[cheerful music with merry whistling]
[engine shuts off]
I guess that we're walking now.
-[Kinga] It's a bad idea. -[Alicja] Chill, will you?
Look at this nature.
[Kinga] Fertilized with bodies. I bet he buried someone in this garden.
-[Zuza] Next to his summer house? -[Kinga] Death doesn't take vacations.
-Wanna place bets on what's inside? -[giggling] Isn't it obvious?
Easy-clean tiles and pliers for removing fingernails.
I don't care how small this shed is. I'm taking the spot by the window.
[cheerful music continues]
THE GREEN GLOVE GANG
[chair creaking]
[slow, suspenseful music]
[snores quietly]
[grunts]
[loud bang]
I already ate, Mom.
[coughs]
[grunts]
[suspenseful music continues]
[Alfred] Gujska?
[suspenseful music intensifies]
Stop! Don't move! On the ground!
[woman] Is it "Stop," "Don't move," or "On the ground"?
Make up your mind. And for God's sake, put down that gun.
How many times have I told you, young man, to watch what you eat?
Mom?
[Alfred's mother] Your digestive system is very delicate.
And the intestines are a second brain.
-I'm trying, Mom. -Not hard enough, son.
Harassing innocent people?
A seer?
Oh, Alfred…
And the dishes need to be rinsed first.
I'm sorry, I will. So, what should I do, Mom?
Eat well, take cold showers,
do sports,
take care of the mother-to-be…
-Mother-to-be? -It's time for me to go.
-Mom, I've got so many questions left. -I'll write you a letter.
And for God's sake, stop with the napping at work.
That chair will be the death of you.
[music fades]
-That chair will be the death of you. -I'm not sleeping. [grunts]
Yesterday's reports. I've gotta go.
I'm doing work… conceptual work.
[Gujska] Great.
And? What did you conceive of?
That we're in deep shit.
I think I'm not doing enough.
Relax, nobody says so.
Except for my mother.
I dreamt of her. She told me she'd write me a letter.
-A letter? -Yeah, a letter.
Maybe I should ask… the seer?
Never mind. Are you leaving?
Where to?
[distant conversations around them]
-[Gujska] I'll be back after the scan. -[Alfred] What scan?
An ultrasound.
[suspenseful music]
Mother-to-be.
Fantastic, let's go!
-I'm going. -A pregnant woman is a national treasure.
A patriot's duty is to take care of her.
Let's go, Gujska.
Białowieża Forest is a national treasure.
My pregnancy?
I don't think so.
Gujska, slow down!
Fast walking can induce premature labor.
[Zuza] Three theft attempts in France.
Two during the transfer to Rome.
One in Tokyo.
They basically caught them… with Venus in hand.
Well, we used to like a challenge.
[Zuza] You want it, you've got it. There's no technical data from the museum.
So, we either go in to grab the Venus blind…
-[snorts] What do you mean, blind? -[Zuza] …or we do some recon on our own.
But… how? Without our suitcase?
Who said without?
The police. When they confiscated it.
[Zuza] Then we gotta get it back.
[Alicja] At least let us unpack.
[ultrasound machine beeping]
Magic.
A new life. You see that?
-How is it? -Everything looks okay.
[regular heartbeat signals]
The little bean, too.
It's an officer's child, not a vegetable. Be specific.
Okay then.
The child is healthy.
But I'm worried about the mother. Are you getting a lot of rest?
-No. -Yes.
[doctor] Well, you should.
Wanna know the sex?
-Yes! -No.
-Superior's command. -We don't.
We're not looking far enough.
They'd be stupid to come back here.
They always return to the crime scene.
A murderer? Sure.
Thieves rarely.
Unless they read Our Town Daily.
Letters are piling up.
[gentle suspenseful music]
[series of church organs]
[priest] Do good deeds.
Please accept your beloved son into the Kingdom of Heaven.
[birds chirping outside]
Ewa Stępień.
She slept around, but that means she loved life.
And you have to cherish life.
Lord, open the door to the Kingdom for her.
[paper rustling]
OBITUARIES
LETTERS
[suspenseful music]
LETTERS TO THE GREEN GLOVE GANG
-[bird chirping] -[water flowing gently]
[Masarz's voice] Thank you for our trip together.
[door shuts]
[gentle melancholic music]
[vigorous, rhythmic music]
[Alicja] The Lovers?
[Kinga] Fucking ginseng.
-[Henryk] Excuse me? -[Kinga] Nothing.
How long will this take?
A month, I think.
I know we had plans. I'm sorry.
[Henryk] I'm worried.
-Can you tell me anything else? -[Kinga] Are you alone?
Umm…
-[with hesitation] Yes. -[Kinga] Tomek's in trouble.
We've gotta do one more job so they leave him alone.
One last job, promise.
-Are you in danger? -[Kinga] No.
We've dealt with worse.
She's lying.
Over-expressive intonation.
[Kinga] I've gotta go.
Everything will be okay, really.
Bye!
So… what do we do?
[suspenseful music]
HOSPITAL
[male radio presenter] The temperature in Our Town is 22 degrees Celsius, and…
-Hi. -Hey.
How are you?
[sighs] Been better.
[Tomek] Um…
Thanks for coming to get me. Especially since…
Come on.
No, you know…
I let you down again, right?
I talked to Masarz.
He's not after you anymore.
[chuckles]
-Seriously? -Yes.
[suspenseful music]
Where should I take you?
You got an apartment?
Actually, I…
[engine revving]
[gentle jazz music]
[Kinga]Are you crazy?
-What was I supposed to do? -Get rid of him!
[birds chirping]
We're working with the mafia because of him.
He'll help us.
Land behind bars.
Trust me!
[gentle jazz music continues]
[Kinga] You're a big boy now.
Time to start paying for your rent.
More accurately, for your pulse and breath.
We're doing a Venus heist so Masarz leaves you alone.
The Venus?
You'll help us.
But… I don't know anything about heists.
[chuckles] What a humble guy.
You raised him right.
You've been selling drugs for eight years. You've got the perfect résumé.
So what should I do?
What three wanted women can't do.
Meaning?
First, you buy a car.
[energetic music]
[Tomek] This one? I don't know.
-Anything else? -[salesman] Maybe this one?
CAR LOT
It's, like, brand-new.
Just 300… 200 thousand kilometers on the meter.
A real bargain.
[Zuza] It just needs to be running.
And… don't you have anything in a worse state?
Hmm… Only Mieciu is in a worse state.
[snores loudly]
[chuckles]
[Tomek] That's exactly the right model.
Should have said that right away, friend.
Let's move on to the VIP section.
[Zuza] You'll sign the contract with a fake name.
Spotty… Dick.
[chuckles]
I took my mother's maiden name.
[salesman chuckles]
Here you go.
[metal clanking]
[Zuza] It has to be nondescript.
Without any markings.
[series of low-pitch sounds]
[Tomek] Oh, damn.
Well?
I think we've got it.
[door shuts]
[Tomek] How is it?
MILK TRANSPORT
[guard] You've got a visitor.
[metal door clinking]
[female inmate 1] Silver!
You know who hates the Green Glove Gang?
Bitches that get hanged!
[both laugh loudly]
[keys clinking]
[guard locks the door]
[gentle, suspenseful music]
The conjugal visit room? Did you miss me that much?
This is the only place with no cameras.
We can do… whatever we want.
TXT 420
I always keep my word.
[Zuza] The transports leave at 9 p.m.
There are two routes. One is an hour longer.
They always choose the shorter one.
Tomek will block their way.
And what if they decide to turn back?
They won't.
But there's also one more thing.
How will we get the suitcase out of the precinct?
We already did.
"Due to indolence…"
[Alfred] "…and gross negligence,
we order the key evidence in the Green Glove Gang case
to be transported to the police central storage facility immediately
the next day."
It's started.
What?
The chief's plan.
Destruction.
Dismantling the precinct.
Transport requires official paperwork, not some email.
"PS. If Detective Gujska starts lecturing about procedures,
I have a slot free for a talking-to."
"Nobody is irreplaceable. Regards, Captain Mirosław Pierdut."
It's an abuse of authority.
-Gujska, let it go. -But--
You can't win with the chief.
[sighs] What did the doctor say?
That you should rest.
No! That people keep writing to the Gang.
We've got to check that lead.
Okay, never mind. I'm gonna rest.
You do your conceptual work.
-[glass clinking] -[cheerful, rhythmical music]
To action and adrenaline!
In short: AA.
I've never drank to that.
I totally feel… [sighs] …like I did ten years ago,
when we were forming the Gang.
Kinga, don't do it.
-You can't do it. -I can't?
No, you can't.
Come on, I can't look!
-What can't she do? -The nutcracker gran.
-What? -[Kinga chuckles]
Strongest Kegel muscles in town!
Wanna bet she won't get up?
[grunts] Help, I heard a crack…
[editor] There you go. All our subscribers.
-Everyone local? -[editor] Almost.
There was one… If you'll allow me.
There.
A village in Bieszczady. A blip.
JOAN OF ARC 6 CISOWA STREET, BIESZCZADY
-Joan of Arc? -The maiden saint.
The patron of France. Burned at the age of 19.
Why would anyone need it in Bieszczady?
Hmm, to sample something a little more exotic? [chuckles]
-When did they start it? -Six months ago.
-[suspenseful music] -[metal clinking]
POLICE
[suspenseful music continues]
[officer 1] For example: do birds exist?
Exactly, it's not so simple. They did. At one point.
They've been replaced with drones. There's evidence for it.
1.55 MI – 1.49 MI – 1.43 MI
[police officer 1] It's all the CIA's idea.
C-I-A!
Because the birds used to shit on their cars.
[officer 2 chuckles]
550 YD – 500 YD – 460 YD
[tires screeching]
What the hell?
[officer 1] Reload.
Slowly now.
Like it's not a big deal.
You're a godsend, gentlemen! Can you tow me?
My milk will go bad.
Can't do it. We're transporting something, too.
Could the three of us at least push it to the side of the road?
We got procedures.
[snorts]
Really?
[energetic, rhythmical music]
[engine revving]
[engine dies]
[engine revving]
[engine dies]
We've got a problem.
-What's wrong? -[officer 1] The road's blocked.
What now? Detour?
What detour?
It's an additional hour. The chief will be pissed off.
So, what should I do?
[Alicja] Don't be late.
Unless you want to start looking for new jobs.
Over and out.
Wanna change jobs?
[both grunt]
[officer 1] Okay.
[both grunt]
[car creaking]
Are you pushing or not?
One more push!
-[officers grunt] -[Tomek fakes grunting]
[energetic, rhythmical music continues]
[officers grunt heavily]
[fakes grunting]
[Tomek] Okay, all done!
I'm so over this job.
[both panting heavily]
I wanted to be a pig, not a workhorse.
[Tomek] Ow!
-[officer 1] The handbrake, man! -I forgot to put it on!
-[officer 2] Should we call an ambulance? -No! It's just a scratch.
Why wait for an ambulance? The tow truck will take me.
Ow!
Are you sure you're okay?
[Tomek] Mm-hmm.
An idiot?
Nah, just worried his milk will go bad.
[officer 2 chuckles]
[engine revving]
[grunts]
Fu…
Fuck!
Ow!
[energetic, rhythmical music intensifies]
[music fades]
[Chief] You allowed some limping milkman to rob you like some children?
You sent a convoy with the main evidence based on one email?
It looked credible.
Like you in a clown costume. [slings phone]
[continuous tone]
[ringing tone]
[phone vibrating]
Hello?
Gujska, when will you be here?
It's bad. Very bad.
[Gujska] I don't think I can make it.
I'm… feeling nauseous.
Oh my.
Need anything?
I can manage, thanks.
See you tomorrow.
OUR TOWN
[slow and suspenseful music]
All alone.
[Alfred's mother] I will write you a letter.
Overcooked?
[grunts]
I'm not hungry.
[slow and suspenseful music continues]
[Alfred's mother] Alfred, I've been looking from above for a while
at what you've been doing, and it saddens me to see you so timid.
Have courage, son.
Don't let yourself be pushed around.
Use your own intuition and sense of decency,
and you're sure to find the Gang.
Hugs, Your Mom.
[man on TV] Your Honor.
This is Professor Rafał Wilczur.
[inmates sniveling and sobbing]
[sad, melancholic music on TV]
[man on TV 2] Darling…
[door openes]
[man on TV 2] My darling girl…
Okay, enough crying!
[soft, instrumental music]
OUR TOWN TELETEXT
CLASSIFIED ADS – 420 THEY'RE IN OUR TOWN ON A JOB.
WILL STAY FOR A MONTH.
I HOPE WE'RE EVEN.
[Kinga] Cuckoo, this is Guineafowl.
VENUS OF KAZAKHSTAN
[Kinga] All clear outside.
I repeat, all clear.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee…
["The Talking Girl" by Ibibio Sound Machine playing]
[softly] Two by the entrance, diabetes, overweight.
I saw them.
Turning on the camera.
[song continues in Ibibio language]
[song abruptly ends]
May I?
I draw a bit myself.
Mostly sunsets and sunrises.
[Alicja] Abstractionism.
Meridians and parallels.
[song resumes]
[softly] The east wing, three by four meters, five meters tall.
[security guard] Excuse me.
No photography.
[chuckles nervously]
It's… for the Holy Father's collection.
Really old.
Yeah.
It comes to us all. [chuckles]
We've done harder things.
Excuse me. Praise be.
We'll be closing now.
Um… Right.
We just couldn't get enough.
-We have to turn on the security system. -Don't worry about us.
[slow, suspenseful music]
[beeping]
[short beep]
MATCH CONFIRMED
[alarm beeping quietly]
SYSTEM ACTIVATION
ALARM ACTIVATED
[lasers swishing]
Harder?
Remind me, which ones?
[suspenseful music culminates and fades]
[birds chirping]
[rhythmical jazz music]
Hey. I really don't know how they got my phone number.
-[Krystyna] Look! -Girls!
-[Zofia] Hi, girls! -[indistinct greetings]
We've been waiting for you for so long!
Fuck me.
[rhythmical jazz music continues]
SDH subtitle translation by: Krzysiek Igielski