Gundi: Legend of Love (Гунди - Легенда за любовта)

- Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi,

Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi,

Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi,

Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi,

Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi,

Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi,

Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi,

Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi, Gundi.

Gundi, Gundi?

Gundi!

Bravo, Gundi.

- Gundi, for tonight's entertainment,

will you set me up with one of your girlfriends?

Blonde or brunette?

- The smart one. - No, the smart ones

are theoretical, Bobby.

All right. All right.

- In my school, we just good looking.

Gundi, pass.

No, stop. Stop, no!

Coco?

It was a volley.

Dive in then.

Eh? You crazy, it's filthy.

It's a ball. Big deal.

- It's Italian. - They buy Bobby new one.

Don't worry.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course they will.

My father this time will kill me.

- Gundi, where you going? You can't swim.

Seems shallow.

- Don't, you'll catch some disease.

No, Gundi, the water's cold.

What do you want now, huh?

Bobby will get beaten and we'll have nothing to kick.

- I'll make up an excuse. Lie to my father.

You won't lie.

- Georgi, please. - Enough.

No, no. Gundi, wait.

- Gundi? - Georgi?

You can't swim. Wait.

Wait, come back!

- Enough bullshit. - Come back!

We'll get another ball.

- Enough. - My father doesn't

need to know.

- We get new ball. - We'll raise money.

We'll get a new ball, Georgi.

We come get the ball from Italy.

We'll get it from here.

Georgi, come back! Do you hear me?

Georgi, I'm counting to three. Gundi!

One, two...

Help.

Gundi, get out. No, wait.

I can swim.

- The current will drag you down.

No. Stay here.

Stay here. Help!

- There he is. - That's right.

Stop yelling.

Arms, legs, go, go.

Gundi?

Well done!

Well done. Come back now!

Get the ball. Come back!

Gerzho, pass it over here.

That's it. Let me see.

Let me see, to you.

Gundi!

Well now, good job.

Go on, Kovania.

Go, go!

Hi, Lidka.

Hey, wow, brother.

Gosho, what have you done now?

What happened?

Nothing, please.

- I scratched my leg while getting the ball from the pond.

- You'll kill yourself for a ball.

- You have such an important game on Sunday.

- Paruh, bring rakija, so we can clean the wall.

I'm going

- Bro, water is toxic in the mash.

It's a dump for dead animals.

Italian ball, Lidka.

Go get washed.

Come on, Paruh.

Are you brewing rakija now?

I'm coming.

We'll clean the wound with this,

so you can play on Sunday, right?

- Yeah. I'm thinking of going up front.

Not like that.

You'll do what the coach says.

- Dad, my dream is to play for Levski.

For that I have to score.

They have to notice me

- Paruh, his leg is bleeding, and you talk football.

No training until he gets better.

Who knows With that dirty water.

- Right, take a swig for disinfection just in case.

You train, right? Right.

- I'm sorry. It's my first day back after break and...

- Well, you should not have come here.

You're born for ballet, not volleyball.

Uh, rakija.

The wound.

Huh, ball, please.

Ball, please.

A magician.

You're welcome.

And you belong in a circus,

not on a football pitch.

You know her?

We share a desk.

Why haven't I seen her?

She was away for a while.

Very high bar.

No problem. I can jump.

- Oh, her father, chief architect of the republic.

- And? Mine is best locksmith in town.

Okay.

Zoro?

Yeah, boss.

So stingy.

Not me, boss.

Party saving money.

Don't speak ill of the party.

The cup final is Sunday.

Let's show off!

Paruh, what brings you here?

- Gosho's hurt his leg this morning.

- How will he play Sunday? - He'll be fine.

Just, coach, please, let him play up front.

- I can't, Paruh, I need a tall center half

with a jump like his to clear ball.

Yes, I know, I know,

but with a jump like his, he should be scoring goals.

- If we win on Sunday, we'll talk again.

- Boss, Koko and Bobby are coming.

Still hiding from the boys?

I have to.

We should set an example here.

Right. Right, well...

We talk again Sunday.

- Boss, I'm just kidding.

- I'll put your head in the chalk bin.

Tonight, girl.

Lita, lost your touch?

Rubbish. I sucked.

But you met Gundi.

- I really don't understand what you see in this Gundi.

Don't give me that.

I just really don't get it.

Quiet. Here goes.

- Here goes what? - Shh.

Lemon wedge?

I really like Gundi's body

and how charming he is.

- Yes, Lita, will you come to the party tonight?

I can't. It's my first day.

Coach said it's mandatory.

It's the 45th anniversary of the club.

I don't know.

And, Victor, the boy I'm seeing,

probably won't be allowed in if it's for athletes only.

- So you'll go without him. What's the big deal?

No date for the party.

- That's not right. Pretty girl alone at the dance?

I have a boyfriend.

Come with me tonight.

No.

Okay!

Gundi!

Gundi!

- Dear, miss, will you be as kind

as you're smart and beautiful

and let me be your humble escort

to the upcoming youth festivities in honor

of our beloved club?

- Yes. - Yes.

- Say yes! - Yes, yes!

- Say yes! - Say yes!

- Yes! - Yes!

- Yes! - Yes!

- Yes! - Yes!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

- Yes, only if you come with these smelly wool socks,

torn sneakers and a worn out t-shirt

that shows what you ate last week.

Oh, yes, don't forget the liquid courage.

That's what I thought.

See you tonight, girls.

It's okay, Gundi. Next time.

The volleyball player,

she is out of your league, eh?

Way out.

You don't give up.

Did you see her boyfriend?