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and emails.

You'll have the keys so you can

search them, install GPS tracking.

Install a wiretap, whatever.

Sugar?

No.

- Does your boss know you're here?

- Yeah.

I have to write up a report that I talked

to you. You know that, don't you?

Go ahead, I've got nothing

to hide. Can't I be here?

Yeah, but it's not

like in your unit; we

have to make sure

there are no leaks.

Listen, your proposition...

is very interesting,

but it doesn't interest us.

But I've got one for you.

I mean I'll reveal

a certain secret.

Come here.

Two guys help run the gang.

Alias "Fear."

Has a legal driving license

as Marcin Opalka.

And alias "Soup."

Has a legal driving license

as Oskar Nieklanski.

Write those down.

But only we know about it.

And you.

So, if it gets out,

I'll know who sold us out.

I've told you this, kid,

because I feel I can

really trust you.

Here's my proposal

If you catch these bandits,

I have a magic telephone here.

Opalka Marcin, father's name

Zdzislawa, write it in.

Alias " Fear?"

Type in Nieklonski Oskar.

Alias "Soup?"

- Who has access to this?

- Even the beat cops.

What a prick.

So, all of Poland knows a secret

shared only by me and Green Tea?

And?

Balls.

He treated me like a punk kid.

Ok, we'll catch these gangsters

and stick it up Mr. Green Tea's ass.

Headquarters has the gangster's files.

We won't show them in the system.

We know everything, they know zip.

So, when does the gangster's

data get into the system ?

When we and the SWATS are

breaking down the door.

Thank you.

Have some more cereal.

I don't want any, Mom.

Hi. Are you here every day?

What the f*** are you looking at?

No protection, so get the f*** out.

Show up tomorrow, and I'll kill you.

Hey, gramps.

How much do you make a day?

40 zlotys.

Here, now f*** off.

Come help me kill the b*tch

- What b*tch?

- I got shoes that are too small.

I've told the b*tch so

many times to give me my

size, but she f***ing

gave me shoes too small.

Are you nuts, you f***ing slut?

How many f***ing times

have I told you? How

often do I have to f***ing

explain, you slut?

- What's your problem?

- Balls, that's my problem.

You gave me a good one and one that's

too f***ing small. Are you f***ing nuts?

You f***ing slut. F***!

F***.

Life.

That's everyone on the street.

Everyone doing business

in Mokotow has to pay.

- Give it to him.

- Why?

He's got a mother to support.

My family's rich.

- Why the f*** are you doing this?

- Fame.

- I might just have some fish.

- Fear, here's some Cytomel T3.

Where's the pro-tren?

Hang on.

What is it?

There's a bunch of

guys in the stairwell

dragging in kids and

stealing their allowance.

Did you let them steal yours?

Are you a f***ing fag? Like being f***ed?

Are you a f*ggot?

No.

Where?

Doors?

Stay here.

Next time I'll f*** you over.

Tell mom I'll be home late, ok?

Police.

What are you doing here?

At a girlfriend's party.

- And you?

- Me too.

So you aren't prostitutes

and this isn't a brothel?

No.

- That's very good.

- Why?

You see, I really can't

stand whores.

Were we supposed to f***

the whores or the clients ?

Everyone.

Do you like your work?

Then grab something and

smash the bar.

Your boss won't do anything.

Clients treat you well?

Would you like to kill

one of them?

I'll bet it'll take you

only five minutes.

What for?

What happens will be

our little secret.

They'll get blamed for it all.

Just imagine that for the

next five minutes you

can do whatever you

want to this schmuck.

I'd really like to f*** you.

I'm sorry, but it turned me on.

Give me the belt;

we have to destroy it.

Will you tell me your name?

Hen.

Satisfied that we visited, whores?

- Satisfied that we visited?

- Yes.

- I can't hear you.

- Yes.

What do you say?

Please come again.

This is Tomek. He can help.

I've heard you've got

problems with thugs.

You need protection.

They can't keep doing this.

Security with me costs 50,000, but

I guarantee no one will come here.

Good morning, police. Does anyone

come here for protection money?

- How many stands do you have?

- Eleven.

- Anyone shaking you down?

- I don't know a thing. All sorts

of sh*t happens here.

Go f***ing look somewhere else.

Those that pay are too scared.

We have to find people that

the gang hasn't gotten to yet.

I need a thousand business cards

with my name and phone number.

If anyone tries to shake you down,

don't call the police, call me.

Hello. Boss in?

She'll be here tomorrow.

I'm out of business cards. Tell her

to call me if they come for money.

- Hello.

- Hello, we're here to see Darek.

We've got lots of Dareks.

A real hunk with sh*t in his head.

Please wait, ladies.

Miami, two bimbos to see you.

Excuse us...

I'm hitting on him. If he turns me down,

he's got a girl or he's queer.

You took care of the stereo, so I thought

you'd do something else. What else?

Lend me a pen.

Nice ink.

Tattoos mean a lot.

I've got a mosquito.

Where?

On my butt.

- Why a mosquito?

- I like getting bitten.

Got any paper clips?

Office supplies are at

f***ing headquarters.

Where're you from?

I'm having a cookout.

And I've got the kids

in Anka's car.

Maybe you could drive yours

and give us a ride home.

Sot!-

Yeah?

Hi. You were at my beauty parlor.

You left this number. What's up?

If any boys from Mokotow show

up with an offer you can't

refuse, I'd like to get

together and talk about it.

Aha...

I'm out of town right now, but we can meet

when I get back. Where are you from?

From Mokotow.

- Who in Mokotow sent you?

- What do you mean, sent me?

Who in Mokotow? Where in Mokotow?

What the f*** do you mean where?

From the Mokotow police station.

Ok, later.

You just missed them.

The faggots were here.

I told my husband not to pay.

But he said the cops won't help.

He got in touch with the beat cop,

who told him he can't work miracles.

The bastards found out that

Maho runs money from other

businesses through here, and

they jacked up his payment.

Maho's a Turk so he called round.

A friend's going to collect it all

so it's cheaper.

If I talk to the cops, he and

his friends will be f***ed. Can we do this?

I'll pretend to go along

and pay them, then give

you their numbers and

help put them in jail.

One thing. If I help, you guarantee

you'll put them behind bars.

- I'll do all I can.

- Not enough. I have a kid.

I don't want to help you

if later on they find

out, and you end up digging

up my husband and me.

I don't want you to find

the person who killed me.

That'll be obvious when

they find out I helped you.

I want you to put them away

so we can live in peace.

All right, I promise.

- Hello.

- It's about that store on Bartycka.

I've noticed a grey Opel there.

A gal and some guy are

hanging around, so watch out for them.

All right, thanks Stasiu.

I want to open a paint store, and I know

I'll have to pay you, so I'm calling first.

How about letting me pay less

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