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Shut up!

You did call the station!

Why's it so dark in here?

No light?

What's up? You look funny.

Is anything the matter?

You f***ed up electricity!

There is a problem, Lech.

I know.

I've restarted your generator.

Living in the mountains can be tough.

We have a visitor.

Walked off the trail.

- When?

- Early today. Covered in blood.

Dad's out tracking his footprints.

- What about the visitor?

- He called you by radio.

Called me?

On the emergency channel.

What are you doing here?

Hi, Lech.

- You've met?

- There was an accident.

I barely made it here because

of the blizzard.

I was swept away

by an avalanche.

- Cut the crap.

- Like some tourist.

Who else was there?

I'd have frozen to death.

Lech.

Can we talk in private?

Perhaps you didn't get me right.

I did warn you, if I caught you

near the border without my permission,

I'd blow your f***ing head off!

Yeah, but this time around...

A small gig, huh?

Let's bury the hatchet, OK?

There was an accident, get it?

He was a fellow guard.

Got fired.

Tell them why.

Now you're playing hardball.

Afghanistan, Kazakhstan, Iran.

He drove people around in our

cars, like we were a taxi company.

I wasn't the only one.

Come on, tell the whole truth.

And get off my back.

I haven't finished.

Yeah, sure.

Sit down!

- You're not my boss.

- Sit, f***ing b*tch!

- Ho ho!

- Shut up!

All right, take it easy.

- Sit down!

- Relax.

Go to your room, boys.

Now slowly take off your jacket.

- Holster? Belt?

- I don't have a gun.

We'll see.

Lie down.

No need, really.

Please don't.

You f***ing sewer rat!

Sing, baby.

I picked up a party in the canyon.

We took the regular trail.

But it was icy... We skidded off,

then slid down.

Damn!

How many people?

Six.

Anybody injured?

- Answer me.

- You're f***ing kidding.

No. Answer me.

They were in no shape to walk,

anyway.

Holy sh*t!

Damn!

Un-f***ing-believable.

Anyways...

It was just you with them?

And Dzidek.

Who?

Dzidek.

You f***ing son of a b*tch!

Under my nose! My man!

Oh well, it can't be undone.

There's no evidence.

We must get rid of all traces.

Too many witnesses.

Who? Where?

You'll have to report it.

If I wanted it, you'd be

a f***ing goner by now.

Those Romanians in the trunk,

remember? I only fired you.

- It's different now.

- Why? You'll be OK.

Go back and burn the place down.

Get it?

I'll give you a hand.

Do it or you'll go back to prison.

What?

You realize it's all your fault.

Because you let him out.

- Say one more word!

- What if I do?

- One more word!

- And what?

Zilch!

F*ggot.

Hey, Tomek.

Go on!

Beat me!

I'm sorry.

For everything.

All right.

Why so quiet?

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