance.

After such an end game

you wouldn't interest me|as Killer.

Maybe as Jurek?

I want you to come back|in one piece.

I will but don't tell me|to sleep on the sofa.

SEDATIVE:

One more, just in case.

Five will do no harm, either.

The left is his.

The left... the left.

Coffee?

No, thanks. High blood pressure.|Better spare my pump.

Left... oh sh*t!

I can't drink two.

- Got that half?|- In the car. Just a sec!

- Beat it!|- Almost over!

Thanks a lot!

Where with this spray moroon?!

I've got it!

Why this TV?

It's a fake.

You wanted a hearse?

Well, Killer,|you are the best!

What is? | Respect for the dead!

I got carried away.

He take aleady, his part.

My cash now.

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