Drive downtown, I'll tell directions.
Your informer is worthless.
Someone seriously fucks me.
We have to stop the operations.
I need info, photos, documents, accounting. Is it possible?
Boyana, the Boss's lawyer. She runs all his deals.
We have a task. You're coming.
Shoot! Your father shitted when he was making you!
You really are a freak.
Have you ever killed a man? - What did you do?
BULGARIAN NATIONAL TELEVISION
CAMERA Production Company
PRESENT
IVAILO ZAHARIEV
What do you think? - Heavy stuff.
Heavy? You're not in the mood. - You're imagining.
Jarro! -Jallal!
IRENA MILYANKOVA
I didn't know you loved opera. - I love beauty - opera, women...
Diamonds. Nice to meet you. Tudzharov.
Sunny, meet Jallal Farouk, a successful jeweler.
ZAHARI BAHAROV
He even has a shop in Frankfurt. - Jarro, I envy your taste.
Jallal started with a small shop, now he is a giant in the business.
When times are hard clever people invest in jewels.
VLADIMIR PENEV
Call by the club. We'll have a drink.
Let's have dinner next week and talk business.
Call me, I'll be here.
MIHAIL BILALOV
You know who his first investor was? - You?
We were partners once. Then he stung me and ran away.
ALEXANDER SANO
You let him get away? - It wasn't the right time.
Jallal Farouk. Does that name ring a bell?
The Lebanese with the jewels.
DEYAN DONKOV
A cunning guy. - And an ungrateful motherfucker.
He's been a pain in the ass since the early days.
What's this?
The plan of Gold Invest Bank.
Oborishte Branch.
KIRIL EFREMOV
He'll keep something precious in their vault for 3 days.
How precious? - A couple of millions.
Wait a minute.
VENTSISLAV YANKOV
What kind of idiot would keep it in a vault?
Someone who's exporting it abroad in 3 days.
An insider will point to me Farouk's cartridge.
MARIAN VALEV as The Hook
You go and empty it.
Sounds interesting.
We'll have to find talents, it's not a job for us.
I trust you.
Screenplay by TEODORA VASSILEVA GEORGI IVANOV
Now, the harder part.
Director of Photography ANTON BAKARSKI ABO
Which of our guys shall we use?
Martin is the only option.
I wouldn't put on risk anyone else.
Go on. - If he fucks up, we only lose him.
If he succeeds, you win and everyone wins.
He better succeed then.
Director VICTOR BOZHINOV
UNDERCOVER
Original Idea DIMITAR MITOVSKI
Slavov, if you are in the building, I think I came across something.
Perfect.
You seem very content. Are you going out with my wife?
Speak, while I'm in the mood.
We made a breakthrough at last. I guess I know how Tudzharov acts.
What's that? - Companies, related to Jarro.
What do you expect of me?
Cooperation. We know Jarro launders money through some companies.
For the first time I have information in this respect.
S-U-N-N-Y. Z-W-U.
Are these Austrian cable channels? - Will you help a little?
Pity it's not in our line of work. Especially if it is abroad.
We'll have to rely on National Security financial intel.
I've forbidden you to mention them. They do their intel from the press
and then pose as heroes. - We'll use someone, never mind.
But we need assistance to join the companies with Jarro.
It sounds good.
But I don't know if I should go with your hunches again.
We haven't had a better clue than the companies and the deals.
The initials Z.W.U. seem especially important.
All right. You win.
I hate being involved with the National Security.
I owe you one.
What does a man need to be happy? A couple of drinks.
A chick. Some dancing.
And if we're lucky in the casino tonight...
Italians look like well-dressed Bulgarians? Blah-blah!
No Bulgarian man will cook for you on a first date.
He'll rather say he forgot his wallet.
Is cooking so important? - Sure!
A good cook is terrific in bed. Like Simone I told you about.
The first night he was all over the pan.
So for 2 months - only sex and eating.
You know why girls like casinos? - I do.
In order to meet me there. - No, bro.
They go there to meet men who take risks.
Women are turned on by such men. - Why should I risk to turn them on?
Bro, I'm trying to help you.
But you can wander in the streets and turn them on your way.
What's up, girls?
Sunny, this one looks Italian. - Addie...
Which is your most exotic cocktail? - "Singapour Sink".
Great. Bring me one. - It's quite strong.
So I'll try something new.
Okay, but it will take 5 minutes. - I'll be here.
What you do is so dumb. Why are you avoiding me?
Addie, bye!
Martin, come here, my boy.
I've thought it out.
Once again... Good for you.
Great!
We have to stimulate circulation. Good job.
Once again.
Ivo, son, this girl is a terrorist. - You've got strength for joking.
Did you walk today? - I ran!
We walked to the kitchen.
I'll leave her to you. Have a nice day.
Where's she? Your girlfriend.
What girlfriend, Mom?
How can you have kids without one? - Stop it, please. I'm not up for it.
Such a good boy! Handsome, tall, composed.
Composure is crucial.
Yes, Mom, you're right.
How's your garage? Are your men obedient?
They are. They have no choice.
Do you have enough clients?
More than enough. - Great!
People are obviously content. - Good for you, son.
I'm very proud of you. Keep it up!
Are you leaving?
I have an appointment with an important client.
Good luck. Go now.
Is she really better?
A lot of work is needed.
Thank you for the good practice. - Thank you.
What about the exam? - I'll try again in autumn.
Second chance, eh? - Yeah.
Go easy on parties. - I promise.
Good, because I need you.
Is that Dimiter Blagoev on the portrait?
This is Osensei, you dumb ass!
Dimiter Blagoev!
Did you arrange help for Martin to enter the vault?
The best men are in prison. - Then they are not good.
I was recommended two guys from Liulin - Bobby and Taffo.
I hope they're not like Patzo and Tony.
Right. The bank branch is downtown.
It's in an apartment building. You rent the one above.
One of the rooms is above the vault. We puncture a hole and enter.
We've done it before.
We provide the cork". - "The cork" is...
"The cork" is a device that blocks the alarm.
We are putting the security system to sleep for a minute,
mask the sensor and enter. That's it.
Bobby and Taffo have no failures. They did the vault of Rio Bank.
Two hits in Greece and they ran to Marbella.
It's a Bermuda triangle there. Whores, cars, casinos.
They are broke and they couldn't turn down my offer.
The flat above is arranged. It was an office of an accounting company.
The chief was reluctant, but suddenly changed his mind.
The tenants are reliable.
Boss Bro, it's all done. - Boss Bro, I'm sure it is. Here.
What are you looking there, Injun? Looking for your Ma?
Bro, my gypsies are square. - I know that.
And because you are square, the other 100 - tomorrow at the meeting.
Okay? - Sure thing.
Bye.
I called a pal and he brought a bunch of gypsies.
30 people are registered at one address.
Any investigation will stop to them.
They only know that a nice youth gave them a hundred bucks.
We took the numbers of their cards. They are the tenants now.
What are you doing now?
Give me one beer. - Just start working!
They started a renovation so that neighbours get used to noise.
The boys work with all their hearts even with primitive instruments.
And then we enter the place.
I want that wall down. Go for it.
There will be problems with the neighbors,
but it will guarantee us peaceful operation later.
What are you doing here? - Working.
Does your boss know that there are rules and regulations?
Don't close...!
Won't falling plaster activate the alarm?
We'll raise the slab mechanically.
Even if pieces fall, it's a suspended ceiling in the bank.
Now the most important news.
Your man informed me that Farouk was in the vault 3 hours ago.
His cartridge is 165. Bobby and Taffo will arrange it.
Rossen and Martin are left with the easy job.
Good job. Very good even.
I want to see Martin personally.
Don't be long. - Okay.
Where Zorrie is? - You are a cop, find her.
Are you being funny? - She's probably at home.
Buy me a cup of coffee.
Fill it up.
Are you home already?
What, about Milen?
He's not in the right mood.
I'll explain at home.
You won't achieve anything being sulky.
Bye, your Dad's coming.
Zorrie doesn't answer. - I just talked to her.
She's still angry with you.
She'll be okay soon. - She's not a baby, get used to it.
This boy is a potential bandit. Maybe a real one even.
Nobody is normal for you. - On the contrary,
there are many normal young men. - Listen to yourself! Young men!
You are talking as a retired person. - What do you know about that punk?
Who his parents are? - Haven't you investigated them yet?
I will, because I care. - The hell you do. You're jealous.
Listen to Mrs. Freud!
Do you have ideas for dinner?
There is a newly opened Argentinean restaurant. We may go there.
As long as they have good steaks. You can't find good steaks in Sofia.
Yes?
If I'm intruding, I could come later. - No, come in. I have a job for you.
Sit down.
Aren't we leaving already? - Yes?
Boss, Iliev from the Customs is here. - I'm coming.
He'll try to avoid involvement.
Wait for me here.
Leave me alone. I'm home, safe, am I not?
What more do you want. - Look...
That matter with your boyfriend...
If you think I embarrassed you, I apologize.
Yeah, apologies... - I'm a father, I get worried.
I wanted to know who he is. It's normal.
I'm 16 and I can manage some things alone.
This...
What was his name? He's probably a decent boy.
His name is Milen. You even refuse to remember that.
Milen. Why don't you invite him for dinner?
I did invite him. - Tell him it was a rehearsal.
It's an official invitation. - Why are you going to trouble?
It's no trouble.
All right. I'll bring him. But no boners this time, okay?
No... what? Ah, no...
Oh, I wanted to ask you...
People just love giving me presents.
Where's Sunny. - She left shortly after you.
Sit here, please.
You know that for a job to be done
brains, audacity and muscle are needed.
I want you to carry out a task. It's all planned, just has to be done.
We're on. - They say you're a good thief.
Ever since I was a kid. - We must enter a bank vault.
Unofficially, of course. - Tough job.
Therefore we hired two outsiders. They manage the access,
you and Rossen do the rest.
You wanted a serious job, didn't you? - Yes.
And I'll do well. - It's all yours.
Your target is a cartridge and its content.
So far you've only be responsible for your life.
Now you're responsible for something more precious. Right?
Details? - You'll get them from Ivo.
That's final. - You said so the last time.
Now it's final for real.
We take the money and leave for Rio.
Come on, Martin, it's not a theft. One day we'll give it back.
What's up, Popov? - Ah, Slavov, sit.
Are you after Tudzharov again?
Any news about those companies?
You mean Tzveu? - Z.W.U.!
They are Bulgarian-German investment brokers.
I know, give me something better.
I was summoned in a large office at the ministry
and was kindly urged to change directions.
Z.W.U. are investigated by National Security on another level.
Say that again.
It's checked from another aspect.
So smoke screen is named "another aspect"?
Hold your horses. I'm helpless here.
I can see that.
It took me long to collect that info?
I've been in the system for ages and for the first time
I'm on the verge of achieving something significant.
And someone takes away my case.
They're making a fool of me and you are helpless.
Do you believe I'll let someone mock me?
Shall I allow someone call me a dumb cop,
while laundering money on some islands?
Just forget this company and go on! No one will stop you any more.
This chance comes once in a lifetime and you tell me to forget it.
I just... I'm speechless.
You're the boss. What do I do? - I'll say it this way:
Look for different proofs or tomorrow we may be ex-cops.
What's up?
I don't know how to say this. - Try directly.
There is a tiny problem.
With this company - Z.W.U. that popped up in the documents.
National Security does not allow us to touch it.
What?! What do you mean?
They were investigating it too. - That's bullshit!
Do you realize what you are saying?
Let's assume that for the time being that company is out of range.
Bastards!
And who is the owner of the company? Your boss?
The chief of National Security?
Or some MP?! - Easy. Listen...
No, you listen! I'm in deep shit. I need to get out, okay?
We'll change the pattern. - Every op is fucked on your end.
I find documents - someone at the top is not happy.
I'm all fucked up! - We can't always get what we want.
What are you doing now?! - I don't need you.
I have to manage alone. - Give me time! I'll find a way.
This could be my last night.
What's it now? - He was told 8, wasn't he?
You mean Milen? - Yes, Milen.
It's only 10 past. Again with your chronometer!
Behave with the boy. - Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot!
Oh, Father! You look groovy!
Is that a new shirt? - No, it's not.
Here he is. I'll get it.
Stop being so eager. He's not the Prince of Wales.
Sorry. - It's okay.
Milen. - Sure, I know.
Sit. - Please.
This is very good.
You say it's boring at school but I see you are expert in Latin.
Ah, this? Etiamsi omnes ego non.
In translation: "Even if all others, not me."
So we love revolutions. - Revolutions are collective events.
I stand alone for myself.
If not for some revolutions you'd be listening to Alla Pugachova now.
The Hymn of the Police is no better.
Dad, Milen composes music. - Really? Very good.
What kind of music? - I'm more of a lyricist.
Music just gives me rhythm. - Do you have your works here?
A musician. You see? - This here is my best text.
I warn you, this is a demo version.
What style? - Hip-hop.
In this dumb state only hip-hop says the truth.
We'll hear it when it's ready. More salad?
No time to wait. Play it now.
I'll emigrate from this state, I'll wipe clean the slate.
I get visited by some dumb pig, who's angry because my dick's big
and I can piss afar. I'm sick of this by far.
All schoolgirls are suckers like all bloody cops are fuckers.
I'll take my pussy with me away. I've got my freedom anyway.
It's not finished. Next week it will be okay.
Very social, isn't it? - The melody is easily remembered.
Now... I give you 5 minutes to beat it.
Is that clear?
And you can never see my daughter again.
Is that clear?
Sunny... I just wanted to say bye.
Martin, come, we've been waiting forever!
The slab is cut. We can lift it whenever you say.
You enter tonight. Bobby and Taffo will provide access
and will neutralize the volume sensor.
Martin and Rossen - you are in charge of Farouk's cartridge.
It's cartridge 165, probably in section A2.
Just take the content, no improvisations.
You'll bust all the other cartridges in the section to cover traces.
You can keep what you find. - What if we fail with the sensor?
You just have a minute to block it.
Nickie and Tisho will be waiting with the car.
Park near the bank and try to be low profile.
Inside be very accurate. No unnecessary choreography.
Any questions?
None.
Turn up the volume of the TV set.
Hallo? Is that the police?
Turn on "the cork".
"The cork" is on. You have 1 minute.
Do you listen to hip-hop, boy? I'll take it for the car.
Man, this is bad.
Our boys fucked up. - Shall we leave?
Put the gun down, pig! If you shoot, she's dead.
Back up! Back, I said! Close the door!
Stay here and don't move. Okay?
Dispatch! Send a team urgently to Gold Invest, Oborishte branch!
Perfect!
The hot shot got blown away.
This alarm nearly got us busted.
It was a narrow escape.
And where did that fucking old woman appear from?
What was precious about it? Some documents and... water.
We could have a gulp of water and that's it.
I think I failed.
Are you sure that was all?
Too late again, boys!
I dread meeting Jarro.
Are you sure that was all? - Absolutely.
Something's going on. There can't be a mistake!
That was all. I bet my head. - I'll take it!
If I understand you missed something.
Is there a chance he did not use the vault?
This can't be real!
Fuck this Arab!
Congratulations.
I've seen this trick in France. They are invisible in water.
You earned your bonus.
It's more than I expected.
And the best quality too.
We aren't talking yet? - It's better this way.
We are conspicuous. Someone might get suspicious.
I give it to you. A flawless action. - Sure thing.
Boss... Excuse me... I want you to see something.
This disc was in the vault.
Watch.
Isn't she an MP?
If you followed politics, you'd know she's from the ruling party.
Unity is strength.
BNT 2011