BOXER
Inspired by people
who fled communist Poland to chase their dreams.
This story could've been real.
BYTOM, POLAND
Damn.
I wish I could describe
what I felt when I returned here after many years.
Old gloves soaked in sweat.
The ring I had covered in blood so many times.
It was long ago.
Long before…
I fucked it all up.
For this story to make sense,
first I'll tell you about my father.
Where should I start?
With his heavy hand?
His nitpicking?
No.
I'll start with when I last saw him…
happy.
- Get up! - All good. Look!
- What a blow. I'm good. - One! Two!
- Dad's pretending! - Three! Four!
You good?
Dad's pretending. Look.
Box!
Good!
He hits hard!
Tire him out!
Now! Go!
Hit him!
Yes! Do it!
Dad hit him!
- Six! Seven! - Edwin!
Ten!
Yes!
- I love you… - The Olympics!
Left, right! Like I showed you!
Edek. I'll hang it here.
Under the diploma? Cool.
Left, right.
Go. One, two!
Are you tired? Harder!
Knockout! Look!
You'll be the champion of Poland.
You'll be the champ of Poland.
We'll beat them all!
I'm not--
Well!
On my way, I thought I'd find one boxer.
I've found two.
And what boxers!
You'll be the champion of Poland one day?
I'll be the world champion.
World--
In that case,
I'd like your autograph.
When you're a star, I'll only see you on TV.
- Would you be so kind? - Yes.
Thank you. Beautiful.
I'll frame it.
For you.
Thank you.
World champions give many autographs.
How may I help you?
We came to congratulate you.
In private.
If we may.
Make yourselves at home.
- Czechu. - Yeah.
He'll do what you say in the ring.
It's a complete symbiosis.
Like in Poland.
Good luck at the Olympics.
- Warsaw assholes! - Czesiek!
The Olympics come first. It's your dream!
Work isn't important.
Family comes first.
Fuck you, princess.
Gimme that.
Father never set his foot in Czesiek's club again.
Again…
Come on.
He fought the Russkies at the Olympics.
Show him!
And lost.
Again!
His career too.
He became his own shadow.
- Boxing. - Fight me!
- Czesiek. - Go on!
His club.
Watch out! Jędrzej Czernecki! Knockout!
Gone with the wind.
- Sorry, Dad. - Sit.
Sit your ass. You have to study.
You have to fucking study.
I know this.
Yeah? Then take the next chapter…
He became a miner.
…and the next one!
And buried me under books.
Studying.
It was all he cared about.
And I didn't.
What are the three stages of cellular respiration?
Czernecki?
The stages of cellular respiration.
Glycolysis, the citric acid cycle, and oxidative phosphorylation.
Correct.
The latter means chemiosmosis and the electron transport chain.
Enough.
The released energy creates a proton gradient--
Sit down!
- Uncle? - Jędrula.
Hop in.
Happy birthday. Cheers.
What happened?
Too much studying.
Christ.
Show me.
Gabi is a nurse.
Got a girlfriend?
I have no time for that.
Good.
Women are expensive. You have to feed and water them.
And let them off the leash for sex.
- Czesiek! - Right.
You can keep them on the leash.
Czesiek!
For a Geburtstag, you need a Geschenk.
Thank you.
Don't get chocolate on the paper.
Beast.
Your dad can't find it. Understood?
Yes, sir.
I loved spending time with Uncle.
Sadly,
not everyone was okay with it.
Who gave it to you?
A friend at school.
A friend? Where did you get it?
Edek! What are you doing to our son?
I told you your fucking brother has to keep--
away from us, didn't I?
- Where are you going? - To end this.
Dad!
Stay. We'll talk when I get back.
Dad!
Edek, wait.
Easy. Breathe.
I kept thinking that what was happening to Dad…
Take a breath.
…was my fault.
Again. Let it out. Breathe.
Books didn't teach me
that Dad's lungs turned into a worn out sponge.
I convinced myself he'd get better
if I did everything he wanted.
The student with the highest GPA is
Jędrzej Czernecki.
I had never run home so fast.
I wanted to show him my grades so that he'd be proud of me.
CZERNECKI'S LOST GOLD
CZERNECKI'S DEFEAT
It's okay.
After he died, I didn't want to study.
I didn't think you'd come.
I wanted to forget.
Why?
I wanted life to be fair.
Wasn't the funeral today?
- I'm sorry. - Shut up.
- What? - Don't talk about my father.
- My dad said-- - Shut up!
And I wanted to fuck someone up.
Don't talk about him!
Fuck! He wasn't a good man!
Let's fuck off.
I see you want to punch someone.
You deaf, princess?
Wanna fight?
Then fight.
That's all you got?
Fight!
- Fight! - Fuck!
Fight!
Now! Fight!
Enough!
Trust me.
Fight!
You gonna cry, princess?
Wanna hit someone? Learn how to do it right.
With your whole body!
Hide your chin!
Like a bull!
Dance!
Dance on the grave of every prick who gets in your way.
Fight! Drop your chin!
Enjoy! Live! Fight!
Jędrula…
you're ready.
Stop!
Left blow!
I wasn't ready.
POLISH CHAMPIONSHIP
No! Move that bony ass!
Get up!
Darek!
He fell as if struck by lightning.
Let's be nice. It's his first championship.
So what if he got beaten like a girl--
Seven.
Eight. You'll fight? Okay.
Box!
End this!
What a sequence of strong blows.
He's barely standing after that.
Stop!
The referee stops the round, saving Czernecki.
I doubt Czernecki has inherited
his father's talent, God rest his soul.
It was…
Great round. All's well.
According to plan. You've got him.
Jędrula.
Have you seen that woman's boobs?
- Where? - There.
Does the announcer have a mustache? Or is he bald?
- No-- - What are you gawking at?
At the crowd!
Your opponent does whatever he wants!
Stop.
Czernecki's coach is finishing the opponent's job.
Fuck, stop!
- Fucking stop! - Or what?
- You gonna cry? Princess? - Fuck!
You're here to beat someone.
But he's pounding you like a pussy.
I'm not a pussy!
- Wanna beat someone? - Fuck yes!
- Do it! - Let me go! Fuck!
Czernecki got a boost of strength.
Stop! Corner!
Knockout! Incredible!
Incredible!
Jędrzej Czernecki is the champion of Poland!
Next, the European championship in London!
Well done, Jędruś!
Yes!
Medals are handed out
by the president of the Boxing Association,
Konstanty Zalewski.
Bravo.
Like father, like son.
Congratulations.
To the future Olympic champion.
Our boy fought like a beast.
- He can lose like his dad-- - Quiet!
What? Don't take it personally.
The competition is heavy.
You're drunk again.
And you're a teetotaler?
Czesiu…
I went to the Olympics twice.
I won gold twice. And now?
I'm announcing shit tournaments.
- Fuck. - Now you did it!
And you?
Just like daddy!
Hi.
What are you reading?
A book.
That I've noticed.
Is it good?
FUNDAMENTALS OF ORGANIC CHEMISTRY
Maybe in order to practice,
you'd like an organic drink?
I mean vodka.
That was a joke?
- How was it? - What do you think?
- What would you like? - Peace and quiet.
- And a drink? - No.
One drink, and I'll be gone.
- Don't you know what "no" means? - No.
Nice talk.
Wait.
Wait a moment.
Ask me anything from this book.
If I don't answer,
I'll disappear.
- How generous. - Yup.
I'll pay for dinner.
And a drink.
You clearly need one.
Name the three stages of cellular respiration.
Pay the check and order--
Glycolysis, the citric acid cycle, and oxidative phosphorylation.
Dumb luck.
What happened to you?
I accosted a girl at the bar.
I had a fight.
Polish championship.
- A fight? - I won by knockout.
Congratulations.
Congratulations?
What?
- Nothing. - What?
What is boxing about?
Two brutes punching each other's faces.
- Yes. - First one gets punched, then the other.
Over and over.
It's boring.
Chemistry and boxing are similar.
Why?
Both are boring.
So why do you box?
Why do you study chemistry?
- I asked first. - And I second.
I don't know.
You don't know something, Mr. Boxer-Chemist?
You promised me wine.
I guess so.
Frania, give us wine. The dusty one.
We vowed to take it slow.
I wanted to win the Olympics, Kasia, get her degree.
Obviously, three weeks later, we got married.
We had a dreamy honeymoon.
Warm.
Sunny.
We have the right to strike!
Loads of great people.
A buffet full of food.
Thai massages.
We even started building a house.
Brick by brick.
It was perfect.
Be careful.
Jędrzej!
Come.
- Faster. - Quiet.
Bag it.
- Women to work. - Shush!
What?
- Someone will come. - Quiet.
Who's there?
Quickly, take it!
I'll get you!
There they are!
- Marian! - There!
Stop!
- Get them! - There!
I didn't know those were the best years of my life.
We were broke, but madly in love.
Nothing could tear us apart.
Well,
except for death due to my stupidity.
It'll look great.
Give me the bricks.
- They're heavy. - Careful.
We'll need more mortar.
Once it's done,
we'll sit in it and discuss important stuff.
So?
What?
The bricks.
Cool.
What's up?
- Everything's fine. - Fine?
You can tell me anything.
I'm the champion of Poland,
and I have to steal bricks for my tub.
They're not in the shops.
I know.
We deserve more. You deserve more.
I have a champion husband and our own apartment.
- Can it get better? - Yes.
In what normal country you can't buy Christmas ornaments?
I love our tree.
I can't wait to hang your Olympic medal on it.
Then I'll announce fights until I die.
Jeez. Why so grouchy?
We must leave Poland.
What?
We must leave.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
Very.
- How? - Normally.
I'm studying. You've got the Olympics. My parents--
Did Marie Curie win two Nobels for staying in Poland? No.
She went to France.
- So we'd go to France? - No! Better.
England.
- What? - The European championship is there.
You'd study at Cambridge or Oxford.
University of London.
Yes! You'd have a real lab.
I'd go pro and earn millions!
And not… Yes!
We'd wash our kid in a jacuzzi.
Not some tub made of bricks.
Like proper people.
Where would our kid go to school?
To the best school, obviously.
With beautiful uniforms.
If it's a girl, she has to learn to ride a horse.
Sure. We'd put a stable between the pool
and the hedge maze.
You want our child to get lost?
We'll make a second one. Or a third.
A whole school.
THE BLACK
What are you doing? Focus.
What's up with you today?
I need to run away.
Fuck off. It's only 8 p.m.
No. In London, with Kasia. We'll stay there.
Get out! Ten-minute break. Now!
- Is this a joke? - No.
So many years… I can taste the victory.
You could be an Olympic champion.
Then what?
Announcing fights?
And if I lose?
Mining until I die?
That's it.
No.
- Your old man. - No! It's me.
My life. I want to earn like a pro.
You think your father--
- Don't mention him. - He didn't lose.
Don't mention him!
- You don't know-- - Stop!
- He didn't lose-- - I said, "Stop"!
I'll do it with or without you.
He didn't lose.
Very nice.
Still prefer a jacuzzi?
It'll be a nice gift for someone.
- You have a plan? - Yes.
We arrive, wait until everyone's asleep, slip out,
and search for the legend.
- What? - Brilliant.
What?
Are you sure you want this?
It's a one-way ticket.
You'll never box in Poland again.
They'll take your medals and freedom. Or even kill you.
What about Kasia?
She won't have a degree.
Or a career.
Her friends will avoid her. Out of fear.
We're doing it.
- Jeez, your hand. - It's fine.
How will you get her there, Einstein? In a bag?
Don't you have friends who could help?
Crystal or fur smugglers?
Kasia is not a fur.
Jesus, I hate blood.
I know!
What?
I have an idea.
Do you have papers?
Okay.
I've arranged for Gabi to go
to replace the doctor's assistant.
- Congratulations. - Shut the hell up.
Gabi won't go.
Kasia will pretend to be Gabi.
- But they look different. - You don't say?
We've changed the photo.
But…
This says you're the new nurse.
Remember your birthdate.
What for? I don't know anything about being a nurse.
Neither do guys from the Security Service.
Show them the passport and the letter.
- And if they want more? - Kasia!
I know nothing about medicines or first aid.
What if someone starts bleeding--
Get a grip.
You knew this wouldn't be easy.
He does this to me daily.
If you can't do it, you must decide now.
She can. Can you?
Yes?
Help yourself.
Gabi, pack it up.
No! That's a lot of money.
No. Enough for a start.
- No… - Don't mention it.
This is the address of a Pole who will help you.
A friend of a friend of a guy I once trained.
Kasia, you go first.
Now?
- Yes, now. - I need to pee.
Holy smokes!
Fine, we'll go first.
My…
Right… I already miss you. Left…
- Czesiek… - My girls.
MILITIA
Nobody can know that you know each other.
Trela, Czesław. The champion's coach.
It checks out.
- Jędrzej Czernecki. - I know.
Passport. For safekeeping.
We don't want it to get lost.
Thanks.
Hi!
My teammates.
Champions in every weight class.
Most of these idiots couldn't spell their surname.
I'm in love.
Best in the nation.
Ass like a speed bag.
But to the communists, we were like a sexy piece of ass.
There's a problem.
Your name is not on the list, citizen.
I'm a nurse.
I'm replacing a different nurse.
I'm a nurse too, but the other one's sick.
That's what I heard. I got this letter.
They told me to come at 7 a.m.
Screw the fights.
- I'll fuck the nurse. - What?
What?
What? I mean, I'll fuck her first.
Look at him, so eager!
My bad.
May I?
Exhale, citizen.
- Sorry? - Exhale.
You've been drinking.
- No-- - It's not even 7 a.m.
- It's a syrup. - Syrup?
You don't look like a person
who likes to drink in the morning.
So I'll ask only once.
What would you like to tell me?
I don't know if I should.
It might come out anyway.
It will.
You've got dark rings under the eyes.
Rings?
Looks like serious liver issues.
An advanced stage.
You should see a doctor as fast as possible.
I mean it.
Thank you.
Here she comes.
Gentlemen, be civil.
Greetings.
Hello.
I'm Krzysiu.
- Hi. - Hide your antenna.
Please, sit here.
- Hello. - Hello.
You're the substitute?
Let's go.
Goodbye, empty stores,
stolen bricks, and bare Christmas tree.
I was going to a country where I'd be respected.
Behind the border,
I felt Czesiek's club becoming a distant memory.
I didn't cry over it.
The most important thing was still ahead of me.
We're here, dude!
Wake up! It's London!
…he hands me a trocar.
I look up and say,
"Why would I need it? The patient's alive."
How much longer? I need to pee.
Again?
How far along?
Excuse me?
How far along are you?
Good question.
I only needed a minute
to see why the agents were watching us so closely…
Ferrari!
…why they took our passports and locked us in the hotel.
Go inside.
'Cause the West was a different world. Full of possibilities.
- Incredible! - Yeah?
Look.
- Tiny free shampoo. - Cool.
It'll sell like crazy at home!
- Yeah. - Damn.
Have you seen the towels? Holy moly.
- Jędruś! - What?
How many can I take?
How many will fit in the bag?
Okay.
Too bad the tub won't fit.
Bricks are cool, but this is beautiful.
I think it's marble!
Jędruś, look!
Can I wear this to the ring?
Is your name on it?
- No. - So you're a nobody.
What's up?
- With me? - Yeah.
I'm off to fuck the nurse.
And the bag?
A parachute.
Cool.
- I'll take a bath. - Yeah.
Fuck.
- What are you doing? - Quiet.
Are you crazy?
Okay.
They're in the corridor. We must go out the window.
- You're joking. - It's the only way.
- I won't do it. - I'll carry you.
- Listen. - You're very light.
- You don't get it. I can't. - Wait.
- You're light. - Listen!
- It's the third floor. - I'm pregnant!
What?
- Gosh. That's great. - Wait…
- I can't do this. - You can.
Czesiek was right. They'll catch us.
Will I raise a kid in prison? They'll separate us!
Stop.
Listen.
Remember how we met?
You asked why I boxed.
It's my only happy childhood memory.
Look!
See?
See the possibilities?
I want them. I want our son to grow up there.
To not live like I did.
But I won't go down the wall.
Okay. We'll leave normally.
So.
Fights are tomorrow.
I get 15 minutes alone before them.
Fifteen minutes. That's our moment.
When you hear our name…
EUROPEAN CHAMPIONSHIP
…quickly run to the exit.
Hello!
Faster. Left hand higher.
Left.
Left, right.
Long left.
What's up?
I couldn't sleep. A lot of noise in the corridor.
Will you win or give up?
I'll win. When they announce me.
Good.
One…
and another.
Hello, doctor.
How may I help you?
Just know that if anything happens,
Władek will help you.
Nurse Gabriela's help will suffice.
I insist.
We need to support the health service. Right, Mr. Kruszelnicki?
Doctor Kruszelnicki.
Thank you.
The future Olympic champion needs quiet. Let's go.
I see you're busy.
Yes, the doctor's preparing the room.
Okay.
I need a minute.
Since our last talk,
something's been bothering me.
My father worked his whole life for the Party.
Led a clean life.
No smoking.
No alcohol.
A saint.
On his 60th birthday,
he went to his room,
fell sleep, and…
died.
- Why are you telling me this? - Explain it.
I must know. Do you think it's…
hereditary?
Wait.
We must test your urine.
Urine?
Now?
Haste might save your life.
Okay.
- Move it. - Okay.
Nurse! Where are you going?
We'll be suturing.
Get the suture kit!
Move!
Where is he? Did he run away?
Impossible!
It can't be!
Like father, like son! You can't trust anyone.
Catch him--
Catch him!
And… snip.
And…
snip.
Until next time.
I'm going to the bathroom.
Of course.
Where's nurse Gabi?
She was here. Maybe in the bathroom?
- May I help? - I need to leave this.
For safekeeping.
- What is it? - Urine.
Urine?
My urine.
In my cup.
Are you crazy?
I'm very sorry.
- Since you're here, I'm Bartosz. - I'm in a hurry.
Nice to meet you…
Where's the nurse?
Is this a joke? You think it's funny?
Where is she?
- I don't know. - What?
Fuck!
- He peed in this. - There!
Hey!
Miss…
Hey!
You!
Fuck!
Jędrzej, come!
- Are we close? - Don't worry.
- Give me that. - No.
Give it to me!
What happened?
I tried to pick up a girl at the bar.
What really happened?
We'll have a house like this!
Like this?
A bit small.
We'll build an extension.
You and I, and Tadeusz.
Let's go.
Tadeusz?
Nice.
Isn't it there?
- What's the number? - It's 31.
Okay, 31. It's here.
What if he moved?
Maybe he's not home.
- What now? - I don't know.
I'm Czesiek's nephew.
Czesiek?
He said you're a friend of a friend.
We came from Poland.
Our uncle Czesiek owns a boxing club.
He said we could stay with you.
Czesiek? The boxer?
- Yes. - Bytom!
Yes!
Come in!
Such a long way! From Bytom to London!
How did you do it?
Kasia was running. Czesiek knocked them down.
We run through the gate. Now we're here.
- You've made it. - Yes.
But they stole our passports.
What if the police ask us for IDs?
You're not in Poland.
Here, when something's bothering us,
we drink tea.
Okay.
- Thank you, Karol. - Call me Charles.
- But-- - I'm an Englishman now.
When I came to London, I changed my name.
Charles. Just Charles.
Then I'm Kate, and you're Jandrew.
Yes!
No, but--
- But-- Yes. - Sure.
We'd like to repay you.
No need. You have no money.
- We have something for you. - But--
I don't even box.
- No! Look! - No!
Money's sewn inside. We smuggled it.
We want to share it.
You need it more.
I'm glad I can finally speak Polish with someone.
Thanks.
I'll get an ointment for your hand.
No need.
We're here. Good luck.
- But you don't need it. - Thanks.
Thanks for the ride.
Neil McKavanagh's club.
I finally found my place on Earth.
Way better than Czesiek's rathole!
Yes.
Go on.
- He says it's a private session. - Five minutes!
Wait.
Hey!
Neil!
Neil McKavanagh?
I'm Jędrzej Czernecki.
The champion of Poland.
I want to be a professional. Represent me.
He has his champions. You can box here,
but for a fee.
You translated wrong. Wait!
Neil!
I'm a champion. I can train anywhere, but I want to train with you.
You're lucky.
I know.
He says they're professionals…
I think they don't want you. Let's go.
Hey! Tell him he'll regret it.
- No! - Fucking tell him!
I beat losers like this Romanian in the first round ten years ago.
Tell him I'll fuck them up.
Yes! Kill!
Communists didn't scare me. A Romanian won't either.
I'll take all of your fucking belts.
I'll fucking destroy everyone here. Tell him--
What?
He wants to fight you.
He does?
No. What about your hand?
Fuck it. Go.
- No- - Go!
- Please. - Go.
- Your hand. - Fuck it. Go!
Go. Don't humiliate me.
Go.
Come on.
Let's fucking go.
Let's fucking go!
Fucking come here.
- Jędrzej. - Go away.
- Go. - Stay down.
Jędrzej.
- Stay down. - No.
Fucking go!
Why the fuck did you come?
I told you to stay outside. Why didn't you?
- Can you tell me? - I was worried.
- You were down. - So what?
That's boxing. Sometimes you're down.
- I would've won. - With that arm?
It doesn't matter! I asked you!
I told you to wait outside. What did you do?
You came inside. Now I can't go back.
'Cause you've embarrassed me.
In front of the best coaches in England!
- What? - He says he's Jackie Boss.
I got that. Ask him what he wants.
- Is he mocking me? - Calm down.
"I fight good." You hear?
What?
He says he's looking for…
- What's he saying? - I don't know.
He slept with a fat woman.
Fuck this. Let's go.
What does he want?
I think he wants you to…
lose a fight for money.
Fuck you, you hear me?
- But-- - Let's go!
Fuck off.
Let's go.
- It doesn't mean-- - Give me a sec.
Fuck. Jędrzej!
- What? - Come here!
- What is it?
Look.
Fuck.
- Fuck me. - What's up?
- What the fuck is up? - What's wrong?
What's fucking wrong? What's this?
- Jesus. - "Jesus" fucking what?
You've been robbed.
He's lying!
- Fuck. - What?
Where's our money?
- Why would I steal in my own home? - Give it back!
Stop! We don't have passports.
The police won't believe us. They'll arrest you!
Listen to your wife. Use your brain, Jędruś.
Maybe we should call the police?
We'll tell them I mercifully took you in,
and you're accusing me of theft. That's how you repay me?
- Fuck! - Jędrzej!
I knew he was bad news.
And the worst part? He's a Pole.
Compatriots should support each other.
We left Poland to escape fuckers like him.
Stop.
Kasia was afraid they'd arrest us.
I was afraid they'd deport us.
But we got a taste of something
that was unobtainable in communist Poland.
Mercy.
Living room, playroom. But I hope you won't have kids here.
Prejudice based on nationality or race
won't be tolerated.
To the left, communal bathrooms and showers.
No guests, no pets. Clean up after yourselves.
Here.
There's a curfew.
Come back by 7 p.m., or you sleep outside.
Thank you.
What do they want? Gypsies.
- Chill. They're saying hi. - What do they want now?
Polska, kurwa.
- Polska? - Poland.
Sayonara.
I don't want to be here.
How long will we stay? Six months? A year?
I want to go home.
Hey…
Kasia.
Calm down.
How can I? How will we raise a child here?
Kasia.
It's all going as planned, but a bit slower.
There are other boxing clubs in London.
McKavanagh will always regret not signing me.
We'll laugh at this in a month.
Listen. You're Kate, and I'm Jandrew.
Come here.
And this…
This is the last night
we're some
poor losers from Poland.
Hey.
It all starts tomorrow.
We'll be good.
EIGHT MONTHS LATER
Kurwa.
You punch like a wagina.
Fuck you. And you say "pizda," not "wagina."
He's a pizda?
A big pizda. Let's go.
My arm was getting better.
I couldn't say the same about everything else.
Czesiek went to jail for treason.
I couldn't go back to Poland.
If that wasn't enough,
the TV bitch kept reminding me about that fuckface Barber.
The only consolation were my mom's packages.
CZERNECKI: PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER 1
Hey, Kasia. Nice tits.
Shame on you. I'll tell your wife.
You taught him that?
It's just basic Polish.
How's your day?
Svetlana was an hour late, so I got an hour late
to the hotel.
The manager told me off.
My feet hurt.
Allow me.
What's this?
Nothing. I'm a star in Poland.
How's my little champion?
He kept punching me in the bladder.
Yeah?
A true boxer.
His boxing made me
want to pee nonstop.
- I didn't have a bathroom break. - I'll buy you a potty.
Or a diaper.
Tadek will get it after you.
- How was your day? - Very good.
I'll have a fight soon.
I just have to pay for the gym.
- What? - To have no debt.
Tell him we don't have money.
But we do.
You do.
It's for an apartment.
Exactly.
I'll pay for the gym, win a fight--
I'm nine months pregnant.
- When will you win? - Three more to go. Chill.
I'm fucking sick of your jokes.
I couldn't train with a broken arm.
It healed some time ago.
How do you know how fast a boxer's arm heals?
Wake up. You'll be a father soon.
You see a crib here? Onesies, diapers?
- You want to spend our savings? - I need to box.
I'm done with this bullshit!
"One more month. I've met a guy who'll fix me up."
He won't fix you shit. You mean nothing to them.
Let's fucking go home.
- Got it? - Yeah?
And go where?
- We have no home. - Yeah?
If I go back, I'll go to prison.
You want money? Is this enough?
- Stop. - More for the prince.
Of course the prince needs more.
Here you fucking go. I work my ass off
with no piss break--
What happened?
Sit. What's wrong?
I don't know! It hurts!
Yu! Uyen! Come here!
Fuck, I know that.
Leave me!
Get my shoes!
I'm sorry.
I know how much you sacrificed to be here.
But we must go back home for him.
Yes. See?
Tadzik wants to go home.
Yes. Tadzik.
It'll be fine.
We'll make an official apology. You're a champion.
They'll want to use your talent.
Fuck.
Mommy will be back soon.
Ready?
Bye, champ.
Wait.
- She'll be fine. - It's not that.
CZERNECKI: PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER 1
What?
Shit.
Just open it.
No way.
Here's my blankie.
Gosh.
- Like a glove. - I measured you in your sleep.
Really?
Gosh.
- Beautiful. - Jędrzej.
I know what fight this is.
You'll always be a champion to me and Tadzik.
Let's go.
We'll be late.
- You know what you're doing? - Sure.
No problemas.
Yeah.
Stop yapping, Limey.
Hello, princess.
Uncle.
Fuck.
Why are you here?
- Jędrula! - Why are you here?
Are you joking?
You're going pro.
I wouldn't miss it for all the pussies in the world.
Who's the gnome?
This is…
Your coach?
No. He helps me with taping.
Who's in your corner?
Yu.
Yu. This is professional boxing?
It's not like that.
I'll be in your corner.
- Stop. - Enough of this shit.
Look.
Since I'm here,
let me be useful. I still remember something.
And you, Yu.
Watch and learn.
What's with your leg?
In prison,
I wanked too much, and my hip broke.
Look.
Cover the knuckle.
And wrap the rest up.
Time to get serious.
This guy
is not some twat from the Olympics.
- He wants to be the champion. - Uncle.
This fight is different.
We fight, and we win.
- Live and rule. - But--
- Victory or death. - But this is different--
Cut the crap.
Fight.
You were born to do this.
To win.
Don't be pizda.
Enjoy this silence.
You'll never hear it again.
Come on.
Come on!
What is he doing?
Don't provoke him!
Fuck!
- Yes! - Come on!
Who welded you to the floor?
Move, or he'll knock you out.
Stay ahead of him. His left ball is hanging.
It's not a circus. Don't clown. Box.
Get up!
Fight.
You were born to win, son.
Fuck him up!
Yes!
Get the fuck up.
You messed him up. He dropped his left…
The fuck is he saying?
What?
Keep hitting. You've got him.
He's messed up.
Yes! Bam! Champ!
Sure.
Finish him!
Yes!
Finish him!
Yes!
I'm staying, bitches.
I'm staying.
That's how you do it! Best debut ever.
You overcame your crisis--
What?
Don't come in!
Awesome fight.
Finally, someone speaks normally.
You fought like you had hammers for fists.
But tell me,
why was your Kasia so sad and scared?
Kasia?
Your Kasia.
She wasn't scared.
No? I saw it myself.
She was right across from me.
Looking at me like at a fucking monster.
Fuck.
Seriously.
Don't believe me? Ask Jackie.
Fuck.
Jackie promised me
you'd go down in the second round.
And you really did.
So I started to leave.
I had a great evening planned.
Friends, ladies,
fresh lobster for dinner.
The bomb.
And then
you got up.
- Why wouldn't he? - Hey.
Fuck.
What's the name of the guy who died?
And came back?
Jesus.
If I'd listened to my dad, I'd know.
But I'd still be in Poland, wearing shit-covered boots.
Instead, I'm wearing leather oxfords.
So I went back
to see the guy who was about to fuck me.
I was surprised to find out
it wasn't some tough guy,
but a fucking kid from Bytom.
With no job or passport,
a son called Tadzik…
- Hey. - Wait.
…living in a lousy immigration center.
That kid took out his cock and fucked me.
You fucked me, get it?
You know how much I lost?
Well? Five years.
I've been building O'Brian's career for five years.
Brick by brick. Five!
And some dick from Bytom fucked it up in one night.
- Should've chosen better bricks. - What?
I'm not here to lose, but to be the world champion.
My son will wear oxfords like yours.
Fuck.
Fuck, he has balls.
You have fucking balls.
Okay.
We'll see how it works out.
What's this?
- Move! My husband's there! - It's Kasia.
Yeah. She might be…
Scared.
Let me in!
Jędrzej! Is everything okay?
- Yes. I signed a contract. - What?
- This is Nicky. - What contract?
- Don't sign anything. - Stop.
- He's a bad man. - He's Polish.
I told you.
- I didn't mean to offend you. - Kasia.
It's fine.
No need to apologize.
We're family now.
Call me Nikodem.
Kasia.
Welcome to the family. Call me Czesiu.
Enough business for today.
Go have fun.
Thanks.
Don King once said
that warriors should fight, not read contracts.
Bye!
These things seem stupid
until you meet someone as charismatic as Nikodem.
- Hi. It's your daddy, the champion. - Kasia!
Mommy didn't believe, said my dream was over.
But it's just the beginning.
You'll see. The world will know our name.
First we need to make a pro out of you.
What?
You got fat. Tomorrow we start intense training.
Fine. Tadziu must meet his grandpa.
Princess, don't call me grandpa. I'm here to score pussies…
Hold your grandson.
He's so small.
So small.
I often go back to that night.
Look at his left.
We were a happy family.
The clerk saw Czesiek's leg
and let him stay.
The next morning, we went to Nicky's club.
Almost like Górnik in Sosnowiec.
- Yeah. - The boxers are more tan.
Here they are.
- Jędrzej. - Hello.
- And Czesiek. - You!
What is he doing here?
- Czesiek? - Yes.
Why?
Last night
we made a deal.
He wasn't part of it.
But…
he's my coach. I'm here thanks to him.
Long punches. And legs.
Good. Fight.
He must be in my corner.
It's not your corner.
It's mine.
If you want to fight for me,
I'll decide who's in it. Okay?
Friend.
You're the coach
of the chocolate guy from yesterday.
The one Jędrula put down.
Yeah. We'll train a lot.
- You'll teach you-- - Czesiu.
Pierre.
Stop jerking around. Warm up.
Uncle.
The thing is…
Nicky wants us to be a team.
And?
Pierre is his right-hand man.
- We must listen to him. - What?
He'll be my official coach.
This Frogeater is useless.
He'll coach you?
What can I do? Nicky said so.
But nothing will change.
How will it work?
You'll come here and observe.
Then we'll work together.
Just not officially. Is that okay?
Sure, it's okay.
You'll always be my Jędrula.
Not some… Jandrew.
Let's go.
- Let's go. - Pierre!
Pierre!
Legs closer.
It wasn't love at first sight for them.
When Hitler came, the French weren't so smart.
What?
But Jackie Boss found me the right opponents.
He made sure all would go well.
Maybe too well.
I became known as…
The Polack.
Nicky pulled a few strings to get me papers.
Today I can declare with pride
the wind of big changes is blowing.
When the Berlin Wall fell,
more Poles started coming to my fights.
They're writing about you.
- See you at the club? - Sure.
- We'll get you out of here soon. - I know.
I finally fulfilled my promise.
Can you believe it?
Tadek!
Your parents have an amazing bedroom.
Mommy has a jacuzzi. Well, Mommy and Daddy.
Isn't it weird that he gave us a house?
Fuck.
Nicky is old-school.
To him, compatriots are like blood ties.
Karol was a compatriot.
He was a shit-patriot.
Tadziu, come.
Let's find your room.
Nobody will be complaining there.
THREE YEARS LATER
Get the fuck up!
Get the fuck up.
Fuck…
What the fuck? Can you get me a normal opponent?
I want to fight Barber, not some losers.
Jędrula.
Or should I ask in Polish?
Coaches, managers, assistants,
and fuck knows who else.
It's not boxing anymore. It's…
a circus with clowns.
Your father would kill these Limeys with laughter.
Shut the fuck up.
What?
One more word about Poland or the old times,
I'll hit my head through a wall!
Look at yourself. You look like a fucking hobo.
After four years, you don't know a word in English.
You just complain and drink.
Without me--
Fucking what?
- What? - If it--
- If-- - You can't even speak Polish.
- Jędrzej! - What?
- We'll talk tomorrow-- - Fuck no!
We won't talk now or fucking ever.
- Jędrek… - I don't fucking need you.
I don't need this Polish whining.
You've never been my coach, and you never will be.
Jędrzej!
What now, bitch?
Fucking Poland, not Albania!
You'll be great.
What's this?
A ticket to paradise.
What was that?
What?
That girl in the men's bathroom.
Journalists. Come on.
I don't have kids.
That I know of.
Nobody to continue my legacy.
But tonight I realized,
when my time comes,
I'll have no regrets.
I'll be fulfilled
because my protégé,
my champion,
the son I never had,
will become great.
So sad. I've sacrificed so much for him.
You can't help some people.
He didn't read the contract either?
Hey.
Wait. Believe me.
I wouldn't be where I am if I didn't keep my word.
Are we going to pretend that was normal?
He ruined our nice evening.
If you don't want people to interrupt you,
don't give them reasons to.
- Why are you defending him? - What?
Truly, it's not pleasant
parting with your fighter.
It's the worst part of our job.
Luckily, your husband is very talented.
Thank you for dinner. We'll go home now.
Yes, home.
Is it even our home?
Hey!
I wonder if we're sleeping in our own house.
Let's go. Now.
Yes, champion.
I'm sorry.
Tomorrow we'll talk about the fight.
- Yes, sorry. - Good night, Kasia.
- Are you crazy? - What?
You know what.
You offended Nicky. Why?
- I don't trust him. - It's your problem!
He gave us everything.
He let me fight…
and got you out of the immigration center!
And you're making scenes?
- In front of his friends. - Are you blind?
Me? Look at yourself.
You have a house, a new car, a fur coat.
A husband fighting for the world title.
All thanks to him.
But it's never enough!
- He did the same for Rascal. - It's my night!
Not Rascal's or Barber's.
Or Czesiek's.
Fuck you.
He came to England for you.
- To help you. - He was no help.
It's Czesiek! What's up with you?
I'll be the greatest boxer in history, you get it?
No, you don't.
You've never got it.
Remember The Legends? I asked you to stay outside.
You had to get inside and humiliate me
in front of the best coaches in England.
When Tadek was born, you wanted to go to Poland.
When Nicky gave me a contract, you called him names.
You know why? I'll tell you.
You don't fucking believe in me.
- I don't? - You say, "Your dream is over."
- I don't believe in you? - Yes.
- I don't believe? - Yes!
I worked my ass off
so you could keep punching a bag.
Remember? I dropped out,
left my parents, and fucking fled Poland for you.
- Where's my London University? - Come on.
- And my lab? - Come on!
So cut the shit 'cause it's all been for you.
I'm glad we're being honest.
That it's all not for you, Tadek, or us, but for me.
I didn't mean that. Where are you going?
Jędrzej!
Fuck!
Fuck.
Jędrzej.
What are you doing here?
- I got scared-- - Sorry, can you…
You didn't come home. I was worried.
But why?
I don't know. You always come home.
I went to see Czesiek.
- Czesiek? - Yes.
To see if he was okay.
- And? - You know, he's tough.
Yeah.
I'm glad you're talking.
I wanted to apologize.
I know you have a lot going on.
I want you to feel that I support you.
Something just broke in me yesterday.
- The last six years were hard. - Jesus. Six years?
Yes. On Thursday it'll be six years since you…
accosted me in a bar.
Let's do it like in the old days.
You're mad at me. Perfect timing.
We'll drink Guinness instead of wine.
Maybe on Thursday.
It's Tadzik's birthday.
- So-- - We can combine it.
Exactly.
- A big party? - Doesn't have to be big.
Yes! A big cake, plenty of food and presents.
- Fireworks visible in all of London. - What?
Kasia!
What are you doing here?
- Nicky! Hi. - Hi.
So you graced us with your presence today.
- You look beautiful. - Thanks.
This guy got a chance to win the world title,
and what does he do?
He's late.
- It's my fault. - Don't apologize.
I've always said that family comes first.
Yes.
- I have to go. - Me too.
- I love you. - Love you too.
- Bye. - Bye.
This thing with Barber got a lot of attention.
Now I must pull many strings. But…
one is crucial.
Eva just called. The journalist.
Nice piece of ass.
She wants to interview you on Thursday.
Live, in prime time.
- That's great, no? - No.
- Why? - What time?
- Is there a problem? - No--
- Hey. - What time?
When I fucking tell you.
It's Tadzik's birthday.
We're having a party. You're invited--
You're not in Poland anymore.
Don't choose. You can have it all.
Do the interview. I'll go to the party.
You'll join us after.
Nobody will notice you're not there.
- So? - Okay.
- Yeah. - You're right.
Now listen…
Fuck.
It's on!
- Tadzik! - Be right back!
Stop, please.
Your dad's on TV.
Don't ruin your eyes.
It's my birthday!
Dad's being silly. Don't worry.
- It was fucking awesome. - Yeah.
The cameraman was laughing.
Whole England was laughing.
You're good. Camera loves you.
You mean it?
- What's this? - You can't go dressed like an accountant.
Go where?
To the fucking party of the year.
- Today? - Yup.
But…
I can't. It's my son's birthday.
Jędrzej.
In this world, connections are everything.
Everyone you need to know will be there.
You're lucky you can go.
If you care about being on top.
Okay. Maybe next time.
Beautiful!
Oxfords. From the best shoemaker in London.
Thank you.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
So?
Open the next one.
Who is it from?
See for yourself.
Another pair of gloves?
You don't have yellow ones.
When will Dad come?
He'll make it for the fireworks.
- Really? - Yes.
You said he'd come for the gifts.
Now you say he'll come for the fireworks.
Honey… Another gift?
Wait.
Fuck.
Your wife?
Pick up. Maybe she misses you.
I have to…
- Maybe I'll pick up? - No! Stop.
- Eva. - No? I'll just say hi.
No. Are you crazy?
- Jędrzej? - Hello?
- Hi. - Hello?
Are you coming?
Yes, I'm here.
The producers invited me for a drink.
It's their tradition.
You know how it is.
I need to say hi to everyone. It takes time.
I tried to set off the fireworks.
Tadzik said only Dad could do it.
Hello?
What?
I'll make it up to him.
But he's asking about you.
I don't know what to say.
I know. It's not his last birthday.
There'll be others. He'll forgive me and forget.
He needs you.
Fuck.
I need to go.
Take care.
Be careful.
Going or staying?
This party
is the bomb!
Kaśka.
Come here.
Sit down.
Come.
Sit.
Here you go.
You know what?
Women are…
so stupid.
But you're smart.
Listen.
You're beautiful.
Good.
Smart.
You're…
the smartest girl
any of us clowns has ever met.
It's a shame…
it turned out like…
this.
Have a smoke.
- No. - Go on.
Then a drink.
It helps when it hurts.
You don't know…
how much I love you guys.
I do.
Mom! Jan and Benjamin have to go.
Will you set off the fireworks?
Kiddo.
It's not a job for your beautiful mom.
But for a real man.
- I'll do it, you pyro. - Yay!
Fight.
Don't give up.
Come here!
Come on.
It'll go boom!
Come.
Fuck.
Kasia?
Kasia!
Fuck!
Yeah?
You're leaving me? Great!
Kasia left…
- There? - Fucking great.
…Eva moved in…
and anyone who says balance is the key to success,
has never heard of cocaine.
Before I got my shit together, I'd wasted half a year.
On chasing popularity…
Fuck!
…frolicking with Eva…
and anything Jackie got me.
I had just forgotten one tiny detail.
To win…
you have to train.
Funny thing.
Your fight is approaching,
but I don't see you in the club.
And it's not just me.
- Pierre doesn't see you either. - I'm sorry.
I don't know why. I can't sleep.
Kasia ran away with Tadek. I don't know where.
Tell me,
is this a church?
What?
Am I a priest? Don't confess to me.
I don't care.
Understand that when you come to train,
you leave your problems at the door.
- Seriously? - Do I look like I'm joking?
I've invested a lot of money in you.
And you come to me crying that your wife left you?
I understand.
- You're like a father to me. - Listen.
I don't give a flying fuck
if I'm a daddy, mommy, sister, or a fucking goldfish to you.
We have obligations to each other.
If you don't meet them,
there will be consequences.
- Is this a threat? - Fucking please.
How is this a threat?
I'm reminding you of our deal.
We're talking business now?
If it's just business, give me my money, and I'll fuck off.
What money?
What?
The money I earned with these fists and balls.
Let's check
how much money I owe you. Okay?
It's a lot. First item: 500,000 pounds.
The cost of O'Brian's career
before you stopped it. You promised to pay it back.
Here's your contract.
- Rascal O'Brian? - Remember?
A big guy. Fucking great boxer.
Reliable, punctual, with a great family.
You said it was a bad investment, so I listened to reason
and thought
I'd choose better bricks.
Fuck it. Take the 500,000, and give me the rest.
And your beautiful villa? How much do you think it costs?
It's 8,000 pounds a month.
But I got you a discount, so it's 7,000.
I didn't want a house from you.
But you needed it.
You wouldn't become a champion in an immigration center.
And I promised
you'd become a champion.
You've been living there for three years.
Fuck, time flies.
Let's count it.
So 7,000 times 12 months times three years.
In total,
252,000 pounds. With a discount.
I saved you 36,000 pounds.
I got you a Jaguar. That's 1,700 a month.
- Gym is 700… - What?
…with a discount. Now Pierre, your coach.
That old fuck charges you 10,000 a month.
Even when you don't train.
And 60,000 for the towels--
Fucking towels?
- And 40,000. - What?
For clothes, hotels, drinks, and so on.
- What the… - What?
- Leather oxfords? - From the best shoemaker in London.
- That was a fucking gift! - Yes.
- From you. - You gave them to him!
Why the fuck would I give him such expensive shoes?
You wanted him to wear them.
I'll never have kids. Fucking parasites.
Fuck!
The sum total of your expenses
is 1,919,120 pounds and 19 pence.
You still owe me 420,000 pounds plus interest.
- Interest? - Interest is--
I know what interest is!
- Then why the fuck do you ask? - Fuck you!
Believe me, it's hard for me too.
Yeah? Then I won't fight.
What then?
You're nobody without me, bitch!
Nicky Nobody.
Okay.
We are pros.
Let's deal with it like pros.
No pressure or anything.
Give me your house and car keys,
pay me back, and we'll be fertig.
Or relax, think it over,
and win that fucking belt.
A few more fights, and you'll be in the clear.
Whatever you decide,
I'll support you.
Like a father.
Uncle, it's me.
Uncle.
I'm sorry.
You hear me? I'm sorry.
You were right.
Hey!
Fuck, no!
Fuck, no! Uncle!
Jesus! Uncle!
Fuck! No!
Fuck!
He always said this helped when it hurt.
Thanks for coming.
I had to. It's Czesiek.
Are you okay?
I have this fight. I'm training a lot.
Good.
We had no chance to talk.
I know. And I want to talk.
Maybe since I'm in town,
you'll find a moment?
Sure.
I will.
Tonight at my place. I'll make dinner.
Sorry, can I help you?
I came to say goodbye.
Go ahead.
Wait.
- Ready? - Do I look ready?
I don't know. I'm cold.
I know. You know why?
'Cause you've said it 40,000 times.
You're cold 'cause it's fucking cold!
Fucking go if you want.
Take your shoes, fucking car keys,
your pouty face, and fuck off!
Are you fucking mad?
Jędrzej!
- Hello? - What's up? Are you resting?
No, I'm cooking.
What? Cooking?
Could you get me tickets…
Two VIP seats near the corner.
We're sold out.
It's for Kasia and Tadek. It's important.
Fuck.
- Fine. If you focus on the fight. - Sure.
Gotta go. Bye.
- Hi. - Hi.
Yeah…
Sorry about the mess.
Everything's ready.
You look beautiful.
I have a flight to catch today.
You'll catch one tomorrow.
Do you want some wine?
I got front-row tickets for you and Tadek.
- Jędrzej-- - I'll fix it all.
It'll be great again.
I only came to give you this.
What the fuck is this?
We didn't talk--
Because when I woke up, you were gone.
Okay.
You come to Czesiek's funeral
to give me fucking divorce papers!
I came because he was important…
Yeah?
If you can't act like an adult--
I'm fucking making things for you,
cutting lettuce and mushrooms instead of training!
I want it to be nice, but no,
you come and give me this shit?
You've got your life. I've got mine.
- Sign them. Let's move on. - Are you with someone?
- I can see it. - No.
Who's fucking you?
His name.
Huh?
Kasia! Wait!
I'm sorry! Kasia.
Kasia.
I overreacted. I'm sorry.
I'm a bit fucking angry and sad.
About Czesiek, the championship.
I need you.
I just need you.
Remember our life in Poland?
The good times?
We had our tub, our dreams, our bricks.
We were in love. Everything was simple.
Our dreams are within our reach.
We must fulfill them.
Listen to me.
They were never my dreams.
- They were yours. - No--
I came here for you. I loved you.
- Yes. - But it's all gone.
The bricks, the tub, us.
I'm begging you. Just let me go.
What the fuck?
You have a taxi waiting?
You just fucking popped by?
- Wait. - Let me go!
You think you can just leave me?
Get the fuck out of here now! Got it?
So it all means nothing to you?
It's not over. You hear me?
I'll take Tadek away from you!
I'll do it and you'll end up on the street!
Fuck!
Fuck…
Fuck.
Harder.
Yes!
Kill!
Fucking kill!
Kill me, bitch!
Kill me!
Kill!
Kill me!
Kasia!
LOVING HUSBAND AND FATHER
Why?
Why did you leave me?
FUTURE SITE OF BYTOM PLAZA
KONSTANTY ZALEWSKI FOR PRESIDENT
Boxers get old.
Fat.
Drunk.
And they die.
Like my father.
Like Czesiek.
Like this club.
You ran better.
Easy.
I come in peace.
No more chasing.
- How did you find me? - That used to be my job.
Don't ask stupid questions.
You fought beautifully.
But… who knows?
If I had guarded you better,
this might've never happened.
What do you want?
To thank you.
You and your wife.
For what?
For saving my life.
Kasia was a better nurse than she thought.
Remember when she told Władek some crap
about a sick liver?
She said I had…
Well…
…rings under my eyes…
It turned out
she had been right again.
I've been diagnosed with cancer.
They blamed my escape on Władek.
Before he left, he had taken a few wiretap recordings.
One was from Czesiek's club.
Edwin, I'll tell it to you straight.
Throw the fight at the Olympics.
Lose to the Russkie.
- Are you joking? - Czesiu, fuck!
I trust you, Edwin.
The fate of the Soviet Union
is in your hands. Understood?
If it falls, what'll happen to your son?
Will he grow up?
Will he box?
You'd like him to become the world champion?
What if something bad happens to him?
Huh?
Think about it.
Good luck at the Olympics.
Cheerio.
- Warsaw assholes! - Czechu!
You'll drop it after years of hard work?
- The Olympics come first! - Czesiek…
You'll bail? After all we've been through.
The Olympics come first.
Family comes first. One day you'll understand.
Lovely, Mr. Czernecki.
What do you want?
Not much.
An autograph.
Before you become president
and I only see you on TV.
TRANSFER OF OWNERSHIP
What's this?
I want Czesiek's club.
You might have…
spent too much time in the West.
Shall I remind you?
Like I once reminded Mr. Czesiek--
I must say,
your arguments are overwhelming.
My dad stopped boxing.
But he didn't stop fighting.
And he never stopped loving me.
That's how I'll remember him.
I'll do anything
so that my son remembers me the same way.
My best work.
Dad!
Hi! Second best.
How are you?
- Good. - "Good."
- Bag. - Bag.
I'll get you later.
- No. - Say bye to Mommy.
Bye!
Bye.
Hi, Kasia!
Hi!
One. Two. Left.
A jab.
From the left. Good.
And the guard?
Good! And the other side.
Yes.
Let's take a break.
- Having fun? - Yes.
Yes?
- You're lying. - No.
You're lying.
In the end,
you don't have to like boxing.
It's just two brutes punching each other's faces.
First one gets punched, then the other.
Boring, right?
- Boring. - Boring.
- Wanna go?
- Yes. - Yes.
Let's go.
What else would you like to do?
Mom gave me a book on Marie Curie.
Yeah?
Watch out. Smart women are dangerous.
You know she's the only one to win a "marble" in two fields?
In the '80s, more than a million people left Poland
because of poverty, persecution, and dreams of a better future.
Amongst them were several hundred athletes.
In that time, no other country witnessed such an exodus.
Subtitles: Sylwia Szymańska