Vinci 2 (2025)

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Yes?

How much of an advance does he want?

What?

300 million yen?

Okay. Give him the money.

Yo, Cuma!

-Or should I say "Hola amigo"?

-Slim, for f*ck's sake.

Why are you here?

I was in the neighborhood.

How did you find me?

Nobody knows where I live.

You know what it's like today,

with everything stored in the clouds.

What's important is that I found you.

Won't you invite me in?

-Mi casa e su casa, and all that.

-Hasta la vista.

At least let me take a piss.

I had to hold it in a long time

getting to you here.

Gracias.

Are you done?

You need to hear me out.

I don't have to do anything. Get out.

I have a job for you.

Piss and piss off.

I'm not leaving until you hear this.

Just give me five minutes.

-Get out!

-Just five minutes.

I'll give you three.

Nice place you have here.

-Did Fatso send you?

-Forget him.

Listen. I've been working on this one

for six months.

I'm working with these two young g*ns,

very talented.

-What do you need me for then?

-Those two crapped out on me.

They're feeding me crap about

the Silicon Valley, high-tech, new era.

No f*ck' way, old-school.

Classic boom-boom.

You remember that? They say no. I gave up.

There are two weeks left.

I'd feel safer with you.

You'd see it through.

Somebody gave you a chance

for a hit like that? You?

You were a fetch boy for Fatso.

I understand that you and Fatso back then

were in the major leagues.

I was just starting off.

But the times have changed.

You've been AWOL for a while.

Now I'm the man.

You're not man enough to pull this off.

I'll be the bigger man here

and let this fly.

How much did you score back then?

I'm paying this much.

Not enough?

All right.

How about this much?

What? Still no good?

Listen, this is happening, but you know

Some people are skilled,

and some are masters.

I'm 100% sure about you.

I'd give them 98. Maybe even 95.

Think about it.

You come in for the last stretch,

but get paid for the whole run.

Piece of cake. Like back then.

Really?

Vinci again?

Say yes, and I'll give you the details.

No.

And that's my final answer.

Call me if you change your mind.

Two weeks. Adis, amigo.

-Hi, honey.

-Hi.

Did you have a guest?

An old friend from Poland dropped by.

And you didn't invite him to dinner?

He's an old friend, not a good friend.

Did you know that Javier

and Marisa got a puppy?

A dog? Dogs are just trouble.

Surely not as much as you are.

You're gonna want to keep him.

Look how cute he is.

Let's drink to love!

And to the puppy who has my ears.

That was nice.

We need to get one, too.

And the dog, so adorable.

-Do you want more wine?

-No, thanks.

How about you tell me more about

this old friend of yours?

It's a long story.

-We've got time. Go on.

-Why?

Because ever since he dropped by

you've been acting strange.

He offered me a job.

A job? What kind of job?

Stealing a painting.

-Shameless. You don't steal anymore.

-Exactly.

Which painting?

-Same as back then.

-Da Vinci?

He didn't say exactly, but I think so.

-And what did you say to that?

-I said no.

-Well, at first.

-At first?

Carmen

If I'm being honest

I didn't want to say no.

-What are you saying?

-That I want to do it.

Really? Well, if you think I'm going to

stop you, you're wrong.

And if you think I'll tell you to do it,

you're even more wrong.

You could lose everything.

But do as you will.

You're sleeping here today. You idiot!

You're out of your mind.

-Good afternoon.

-Good afternoon.

My name is Robert Cumiski.

-You'll be staying with us for a week.

-At least.

You're in Room 102.

Breakfast is served until ten.

Or rather noon. Enjoy your stay!

-Have a nice day, thank you!

-Good day.

-Hello?

-It's me. I'm here.

-Cuma? Where's here?

-In Krakow.

-In Krakow? Really? Well, look at this.

-How can we meet?

Wait. Come by Manggha in three hours.

I'll be there.

It's the Fukushima Masanori tachi,

from the 16th century!

Tachi, my a*s! Are you doing this

just to spite me? Change the date.

It was the only one available. I can't.

Well, I can't either.

What are you doing?

This area is off limits.

-I'm sorry.

-We'll finish this later.

Okay.

-Yes?

-I'm looking for the museum's director.

-The curator.

-Sure, the curator.

That's me. How can I help you?

Nice to meet you. I just wanted to ask

If the Lady is going abroad

in the near future?

-Excuse me?

-The Lady with an Ermine.

My wife and I live in Spain.

She wasn't able to come.

So I thought maybe

you'd have some exchange

with Prado or Thyssen.

Sir, I do not provide such information.

Especially to strangers

in the service corridor.

-Is it a secret?

-Yes.

If you don't mind.

-All right. Goodbye.

-Goodbye.

CZARTORYSKI MUSEUM

CECILLIA GALLERANI A SURPRISE YEARS LATER

So, Wojtek,

can you see him?

Is that Cuma?

f*ck!

-I heard he left Poland.

-He did.

But now he's back.

I need to know about his every move.

I'm handing him over to you.

He's all yours.

I have a flight to Budapest

in three hours.

Budapest? What the f*ck for?

For a CEPOL pursuit training.

You sent me yourself.

I don't know.

I might have to ask Krzysiek then.

Krzysiek?

Maybe I should stay.

No, go to f*cking Budapest.

Krzysiek, come here.

-I have a job for you.

-What's up?

-Do you see that guy?

-What guy?

-The one in the front with a laptop.

-I see him.

This is a thief.

A real thief?

Yes. An art thief.

And we are

-A special task force

-Dedicated to

To catching these kinds of thieves.

Thank you.

Yo, Cuma.

-May I?

-Nope.

Thanks.

How long has it been?

Fifteen, sixteen years?

First of all

"how long has it been, Mr. Cumiski?"

or, "how long, Mr. Robert?".

-A round 20.

-See?

Why are you here, Robert?

So we're on a first-name basis? Okay.

What's your name? Let's say Alojzy.

Listen, Alojzy,

it's none of your business.

-Something's about to go down, right?

-Really, what?

You tell me.

-There you go.

-Thank you.

You know what, Alojzy?

I've been gone for a long time,

I'm not up to date.

I'll let you finish your food

But after that, Mr. Cumisk

you'll get the f*ck out of my city.

Thank you for the warm welcome.

I'll consider your proposition, officer.

As long as you kindly f*ck off.

Coo.

A CUNI thought it'd be worse.

Mr. Cumiski?

You don't remember me.

I'm Julian's neighbor.

My name is Bakalarzowa.

Of course, hello.

Long time no see.

Are you here to see Julian?

Julian?

That's right.

Has he moved back in? When?

About three years ago.

Go visit him. He'll be happy to see you.

He's had a bit of a rough patch,

but I'm not one to gossip.

Oh my, I need to run to the clinic

to get some tests done.

Goodbye.

-Sure thing. Good luck.

-Thank you.

-Who is it?

-Yo, Hornet!

-f*ck

-That's right.

-Hi there.

-Hi.

Bakalarzowa told me you moved back in.

She's a gossip.

Do you need something?

I need to go back to sleep.

You sleep during the day?

I work at night,

so I sleep during the day.

Won't you invite me in?

It's messy in there.

What happened?

Why aren't you with Magda?

-Because.

-Because? What kind of an answer is that?

The last time Carmen and I visited you,

everything seemed great.

It seemed.

And then it didn't.

That's why I haven't heard from you

in five years?

-Five?

-You know what?

You'd think that when you're in trouble,

you'd call a friend.

And then the friend would try to help.

But I don't need help.

Do you need something? I need to sleep.

I'll be around for a couple of days.

You know where to find me.

Cuma.

Don't come back here again.

Okay.

You've got it.

Good luck, Julian.

Cuma, sit down. Make yourself at home.

-Sashimi for you, sir.

-Thank you.

Go ahead, order something.

The hamachi sashimi is really good.

I just ate.

I'm in.

The penny has finally dropped,

as they say.

What painting is it?

Why are you asking me about a painting?

It's not going to be a painting?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Okay, enough is enough.

I ate my humble pie,

you've got one over me.

-Good to see Cuma back in the saddle.

-Talk.

When I was on my way to you

and it's a long way

I thought to myself that I have a plan B,

but no one will do it as well as Cuma.

But when I saw you in that kitchen

in your little apron,

I understood why you didn't want to do it.

And you were right not to want to.

Because you're too old for a boom-boom.

What are you talking about?

Really, go back to your papele

or whatever you call it.

What little apron? What does it matter?

That you're an old man.

A boomer, as they say nowadays.

And you think speaking in youth slang

makes you younger?

It's all about the young today.

They're talented, educated, eager,

and, above all, cheaper.

As the classic said,

"the rest is silence."

But it was good to see you.

Really, order something.

Are you kidding me?

We both know that you need me.

Really need me.

I did.

I went to you, and you said no. Remember?

So I don't need you anymore.

Okay.

And my no, unlike yours,

is my final answer.

Did you see him?

-Who is he?

-He's a thief.

-That grandpa?

-He used to be the best.

Is Slim looking for a backup on the side?

I'm not sure myself.

Hey, old man.

-What are you poking your nose into?

-Excuse me?

What are doing here?

Got bored on your retirement?

On the contrary.

I used to live fast, but without pleasure.

Nowadays, I have plenty of time,

so I can really savor life.

You used to pull off stunts with an axe,

but today you need a scalpel!

And your hands are shaking.

You might just cut off a finger.

The number you have dialed

is not in service.

The number you have dialed

is not in service.

Hello?

-Janek? Hi, it's Cuma.

-I'm not Janek, I'm his son.

Can I talk to Janek, I mean your dad?

Janek is dead.

-My condolences.

-He died 15 years ago.

-I'm sorry to hear that.

-You should be.

Hello?

Hello, is this Helmut's place?

-Yes.

-May I speak to him?

-Helmut is gone.

-He's dead?

-What? No, he's at a milonga.

-At a milonga?

Cuma? I don't believe my own eyes.

Are you a ghost?

I thought tough guys don't dance.

They do when they're retired.

Basia, honey, get me a you know.

-You've had one already.

-Okay, a cup of coffee then.

-Do you remember Slim?

-The one that worked for Fatso?

He visited me in Spain.

He pitched an idea.

He only said it's the same as back then.

Da Vinci? And you want to do it?

Well, the guy drives 3,500 km.

He offers a big job, for big money.

I come all the way to Krakow,

and he tells me:

"f*ck off, Cuma. It's off.

I've got my own people."

Turns out it's these two hipster wimps.

They're no rookies though.

Remember that job in Cluj-Napoca?

Transylvania, Romania.

They're the ones who jacked

Vlad the Impaler's six-feathered mace.

15th-century bludgeon owned

by Dracula himself. Six kilos of gold.

f*ck the six-pack.

I need to know what he wants to steal.

Word is, a Raphael resurfaced.

The museum is planning a surprise event.

I heard the rumors, but they're just that.

What if they're not?

That means that it will be stolen

before they'll exhibit it in the museum.

Just like you did.

I never stole anything.

Thank you, honey.

-It's decaf.

-Yeah.

All right, will you check out

the Raphael for me?

-I'll ask around. Come back tomorrow.

-Okay.

RAPHAEL RECOVERED?

-Good morning, Madam Curator.

-It's you again.

I'm glad to see you because

I have another question.

-Are you insane?

-Not at all!

Because I don't live in Poland.

I'm in Krakow for a bit and just

want to make the most of it.

-Maybe try the main entrance.

-I have.

It's really beautiful.

In fact, that's where I saw a poster.

What is the surprise

that the museum is preparing?

Sir, a surprise is a surprise

because you don't know what it is.

That's right.

Is it a Raphael, by any chance?

The Portrait of a Young Man

that went missing during the w*r?

I do not wish to talk about this.

I heard it was found

somewhere near Strzegom.

Stop harassing me,

or I'll call the police.

-Lamb or beef?

-It's chicken.

How can you eat this sh*t?

What's your name? James Bond?

No, it's Jele. Krzysiek Jele.

Krzysiek, listen.

Tell that coo Alojzy,

that the tactics he saw in Colombo

don't work anymore.

Take care.

And eat something decent.

-Hey Helmut.

-Hey.

Get me a coffee, Jdru.

Listen, the museum's making

such a mystery out of it,

it really could be the Raphael.

-Do you know anything?

-I do.

-What?

-Something.

Tell me.

I will, but you have to dance with her.

Are you kidding me?

I told her that you live in Argentina,

and now Basia wants to tango with you.

-I told you I don't f*cking dance.

-Even when a lady asks?

Okay, I'll do it. But first the tip.

-You sure you'll dance? 100%?

-Yeah, 100%.

-A thief's word?

-f*ck you, I said I would.

-It's not the Raphael.

-So he wants to steal the Lady.

Once something is in this museum,

there's no f*cking way to steal it.

100% it's not the Lady.

But there's a lady waiting

for you here on 200%.

Hold on.

Are you in pain?

He's younger in the photo,

but yes, it's him.

-Who is it?

-Well, you know, he's

A thief.

He's a thief. An art thief.

It was quiet for 20 years,

and suddenly he shows up.

-He asked for the missing Raphael.

-A Raphael?

Rumor says it was found in Strzegom.

Do you think he could be dangerous?

A thief is always a thief.

No worries.

Our security system is foolproof.

-As long as the painting is in the museum.

-What am I supposed to do?

It's our job, now.

He's under surveillance anyway.

My best people are on it.

Let me know if he tries

to contact you again.

Call me directly.

Of course.

-Hello?

-Hi, Cuma.

-I'd like to talk.

-Then talk.

Can you come over? I ordered pizza.

-Now?

-Yes, now.

Can't you do something about the elevator?

It's just been fixed.

Oh my God.

What is this? Where did you get it?

It's Hagen's copy.

He always said:

"If you're making two copies, make three".

But we did sell three copies back then.

Maybe it was:

"If you're making three, make four"?

Magda found it behind the wardrobe.

When she was cleaning out his apartment.

Clever b*stard, that Hagen.

She then gave it to me.

Back when she still loved me.

f*ck' hell!

You think it's funny?

-So, tell me.

-Tell you what?

Everything. What happened?

Why do you live here?

I got kicked off the force

with a one-way ticket and a bad rep.

I started drinking way too much.

My son would see it and get upset.

Magda threw me out.

I'm three years sober now.

I started working in security.

So I can pay alimony.

-You should have called me.

-What would you have done?

Would you quit drinking for me?

Why did they fire you?

It's a long story for another time. You?

-What about me?

-Why did you come?

Remember Slim?

The rookie that worked for Fatso.

He tracked me down in Spain.

He offered me a job.

What do I care?

You asked me why I came.

-I asked out of habit.

-I answered out of habit.

He said it would be easy, boom-boom,

like back then with Fatso.

Did you hear about the recovered Raphael?

-It's just gossip.

-Everyone says that, but

If you want to steal, steal.

None of my business.

No, quite the opposite.

I was thinking maybe there's a way

to mess with Slim.

Steal that Raphael from under him,

beat him to it.

I'm out.

-I'm done trying to save the world.

-All right, I wasn't offering.

-I'm just thinking out loud.

-And I'm answering out loud.

All right.

I'll be on my way. Thanks for dinner.

And for calling me.

If you hadn't, you know.

I know.

FIREWORKS JAN WERBUS BENDAREK

Watch where the f*ck you're going.

-I could've k*lled you.

-I'm sorry.

I got distracted by this sign.

I had a friend called Werbus once.

He was a miner.

My dad was a miner.

Really?

He had this thing where he remembered

every name but couldn't recognize faces.

-He had a condition.

-What's your name?

Cumiski. Robert Cumiski. Why?

Cuma? My dad told me so much about you.

-So, you're

-Kornelia.

Really?

The last time I saw you, you were

-Khurtsilava.

-Beckenbauer.

Yes, dad told me. Can we take a selfie?

For my dad.

Will he recognize me?

If I tell him you're Cuma,

he'll have to believe.

Okay.

What is it, Julian?

Could you drop something off

for Teodor at Magda's?

-I left it for you at the reception.

-Yeah, sure, I could.

It's a late birthday gift.

Teo's wanted it for a long time.

-Magda won't let me near him.

-And she'll let me?

All right, I'll try.

Good morning.

A friend left a package for me.

Robert Cumiski.

Ah, yes.

-There you go.

-Thank you.

And I'm going to have to check out.

Room 102.

But you were supposed to stay longer.

What happened?

-You know what it's like.

-It's because of the Brits.

-No, everything was great.

-I know, they make so much noise.

It's just family matters.

I'll need a taxi.

-To the station or the airport?

-To the Balice airport.

Thank you.

Excuse me, I'm here to pick up

sheet music for Mr. Rubinstein.

There you go.

-Good morning.

-Good morning.

I'll take it.

-What time is your flight?

-In two hours.

And where are you going,

if you don't mind me asking?

-To Malaga.

-Oh, Spain.

They say it's cheaper to live there.

Is that true?

-It is.

-But it's more fun here, no?

Sometimes.

We're not going to the airport.

Skargi Street.

Boss, the eagle is airborne.

-Hello?

-I'm here to see Magda.

-And who shall I announce?

-Cuma.

Ms. Magda in her workshop.

I'm surprised she's let you in.

-Yo, Cuma.

-Hi, Magda.

What a beautiful home you have.

It's my home.

-Gorgeous.

-And what's that?

It's a gift for Teo from Julian.

If you want to talk about Julian,

you can go.

Believe me

I had no idea.

All I know is that

when you visited us in Spain

everything seemed perfect,

like you were made for each other.

It seemed that way. But then it didn't.

I don't want to stick my nose,

but maybe you could cut him some slack?

So he could get happy drunk?

-He doesn't drink anymore.

-He doesn't drink?

No.

He's an alcoholic.

And he will always be one.

Teo is still at school.

Leave it in the hallway on your way out.

Take care. Bye.

I forgot you had this great view.

All I have is this view.

I tried to talk to Magda.

-And?

-It didn't go well.

Okay, give it to me.

Give you what?

It's "another time" now,

finish your story.

Five years ago, I became a commander

in the AT unit. There was an accident.

Not my fault. My deputy screwed up

and ended up dead.

So did two other guys,

and one's crippled now.

I took the blame. So that Maciek's widow

could get compensation.

Then I started to drink.

I had no idea it was that bad.

It is.

Listen Julian,

I think Magda is just scared.

She doesn't believe you can change.

What else can I do to prove it?

-I don't know. We'll think of something.

-We?

Thanks, Cuma. I can handle it on my own.

I have to go find a new hotel.

You can stay here. If you want.

-I have a spare room.

-Are you serious?

I work nights at the Manggha.

And sleep during the day.

At the Manggha?

I was just there.

I saw our Japanese guy

with some kind of tour group.

Tanaka. He still lives here.

He never left Poland?

-He's married to Zjawiska.

-Who's Zjawiska?

The curator at the museum.

All right. There you go. I'm off.

-Thanks Julian.

-Thank you.

It's Cuma.

-Hello?

-You're right, Slim.

You can't step into the same river twice.

You say so?

We've never been in this river.

I won't steal this painting with you.

I'll steal it myself.

-What painting?

-The Raphael.

Ladron que roba a ladron

tiene cien aos de perdon!

Easy there, Banderas.

And the wacko hangs up. Damn polyglot.

"A thief who steals from a thief

has a hundred years of pardon."

Exactly, a wacko.

Excuse me. Did I hear right

that you were talking about Kurosawa?

Yes, this armor was used

in the film Shadow Warrior.

-Kurosawa Akira Kagemusha.

-Amazing.

Aren't you a tour guide?

I saw you at the Czartoryski Museum.

Yes. No. My wife works there.

Excuse me, I must go.

I know you.

I have an uncanny memory for faces.

Didn't you bring the Lady with an Ermine

to Krakow 20 years ago?

-Yes, it was me.

-I thought so.

We nearly lost the Lady forever.

Yes, the hit on the car.

How do you know about it?

I worked in the special group

that protected and recovered paintings.

-Really? So you saved my life?

-How come?

If the Lady hadn't been recovered,

I'd have to commit seppuku.

Cuma-san, may I offer you lunch?

Gladly.

So, Kazu, your wife works

at the Czartoryski Museum?

Yes.

Do you happen to know what

surprise they're planning?

I can't tell you. My wife would k*ll me.

She won't find out.

I promised her I wouldn't tell,

and I won't.

But I can tell you what's coming

to the Manggha Museum.

Even though it's also a secret.

So you're willing to reveal this one,

but not the other?

Because it's my secret.

And because you saved my life,

I'm willing to share it with you.

Tell me the secret.

It's is the tachi sword

of Fukushima Masanori,

who had the honor

of shedding the first blood

in the Battle of Shizugatake in 1583.

Yeah, I saw the billboards.

We have a sword like that too.

It's called Szczerbiec.

But what about the surprise?

Tell me something. Anything.

It's a living being.

A living being?

How is it living?

What the hell is it? An ermine?

Excuse me, Cuma-san.

Yes?

There you go.

I'm on my way.

I'm sorry, it was my wife. I have to go.

Sure, say hi to your wife for me.

Bye, Kazu.

WORLD'S MOST EXPENSIVE ANIMALS

A white lion?

138 thousand dollars?

Frenkel, the twelve-year-old racehorse.

Cuma?

-Who's asking?

-Khurtsilava.

I got your number from my daughter.

Is this really you?

Who else? Beckenbauer.

Fantastic, are you still in Krakow?

-I am for a while longer.

-Come over then.

-We're celebrating.

-Celebrating what?

-My 50th birthday.

-Oh, brother. Happy birthday!

-It would be nice if you came.

-Where is that ranch of yours?

Ojcw, near the Deotyma's Needle rock.

I don't think I can make it today.

Okay, another time.

Hi, Magda.

From Julian's fridge.

I have something to ask you.

Not over the phone, but I can drop by.

You're with Teo, in the city? Perfect.

Where is this playground?

I know the place.

Okay, I'm on my way.

-Hey, Magda.

-Hey.

-Goal!

-Bravo!

-Hi, I'm uncle Cuma.

-I'm Teo.

Did you like the gift?

-What gift?

-The one from your dad.

-Dad?

-Go play with your friend.

I'll talk to uncle Cuma.

Great kid.

You know what?

I just want you to know that

I like you and Julian the same.

Just so it's clear.

I just can't look at you two suffering.

It's pointless.

-I don't want to talk about Julian.

-Okay, we won't.

You think he's happy stuck

in a museum as a janitor?

Why did he take that job?

So that he can see Teo.

Unemployed he'd never

have a chance for that.

No court would allow him.

Please understand.

Did he tell you how Teo

nearly drowned because of him?

Did he tell you that?

Okay, I don't want to talk

about this anymore. It's your business.

I actually wanted to ask you

about something else.

What is it?

-What's that Raphael copy for?

-You saw it?

-Yes.

-So what?

Word is, someone

wants to steal that Raphael.

The Raphael? But it's gone.

Then why are you making a copy?

Just because there's a copy

doesn't mean it still exists.

-Or that there's a crime.

-Interesting.

You're not helping Slim, are you?

-Who's Slim?

-Never mind.

All I'm saying is that when someone

makes a copy of a valuable painting,

something's up.

-Teo!

-Dad!

I'm so happy.

-Great, Cuma, thank you.

-But Magda.

-I missed you so much.

-I missed you too.

-Mom!

-Mom, I found Dad!

Come.

We're going home, and Dad's going to work.

-Bye, Teo.

-Bye.

Hornet! Stop.

I'm telling you to stop.

You just happened to be walking by?

You followed me, right?

You f*cked everything up.

I don't care.

Do you know how hard this was for me?

I haven't seen him in three months.

That's what I was trying to do.

Help you see him.

And who asked you? Go back to your life.

-I wanted to help you. Both of you.

-I don't give a f*ck.

Don't wait up for me with breakfast.

No problem.

Watch out, it's a living being.

-What did you say?

-A living being.

I'm sorry.

-Khurtsilava!

-Beckenbauer!

Hey!

-You haven't changed a bit.

-Same goes for you.

Yeah, right. Werbus, now I live in Spain.

-Maybe we should change the code word?

-To what?

-"Lewandowski."

-Cool. What about the reply?

-You decide.

-Is Carvajal, okay?

Great. Happy Birthday.

I wish we always recognize each other.

Thank you.

-Please meet my wife, Eulalia.

-Hello.

-Eulalia.

-Cumiski, nice to meet you.

And this is my son, Janek.

He will carry on after me.

-Hello.

-Hi, Kornelia.

-He's a living being.

-Yes, he is incredibly lively.

-Do you want to try?

-Maybe later.

I send in the cross, you head it in,

one last play,

and we end our careers with a bang.

Dad.

That sounds like a plan.

What does he want to steal?

I just know something's coming.

But not what, where, when or how.

At first I thought it was about the Lady.

But that's impossible.

Then I thought it was about the Raphael.

But that's a fake.

I got a tip that it's a living being.

-That's a dead end.

-Maybe it's an Arabian horse?

I checked all the top-priced animals.

Who's going to steal a horse

from a museum?

-Maybe the saddle is expensive?

-Come on, dad

We'll ask around town.

There's a lot going on.

Enough about this.

It's your birthday. Let's have fun!

That's right. Let's go dancing.

Let's go Janek.

One more time. Cheers, Werbus!

Honey, it's time for cake.

Soon you'll be better than me at this.

I already am.

-I'll be back in two.

-Okay.

-Hello.

-Hello.

Keep the change.

"Kiss and ride" means you leave,

not park here.

-f*ck you!

-Can't park here.

f*ck off, lady.

Hey, you clowns!

Grandpa.

Didn't you get that Slim's whistle

blows in a whole different league?

Want a football metaphor with a whistle?

Let me ask you

Are you banging the ball about, kid?

"Banging the ball"?

Did you talk like that in the Middle Ages?

Don't celebrate before the last whistle.

What boomer bull

are you babbling about now?

Good luck.

Ta chi.

-Why are you asking me about a painting?

-It's not a painting?

-Maybe it's a painting, maybe not.

-f*ck me.

Cuma!

Cuma!

You didn't sleep here?

I was at a party. Guess where.

I won't guess.

-At Werbus's place, in Ojcw.

-Great.

You remember him?

He's the one who doesn't recognize faces.

I don't remember his face,

I don't remember Werbus.

-What pissed you off this morning?

-f*ck.

A f*cking expensive exhibit's coming in,

and three of my guys are out sick.

-This sword from Japan?

-How do you know that?

The whole city is plastered

with billboards.

-That's true.

-It's coming from Japan?

From Lithuania. It was exhibited

in Trakai, and now it's coming here.

When will it be here?

Why?

I want to go to a museum

to see an expensive sword.

-You want to go to a museum?

-Sure I do.

-In two days.

-Two days? I'll be here.

Okay, let's focus,

we don't have much time.

We know what and when.

Which leaves: where and how.

Slim said it's the same thing

as 20 years ago. So, canals?

No, this kind of boom-boom

near Manggha is impossible.

The canals are too shallow and too narrow.

It's not the old town.

So it has to happen earlier.

Once the sword is at Manggha, it's safe.

They'll attack

on the way from the airport?

There will be security,

they'd need to have g*ns.

It's 15 years more in prison.

It's not worth it.

We don't want to steal, right?

We want to prevent the theft?

Yes, of course. Don't worry.

One more thing.

There will be additional costs,

for you too.

We're working pro bono.

No matter if it works out.

All I can offer you

is one hell of a vacation in Andalusia.

-Sound good to me.

-I'm in.

Me too. And thanks for Camp Nou.

Dad took us to El Clsico

I know it's thanks to you.

Your dad did a fantastic job back then.

He deserves a lifetime pass to La Liga.

And what a lineup they had!

Valds, Puyol, Xavi, Eto'o,

Ronaldinho, Messi, and Iniesta

Bara won 3:0 that day.

Eto'o in the 29th minute

after a pass from Ronaldinho.

Then van Bronckhorst in the 43rd

after a setup from Deco.

And in the 77th, Ronaldinho, after Eto'o

returned the favor with an assist.

Just to see it one more time in my life,

the 90th minute of the Champions League,

Lewandowski gets a perfect cross,

drills it into the top corner

with a bicycle kick,

and the whole stadium roars:

"Lewandowski."

Guys.

-What if it's a bridge?

-A bridge?

-A bridge.

-In the center of the city? Impossible.

-They're going to blow something up.

-Are you sure?

Yes. Just like back then.

We made an expl*si*n.

They'd need a ton of expl*sives.

Let's say they're there.

Is it possible to detect them?

Yes, if it's Semtex.

They've been adding volatile agents

for 30 years now so it's easier to detect.

It's a counter-terrorism measure.

Can you neutralize it?

Piece of cake, if I can lock onto

the detonator's frequency

Which bridge?

-Dbnicki.

-Why Dbnicki?

It's been in renovation for six months.

That's why. Construction, noise.

You could plant expl*sives

without anyone knowing.

The drone's gas spectrometer

picked this up.

It's all Semtex?

I don't know, but it's definitely

a plastic expl*sive.

Now check this out.

It's an old Nokia phone.

They'll probably use it for detonation.

-An old Nokia?

-Its battery holds longer.

So, someone has to climb there

and disconnect it?

I think a radio signal jammer will do.

But if we jam the Nokia,

we won't be able to use our phones.

We'll do it at the last moment.

So they don't know.

When will the last moment be?

When the car with the sword stops.

But how will you start the boom-boom,

if there's no radio?

Using a cable.

We'll need to lay the cable on the ground.

We have to climb the bridge anyway.

We'll hide the cable.

-But who will start it?

-The one on the bridge.

No, I already have a job.

-Konnichiwa.

-Konnichiwa, Cuma-san.

I'm sorry to drop by

without an invitation.

I was thinking about that sword.

I had no idea

it was such an incredible sword.

I told you it was awesome.

-Why is it so valuable?

-Why?

Tachi were the earliest samurai swords.

And they were long.

When they started fighting up close,

they made shorter blades, katanas.

And all the tachis were shortened.

That's why finding an untouched tachi

like this is such a rarity.

If it was that long and curved,

how did they transport it?

There's a special case.

Airtight, fireproof, and crush-resistant.

What does it look like?

There are three types of those cases.

-That many?

-Only three.

In the 16th century, there were thirteen.

But only three survived.

The Cat Neko, the Dragonfly Tonbo,

and the Tiger Tora.

Cases were made from the hardest lacquer,

reinforced with steel.

But that was back then, right?

They don't use lacquer now, right?

Sure, but they look the same. Look.

The modern ones are reinforced

with graphene.

-200 times stronger than steel.

-May I?

They're light and feel like cardboard.

Graphene.

So the one from Vilnius

will come in a Dragonfly or a Tiger?

Or a Cat. I don't know. It's classified.

I bet it is.

It's amazing.

Excuse me, I need to get this.

Hello?

Yes, I'm in a meeting.

Julian, this guitar for Teo

had this great case.

It looked custom-made.

Where did you get it from?

From Stawski, Hagen's old friend.

His workshop is on Parkowa Street.

What are you up to?

Nothing, looking for a gift for Carmen.

Tell him you know Magda.

-I have to go, bye.

-Bye.

It's my dad. He's very important.

If that's your dad,

then our exhibits are in good hands.

-Good morning.

-Good morning.

How can I help you?

-Do you take orders here, ma'am?

-I'm not "ma'am," I'm Nela.

I'm here about a case.

You'll have to talk to my grandpa

about cases. Grandpa.

Thanks, Nela.

How can I help you?

You make custom cases, right?

For instruments, orthopedic shoes.

I need three cases like these.

Here's the details.

This is an unusual order.

What are they to be made of?

-Something that resembles graphen.

-Matte polyester.

And I need combination locks.

-Three or four digits?

-Four.

I need them by tomorrow.

I'm not sure I could do it in two weeks!

Tomorrow morning. Money is no object.

You must be kidding. It's just me

and I only have two hands.

The sign says "Stawski & Son."

Can't the son help?

I'm the son.

You used to work for Hagen, right?

Not that I remember.

-Will you do it for tomorrow, or not?

-Two weeks, no negotiations.

Thank you.

You forgot something.

Lewandowski? Is everything okay?

-No, we're screwed.

-For the love of the Tsar

No cases. We need to move to plan B.

What's plan B?

I don't know yet.

-Hello.

-Can you dive?

Me?

I hate water. But Kornelia is great at it.

There's mom.

I'm so happy you let him.

-Did you like it?

-Samurai? Oh yeah.

Here's your guitar.

A samurai and a guitarist.

That's right!

-See you.

-Bye.

Alright, so we've got: a tank, fins,

belt, regulator, and a jacket.

That'll be 3,650. Shall I pack it up?

Let me check first.

Wait a minute, are you buying or not?

I want to buy this too.

Just a second!

Hi, Kornelia.

I heard you're quite the diver.

I've got a Master Scuba Diver certificate.

Why?

-Do you have your own wetsuit?

-No, I always rent one. Why?

-What's your size?

-Small. Why?

All right, thanks.

-It's a small, right?

-Yes

And it's the last one? I'll take it.

Sure.

-Hello?

-Magda, some guy came over.

Wanted me to make cases for him

for tomorrow.

-And how does this concern me?

-He mentioned Hagen's name.

-What did he look like?

-He wore a leather jacket.

Cuma. I know him.

-Do it.

-How? For tomorrow?

I can't make them myself.

When this guy asks you

for something, do it.

Better do it.

Stop everything else, and do it.

-And what's in it for me?

-Nothing.

Hagen wouldn't forgive you,

if you didn't help this guy

-Just do it.

-For free?

-You owe me.

-Not you, I owe Hagen.

-Exactly. And I'm his heir.

-Bye.

Grze, listen.

Get Grzymaa, Ciszewski, and the rest,

and get over here.

We've got a job, it's urgent.

Good morning.

-I'd like a whistle.

-A whistle?

-Like this?

-Is there a proper one?

Like a professional one for referees?

Referee? Here.

-Great. I'll take three.

-Three? Sure.

-Three whistles, there you go.

-Thanks.

-Do you do engraving here?

-Yes.

I'll pay for everything together.

Can you engrave this?

It depends on what. On these?

It's Stawski, from Parkowa.

You're in luck, I've got

some of this black polyester left.

You'll have your thing done by tomorrow.

-Fantastic. What time tomorrow?

-I'll call you when it's ready.

Thanks.

Yes?

Some weird man came to see you.

He wouldn't give me his name.

ukaszek!

Marcin!

You beautiful b*stard.

It's so good to see you.

Did you come back for good?

Are you nuts? I'm here on vacation.

Shall we have a drink?

Ilonka, it's all right.

Two coffees in half an hour.

You've got that meeting

with the councilman in a few minutes.

He can wait.

Enjoying the view from my old desk?

Eh, you know. All quiet, smooth sailing.

Though our old friend Cuma

has just shown up.

-No way.

-He's been acting strange.

Snooping around the Czartoryski Museum.

He was supposed to fly back to Spain.

But still hasn't.

It was quiet for 20 years.

And suddenly he comes back.

Maybe he's on vacation like me.

A sentimental journey.

I hope so.

But with all the security features now,

just between us, our whole unit could be

f*cking shut down today.

I'd love to retire.

-But as long as they pay you

-Yeah, sure thing.

How about you?

Is the money good in the US of A?

Let me put it this way brother, it is.

-I'm here.

-Okay.

The commissioner asked if you could wait,

he's with someone right now. Please.

-How about a coffee?

-No, thank you.

-Tea?

-Thank you.

Usually I'm at the desk.

But two years ago I had to fill in

for a friend on an operation in the field.

Supposed to be routine.

We got a tip that in Torrance,

not the friendliest neighborhood in LA,

kind of like our Prokocim-Bieanw

So there, some punks were receiving

and repacking Colombian coke.

So we roll in. Me, my buddy Jake,

and SWAT, anti-t*rrorists.

SWAT busts in, sweeps the place.

All good. Until I notice something

in a side alley.

I head in. Bam! I run into two Latinos.

Each one like Escobar

with a Turkish GL*CK in my face.

I shat myself.

I had my Beretta, sure,

but no way I'd take both down in time.

I really thought I'd die

in that piss-stained alley in Torrance.

So I lean out and scream:

"You moth-eaten sh*t bags!

f*cking condors in combat cosplay!

I'll smash your pizza faces so hard,

they'll end up in Medelln!

I'll piss on your graves,

and not even Manitou will help you."

-Holy sh*t.

-Yeah.

-What's their reaction?

-Dumbfounded.

Their jaws dropped with their Glocks.

My friend Jake made it onto the roof,

and took them both out.

-You got lucky.

-I thought it was a miracle.

But Jake explained it to me:

they froze because they saw a white agent

flashing a badge at them,

yelling at them in Swahili,

and they freaked.

All those fricative consonants in a row,

no wonder they freaked out.

But Manitou is more Apache, not Colombian?

You've really leveled up

since we last saw each other, huh?

Okay, ukasz, I know you.

Why did you really come?

I know it's not for vacation.

Yakuza.

-Yakuza?

-Yes.

And this is for you.

Holy sh*t.

You've always dreamed about one.

-How did you smuggle that in?

-Easy, up my a*s.

Careful, it's got a kick.

Oh God, I thought

Commander, it's about the bridge.

Councilman, I remember,

I'm having a reunion here.

I'll see you in a minute.

I haven't forgotten about the bridge.

-Shall I sing something?

-Another time.

-Here's two.

-Yes.

You did it. What changed your mind?

Hagen.

You were lucky.

I had some of this piano lacquer left.

What is this?

They were all supposed to be matte.

-But this one looks better.

-Looks better?

I like it.

Why is one of them glossy?

Cause it's a Dragonfly.

Shouldn't they all be matte?

They should.

Julian, listen, I want you to know this.

-Slim wants to steal the sword.

-You're messing with me.

-It's not a joke.

-What the f*ck are you talking about?

Calm down, don't stress.

He won't be able to.

I'm gonna steal it. I'll rob the thief.

Are you crazy?

This is the day. This is the moment.

Just a few more hours and we'll be rich.

Staff should have their own toilet,

not piss wherever.

-And why is that?

-Because this one's for guests.

Aren't you with

the transport security firm?

-Why?

-Why?

That means you're not guests.

You're staff. Just like me.

-Maybe.

-Maybe.

My people could assist you at the airport.

At the airport?

You are out of the loop.

The sword is arriving at the Main Station.

By train?

We can help there too.

No, thanks, we'll manage.

Too many cooks, and all that.

Thanks.

Do you always have to run

your f*ck' mouth?

All right.

-Kornelia.

-In position. Ready to go.

Junior?

In position. Ready to go.

Over and out.

Everything okay, boss?

Yeah, all good.

-Hi, Julian.

-The sword arrives at 22.07.

-Cargo, Main Station.

-By train?

How do you know that? Julian.

-f*ck.

-What happened?

-Janek.

-I'm here.

Change of plans. Grab your a*s

and haul it to Main Station!

-The Main Station?

-How long will it take you?

Like 30 or 40 minutes

depending on traffic.

-Why the Main Station?

-You've got 20 minutes.

Okay.

No problem. Everything's under control.

I'll drive. Security protocol.

Mr. Tanaka, is it far to the museum?

Not far. Once we cross the bridge,

we'll be there.

-Why are we stopping?

-Hit the horn and get past him!

Wait, I need to check something.

f*ck.

Why isn't this working?

Evacuate, now!

Go!

Go!

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

A f*ck' signature project.

Well, boys, now I'm impressed.

-I think Cuma is behind this.

-Would he risk going back to prison?

As long as he's in town,

anything's possible. Who's in charge?

Who let you in? Who are you?

Seriously? You guys can operate here too?

-That's right. Bag him.

-Follow me.

Tanaka-san, I presume.

You know, we met twenty years ago,

during the attempted theft of the Lady.

You were bringing her from Japan?

I was. Luckily it didn't work out.

Luckily.

Tell me, Tanaka-san, how come

every time something happens in Krakw,

once every 20 years,

you're always in the middle of it?

-Bad luck, I guess.

-Bad luck.

Don't leave town for a while.

What do you mean the sword's gone?

It's gone. It was there, and now it's not.

The armored car started to collapse,

the security took the Japanese out and

And left the sword in the car?

Man, it was chaos. Like Vegas met

a fireworks factory fire in Thailand

What is this bullshit?

Man, I can smell a lie a mile away.

And it reeks here. You hear him?

Guards run off like schoolgirls

and leave a priceless sword?

They panicked. Fire everywhere.

Why would I lie?

You said that the Wolverine,

armored car, started to collapse?

A Wild Boar.

You said that the Wild Boar,

armored car, started to collapse?

It did.

I checked it carefully.

It hasn't collapsed.

Even with flares going off all around.

From my perspective

it looked as if it was collapsing.

Maybe it was supposed to.

But something went wrong.

The expl*sives we found on the bridge

had already been defused.

Who the f*ck defused them?

As the FBI agents say in the U.S.

-What did I say?

-It's what you didn't say.

You asked: "Who the f*ck defused them?".

What you should have said was:

"What f*cking expl*sives?".

-What was that? Give me the phone.

-I'd rather not.

-Give me the f*cking phone.

-Give him the f*cking phone!

"Beautiful job.

Waiting with oysters and champagne.

Arch Room -1".

Yeah

I'll admit, I didn't believe

in you guys at first.

But I had a hunch.

Beautiful piece, Mr. Fukushima-san.

Don't you agree?

It's our family's treasure.

Open it. One.

Five.

Eight.

Boys, come play with us.

Wait, what

Oh my God! Julek, are you okay?

Three.

What is this?

What the f*ck is this?

-A pipe.

-I can see it's a pipe.

-Where's the sword?

-What's going on here?

"The last

whistle"?

-I don't understand what you're saying.

-A little misunderstanding, sir.

-You will face consequences!

-Easy, easy gentlemen.

Easy.

Please don't. Don't do this.

What are you doing? No!

Police!

On the floor!

Fukushima-san.

At last, we meet face to face.

I'll have the honor

of escorting you to the U.S.

Now go ahead and cuff him.

Let's collect the fingers.

Maybe they can be reattached somehow.

You think so?

Wow!

How did you know the code?

Tanaka told me that this sword

drew first blood

in a famous battle that year.

May I?

They say it took longer to forge

than Michelangelo spent

painting the Sistine Chapel.

Tonbo.

f*ck' Tonbo.

Tonbo? You mean the Dragonfly?

-Yes.

-The Dragonfly?

-Unfortunately.

-f*ck.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Wait. Tora!

It's a Tora after all.

Which one: Tora or Tonbo?

The Tiger or the Dragonfly?

-It's a triangle.

-Just say it! Number three, yeah?

-I said angular!

-So three, right?

Fine. Over and out.

Why'd we learn

all those Japanese names for?

We should have made one.

How would you know which one was coming?

Kornelia, it's number three.

So it's the Tiger?

Yes, Tora, Tora, Tora.

Number three. Toblerone. Over and out.

Anything else? I'm starting the jamming.

-I said "over and out."

-Roger.

Wanna see what it would've looked like

if we hadn't defused the charges?

-You're fast.

-AI did it.

Twenty-four charges

inside the bridge deck.

The whole bridge would've gone into orbit,

the sword, people, all of it.

Nothing left.

What if those Japanese women

hadn't left the sword in the car?

If those Japanese women

hadn't left the sword in the car

we'd be royally f*cked.

Junior

What do they say?

"Hasta la vista, Lewandowski!"

Hasta muy pronto, Carvajal!

See you in Andalusia.

Yo, Cuma.

-Yo, Wilk.

-What's up? Gassing up?

-It's a hybrid.

-Moving up in the world, huh?

Can't complain.

You don't happen to know

who jacked that Japanese sword?

Should I pop the trunk?

I'm just asking.

I'm just messing with you.

I've been thinking, it's been 20 years,

and I still can't figure out

who gave back the Lady to us.

What's to think about?

Dumb luck, as they say.

I thought it was you.

Funny how gut feelings can be misleading.

It's been a pleasure, but do you need

anything else? I have to go.

Nice seeing you after all.

Drive safe.

Maybe we should have searched him?

The trunk is too small,

wouldn't fit the sword.

Looks big enough to me.

Then go after him! Go!

-Watch where you're going, as*h*le.

-Me?

f*cking scooters.

I had the right of way.

There are cameras here,

I'll call the police.

-We're the police.

-Exactly, police are already at the scene.

-Someone has to pay for this dent.

-For a dent?

-I could have died here.

-Show me your ID.

You can see it from here.

Bednarek?

Kornelia. And my dad is Jan.

The superintendent.

That's bullshit. That's a dent.

And that's a scrape.

Fresh paint job's ruined.

Who will pay for that?

Hi, Dad, one of your boys

would like to speak with you.

-I'm not talking to anyone.

-How are you feeling?

-Are you okay?

-I'm okay.

If you're okay, then have a nice day.

Do you need a push?

He got away again.

So? You did it?

-You've got it?

-Of course.

What now?

I have a buyer for the tachi. In Andorra.

What do you mean, a buyer?

Are you f*cking crazy?

You were just supposed to

stop Slim from stealing it.

Do you think I did it pro bono?

That I risked everything

to get out with nothing?

-f*ck no, I don't believe you.

-Relax.

I'll cut you in.

The offer is 15 million. Euro.

You get five.

I'm not a thief, Cuma.

But I am, Julian.

Twenty years ago I stole the Lady.

But you flaked out like a little b*tch.

-You made a switch.

-I f*cking don't believe it.

You've already said that.

What do you care about

some Japanese sword?

You don't get it, do you?

You know the price of everything

and the value of nothing.

Get the f*ck out of my house.

Really?

And you helped me why?

Because you asked me for it.

You wanted to outsmart Slim.

You kept nagging me about it.

-You should have gone to the police.

-Get the f*ck out.

All right. But once I leave, we're over.

It is over, Cuma.

Get the f*ck out of my life.

f*ck!

Am I interrupting?

-Good morning. No, not at all.

-Good morning.

Your friend asked me

to give you something.

-Really?

-Yes, I'll fetch it.

-f*cking hell, Cuma.

-Yes, it was him.

-Have a good day.

-Good day.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

You crazy b*stard, you son of a b*tch!

What do you want for it?

Come on. I did it for free.

Well, thanks a lot, Cuma.

You know what, I do need

a souvenir from Poland for Carmen.

Can't exactly buy her

a figurine at the market.

I might have something for Carmen.

-Are you still downstairs?

-Yes.

-I'll be right there.

-Okay.

And now, an early carnival in Krakow.

This isn't Rio or Vegas,

but the Dbnicki Bridge.

Not a New Year's rehearsal,

but a planned distraction.

A priceless Japanese sword

was on its way to the Manggha Museum.

And it was nearly stolen on the way.

Our reporter Kasia Tyczka

is at Wawel Hill and has the details.

Thank you, Anita. Yes, it sounds

like an action sequence from an old movie.

A van carrying a historical Japanese sword

was meant to fall

through a hole in the bridge.

And a sword valued at $100 million

was to land in the hands of thieves.

Luckily, the museum's security crew,

led by Commander Julian Paulewicz,

successfully foiled the plot.

Mommy, Daddy's on TV.

The sword will be on display

at the Manggha Museum.

And now, here's the man of the hour.

There's more heroes than just me.

It was a team effort.

Someone had to lead. This time, it was me.

Tell us how you managed

to prevent the theft.

They say initially it seemed

the sword was gone.

Well, I can't give away all my tricks.

I'll just say

I'm surprised the thieves even tried it.

They underestimated our security systems.

Luckily. Let's show our viewers

the famous artifact.

Mr. Kazu. Please. Sorry.

-Teodor!

-Daddy's talking to me.

This Saturday, you'll get to see

this sword yourself at the museum.

Excuse me.

I have to take this super important call.

Of course. Mr. Kaziu Tanaka.

-Kazu.

-Excuse me, Mr. Kazu Tanaka

Magda, I'm so happy you're calling!

-No, it's me, Teo.

-Hey buddy.

You looked awesome with that sword.

Really?

I'll let you hold it when you come visit.

But don't tell anyone.

-What about mommy?

-Sure, mommy can know.

Mommy, Daddy wants to speak with you.

What did you want to tell me?

"Without you I am as mournful

as rain on a funeral train.

Without you the whole world

feels hollow, heavy, and vain.

Without you I am unfinished,

a fragment, a flawed design,

Without you I am diminished

a joke, a fool, out of line."

-Is that yours?

-No. Mikoaj Sp Szarzyski's.

I was doing my morning rounds, as always

and saw it in the bushes.

You just found it?

-Intuition.

-Intuition, you say?

Dumb luck.

Then why call the television first

instead of us?

You should know the protocol.

I wasn't sure what you'd do with it,

and I wanted to show it to my son first.

-What matters is it's back, right?

-Jesus Christ.

-Send me the video to this address.

-Sure.

And hey, the exhibition opens soon.

Free entry.

Wait a second.

I can't shake the feeling

that we've met before?

-I can't recall.

-No?

No.

Carmen!

Carmen, I'm back.

Well, look who's shown up!

-You're not gonna let me in?

-No.

I have a gift you've dreamed of.

Oh wow what a sweetheart so beautiful!

Carmen!

Are you seriously not going to let me in?

Carmen!

-Did you satisfy your thief's ego?

-Yes.

Moron.

Irresponsible. Arrogant.

Did you think it would make you

more of a man? as*h*le!

-Yes.

-I don't want to know you.

Why are you still sitting there

like a fool?

Come home, now!

This man really seems like a moron.

-I'm sorry, the trains

-Looks like we're ready to begin.

Let's welcome Minister of Culture,

Mr. Piotr Nieuwany.

As well as MPS from Warsaw,

Mr. Petru and Mr. Pietrykowski.

Welcome.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

it's my great pleasure to announce to you

that the long-awaited surprise is a visit

of the great-great-great-great

16 times great

granddaughter

of Signora Cecilia Gallerani.

And also Miss Cecilia Gallerani

Boretti de Brambilla.

Let's give her a warm welcome. Yes.

That's over 20 generations!

She's only seen the painting

in reproductions,

never the real thing.

Which makes us even more proud Flowers.

that our painting and the museum

belongs to you, to Poles.

We are very curious

what will be her first words

when she sees the original painting

of her great-great-grandmother.

Please.

Is this just a copy?

What do you mean, a copy?

-What makes you think it's a copy?

-It's just a copy, isn't it?

How do you know it's a copy?

-f*ck.

-f*ck.

What a beautiful painting.

It's a special gift for you

from Magda and Julian.

It's amazing. It looks like the original.

What is it?

Nothing.

Just Julian messing with me.

-Cheers, Hagen.

-Who is Hagen?

A crafty devil.

The painting is really nice,

but we'll have to change the frame.