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THE HOOLIGAN

You see?

Put in a bunch of hard work and you've now made courier.

Thank you, yeah.

You get an electric bike and five złoty an hour raise.

How's that, buddy?

I told you, hard work always pays off, and look at you now.

We've gotta have a chat too.

What happened on your shift yesterday morning?

What?

What happened on your shift yesterday morning?

Nothing.

But you were given sector two to work.

-No, man, two's not my sector. -You think I care, guy?

I'm your fucking boss. You have a job, right?

I'm not gonna cover someone else's work.

The fuck you won't, my man.

Anyone else look like your boss?

Fuck no. So might wanna listen to what I say.

Understood.

Why didn't you tell him off? He was speaking a bunch of nonsense.

He was fucking wrong.

Yeah, sometimes not reacting is the move, Kuba.

You could've punched his fucking teeth in, instead of standing there like a pussy.

I'm… I'm sorry.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Get confused where your house is?

I just missed my girl, all right.

That's not me, so go.

That's right, because you're stupid

and you've got no idea what your life could be.

Fuck off, dick.

Yeah, precisely what I'm looking for.

Get out. Get out of here

Or else what?

Then I'll do this.

I think there are better things for that hand to do.

But if the pigs think you put the knife in me, what then?

Stupid whore!

You'll come to me on your own.

Give me my keys or I'll get new locks put in.

Yeah?

I will blow that fucking door in if you try it.

Professor?

Will it pass?

You still need to work on movement a bit.

It looks like she's just been locked up in ice,

but it should look like there's some movement or passion, you get me?

But you did good.

-Really. -Thank you.

Listen, when you put in the hard work,

it pays off, okay?

Hey, someone said your dad just got out of jail?

That's right.

Because you're looking a little bruised and banged up.

No, it's just… No, no, he doesn't hit us,

I'm black and blue from training, that's all it is.

Okay. Just checking.

Oh, dude, Look at that fucking ass, man.

Fucking awesome ass on her, my man.

You gotta admit, this one looks a helluva lot like your mother too, right?

So this is that awesome room of yours, huh?

Yeah.

Okay.

It's filthy, man.

Which flower is the symbol of Scotland?

Thistle.

Uh, shamrock. Definitely.

I'm sorry, the correct answer is…

This is Blanka.

Oh, so this is Blanka, the mystery friend.

-It's "Blanka this," and, "Blanka that." -Mm-hmm.

He doesn't stop talking about you.

Guys, you're embarrassing me.

Kuba's told me so much about you, ma'am.

No "sirs" or "ma'ams."

-Justyna. -Hi.

Hello.

-Michał, hi. -Nice to meet you.

Which ocean is the Sea of the Hebrides part of?

The Atlantic.

Knew it.

Blanka prepares master's theses for students. As a job.

I write a few things.

There's a match soon. You coming with us?

Who's us?

I've asked you hundreds of times, "Come to a match with us,"

-and you don't want to. -"Don't want to, don't want to."

Listen, I'm allowed to change my mind when I'm the boss. Am I right?

This thing with Kuba and Blanka, you suppose it's serious?

You know, those two are at an age

where everything is fucking serious.

But it's cool.

She's level-headed, at least.

I mean, that's super.

I don't want my son making out with some dumb broad.

-Lord have mercy, you're so romantic, huh? -Yeah.

Oh, actually, um…

You know, I was thinking about something.

That maybe it would be cool

if we were to sign up to be bone marrow donors.

What the fuck?

Asshole! I saw a program on TV.

Do you even fucking know how many kids there are waiting for donors?

When'd you turn into such a humanitarian, babe?

Oh yeah, fuck right off. You know, when I think of our boys

and how they could possibly die from a lack of any fucking donors,

-I wanna burst into tears. -Okay, okay, I'm moved, really.

You've got it, okay?

-Don't laugh at me. What the fuck? -What's it gonna cost us?

It won't cost anything. You swab your mouth, that's it.

-Mm-hmm. -The test comes in the mail, so…

-I already ordered us a pair. -That's fine. Hmm?

And would…

my Mother Theresa feel up to healing

any other wretched folks who are in very bad need today?

-It hurts so much, please. -Ah…

It's right here.

-Where? -Here. Mm.

Well, fuck.

Maybe, yeah.

Mm. You have to fuck off to work in a minute.

You're gonna be late soon.

Come on, grab your lunch, grab your coffee.

And the stove top's whispering to me.

I was promoted.

To… to stamp licker?

Fuck, Beka, don't judge everyone by your standards.

Thanks, but my standards are fine.

Shut your fucking mouths. What's the new role?

A courier position.

So I figure I might be able to deliver the stuff

and the pigs wouldn't realize there's something going on, you know?

Obviously, also my parents won't suspect anything.

Fucking A.

Yeah.

None of you ever thought about that brilliant idea.

I don't have to rush anymore.

Last time you ran was 200 pounds ago.

You're still going. For protection.

Yeah. You go with Kuba.

New delivery?

We're thinning it a bit.

Won't anyone notice?

Suckers won't.

But Chobry always gets shit that's premium.

I'm gonna puke out my lungs.

Let's switch, you and me.

You know, bikes.

You're getting better each day.

Fuck it, dude.

Go yourself.

Like, on my own?

No, you and your fucking besties.

Just you. Just you.

Listen, you deliver the stuff, I put a kebab in my mouth,

like a boss.

-Leave that whore. -Say what?

I've seen that bitch with you right beside her.

No, we've just been, like…

I mean, dude, like half of the town has been inside her.

The fuck you think? You're the first?

Me and Chobry banged that bitch a while back.

Leave her. She's just…

some slut.

Don't fucking say that.

No?

Or what?

It'll become clear when you've got her crabs.

Blanka's not like that.

Better grab her by the hand and get her to the chapel. Quick.

She might end up sucking the priest's cock though, buddy.

I don't think so.

The Wolves Den's better.

Cut it out.

Dad, will you please inform Mom this is a place for babies?

This is a place for babies.

Yeah, yeah, keep running your fucking mouth, huh, smart guy?

It's the picnic area.

-Is it working? -It is.

-Oh yeah, that's nice. -I don't believe it.

Justyna's at a game.

Yeah. hard to believe.

Why is it hard to believe?

After all, we're family. Father and son reunited at last.

Sure, yeah.

Family's everything.

Take care, kiddo.

Gladius! Gladius! Gladius, Gladius, Gladius!

Son, do you see what I'm saying?

Fans can behave themselves and have a good time.

You've got us. You don't need to be in some crew.

Take this, please?

-Yeah. -Picnic area, I say.

All right, calm down.

That's awesome, yeah.

But how about I cool you two lovebirds down?

It's pretty hot, huh?

No!

-Say hi to your uncles. -Hello.

-Hey, kid. -This is Kuba. This is Ola. Say hi.

-Hi, Ola. -Hi.

Gośka left her with me this weekend,

and now the babysitter's not available so, you know.

Ah. She's using your alimony to have some fun with some fucking pretty boy.

-Hey! -What?

-My kid's right here. -Sorry.

So, please watch her. Piru and me have gotta take care of something.

But I don't know what to do.

But you got a brother, right?

Just buy some, like, healthy pizza.

-And the delivery? -You'll be okay.

Uh, she can watch some cartoons here,

but, hey, don't let her watch YouTubers, they're fucking scumbags.

Daddy! Five złotys for the swear word.

Right, baby.

Take a ten, 'cause of Piru too.

And listen to Kuba,

as if he were your big brother.

If I hear you're not the best little girl,

you'll be grounded

forever.

Thanks, Kuba. Call if you need anything.

Piru!

-What do you wanna watch? -YouTubers!

I heard that!

Damn. You're so tough, Ola.

Woo-hoo-hoo. Come on now. Faster, faster, faster, faster.

Now two hands. Boom!

Oh!

What the hell is going on here?

Mom, you see how strong I'm getting?

Mm!

Zyga had business, he asked me to watch her.

This is you watching my daughter, idiot?

So typical of my fucking husband.

Always surrounding himself with these dummies, right?

Come here, you'll catch their stench.

-Bye-bye, guys. Bye-bye, Kuba. -Bye.

-Let's do the test. -That was quick, huh?

Well, sick children can't be kept waiting.

Oops!

Open your mouth.

If anybody in the slammer put it to me that way,

I'd have just ripped his fucking throat out.

Stop playing. Open your mouth. Fuck.

Never would've believed I'd be letting someone

just put a fucking stick in my mouth for fun.

You know what? You are such a brat, just come here.

-Okay, do it. -Ah. No…

-See, it's nice. -Ah?

Uh-huh.

Done.

Thank you, sir.

Eee…

LI-LI BAR VIETNAMESE / CHINESE CUISINE

Chill, I've got it, man. I'll be right back.

Hey.

Supplements, honey, only thirty a kilo.

Let's go.

Because you still gotta deliver to Chobry.

Just a moment.

What?

Zyga asked me over to his place,

had me take care of his daughter all afternoon.

-And? -I just feel weird taking advantage.

He's my friend.

You aren't taking advantage of him, you're only screwing Chobry.

-And Gladius? -What about Gladius?

So many people'll feel that I'm fucking my own club.

Kuba, are you a child?

Zyga is not Gladius.

Zyga is Zyga. The club is his business.

And you're probably gonna get praise for fucking over Kosy, won't you?

-You think? -I know.

But you decide.

I won't be angry if you don't wanna go through with it after all.

Okay, fine. Come on.

Quickly, before anyone realizes.

You got gloves?

Why are you trembling?

Got tired on my way over here. Just biked a bit too hard.

Okay.

How's Blanka?

She's fine.

I'm not asking about her fucking mood, who gives a fuck?

We spoke a bit.

I fucking can't with this guy!

He probably rolls up and asks, "Did you fuck half of the neighborhood?"

And she's, "No way, darling," and then they sniff a bunch of flowers.

Fuck.

Gimme the package.

Want a line?

No. No, thanks. I've gotta go.

Hey!

Money, right?

Gotta go.

And leave Blanka!

Mm!

Why so fast? I'm just starting.

-Didn't want to keep you waiting. -I'm not in any rush.

If you eat too fast, you get a hernia up in your…

esophagus.

-Get one for yourself. Hm? -Nah, I'm good.

At least get a beer, you're gonna make me feel you don't wanna be here.

Anyway, it's my treat. You fucking deserve it, man.

Yeah, why not?

Hello, my beige friend,

two cold brewskis for me and my friend here.

Move it.

Thanks. Oh, and take this away, it's stupid and ugly. What is that?

There.

Let's have a beer apiece, then we bring everything back. Hm?

Cheers.

-Yes? -Afternoon, it's BDP.

Come in.

Show me.

-Where'd you come by this? -What's the difference?

It's here now, right?

The difference is, Have you got a plan to get more

or is this a one-off deal?

-When will you be back? -Two or three days.

-The same? -Same amount, yeah.

What do you want?

Standard price per gram minus one.

Minus three.

Two it is.

Long time no see.

Nice to see you back outdoors.

Get fucked, Szymański.

I'm Detective Artur Wieczorek, of the Department for Drug Enforcement.

Detective Wieczorek, would you please get fucked as well?

Thank you, I'd like that, but this visit's for business.

That's why I'm here too.

We're all working. So let's speak a minute.

I'm not feeling it.

Well, maybe you will when we tell you it's about Kuba.

-What do you want with him? -We want him not to follow his dad.

That's not your concern.

You're right. He's your kid and I don't give a fuck where he goes.

Which'll be jail. Or in the river.

Because he's friends with the wrong people.

Do you really not care that your son might end up in prison, Michał?

You loved it so damn much?

Different strokes for different folks.

Yeah. They warned me about you, you know.

Said you were difficult, but not stupid.

You boys need anything else?

-Because I've gotta go. -Tomcat, get real.

I believe your boy is a talented artist, right?

Don't let him end up like you.

Gotta get back.

Whatever you say. We're gonna keep doing our job though.

Have a nice day.

FOR THE CLUB, I LIVE FOR MY PEOPLE, I DIE

And?

-Sixteen K. -Holy fuck!

Not here! Might be dangerous here.

Still on that? C'mon, man.

You've gotta chill. No one's gonna find out.

I don't know. It was a bit too easy.

-Yeah, but that's pretty nice. -I suppose.

We were shitting our pants

and it turns out it's simple as pie, right?

So, what now? You wanna continue?

You don't?

Kuba, it's free money.

At this pace, we'll pay off the apartment in a month.

We have our own place and we quit.

Aren't you afraid though?

I'm fucking terrified.

But I've got my man.

Teach him all you can.

Can't teach him everything but I'll see what I can manage.

You'll be able to.

He's just like me, not some limp dick.

That's right.

That's right. I'm only implying you have things to learn.

Come on, boy, show me what you're made of, huh? Take position.

Get your left hand in front, squeeze your shoulders.

Good. Come on, show me.

Now relax.

Longer punches. Longer and stronger.

Good.

Other hand.

Longer punches. Longer.

Yeah, very good.

Good. Legs. Keep going.

Arms up.

Good, good.

-The fuck are you doing? -What?

What "what"? What the fuck?

You fucking know, boy.

I don't.

A pair of pigs came to talk to me about you.

About me? What could they want from me though?

They mentioned some drugs.

Could you leave that before I fucking smash it to bits, please?

Drugs, they said? They caught me smoking weed, the fucking pigs.

I didn't wanna bring it up.

-You might worry. -Weed?

Yeah, weed.

What?

And a buddy of mine had half a gram maybe and the pigs let him go.

No harm no foul.

-Half a gram? -About a half, yeah.

Am I a fucking clown for your amusement suddenly?

They sent two narcotics officers to my job

because of half a fucking gram and you were smoking a joint?

Kuba.

You're involved with something and I know it.

When I learn what it is, I'm gonna beat your ass black and blue.

-You fucking hear me? -I hear you, yeah.

Everything's just fine, though. Chill out, everything's okay.

Chill out.

"Chill out," my ass.

Fuck.

♪ I'm totally wired I'm totally wired ♪

♪ I'm totally wired ♪

-♪ Can't you see? ♪ -♪ Totally wired ♪

♪ Can't you see? ♪

♪ My butterfly stomach Growls growls ♪

♪ I drank a jar of coffee Then I took some of these ♪

♪ And I'm totally wired ♪

-♪ I'm totally wired ♪ -♪ Totally wired ♪

♪ I'm totally wired ♪

-♪ Can't you see? ♪ -♪ I'm totally wired ♪

♪ Life leaves you surprised ♪

♪ Slaps you in the eyes ♪

♪ And I was a communist ♪

♪ A rich man would bail me ♪

Oh my God.

This is the fucking high-life, we've already got 40 K.

Forty-six.

Just a few more deliveries and the flat's ours.

You get it? Ours.

But then we're done. I'm not gonna keep going.

I'm gonna make a living delivering drugs honestly.

Blanka,

-Nice, huh? -Real fucking ratchet.

Ratchet?

This is better.

Oh my God!

Yeah.

-Right? -Pretty nice.

Yo. Hey, Junior.

-Hey, man. What's up? -What's up, dude?

Doing some shopping, huh?

Yeah, shopping, shopping, yeah.

We were over in the shop just buying some stuff,

you know, normal-like.

Mm-hmm. Some nice stuff, it looks like.

Yeah, yeah, my folks sent money from the UK.

Supposed to be for rent but…

I said fuck it.

-Yeah, sure. -Yeah.

That's great. You should get yourself something.

Zyga pays pretty well, doesn't he? See ya.

Fuck.

Kuba, move it.

What is it?

Some guys from the shift are all barfing or something,

we have to go cover for them.

I want to sleep.

Yeah, but I need your help, Kuba, let's go.

I don't know, man, find someone else.

Kuba, are you listening to me?

Leave me be, Dad.

-All right, enough playing. Get ready. -What the fuck?

Fuck, get a grip and start doing something that makes money.

Stop working yourself to the bone with the packages for nothing.

-It's not as simple as that. -What's not simple?

Zyga was in an orphanage and what?

He's got every fucking thing he wants.

He's got apartments in Spain, he finished college.

He got himself together. And you? You've got nothing.

That's no way to talk to your father.

You'd better watch that mouth of yours, buddy.

-Justyna. -Come on, now.

Before you start judging anyone,

why don't you go and ask Zyga why your father didn't go to college?

-No, no, no, no. -What do you mean "No, no, no?"

-Yes, Michał. -No, there's no need.

Sounds like there's some need.

Ask him, Kuba. Go ahead. Hmm?

Ask Zyga why he can fucking fly off to Spain

and why he can even be a businessman,

who he thanks for that.

Go with your dad.

Please, son.

-Hey. -Hey.

-Got some more to add to the pool. -Oh yeah.

'Sup, dude?

Just enjoying it.

I've always wanted to do this.

Watch this. Ready?

-What? -Nothing.

-Hold on. -No, not now. Kuba.

-One sec. -Well, fuck.

Hi, Professor, I meant to call you.

-Hey, Kuba. Where are you? -Mikuś broke his toe so…

I've just gotta be here with him, and it just slipped my mind to call you.

That's right, I'm-- That's right, I'm on top of all of it.

Yeah, be well, we'll talk tomorrow, Professor.

"Be well, Professor…"

"Professor."

♪ Habibi, habibi The caring left ♪

♪ Habibi, habibi As long as I sing ♪

♪ Habibi, habibi I'll let the birds in ♪

♪ Habibi, habibi No one understands me ♪

♪ Habibi, habibi The caring left ♪

♪ Habibi, habibi As long as I sing ♪

♪ Habibi, habibi I'll let the birds in ♪

♪ Is there anyone out there? ♪

-To remodel the shower. -Look at all this. Wow!

-Where'd you get it? -I just saved. Take it.

No, thanks.

Mom, this is also my home.

-It should be comfortable for all of us. -Mm-hmm.

Mom, please just use the money, it's yours.

No. I don't want it.

Mom, am I speaking a different language?

I made some money and saved it.

So, what's the problem?

I want to pitch in towards the bathroom remodel

so that cabinet stops falling apart.

Well, you didn't make this working down at the plant.

Wherever I got it, it's here now.

Mom, it's yours now.

Give it back!

Take it back.

I don't want his help.

Do with it what you want.

Bodek! Jaw.

Good luck!

Get that fat-ass.

Come on!

Come on, Junior! Come on, Kuba!

Fuck, Junior!

Get up, kid!

Half a minute more and the fat-ass falls, got it?

Go! Go! Go!

-Come on, Kuba! -Get him, you fuck!

Let's go!

-Get up! Get up, bitch. -Beka!

-Come on, get up! -Easy, easy, easy, easy. Leave him be.

Fuck him up! Get him. Fuck!

Look at him fucking hurl.

-Ugh… -Good job, man.

Taught you pretty well, pretty boy.

Though you do owe me for the sandwich.

-Oh, fuck. -That's how you do it!

Way to go, Junior!

-Hell yeah. -He's good, right?

-That kid's a killer. -Fuck.

Kuba!

Let's go.

She betrayed me and my family.

Ola was feeding her and she bit her.

That's why I'm gonna shoot this stupid little fuck.

Because if someone betrays you once, they're going to do it again.

Do you have something to say?

Hm?

-Hi. -Good afternoon. Is he in?

Yeah.

Shoes!

Fuck you, dickhead.

Nice of you to drop by.

Nice for whom, huh? Not me.

Might change your mind one day.

Keep dreaming.

Did a swab test. DNA.

And Michał is Kuba's father. Definitely.

So fuck right off, you prick.

Ah!

Take this fucking bullshit. Choke on it.

You know what?

-I'm very grateful to you. -What'd you say?

I'm grateful to you.

This perspective is helpful.

Listen. You leave Michał's son alone now.

Let me take one more look.

You've seen it twice today.

I want to see it again though.

My parents will be back soon.

We'll hear them when they come in.

-Hm? -Hm, hm, hm?

Oh fuck.

Yeah, only another 30 K and then we'll be fine.

Yeah. Man, when he took that gun out

I almost pissed my pants.

Thought he'd put one of those bullets in me next.

Kuba. There's nothing to worry about.

That's enough.

Did you really believe that we were gonna make it?

Hm?

-Hm? -Hm?

♪ Seems like the other day… ♪

Leave her!

-Let me fucking go! -Stay the fuck down!

Take it down!

Don't touch me!

Stop!

Leave him alone!

Stop it!

-Let me go! -Now!

Come here, you fuck. Come here, you fuck!

Shit. Fuck, fuck, let me go!

No, fuck, no!

Fuck!

♪ Walking in the sand ♪