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THE HOOLIGAN

No.

He would want this.

She went to sleep with Mikuś.

But she's still not eating.

Kuba, fuck all of this nonsense.

Let's just leave.

I'll go to college, you can finish school.

-But I got stuff to do first. -Kuba.

Stumpy, hey.

Condolences, Kuba.

Thanks.

Can you find Zyga for me?

-What do you think we are, detectives? -Shut up.

Why do you care now?

If stuff goes south, he'll flip on you first,

then me, then everyone.

-If it means getting out faster. -He's completely burned here.

He's probably fucked off to the Czech Republic already for a fake ID.

You gonna keep chasing after him all over Europe?

I believe he's gonna stay right here. He'd have to start over again.

Kuba, you don't think he could have some connections in Spain? That could help him?

-He's got properties there. -He'd need to move stuff? At least some.

Normally, that fucker Beka would be coming over here next week, right?

I think he's laying low waiting on a delivery.

So what's my place in your fucking plan, kid?

You're looking for a supplier and Zyga's product comes in from the shore.

People say it smells like fish. Swan delivers it, reeks of fucking fish.

Well, fine. I'll put a few guys on it for you.

Thanks.

Too bad about Tomcat. He was a good man.

Gladius, but a good man.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Do you know why you are here?

I'm not involved with the Wolves in any way. I'm sorry, but I'm not.

Not our department.

Do you know

Marta Pariaszewska?

Don't think so.

Because from what we've learned, she hired you to write a paper she claimed was hers.

Is that a crime?

No. But she did lie to the college by claiming it was her work.

And she might get in a lot of trouble for doing that.

You should be talking to her then. Why talk to me?

Mm.

'Cause we'd like to know if you've provided this service to anyone else.

-Am I under arrest? -Mm-mm.

Unless, of course, you received financial compensation for your writing

and lied about it to the office of revenue, right?

Oh, pardon.

Good afternoon. Is this the home of Blanka Mazur?

Nope, sorry.

It's not a police thing.

I'm just her roommate. Would you like to pass along a message to her?

Please tell her that Professor Wiktor Jaworski was here and wanted to talk.

I teach Marta Pariaszewska.

But she'll know what it's concerning.

I'm sorry, I bet she won't.

I genuinely came here to meet the person who wrote me a fantastic essay.

-Quite the sports fan. -My boyfriend.

-Where you been studying? -Nowhere.

-Why? -It is what it is.

Hm. You finished school of course, though.

I'd love to have you present at my lectures, if you want.

I'm honored.

But I've got my ticket to anywhere that I'd like.

GOLDEN DIPLOMA FOR BLANKA MAZUR

I'm sorry about your father, really, my condolences.

Thank you, sir.

It might sound weird, but I actually knew your father.

From school.

You wanna know what happened to Beka? You probably do.

Moron ate dinner at his grandma's.

So we got the guy.

So? Even though Beka murders your dad you still won't talk to the police?

Why? Murder's not enough for you or what?

Listen to yourself, kid. What? For real?

They fucking murder his dad and he still hides behind some fucking hooligan rules?

Save yourself while you still can kid.

And all this… you can take to the club.

Do whatever you want to with this.

I'll do it later.

No, you won't do it later, you'll do it now!

It's always fucking 'later' with you! Later, later!

Take this away, I don't want it here! Understand?

I don't want it here!

Want some help, dude?

-No thanks. -Let me just help you.

No thanks.

Okay.

How are you, Kuba?

Mm. I've been better.

I've been thinking about making something for you if you don't want to give up art.

I've got a couple ideas.

Ziemek has something as well.

-Wilku! -Take a look, bro.

-Look. -You've got everything here.

Everything you might need.

Everything in the box fits right in that little hole.

Right there, yeah.

After you've just gotta…

See?Gonna be a legend.

Thanks.

♪ Raise your fist, raise your fist ♪

♪ Raise your fist Raise your fist, raise your fist ♪

TECHNICAL COLLEGE

♪ Raise, raise ♪

I hope y'all understand

Got to know the nature of what we're fighting!

For getting liberation!

Don't want to see me?

-No, I do, I just… A lot's going on. -How's your mom?

She's better.

Any apartment news?

Half of us received letters in our mailboxes, evictions and all that.

Honestly, I'm afraid to go look.

You could come here.

You mean it?

Sure I do.

It's best for all of us.

-Does Kuba know? -Know what?

That you're pregnant.

And even still, you want me to move in?

Even still.

You're family now. This is your home.

PRIVATE NUMBER: 22 AKACJOWA ST. UNTIL TOMORROW

Kuba.

What's up?

-Do you owe someone money? -No.

Text message.

Chrobry's found Zyga.

I know where Zyga is.

Excuse me?

I've got a lead on where to find, uh, Tomasz…

Whatever. I don't know his last name.

Just Zyga.

And?

And I would really like for Kuba to be kept out of jail.

Oh, looking for a deal?

Okay then, let's hear it.

Kuba wants revenge on Zyga.

He has till tomorrow to get him.

And what would you like us to do?

Well, if you have Zyga, then you don't even need Kuba right.

If they call me one more time, you'll see what happens.

What? What will you do?

You'll find out.

Don't mouth off. Aren't you hot? Here.

What's wrong?

He found out where Zyga's hiding.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Go on home. Let's go.

-When are they going? -After dark, I guess.

Be there in two hours.

Fuck.

Wieczorek.

No. No, no, no, no. Keep looking.

What's up?

They can't locate Kuba.

Ah, fuck off. My bandages will get wet.

It's gonna be amazing.

We've covered this block over here too. No bodies for more than that.

Who's inside?

Well, for sure Zyga. Definitely armed, and, uh…

I suppose also, probably Piru, his right hand,

'cause he escaped out of the hospital.

Uh, We don't know about anyone else, though.

Rented long-term by a shell company.

We'll go full-force for this since we've got nothing.

So as always. We'll be right behind you fellas.

Yeah? Detective Łukasz Szymański, what's up?

We can't find him.

He went to Mihal's grave. There are candles burning.

Couldn't have been too long ago.

Did the police manage to find him?

Were the police able to track him down?

Uh-huh.

Yes, yes, of course.

Oh, fucking hell.

The police don't know shit either.

Just "Go home now, he's bound to be home any minute."

What now?

Hey, man, hey.

How about we call up some girls?

There are none more gorgeous than Spanish girls, you'll see.

Well, Spanish, Polish…

Who cares? Doesn't matter.

Go to sleep. Swan's coming tomorrow and then we can go.

You better watch out or I'll fuck you up, bitch.

Kuba?

Hug me… Hug me, pumpkin.

Daddy, he's scary.

Don't worry.

Kubuś and I are just playing.

A bitch will always be just a bitch, right? Huh?

-Check upstairs. -All clear.

Upstairs clear.

Ola?

Ola!

Stay back.

I'm her fucking mother, you idiot! Let me go!

-Suspects aren't here. -Keep looking.

-Mama! -Let me go!

Kuba came in and fought with Daddy. He was hurt.

Ola… Ola, this is important, sweetie, please, was it this Kuba?

What happened?

This is car 54. We've located Jakub Wójcik.

Consider him armed and dangerous. Stop him immediately.

Police, drop it! Leave it!

Has he said anything?

He refuses to make a statement or answer any questions.

Wonderful.

-Our hands are tied. -Mm-hm.

Can't force a suspect to give a statement.

What did you say? A fucking suspect?

The girl gave us a statement that

confirms trespassing and possible assault.

It doesn't matter that it was against a wanted criminal.

And, at minimum, harming a person, perhaps two, with a bladed weapon,

plus those charges of drug trafficking as well.

Prosecutor's very gung-ho on pre-trial detention.

Kuba's not even 18 yet. He's a fucking boy, come on.

Don't worry about that. The judge will take it into consideration.

Kuba's not a bad person.

The judge could see it differently though, honestly.

Your boy's involved in a dangerous gang. He probably trafficked drugs.

He's implicated in the deaths of two different people.

And now there's this.

Judges don't like such… tough criminals.

What tough fucking criminal? You know full well that it's not his fault!

They killed my husband and brainwashed my kid!

You should be hunting down those fuckers!

We are. We'll find 'em too.

Trust me, we'll find them. We'll make 'em pay.

Yeah?

Okay, I'll tell her.

Seems your son has changed his mind about seeing you.

Kuba.

You got five minutes. Then we're taking him to jail.

Łukasz…

Thank you.

My son…

What happened there?

Nothing at all.

Because in the end, I couldn't do it.

The police said that you've been keeping your mouth shut.

Listen to me, Kuba. You do not have to prove anything.

The prosecutor could let you out on parole.

-No. -Fucking hell.

You don't want to do it for yourself, for me,

then do it for Blanka, I'm begging you.

Dad didn't snitch for anything.

And his whole life he paid for that choice.

He taught me it's important to have a code.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Kuba!

What don't you understand? That code got your father killed.

I'm sure he didn't want you to end up in jail.

Please don't make the mistakes your father did, Kuba.

Prosecutor lobbied to place you in a chill group

with the guys that don't pay alimony.

But for starting fights, we are going to put you in group four,

and those men aren't known for being polite.

Hey.

The word is, you, uh,

almost killed that bitch, Piru, with the Wolves.

Hey. Come on, kid.

Yeah, I carved that fucking KOS logo

That there is awesome dude, really.

I saw the photo, man.

-Kos FC, for life. -Kos FC!

Respect. What are you waiting on?

He means what're you in for, man?

Assault with a weapon. Selling drugs. They're even getting me on racketeering.

Ten.

Fifty-nine. Two-fifty-eight. Looking at a four-year min.

-Not so bad. -Yeah.

All right. Don't you worry, Stumpy. We'll take good fucking care of you, huh?

DETENTION FACILITY

Iwański.

-And Wójcik. -Here.

Inmate Wójcik refuses a visit.

Goodbye.

Your dad was a legend. Even if he was Gladius. Tomcat.

And those fuckers killed him?

Three guys, and the fattest fuck is over there.

Ah. We know Beka.

Isn't he involved somehow with your case?

How did he end up in our group?

I ain't complaining.

Hi, Kubuś.

Open wide.

What the fuck?

Did you not hear him, fucker? Open your mouth!

Come on!

Open wide, dude. Kuba wants to see if you're his size.

Wider.

Stumpy, fucking badass.

For a second I thought you might hit him in front of the guards. Fuck.

All right, showers tomorrow.

You positive?

Definitely.

You're good, we cleared it with everyone.

Cool.

You know I won't testify, I told you.

Yes, I'm aware.

I don't give a shit though.

Maybe you've heard? We were after Beka.

You're lucky he survived.

Seemed worse than it turned out to be.

Although, it scared him good.

As we hoped it world.

Come on, you believe he was put in your group by some mistake?

The piece of shit wouldn't cooperate, so we sent him to you.

You've been talking so much about having a code.

I gotta admit, we didn't believe you were so fucked in the head

that you'd try to kill him.

But he lived, so, no worries.

Real chatterbox now.

Even sold out his grandma. Kept the drugs at her place.

So now nobody needs you anymore, bud.

Better focus on whether they charge you with attempted murder or just assault.

But that's not my problem.

Sign here that you refuse.

And you're free.

Well, sorry.

Turn of phrase.

Your cell awaits.

Mom sends her best.

She'll visit you Monday.

I live at your place with your mom, I help out a bit.

God, you know, I've really missed you.

You'd better.

How much longer do I have to wait for you?

Is it true what the police say?

With Beka?

Fucking hell.

Kuba, I'm, uh…

I just haven't found a way to bring it up earlier, but I, uh…

I came to say goodbye to you.

What?

Well, I just… I wanted to make sure I did this in person.

I'm sorry to say I won't be out for a while, so goodbye, Blanka.

Kuba, you should know I'm pregnant.

No, Kuba…

Perfecto.

Señor Ricardo, hola.

-Hola. -Hell, yeah.

I'll say it's a pleasure, making deals with you, Señor Tomasz.

Well, I hope for both our sakes that it's only the beginning, friend.

Soccer fans?

Soccer is life.

We're incurable fans.

Barcelona, mm? Lewandowski.

Fan to fan, salud, huh?

In Polish, "Na zdrowie."

Na zdrowie.

Na zdrowie.

Hm.

♪ Seems like the other day ♪

♪ My baby went away ♪

♪ He went away ♪

♪ 'Cross the sea ♪

♪ It's been two years or so ♪

♪ Since I saw my baby go ♪

♪ And then this letter came for me ♪

♪ It said that we were through ♪

♪ He found somebody new ♪

♪ Oh, let me think, let me think ♪

♪ What can I do? ♪

♪ Oh no, oh no ♪

♪ Oh no-no-no-no-no ♪

♪ Oh no ♪

♪ Oh no ♪

♪ Oh no-no-no-no-no ♪

-♪ Remember ♪ -♪ Walkin' in the sand ♪

-♪ Remember ♪ -♪ Walkin' hand in hand ♪

-♪ Remember ♪ -♪ The night was so exciting ♪

-♪ Remember ♪ -♪ Smile was so inviting ♪

♪ Remember ♪