Pitbull New Orders Page #4

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After which he splits or hides

goods that shouldn't be there.

We don't know who we'll find.

Wear balaclavas, shots may be fired.

If you have to shoot at gangsters

better they not know who you are.

Central Police Headquarters

Operations Unit

Second, don't use the radio.

We've got it set to monitor only.

Soup's got a police scanner.

We'll drive down Wilanowska

until you hear me say

"turn."

Soczek, Budyn, Bergus, and I drive up

in unmarked cars and park near the gate.

Pretending to be drunk,

we approach the janitor's cubby.

We know that Soup's got

the janitor on the payroll.

He gave him 500 and told him

to let him know if he sees cops, so

we definitely put the janitors

on the ground.

I'll raise the barrier so

the SWAT boys can drive in.

Police!

Move away from the blinds.

Step aside!

The second unit is blocked at the window

by security shutters made of rubber.

Police, open the door!

- All right, I'm opening it.

- Then f***ing open it now!

- You've damaged the lock.

- Move you hand.

Go ahead, press.

Even though I walk through

the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,

for you are with me;

your rod and your staff,

they comfort me.

Gas!

Police, police, police!

This is the terror of Mokotow?

Hi, Oskar.

I expected this.

From me?

From you the most, Darek.

Oskar, how do you know my name?

We've never laid eyes on each other.

Everyone knows you're a secret

agent, who hates Mokotow.

Take him away.

Soup's a vodka collector.

We'll party later.

No drinking now.

About two kilos of gold.

And a police scanner.

But it's set for Piaseczno.

I don't know why it isn't set for Mokotow.

We'll check the garage.

All right, and rip up

the paving bricks.

- No weapons or narcotics, but...

- He dumped the goods.

Soup bought a furnished apartment,

and spent three days redoing it.

He's got mirrors, drywall

around the tub, and shelves.

I'll admit I'm itching to do

some digging here.

The son of a b*tch furnished

his flat with extortion money.

Miami, you can demolish it,

but you've got one assignment.

What's that?

- Don't tear down the building.

- Ok, thanks.

Here we go.

Darek!

The corner's chipped. As if the glass

has been taken out and put back.

Different names on the IDs.

Nothing in the garage.

Hello.

Quiet!

The janitor says Soup's

b*tch broke the seals, went

into his apartment, and left

the garage carrying a bag.

- Did you check the baby seat?

- Check how?

Did you out it open? It's empty,

and you can hide stuff inside.

No, I didn't.

F***, she cut out the bottom.

I said to search everything.

What the f*** is this?

Hi, why haven't you called?

Know what, Olga? I don't think

we're a good match.

Darek.

You can't tell me on the phone

that we're not a good match.

How can a man not be a match

for a woman?

Two halves of an orange.

What do you want?

This is important. Don't you

f***ing believe in destiny?

Where do you get your money?

Rich parents and child support.

From a gangsta from Ozarow.

Are you f***ing interrogating me?

When I checked your record

the printer ran out of paper. And?

I don't have anything

to do with that now.

Don't you have a past?

- So?

- So.

F***, Darek, we're made

for each other.

Can't you see that?

You love kids, I've got 'em.

You want to be a dad, I need one.

And the sex was f***ing great.

It's destiny.

I could've bought something else.

Someone else could've come to me.

I love you.

Maybe you don't love me

yet, but when we get

to know each other.

You'll see how I wake up.

How I sit on the toilet.

I'll see which hand you eat with.

If we have to change the door handles.

- You smoke dope, and I don't.

- Then I don't either.

- Olka I find a new piece of

ass every week. -But they

-don't make you sandwiches for lunch.

- Yes, they do.

- But not with cucumber.

- F***.

Password.

Police, freeze! On the ground.

F*** me. A 120 meter flat, and

he shows up with a backpack.

I'll make you some space

in the shoe cabinet.

Hi.

- You remembered.

- You bet.

I've been listening to Soup

since September.

How'd you get his new address?

Wiretap.

On a phone starting with 507?

Know why I treated you

like a nerd?

We're working the same gang.

You extortioon, and I...

those who cut off fingers.

They kidnapped 41 people in Warsaw.

All had fingers cut off.

Sent to their families for ransom.

A university student.

The daughter of Joreno

the sausage man.

A Pakistani flush with dough.

Alias "Pig?"

Yeah pig, dirty business, dirty hands.

The Mokotow gang kidnapped all 41.

They let 34 go, after the

families paid, of course.

I found the hole they were kept in

after logging on with Soup's phone.

Unfortunately, it was empty.

I can't find seven people.

If you hadn't treated me like sh*t,

maybe you wouldn't be looking.

You didn't have to say that.

But, ok, I've got a proposition.

You do your wiretaps, I do mine.

If something important for

either of us comes up,

we exchange information. Ok?

Ok.

Maho, someone's at the door!

- What is it?

- Security, your car's alarm is on.

Hello?

Are you a policeman?

Yes. Who's calling?

My mom's dead.

She isn't moving.

I think my dad is, too.

He's in the bathroom

and doesn't answer.

Are you calling from

the flat on Pulawska?

Your mama is Andzia and

daddy Maho?

I'll be right there to get you.

Just promise that you'll wait

and won't call anyone else, ok?

I promise.

You left the child inside.

The security camera recording.

That was the last time

the girl was seen.

You lost a witness.

You won't put Soup away

for long for fake IDs.

We'll tack on the fingers,

but his lawyer will

get him out before we

have all the evidence.

Hello?

All right.

I'll try pressuring Soup's b*tch.

You do what you can, too.

Let's go.

Are you f***ing nuts?

Your brain's fried.

You sleep with a gangster.

You're faithful to him.

And he's cheating on you.

He treats you like a c*nt.

You'd like that, huh?

Hen won't be jealous,

the coed just sucked my dick.

Like jacking off using her head.

He's fallen in love

with a student,

who he kidnapped himself.

Eight years younger than you.

Still want to keep lying.

And covering?

Zdzisiu give me 50 for the fine.

No fines today.

Pack up and get the f*** out.

You've got half an hour.

Then we seize your goods and arrest you.

It's worth 40,000. If I don't

sell it, it'll rot. If you

don't let me work the weekend,

I'll lose all that money.

What's more, I'll lose liquidity

and my business will be f***ed.

Remember when I told you it's

better to be on our side than

that of the bandits?. I asked

you three times. No more.

I can't, I've got a wife and kids.

- They'll f***ing kill me.

- We're police, not Boy Scouts.

You've got two choices. Talk, and

I lock up them up. Or you don't

and stay a source of income for

them, so you have to be eliminated.

If this is illegal, it's f***ing over.

I will f***ing finish you.

- Don't finish me, don't.

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