Nod that you'll pay and you won't become a cripple.
Well?
GANGSTER KAY
The victim is your family's friend, is that right?
He says your son was very interested in the pictures but didn't get them.
A week later they were stolen. A coincidence?
- I hope you find them soon. - About your son, it's complicated.
Don't worry about my son. He moved to Prague.
In Ostrava Kay was a big shot. Notorious.
Prague gave him anonymity.
He became a phantom nobody knew anything about.
As a goodbye present he left me a small gift.
To keep me in check, stop me from searching, put up and shut up.
2,999,900.
I bought some cigarettes.
Right, cigarettes.
Apart from bribing cops generously,
what else can you tell me about him?
Radim Kraviec? He's a ticking time bomb.
Capable of anything, vindictive,
above-average intelligence, doesn't leave a single trace.
A prototype of a modern fraudster.
In Moravia he traded in fuels. Didn't pay the VAT.
It was hard to catch him because he has people in his pocket
and his small businesses pay VAT.
Uses a credit card like anyone else. Not some old school gangster rolls.
Leave it, this one's on me...
Rumor has it he prints his own money.
Something did happen once.
The customs officers stopped a van full of millions no one claimed.
They had to let it go after someone from the National Bank intervened.
The story is so absurd that it's likely just a local legend.
To date he ripped off the state for two billion. Without any harm.
Any idea what he has to do with Javorský?
Two men are running the Prague underworld.
Vratislav Milota and his right-hand man Josef Sivák.
If we were to start somewhere it would be with them.
Jiří!
- Radim Kraviec, Jiří Javorský. - Jiří Javorský.
A controversial character from the nineties.
Somehow he obtained the license for Czech Miss.
That's where the big money was, there was nothing more prestigious.
Beautiful girls have always attracted thugs,
and those thugs wanted his money,
so Milota and Sivák plotted how to move the money out into the world.
They set up a fund which one day went belly up
and needed a capital infusion.
How much?
- Fifty million. - Fine.
It was evident why they brought Kay into the game.
They thought he was a hick from Ostrava they could rip off.
This is my girlfriend Sandra. Radim Kraviec.
Jiří...
Nice to meet you.
You can tell a man's character by what kind of car he drives.
Which one you think is mine?
All of them?
Aren't you worried you'll lose the money?
Investing fifty million takes guts.
You two belong together?
I don't belong to anyone.
Are you a couple, is it serious?
He has a wife and a child. That's how serious it is.
Why do I feel I've seen you before?
Playboy. February Playmate.
Oh yes.
I have a genius idea.
Our printing company needs promotional materials.
If Sandra becomes the face of our campaign,
I'll pay her let's say... ten mill? Well?
Radim Kraviec wasn't your typical gangster.
He managed with just a few lawyers.
Thank you.
- My pleasure. - The pleasure was mine.
- Mr. Javorský, may I? - Of course.
- How much did I make? - 260 million.
Not bad. For one afternoon.
What was left in Javorský's fund
disappeared into Kraviec's accounts in Switzerland.
Genius in its simplicity. And guaranteed that nobody would pry.
The mob will have it out for each other.
The accounts are empty. That bastard took out everything. Every penny!
If we look into it, you know what it means?
Yes. We'll be promoted and get stuck in some office.
In the best-case scenario.
How much stuck to your fingers?
- What? I'm not in on it. - Man, whom are you trying to grease?
Take that shit and let's go.
I don't trust him. He and Kay had a deal.
I could say the same about you.
Stop it damn it. Cut it out.
Relax, come here.
I had 15 mill there. How is it fuckin' possible?
Sir, when will you deliver on your promise to fight corruption?
This is just the beginning and as I said before
fighting corruption within the government is a long game.
But they don't call me the Marathon Man for nothing.
Excuse me...
Most of the money comes from public corruption.
Judges, cops...
You realize this is my death sentence.
How about Witness Protection?
Your life won't be the same but you'll have a life at least.
In your situation I wouldn't think twice about it.
I have it for you.
He was ready to testify against everyone who got him into it.
In exchange for a new life.
And the documents?
As planned.
Now he'll eat out of our hand.
If not, this will break his neck.
The funeral of an eminent mobster is a small feast for the cops.
Everyone was there.
Gangsters, bosses, plus several candidates to join the club.
Wolves dividing their prey.
It's so unfortunate. You can come to me any time.
Expressing sympathy while having chunks of meat on their plate.
A scam worth 300 million was just a drop in the bucket for Kay.
Literally. Milota and Sivák held a protective hand over him.
Because they had a plan for milking him.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
You should know that Javorský had some incriminating materials on you.
Really? Where are they now?
Let's not discuss it at the cemetery.
Every day hectoliters of fuel stream through the rusty pipes.
It all ends up in one place -
Čepro, the Strategic Petroleum Reserve.
Javorský was like a brother to me. And he played us.
- What about the documents? - Didn't find them.
But it's certain that he didn't hand them over to the police.
Certain?
My influence goes much further than you think.
Come in.
Čepro! You're out of your mind.
Taking over the fuel business, that's a big one.
And I'm a big player.
- You need the political leaders. - And you have them.
What's in it for me?
Mr. Milota, you like pulling strings. And you can't do that without money.
I'll give you money
to buy the politicians, and everything will be yours.
If we should have a deal.
I want to have you under control.
- Control? You must be joking. - I am not sure you understand me.
- Prague is my territory. - Your territory?
You have contacts. I have money.
We don't shoot people in the knees. Albanians might be good for Ostrava.
- It doesn't work like that here. - Let me make myself clear.
If someone's going to set the terms here, it'll be me.
I pay, you deliver.
Imagine the harshest black joke ever.
And I want those documents.
At the start you have no idea what it's about. In the middle you laugh,
and when the punch line comes, it makes your flesh crawl.
That's Kay. He changed the city and his family followed him.
So did I.
Have some coffee.
Let me tell you a joke.
A robber goes to rob a bank at night, everything is going smoothly.
He opens the first vault
and is stunned, shit, yogurt.
He thinks, okay, I'm hungry anyway, so he eats it.
He opens the second vault, and there's yogurt again.
Opens the third vault, yogurt.
So he packs up and goes home,
no money but says to himself, oh well, at least I got stuffed.
In the morning he turns on the radio:
"Last night a sperm bank was robbed."
What do I press? It keeps saying something.
- What do you want? - Make me a Deutsch.
- What's a Deutsch? - Large coffee with milk.
It's five million in total. Two go to Dufek from Čepro,
two will be split between the team of investigators,
which pisses me off the most,
and the rest is for your expenses, okay?
- Here. Is it good like this? - Yup.
Fuck, the milk is sour. Want another?
- Good morning. - Hello, come here.
If you want to rule in peace, you need to cover your back.
And covering your back means having everyone in your pocket.
And you can't be cheap there.
Customs Service one million, IRS two and half million.
Two and a half? I have two in my notes, Dardan.
- Unforeseen expenses, I told you. - Don't know anything about that.
Officially Kay was part of nothing, he had people to do that for him.
Finding a front takes no more than ten minutes.
And turning him into a fine manager takes two hours.
A couple thousand into a suit,
huge profits.
And in case things go south,
the CEO will get a bonus. Pure.
A million isn't what it used to be.
If you want to deliver it to someone, all you need is a stupid envelope.
If you want to impress someone, you gotta break the money.
At least into bills of a thousand.
Volume is the key.
We've had our eyes on them.
But it was impossible to prove they did anything.
And then one day some well-swept dirt resurfaced.
I think they haven't paid VAT for over a year.
We'll get them on that.
Leave it here.
- Hi. - Hi.
- How much? - Seven hundred.
That's too much. I'll give you five hundred and go.
- At least six hundred. - Six, but you're a cheat.
- I'd love making such easy money. - Right.
What is it?
- It's about that cop. - It's that idiot Lánský.
It was supposed to be taken care of. He wants more money?
- That's the thing, doesn't want any. - Doesn't want it?
He doesn't.
- He turned in everything. - What? What an idiot.
Three million.
This must be taken care of, I hope you get it.
Don't you have electricity in the Balkans? Here.
It's not here, it's the circuit breaker.
What was that?
What was it about?
What? Somebody wants you dead.
Me? Why?
You ripped 260 mill off mobsters, and you ask why?
- What was that noise? - Fireworks.
The fuse blew, light it for her.
- Are you okay? - What?
I guess.
Man! It's time to take a vacation.
- This can't be. - Really. That's what happened.
- You're lying. - No, really.
- In plastic bags? - Right.
- Dardan, is it true? - It's how he made his first million.
The limit's five bottles per person. All you had to do was hire 50 people
who would carry 5,000 liters of vodka back and forth.
And the first million was made.
He and Sandra flew off like two doves in love.
It was sick.
And it was my job to take care of things here.
It later turned out that some unsettled score in Ostrava
was behind Kay's assassination attempt.
In memory of the bullet in the knee.
Kay wasn't some kind of gangster as people began calling him.
To him, money could buy anything. But I had my own methods.
In the end it worked just as well.
This whole wedding charade had only one reason.
To stack money away in a safe place.
Kay was in a tight corner so he needed to secure his wealth.
You must really trust me.
What if I want to divorce you?
I'd kill you.
A temporary change of Kraviec's address played into our hands.
The lawyers buried their heads in the sand.
The corrupt administration probably hasn't had its gravy train lately.
And the district attorney did what we wanted.
The bust on Kay's companies bore fruit.
It turned out that he took fuel from Čepro,
and hadn't paid a penny in taxes.
He owed nearly 3 billion.
No more sweeping under the rug.
People were under pressure and started to talk.
- You know about it? - Of course I do.
- Bro, you might be needed here. - Just stay calm, okay.
I don't think you realize that your house is full of cops.
- What should I do? - Make them some Deutsch.
One of the devil's attributes is that he can't lose.
In a situation when everyone else would bury their head in the sand,
Kay was just stretching his fingers.
Listen to me now. This is she.
Jiřina Halasová. Divorced, in her thirties.
Her? Couldn't be any easier.
Let me guess.
She lives in an apartment building, moved here from up north, one child.
You must make this lovelorn girl feel like she's never felt before.
She'll have sex of the century with you, you hear me?
When the time comes you'll ask her to do a little favor for you.
Who would have thought that this cokehead is the key to billions.
She came three times before I even put my hand in her panties.
- No way. - Oh yes.
- Here's your fuckin' money. - Oh yeah, fuckin' money.
Since when do you listen to classical music?
- It's Sandra. She's practicing. - Sandra?
- Fuck me, she's good. - You bet.
We'll sue Čepro.
On what grounds?
Your companies didn't pay 3 billion in VAT and you want to sue them?
You should get it straight whose side you're on.
Cheers.
This game can't last forever.
You must have known it's a ticking time bomb.
As your attorney I advise you to pull back
and let the dummy CEOs take the fall for the whole thing.
- That could theoretically work. - Enough.
This country is such a mess, nobody even knows who steals from whom.
Eighty percent of the nation doesn't know what the VAT is.
That it's an instrument to rip them off.
My companies give jobs to eleven hundred people.
Thanks to me eleven hundred people provide for their families. Right?
Is that right?
Forgive me for asking what you'd like to sue them for?
Sir, I'm not stupid.
I've secured this "ticking time bomb".
And I know how to disconnect the wires.
Hundreds of pipes lead to the Čepro reservoirs.
It's always different oil flowing through them. From Russia, Norway,
Arabia.
Each has a different composition, no two oils are the same.
I have proof that they sent me oil from Arabia.
Even though I ordered oil from Russia.
We'll sue them for this fraud and ask for the Russian oil.
You think Čepro will leave it like that?
They'll hire lawyers, it'll take years, the state will get involved.
Čepro won't have a clue there is even a case against them.
Hi.
All rise. Let us hear the verdict.
The Superior Court rules in the matter as follows:
As the defendant ignored the summons and the court hearing,
the court assumes they voluntarily gave up their right to a defense.
The court orders Čepro to pay Radim Kraviec
damages in the sum of 3 billion crowns.
It was typical Kay. Nobody, not even for ten million,
would do for you what an aging woman would do for love.
It was so slick.
Kay had a piece of paper in his hand worth three billion.
And the defendant had no clue about it.
The only person Kay cared about was his old man.
Only they dug up the hatchet.
What was it about?
Kay once took it into his head to buy paintings from a family friend.
- Dad! - But he wouldn't sell.
Excuse me, I'll be right back.
- I'm busy. I have an audit here. - You take it too seriously.
- Yet you think everything is a joke. - Dad, when will you get over it?
You're a disgrace to the whole family.
I had nothing to do with the pictures. How many times should I say that?
- I didn't beat you enough. - I think you did.
I still have a scar on my butt from your belt, want to see it?
- You're a jerk. - Dad!
Okay. I gotta go.
Dad!
I'm forty today.
So when will you act like it?
This house was a good deal.
Nobody wanted it because of its neighbors, so I bought them out too.
And because every house should have a pet, we got one too.
- Nice. - Isn't it?
- What's his name? - Rudolf. The first.
So far.
There's a lot of talk about your activities, yet no one knows a thing.
- That's interesting. - The same could be said about you.
I've outlined your business idea to the minister
and he certainly didn't think it was unfeasible.
I heard you want to endorse our party for the election.
That's my dad. Dad!
Dad! Sandra, dad's here.
Come on, Sandra. It's my dad.
Hi, Dad.
- Sandra... - Good evening.
This is my dad, this is Sandra. Wait, let me help you...
Sandra, show my dad the house. I must take care of something here.
Dad, I'm so glad you came.
- Sorry, you know dad comes first. - Of course.
I'd like to outline the direction our party is heading...
I don't give a shit, spare me that crap. It's just business to me.
I don't care if the red, orange or green party wins.
All I care about is what they have to offer me.
Who offers more, wins the election.
Mr. Kraviec has a distinct sense of humor.
- You want Čepro? - I'll pay 60 million for it.
- You know what you're asking for? - I wouldn't be wasting my time here.
- Čepro will be broke in six months. - I think I'd know about it.
Čepro will be broke in six months and will need a helping hand.
By then you'll be prime minister and this businessman Kraviec comes
with a safety package and there won't be a hint of partiality in it.
The money... When can you provide it?
- How long haven't you two spoken? - Almost a year.
What happened? Radim doesn't want to talk about it.
Father and son, old versus young.
You know, stupid stuff.
That's good. Disputes in a family are the worst.
I've been there.
Nice, isn't it?
You fuckin' bastard!
Dad, what are you doing?
We're done.
He still has it in him, eh?
You can have the money right away.
It was smooth sailing. The future PM was eating out of Kay's hand.
The only problem was that
with the last subpoena ended the regular supply of love.
You believe a lovesick chick?
We met at the post office. It was by accident. I liked him.
I didn't ask her to do anything you're suggesting.
- I fell in love. - At a post office? - Yes.
I'll tell you the truth. I had no place to live.
If you're lucky you'll go to a jail
with cultural activities. If you behave,
they'll let you rehearse a show in your spare time.
And those ten years will just fly by.
Why did you go with him?
'Cause I was lonely for so long.
- At the post office? - No, at home.
Ten years?
For premeditated economic fraud of 3 billion.
That's actually not very much, eh?
You're lucky you didn't take anything from him.
Please sign your statement.
Wait, I didn't tell you...
Why was Kay so fond of that idiot?
I thought it was the drugs but that wasn't it.
Kay simply liked that he was sucking up to him.
Don't you think it's time for them to go home?
What are you doing? We're having a blast. Give me a kiss.
We could have a threesome later tonight.
- That's an idea. - You're pathetic.
Me? You're pathetic. How about loosening up a little.
They say fidelity, sledding and bird hunting never takes long.
But in Sandra's case
there was something that kept her from just packing up her suitcases.
This is good.
Hey, Bro, you should slow down.
You're treating her worse than some Montenegrin.
What's up, dude? You've become a feminist?
Fuck you.
- You're high as a motherfucker. - I'm high? Me?
- Go make us a drink. - What? - Go, man.
I have a job for you.
It's about those fuckin' taxes.
I call it Operation Customs
and it's the biggest scam I've ever come up with.
- What kind of nonsense is that? - He said...
If they refuse to pay 3 billion, they'll pay six.
- You want us to buy this bullshit? - I only sell what I buy.
Operation Customs was a super scam.
Kay was done with Čepro.
But there was still that 3 billion he owed for VAT.
So Kay got ahead of the government and hired a man from Customs.
Hello, my name is Barták, Customs Service General Headquarters.
Don't worry it's just a routine check of the stock.
I don't get it. This is the second time in the last six months.
As I said, it's a just a routine check.
One day he walks into the warehouse of Kay's company Centurion
and to his surprise finds 3 billion piled up on the pallets.
In counterfeit bills. But at first sight no one can tell.
Call security. Don't let anyone inside!
He gets it on tape, issues a receipt and confiscates it.
It so happens he even has a van,
so transporting now government money is not a problem.
The van will be robbed.
Don't care if you don't believe me.
My job was to make sure
that the fake money doesn't make it to the Treasury.
That way Kay could squeeze it out of the government.
Let's go.
Police!
What was fucked up?
I'm happy.
Sandra, convince my dad to have the accounts signed over to him.
Do what I say and everything will be fine. Here.
Police! Don't move!
On the ground!
Spread your arms!
We should have called for back-up. How can you be sure he's not armed?
He comes here three times a week, trains alone.
He leaves his gun in the car. You know why?
- No. - There's a metal detector out front.
Why didn't you tell me that I wasn't alone?
Rumor has it that you turned down ten million.
And every day I regret not keeping it.
Let's go.
Police. Hands up!
- Forget it. Spread your legs. - Hands up. Don't move.
- Hands behind your back. - Your hands.
- I know you. - No kidding.
You have my respect.
Handing in three million... I can't get it out of my head...
You can think about it in jail. This is your entire life.
Extortion, drug trafficking, procuring, attempted murder.
We have witnesses for everything. Eleven years in prison.
You put up a good show but you have nothing.
You're right. We don't.
Dardan Cirkel's been dead for ten years.
What about Vesko Perovič?
A lot of people would be interested in that name.
What do you think, Vesco?
You want to offer me a deal if I cooperate?
Mr. Cirkel or Perovič, you have so many crimes under your belt
that we can't offer you a deal.
But we can play the nationality card.
After 9/11 people from Muslim countries are persons of interest.
Me, a Muslim?
You know you're pretty much useless to us.
For now.
But it can change.
- How? - Kay.
Forget it.
Greetings from your wife.
Bastards.
If everything goes as planned, you'll be out in a month.
They only have circumstantial evidence.
The customs guy talked, yet he got paid ten mill.
We'll do it the most simple way possible. Bribe a judge.
He's my friend.
- Do you have any special wish? - I need to sign over my property.
Accounts under dad's name, Sandra has passwords.
Get in touch with them.
And get me three cartons of cigarettes.
- But you don't smoke. - In here money is useless.
You're our last hope. Kraviec's father is adamant.
You're wasting your time. I've already told that to his lawyer.
I won't move a finger for him. Everything he does is dirty.
That boy has gotten out of my control.
How many times did I beat him like a dog and for nothing.
Once he hid his grade book because he got an F,
and said he left it at his friend's. We went all the way across town.
Only in front of the gate, with my thumb on the bell, did he confess.
He lied to me to the very end.
- How old was he? - Eight, nine, doesn't matter.
And those damn pictures. If I didn't see them with my own eyes,
he'd claim he doesn't have them.
The only person he would never betray is himself.
You know how many times I've helped him? But not anymore!
I'm done. He can rot in that jail for all I care.
The boy should know his grandpa.
Can't say your father was ecstatic,
- but he agreed to do it. - Sandra wore that bastard down.
Jail isn't much different from the outside world.
A trustee inmate has more authority inside than a prison director.
For some petty bribe he would do anything for you.
And the prison food? Forget it.
Ask for any fast food you want, you got it.
While Kay was transferring hundreds of millions to his next of kin,
his cell was aspiring to be the architectural feat of the year.
There wasn't a single person there who wouldn't take a bribe from him.
Everyone was in his pocket.
Thanks to whom? Thanks to his lawyer.
- What about that judge? - He's in. For twelve mill.
What? Ten is the top limit. There's no changing it.
He sticks out his neck. It's not like bribing some dumb customs guy.
Give this to Dardan.
Lawyers are expensive as hell.
But at the moment of truth, you can't do shit without them.
Even a police commissioner's car gets checked at the prison gate.
But a lawyer...
Great.
What? They bribed a judge?
I'm beginning to like it.
Put me through to the DA.
You have a visitor. Bang, just in case...
You have a nice place, Mr. Kraviec.
- Why are you here? - To offer you a deal.
I knew it. Everyone has a price.
So how much?
Mr. Kraviec, I'm almost done
and in my old age I'm not gonna complicate things.
Police pension...
Fishing rods are expensive these days.
It won't buy me a new Porsche, but I'm in the clear.
It doesn't look good for you.
A new judge isn't very optimistic about your case.
- What new judge? - You don't know?
Judge Ulman asked to go on medical leave. Overworked.
Looks like 13 to 17 years.
Pretty sharp turn of events.
So I'm offering you, if you don't make any trouble,
five years of straight jail time, not a day more.
- Deal? - Fuck you and your five years.
Good thing you had it painted here.
When I did time in the 80s for a robbery gone wrong,
there was this inmate Fanda Gajdoš doing time, old school burglar.
I told him how I had butterflies in my stomach before the break-in
because I felt it was gonna be fucked.
And he said: How many have you done?
Eighty-five, I said.
He started laughing and said:
See, I've done thousands and I shit my pants every time.
Let's go.
Don't panic.
It's just a small cyst.
You shouldn't strain yourself. You should take it easy.
Hello, ma'am.
Help!
The number. Give me that number.
One more time, the number.
I've never seen a screwball like this before.
The money isn't even his.
Sir, how are you feeling? Can you hear me?
Remember the passwords for the Swiss bank accounts?
The antidote. Quick!
Not much was needed and their plan worked.
But Kay had everything under control.
Sandra knew all the passwords, his father had the account numbers.
Without each other they were useless.
I understand. Stop.
The guy was not sane. He didn't say a word.
- I've never seen that before. - Damn it. That's tough luck.
Who knew he had a bad heart. Did you clean up after yourself?
Carpaccio.
Kay isn't stupid. He'll suspect us.
I've seen tough guys down on their knees when their family was hurt.
He would have to be free and that won't happen for a while.
Just to be sure, I'd tell the world something that would keep him there.
Those guys, did they say anything that would give them away?
I've already told all to the cops.
Why did it happen to me? I don't understand.
The police questioned me for three hours.
They asked all kinds of weird things, if I know who you are.
I can't live like this. I'm scared.
- Sandra, you must be strong. - Strong?
I've lost our baby, how can I be strong? You can't be serious.
Sandra, it's not your fault. It's nobody's fault.
Who told you those things about me?
I don't know. A cop, older man, grey hair, don't remember his name.
- Hakl? - I guess.
Fuckin' remember, was his name Hakl? It's important.
Yes, that was his name.
You have a visitor.
Give this to Dardan.
He insisted you get it today.
I have new information.
What kind of information?
Who knows about our cooperation?
Just the two of us and Lánský. Why?
In that case...
I should tell you
that the time spent among the killers was inspiring.
Pigs get fat, hogs get slaughtered.
Hakl was an old school cop. Honest and square.
Too bad he hadn't retired.
Kay didn't have any idea that he'd killed two birds with one stone.
Hello.
I'm sure he got stuck in some bar.
Something wrong?
I bring to the court's attention that according to Article 382
my client was wrongfully kept in custody
as none of the crimes he was accused of could be established.
We believe that it is a conspiracy against my client,
both by the police who through imprisoning him covered their slips
and also by businessmen who profited from their competitor being in jail.
In case you see the detective, he's wanted at the court.
Oh shit.
We ask for his immediate release
and financial reimbursement
despite the fact it cannot heal all the wounds he obtained in jail.
The court thanks the defense attorney.
The court now calls the next witness Jaroslav Hakl.
Witness Hakl hasn't arrived.
Let's take a short recess to evaluate all presented materials.
Everyone please rise.
Let us hear the verdict.
After hearing all the evidence the court rules in the matter as follows:
Not a single allegation against the defendant was proven,
therefore are no grounds to hold him in custody any longer.
Quiet in the court room.
Thus the court orders the prosecution, i.e. the people,
to reimburse Radim Kraviec for the damage caused
in the amount of 360 thousand.
You may appeal the court's decision within the set period of one month.
Mr. Kraviec, any comment on the court's ruling?
I believe in democracy's power. The court couldn't conclude otherwise.
- Sir? - Everything has been said.
Everything went downhill after Hakl's death.
That bastard got away with it. And not just him.
Our informant returned to his old ways.
I didn't have any leverage against him.
The old Kay stayed behind bars,
the real gangster came out.
I have what you wanted.
I must take care of a few things now.
I also wanted to apologize for how I treated you.
It won't happen again.
- Welcome back, Bro. - Thanks.
Must be hard for you.
- Tell me who did it. - I dunno. I really don't know.
- If I knew I would... - How much for finding it out for me?
Oh please... I wouldn't take a penny from you.
But information isn't free.
- Five mill. - What?
Five mill.
It's yours.
Okay.
Let's go for a ride.
Here's the list of everyone who's gonna pay.
Surprised you're not on it?
I know you're in on it.
But I take it you're a professional who is only doing his job
which works for me.
So you have two options.
Either I kill you now
or you'll fuckin' work off staying alive.
You'll kill everyone on the list. One by one.
And when you're done,
you'll get the five mill you wanted.
Well?
There were all kinds of names on Kay's list.
Sivák started to eliminate them one by one.
Not out of fear that Kay would kill him.
He simply enjoyed it.
Cheers.
Nine people in total were killed.
Sivák started to be called "Butcher" by the mob scene.
Kay wasn't at his best and a lot of people thought
he was out of the game, but Kay just waited for his traps to snap.
- Okay. - Wait outside.
- Hello. - Hello.
- How are you? - Fine, thanks.
I assume you're celebrating.
The election polls are really unexpected.
Now it's your turn, Mr. Future Prime Minister.
Mr. Kraviec, the situation has quite changed.
Your affair and those things surrounding it...
A lot is at stake for me...
So...
If it comes out, I'm fired.
So I want to build up some cushion.
I want half a billion.
You asshole. You think you can screw me over?
Listen to me carefully. I have proof that you have borrowed
60 million for your political career from a certain Kraviec.
If you don't do what we've agreed on I'll take you down.
When you're among the unwashed, I'll take you down even more.
And again and again. Until you're dead.
So I advise you to hurry.
That's all.
Fuck!
Is Čepro more than even a prime minister can chew?
- I can help but it won't be free. - How much?
- Not money. I want Chemical Works. - Okay. How do you want to do it?
Leave that to me.
Kay quit using cocaine. But he started drinking more.
Not to drown his sorrows, but to dull his toothache.
The nerve is inflamed. It must be unbearably painful.
First let's cure the infection with antibiotics and painkillers.
In about a week, you'll come for surgery.
What?
You'll be under general anesthesia.
Sandra became the target of his bad moods.
She suffered like an animal. But there was nothing she could do.
- Stop drinking! You're wasted. - Sometimes...
Say whatever you want, I don't care. I don't give a shit what you say.
- It got really ugly. - You're acting like an asshole.
Don't tell me how to behave. You're a tramp who can't even carry a child.
I want a divorce.
What did I tell you? What did I tell you?
- Say it! Come on. - That you will kill me.
- Say it again. - That you'll kill me.
Dad?
Why did you leave me hanging?
What is it about?
Business.
You'll give me ten mill to leave it alone?
I won't give you anything. Just the opposite.
I want you to lock that bastard up.
How did you get it?
Let's say it was a coincidence.
But the important thing is that you can get him on this.
I'd say good thirteen years behind bars.
Don't screw it up.
We're a step away from his door. If we screw it up, that's it.
Getting to his house is very risky.
Who knows how many entrances it has, the layout isn't mapped out.
He has bodyguards plus we might put some civilians in danger.
That's why we chose a different strategy.
The sting operation has a code name...
Dentist.
Next week Kay is undergoing dental surgery.
He'll be under anesthesia. This is our opportunity.
We'll bust in, take down the bodyguards
and when he wakes up, he'll be in cuffs. I hope.
Any questions?
Doctor is still with a patient, please relax.
Let's go.
Mr. Kraviec, wait!
What is going on?
At that time Kraviec was considered to be a dangerous criminal.
Operation Dentist compromised.
He'd kill people without showing any mercy so nobody expected this.
- He got scared of a dentist. - Let's go.
Sandra!
- Sandra, where are you? - Here.
Sandra!
- What are you doing here? - I need something for the pain.
The dentist is on vacation.
I hope he drowns. How come nothing's here damn it!
Let me get you something.
Alfa, Bravo, Charlie, get ready.
Shit.
- Go! - Police.
When the cops busted in, Kay was high as a kite.
For a moment he even thought they were Sivák's men.
You know how to best kill a shark?
You catch him in a net.
Copy that.
The minister's calling.
Yes, Sir?
Thanks. It was a long planned sting, the credit goes to the entire team.
No, not yet.
I guess you don't want me to piss myself in your car.
I won't run away. I don't have shoes.
Of course.
- Clear. - Okay.
Excuse me?
No, we haven't found the safe yet.
When you find it my people will see it first.
- I don't understand. - It's for strict scrutiny.
- Promise me that. Hello? - Suspect on the run.
Back door, quick.
Back door, come on. He must be somewhere here.
It turned out that Kay had several secret exits around the house.
We totally screwed up. Kay got away.
Disappeared. Took the shortest way to the underworld.
Today a new prime minister was appointed.
It won't be easy to enforce all the planned changes.
It will be a real marathon. But here's to my opponents again,
my nickname Marathon Man is not a coincidence.
But at this moment I think that it's premature
to talk about the details of my plan.
I mean it can wait till tomorrow. Let's all get some sleep.
Thank you.
One of the first steps of the new government
will be negotiating the sale of Chemical Works,
whose market value is over two billion crowns...
Tomorrow morning the board meets about the sale of Chemical Works
and I'd like to know your position.
Chemical Works will stay.
They will remain state-owned.
We have a small problem.
Hello, Mr. Prime Minister.
- This is Kraviec from the Seychelles. - This came an hour ago.
Congratulations on your election success and I hope
that you won't forget your friends who helped you get there.
Let me tell you a joke.
What's the difference between a politician and a payphone?
You put one coin into the payphone and can talk.
You put millions into a politician and must keep your mouth shut.
I think it fits.
Just so you know
I didn't forget the bill of exchange for sixty million.
And in case you want to claim that you know nothing about it,
I'd like to remind you that the money used in your campaign
were counterfeit bills from the series SN949993.
We must get him back. Whatever it costs.
So have a good time. I will be back.
- Good? - Good. - Do I look good, no double chin?
You look stupid but it doesn't matter.
At the heart of every legend, even a stupid one, is a grain of truth.
And the legend of Kay?
Anything you hear about him in the future might be true.
How much?
Until the paper runs out.
You can start.