Bad Boy

"IT IS MUCH SAFER TO BE FEARED THAN LOVED."

NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI, THE PRINCE

Gentlemen, be quiet. Quiet!

Gentlemen!

There's a traffic hazard!

- Want me to fuck you up? - The police are waiting at the station.

- Fuck you pigs! - I'm just warning you.

Knock it off!

- And? - It's hell.

- They'll fuck the train up. - We're close to the station.

Hey! Fuckers!

Unia!

Unia!

Unia!

Fuck off!

Come on!

- We've got him! - Fuck!

- Go! - Unia!

Start the engine!

Fuck off!

Unia! Unia! Unia!

Only under this emblem, only under this coat

will Unia be Unia and a Pole will be a Pole.

What do you say?

- Power. Pride. Unia... - Fucking louder!

Power! Pride! Unia! Us!

- Why the fuck are you crying? - A fine for six grand? Jesus.

Fuck it.

Fuck it? That's all you have to say? Fuck it?

- Give that to me. - Leave it!

- Lick it up! - Let Mom go!

- Get down. - Leave him alone.

Are you deaf, bitch?

Lick it up. Are you deaf?

- No! - Are you deaf?

Are you deaf?

Are you deaf?

Hi, where is he?

She has to go to the hospital first. It could be a concussion.

You don't know where your son is?

And you?

I think you know. And when we press you a little, you will tell us everything.

I don't snitch to pigs.

You don't snitch to pigs? Well, like father, like son.

Chill out, okay?

Is there a shop nearby?

- Can you show me? - Yes.

- Adam, what the fuck are you doing? - What do you mean?

I want some cola.

- Do you smoke? - No.

I did when I was your age.

Maybe I will have a smoke.

I remember when...

I was 16...

this guy, Krzysiek, hit on my mom.

A real creep.

He had a car.

I borrowed it and fucked it up.

I knew that I'd screwed the pooch.

I didn't know where to hide. We had a storage room in the attic.

I spent two days in there.

You got out?

I did. Everyone does in the end.

How old is your brother?

Twelve?

Twelve.

Just like my son.

What if Pawel comes forward himself?

It would do him no harm.

We also have a hiding place.

Yes.

In order to ensure positive changes in the minor's behavior,

the court rules that the supervision of a probation officer

paired with counseling will be sufficient for this case.

Your son suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder. PTSD.

- Is it treatable? - I'll prescribe some pills.

- What is it? - Father's stuff.

Father's stuff?

- Leave it, Pawel! - Where's the scarf?

What scarf? Leave it.

- You've got it. - Power! Pride! Unia! Us!

Throw it away! Do you hear me? Do it!

I fucking killed him, right?

15 YEARS LATER

Okay.

It's confirmed. Twenty versus 20. No weapons.

Psych them up.

I can see Unia in front of me!

I can see you!

Brothers!

Soldiers!

You're like a fucking army!

Who are you?

Unia!

- Fucking louder! - Unia!

- Is anyone here scared? - No!

We fight without weapons.

They'll want to crush us.

You may end up bleeding like swine.

If you want to scram, do it now. Will you?

No!

That's what I thought!

We're not here to fight them, but to fucking finish them!

No mercy for the motherfuckers!

It's us or them!

We do what we agreed.

We go in like raging bulls and kill them all! Right?

Right!

We strike the fuckers, and they're done.

It doesn't matter who you are or who you were.

Now, you're one of us!

It's not you! Not me! It's fucking us!

Unia!

We are strong together!

So we cover each other, and we stick by each other!

- We strike to kill! Are we clear? - Clear!

No shirts.

Take off your shirts.

Power! Pride! Unia! Us!

Power! Pride! Unia! Us!

Come on! Move it!

Good morning!

Yes, nice.

Get the motherfucker. Punch him. Thrash the bitch. Good.

- You swine! - Stop yapping, bitch.

Move it.

Oh, fuck.

Catch.

Why are you so beat up? You'll need stitches.

- Will there be a scar? - You'll be fine. Hold that.

I want a fucking scar.

Ice cream, guys!

We were never here, okay?

Power! Pride! Unia! Us!

Power! Pride! Unia! Us!

What is it, you fucker?

My mom?

Fuck!

- Someone called Pawel. - My brother. Reject it.

- I didn't know you had a brother. - Focus. They're going to refuel.

We should refuel here too.

The chief won't allow it.

- But the fuel light is on. - It costs more here.

We'll have to refuel off the highway.

- What are you doing? - It's hot.

Air conditioning increases fuel use.

They just sped up to 130 kmph. Do I tell them to slow down?

Turn off the radio. That also uses fuel.

Congestion?

Much fucking worse.

Sobriety testing.

The force provides us with tiny cars. Crazy driving sends fuel consumption

- through the roof. - You're right.

Let's finish this uneven fight.

We got a nice package.

And?

Not too pure. Two hundred or 300 per gram.

- Would you, please? - What's the breathalyzer for?

The collision. You have to blow.

I got drugs. The white stuff. Want some?

- We're on duty. Let us go. - Blow.

0.5% blood alcohol? Recalibrate the motherfucker.

What's up?

When?

It's time.

We're waiting.

What for? The whole family is here.

This is my family.

Pray for us, O holy mother of God O, holy mother of the people

Salve Regina

As long as our hearts beat We'll go with Unia to the edge

Unia is our club Unia our WKS

The white eagle will win The Polish people will win

Unia will always reign The best team ever

Unia is power Unia is the best

- Get the fuck in here. - Hey.

Wait. It's the dealer.

- Hey. - Show me what you have.

- Ice, weed, mephedrone. Ecstasy. - How much of that?

- A lot. - Good.

Twardy, what the fuck is this?

This?

My contractor. He was supposed to fix my floor.

I needed company, so I handcuffed the motherfucker to the radiator.

For three days, I've been testing drugs on him.

Last night he froze like a fucking cunt with that brush in his hand.

- Want some? They're awesome ribs. - Thanks, I'm not hungry.

Build some muscle. Gromada got into our territory on Rakowska St.

What about our guy there?

He got his ass kicked. Went to hospital for seven days.

- Fucking hell. - I didn't bother you, 'cause of your mom.

Do we answer back to them?

One step higher. Serious injuries, okay?

- As you like it. - Hire some young guns. We'll teach them.

Do you know why he's called Buttplug? He smuggled a flare in his ass.

- Spermcell has spoken. - Spermcell has a ring to it!

- Fast, agile, right on target. - One in a million hits the target.

- I'll hit you! - I'll do it first.

Quiet now!

And you, Karp?