THE GREEN GLOVE GANG
Goodbye, everyone.
Next time, we'll work on perspective.
Goodbye.
-Goodbye. -Bye.
Guys… it's hard to be an artist, I'm telling ya.
An artist just has to paint, right?
And where's the joy?
I said demolish the wall, not fu… annihilate it.
What happened?
The bricks were brittle.
The bricks?
Or your skills?
Leave amateurs alone, and they will botch everything.
Twenty-eight…
Twelve…
Twenty-one…
Sixteen…
Twenty… one…
Just barely.
-Okay, we're almost ready to drill. -Acknowledged.
We're ready.
Detective Katarzyna Gujska, police. We'd like to talk to the boss.
The… boss?
The one with the limp.
One moment.
Let me get him.
Stop! Wait!
Stop, we've gotta hold.
The police is here.
Fuck.
-Girls, the tunnel! -Is this a coincidence or a sign?
They want to talk to the limping owner.
-Zuza, let's go. -Relax, I'll deal with it.
-Were you made? -They don't know me.
I met Marian after they left the Second Home.
Who from the police?
A… young redhead.
And, like, a grumpy… Humphrey Bogart.
That schmo, Alfred.
You see what I see?
Oh! Commissioner!
Oh, Mr. Masarz.
-Hello. -Masarz approached the Redhead and Bogart.
…or dancing?
I can see it's the bar. Here.
He's taking them to the bar.
Looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Chief Mireczek sent you?
Or is this your own initiative?
We're looking for… a man with a limp.
We received a tip about this place, but…
there was a mistake.
They're talking.
-I can't hear what about. -Is it a trap?
Hey, shaman!
Focus! What do you see?
What do you see?
I see a lot of vowels.
A…
Mireczek loves his reports, after all.
You've gotta give him something.
O…
E…
A…
And what?
And the Redhead's looking at Bogart, but… unimpressed.
No, no. We will go now.
When did that happen?
I mean the leg.
You know, I kind of forgot.
Maybe you can remember?
Maybe you can remind me of your name?
-Gujska, let's go. -Gujska?
Katarzyna Gujska.
Katarzyna Gujska. On Friday, I'll be playing cards with the chief.
I won't forget to commend you to your boss.
What am I doing wrong? Are the working conditions unsatisfactory?
Of course not. All that's missing are Fruit Thursdays.
Maybe the stakes are too low?
Should I rough up your son again? Or maybe one of you has some offspring?
One more slip-up like this one and I'll tighten the leash.
-A tax office that robs people. -No, you can't win with them.
Also, it's too close to the town center. We need something quick and secluded.
Well, how about… a priest?
There's some problem with the parish.
Enigmatic.
Zuza, what's wrong?
You know how much we're risking?
Would you stop an alpinist from climbing?
Girls!
We've gotta talk. Those dreams keep bothering me.
-I did a tarot-- -There she goes again.
-Well, everyone's got their vices. -I asked about us and got three swords.
Great. One for each of us.
Someone's gonna betray us.
Who?
What do I know?
But I'll keep my eye on everybody.
Don't worry. She has it in for Tomek.
Kinga…
We're the ones who betrayed her.
Slit.
Slit!
I want to make a call.
Hello?
Hi there, Mireczek.
Hello.
Just drop by for a drink sometime instead of sending your people.
-What people? -They came over, sniffing around.
The old guy, Alfred, and the young one, what's her name…
Basia?
You mean Gujska?
That's right.
Young and gutsy.
-Kasia? -I mistook her for a squirrel.
Well, I'm very sorry, Krzysiu.
I didn't send anyone.
That's what I thought.
That it had to be a mistake.
Come over, Mireczek. We'll have a drink, talk a little.
The Lovers…
What a fucked up solitaire.
OUR GALLERY EVACUATION PLAN ROTUNDA
Hello?
Marzena, is that you?
Who else?
Any progress?
The trap is set.
The three mice are coming.
New Year's Eve is coming. I want it now.
Give me a few days.
First, the Gang comes back. Now, the seniors.
-It can't be a coincidence. -Gujska, let it go.
We can't win with Masarz. And when the chief finds out, he's gonna…
-Has he called already? -Not yet.
So, theoretically… we don't yet know that we can't question them.
I came to the club to dance, just like anyone else.
Your favorite dance?
Waltz, twist, cha-cha-cha.
And macarena.
She's not lying. She knows a lot about it.
Could you get me some water? I'm parched.
Sure.
I know you own a house in Bieszczady. When were you there last?
A long time ago.
About… four years ago.
So, why order Our Town Daily for the past seven months?
Under the name of Saint Joan of Arc?
You think you're clever?
Show us some macarena steps.
I was with my partner in Sri Lanka.
Honeymoon.
For six months?
There was a lot of honey.
My wife's death.
Then my dog's.
I pressed something…
and it stopped working.
Do you know about that stuff?
Why did we see you in the club?
Saint Vitus appeared to me.
Told me to dance.
Macarena?
Names!
Names?
I can give you the cemetery plots.
The last six months?
Nothing has changed.
They were perfect.
I'm gonna start a drama club here.
That's great.
We'll be safe for at least a while longer.
Does that mean you won't be spending this night behind bars?
Henryk…
And not in handcuffs, either.
We have to catch up after that delay.
We also have a lot to catch up on.
It's getting frustrating.
Are you familiar with sculpting?
Sure.
But… it depends on what exactly you mean.
Masarz demanded the original statue in return for Tomek's safety.
We need to swap it with a copy to secure us some time for the getaway.
You want to steal a national treasure?
I want my son to live.
That reminds me.
I'm returning it.
It's sheer insubordination!
First, the interrogations, then you harass an upstanding citizen in his own club.
Chief, in that club, we found all the seniors who--
Alfred!
Leave us alone.
Tell me everything you know.
We interrogated all the elusive seniors.
After six months, they all suddenly reappeared in that club.
-It's not a coincidence. -What does that mean?
That Krzysztof Masarz could be part of the Gang case.
Detective, as of today, you're no longer assigned to this case.
Excuse me?
-Commissioner Alfred will handle it alone. -But--
No arguing!
If you interfere, no pregnancy is going to save you from a disciplinary hearing.
Come on! Come here.
BOGUS SHELTER SHUT DOWN FRAUD EXPOSED. WAS IT THE GANG?
Come out!
-Come out, you shit! -Show yourself, fucker!
-Come on! -Come out here!
-He's barricaded himself! -Come on!
Tear it all the fuck down!
You got it.
-Call Masarz. -Show yourself, you son of a bitch!
Where's the guy who painted this?
Show yourself!
You son of a bitch!
-I'll tear it down! -He's crazy.
-It's my husband. -Dump those records!
…this shitty club of yours!
-Who did this? -We don't know what you mean!
Who got my wife naked, huh?!
You look like the type. His eyes look like a sex addict's.
-Sir-- -Don't "sir" me.
All we paint is still life, and your wife is alive, after all.
You smart-ass!
I'm about to artistically redo your face, get it?
Janusz, stop!
I asked… your wife to pose for me.
Stop covering for him. He doodled this.
He can't tell Rococo from pneumococcus.
I asked Emilia to pose for a nude painting in the style of art déco.
What's wrong with you? Have you got a screw loose?
You're getting naked in front of a strange woman?
Well then…
Okay, it's time to say goodbye. We're going home.
The grandkids are coming.
And you promised little Kacper to make cabbage rolls.
-Come on. -I'm not coming back.
I'm staying…
with Krystyna.
We're…
seeing each other.
Wait, what?
You're dating a woman?
And I don't want to end this.
-Two broads together! -I'll be damned!
What a gal!
And the cabbage rolls for little Kacper?
Who will…
Let's go, Janusz.
With some old woman?
Apparently, you weren't up to the task.
Are the gentlemen leaving the party already?
Let's follow them.
Hold on, little guy. Get out of here.
We won't leave you alone. We're gonna find you a place.
I… don't have any money.
We'll figure something out.
You can earn it with your body. I mean, your figure.
We can all benefit from it.
I know it was you.
Good job!
What… was us?
The dogs.
I've got a new job for you.
It's about the parish.
Maria, we're not really the church-going type.
-But listen-- -No "buts."
Not a word to anyone else.
Not a word.
I'm here on behalf of the Green Glove Gang.
We read the letter.
We want to help.
So, it's true.
You are back.
Thank God.
Yes.
Full discretion…
and we'll be hunky-dory.
Women, especially during pregnancy, face intense stressors,
which is why we need to stretch regularly.
One, two, three!
Great! Let's keep going.
Hands above your head. Bend to the right. To the left. Great!
Stay with me just a bit longer.
Great!
Just one more moment.
Give me more!
You can do it!
Right! Left!
Wonderful! Stay with--
Alfred.
I can see you're having a hard time.
You think the investigation is done and that you've lost your footing.
I remember how much you love meatloaf. So, treat this time like…
it's a meat grinder.
…a meat grinder.
To get something really delicious,
all the difficult stuff needs to be ground down.
That pulp will turn into a great big loaf.
Its taste depends on the ingredients.
Let them be vigilance, cleverness, and good people around you.
Just like Detective Gujska.
She's on your side.
Keep her in the loop.
Use her wisdom, and you'll surely get far.
Lots of hugs!
Your mom.
We're drilling in three minutes.
Copy.
Gentlemen, no! Gentlemen, you can't do this!
Let me ask you again.
At what point did you think destroying my club was a good idea?
I didn't know it was yours… sir.
This is what you owe me for emotional damage.
In cash, the day after tomorrow.
But I don't have that kind of money, sir.
Then start scrimping. You'll save money on the dentist.
-Bruiser, time to drill. -No!
-Leave him alone! -No…
I wouldn't. One more word and the debt will become yours.
You're wasting your energy in vain.
Do you think that by this show of strength…
you command respect?
It usually did.
I considered you to be a classy man.
Not some neanderthal doing bloody displays.
Maybe it works on him.
It sure does.
To me, it's pitiful.
Do you know why?
It's a mask.
And an ill-fitting one.
Bruiser.
Let's get him out of here.
Get up.
-Gosh. -See you tomorrow.
Where are you off to?
Get out.
You always played with fire.
Look who's talking.
Girls with matches.
What do you mean?
Time to confess.
-To what? -Stop it.
She knows.
You had a vision?
No, I read about it.
We wanted to tell you.
I'd be the first to go save those dogs.
-At least dogs are loyal. -You were always against it.
-But it's no reason to break our pact. -Alicja, we had good intentions.
I've been wondering for a week who's going to betray me.
And who betrayed me?
My best friends.
We're ready.
Let's roll.
It hurt me.
Lucjan, play something.
Hello.
"SENIOR" SENIOR CITIZENS CLUB
You're free. Go your own way and never to return here again.
Thank you. I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you, really--
It's fine.
-I didn't know. -Come on.
Thank you.
I can go, right?