Psy Page #3

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shoot to kill!

I've never shot anyone.

Kill them or I'll get

f***ing killed.

Ok.

20 years service.

The boss gave me reward -

Outstanding service.

I wanted to work in the office.

I can type.

I want to work in the f***ing office!

I'd be good at it.

I know the printers.

And the connections.

And the Oppositions.

The Opposition is in charge now.

They killed Granddad.

F*** this!

What's happening, f*** it?

So I must die for 200 f***ing bucks?

They shot at me!

What are you staring at?

I didn't go to college

to be shot at.

What the f*** is this?

I've had enough!

What's going on?

They shot at us!

Understand?

They're here. Out.

Halt or I'll shoot!

Christ!

It's not all bad. Jerzyk

only broke his collarbone.

He's been given blood

and he'll come to soon.

You'll be able to talk to him.

Kazek lost part of his ear -

he cant hear much.

The specialists reckons

he'll be out of shock soon.

Junior is worse off...

They are doing their best.

I'll kill you,

you son of a b*tch!

Calm down!

F*** it, I'll be calm, when I'm dead.

You know why they're dead?

Grandad, Student - why?

The bastard had to phone.

He had to phone.

He wasn't there in time.

Jesus!

F***! They're dead.

Understand?

Shut up! F***ing shut up!

Don't say f***ing word!

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

Noone else is going to

die because of this bastard.

Noone!

F***ing noone!

I'll report you!

I'll ignore it. We don't

report each other.

I'll deal with all of you.

Will you stop if it hurts?

Don't be silly.

- But will you stop...

Let me in.

Is that it?

All?

Darling.

Squeeze me.

Not with your arms.

I don't know how.

- Squeeze me.

Like this?

Make love to me, Franz.

What?

I like it.

What's new?

Grandad and Student are dead.

Junior will die soon.

Kazek went mad.

Jerzyk is badly hurt.

We were supposed to take

in car thieves at the Max.

They weren't car thieves.

We were like target practice.

The guy we were watching...

They cut him in pieces -

pulled his eyes, tongue out.

They knew we were police

and they shot to us.

Olo, they're dead.

What's the Firm doing?

Bien wants to relax the

firearms rules.

In any normal country

they'd already be dead.

Quietly...

What do you want to do?

I'm out. Wladek reported

that's my fault.

This is your chance

to get back in.

Who are you watching?

A Dutch drug dealer.

Used to be an East German citizen.

A Stasi agent.

Remember Jaworski.

Went to East Germany

a lot. They fired him too.

I'll ask him.

The Slaby brothers produces

drugs in demand in the West.

Now the Stasi are gone,

they've got a monopoly.

Who set them up?

Jaworski. Know him?

Yes.

They said he was on the

take from drug dealers.

Same as they said Franz

shot the Pope.

Ask him yourself.

Olo doesn't believe

you took bribes.

I can't believe it myself.

12,000 bucks a year.

Now, I want more.

Mum?

This is the price of an

ounce in Berlin.

Clean business; clear profit.

Will they let you in on the business?

- They're having bad luck.

They lost their connections,

money, goods.

The Slabys' backers

are losing patience.

Who?

Reliable people.

They're in Moscow now and

they'll be here soon.

The Slaby brothers...

how much can they make?

As much as we want -

20 or 30,000.

Dirty business,

clean profit.

Dirty in here.

You could do with new flat.

You will go to Cracow with

Prosecutor Nowrocki

and meet Prosecutor...

Zurawski.

- Chaplinski.

I'm Nowrocki.

You'll sell Chaplinski a

lottery ticket.

For how much?

- Face value. 50 cents.

How much will he win?

$10,000.

Ask him to let Chemist go.

Before the end of the month.

Does he know what's going on,

like that flat?

Go on then.

Nice car, isn't it?

Gross will sell it cheap.

300hp, turbo, goes like a dream.

They are in hurry with Chemist.

Generous... twice the going

rate for letting someone go,

or losing files.

I was softhearted.

Hold on to the wheel!

Don't worry.

Rush job. The controller's

coming in from Moscow.

They' re afraid the Slabys

will be first.

Good money, eh?

I can't imagine even a

bank having that much.

Let me onto the investigation.

And who are you?

You and your mates?

Try treating me like

a policeman.

They didn't treat you as

Police. They shot at you.

No one shoots policeman.

You are just a thug,

who lost all his red support.

People like you and Olo

used me for 30 years.

People spat at my uniform.

Now you can't even lick my boots.

Go sleep, Franz.

Bien, we'll be f***ing back.

Olo and me.

What about the mortgage?

- I don't know.

I'm glad you're back.

They're from America.

They went to buy your house.

Is this yours?

My wife's. I'll put the kettle on.

Got any money?

Almost $500.

How much do you earn?

$400 a month, with overtime.

A fortune.

Enough for two. Or do you want more?

No.

Shame about the car, though.

I'll miss it.

Don't cry, silly.

I never liked that house.

It'll be heaven.

F*** it, we were so good together.

Do you want to leave me?

Do you love me?

So what's the problem?

The Slabys are here,

on shorter than the other.

When will Chemist be out?

On the 26th.

Something's up.

Follow him.

The big one we can

convince, Zenon's tougher.

What do you mean?

Zenon, Slaby is stubborn.

Hard to get through to.

But if we get rid of him,

the big one is softer.

Who'll do it?

Whoever's taking the stuff

to Amsterdam.

How much of it

will be there?

25,000 units.

Want me to do it?

Stop here.

Ever killed someone

from close up?

I'll do it.

Keep the car. The papers

are genuine.

Take Chemist from the

hotel on the 27th.

He's got to be in perfect

condition.

If Slabys get him, it'll be a mess.

They took my car.

I'm always late.

I had to take Angela

to a friend.

Keeping an eye on her?

Keeping an eye on her?

No, taking care of her.

After Milena, I never

thought I'd care

about a woman again.

I really love her.

That child?

I'm sorry.

Take my car. I don't

need it any more.

Thanks. What happened?

Tonight, the Chemist

Jaszczak checks in.

He'll give the name Blusz.

Take him in. Quickly.

Hold him for a week.

Long time.

Joblonski can keep him

under arrest.

Not for free...

If they find out you were

in the Firm, you're dead.

Take Chemist in. I'll do the rest.

Line them up.

We don't know enough yet.

We'll deal with them.

Both of us.

Now, the Chemist vanishes.

I'm not setting myself up.

Who was your father?

Read my file, smart-ass?

He got Marchwicki. So...

He was the best detective

in the country.

You won't get me like that.

You won't get round lead

us to these bastards.

Coming? Or just waiting?

Listen...

I understand.

Nice place.

You can always ask for a

transfer to Archives.

You could get fired.

I won't cover for you,

Archives...

I don't want to.

- Shut up.

This is it.

Who the f*** you are?

And who the f***, are you?

Where the hell are you going?

Police.

Blusz? You should be in jail.

I have heart trouble!

Call an ambulance!

You don't have a heart.

You had your brother killed.

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