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Who do you want to call?

F*** me...

I am totally out of shape.

I'll call my wife.

Or no, Lidka.

No, f*** it.

My wife.

Regulations!

We have regulations!

So what if he saw my face?

He'll never...

Walk in again without your balaclava

and you're fired!

Yes, sir!

Sorry I bothered you again, but you're

the only one with his blood type.

So we're rare specimens.

Why don't you drop by and see him?

Milosz has a birthday in a few days

if he lives that long.

- Hi, Nobel winner...

- Hi, champ...

Enough reading,

ifs time for a workout.

Block, guard.

Back! Good!

Deflect!

Hello headquarters trainer.

You were right, professor...

Nothing makes a woman feel better

than beating up a man,

more than sixty men actually.

They must've transplanted you

the heart of a sadistic monster.

Professor, you've created

Miss Frankenstein.

Hey, smart guy, thanks to her

we've got lots of new donors.

One of them is your genetic twin.

A real member of the Science Academy?

Unfortunately, just a cop.

Could I meet him?

No matter how many boys

win the physics and math Olympics,

each has at least once

dreamed of being a policeman.

You think I'm an exception?

He's loosing weight terribly.

Is there any chance for a transplant?

'Nth his blood type?

It's good we can do transfusions.

What would the foundation do

without you?

Is something wrong, professor?

I lost a patient

on the operating table.

What's it going to be, Diuna,

yes or no?

Is "no" also on the menu?

If you don't feel like "yes,"

you go back to jail,

do your time plus a few years

for escaping.

And if I rat?

Who'll believe you?

You might as well say

aliens kidnapped you.

F***, you worked this out well.

OK.

Like the sperm said to the rubber,

"freedom is priceless."

Talk.

Hi, dad. Everything's cool here.

See you.

- Wholesale warehouse.

- Do it!

Play it again...

- Hello.

- "Hi, dad.

Everything's cool here.

See you."

350 thousand bucks is on the invoice

for the service.

- What game are you f***ing playing?

- Cops and robbers.

Put the money in a strong small suitcase

and wait for the phone call."

Either we're an expense

or they don't give a sh*t.

Or both.

The customers got the prize.

I'm following him.

Unit 1. Understood...

All right, jump in.

- Hello?

- Well? Got the money?

- You want me to give you the money

while those sons of b*tches watch?

- What the f*** do you care?!

It's my money to lose now.

- Are you going to knock off Radek?

- You're insulting a pro.

- Listen, you dumb prick!

- Dent yet! Tike that tucker,

the officer's speakers will go off.

Know what? Go f*** yourself!

- Sh*t, he hung up.

- You're going too far.

- Do we have the number?

- No.

Let the father answer it!

Are they high or what?

They say Raczek's got balls

made of marble.

Do it again and you'll be writing

an obituary for sonny-boy.

- Man, do you know what you're doing?

- Ok, scared daddy, see the man...

Attention, the pigs we are taking

you as witnesses.

If we screw it up,

daddy will see Diuna anyway...

Cool, old man?

Now you do as I tell you, or we'll

waste your Radek, and that?! be it.

Grab the suitcase

and go out in the street.

Keep the phone to your ear.

Move it!

Attention!

We move in at the firs! Attempt

to transfer the suitcase.

Why don't we call in a helicopter?

- With a helicopter they won't

pick up the ransom. Let's risk it.

- Don't want to spend the money, huh?

What a daddy!

When you clear the gate

stop and turn right,

start walking and count your steps

nice and loud!

Remember the wise old proverb,

"Pigs dig, but people keep

doing their business

1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8...

What the f*** do you carrying in

the suitcase, nitro?

13...14...

Number three, check him out.

It's too busy here today.

You'll end up getting hit by a car.

Back to the site, hurry!

And stop pm past the gate.

Move!

What the f*** is this?!

Step on it, Raczek.

You're wasting our time.

- Are you past the gate?

- Yes.

Three steps to the right! Move!

The manhole! Let's go!

Number four, find the entrance!

Number four, the truck!

Sh*t... nothing.

Do you also get the feeling

we're taking pan in "Gotcha?"

Mr. Raczek, you're a wise

and experienced criminal

on well-deserved retirement...

If only I'd been wise

when I was young.

...And you want us to believe

that after one phone conversation

with someone you'd never seen before,

you'd throw 350 thousand bucks

of your own money down a shithole?

When they kidnap your son

and ask for ransom

we'll see what you do.

- I don't wish that, of course.

- Nobody kidnapped him, Raczek.

You set up his escape

and this whole circus

is just to take the suspicion off you.

You tell a nice story, officer.

The boss wants to see you;

He's mad as hell.

Can I go on?

I'm not big enough

for that kind of a show.

- You demean yourself, Raczek.

- No, just being self-critical.

Ordinary criminals like me

don't pull off such stunts.

You need first class for that.

Can I smoke now?

Clinically clean. Nola sign of life.

They even washed the container.

The motor numbers destroyed,

fake registration tags...

Stinks like a smokehouse,

and of course not a single butt.

Let's go back and grill Raczek.

You were right;

We should've used a helicopter.

Bingo, gentlemen!

We were lucky finding this butt.

Now the guy will learn

that smoking really is unhealthy.

If we find him in our files, that is.

What are we playing at, Leman?

There's going to be a party!

F*** me...

Yeah?

The guys with the truck...

They really are good...

Good? Raczek said, "first class".

Exactly, so how could they've missed up

with that butt?

I could give you a hundred answers

and each one would be good.

My dad used to say,

"Asking the right question is

more important than getting an answer".

Mine used to say, "Move your ass

or they'll close the liquor store".

- Don't eat that...

- Hey!

- Who are you talking to?

- My cat...

X helped Diuna escape.

He got 350 thousand for it.

RANSOM:

Lets assume X is a first class criminal

and helps them all.

Chmielewicz + X = escape.

Czerski + X = escape.

Nagorski + X = disappearance.

Plus X...

X must've been in the courtroom.

He feigned that well.

- The foam too?

- Soap...

He soaped his hands in the cell

then let the soap dry.

Li's hot in the courtroom.

Look, he wipes his face many times,

the soap gets into his mouth

plus the water he's drinking?

If he faked this, he'd be working

in movies, not killing people.

This is anaphylactic shock...

What?!

The prison doctor wrote in his file

that he's allergic to aspirin.

Radoslaw Raczek treated himself

lo a clinical allergic reaction.

But where'd he get the aspirin

in the booth?

- He swallowed it in the cell?

- The reaction's immediate.

There it is!

Look!

Now...

Score:
One zero for you.

Don't joke, gentlemen!

It was impossible for the defendant

to carry a tablet into the booth.

And the dog? What? Caught a cold?

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