Blinded by the Lights (2018) s01e01 Episode Script

1
What South American flights do you have
on Christmas Eve? Leave Brazil out.
On Christmas Eve
Rio de Janeiro is all I've got.
But on Christmas Day
there's Buenos Aires.
- 11 PM, a stopover in Frankfurt.
- And that's it?
That's it.
I'll take two to Buenos Aires.
- What's the return date?
- Let's keep it one way for now.
- Romantic, huh?
- Depends on how much leave I get.
- Name of your traveling partner?
- How about you leave it blank?
You're just too much.
I can't sell you the ticket without
the name and passport number.
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BLINDED BY LIGHTS Episode 1
Hi. Why are you calling me so early?
Hello. What do you mean, early?
I went to church already,
and baked beets for the borscht.
- You'll love it.
- I won't be there.
Son, don't even start.
It's been five years!
I told you, we're closing
a seven-figure deal with Taiwan,
- I'm flying out there.
- What about your father? Your sister?
All right
I'll mail you your gift today.
It'll reach you before Christmas Eve.
Just remember to pick it up,
'cause I'm guessing you'll be at work.
Thanks, Mom.
You could give us a spontaneous call
once in a while.
Now that you've said it,
it won't be spontaneous.
God don't be such a smartass.
- One at home is enough.
- Say hi to Dad.
He's still sleeping.
- Bye, Mom.
- Wait a sec, listen!
Aunt Marlena wants your painting,
the one with the church.
- You know, your assignment
- I know.
- as a sophomore. That's right.
- She can have it.
- Let me get some sleep. Love you.
- Bye.
- Good day.
- Not necessarily for me.
- You're sure it's not aspirin?
- Take it or leave it.
Relax. It's just someone sold me
some crap the other day.
Don't buy crap. Call me.
Elections are coming up.
They're scanning us, head to toe.
Fucking protests. Fuck
Everything has to be
fucking transparent!
They'll be asking for my grocery
receipts soon. Fuck me!
I could get you an invoice,
if you need one badly.
No, no Thanks. I'm good.
- See you.
- Say hi to the Chairman, deputy.
Don't fucking call me "deputy".
- Will you be cruising later?
- Try, though you won't snort it all.
Fucking lower! Good!
To the chest! Two! That's it!
Come one, down and up, three,
fucking awesome! Again!
- Fucking go! Up!
- Fuck off!
- Take one and we'll do the calves.
- I'll do your mother!
- You wanna kill me?
- Keep at it.
Ten minutes. I need to fucking talk.
Do something, I don't know
Stare at the mirror
or have a fucking protein bar.
Fucking beat it! Ten minutes!
In fifteen years, no one got me.
Ten fucking bombs in my car,
but that prick is going to kill me!
Thanks.
What's up?
I need a break.
I'm leaving for three weeks.
Gimme a break, I'll go fucking nuts
with all those muppets here.
- I haven't been anywhere for two years.
- I've never been anywhere.
- So why do you need to re-up?
- Pre-holiday hype.
I'm running on fumes. By the time
I return I'll lose half of my clients.
Fucking kings of paranoia. Even when
you're clean you look as if you'd snort.
It's business, not rocket science.
OK.
I'll have a key for you tomorrow,
when the bananas cross the border.
- Tomorrow? Word?
- You wanna kill me too?
Don't bust my balls! Work out some!
Get on the fucking Orbiter,
move a bit, and it'll be tomorrow!
OK. Till tomorrow.
And did that hipster bum sign?
- I'm working on it.
- And keep on working.
It all has to be nice and dandy.
Get it done before that trip of yours.
It's five million of 'em
motherfucking dollars.
Get it? Just for the lot itself.
- All right.
- I wouldn't be doing this without you.
What do I know about hipster clubs?
That's your department, right?
Jacek, what are you, 60?
Fuck
Fuck me!
- Intervals, 20 minutes.
- Fucking beat it! Now!
Call me tomorrow,
I'll get you the stuff.
Kuba!
Meet up with Stryj at the Dream tonight.
Drive them to that loser.
- Do I have to?
- No! Fucking do what you want!
BACHELORETTE PARTY
- Horns, babe!
- My turn!
- Bujas
- What the fuck?
We'll be back in an hour.
This guy stays out.
Jacek threw some bachelorette party
for his daughter last night.
My dick still hurts.
From fucking the bridesmaid
with Bujas half the night.
- So good she fell in love.
- Fuck
You should've been there, Kuba,
instead of putting
on the "nice guy" act.
Would you mind not smoking in the car?
What's your problem?
Don't smoke.
- Get that corncob outta your ass.
- Where to? I've got 30 minutes.
- Fucking Wilcza
- 6.
Right. 6 Wilcza St.
A music lover, I see.
- What's the mileage?
- About 15 liters in the city.
- Cool ride, but a bit flashy. How much?
- You couldn't afford it.
- More than a 100 grand?
- More.
- In cash?
- No, in carpets.
- What?
- What'd you think?
You're
- You're coming with us.
- Why are you giving this to me?
- I never go with you.
- Are you a fucking cabby?
I was to drive you.
I can wait, 15 minutes.
- Jacek said we're in this together.
- He did?
Fuck, yeah, he did!
Does someone have
to fucking blow you or what?!
- What if he's broke?
- He better not be.
What do they call him?
- Pajda.
- That sucks.
Hey there, Pajda.
I'm in the clear.
Call Sikor, he'll tell you.
I've paid it all, my slate's clean.
Clean as this floor? Can you eat off it?
Do you eat off this floor?
I don't push or snort any more,
I've got a legit job at a bar.
- Fucking ask
- I asked if you eat off the floor!
- What?
- Eat your cunt!
Call Sikor, he'll tell you he'll
Take that fucking piece of trash,
motherfucker
- I don't
- Stay down, bitch!
Check the belt pack.
I don't do blow, I swear, call Sikor
Well?
- I've got a job
- Two C-notes.
That's all
That's all I've got
Quiet, bitch.
- Arms.
- Arms?
No not the arms
Shut the fuck up.
Kuba
Go check the other room.
Please, God
Well?
Come on. You're too sensitive,
you'll have bad dreams.
- The night's still young.
- Then go chasing that faggot Sikor!
- Sikor?
- Why?
- He owes you money?
- He owes everyone.
- His debts have put on weight.
- And he said that guy had cash?
He's a bit confused lately.
- He used to be OK.
- Everyone used to be OK.
One hour!
You took one hour of my time.
I can tell you the exact price.
You want fucking compensation?
Wanna push me five, ten eightballs?
You got nil, seriously?
Then pawn the ride!
- What's up, homey?
- Hi, Pazina.
I've got news. Got a moment?
- How about we grab a bite?
- Sure. The PKP, in an hour. Bye.
What if it's there?
Chicken.
- Did you hear that.
- What?
Snot!
It's OK, get in.
- Go and look.
- And you?
- I'll wait downstairs.
- What?
Go, I'll wait downstairs.
Take the flashlight.
- And I woke up.
- Fuck.
Do you believe
that dreams are prophetic?
No. It was just weird.
Did I tell you I'm seeing someone?
- You didn't.
- 'Cause you never ask.
His name's Adam.
OK, so who's Adam?
He's a few years older.
Divorced.
He's got a daughter, Marika.
He's patient. A good listener.
He's a decent man
and an awesome guy.
- He's sure got a load to listen to.
- Fuck you.
Any plans for Christmas?
- This Christmas?
- No, the Jehova's Witness's one.
You know what I'm getting at.
Paulina, you idiot.
We're out of touch.
I haven't seen her since then.
- I hope you never will.
- I'm leaving for some time.
What?
No fucking way
You, leaving for some time? Bullshit.
Thanks.
Where to?
Hello?
- Can we meet?
- Who is this?
Fuck, it's Bartek! Sikor.
It's been a while.
- Spare me five minutes.
- For season's greetings?
Not on the phone. I'll be quick.
Humor me.
In 30 minutes.
- But where?
- You know where.
Holiday fever.
- Will you be at the Bethlehem later?
- I will.
We'll get fucked up?
I've got this thing with Maluch.
Long time no see, bro.
- Snazzy as always.
- It's been a while.
- Everything OK?
- Not bad.
Nice. Fuck me.
A 300 horsepower piece of crap, huh?
- 360.
- Fucking awesome.
- So, what's up?
- OK
I've got my hands on
some real real good shit.
- Then push it.
- I can't, I've too much on my plate.
But I'll sling it to you
for an awesome price.
- I've got my own.
- I'll take half of what Jacek takes.
Man, it's pure!
Not 40% pure, but pure pure.
Untouched. Check it out.
Why is it pink?
It's the motherlode.
90% pure, came in ceramics
and got tinged.
- Where'd you get it?
- I wouldn't put your ass on the line.
- Do you know Pajda?
- I do.
The fucker owes me 30 grand.
That's what lending to losers gets you.
- Sikor get out of Warsaw. Today.
- What?
We haven't met, we haven't talked.
Get out of Warsaw, I'm telling you.
Trust me.
Bro, wait
Don't you see I'm screwed?
Fucking help me out,
for old times' sake.
For old times' sake
I am helping you.
Who introduced you to Jacek, huh?
Who do you owe this ride to?
Fuck!
Hi!
- Pazinna, I'm hitting the floor!
- OK, Dawid!
- Want something?
- I'm good.
I know, you're at work.
I don't work here anymore.
I don't have to be sober.
I'm not working either.
I'm making money.
Hey, Coelho
Going to see Maluch?
- In a moment, let him have his fun.
- In a moment he'll be deaf and dumb.
- Good.
- Are you going to intimidate him?
Did I ever intimidate anyone?
What was it you said about leaving?
We'll talk later.
Hey there!
What an assault!
- How was the office party?
- The what?
- The office Christmas party! Fresh!
- Gross!
Kuba! My savior, my manna from
heaven, tell me you've got something.
Everyone's empty, I swear.
How about you?
Fuck, I'm begging you.
Kiss me instead.
Oh, fuck. I spoke too soon.
Don't turn around.
If you step into that shit again,
I'm not pulling you out, OK?
Kuba!
I was just talking about you,
ask Julka
Have a seat.
Hi, I'm Julka.
- Julka, would you mind, for a minute?
- OK, OK
Julka, go.
I'm sorry, I need a minute
I'll handle this and we'll Julka!
Sorry. All right
You don't like to waste time,
I don't like to waste time
Next week we'll have 30 grand for you.
We've closed this
fuck deal with whiskey.
I know it's just a fraction,
but it's coming up, for Christmas.
- 20% of what you owe me.
- I know, Kuba
But we're throwing New Year's Eve!
A fucking cash-cow,
half of the city clicked on it!
What?
What?
If the client is OK, he buys in bulk,
but suddenly has spending issues,
then I can credit him, like a bank.
But even banks
make judgment errors, get it?
I know. Kuba, I know.
We're both businessmen.
Let me hear your offer.
I like this club.
I like it too!
The whole city loves this club!
We'll buy a stake in it,
with your debt.
Hold it, hold it. Fuck
I know I'm a bit late, but does this
look like some Heaven Disco
in fucking Poughkeepsie?!
Your debt is a lot of money.
Even for a millionaire in the red.
I'll pay you back
that 100,000 bucks.
- 150.
- 150! In installments, in 6 months.
You could also
launder something here.
Up to a reasonable sum,
you know how it is in catering.
Fucking tax thresholds!
They're like a murderer!
And then everyone wonders why
there are no Michelin stars in Poland!
- Kuba
- You'll be able to stay as a manager.
Kuba, wait don't fucking
go all Cosa Nostra on me.
Treat us as a helping hand.
Just a sec.
What is it?
What's this about, Janusz?
What happened?
They didn't even
flush it down the toilet.
- Sir we'll go now.
- Where?
- We'll go.
- You will. But not so fast.
Now, the guessing game:
What is it snorting?
Not much
Fuck, Kuba complete shit.
This is the battleground
for the soul of today's youth.
Look at them. How old can they be?
- Your wallets.
- Fuck, come on
Janusz, show them your badge.
Wallets, now!
Fucking mephedroniacs!
First of all, this is not a place
where any junior high loser
can come to and get high.
Get it, you lot?!
This is a major club, with fucking DJs
from Germany, London, abroad!
Get it, fucking school kids?
If you get it, then get the fuck out.
Get the fuck out!
- I got the piece you asked for.
- OK.
- Balon was asking about you.
- Balon?
- Tell him to fuck off!
- He's pissed.
Tomorrow, word. Thanks.
It's like that all the time.
Always something.
- Are you afraid of something?
- No, why?
- Why do you need a gun?
- Don't you carry one?
I know you're late with the rent.
And there'll be a vote
on the liquor license.
- We'll give you two days.
- I'll add an extra
ten grand from the bar, today.
Just please
Please, man
Call me only to say "Come over".
I thought everything is good,
that we're getting along.
And that cop
He's to be gone by tomorrow.
WON'T YOU EVEN SAY HI?
Whassup.
Can you give me a lift to the ATM?
STRYJ CALLING
In one hour, at the Ruskis'.
We need you, it's urgent.
- How urgent?
- We've got Sikor.
Long time not see!
Going somewhere? Let's talk.
- What's do you want?
- Come one, don't make a scene.
Fucking drive!
What happened?
What the fuck happened? Open up!
It swallowed my card.
The fucking ATM ate my card, I swear.
What the fuck will I do now? What now?
No card, no fucking cash. Fuck
- Dude, I've got cash put away for rent.
- 800.
- I'm good for it.
- Get in.
Fuck me.
- Whassup!
- Whassup, re-up!
Fuck, Balon is pretty high,
show the blow, let us fly!
Fuck, hi!
- Hello.
- My girlfriend has just moved out.
- She left her stuff.
- Hence the fucking mess.
- That's not mine.
- You didn't answer your phone.
It's from this dude Sikor, for tests.
He sold it cheap, but he went AWOL.
- Want to try?
- No, thanks.
- Suit yourself.
- A game?
Where's the fucking money?
Where did I put it?
- Which one of you stole it?
- He did!
Your old man!
No, bro, I know. Fuck.
- You spent it on the last batch.
- Fucking moron. Shut up!
- Who painted this?
- My ex, why?
Where's the fucking money?
- Sorry, guys.
- Fucking move it, I'm playing.
It's worth two grand, at least.
I'll give it to you for four eightballs.
- That's how much it sold for on eBay.
- What do you mean, sold?
I just didn't mail it yet.
Fuck me!
Dude, two more.
It's worth what you wanted
to buy tonight. Don't call me again.
Good night.
Good night.
What is this?
Sikor.
Fucking loser.
You said he's your buddy, right?
- You want to pin a stiff on me?
- What stiff?
- We'll drop him off at a hospital.
- They'll patch him up.
Check his pulse. His pulse, idiot!
Oh, fuck.
I guess we went a bit too far.
You'll stash this.
Where did he get it?
You'll get a nice cut.
- Someone will collect it.
- No one will tie it to you.
Someone always collects.
No one will fucking collect it.
Except for me.
Jacek doesn't know about this.
I talked to him today.
He didn't mention it.
Take it to a locker at the station.
You'll need a favor one day.
One heavy motherfucker
Fucking loser.
- So the woods or a fishing trip?
- I'm going home.
Fucking wait.
Come here. I need to talk to you.
I said, I'm not going anywhere.
That's complicity.
It's not about this. Listen
- I can't sleep. For two months now.
- Go see a doctor.
I'm not going to shrinks,
like some fucking nutcase.
- Hydroxyzine.
- Fucking useless.
It's like
something was tossing me
from side to side and
in my fucking stomach.
Nothing fucking helps.
I'm yawning, I can't open my eyes,
but I can't sleep either.
Fuck, it's as if something
was eating my stomach
from the inside.
- Flunitrazepam.
- Flufuckingdickam.
No, Flunitrazepam. Guys used
to slip it into girls' drinks.
The drugstores don't have it,
but I can ask around. It'll help.
- A lot.
- I can tell.
Thanks.
- Looking for something?
- No
Nice ride, though a bit flashy.
Good rims. How fast does it go?
- Buy a car magazine and find out.
- What the fuck?
Fucking move it!
I need to get back here.
- The fuck for?
- My ho is waiting at the bar.
- What ho?
- My ho.
- Beata.
- Beata?
UNANSWERED CALLS
God Almighty, the blessed Trinity,
send rain.
God Almighty, send rain,
mighty rain,
like has never rained before.
Rain like bombing.
Rain like an air raid.
Send rain and drown this city.
Do it fast, before alarms go on.
Let water engulf everything.
Black, cold, dirty water.
Let it cover the buildings, the streets,
the intersections, let it drown
the Palace of Culture up to its spire.
Let the water flow out of the Vistula
let it flood both its banks
let it swamp the restaurants
and go-go clubs
TV stations, advertising agencies
let it drown churches
and shopping malls,
all the party joints on Mazowiecka,
the Bethlehem
let it drown us and everyone we know.
Sink this city, otherwise I'll be
cruising around it for a million years.
Flood us, God, because
we don't deserve anything else.
Because we are incapable
of thought and love.
Because we don't want it. Because
we're wandering through a forest,
drunken with words,
deafened by noise
blinded by lights.
Oh, Lord, answer my prayer,
although I have nothing
to offer in return.
In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.
You need to get more sleep,
Mr. Kuba.
- Shall we go?
- Easy.
- You're going to spend Christmas alone?
- I am.
I'm too old to fly around the world,
visiting relatives.
- Did you fly when you were younger?
- No, never.
But you seem to fly more often
than I go to church.
- I'm fed up a bit.
- No way.
- You've seen so much of the world.
- Mostly hotels.
- They're all the same.
- Is that so?
Only in Australia
the water whirls the other way.
Now you're making a fool out of me.
I've done your shopping.
I've told you so many times
I can't return the favor!
You're terrible.
- What's that?
- Hello, Kuba?
Hold on.
- I was thinking about your dream.
- And?
- That it was just a dream, don't worry.
- I know it was just a dream.
I feel weird, I can't sleep.
Take a Xanax.
Sorry.
Sorry for bothering your ass.
- I'm a monster.
- Don't flatter yourself.
- I'll call you later, bye.
- Bye.
Thank you.
That lady who called,
is she your sweetheart?
Forgive me. I'm old, so I'm nosy.
- Mrs. Maria, there
- Thank you.
- I'll be leaving for some time.
- With her?
It's still up in the air.
As always, if there was mail
or anyone asked
Yes, I know. When are you leaving?
Maybe you'd find time
to bring the girl for tea? And cake?
- I don't know
- I baked it myself.
TROPIKI, 1 PM
Hey, Dario! It's been a while.
- Looking good.
- You're lying.
- Only the truth will set us free.
- I know, I'm lying.
- They feed you shit, you look like shit.
- Sure. Let's go.
- To Sopot.
- What?
I have to see the sea.
Take me to the Tri-City. To Sopot.
All right. It's not far.
What's with that face?
I've got bad news. Palec and the rest
There's a problem.
I've got bad news too, love.
You'll be fucking tonight
until your dick falls off.
- Sopot is the place for teens.
- Sure, but you should know.
That old whore Warsaw is mine.
Relax,
I'll go there tomorrow and fix her.
Let's go.