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THE HOOLIGAN

I don't know him.

You still don't understand your situation. You really could end up in jail.

So?

-A judge might drop the charges. -But not for free.

Well, I won't be a snitch.

Did you learn nothing from what happened with your dad?

No, I did. Don't be a snitch.

Hm. You're a badass, huh?

Don't be so confident.

When faced with prison, I've seen badasses wilt.

Anything else?

Zyga didn't mention it's on credit. Where's the money, huh?

Perhaps he forgot.

Maybe call him and you two can talk about the payment issue,

or he'll think I fucked up.

Go ahead.

It's better if it's you.

I don't have anything to say to the guy.

So I'm supposed to just leave without the cash?

What don't you understand?

Just fuck off, man. We're done.

Wanna get your ass beat?

Whatever.

What now?

Nothing.

Don't go there.

I've got it covered.

In my opinion, you really haven't.

Might wanna try passive resistance for once.

I've just been writing this paper about it.

It means you can just ignore those guys.

No. They gotta feel what they did to me.

Oh hi. Come in.

Kuba…

l'm going to go get something to drink.

Will you come home?

Why?

Mom wants you to.

I do too.

Why don't you come back with me?

What about that?

That…

That… That doesn't matter at all.

You're Gladius, Kuba.

Enough of the bullshit.

-I burned your flag. -So fucking what!

I mean, any fucking fool is able to burn a flag.

Any fucking fool? So what?

I burned the flag, so I'm a fucking fool?

No, no, no, no, I didn't mean it that way, man.

That's not what you meant? That's what you said.

I'm a fucking fool because I burned the flag.

Hm?

Yeah, fine, pack your things, you're moving out.

No. I'm gonna fucking keep on with Kosy, like a fool.

Here.

Kosy are a powerful club.

-Don't start, come on. -Kosy's got the power.

Kosy's got it.

Cut it out, Kuba.

Kosy, Kosy, Kosy, Kosy, Kosy, Kosy! That's my club, the best fucking one!

My only fucking club are fucking Kosy!

Please, I'm begging you. Cut it out, Kuba.

Kosy, damn it! Kosy! Kosy! Kosy!

I'm sorry.

He didn't mean that, you know.

Yup.

He'll understand when it's all done.

Where's Kuba?

Nowhere.

-You were supposed to bring him home. -Yeah? See if you can get him then.

Do you want to lose him entirely?

It's not enough that you've crippled our son?

How the fuck is it my fault? How's it my fault?

The boy was fucking stupid, it's not my fault.

I wasn't the one who taught him to steal, okay.

He didn't have to mess with them.

What the fuck, Michał?

You know full well, if it's anybody's fault, it's yours.

Your fault and that damn Gladius, Michał

Yeah? And you're so fucking high and mighty in all of this, huh?

'Cause if I'd been at home, he would've known his place.

And maybe you should've paid better attention.

You weren't home though.

He needed you to fucking be here but you were in fucking prison.

I know something's up. That asshole's up to something, I know it.

We can't let it slide, because it's like those motherfuckers are…

shitting on us.

We gotta fuck those guys up, man.

Kill those motherfuckers.

Piru, you set up a meeting with Chrobry.

There will be no fucking fighting until we're positive.

If there's war, then we all lose, gentlemen.

What the fuck!

Oh fuck. It's still fresh.

I wish I could've seen their faces.

I think next time, I'm gonna burn that place down.

-But they could've caught you. -Nah, no fucking way.

We want you to come back.

Your dad has calmed down.

-So? -So we're waiting for you.

-Why? -Because that's your family home!

-Not anymore. -Please stop it.

Just stop with this nonsense.

Stop this? Stop this, you mean?

-Will you fucking speak to him, please? -Yeah, I've tried.

Kuba, please, huh?

We want you back home.

I'll do anything.

I'll wear a wire, put some fucking camera on,

I'll do anything, whatever it takes.

For fuck's sake, I'm begging you. Help me save him, please.

-Did you speak to your son, ma'am? -I can't get through to him.

He's obsessed with it being the club's fault.

Is there anyone he'd listen to?

Like your husband?

No, they're not fucking talking to each other.

Maybe he'll listen to his girlfriend.

She was already here giving a statement.

She said she doesn't have any idea who anybody is,

they all had masks over their faces.

And Kuba's a Boy Scout, you know?

Obviously, she's got her boyfriend's back. What'd you expect?

What about yours?

She likes me fine, but I don't know.

Maybe you could convince her to come and make a statement.

She knows something, that's for sure.

If she makes a statement,

it'll be a lot easier to save your son and put the others away.

Hi, are you Blanka?

Do I know you?

Well, you kind of wrote a paper for me about Schulz.

No refunds, sorry.

Look, you accepted it, that's the end of it.

Yeah, I'm fucked now though, because the professor believes

that I'm the shining future of Polish humanities

and he brags to everyone about my genius,

how brilliant I am, and the way I make connections.

That's beautiful.

Sure, except I've gotta write something new.

When and what?

Well, something on Kafka, I believe.

I'll just email you about it.

It's urgent though, can you do it soon?

-Yeah, but for double. -Okay, great.

I need it up-front.

I don't have it on me.

There's an ATM one street over.

-I'll wait. -Mm.

Thanks.

Oh, fuck.

[punches landing[

Hit him. And punch.

Left, right. Kill him!

-Put your guard up! -Use your left!

That's great, man.

-That's right! -Well done!

I brought you Stumpy.

That was pretty fucking cool.

What? You wanna try?

I could.

Let's do it.

You're fucking crazy, Stumpy, I like you.

Okay, locker room's here, huh?

Come on, Stumpy.

Fucking hell, a kid with no hand is fucking up my guys.

Fuck, come on, Kabanos! Move it!

Come on, come on, get him! Come on, Stumpy!

-Zyga's people called. -They wanna talk?

The meet-up's tomorrow. You know, for the negotiations.

Nobody wants a war, but just in case, we'll get the guys.

Stumpy get up, you did good. Good work.

Kuba, this is a fucking terrible idea.

I understand you're fucking pissed off and all,

but you gotta leave it alone.

Why don't you just paint stuff on the stadium or something?

That won't work.

I don't know. Fuck, man.

Go take a shit in front of the ticket office.

You can leave the paper you use for wiping your ass.

Maybe I go help you.

Why do you want a fucking war?

You'll see.

You're scaring me a bit, Kuba.

Well that's two of us then.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

-Hi, good morning. -Hey.

Kuba's not here.

That's fine.

Actually came for you.

You know Michał, Kuba's father, was in prison?

Mm-hmm.

He told you why?

He said he was in the Wolves and fought like a bunch of people

and then somebody went to the hospital.

Michał was in a brawl where a guy was actually murdered.

He went away six years and served his time to the fucking day.

And except him, no one was charged. You know why?

'Cause Michał took the fall for all of it.

He said he was the only one in that fight.

-And he left us for six years. -Sorry, but why tell me this?

Maybe because if he'd told the police about what happened,

Kuba might have a dad.

So you want me to tell Kuba to be a fucking snitch

and tell the cops what happened to him?

I want a normal life for both of you, that's all.

If you want, you got time to get one.

Yeah, except that wolves don't squeal.

And you never hurt the person you love, right?

Right?

And if Kuba goes to jail, he's going to hurt you, me, Michał…

Whatever.

When you're in love,

you sometimes have to make hard decisions.

Even when you don't want to.

Love's a sacrifice, isn't it?

This is how they negotiate.

Fuck.

Motherfuckers.

-Go get everyone together at the gym. -Sure.

Okay, Stumpy, fuck off, we've got some important club business.

Okay, but it's also my club.

We need your help like we need an ass-fucking.

Enough talk.

You need to fuck off, we don't have the time.

Fuck!

Let me prove myself.

I can earn my fucking place.

I know where to hit to really hurt 'em bad.

Get the fuck out.

Boo!

What the fuck!

You can't just barge in here whenever the fuck you want, dude.

Don't get hysterical.

I came 'cause I wanna start over with you.

Are you nuts?

The past is the past.

Let's forget about it.

Forget about rape? You serious?

What the fuck? There was no rape.

The fuck you talking about?

I took what was mine.

A chick is supposed serve up her ass any time her man wants to fuck.

You were acting like such a prude, all right.

Your panties were pretty wet though.

Give me my keys and get the fuck out or I'm gonna call the police, okay?

Know what?

I don't give a fuck that you don't wanna date me.

You're going to.

If you won't be with me, then Stumpy…

will get his fucking ass beat.

For as long as it takes for you to come around.

Got it?

You're a sick bastard.

No, I'm… benevolent.

I'm letting you live with him, aren't I?

I'll call you.

Because if you hadn't wanted to see me at all,

you'd have changed the locks.

No?

Got something.

What is it?

Awesome, dude.

Guys, that's fucking Piru!

What? The fuck did you say?

-What about him? -Piru? Show me.

-Fine work, boy. -Good, Kuba.

Good. Good.

So?

Think I proved myself?

Need to think through some things. Lay low for a bit.

Piru's in the hospital.

And make no mistake about it, gentlemen,

we'd beat 'em to a goddamn pulp for all of you.

Because for the club I live…

And for my people I die!

Bodek's got the weapons.

Beka will be collecting your phones. Get 'em back afterwards.

-Uh, we clear? -Yes, sir!

-Can't fucking hear you. -Yes, sir!

Okay, let's start the fun.

Eat up, it'll get cold.

Gentlemen!

Let's go!

Tomcat, you know you're not the problem, right?

But Junior can't show his face around the neighborhood.

You should've gotten your ass beat for that damn flag prank he pulled.

If not for Mikołaj, I'd shut that fucking mouth of yours.

-I don't care about your brat, dude. -Enough, man, chill.

No. Wait.

Tomcat, you remember juvie?

Justyna by herself, all alone.

I'm glad Zyga was there, taking care of her.

He even thought that Kuba could be his.

-Oh boy. Enough, enough, enough, enough. -Daddy!

-Cool it, cool it. -Fucking do it!

-Huh? -The kid's here.

Daddy!

Eat, Mikuś.

Eat, we're all good.

-What are friends for, huh? -Let's go already.

-Hello? -Hi, Blanka.

I'm glad you picked up, you know?

You're getting smarter.

What do you want?

Half an hour, my house.

And if you're not there, I'm gonna kick Stumpy's ass.

I'll fucking kick your door to bits and pieces, don't be a hero.

Oh, get fucked.

Yeah. You will babe.

Ah!

BLANKA WHORE

You know, Jim, we gotta talk.

Hey.

What is it?

What's up? Hm?

You okay?

Haven't kissed me like that in some time, fuck.

Did Zyga do this too

or maybe he just fucked you immediately.

And when I was up in the pen, did you fuck him then too?

Where'd he do it?

Here?

Michał, don't.

-Is he better than me? -Fuck you, I'm not answering that.

Did he fuck you in our bed?

Fucking tell me, was it from behind in our fucking bed?

Michał…

I swear it was just one time 18 years ago, please.

We're gathered here today to say goodbye to a dear, young man.

A man who… had a plan.

He had hope.

He was a good sports fan.

He loved motorcycles and personal fitness.

Today we ask God Almighty and His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ,

to forgive him all his sins which he committed

and which we all commit in our imperfect human existence.

Let us pray…

…for eternal life for our dear brother now.

What the fuck?

FROM GLADIUS AND FRIENDS

-Come here. -No, no, no, no.

Stumpy!

Kuba, right?

God forgives, Kosynierzy doesn't.

Do you understand?

So now's your big chance to go and prove your loyalty to this club.

Time's up for Zyga. Capisce?

You proved you're hard as shit, so now the club's gonna help you

get revenge on that dick who chopped off your hand.

I don't know. I…

You said this was your club now.

And it sounds like maybe you didn't hear me.

When I say go fuck up Zyga, you fuck up Zyga.

Do it or they'll find your little brother in the river.

Wait on my call and keep your fucking mouth shut.

I knew from the beginning it was probably a bad plan with Piru.

Don't piss me off today, Blanka.

What? If you had left him alone,

they wouldn't think you're such a badass now.

And now because of you, we're fucked.

Yeah? We're fucked?

Whose plan was it to fuck Zyga over for the drugs, huh?

Oh, so this is my fucking fault now?

-Is it mine? -You wanted to do it, Kuba.

You might wanna try calling those officers.

No.

-No? -No.

Then talk to your mother.

Absolutely not. She can't handle this.

Kuba, she's the only one who can handle something this fucked up, you know that.

Fucking lay off me and stop telling me

who I'm supposed to be speaking with or avoiding.

I'm sorry.

May we speak?

Dude, I'm not gonna write anything else.

I don't have the time.

I have an issue.

Professor realized I didn't write the Kafka paper

and they suspended me for it.

Well, that sucks for you.

I had to tell them that it's your paper, so sorry about that.

You better get out of here.

But you know they won't do anything to you, right? You just sold me your work.

I'm just here to say, don't be surprised if someone calls you from the university.

It's really not a big deal for you…

Hello?

Friday night, 9:30. Think of your brother, Stumpy.

Just wanted to let you know.

I'll go now, sorry.

We lost our boy, Michał.

I don't know if it's my own fault

or if it's yours or the fucking club's.

We fucked everything up.

I lost my son and now my husband.

You're not losing anyone.

Forget about it, past is past.

It never happened, it's fine.

Never.

Today is all that matters.

I love you all so much.

And you most of all, Justyna.

I've always loved you.

Don't leave the apartment Friday night, okay?

Come in.

You've gotta stay home, just don't go out this Friday night.

Please, Dad.

Come in, Mom will be thrilled.

So will I.

Uh, get me a Margherita. Or how 'bout just a whiskey.

-I'll get one for the guys. -And a four-cheese.

What are you, my little boy? Come on, that's stupid.

Know what, Beka, get one with salami.

Two pizzas, one four-cheese, one salami, a beer, and a whiskey.

MR. CHROBRY THEY CAME, ORDERED FOOD, BEER, AND WHISKEY

You'll leave your cell phones with us.

Keep your mouths shut or talk over radios.

We bust right in there, we beat those fuckers, and we fuck off.

Weapons are only to be used on those Gladius fuckers.

Kick anybody else who tries to stop you.

Listen, go for their fucking arms and legs, got it?

Nothing more, yeah?

Now clear the way.

And you, Stumpy, get Zyga.

You cut off his fucking head.

I'll be right behind you. So don't get any ideas.

Kill the motherfucker.

Afterwards, Siwy will take all the stuff back.

If you lose anything, I'll beat you myself.

Mm, delicious. I'll take one of yours though.

The fuck are you doing? Just order more, dude.

Come on, just share. I didn't get any meat.

Get out now.

Tomcat, what the fuck?

I'm fucking serious, you've gotta go, now.

Seriously, I'm gonna kick your fucking teeth in.

What are you saying?

Shut the fuck up. What's going on?

Kosy are on their way.

-It's gonna be a bloodbath. -Are you for real?

Goddamn fucking motherfuckers.

Pipe down, fucker.

What's the plan?

Kosy's coming. Stop them on Łódzka. Everyone else come here.

Michał, sit down

Move it, dude.

I know about Justyna.

For the club I live,

and for my people I die. Remember that?

You're out of your mind.

Loyalty, right, you fuck?

Shut up.

Fidelity, you fuck.

Shut the fuck up.

Friendship, you fuck.

Six fucking years for you, I did. I did.

And I made sure your wife was okay.

Beka] What the fuc--

Hey!

It's our fight, leave it.

Just us.

-Beka? -No, it's okay, I'm fine.

Beat up those bitches!

-What the fuck? -Let's get the fuck out of here!

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