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No, only creme de la creme:

dashing, IQ over 240,|speak foreign languages.

Piotrkw! Right!|Stan Alcatraz is in there.

That's it, Stan... No.|No go.

The great escape, right?

Exactly. 600 cons|on the lam now.

Must've done it|with chartered buses or what?

Stan's hair turned gray.

- Gray-haired are out.|- You see it your self.

At least one name.|And he'll make great copy.

How about|the Pillar of Polish Prisons?

Or the Bulwark?

Or just the Star.

Great! The Star of Polish|Penitentiary system,

Warden Mieczyslaw Klonisz.

You mean me?

Sure. Neither gray-haired|nor bald,

let alone retired.

No one ever sprung on me!

An ideal candidate.

But you must be very busy.

I'll find some time out|for the Polish prison system.

Thank you very much.|Guys!

Warden, sir...

Good evening

My name's Ewa Szanska.

I know you from TV.

I'm making a program on you.

On a taxi-driver?

Killer, fool Inspector Fish|and other Kojaks.

I'm not a plant, Killer.

The real Killer is at large.

I'm a taxi-driver,|side number 7775.

I killed nobody. That lummox|Fish made a mistake.

Lummox?

Right. I got you on tape.

You hung around there|when Guillotine got killed.

Is gawking forbidden?

Pure coincidence.|I had to buy smokes.

OK. Why did you kill?

The public wants to know?|For dough.

What did you feel?

Excitement, the smell of money.|That'll make them happy.

Remember your first time?

It was on a mountain hike.

I pushed my math teacher|off the cliff.

- I'm serious.|- So am I.

Your first contract killing.

My student board ordered it.

No kidding.|Your first contract killing.

Kiev, Ukraine in 1989.

Four born killers,|armed to the teeth.

I, my AK-47, my pony...

- How was it?|- I was shot dead.

Start talking|like a killer, damn it!

If he said, he is taxi driver | and live in night

it doesn't mean he lives|off the taxi alone.

His contractors paid well|for his hits.

The police know those people?

We know a lot|and we'll know more...

You know sh*t!

I can say any more.

So let me tell you|what I've found out.

One of Killer's clients

was the boss of the Polish|underworld,

Stefan Siarzewski, alias Siara.

He must've had Andrzej G.|(Guillotine) killed.

What d'you say to that?

You're dead, you TV slut!

You said Killer was|the media invention.

Sorry, just a trick of the trade.

Outta here soon|and I got some savings.

Enough to off Big Ear.

I chip in.

I don't get it.

Piece of cake for you.

Pardon?

Do him in|and take all I have.

- All I have.|- I'll think about it.

Is that Killer?

That sad sack is no Killer.

Sad sack?|That's what you are!

They say Killer has already|killed an inmate.

He choked him with a salt|shaker. With the cap, that is.

The shaker or the cap?

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