Beartown (Björnstad)

Amat! Amat!

William has been skipping school, especially math.

-Who cares? He's playing hockey! -Exactly.

He doesn't have time to do all the math problems they want him to.

-I slept well last night. -Me too.

I know.

Come on, Kevin.

Come on, class is starting!

-You coming to the semi? -Which means...

-Okay, the semifinal? -Good girl.

No, there's nothing that interests me less.

Wait, is that too many negatives for you?

In hockey language, that would be: "Uh... don't think so."

-I know what a negative is. -Good boy.

Kevin.

-You coming? -I'm coming.

See you at the game.

-Are you coming to lunch? -No. I have to be done by two.

-I can't wait until two to eat. -I have to leave at two.

I have to buy Leo new hockey gear.

-You have to eat! -Just go on without me.

-Mira, have you got a moment? -Yes.

Wow.

-You seem surprised. -A bit.

-It's... -I mean I'm happy.

It's important to take the chance when it comes along.

-When do you want my answer? -Preferably yesterday.

But... I mean... okay.

Peter has an important game tomorrow,

which will determine how much work he's going to have.

Well, talk to the family, then give me a call.

Preferably tonight.

-That soon? -Yes.

Okay. Let's do that.

Is it that bad?

Yep, we've got until the final.

If we don't win, they'll build the hockey high school in Hed.

He was very clear.

-Peter damn well better make it happen! -Yup.

-Hey, Peter. -Hey.

I met Johansson from the municipality on Wednesday... informally.

He said he'd do everything he could to get the hockey school built here.

But we don't have any signatures.

That's just a formality.

But he said that if we win the final, they'll allocate funds for a new arena.

So we might even be able to afford an espresso machine for you.

Yeah. Well, that sounds good.

Was there something else?

Did you see Hed's quarter final?

We match their toughness, but not their speed.

-Nowhere near. -So we just wanted to...

We just wanted to hear your thoughts.

Right. Well, my thoughts are that we're going to win.

-Win? -Yeah, win the semi, then we'll see.

Are you sure?

You know what's at stake. It's the club's future.

-We won't win without more speed. -There are other ways to win.

A lot is hanging on this game.

-I know what you consider important. -Good.

I understand. But you'll just have to trust me. What does Sune say?

Why isn't the sports manager here?

-We think he deserves to retire. -What?

He'll finish the season, but he's looking tired.

This is his last season. He's too old.

-What does he say? -He knows times have changed.

We're building a new Beartown, like you said.

What?

Okay, I get it. So you're pinning this on me. You bastards!

-Peter... -You bastards.

Have some fucking cookies, on the team.

Told you it'd go well...

-I've been thinking... -I was talking to the board. What?

I said, your temper has always been your greatest strength.

But it's also a challenge.

BOYS' TEAM SMALL BUT FAST

Hi.

-Send some over here. -Sure.

Kevin?

Nicki needs help with something. We have to leave soon.

So...

Here you are taking shots in my yard.

Hitting the mark?

No.

Look, it's... great about the team. That it's doing so well.

Yeah, well...

The boys have played together a long time and speed is a problem.

But you're a good coach.

Thanks.

But Peter...

That's all you are, but I'm sure you know that.

So, if I see you in my yard again, I'll call the police.

Fine.

SUPPORT BEARTOWN HOCKEY 50 KR/BOX

That's it for today, boys. Zach and Amat, collect the pucks.

-Amat? You're Amat, right? -Yeah.

You're good on your skates. Fast.

You just need to improve your shooting.

Can you work on that?

Good. You're training with the juniors in fifteen.

Okay?

That's in 15 minutes. Come on! Get in there.

I'll bring you a jersey.

-That's crazy! -Hell yeah!

-You think that's real? -It must be.

-NHL would never allow it. -He didn't post it. She did.

-You think so? -You see how many clicks it's got.

It's got like 6-7 million views.

You know how you can tell if this dork's had pussy?

Pepper spray in his eyes and scratches on his face.

-And his mother's knocked up again. -Come here you!

You're so going down!

Check out the baby! What the hell?

-What the hell are you doing here? -Get out, you can't sit here.

Seriously.

-Yeah. Get out. -Hey girls...

This will have to do. It's a bit worn, but it was the only small I found.

Lineup in five minutes. Get in gear.

Look, sorry the guys act this way. Really.

But this place really looks like shit.

-It's like a pigsty in here. -You going to call your mommy?

This place smells like shit.

Are your widdle feelings hurt?

We're doing man to man on that goal.

It's full-on battle, 100%.

Amat and Bobo go first.

Bobo's got 90 pounds on him.

Hed's defensemen are even heavier. Come on now!

Grays over there.

Show them, Amat.

Ready?

Come on, get up!

Again!

Ready?

-Harder! -Good, Bobo.

Once more.

-Peter... he's going to get hurt. -No.

Again!

-How's that feel, Achmed? -Again!

-Peter, that's enough. -Again!

That's enough! He's going to kill him.

Come on, Amat.

-This is on you. -Come on! One more time!

-Fucking rookie. -Come on now.

You're twice as fast as him, right?

-Speed. Use your speed. -Okay...

You can do it. Ready?

Good job, Bobo!

Come on, get up. Get up.

Just lie there.

-Isn't that enough now? -Peter knows his stuff.

He'll be dead soon if this keeps up.

Come on, Amat! Come on!

Yes!

Good, Amat! Good!

That's it, Amat. Great! Like I said, use your speed.

You're in the semi tomorrow.

Okay, next two up!

My brother bought beer for our win!

-He thinks we will? -Hell yeah!

Let's go!

Hi.

What the hell?

-Hey, get a broom. -I'm not working today.

You can't just leave it here. Someone could step on it.

Right?

It's almost game time!

Beartown Hockey versus Hed Hockey.

Give 'em hell, Peter!

Peter...

I thought I heard you say that someone from the kids' team is playing.

Well? Is it true, Peter?

Peter!

I have to tell you something.

It's like this. If we lose this game...

-...they're going to close the arena. -Are you kidding?

I wanted you to know, so you understand what's at stake.

Hed knows it. That's what they're playing for.

To take away everything that is you, the team.

Your bond.

All of your dreams. Okay? That's why they're here.

So either we're the ones who leave here with concussions and broken bones...

...or else it's Hed.

All right, boys, let's go! Give 'em hell!

Let's get 'em!

-It is now! -The Bear awakes!

-One! Two! Three! -Beartown!

Come on, boys!

-Get a move on, bastard! -Fuck you!

Leo! Language!

-I mean it. -Fuck Hed!

Let's go, boys!

We love Beartown...

Good!

What the hell!

-Good, boys! -Deliberate injury!

-Come on, you ass! -Fucking bastards!

Leo, I'm warning you!

-That's 1-0 for Hed. -He's wide open!

Scorer number 22, Conny Skoogh.

Great, boys!