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POLICE

THE HOOLIGAN

Ah...What is that stupid face?

-Why all the cackling? -We just took a picture, that's all.

No... Michał.

-Are you nuts? Come on. -Yeah?

Need I remind you what you were doing at his age?

He's an adult. Cheers, Big Guy.

Pumpkin, drink up, yeah?

Stop brushing against me. Cut it out, dude.

You're fucking sweating all over me, fuck.

And you fucking smell like an old broad's tits, shit.

I've never been that close to your mom.

Tomcat.

At first I wasn't sure it was you, hey.

When d'you get out?

-Just about a week ago. -Why didn't you tell anybody?

Nobody asked.

Well I am now. See you at the game?

-You might. -Hey.

Hey.

My kid's always there. Show 'em what you got.

Three letters, simple words: RKS.

This team's our pride and joy. Gladius First!

Kuba.

Look at Tomcat Junior. See you in the stands.

Come on by to my gym, huh? First month's on me.

Pump some iron, and we'll make a man of you yet.

I'm glad you're back, huh?

You gotta work your chest more, you know? Lil chicken.

Hey, fatso, nobody asked your opinion.

Did you hear? He said Tomcat Junior.

Next year we'll do your arms. I got a plan for it.

No way. Dream on, man.

-Me too! -No way!

-All right. -You too.

Kuba, get a wish ready, and blow.

Woo! May all your wishes come true.

Fucking hell, fine.

A whiskey for me and eight beers for the boys.

-Pleasure running into you. -You as well.

How're things?

They're good.

Wow, seventeen years.

Yeah, time flies, huh?

So, you had him back while... while Tomcat was up in juvie?

No offense, just asking about him.

I'm not offended. I am gonna sit though.

KOS - THE KOSYNIERZY

Gladius!

Gladius!

Don't fucking grope me too much, 'kay dude? I'm not into you.

Welcome to RKS Gladius stadium, where we will witness the match

between our favorite team and the Mazovia team.

Kuba, head up that way and I'll be there in just a moment.

Gladius is in fourth place just ahead of our opponents in today's match.

Who'll be in first?

-Gladius! -Who?

-Gladius! -Who?!

Gladius, Gladius, Gladius!

It's fuckin' awesome, Dad.

Gladius! Gladius! Gladius, Gladius, Gladius!

Kosy are burning our scarves!

Let's get those sons of bitches!

PRICK IS YOUR NAME GLADIUS

-Time to go. -But it's not anywhere close to done yet.

Yes it is.

Fuck! Kill that fucker!

-That's some pathological shit. -Your mom's pathological.

They're just fucking brawling in an alley like lunatics.

-It's not cool it's fucking nuts. -It's awesome.

Hey, dude.

My old man was in the Wolves, they called him Tomcat.

-You heard that name before? -Yeah. Went to jail.

I'm sorry, man, chill.

It's fine, he's been out a week.

We even went to our first match in six years.

But look at this.

Oh, man. Look at her. Fucking A, bro.

Hella fine. Looks like your mother.

Fuck you.

Her left tit's a bit out of place, bro. See what I mean?

Your dick's out of place.

And her butt's totally impractical, you gotta finish what you started.

May I have a look?

She's just a quick project made from scraps. Mostly just fun.

Mayor's announced a contest to design a monument for a young athlete.

No time for that.

-The winner gets fifteen thousand. -Yeah?

What should I prepare?

A few designs. We've got a month. The left tit's out of place.

If I won that fifteen grand, I'd... I don't know, give a bunch to my mom,

so she can buy furniture or maybe stuff for the house.

I don't know about myself.

-I'd get 20 pairs of these shoes. -Why'd you need 20 pairs?

I don't know, I'm sayin' because I'm a fan.

I like 'em and it's like, hyperbole.

Might finally be able to afford a real pair.

-Fuck you. -What the fuck?

-You just fucked up, buddy. -Don't touch me, hey.

-Gimme that. -Give that back.

-What don't you get? -Tomcat's his dad. Get lost.

-Shut up, man. -Oh yeah? Tomcat?

Now, Tomcat Junior, lose those kicks, huh?

Your fucking shoes!

-Are you fucking nuts?! What the--? -Hey shut up, kid.

Kosynierzy rules, bitch!

Fucking Kosy, man. Assholes. My feet are cut up now, look.

Ouch, dude. Hey, I'm sorry I told them about your dad, man.

Fuck, my new board.

Let's go to my place, I got some shoes for you.

But what am I gonna tell my folks, man?

What's to tell? Bro, we were robbed, that's all there is to it, you know?

Ah, fuck, that's my new board, my shoes and hat.

Fuck. Dammit to fucking hell. Those fucking Kosy pricks, shit!

...FOR MY PEOPLE I DIE

There were three of them. We gave them the finger.

So fucking what that you gave them the fucking finger!

You should've said "shut up you fuckin' bitches,"

and not given up your fuckin' hat.

Come on, Kuba, respect the fuckin' flag, know what I mean?

Even if there were ten dudes on you, don't give in, huh?

No one's gonna respect you otherwise, okay?

Buenos dias.

Hello.

Hey.

Yeah, good dog. You're a good boy.

How're the pierogies?

Bodek, the fuck?

Oh, fuck.

Reeks of fuckin' fish, right? Fuckin' fish.

You reek of fuckin' fish.

We've got a bike for you out front. Don't fucking lose it.

-Like what kinda bike? -Like with wheels. Y'know, a bike.

So, I can't use the car?

You shouldn't have blown through that light.

Likely stuffing his face and lost focus, right?

I wasn't stuffing my face, but yeah I lost focus a minute.

Sure. Be glad you only got a three-month suspension.

'Cause if they'd searched your car we'd all be fucked right now.

I'm too big for a bike.

So stop eating.

The frame won't even hold me, I'll fucking fall...

-You'll lose weight. -I don't wanna lose weight!

Put on a helmet then.

Am I supposed to fuckin' pedal?

-Who'll be in first? -Gladius!

-Who? -Gladius!

-Who?! -Gladius, Gladius, Gladius!

Hey, Tomcat and son.

-Hey. -Awesome fuckin' flag, guys.

Thanks, yeah. It was his idea.

Ditch the picnickers, come with us over to the Wolves Den.

You boys go on, maybe next time.

No, fuck, carpe diem, come on.

I'll drop by the gym tomorrow!

Gladius!

SIŁOWNIA GYM & FIGHT CLUB WOLF PACK

Hi there. Here to see Zyga.

Yeah, man.

Mm. You're fucking slacking. Even my mommy pumps more.

Dumps more is more like it, right?

Okay. We gotta add some weight.

Junior, you gotta work out, or you'll look like Beka.

Dude, this is an investment, okay?

Ah…

Yeah, you got it, you got it.

Come on, come on, come on.

No, it's too heavy. I can't do it.

It's not too fucking heavy. It's fine, just try harder!

-Good! -Ha!

Fuck! It's too much.

It's fine! It's not too much.

We've got work.

Good, go, go, go, go, go! Gotta be doin' bicep curls with that.

Let's move, boys.

Kuba, you too.

Don't talk to anyone, don't make any stops. Clear?

Deliver it, grab the money and come back.

Beka will go with you.

-What's that smell? -All of Swan's merch reeks of fish, man.

I'm tellin' my boys it reeks of fuckin' fish.

This game is fuckin' ridiculous. I don't need to babysit this know-nothing fuck.

-I'll go alone. -Zyga, I think we're going a little fast.

Kuba is going with Beka.

You're with us now. No one's gonna touch you.

And no colors.

Wear this. Look like a kid goin' to see Grandma for lunch, got it?

Here.

-I'm fine, thanks. -I don't give a fuck.

What the fuck? If you fall and hit your head,

you'll pass out and you won't even notice when they fuckin' rob your ass.

You look like you're off to your grandma's house for cookies.

Wait up! Junior!

-This isn't the fucking Tour de Pologne! -Zyga told us not to stop for anything.

I need to stop and grab a bite. My sugar's really crashing.

Come on, come on!

-My ass hurts! -Watch where you're fucking going, moron!

You should fucking watch it.

-Go cry to your mommy. -You're lucky I'm in a hurry, bitch.

Fuck you, motherfuckin' fuckstick.

Fuck off!

-Fuck off, bitch. -Oh fuck you, asshole.

-I'll fuck you up. -You ever even been fucked? From behind?

PACHA SHOPPING MALL

KOSYNIERZY ULTRAS

Hello.

The fuck you want?

-Go on. -We came to see Chrobry.

-We got an LPG problem. -Got a what now?

Uh, pressure problems in a BMW five series.

Take it from here, kid, I gotta rest my ass.

-I'll be here. -This way.

Move it!

KOSYNIERZY KOS SPORT CLUB

-You gotta find him. -Hello.

Lemme call you back in a minute.

I'm just picking up here.

Next time like always.

Wait a minute.

Problems with pressure. In a five series.

Fuck.

Just close your bag.

Jesus. Hey. Fuck.

He said, "Next time, like always."

-Is something wrong? -They're Kosynierzy.

Uh... and?

So, are we making peace, or... or are we fighting?

Sit down.

There. Go buy a pair of new Adidas, man.

-Purse for your mom, too. -Thanks.

We're always gonna fight Kosynierzy.

But we take breaks. Is that clear enough for you?

Piru, give Junior a Playstation.

-I want one too. -Too fucking bad.

It fell off a fucking truck. You won't gimme one?

Tony Soprano gave everyone DVD players. Even his mother got two of 'em.

You can take a DVD player.

Please, friend, you'd be doing me a truly great honor if you would

give me that console for all my work on the bike.

-I've always dreamed of one. -So have I.

Dude, I'm young. Not stupid.

Very good. Very good, Junior.

Why didn't you turn me in?

That's what fucksticks be doin'.

-It was a joke. C'mon, chill. -Hm?

You look better without the helmet.

I don't need 'em. Just took 'em for fun.

Oops.

Blanka.

Blanka, you deaf?

They didn't teach manners at your kindergarten?

-I'm in trade school. -Wow.

Bravo, dude. Your parents name you?

-Kuba. -Blanka.

You've said.

You'll remember it better.

How 'bout you go shopping with me?

-Why? -Because I'm being polite.

Geez, I'm not asking you to foot the bill.

Perfect then.

Super.

You in?

No, I'm not.

So?

It's fine.

It's fine?

Well shoot. I was aiming for "fucking amazing."

All right, fuck it, can't afford it anyhow.

Putting my clothes on now.

Nice place here.

My bubbe's.

Fly bubbe.

She passed away.

And your folks?

They left me here with her and shipped off to the UK to try to find more work.

They send me money.

Sounds to me like that's fuckin' awesome, you can chill.

'Bout six years back.

-Not awesome then. -I'm used to it.

Christmastime they visit.

Wouldn't you rather be with them there?

I promised my bubbe I would complete my education.

Diplomas, contests. Oh, you've even got a photo with the minister.

Bubbe hung it. She was really proud of me.

So what's with the... the bimbo act?

What's that?

A few essays I'm writing for students.

-Okay, I'm shutting up now, not a word. -Screw you.

-No, I'm serious. -Well a girl's gotta make a living.

Was it painful?

Yeah, but so it… won't be here.

For you. Got you a gift.

Where'd you find this?

I borrowed the console from a friend. And the rest I bought.

Mm-hm. With what?

I made money.

Where?

At the gym.

Where?

Zyga's.

-I don't want my son to be in jail. -I don't get it.

-What? What don't you get? -I don't get how getting a job is wrong.

You keep saying there's no money. I've got it now, and it's still wrong?

-Every day I go to work at the gym, and-- -Kuba.

-If I find out you're up to no good… -What would I be doing?

Kuba, I... I don't mean to yell at you, I'm simply worried.

Don't be worried, Mom, it'll be just fine. Just fine, seriously.

Look, have a look.

I know you'll like it. You've always wanted one. Hm?

Thanks.

You got Kosy. I got Gladius.

You're Kosy, boy, and I'll fucking cream you.

Come on.

I had an idea to create a relay team, students passing on batons.

Sportsmanship, cooperation, effort, striving. All of that in one.

Ambitious.

How 'bout it, Professor, you think I've got a prayer?

What you've done's top-notch.

Each one.

So, what now?

Describe your vision. Symbolism, dimensions, materials.

Then together we'll make a model and send it in.

-I've got a chance? -You always have a chance.

You just gotta grab it.

-How'd you know where I'd be? -Had a hunch.

Get in, we're going.

Where to?

You'll find out.

-Oh, hi Lidia. -Hi.

There was a promotion.

Have a look.

Presents.

Beep-beep.

I don't know how to thank you. Must've cost a fortune.

I hope they help.

Wait, we've got something for you.

Hania, Antek.

For our friend, Mister Tomasz Galicki, M.A.,

with the thanks of the residents of Future: The Home for Girls and Boys,

-we have this. -Thank you so much.

-Thank you. -Thank you so much.

-No, thank you. -Thank you so much.

-You got a masters? For real? -I don't look like the type?

Master of Ornithology.

For real? Like, bird stuff?

When I was leaving the orphanage, I swore two things.

I'd never lack money and I'd fight for my dreams.

And since I was obsessed with birds, I studied natural science.

I doubt you made money with that.

Well, I once sold a white cockatoo for nine thousand.

-For nine grand? -Uh-huh.

I've never seen that kinda money.

Not yet anyway.

-Hey man. -Hey.

Zyga said I should tell you we're going to gather mushrooms.

-With whom and when? -Saturday, with Mazovia.

We'll be there in ten minutes.

Super. I'll be downstairs.

Did you think I wouldn't find out? You're not going anywhere.

I have to or everybody'll think I'm chicken.

I don't give a fuck.

But they're gonna roast me, dad. People'll think I'm a wuss.

Bummer.

Here, big man.

Keep it together, I'm gonna let you wear it.

Gentlemen! We've all come here in order to

fuck up a lot of bitches.

Alright. Tactics are simple, boys, we come out in full fuckin' force.

Drag the bitches to the fuckin' ground until they fuckin' squeal.

And we go home smiling.

Oh! And no pissing on anyone.

And if I'm about to burst?

Well, fuck. 'Kay boys, let's warm up, it's gonna start.

I'm in too.

-Why all of a fuckin' sudden? -Because.

Bodek, Tomcat's in for you.

Why, what the fuck?

Tomcat's in. Fine, whatever. Let him in, fine.

It'll be nice to fuck someone up again, huh?

Hey, come on, I know you missed it.

I'll murder you at home, son.

-Fuck! -Hey!

What? I'm fuckin' in!

You fuck!

No fingers in people's eyes or mouth. No punching anyone's Adam's apple.

No hitting anyone in the balls. And no biting.

If someone taps out,

they're out of the fight and we leave them be. Got it?

Yes!

-Got it? -Yes!

Take your places.

Fight!

My own flesh.

No. Oh, fuck.

You see that? Fuckin' wrecked my whole face.

You see that? I blacked out.

If it wasn't for my dad, I'd be in a pool of blood.

Fuckin' rad.

Seriously I have never seen my dad have a smile on his face that big.

My parents said they're going to visit soon.

-Oh! -Haven't seen them in, like, two years.

Yeah, about time.

Yeah.

And I'm going to prepare a stew. Like Bubbe.

Hold on.

Please sign here.

Thank you.

What the fuck?

-Hm? -They're trying to kick me out of here.

-What? -The owners want it for themselves.

Or I can buy it for a hundred and forty thousand.

-Damn. -Might as well ask for a million.

Where am I supposed to find all that?

People make bank in the UK. Ask your folks for it.

Actually yeah, they might be helpful. Like for once in their fuckin' lives.

Slow down, man. My heart is about to fucking burst,

If I fall you're gonna be in a heap of trouble with the pigs.

Stop and get yourself a snack.

I'll go and do the drop-off and then come back and get you after.

Zyga'd fucking kill me if he found out.

Fuck it, let's go. Where the fuck did I go wrong?

I'm home!

-Tell me where you were. -At work.

-And your schoolwork? -I'll do it soon, Ma.

Soon, soon. Hear that? Everything's fucking "soon" with him.

I said I'd do it!

And I'm saying I don't like you being out of the house so much.

-I was at the gym, training with the boys. -Forget about the boys.

It's better I'm there and not knocking back beers like a bum.

Hey!

Watch your tone, yeah?

What've you got to say?

I'm sorry.

Kuba. Please, I don't like nagging you,

I'm just pissed off that you treat this house like a hotel.

You know I've gotta prep the contest.

Lower your voice. Mikołaj's sleeping.

I've gotta be at the meetings, right?

I'm up to my eyeballs in work over at Zyga's--

And that is precisely my point.

What? He's just a normal guy, a businessman, just normal.

You know what else? He helps out at an orphanage.

You don't have to work for that guy anymore.

-Your father got you a gig at his place. -You start this weekend.

-This weekend I'm working for Zyga. -No, you're not.

Clean your room. Find whatever's rotting.

Come on, what the fuck?

The most important thing is the price.

Then we can cut a deal.

I'll call you back.

You leave Kuba the fuck alone. Michał went to prison for you, I've had enough.

-That was his choice. -Hm.

I know what Michał did for everybody and I am grateful.

Just stay away.

-I'll be there for him. -Just back the fuck off, you hear me?

I won't. He reminds me of someone.

What the fuck's that mean, Zyga?

He's somehow very familiar.

Remember that night eighteen years ago?

Just keep your hands off of my child.

Kuba, get up.

In half an hour we gotta be at the plant. Let's go. Hey.

Hey.

I don't wanna.

Neither do I, and I don't whine about it. Move it.

You'll be sorting large parcels. Meaning big packages.

Some carrying's necessary.

He beats me when we're arm wrestling. And he lifts two days a week.

-Three. -Three.

You'll be delivering parcels and loading up trucks.

Your dad will explain everything, got it?

-If you need something, I'll be around. -Thanks.

Well, now you'll see what Papa does

so his boy can be at every Gladius game, huh?

KOS

I wanna tell you something.

You better have a ring, you fuck.

I'm delivering drugs for Zyga.

-You better be careful then. -Calm down, it's fine.

Half the city buys off him. He's got it all figured out.

Watch out.

Bet they're here.

Are you in Poland now?

Honey, plans have changed a little bit.

Of course they have.

I mean, hey, don't be mad, it's just something came up.

-Chill, it happens. -We really wanted to come,

-but... but, well... -I said chill.

But there is a problem. I've got some official letter,

and I'm gonna have to vacate the flat or buy the owner out.

Be careful, sounds like a scam.

I've checked him out. He wants a hundred and 40 K for it.

Do you have the money or I need a loan?

Honey, Mom and I think that...

-...you should handle things on your own. -You know it's not easy for us here.

What we're sending you is a huge strain on our budget, really.

Uh, so we hope that you understand.

Yeah, sure. I'll figure it out.

-I gotta go, I gotta be at work. -Okay, bye! Love you!

-Love you both, bye. -Bye!

Well fuck.

I'm sorry, that blows.

Fuck the two of 'em. I'm happy here.

Kuba, take some stew with you. Can't eat a whole pot alone.

Sure, Mom'll be thrilled.

Maybe both of us sell.

Nah, I'd have to deliver for an eternity.

You have three months, right?

We do it on our own. I know a guy who's looking to buy any amount.

-Maybe I should let him know. -You'd still need the product.

Yeah. From your man Ziggy.

He won't agree.

Keep it to yourself.

Have you lost your mind? You wanna fuck over Zyga?

Not him, Kosy and Chrobry.

They buy the stuff, right? It won't matter to Zyga.

No matter what, he gets paid.

Just say the word if you don't want to. I'll drop it.