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- with my application.

- I've read it.

But the Association will not pass

exams for you.

Your political activity

cannot substitute the knowledge

of Roman law. Goodbye.

Hi Andrzej,

I was just about to call you.

- Have you heard?

- Yes, I have.

Professor Maj is dead.

Oh, that's not what I meant.

There's a stock market crash.

The prices are falling like hell.

Navar has dropped by over 3%.

- Other companies are even worse.

- That's good for us.

Comrade Kostrzewa,

what have you got to say?

Good? Why?

Andrzej, are you there?

I went to see Professor Maj...

...to ask him for another chance

to sit my exams.

He said...

Well,

I'm not sure if it's relevant...

Come on, comrade.

Speak up!

He said knowledge of Roman law

is more important

than the activity

in the political party.

Listen, don't you care

about old Maj's death at all?

Why should I?

He was old.

You've called me

from my weekend away,

I was rushing

at breakneck speed.

- Ok, what happened?

- Complications.

Everything is ready,

we're striking on Monday.

- Have you got the evidence?

- You were supposed to have it.

Kamil,

we're cancelling the execution.

But can you tell me why?

Because the circumstances

have changed.

Sir, with all due respect, you said

they were dangerous criminals.

And now what?

You've changed your mind?

First you tell me to build

a humongous case,

use heavy artillery, and then what?

Circumstances?

And maybe they are innocent?

If so, we have to clear everything up

and apologize.

Do you have many ideas like that,

my friend?

And if so, then what?

Then from tomorrow

on you'll be supervising...

...mugging cases

and petty larceny

Sir,

this conversation did't happen.

Oh, no. It did happen.

And we'll bear it in mind.

- Well, what do we call these fish?

- Piranhas.

Very good!

And do piranhas like children?

Yes, of course. Very much.

Hi, sorry. I couldn't skive earlier.

Lots of work at the precinct.

Listen,

there's something you should know...

...before it comes out.

Maj, the old professor

who died 2 days ago...

- I know.

- Andrzej, this is confidential...

Sure...

Maj, the junior, from Navar,

was contacted by a journalist

from Gazeta Morska.

He's working on an article

about Professor Maj.

And...?

The junior came across his father's

old memoirs.

There full of the names

of well known people.

Your's as well,

in the context

of the March Events.

Piotr Maj agreed to have

an interview with the journalist.

When?

On Thursday.

The day after tomorrow.

Kostrzewa!

I thought...

Well, I wanted you to know.

- Come, it's important. Come.

- Not now, buddy.

- Come, come on.

- He'll be back later.

That's bullshit.

But thanks anyway.

- Take care.

- Bye.

Man! The party's executive

has made a decision

and passed it on straight

to the university president.

He's packing his stuff now.

No more Professor Maj.

What?

What the f*** are you talking about?

A bloody Jew!

A Zionist in disguise.

A one way ticket to Tel Aviv,

get it? You can take credit for that.

You did it!

Me?

I did it?

That's bullshit, Mirek!

What you said

at the meeting was enough.

And one more thing.

Your candidate period in the Party

was shortened.

Now, you're a full time card

carrying member.

Congratulations, buddy.

Come on, let's have a drink.

It's on me.

No. Tomorrow!

Yes, you heard right. Tomorrow.

Because

the circumstances call for it.

Stop arguing with me, Kamil.

Just do as I told you.

Seize all the documents you get

in their apartments.

Seal all that you find

in Piotr Maj's flat

and bring it straight to me.

It's your personal responsibility.

Good luck.

- You have to? Now?

- Yes. I do.

Please, help yourself sweety.

I'm definitely not having the meat,

dad.

But you have to think

about the baby now, darling.

I'm not eating game.

I'm fed up with boar.

Sweety, game is the best meat,

no steroids, no hormones.

No chemicals.

Yeah, but with pellets.

You can break your teeth on them.

I said no.

I won't put it in my mouth.

Your Janusz likes game.

He ate it once not to offend you.

But he hates it as much as I do.

Hates? You didn't say.

You heard that?

He seemed to be such a nice guy

but it turns out he's a hypocrite.

- Thinks one thing, says another.

- You're starting again, dad?

Leave Janusz alone.

You kept getting at my husband too.

I wasn't getting at him, dear.

Your husband was just a crude lout.

- He didn't deserve you.

- He had a PhD.

Yeah, in bullshitology.

But he was candid

and said what he thought.

And you didn't like it either.

Would you like it if he called you

a butcher?

He left me because of you,

you know that?

It's your fault that Zosia

has no father.

Andrzej, Emilka, stop it, please.

Let's talk about something nice.

He wasn't put behind bars

only for Zosia's sake.

A common crook.

And you always have to butt in!

You didn't let mom do

what she wanted, either.

She gave up her career for you.

How could you bear him

for all those years? I don't get it.

- Please, Emilka.

- You'll drive me nuts one day!

Oh, Jesus...

- What's wrong?

- I don't know...

But you're not due

for the next three weeks...

But it looks like my waters

just broke.

- Put the phone away, I'll drive her.

- But you've been drinking.

- So what?

- You want to kill yourself and...

- Stop butting in, dammit!

- Oh, stop it! I want to go with mom.

- Sweety...

- Mom, it's fine.

Zosia, I'll be back soon.

Stay with grandpa, ok?

Everything's fine, right?

- Can you help me?

- Take care of Zosia.

I'll take of her.

Go ahead, you can keep drinking now.

See? Mom doesn't like grandpa.

Neither does grandma.

But Zosia likes him, right?

Clear.

Police, don't move!

Show me your hands!

Mom! Mom!

Police! Police! Down!

Show me your hands!

Your hands!

- But guys, what 's going on?

- Down, down! On the ground!

- Marek!

- Easy, calm down!

- The other hand!

- It hurts!

Your hand!

Police! Down, down! The hand!

Spread your arms wide!

The other hand!

I'm covering you.

Calm down, calm down...

Come on, let's go.

Glock:
514 565...

- ...865

- The ending again?

- 8 6 5

- Wrong - should be 856.

Mr Rybarczyk,

you possess an illegal weapon.

They must have misspelled

the number.

Misspelled my ass.

Your license is invalid.

We've seen smarter crooks

than you.

- Marek Stawski.

- What is this all about?

Tell me what you're looking for,

I'll show you where I keep it.

Son of Leopold...

Correct?

- Monika?

- Sit down!

Marek...

- Come back here!

- Let me go! F***! She's pregnant!

- Oh God!

- Call a doctor!

Oh Jesus! A doctor!

- What shall I do now?

- Uncuff her, please.

What now?

Calm down, calm down Monika.

RYSZARD MAJ "MEMOIRS"

We have a grandson.

A healthy boy, 6 pounds.

Finally,

a man in this hens' nest.

- Where are you going?

- To see my successor.

- Emilka and the baby are asleep.

- So what?

Andrzej, Emilka said

she didn't want you to come.

I have no right to see

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