Women of Mafia Page #3

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Rysiek, Rysiek, f***ing come out. Happy?

Don't be so mardy.

Go ahead.

Rysiek!

Rysiek, f***ing come out!

F***ing hell.

I love you, Rysiek!

Your honour. In this situation,

I have no choice but

to ask you to release

the defendant from his

provisional detention.

This indictment is based on the evidence

of one witness.

A shamed criminal, who, for obvious

reasons, cannot give us his evidence.

Your honour...

I completely agree with my lawyer.

I would like to return to work as soon as

possible.

I will show up to all summons. And please

suspend my detention. Thank you.

F***, an ironed suit, but did they steal

your f***ing bag?

They'll deliver it.

I thought you would've gained some

weight, but you're stick thin.

I didn't have the time.

Padrino, surprise.

Say hello.

Hi Padrino, it's me.

Hey kid.

Thanks.

You'd have done the same. See you.

Daddy, I have a request.

- A car?

- No, my friend will drive me.

Do I know him?

Do you know, listen to me, darling?

What is that?

Listen to me, darling!

- And the night and the day!

- Nice.

Nice, lovely.

Darek composed this.

Another busker?

A composer, dad, who's very talented.

He's my songwriter.

I need money.

How much?

Oh, not much. Whatever you can spare.

I love you.

A talented f***ing composer.

Investigate that wanker.

Holy sh*t.

F***ing heaven.

Do you know how much I missed this?

This, or me?

It's the same thing to me.

You're bullshitting.

I love f***ing you.

Did he do this to you?

Son of a whore. You have to leave him.

And go where?

- To you?

- Do you love me?

- He'll kill me.

- I'll protect you.

Then you'll have to kill him.

- He's my brother.

- And what am I, the slutty sister-in-law?

- I'll come up with something.

- Then think.

F***, leave me alone, leave.

Who is this?

Can't you f***ing hear me? Who is this?

Some country girl.

From Ptonsk, some country hick, right?

- Come, let's dance.

- Don't f***ing touch me.

What's your name?

Hocus Pocus.

Can you do a magic trick?

Yes.

Can we disappear from here?

Hocus pocus.

It's not working.

Look.

You move fast.

0 to 100 in three seconds, 700 horse

power, one clutch and seven gears.

I've seen you park it.

Did you fall for me or my car?

Hocus pocus.

The car won't start.

I don't give sh*t. This f***ing

car cost me half a million euros,

f***ing come and fix it.

I don't f***ing care, get here right

now and jump - start the car!

F***er... I said it so do it, bye.

F***ing motherf***er.

What are you doing?

My dad owned a garage and always told me:

"The engine is the heart of the car".

Do you f***ing think I'll take my car to

any old place?

Can you get in and start the car?

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