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If you treated us the way you treat those records of yours,
you wouldn't have to be alone today.
See you tomorrow.
There you go.
Totaled.
The insurance company has to pay up.
Take it.
Don't bother.
I didn't do anything. Why are you doing this?
You've got no business being in the Tatras.
I clearly told both Martin and Berci you shouldn't come here.
Ever.
Not for work, not for hiking, not for skiing.
Or you'd never leave.
Please don't. I'll pay.
How much?
And now, Peter Lipa and his Prom Queens.
Whenever I see the prom queens
I feel a powerful hunger
But the only problem is
I'd need to be a lot younger
Whenever I see the prom queens
Promenading down the street
I'd like to get to know them
And sweep them off their feet
Now they're no longer children
They don't need to show respect
They've thrown away their school books
Now it's fun that they expect
Whenever I see...
Out! Get the fuck out.
Skender sends his regards.
Police brutality. You're free.
We had to let your alleged suspect go
in exchange for not filing a criminal complaint against us.
- But I didn't-- - Shut up, Molnar!
You're a disgrace to the entire force.
What were you thinking, beating up a detainee?
Captain Miko.
Where's Miki this time?
I told him to be on time today, at least.
After all, he's gonna have a new guy here.
Damn it!
Christ Almighty!
What kind of circus is this? You have a mafia war in the Tatras.
The Rohypnol gang in Košice beat another guy to a pulp.
Schlesinger's calling you clowns in the paper.
But some of you can't even be bothered to come to work on time?
- What is this? - I was just making coffee. Sorry.
Lieutenant Ivan Molnar.
- He joined us from the city. - Igor.
Igor Molnar. But that doesn't matter.
Sorry. Igor, of course.
And Captain Miko will show him the ropes.
Well, then? Dismissed!
Hi, Zaneta. Turkish coffee and two small shots.
- What measure is the big one? - Two deciliters.
Now, listen carefully, partner.
I need to take care of some business while you keep watch here.
I'll come back for you later.
What am I supposed to watch out for? Those drunks?
You'll know it when you see it.
Even a rookie couldn't fuck this up.
AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY
Who's this dick you've lumbered me with? Who is this Molnar?
A good lad. But a complete dick.
Catches bad guys.
Sure, we're cops, we catch bad guys.
But he doesn't know when to stop.
Last time he took in one of Skender's men...
the boss had to suck Skender's dick on the phone for half an hour.
He got pissed off and sent the kid upstairs.
Thanks for that, you fuckers.
Because he told me, you know? I was with him.
Yeah, so I told him what we were going to do next.
You're giving it to that investigator, yeah?
Yeah, the one we're going to kick in the balls.
- You'll kick him in the balls tomorrow? - Yeah.
If you do that, I'll give you a big kiss.
A lot of missing persons here.
Some prick from Berci's gang came to see his chick, and nobody's seen him since.
A lot of people go missing here.
Czechs especially.
The mountains are treacherous at this time of year.
It's spring.
Mountains are dangerous in winter.
Now they're just treacherous.
I need to know if there's going to be a war.
Our bonuses are shit when there are corpses lying in the streets.
But I'm sure you still remember that.
There won't be any corpses here. I don't leave a mess.
But if you want to know about the city, ask Martin Fuchs.
He's the boss in Poprad.
Not here anymore?
The Tatras are mine.
Martin and I were partners till that jerk teamed up with Berci.
Now they're in cahoots with SIA guys.
I know the security services.
When they need you, they give you everything.
But in the end, they take everything.
Even your life.
They all know not to come here.
Because they won't leave.
Hi, kid. How was your day?
It's time to agree on the rules.
My name is Igor, you jerk.
I'm Moly to my friends. To pricks, I'm Lieutenant Molnar.
So make your choice and stick to it.
Okay, Moly.
Now, listen.
Sometimes I'll work on my own.
Because I don't know you yet,
Moly.
The word going round is that you're a clean son of a bitch.
So maybe you can be trusted.
Except if they wanted to put a mole on me,
that's exactly what they'd tell me.
That you're a dick who's bad for business.
You get that, right?
I thought we were partners.
You trust me?
Are you nuts? Don't you want to make it to retirement?
You can only get screwed by someone you trust.
Tomorrow I can stay at home rather than sitting at Patkan Bar.
They could've made you a beat cop, and you'd be dealing with stolen bicycles.
But they transferred you to us
because they're hoping you'll fuck up so they can get rid of you.
So, Moly, until you see reason, you're gonna sit in this bar.
'Cause you know what, partner?
I may treat my partners like shit,
but I still drive them home every evening.
Alive.
All right.
Well?
MIND THE BAD COP
- What is it? - My Favorit's been stolen.
Car or bicycle?
I've got ten years of payments to go. Fuck it.
License plate, color?
Well.
So in addition to stealing, we have illegal gun possession.
You'll do five years.
Then you'll be sent back to Serbia, and they'll know what to do with you.
We can either do this by the book or like friends.
"Like friends" means the Favorit in the yard
will be returned to where you took it today.
Polished, with a full tank,
and a trunk full of good liquor.
And I'll be drinking it too.
- So no cheap stuff. - What's this all about?
We return the car to the victim, and the bastard goes to jail.
Listen, partner, you have a choice too.
Either we do it my way, like friends,
or you can do things by the book, but at Patkan Bar.
How you gonna give the car back?
Washed. Full tank. New radio. Pioneer or Sony.
Alarm.
And a trunk full of alcohol.
Is Zubrowka all right?
Take the cuffs off.
What was that for?
Just putting the facts in line with your statement.
- Hey, Zaneta... - Leave me alone!
Hey, boys? Don't you need any help?
There's nothing for you to do here.
Get off! Get off!
Closing time.
Close up and come with us.
Forget the tears, dear
Let's go and play some games
People aren't all bad
But humanity should be ashamed
Forget the tears, dear
Let's go and play some games
People aren't all bad
But humanity should be ashamed
So much stuff gets stolen
So much money spent
God wanders through the streets
Looking for a place to rent
Checkbooks rustle in the rain
The answer to all our prayers
The lion lies down with the lamb
The victims with the slayers
Forget the tears, dear
Let's go and play some games
People aren't all bad
But humanity should be ashamed
Kids go back to school
They bring their teacher flowers
The world is going to end soon
It might be years, it might be hours
Thugs set fire to an angel
Right in front of the church
The devil pours out vodka
Things will only get a lot worse
Forget the tears, dear
Let's go and play some games
People aren't all bad
But humanity should be ashamed
Don't drink if you can't hold it.
Fuck.
Come on!
Where's Zaneta?
Which Zaneta?
Fuck, what's that doing there?
Miki?
Mickey Mouse.
Fuck!
Did you see? All whores from Lolita
were spinning around Irish gangsters yesterday.
Berci's up to something.
We have company.
Skender Spahija.
What's this about? The stolen car?
Go have a smoke.
Eyes peeled, hand on your gun.
If they start anything, don't fuck about.
But don't provoke them unnecessarily.
Do we have a problem?
No problem, Miki.
You helped a friend find his car. No problem.
That's normal.
Someone's bringing in some heroin.
Two kilos of heroin.
Someone treading on your toes?
My heroin isn't your problem. It goes abroad.
It's a German problem.
This is cheap Turkish heroin.
It'll stay in Košice. It'll be all over the streets.
Who?
Sani Rostas.
Berci's brother-in-law.
Berci wants to get into heroin?
What the fuck's he playing at?
I can deal with this, but not without a war.
You deal with it. You'll get a promotion.
You'll be a hero.
The car and the time of arrival from Istanbul.
I don't have a problem.
You don't have a problem.
Everyone's H-A-P-P-Y.
That's him.
SLOVAKIA WILL BE OURS
Three to base.
The package has crossed the border,
but it's got a tail.
Three, stick with the package.
Watch that tail. Keep your distance and take turns.
Action!
On the ground, bastard!
- Hands behind your head! - I'm a fucking cop!
- Is he gonna be okay? - Yeah.
Are you nuts, Miki? What were you doing here?
I got a tip-off they were smuggling guns.
You're in no position to fuck me about.
Why are you sticking your nose into our drugs?
Drugs? Since when does Berci's gang do drugs?
I only know about Yugoslavian M70s.
It's easier to buy a submachine gun in Serbia
than a kilo of heroin in Istanbul.
You know what, Miki? Fuck off and be glad I was here.
How's the youngster?
He'll survive.
Tell him not to reach for his gun when he gets in the way of special ops.
Wait a minute.
You got a bad tip-off. Fair enough.
If you sort it out with the doctors, I'll forget about it.
Good morning, Doctor. Police, Captain Miko.
My colleague's here, Igor Molnar. I just want to know how he is.
Blow to the head.
And not the first time, judging by the way he's acting.
Want to get rid of him?
We don't do euthanasia.
Not even at police request.
I'll take him.
There's no record of him at admissions.
He's suffered head trauma.
He could have a brain hemorrhage.
We're in the middle of an undercover police operation.
I don't think you want the mafia knocking on your door.
All right.
But stay with him.
Wake him up every hour and check he's not delirious.
Thank you.
If you ever need anything, here's my number.
If you're worried something's wrong,
feel free to call.
There's a number for the ward and for the doctor's office.
And the third one?
My home number.
If you want to stop talking shit, you can invite me out for dinner.
Tell me what it was really all about.
A "great triumph" for the national narcotics unit:
They found a whole seven grams of white powder on Berci's cousin
for personal use.
Seven grams? It was supposed to be kilos, wasn't it?
It was a textbook play.
Someone from the family who miraculously still has a clean record
took the heat for the seven grams.
He gets off with probation,
the narcotics unit record a score,
and Berci has to pay up for the fact that it was only seven grams
and not the two or three kilos they seem to have flushed down the toilet.
They destroyed the evidence?
Are you crazy?
They sold it to Skender at wholesale.
They screwed us all over. Fuck it.
This was Skender's scheme, no doubt.
Only he could have tipped off both me and the narcotics unit.
He knew it'd be chaos and hoped we'd shoot each other.
But he'll cross our path again.
What's the point of us if we can't stop a gang
that spikes people's drinks with Rohypnol and robs them?
Miko, Molnar, you're taking over this case.
- But-- - But what?
Molnar, you've worked on this at the district level as well.
I want results by the end of the month.
Otherwise, it'll reflect on your performance review.
Dismissed!
You still haven't changed your mind about the public prosecutor thing?
No.
So what's all this rubbish for?
Shows we're busy, doesn't it?
I've got all the files on the Rohypnol robberies,
and let me tell you, the gang idea is bullshit.
It's someone working solo, and maybe a woman.
The Rohypnol Chick?
The Rohypnol Phantom.
It occurred to me that you could get to know the better side of special ops.
We could do a raid on Skender.
Wait a minute. We are to work on the Rohypnol gang.
Sure.
We got a tip-off they'll be operating at Skender's club again tomorrow night.
What do we love?
We love sex
It's good for you and good for me
Save your prayers
And get up off your knees
The Middle Ages didn't end
We're still medieval
We're black angels
And you are primeval
We love sex
Rain drips from our feathers
You don't care about
Bad food or bad weather
Squad one.
On three.
Squad two.
In position.
Squad one in position.
We're going in.
We love sex
It's good for you and good for me
Save your prayers
And get up off your knees
The Middle Ages didn't end
We're still medieval
We're black angels
And you are primeval
Police! On the ground!
On the ground, you asshole!
Hey, leave him! Get the fuck off him! I know him!
Who is it?
Pali Schlesinger, a journalist.
Off his head.
Palo, Palo...
Pali, wake up. Pali.
He's not responding.
Stay here with him till he comes round.
Check out what we found on him.
Ow! That's not mine.
The prick was telling the truth. Someone slipped it to him.
We couldn't have gotten usable prints from it anyway.
We're idiots.
She was there.
- The Rohypnol Chick? - Yeah.
The victims don't remember anything, but the bartenders noticed something.
Once a secretary type, then a punk,
a brunette with big tits, a flat-chested blonde...
So any woman between 18 and 30.
Yeah.
I wonder what she wanted with Pali.
Being punched by one of our guys was a better outcome for him.
And did you get anything out of him?
Did he notice the girl or not?
No.
If you wanted to get me drunk, you shouldn't have taken me to a fancy place.
It'd be a disgrace if a lady got drunk here.
My local pub is the opposite extreme.
Show me where you drink,
and I'll tell you who you are.
You don't want to go to Patkan, trust me.
Did you want the bill?
Imre, my dear, call us a cab, please.
No need for a taxi. I'm here by car.
You've been drinking.
I'd like to see the guy who'd give me a Breathalyzer.
I'm not getting in the car with someone who's been drinking.
Ever.
Out of the question.
Either we call a cab
and come back for your car in the morning,
or you go to the bar alone.
We'll be back for the car in the morning?
The two of us?
- Imre, my dear. - Yes?
Call us that cab.
Where to, sir?
Patkan Bar.
Yes, sir.
Even drunk, I'm a better driver than any taxi driver.
I've reversed further than most people have ever driven.
I had a brother.
He was knocked down by the son of a big cheese.
Pissed out of his head, driving like a lunatic.
Our father was a lawyer.
But the bastard got off with a suspended sentence
because his dad was high up in the Communist Party.
Now he's a staunch capitalist.
And his son?
Still driving.
But doesn't drink anymore.
Now he snorts coke.
It left my dad a broken man.
He quit his job as a lawyer.
And when I wanted to go to law school,
he said over his dead body.
Your father's a wise man.
Yeah, he is.
He wouldn't like you.
What about you?
Maybe.
If I have a few more drinks,
maybe I will.
Rough night, Captain?
Wait, did we...
Yeah. We had a few drinks.
No, I meant if we...
If you tell me you don't remember, I'll make a scene.
Do you remember doing a striptease in the bar and shooting at the ceiling?
- I did what? - I'm kidding.
I had ten rums, you only nine, and then we went to your place.
Don't fucking do this to me.
Don't talk to me like that just because I slept with you on the first date.
I didn't mean it like that.
Given what you look like today, you weren't bad last night.
Give me ten minutes, and I'll show you what I can do when I'm conscious.
Those ten minutes you have for a shower.
In the meantime, I'll call a cab.
I'm a big girl,
but Sunday lunch with my parents is sacred.
But then you can come back for me.
What's the address here?
Hi.
Listen, Miki. There's definitely something in those files.
Nobody ever treated it like a single case.
The investigation was passed from one cop to another.
Everyone just waited for the perp to make a mistake
or get busted for something else and then just stop.
Well, standard procedure.
That's what I suggest as well.
But the boss expects results.
The boss gets his period once a month and demands results.
Then his period's over, and we carry on as usual.
Listen, that girl's taking the piss out of us.
You don't even know if it's a girl.
I know.
You've fallen in love with her or something?
She's dangerous. She shouldn't be free to roam the streets.
Keep going through the paperwork, but I'm going into the field.
My wife says hi. Take it.
They're good with schnitzel.
Don't worry. It's not poisoned.
If I wanted to kill you, I'd just shoot you.
From behind.
Thank you.
What's up? I'm guessing you weren't just inviting me for lunch.
You wanted Martin Fuchs.
You can get him on a financial crime.
Credit fraud.
I don't know shit about financial crime.
Check out his Chingov hotel.
The one he renovated a year ago?
Go see the director of VIB Bank in Poprad.
He lent him the money, and now he's got a problem.
He's waiting to hear from you.
You know we don't do financial crime.
But I'll think of something.
At least hold him in custody for a few weeks,
and I'll do the kind of tidying up you can't.
I don't have to fuck about.
There'll be no more shootings, burned-out cars or dead bodies.
Hello?
It's me. How's it going?
It's right there in the files, but nobody thought it was important.
The perp doesn't just take the victims' money.
What else, then? Their virginity?
They also lost their car keys. But the cars stayed where they were.
Maybe the girl takes them as souvenirs, trophies.
And what does this mean?
I don't know.
Congratulations on the progress, then.
Be in Poprad within the hour. I'll wait in the square in front of VIB.
I guess you know who Martin Fuchs is.
He borrowed $20 million from us and isn't repaying it.
Last Wednesday, he barged into my office and threatened
and even assaulted me.
You didn't know who Fuchs was?
This is a small town, Captain.
I'd never give him credit,
but I got a call from the head office that it was agreed to at the top.
So why did he attack you?
Fuchs was defaulting, so our lawyers sent him a warning letter.
A few days later he barged in,
called me names,
hit me, and shouted that he would take me down.
Who does that prick think he is?
I can only be dismissed by the board.
"Take down" doesn't mean "dismiss."
A lot of businessmen have gone missing, haven't they?
You know how it goes.
No body, no murder.
Not even a statistic.
And nobody gives a shit.
You'll go to work one day and never come home.
Got a family?
After a couple of years, they can have you declared dead.
Other big-shots have gone down, and nobody batted an eyelid.
But we can protect you.
It would help us a lot if we had a copy of the loan agreement
and the letters you sent Fuchs.
You'll get everything you need.
And I'll testify.
Police!
Get on the ground!
What the fuck is this? Who do you think you are, you fucking cunt!
You're a dead man!
Captain Miko, Organized Crime division.
We have a search warrant.
Catch your breath, and then you'll sign the paperwork.
We'll forget about this assault on a police officer,
but don't try it again.
Do you understand, Mr. Fuchs?
Yes.
Oh, shit.
Come and take this stuff.
This looks like illegal gun possession.
And is that cocaine or heroin?
Martin Fuchs,
I'm holding you on suspicion of illegal possession of a weapon
and production, possession and trafficking of narcotics.
Miki, check this out.
- You know what? - What?
This document states that all state authorities,
institutions and firms are to cooperate with Mr. Martin Fuchs
in whatever way they can to support his projects
for the development of business and tourism in the High Tatras region.
- So what? -"So what"?
This is the fucking cabinet office letterhead.
Look who signed it.
Shit.
I reckon you'll be better off with us after all, Mr. Fuchs.
Because your friends won't thank you for keeping this document in a safe
with an arsenal of illegal weapons and two kilos of drugs.
Bag everything, and don't forget his car. Let's go.
I can't understand why he signed it.
The leader of the government, the party and the universe
signs a document like that for a gangster?
They'll take him down for this.
If he wants to survive, he has no choice but to cooperate with us.
I don't know.
Whoever gave it to him must have been damn sure they had it all under control.
- All what under control? - Everything.
Everyone.
They don't have us.
Fuck.
And you call me a bad driver.
Fuck you.
Who is it?
Security service. I was expecting them, but not so soon.
What's this?
Did you shit yourself from those two rats, or does Seman still stink?
You never could rid of the stench when he worked here.
Fucking prick...
Easy. If you want to get beaten to shit by Captain Miko,
do it when you're off duty.
Slovak Intelligence Agency. Let's all calm down, okay?
When you find your balls
and want to discuss it further, you know where to find me, prick.
Miki, shut up.
You've caused enough trouble today.
Molnar, bring in the detainee.
Molnar!
That's not a request, it's an order.
Thank you for your cooperation.
But we're taking over from now on.
Want it broken?
Well, prick?
Miki, go inside. Wait for me in your office.
Molnar, you'll help the gentlemen from Slovak Intelligence Agency
move all the seized evidence into their car.
They can't do that, for fuck's sake.
They can.
They just did.
Zaneta, give me more on my tab.
Don't be a cunt.
Never say that word again.
"Cunt"?
"Tab."
Are you crazy?
How could they be so fucking fast?
We didn't even manage to make phocoto-- photocopies.
That's why they were so fast. They nipped it in the bud.
No copies, no testimony, nothing. We ain't got nothing.
Miki, I swear, I'm not gonna stand for this.
No fucking way.
What do you intend to do, Einstein?
Let's call Schlesinger.
Have him write it all up. See?
You out of your mind?
Do you want them to take him down?
This is something bigger.
Berci doesn't want SIA protection because of his brothel.
Something's about to go down, I'm telling you.
Let's go! You've had enough.
Are you listening to me, Miki?
I'm not gonna stand for this. They can't get away with everything.
Let's go home.
Tell me we're not gonna stand for this.
Go to bed. We'll discuss it tomorrow.
Say we won't.
Okay, okay. Go to bed!
Okay, I'm going to bed.
"Prime minister," seven letters? Ends in R.
M-E-C-I-A...
Premier.
Cognac. A large one.
- That's a large one? - Yes, sir.
Go fuck yourself. Give me a double.
Hi, honey. I'm Lea.
Will you buy a thirsty girl a drink?
You know who you are?
Lea?
No. I'll tell you who you are.
A dirty whore.
A dirty mafia whore.
You want a drink?
- Fuck off, mafia whore. - That's enough.
Get your hands off me! You know who I am?
Igor Molnar, Organized Crime division.
To pricks like you, I'm Lieutenant Molnar.
You're all whores.
You're all dirty mafia whores. Fuck you.
One more. I'm not gonna stand for it.
Take the girls and get out the back. I'll handle this.
I'm not gonna let it happen.
Let's go.
- Fuck you all. - Hey, Berci.
It's me, Dusi.
Sorry to call now, but we've got a problem.
What the fuck? Is there a fire?
Miki, stop!
- Did he kill someone? Where is the jerk? - Miki, leave it!
They tried to revive him.
Celebrating, asshole?
Here! Here's your fireworks!
Miki!
Let go of me! Fuck!
Calm down!
You broke Erik's arm.
He shouldn't have grabbed me.
He saved your ass, you jerk.
If you'd hit someone,
you'd be dealing with a military prosecutor, not me.
What happened to Moly?
He was as pissed as a Russian.
He had three per mille in him.
He drove into a wall.
You saw it yourself.
All I saw was a small knock.
You want to sweep this under the rug?
Yeah, I want to sweep this under the rug.
I want to sweep your fuck-up under the rug.
Last night I had to suck the dicks of two internal affairs officers
who saw you shoot at a car.
I begged them to let it go.
You're welcome.
You haven't taken a vacation in two years,
so I hereby order you to take your vacation.
Sign this and go to hell before I get angry.
What do I tell his parents?
They already know.
Are you crazy? This is a hospital.
Dr. Solcova.
Miki...
What happened?
Moly.
The accident last night? Was that him?
- Yeah. - It's all over the radio.
It wasn't an accident.
I was at the scene of the crash.
An insurance company would have laughed in your face.
But our unit is going to log it as a fatal accident.
Do you know anyone from the coroner's office?
Yeah.
A classmate. Not certified yet.
They certainly didn't give this to him.
Maybe that's a good thing.
They sure didn't send someone to tell him, "What's the point?"
Perhaps he'll tell us the truth.
- Hi. - Hi, Miki.
I was on night shift. Just got up. Come in and have a drink.
Maybe next time.
Can you help me with something?
I need to borrow your Favorit car. For a couple of days.
For you, anything.
Great.
The boss did it himself.
It says here that the car had a wooden steering wheel
that shattered on impact, impaling him.
Does that makes sense to you?
I've seen all kinds of things here.
Don't you want to take a look?
With your own eyes?
Do you see what I see?
Those fucking bastards.
This here is a load of bullshit.
- I already knew that. - If it were a crash,
he must have hit...
a bulldozer.
Three times,
from three different sides.
I think he was beaten to death.
But without an autopsy, I can't say for sure.
There was no autopsy.
They just stripped him, washed him and left him on the table.
They wouldn't have touched him.
Whatever's in that report, it's completely made up.
DRUNK COP CRASHED
- Here you are. - Thank you.
How could he have crashed there?
It's straight and flat.
And right by his house?
Moly didn't die in a car crash.
You don't say.
How about this?
Moly was at Lolita last night.
Berci's brothel. He had a conflict there.
What the fuck?
He was drunk and making a scene.
They sent all the girls home.
Then he was found in a crashed car a short way away, on a straight road.
Where did you hear that?
There are three girls living opposite me.
Two of them work in the new hospital.
The third one works in Lolita.
We're kind of friends.
She has coffee and a smoke in my flat every morning.
- Coffee and a smoke, yeah? - Yeah.
- And a neighborhood discount too? - It's not like that.
These are your well-informed sources?
I can see why you write such crap.
Moly didn't kill himself in the car.
Someone beat him to death.
Then crashed his car into a wall and put him behind the wheel.
If your girl is telling the truth, we know both who, why and where.
Let's go.
Right. Right.
Left.
Right, left.
To the body.
Right, left.
Take a break.
Hi, Sura.
I haven't seen you for ages.
Can I do some sparring?
You? Anytime.
But I don't know if you'll find an opponent here.
I'll take on all of them.
But not those two. They're scary.
I've seen you in better shape.
Let me have Teddy Bear.
Don't worry. I won't kill him.
I'm not afraid of what happens in the ring.
I'm afraid of what'll happen afterwards.
That's the point, Sura.
Tell them who they're going to be taking on.
It's better here, where I won't kill anyone.
I'd like to introduce you to Miki Miko.
My best but laziest student.
Today, one of you is gonna show him the difference between a trained athlete
and a lazy cop who smokes and drinks.
You, Teddy Bear.
Tear him to pieces.
Fuck him up.
Where the fuck is Dodi?
- Went to try out that new girl. - I told you to wait for me here
and not fuck around in the rooms with the hookers.
Did you get an explosive?
Yeah.
You've been sitting on it?
What the fuck is wrong with all of you?
What if it went off?
It won't, because it doesn't have an electric detonator.
What?
The bastard didn't have any.
He put in a normal fuse, like in cowboy movies.
This is like Tom and fucking Jerry.
Fucking comedy.
Why can't we just set fire to it, like the others?
The dynamite cost more than his crappy car.
Any jerk can set fire to a car.
But when somebody uses a bomb, that's serious business, see?
Because the next one could go off under your balls.
Stop talking shit
and go sort out what you fucked up.
You'll pay for the explosives yourself,
for getting beaten up like a punk.
How does it help my image when you get fucked up by some clown?
Here. Have one and go.
A Favorit, for fuck's sake. That's a bicycle, not a car.
The prick said that once we light the fuse,
we have two minutes, two and a half tops, yeah?
- Yeah. - Right.
What's the car's license number?
How do I know? You can see it with your own eyes, can't you?
What about that one?
I just have the address and that it's red Favorit.
- Just chuck it somewhere. - Why me?
The bomb was your idea, wasn't it?
- It's you Miki beat up, your problem. - You're a dick!
Fuck!
Go!
Don't worry. It's not yours.
I know, but I almost had a heart attack.
But it's probably a good idea to park it across the street for a few days.
You think they'll come back?
Well, they sent the message...
they don't care whose car it was.
But keep it out of sight for a while. Good night.
Seman, you recommended that prick as an agent.
Mester,
you're fully responsible for Operation Nabokov.
I'm not interested in excuses.
Now get out of here, so that imbecile doesn't see you.
We have one MP, but not from an opposition party.
He is not one of ours, exactly. He's just from the coalition.
Can you kindly explain to me
what happened in your brothel?
- You mean the dead cop? - No.
The gonorrhea epidemic.
Well, Dodi always takes the girls to a room
because Berci lets him have it for free,
and he won't wear a rubber, but he still... he always...
Well, you know what I mean.
Tamas, are you retarded?
How could it happen that a cop was beaten to death in front of your eyes?
Why didn't you just call the cops? They'd have dealt with him.
We must never call the cops, not even if there's shooting.
Berci's orders.
If there's a problem I can't solve, I call him.
If he doesn't answer, I call Teddy Bear or Dodi.
Couldn't you have dropped him off some roof
to make it look at least somewhat believable?
I told them to bury him somewhere. But they don't listen to me.
A war with the cops is the last thing we need right now.
Initiative, Tamas.
An agent in the field has to show initiative.
To make decisions.
He must be able to improvise.
Otherwise, he's no use to me.
Thank you.
At least you're back at work.
You'd have drunk yourself to death at home.
Fuck the job.
Uniformed mafia.
They can fuck off.
You can put your shoes on yourself.
What do I tell them?
You just say, "My condolences." That's all.
To them, it was just an accident. They don't know anything.
- That's even worse, isn't it? - For them? No.
It would be worse if they knew he was beaten to death and nobody cared.
It was my job to make sure nothing happened to the rookie.
Act like you don't know me.
Are you crazy? You tired of life, you prick?
Drive, asshole!
Turn off here.
Keys.
Turn around.
Spread your legs. Hands on the roof.
Two steps back.
I said two!
There's a bottle of liquor in back. Get it.
Sit on your ass and drink.
I said drink!
I don't drink piss.
You can drink it, or I can handcuff you,
take off your pants and pour the liquor into your ass,
leaving the bottle in there like a cork.
It'll be quicker.
I don't care. Take your pick.
Cheers...
prick!
What is it?
What have you fucked up now? You illiterates.
Dodi...
Dodi's dead.
Died in a car crash.
He was found at 4:00 a.m. on Jahodna Street.
He crashed his car, the jerk!
You're not kidding me, are you?
What the fuck was he doing on Jahodna Street?
Well?
I don't know, Berci.
I don't understand.
What is this shit?
Wait here.
I'm gonna call Kabel and have him come here right now.
Have a candy.
What the fuck happened there?
Well?
- I'm telling you, it's karma. - Shut the fuck up.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
I don't believe in God,
the devil...
or karma.
But I don't believe in coincidences either.
Don't blaspheme in my house!
Fuck it!
I'm just saying it was revenge for the dead cop.
Dodi's car was smashed to pieces. He didn't have a fucking chance.
But I know a man who can total a car
and climb out without a scratch.
Sometimes he does it for cash
when someone wants an insurance payout.
Who?
Your new friend.
Miki Miko.
- The dead cop's partner. - Fuck!
Fine.
If he wants a war,
he'll have a war.
He'll go down too.
If you want him out the way,
you have to get someone in from outside.
You and all your people
need a bulletproof alibi.
So why don't you sort him out, pal?
'Cause if I go down,
so will you.
I'll take you all with me.
I guarantee it.
Come on.
Hurry up.
Thank you for the tour.
I teach Slovak. I don't know much technology,
but you make it sound so interesting.
I could listen to you all day.
I'm just standing in for a colleague.
My specialty is old mechanical toys.
Toys?
Toys.
I collect and restore them.
For museums, but also privately.
Can I see them anywhere?
At my house.
But I guess you're not from around here.
We're here on a school trip till the day after tomorrow.
How was the traffic?
I don't do cops.
You don't do kids.
You do everyone else.
Anyone who did a cop got caught.
It's not a question of if, but when.
I'll take care of his colleagues. You can forget about them.
You'll be working for the agency,
except Farkas will pay for it.
- Okay, but-- - I'm very glad...
you don't take cop jobs.
It's good to know there are still a few people with brains left.
But you're gonna do this one.
And who the fuck are you?
Some lawyer?
It's arranged.
The Engineer will fix Miko.
It's arranged.
The Engineer will fix Miko.
He asked for double the money.
- Yes? - Mail for Captain Miko.
It's arranged.
The Engineer will fix Miko.
He asked for double the money.
Greedy prick.
But he'll fix him.
And who is the Engineer?
No one knows,
but he's the best.
A real sadist.
I heard about this Chechen guy he...
Nothing.
He'll get in touch when he's ready.
But it will only be a few hours before.
And we'll get you a bulletproof alibi.
Hi, love.
I'm gonna have to go away for a while.
I'm sorry, but...
you can't stay here any longer.
...but it will only be a few hours before.
And we'll make you a bulletproof alibi.
Berci, Teddy Bear and that motherfucker, Kabel.
I know.
But who is the Engineer?
A smart guy.
Expensive but reliable. Works for the SIA.
I reckon he gets contracts approved by them
so he doesn't tread on the wrong toes, you know.
I see.
How do I find him?
He'll come to you.
I'm supposed to sit around, waiting to get my brains blown out?
Better start using your brains.
The Engineer is clever and flexible.
He can kill you with a rifle at 200 yards but also with a knife up close.
But he overthinks things.
That's good?
For you, yes.
I'd empty a whole magazine into you.
But the Engineer plans and designs. That's why they call him that.
He minimizes risks.
No casualties, no surprises, so...
see who's watching you.
And then?
Surprise.
Good evening, Doctor. I'd like an urgent consultation.
Heartache, Captain?
Or is it that erectile dysfunction?
Toxicology.
Aren't we going to your place?
We're going to my work.
Sexy.
Do you have handcuffs too? And will you put on a uniform?
Why don't we go to my place?
I can dress like a nurse.
Simi... this is serious.
Will you finally tell me what's going on?
I remembered how Moly and I worked on the Rohypnol Phantom.
Moly was convinced it was a chick.
She put Rohypnol in people's drinks,
robbed them, and smashed them in the face with a knuckle-duster.
We almost got her.
I guess that's when she got scared and packed it in.
Moly was obsessed with her.
Clever stuff, that Rohypnol.
And I was thinking...
you could probably get hold of it easily in your hospital.
I knew it.
You knew what?
That you'd figure it out.
Fuck!
Car keys, trophies, souvenirs.
Moly, you were right.
Captain Miko's girlfriend is the Rohypnol Chick?
You didn't know?
I'm such a stupid cow!
I'm sorry. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of thief.
Robber.
The penalty for armed robbery is much harsher.
I have to tell you how it happened.
Wait. Let me solve the case.
You picked people who were drinking and had their car keys out.
You saw that they were going to drive drunk.
You put a Rohypnol pill in their drink--
Dormicum. And other goodies.
All liquids.
Okay, whatever. You dragged them off somewhere,
then settled scores for your brother.
You took their car keys
but also their money to make it look like an ordinary robbery.
Yes and no.
It wasn't revenge for my brother.
Any one of those assholes could have killed someone.
The money...
I had better uses for it than those jerks.
Charity? Wait, let me guess.
Kids with cancer.
Yes, but also costumes,
coats,
handbags...
It's not enough for a girl to be smart.
She has to look good too.
There's just one thing I don't understand.
What about the journalist?
He doesn't even have a driver's license.
The crap he wrote pissed me off.
What gang? I worked alone.
But that the idiot sat there for a few hours with a soft drink,
and when he finally ordered a cocktail, you came bursting in.
How come I didn't see you?
You did.
But you didn't recognize me.
You were too busy with Schlesinger.
Some idiot in uniform checked my ID.
I was sweet, elegant,
and I've got letters after my name.
He didn't even take down my details.
The dick.
You'd have done the same in his place.
Yeah?
But I'd have asked for your phone number as well.
I need that cocktail of yours.
Farkas's people have hired an assassin to kill me.
Tonight.
Get rid of everything. Don't even keep a penknife on you.
Oh, shit.
Was this Berci's idea?
Definitely.
Fucking hell.
What advice did you give him, exactly?
To act like dicks.
They took it literally.
They are dicks!
At least the cops will get to batter someone.
- Miko. - Lieutenant Valent, Prešov.
I've got a problem here,
and I thought you might be able to help me with it.
Call on Monday. I just clocked off, and I've got plans.
Listen here, dickhead.
I've got your city's whole underworld handcuffed in the corridor.
So kindly get your ass over here.
But hurry, or we'll just let them walk out the door.
Welcome, buddy.
Lieutenant Valent. Lubo Valent.
But feel free to call me Crazy.
Miki.
Hey, don't hit the detainees here.
Next time tell me, and I'll take them somewhere private.
And don't get any ideas, prick.
Right, what's this circus all about?
I've got no idea.
They killed your partner.
He died in a car crash.
That's what I heard.
He got drunk with Elvis Presley and Tina Turner and drove into a wall.
I don't know what they're up to.
I'd say they want to stay here in our cells.
Like they're scared of something out there.
Or someone.
Could you keep them here? Just till morning.
I figured you'd want them outside.
It occurred to me they're scared shitless of you.
Do I look like I could take down Berci and his whole gang?
Yeah.
Above all, I thought you might have some other colleagues with balls.
- Can you keep them here? - Who's after them?
I really don't know.
You want to keep them for yourself?
All right.
I'll put them down for disorderly conduct.
No prosecutor's going to want to take it any further, of course.
But I'll keep them here...
forty-six hours.
I'll leave you in Lieutenant Valent's care.
He'll keep an eye on you. I don't have time for you.
I've got a meeting with an engineer today.
Berci just got himself an alibi.
Today.
At Patkan Bar.
Feel free to tell me how it went.
Off the record.
Coincidence is a bitch.
Right.
After Moly's funeral, Dodi got drunk, got in his car,
and drove off the road, right?
Karma's a bitch too.
Here. This is better.
It's three people talking about me.
Berci, Teddy Bear and Kabel. He's from the security service.
Inside, there's a piece of paper with everything you need to know.
If anything happens to me,
read it, play the tape and write about it.
If you've got the balls.
If nothing happens to me,
I'll take it back.
But I won't be happy if the seal's broken.
If you don't want me to open it, then fuck off.
If that's how you feel.
The only difference will be that if they take me down,
they'll get away with that too.
But I won't care by then.
Wait a minute. I'll hang on to it.
But you're really pissing me off.
Hi, Zaneta. May I?
This is Miko. I need a license plate check.
K-E-A-8-9-5-8.
Stolen? Okay, thanks.
Beard. Glasses, thick frames. Maroon wool jacket.
A beer and a small Becherovka.
Small, I said.
That's a small one.
That's the East for you.
Make me a big devil.
Good evening to you too.
Give me a cherry brandy, and make it fast.
Over 18, are we?
Yeah.
Here's my ID.
Another one.
He broke up with me.
Dickhead!
I don't even have a place to sleep, for fuck's sake.
What are you looking at, you creep?
You think I can't see you staring at me?
Jesus! I'm sorry!
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Let me wipe it off.
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry. - It's okay.
Keep the change.
Me too. The bill, please.
AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY
Good evening, Mr. Engineer.
- I almost feel sorry for him. - No need.
He'd shoot you while you were asleep, and the neighbors wouldn't even wake up.
How long will he be out?
Till morning, if she made it right.
Why did you drag the girl into it?
Mixing work and your private life always ends badly.
What are you doing here?
You're welcome.
I'm serious.
The deal was that you'd go somewhere safe right away.
I couldn't.
My legs are like Jell-O.
And I need a shower. Badly.
And I need a drink.
With your gut full of activated charcoal, you won't even feel it.
But at least you won't shit yourself.
I've had three people on my tail for a few days now.
Who?
I don't know.
Didn't you check out the license plates?
They're not registered.
I see.
I'm going to an important meeting.
I can't be followed there.
It will be a pleasure,
buddy.
Hello. Switch off the engine.
Show me your documents.
Get out of the car!
Hands on the roof!
- Take a step back! - Legs!
Slovak Intelligence Agency, dicks.
You're impeding an important operation.
I'm guess you have some kind of ID, yeah?
Starting tomorrow, you're collecting parking tickets, you prick!
A great way to make some cash. Thanks for putting in a word.
Your insurance policy.
It's not all of it, but it's enough.
Victims' names, dates, places,
and how he killed them.
That was easy to get out of him.
Relatively.
The hard work was getting him to tell us who was behind it.
I don't know what you're talking about.
The SIA had nothing to do with it.
Nothing.
I don't work for them.
I don't... I don't work for them.
"Grayhair?"
Don't know him.
I've never heard of him in my life.
I swear.
They call him...
Grayhair...
Nemec.
Colonel-- Colonel...
Nemec.
It's Miko. Eleven o'clock tonight.
The parking lot in front of the crematorium.
For your own good.
Don't look like that.
Video for audio is a good deal.
Same terms as last time.
What's on it?
If you believe in a god,
pray that you never have to see it.
Not for my sake.
For yours.
Because if you believe in a god,
you won't after seeing this.
Don't turn around and keep cool.
I wouldn't watch it if I were you. But it's your business.
If you watch it, they'll kill you, and I'll go piss on your grave.
Start the car.
You'll be in Bratislava in the morning, and you'll give it to Grayhair.
With this message.
Don't worry. It's not complicated.
You'll tell him,
"Don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you."
What will you tell him?
"Don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you."
There's a good agent.
And now, fuck off.
Colonel-- Colonel...
Nemec.
Now that we've had a good look at the opponent,
the match can start,
partner.
I'm your partner now.
You drive like my grandma.
We'll make them squeal, the swine.
They'll squeal.
ONCE UPON A TIME IN THE EAST