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THE HOOLIGAN

HOSPITAL

I believe that for someone as young as your son

this is the best solution.

He's going to feel more comfortable among his peers.

And how's it work?

It scans for myoelectric impulses

with a bunch of embedded electrodes placed in the prosthesis.

The signals go over here immediately being processed into

regular movement in the fingers.

So, what? He's gonna be able to just move normally?

Well, not to the degree he could before, but yes.

This prosthesis will make Kuba's life easier.

It'll look fake though? Or won't it?

He'll get a special glove

that models the appearance of joints, and fingernails, uh, bones of course.

So, yeah, you'll be able to see up close, for sure,

but can't have it all, though.

And the cost?

This one'll be in the area of $230,000.

We help with the process of finding funding from various institutions.

Not the whole amount usually, but a sizable portion of it.

And how much time do I have to make a decision about it?

Take all the time you need to consider.

I know it's costly.

But with this model, your son will be able to do things

that unfortunately aren't possible with a normal prosthesis.

Will you tell us what happened?

There's nothing to tell, sorry.

And yet you're here.

We've got a pretty good suspicion about who might've done this.

And we think we know why.

They're evil and so many boys go to jail for them.

You think you're friends with those guys,

but friends don't cut off their friends' hands.

It's fucked, right?

You'll get ten years for dealing drugs. Is it worth it?

I'm a soccer fan myself, I know how it is.

But this isn't about the game for those guys.

They don't give a shit.

Those men take advantage of the whole thing

to make money off kids like you.

We're gonna get these people.

With or without your help.

They'll be put away.

And you'll all end up in the same prison.

So…

You think they're gonna leave you alone to serve in peace?

We'll make sure you never see them again.

We'll leave your mom our number in case you change your mind.

We wish you a quick recovery.

Give it some thought.

-What do you want with my son? -We wanna keep him out of jail.

Yeah?

He was the one beaten, he's the victim.

It looks a little different where we're standing, actually.

Kuba has to testify.

What happened, we don't know.

We know your boy's hanging with a few unsavory people.

That's why we want him to tell us what happened.

He works at a gym not some front.

I'm gonna be honest with you.

This time, he got away with it.

But next time, I'm sure he won't.

And next time's coming. Definitely.

Because folks like them don't quit.

Kuba is the victim here.

All the more reason for him to talk with our people a bit.

We will beat those bitches!

We will beat those bitches!

We will beat those bitches!

Just come get us!

Just come get us! Just come get us!

Just come get us!

What is it? You bored on the family side, huh?

-I just want to speak to Zyga. -Okay, come on.

You--

Just come get us! Just come get us!

Who the fuck cut off my son's hand?

I fucking did! So what?

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. -You, fucker? You?

-You, -You fuck? Hey!

You? Was it you, fucker?

Hey! It's a little late to be showing any interest.

It'll be hard to locate the culprit when you're hanging around with the fans.

Who?

Tomcat, who knows?

Nothing happens without your approval, so who?

You overestimate me.

No one cuts off someone's hand for no reason though.

Okay, okay, okay, calm down, calm down

You might wanna have a conversation with your boy.

Ask him why, then you can ask who.

When I find out, know what'll happen?

When you find out? Like, from the pigs?

When's his release?

Tomorrow.

I'll come in the delivery van, so the wheelchair fits.

I already asked at work.

Mikuś, are you done?

Go pick up your room, please.

Police came to see him.

They say he was involved in drugs.

Tell me if he is.

What else the police say?

They want him to testify.

They say they'll protect him as a witness.

It's bullshit.

As soon as he speaks with them, words gonna get around.

Get around to who?

Why can't our son speak to the police?

You just don't speak to those guys, that's the rule.

I don't give a fuck about your fucking rules!

Some motherfucker fucking butchered my son.

I want a normal life. Do you get that?

That they could've fucking killed him?

Six years in the pen I kept my mouth shut.

Well, maybe you should've spoken up.

If Kuba rats them out, they'll murder him as well as Mikołaj.

And they'll burn us.

Why's that?

So he did do something?

Tell me.

Michał.

What the fuck!

See! See? Now I can really drive something.

-Tell him the free shit's done today. -Sure. Which one?

It'll be clear for him to see. And then you tell him we're square.

I say fuck that motherfucker.

He's already taken too much.

Asshole. We weren't the ones who fucked him in the ass, right?

I know what I'm doing.

Yeah, of course.

You… You've got it handled. I'm just saying!

Beka, watch it, 250 is the max weight on this.

Wait.

Gorgeous.

Just don't shit yourself.

Fuck you, dick!

Now's not the time to cover the psychological effects to amputation.

That's not what this is about.

But you should know that your relationship

with your family and your friends may change.

And your way of looking at the world around you

may also change completely.

How's that.

Because Kuba's still the same.

Amputation is often accompanied by, let's say, some very strong emotions.

It might affect how he relates to his family,

because no one's ready for something like this.

Kuba might avoid you, or even reject you.

-I'm not worried he'll do that. -Please remember that he might go through

difficult, very big emotions within the next few months.

Kuba, you have every right to feel furious or resentful.

It'll take some time before you feel better.

Remember, you're not alone in this.

I want to leave now.

Looks like someone reconsidered.

Or at least kinda,

because my folks sent me a bunch of clothes.

They're rags though,

I have no idea where they found stuff like that.

We may have to burn 'em, or maybe even sell them,

'cause they're too lame to wear.

I'm starting to get fucking pissed they're away.

Know what I've been thinking about? Just don't laugh, okay?

I've even already spoken to your parents about it.

At first, they were pretty on the fence, I think, but they're fine.

So, when you've recovered a little,

you'll move in with me.

Ah, fuck.

So stressed, I keep throwing up.

But anyway…

so the man who owns the apartment,

I just spoke to him and I've got some more time to buy him out.

We're all settled.

Come on, we're going home, Kuba.

-Thanks, Blanka. -Thanks.

Sorry that you couldn't be at the match.

We lost the game two-nil.

At ten o'clock, only ten played.

The ref red-carded us immediately.

-Did they talk about me? -What?

Did they talk about me?

Hmm. No.

Get lost, we're gonna take a bath.

We're out of edema ointment.

Blanka bought some.

-It's in the bathroom cabinet. -All right, I'll get it.

It's no problem.

Hey, Junior.

You start training again tomorrow, all right?

Look what else I brought you.

It's pretty cool, huh?

I was even going to ask them to sign it for you,

but I was fucking beat after work, so,

you've gotta go get them all for yourself.

I talked with my boss.

We're gonna get a loan.

We'll get our boy back up and running with that cool prosthesis.

Uh, you need anything?

Just call if you do.

♪ Science is eerie When you're still around ♪

♪ Killing your body 'Cause they found you out ♪

♪ Calling the shots And I'm falling down ♪

♪ Look at the dust Explode on the ground ♪

♪ I'm there, I'm there I'm there, I'm there ♪

♪ I'm there, I'm there Under, I'm there ♪

♪ I'm there, I'm there Under, I've heard ♪

♪ I've heard ♪

♪ I've heard ♪

♪ I've heard ♪

♪ I've heard ♪

♪ Inside I'm feeling dirty ♪

♪ Inside I'm feeling dirty ♪

♪ Inside I'm feeling dirty ♪

♪ It's only 'cause-- ♪

You don't find all this revolting?

What exactly?

Uh, the hand, diapers.

Shut up, I don't

No, seriously.

You had to clean up that mess. I pissed my pants.

With my bubbe, when it was close to the end, I…

usually cleaned up after her.

That was truly hardcore.

For real though,

I've been pretty afraid you wouldn't see me as much of a man

after everything I've been through, you know?

Did I ever see you as man?

Kuba, it wouldn't bother me if you were pooping in a fucking bag.

Because I'm into you.

I won't be here tomorrow.

I've gotta go and talk to a girl who I'm writing a paper for.

Okay.

Good morning. Detective Łukasz Szymański.

I'm here from the police HQ.

Mr. Tomasz Galicki?

This is private property.

We'd like a moment to talk.

I'm not gonna speak to people like you fucking pigs.

Bummer for us.

You can leave unless you got a warrant.

Do you know Jakub Wójcik?

You boys know that you're trespassing, so please leave.

Or what? You've got a machete you've been dying to use?

Hello, two of your guys are trespassing on my land here.

If you cooperate, the prosecutor is sure to offer you a lot more leniency.

Tomasz Galicki. Two of your men have encroached on my property.

-I do believe them to be armed. -Oh, Kuba!

Dad, when is Kuba visiting again?

Ola, wait in the car, please.

Calm down, calm down. We'll leave you in peace now, sir.

Besides, how much time you even got?

Enjoy the time with your kid.

Because soon you'll be seeing her from the other side of the glass.

Fuck off, shitheads.

For your daughter. So she doesn't miss him as much.

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

♪ Call me when you're going Back to get it done ♪

♪ I know that you think you-- ♪

Huh?

How's your hand?

Slowly growing back.

Thanks.

I felt I couldn't throw it out.

Listen.

Mom wants you to speak about what happened, you know, with the cops.

And?

That's it.

Just saying, that's what Mom wants.

And you?

Don't know.

You don't know?

You're my old man, yeah? Figured you probably already knew?

Hm? That's a big help, thanks.

Kuba.

Tell me what happened, please.

Hm?

Did you steal something or what?

I sold drugs.

You did what?

Fuck!

Oh, fucking hell, Kuba,

you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into?

♪ Call me when it's going wrong I'll understand ♪

♪ Catch me when I'm sinking Into quicksand ♪

♪ Call me when you're feeling down And you'll hold my hand ♪

MEDICAL CLINIC

♪ Call me when it's going wrong ♪

♪ Call me when it's going wrong ♪

How long have you been having sex?

Since I was about sixteen.

Or like, uh, that was the first time,

and after that there was a three-year break up until now.

Mm-hmm. With how many partners?

Uh, only two.

The one over three years ago and my, uh, my current boyfriend.

And do you use any kind of protection?

Mm. Condoms, yeah, but that's why what happened is so weird.

Mm-hmm. They are less effective in general than, uh, hormonal methods.

I'm aware, so I want to start taking the pill tomorrow.

Mm.

Have you had this procedure before?

Three years ago a morning-after pill, but I don't remember what brand though.

All right, take off your clothes. We'll do an ultrasound, okay?

How long will it be?

Mmm, 15 minutes.

You're not gonna feel anything because we're gonna use a local anesthetic.

It'll be over in about an hour and then you can leave the clinic.

How far along am I?

-Six weeks? -Mm-hmm.

Don't be afraid. Up until the twelfth week it's…

a simple procedure.

You're in good hands.

Honestly, we get half of Poland.

Hey.

Sorry I didn't pick up earlier,

but I was fucking swamped with the paper, you know.

What's up?

Everything's okay.

Although, dumbass couldn't figure out who she was writing about.

Like, was it Paderewski or Penderecki.

Looks like my bus is here.

I'll come over tomorrow.

Me too.

Motherfucking Kosy.

-What the fuck did you just say? -Must've misheard.

You must be fucking stupid. Piece of shit.

-Wanna go? -You fucking nuts, motherfucker?

Leave him alone, dumbfuck.

Fuck off, Blanka, or I'll bash your skull in too.

Leave her alone or I'll fucking wreck you, you fucking shitheads.

Hey!

Hey, stop it.

-What? Is this guy your buddy? -No. But I know him.

You might just wanna mention to this… invalid

how he should behave on our turf, huh?

You picking a fight with me, bud?

Remember who you're speaking to.

Can't you see he's an amputee, man?

The fucker got the soccer teams confused a bit.

Bye.

The fuck are you playing at, Stumpy?

Your guys cut off your hand so you wanna start in on us?

-None of your business. -Of course it fucking is.

You fucking ingrates. What the fuck?

No "Thank you, Mokry?"

"Kiss my ass, Mokry."

"We couldn't have done it without you."

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

So easy.

Let's go, Kuba.

Don't you assume I'm gonna save your ass every time, Stumpy.

They're gonna chop off your other hand, then how're you gonna jerk off?

The fuck?

Here.

Thanks.

Where do you keep the tape and bandages?

They should be in a cupboard somewhere.

You got the bandage?

Yeah.

Uh, it was just a false alarm.

You sure?

I'd know if I were pregnant, don't you think?

So why have a test then?

To be sure I'm not pregnant.

What is it? You wanna be a father today?

Mm, no.

Here.

Let's go.

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow Which nobody can deny! ♪

Yeah, wonderful, make a wish now.

It's just a name day, chill.

So what? You can still make a wish! It can't hurt. Go for it, honey.

Whoo!

Presents.

From me, Dad, and Mikuś.

I'll help you.

What do you think? Hmm?

Hmm?

I was worried you might buy me a prosthesis.

Very good plan.

We're taking you in next week to get measured.

No thanks.

Okay, my turn now.

Keys to my apartment.

But you're only allowed to move out when your rehab is done. Okay? Yeah?

Cool.

Gladius! Gladius, Gladius, Gladius!

Gladius! Gladius!

Something interesting always happens on the boys' name days.

Kuba. Kuba!

Remember when Mikuś smeared poop all over the walls?

-What? -Me?

Yes, you! Impossible to clean.

Or when Kuba tried to dry his T-shirt in the oven?

Seriously?

Yeah, we were supposed to visit you in jail,

but we ended up having to go to the hospital because he burned his hands.

So, hey, I've gotta go.

-Where? -The match.

Sit down, Kuba.

Kuba!

Are you listening?

Kuba, stop, come back, I won't allow it.

Kuba! Kuba!

This is pointless!

Hey, hey, hey. What the fuck you think you are doing?

-I know what I'm doing. -Obviously you fucking don't.

You don't have to go there.

I want to, though.

Gladius, Gladius, Gladius!

We will beat those bitches!

We will beat those bitches!

We will beat those bitches!

We will beat those bitches!

We will beat those bitches!

Burn those bitches!

What the fuck are you looking at?

Motherfucker, get out!

Give me the horn.

Motherfucker, get out!

Motherfucker, get out! Motherfucker, get out!

Motherfucker, get out! Motherfucker, get out!

Motherfucker, get out! Motherfucker, get out!

Motherfucker, get out! Motherfucker, get out!

Motherfucker, get out! Motherfucker, get out!

Motherfucker, get out! Motherfucker, get out!

Motherfucker, get out! Motherfucker, get out!

Motherfucker, get out!

You fucking stupid or what?

This is my stadium, what are you doing here?

It's not yours, it's Gladius's.

Everything in this fucking town belongs to me.

There's no more fucking Gladius for you.

No more, Kuba, get me? None. Never was. It's over. You're dead to us.

The stadium is now off-limits to you, understand?

Repeat after me, huh?

"From now on, the stadium's off-limits, Zyga." Hm?

"From now on, the stadium is off-limits, Zyga."

Be glad you caught me on a good day.

Motherfucker, get out! Motherfucker, get out!

Motherfucker, get out!

GLADIUS LATEST NEWS

Motherfucker, get out! Motherfucker, get out!

Motherfucker, get out! Motherfucker, get out!

Wanna talk about it?

Yeah. I'm curious.

Maybe you know why

all those guys over there booed me out of the arena tonight

when I didn't do a fucking thing to our boys.

No, wait a minute. Kuba, come on now.

In their eyes, you really fucked everyone royally and completely.

How did I fuck them? How did I fuck them over?

It was fucking Kosy and Chrobry. Not our guys!

Fucking think, Kuba, please.

Seriously.

Zyga's sold to Chrobry for years.

You can bet our boys were forced to repay every single fucking cent.

Just be glad they didn't do something a lot worse, okay.

Stumpy, Jesus!

They fucking amputate your brain?

-Why the fuck are you here? -I wanna talk.

Come on, fuck off.

The match is gonna start any fucking minute. Get lost.

Seriously, we gotta talk!

Ten K.

You know I can't make promises, right?

They'll believe it though if your old man does.

Let's go.

Marian, get off your ass! I'm not gonna bust my ass alone up here.

It's over in a few minutes, come on.

You could at least put a fucking real match on, not Kosy, Jesus.

How fucking bad are they losing?

Hey!

Is that your son in the Kosy stands?

Thank you, pumpkin, you're very helpful.

Go on in.

Kuba?

-You home? -In the bathroom.

We ran into Blanka today.

You should give her a call, or pick up when she does.

-Will you help me put stuff away, too? -Yeah.

Good boy!

Thanks.

What is it?

Where is he?

Bathroom.

Kuba!

Kuba…

What's going on?

Nothing, Mom, just… I've got a new club.

-What… what do you mean "new club," what? -Calm down.

That whore club betrayed me and I will not stand for it.

-Who the fuck betrayed you? -That fucking Gladius.

-Gladius betrayed you? Really? -Relax, you two.

Kuba, listen to me.

People did beat you up.

People who've used the club to perpetuate violence and drug use.

Don't confuse the club with the hooligans.

They don't care about me? All right then.

No boy of mine'll be a fucking Kosy fan, I raised you to be a Gladius fan.

-You raised me? You? Tell me when. -Kuba.

Kuba what? Kuba what?

Where the fuck was he when Mikuś was sick, huh?

When you were sleeping next to his hospital bed for a month?

Kuba, for fuck's sake.

Where was he when you were off cleaning other people's houses so we'd have food?

Kuba, enough.

Where the fuck was your team when you were locked up there?

Don't you think they should help when one of the family is down?

That's a different topic of conversation, Kuba.

A different topic, huh?

Fucking whose side are you on?

They chopped off my hand, Dad.

Fucking hell!

What a fucking asshole.

Sleep it off, Michał. He'll come around.

Come on, just let it go. Nothing's happened, honey.

-The fuck it didn't! -Quiet.

You can cheer for anyone in this house but Kosy!

You're both fucking mental, you need professional help,

just go get it.

Justyna. Justyna, you gotta understand once and for all,

if you're a convert, you're better off leaving the fucking neighborhood.

-Get that? -The neighborhood?

Jesus Christ, are you kidding?

Fuck this neighborhood and fuck your club.

Gladius is more important to you than your kid.

They won't forget about it.

Fuck all of them, they fucking chopped off his hand, do you get that?

The fucking problem is…

that you're the one unable to accept it.

Mm.

Son…

I know you feel like they betrayed you and you feel like shit.

-Do you wanna talk about it? -Talk about what?

Kuba, the club didn't do this to you.

Junior.

You wanna know why Gladius still exists?

Because fans always support it, like you and me.

And?

So stop blubbering and rip that shit off the window.

Michał.

And if I don't?

It fucking comes down or get the fuck out of my house.

Good. Now let's go burn that fucking trash.

Kosy, yes, you're the best!

Kosy, yes, you're the best! Kosy, yes, you're the best!

Kosy, yes, you're the best! Kosy, yes, you're the best!

Fuck 'em!

Kosy, yes, you're the best!

-What's up? -Talk.

Why are our team colors around the neck of this fucking thieving bitch?

Fucking wait a second and just hear him out, huh? Come on.

Zyga has been fucking you over for years.

Mixed-in stuff like supplements, powdered milk, or caffeine, or anything.

Said you'd be fucking happy even if he took a shit in it.

Get the fuck out.

Fucking play! Play!

I just delivered the stuff to you all.

It came down to the wire, and they left me with the fucking bag

and fucking cut off my hand.

I've been doing business with those guys for years.

I'm supposed to just believe you now?

Right, I did this to myself, so you'd fucking believe me, is that it?

Fucker, you ever see 'em mix the damn product?

All the time, I've got it down, all the proportions.

-Fucking play! -Take out the rag. Go ahead.

Kosy, yes, you're the best! Kosy, yes, you're the best!

I want to burn this!

I gave my heart to that damn club and all those fuckers…

…turned their fucking backs on me.

-Kozy, let's go, Kozy! -Let's go, Kozy!

Let's go! Fucking burn this shit!

♪ Inside we're burning ♪

♪ Inside we're burning ♪

♪ Inside we're burning ♪

♪ It's only 'cause I'm burning ♪

Go fuck them up good! Yes, Kosy, let's fuck them up good!

Kosy, let's go, Kosy!