The ground approach is out because it's full of security measures.
The air approach as well, since it's on the ground floor.
But there is one more entrance.
The old sewers.
In order to bypass the security, we can access the gallery from below.
And according to these blueprints,
this one leads to the back, and from there, straight to the Venus.
We need to find a base for digging in this area.
I asked Tomek to take care of it.
Yeah. We need to limit the inner circle to a minimum.
Girls!
Have you seen my lotion?
What was that?
"Limit the inner circle"?
THE GREEN GLOVE GANG
-But listen… -Maria, not now.
We're very busy.
But it's very important.
I know. In an hour.
Well…
Well, at least give it a read.
Door open.
Have a nice ride down.
Close call.
If you let me go, I can get the Gang for you in a month.
I've got some info.
Tell her we've got info, too.
We need specifics.
You can read lips?
Specifics, please.
I know those three…
ladies are back in town.
They're up to something.
If you let me go, I'll figure out what it is.
And give them to you.
-It's a bad idea. -Then how did she know they were back?
Did she guess?
The media never mentioned the suitcase was stolen.
-The chief won't agree to let her go. -He doesn't need to know, Gujska.
Excuse me?
Mom told me in a letter to be brave and independent.
This is not what she meant.
Find the limp one!
I checked all ground-level venues in the vicinity.
All are occupied, all doing well, nobody's planning to leave within a month.
So, no point in overthinking this.
We've gotta steal the statue in transport.
When are they moving it?
-Is a moving target really better? -Chabrowa Street…
-We did steal the suitcase. -The Yakuza wasn't after the suitcase.
And we've got some casualties.
Well, that's not our fault.
Lameness is hereditary.
Ouch. Thanks, Auntie.
Hold on…
Hello.
Wanda Zięba, Our Town Daily.
Your letter about the shady supplement wholesaler
has been met with quite the interest…
Did the Gang write back?
Sadly not.
But we want to do a bigger story on the matter.
Could you spare me a moment?
Of course.
So, it's a pyramid scheme?
Exactly.
They needle you, talk in circles, confuse you.
And then you end up with boxes full of goop.
I know what you're thinking.
"Why won't he sell all those records and albums?"
They remind me of the best years of my life.
When I worked at the radio station.
I can't bring myself to do it.
-It's you! -Did I hook you up with someone as well?
I was better than a matchmaking company. To this day, I still get letters.
Yes, that's very nice.
Do you get a lot of them?
"If you hadn't played Szczepanik
on August 17th, 1983,
maybe I wouldn't have wasted my life with that fucker."
Wanna listen?
A bunch of silly cormorants.
The day is fading in a grey fog
The wind…
I'm moved.
…blowing raindrops from trees
A flock of cormorants tangled in flight…
Change places with me.
-But my leg hurts. -Sit here, stop whining.
Ouch!
Wanna bet she's gotten rusty?
Monogamy makes you lazy.
Excuse me, what does monogamy have to do with picking locks?
You don't think as much. No searching, no effort.
I guess it's like riding a bike…
The guineafowl is in the roost.
Okay, Kinga, hurry up!
I don't know if it's such a good idea to steal money from him.
It's not his money.
Watch and learn.
Get down!
Abort the mission!
-What's wrong? -Quickly! Someone's here!
Hey, isn't that our guy?
-Go distract him. -What?
Distract him!
Excuse me.
Excuse me. Have you got a light?
Damn, how about a smoke as well?
Man, do you want me to go to the liquor store for you as well?
Here you go.
Thank you.
Hobos aren't what they used to be.
Hello?
Please hear me out. It's important.
Today, 1 p.m., the supplement wholesaler Healthy Józek on Chabrowa Street.
One hell of a story.
Don't miss your chance.
I love the thrill.
Next, please.
Take a seat, please.
Take a seat!
It's like your second pension.
It's like your second pension!
HEALTHY MARIA
And a third one.
There's also a version for women.
So much?
Who am I gonna sell this much to?
It sells itself.
I'm sure you have a lot of friends.
Most of them are dead.
Do you know why?
Because they didn't take these!
Come with me. I'll walk you.
Slowly, slowly.
Health inspection. We've got a tip about increased levels of radioactive iodine.
-Hold on… -Everyone, leave immediately!
-I demand an explanation! -Leave!
-There's a threat to your life and health! -It's some kind of mistake!
Please don't touch me! I'm going to sue you!
I'm going to sue you! Take you to court! I can't go in here! It's dark here!
A high concentration of radioactive iodine was unexpectedly detected
at the Healthy Józek, and we have Mrs…
Mariola Pluskwa.
Where did this radioactive iodine come from in Our Town?
Our department suspects that the premises were renovated
using wallpaper robbed from deserted Pripyat.
Now we're talking.
That's not all.
They've been swindling pensioners for years,
getting them to buy boxes full of this shit.
-Excuse me. -Exactly, it's a disgrace.
-A con like that in the community center! -It's a disgrace.
So? When's our next heist?
When you get up from doing the splits.
More and more letters are coming in.
People really need us.
Well, if we chose the safer ones…
What do you think?
Girls, I…
No, we can't.
Not even a little side job?
Okay, let's focus on the task.
It'll be better this way.
That's a shame because I was going senile by sitting in Bieszczady.
Kinga!
My record!
I haven't seen a bigger one since that pike in 1974.
It was 90 centimeters!
You've got a lot in common.
While you were still on the prowl, you were also mostly interested in length.
-"We're sorry for the negligence." -Thank you.
"We'll try to make it up to everyone affected."
Excuse me.
Yes?
Have you recently seen someone here with…
a limp?
A limp?
I don't think so.
But I'll keep an eye out.
Thank you.
We've been pretty swarmed recently.
You're the fourth person today.
I think…
I've gotten back in touch with Mom.
I don't really believe that kind of stuff, but… she's haunting me.
-Recently, she even wrote me a letter. -Then ask her… about that person.
You can see much more from the afterlife.
Will this take long?
The wall?
How'd I know? If it falls, it fucking falls.
-You're interrupting the kiddies' nap. -We've got a problem.
It's a kindergarten.
-The kids need to have their rest! -I'll do what I can.
Yeah.
I mean… I obviously, completely understand your frustration.
And… I'll do what I can.
I get it's a renovation, but it's going too far.
Yes. I apologize. To you and all your kiddies.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
KINDERGARTEN COLORFUL GROUND SQUIRRELS
We've gotta think about soundproofing.
Where did you get these workers? Can they be trusted?
They can keep their mouth shut. And they're grateful for the job.
The slammer?
Ancient history.
For us all.
Hey.
I'm serious.
Stop looking back, or you'll go crazy.
We're done, boss.
Here. We have to get through here to get to the tunnels.
But… no drill is gonna get through this.
Four meters, at least!
-Tunnel boring machine or pyrotechnics. -And no way to be more subtle about it?
If I knew how to be more subtle, I'd become a poet.
-Get to the point. -I'll sing the same old tune.
We gotta fucking blast it.
Excuse me?
-Maybe your thugs could deal with it? -You're getting ahead of yourselves.
My people are not terrorists.
They didn't look like accountants.
Assault, extortion? Sure.
But blowing up walls without destroying the entire building?
We can deal with that.
-But it will take time. -Hold on.
There was this one guy.
An artist in his own right.
In 1994, on my behalf, he blew up my ex's lover's house.
There was nothing left. Ruins.
And it was almost impossible.
We lived in a duplex.
My walls remained unharmed.
How did he do it? I don't know.
But he did.
I'll try to reach out to him.
But that's still 150 decibels in the middle of the day.
-There's no way to be discreet. -What about at night?
There are only commercial premises in a half-kilometer radius.
And fewer witnesses.
-But there will still be more heat. -Right, only moles dig at night.
Then we need to mask the sound.
So?
Should we open a brothel or a discotheque?
Have you ever owned a club?
A club?
Do you know what an operation that is? We need equipment, catering.
-And, most of all, people. -We've already got people.
-Hey! -What?
Listen up, we need you.
Anybody want to help?
That's what I call senior engagement program.
Healthy Józek's gotta go.
Dear seniors.
As we all know, we are the most neglected social group.
Everyone doesn't give a shit about us.
But for the first time in history, it's our strength.
Because we won't attract attention.
For your own good, we won't clue you in on the details.
Zuza, Kinga, and I aren't officially here.
We'll be behind the scenes,
while you, during the day,
will be doing fictitious pierogi-making and crocheting classes,
and at night, fictitious very loud dance parties.
We'd like for you to stay with us,
but it'll be better for all of us if you all move here.
And most importantly, the bar is open with no limit!
-Bravo! -One more thing!
-Let's go. -Just to be clear.
Juice and vitamins. We don't want casualties.
I'm gonna run to the bar!
-Let's go. --Bravo.
Let's go, Basia. Come on.
Come on, dear. Let's go.
There's a new letter!
More people need the Gang's help.
But… Maria, the Gang is done.
The wholesaler thing was just on the fly.
At least read it.
LETTERS TO THE GREEN GLOVE GANG SOS – DOGGIES
K MASARZ: 9 ZANASZOMIEJSKA STREET BOMBER WILL BE THERE IN TWO HOURS
6 CISOWA STREET BIESZCZADY
REAL-ESTATE-BIESZCZADY.NET 6 CISOWA
SEARCHING… OWNER: KRYSTYNA JANICKA
WANTED
"SENIOR" SENIOR CITIZENS CLUB
They say you shouldn't say "senior" anymore.
It's not inclusive.
All my life, people kept saying "old coot."
And "senior," well, that's good. That's very good.
What are they gonna do, cancel us?
Ah.
-Stefan, will you help me? -Hello.
I was asked to come here to…
Get the party started.
Hello. Come in, please.
Oh, you're here?
No two ways about it.
So?
Can we make a deal?
Sure.
-When should I start? -Immediately.
-Isn't he the "Cormorants" guy? -Mm-hmm.
I owe my entire sex life to that guy.
To calm the nerves.
NIKOTGUM NICOTINE GUM
Henryk, you don't have to get me gifts.
And what about me?
Should I stay with you at the house or… move here?
It'd be better… for you to move.
For the good of the operation.
Shame.
Hey, you heard?
Silver is talking to the pigs.
That bitch.
Silver!
Pack your shit.
PENITENTIARY NUMBER 1 IN OUR TOWN
Dearest son.
When I wrote to you last time that you should be brave,
I didn't mean letting criminals out on nothing more than their word of honor.
They have no honor.
And it's important you remember that once and for all.
The only person who can help is a true friend.
That person is nearby.
You just have to notice them.
Just be careful who you trust.
Because sometimes your supposed friends
can turn out to be mortal enemies.