Kobiety mafii

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Come in.

- She's in.

- Chief, this is for you.

Luzhniki Stadium? Moscow?

An invitation to the World Cup final.

Where did you get this?

Won in the FIFA lottery. More details in

the letter.

Are you trying to bribe me?

Do you think, if you give me this,

that I won't fire you?

Well, you're f***ing right.

World Cup. Aeroplane.

Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

It's fake, Chief.

What, there's no hotel?

It's all fake, Chief. I wrote and printed

this.

You did?

Yeah.

Why?

Everybody loves football.

We'll send these invitations to all the

wanted criminals.

They would all end up in one place. On

the same day. At the same time.

We will bust them all in one go.

World Cup.

Final. Moscow. Wouldn't you go, Sir?

You know what, Konarska?

I'm emotionally ambivalent about you.

What does that mean?

It means I don't like you.

Get the f*** out.

Konarska speaking.

In the community house in Wosniki,

sitting in the hall are...

20 wanted criminals.

Good morning.

Welcome, winners.

My name is Andzelika Konopnicka and I

will accompany you.

As your tour guide, of course,

on the trip to the World Cup finals in

Russia.

In Moscow's Luzhniki.

All right. Now, to get to know each other

better...

we'll play a little game.

Who is this?

Zabivaka.

Yes, bravo!

It's Zabivaka the Wolf, the Russian world

cup mascot.

All together now. Who is this?

Zabivaka.

I can't hear you. Who?

- Zabivaka.

- Who?!

- Zabivaka!

- Who?!

Zabivaka! Zabivaka! Zabivaka!

Bravo.

All right, so...

We know each other a little better now.

Now we need to fill in the forms.

The invitations are for personal use

only, so...

please show me your identity cards.

Hey, I know you.

You arrested me at the off-license.

No way. You're joking.

- Lads, this b*tch works for the police.

- What about the World Cup?

What now, b*tch?

Are you mental?

Everybody get down on the ground, hands

and IDs in the air.

Get down! Get down on the ground!

You won't be able to f*** us all up.

Maybe not, but I can f*** you up, right?

Catch that whore!

Stop, b*tch!

B*tch!

Catch that whore!

Come on, come on, f***!

Open it!

F***ing open it!

- Stop, stop or I'll shoot!

- Move back!

Hey! Hey!

- Send back up!

- What code?

F***ing all of them!

Police! Get down on the ground!

Stop! Police! Get down!

Stop!

Stop! Get down! Get down!

Police! Down!

Hands, hands, hands!

- Go, go, go!

- Get down! Don't move!

Get the f*** down!

Gun and badge.

You're screwed, Konarska.

Do you know why?

Because this is our borough. Our little

homeland.

We don't like people like you.

Like what?

A child of a whore can never grow up to

be a police officer.

Get the f*** out.

- Hello?

- Sergeant Izabela Konarska?

Yes, who's speaking?

I'm calling from the Internal Security

Agency.

Maybe from Gestapo?

I see you passed the fitness

test in one minute,

eighteen point zero-four seconds.

54 Points.

And?

I would like to meet up with you on

Rakowiecka Street in Warsaw.

Those World Cup invitations were a damn

good idea.

We're impressed.

You would have received

an award from us.

Do you wanna play with us?

Well, I could try.

You've got a background with the police.

Do you know what a PPP is?

An undercover police officer, right?

In the IS A, special operations are

carried out by squad S.

I need agents that are willing to delve

into the criminal underworld.

I'm looking for people who think outside

the box,

who aren't afraid to take risks and can

work under pressure.

This job is f***ing full-on.

Will you take part in the recruitment?

I don't know, I'll have to sleep on it.

Relax, you have a minute.

I can't fall asleep in one minute.

You see Iza,

An agent sometimes has to make a split

second decision. Life or death.

But don't worry,

you still have time. 30 seconds.

I choose 'life'.

Mom wants to tell you something.

Bartek.

I'm leaving.

For a long time.

I'll miss you so much,

and I know you'll miss me but you'll stay

with your dad who loves you very much.

Mom! Mom!

Here are our friends from the FBI.

They will tell you about their experiences.

They'll provide lessons to the undercover

police officers.

Good luck.

You're f***ed up.

Shut up.

Bartek, Bartek. Bartek is my son.

My mother was a whore.

I gave in.

Everybody does. Some sooner, some later.

You belong to the second group.

What's all this for?

This figurehead will be your target.

A gangster from Mokotow. Alias Padrino.

He's smuggling drugs into Scandinavia.

And we need to stop him.

- You want me to get close to him?

- To one of his people.

What's going on? Ls everything all right?

Get the f*** out.

Sorry boss, but Futro is throwing a

tantrum.

Get the f*** out of here!

I beg your pardon.

How could you do this to me?!

Did you forget you have a daughter?!

Did you consider my feelings?!

I feel like sh*t!

Did you not think I have feelings and

emotions?!

You want a superstar?

Then you have a superstar! But I won't be

supporting her!

What's all this about?

About this old skank!

Anything but old.

Who the f*** is this?

This is Miss Kasia, a famous singer.

She's your birthday present.

But I'm his present, not this old hag.

Calm your daughter down, or I'll do it

myself!

All right, get the f*** out, b*tch.

Excuse me?

Kick her out and give her some money or

some sh*t.

Calm down, sweetheart. You know I love

your talent. I would never hurt you.

Sing, girl, sing beautifully.

Why are you so f***ing happy?

We rarely go out together.

You go out all the time, b*tch.

But without you.

This is a special occasion for me, you

know?

Even more so than Valentine's day.

Look who's behind us.

F***, it's the damn weather woman.

Let's take a selfie.

- F***ing hell.

- Got it.

Holy sh*t. Please, please.

Oh, Justynka.

You look so nice. Where's your Romeo?

I don't know.

Come, look who's over there.

Hello.

Could I take a photo with you?

Where is Milimetr?

F*** knows.

Until I finish.

There's sperm on your trousers.

Did you blow your nose up her ass?

You're the only one I love.

Just one pic.

He's on f***ing television every day,

just take a photo of the screen.

Once a week.

Beautiful ladies, dear gentlemen, please

greet the hero of this evening.

Did I say hero of this evening? It's as

if I didn't say anything.

Meet the man who dedicated his whole

life...

to help others.

Today is his 55th birthday.

Mr Pawet Chyb!

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to

you...

It's not my turn yet.

And now...

Here's my daughter.

Listen to her sing.

She's f***ing amazing.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday dear...

daddy.

Happy birthday to you!

I love you daddy.

My daughter, my greatest creation.

OK, everybody!

Give it to me, give it to me,

give it to me!

Give it to me, give it to me,

give it to me!

Give it to me, give it to me...

Give it to me, oh!

What's wrong?

Delete this.

If I find this on the internet, you're

dead.

Because love is in the air now.

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