"For my daughter Lucy." "The Polish National Film School presents" "A Man Thing" "The water!" "Have you got it?" "Yeah." "What's up, Bouquet?" "It's fallen apart." "It's a chop." "It's weird." "It's with spinach." "How many times have I told that Bouquet won't eat spinach?" "You should have brought just meat." "Now he won't eat it." "He'll eat it!" " He won't!" "Of course he'll eat it!" "Bouquet!" "Here Bouquet." "Look, it's a chop." "Bouquet, it's a chop." "He won't eat it." "Mum, let's eat!" "Shoes!" "The soup's on the way." "Bartek!" "Come here, Bartek." "What's this?" "My school diary." "So what's it doing under the mattress?" "Read it." "During technology for vulgar behaviour with a candlestick." "Go on, go on." "All of it." "Your son pulled a girl's hair at breaktime." "When asked why, he answered:" "I'm scalping her." "Stefek, you'll be late for the dole." "Go on." "An unsigned comment." "Talking during maths." "Doesn't know the volume of a regular tetrahedron." "Stefan, please." "Your son was hanging off the school fence." "Go on." "That's it." "Get your trousers down." "Bend over." "Bend over!" "Calm down, idiot." "Calm down." "Pass it!" "Quicker!" "Pass it then, go on!" "Fives!" "Kick'is arse!" "Kick'is arse!" "Kick'is arse!" "Get up." "Get up." "Get up!" "Three kicks!" "Three kicks!" "Three kicks!" "Your turn, Bartek." "Go on, kick his arse right." "Go on Bartek." "Kick him." "Kick him hard." "Go!" "One." "What a waster!" "Kick his arse for him." "Bartek, easy right." "I said easy!" "Fives." "Right Dummy, you're in!" "I'm not going in." "No way." "You're in!" "I'm not in!" "Get lost you Freak!" "Go on Dummy!" "Do him!" "Chin him!" "Do him!" "In line!" "Now!" "Ginger, Dummy." "What's going on?" "Idczak - the ball!" "So, Flatfeet?" "The day after tomorrow is the final and you look like a bunch of losers." "What are you grinning at Flatfoot?" "Pleased that you bunked maths?" "A year ago we won the cup." "For three years we've been first in £ódŸ." "If anyone thinks they'll be pissing around on the field, they're very mistaken." "I needn't remind you the cup means promotion." "Right Blondy?" "Who got you a pass in Polish?" "You Sir." "That's right." "If we win the cup then you'll get promoted." "You've got to be a team and look like one." "Idczak, pass me the bag." "Faster, Idczak!" "Faster!" "Just don't kill yourself." "Cool!" "Wicked!" "Smart!" "Do you like them?" "Yeah!" "Here you go." "Right Flatfeet, get changed." "Chop, chop!" "Pretty boy, don't mess around!" "Sir, I haven't got one." "What do you mean?" "I got them for everyone." "Kowalski, come here." "Give him your shirt." "But Sir,..." "Get your shirt off." "Quick." "Your shorts too." "One, two, one, two!" "Get dressed." "Cool." "The shorts too." "Chop, chop!" "Now you look like a team." "Aren't you changing, Idczak?" "Don't you change?" "Sir..." " What?" "I've got to go to geography." "I've got you off it before the final." "But the geography teacher's on my back." "Don't worry Idczak." "I'll fix it." " But I can't." "Listen, if you don't train, I'll leave you out of the final." "I'm not bothered." " Not bothered?" "!" "Get out of my sight!" "Blondy!" "You're captain." "But Bartek's captain." "Don't answer back." " Why me?" "In line!" "What're you gawping at, Freak?" "What're you doing?" "Blondy, look at me!" "What are you laughing at?" "Got you, you little nicotine head!" "We'll be looking for another school for you eh, Idczak?" "Fagging again." "Bunking again." "Mr. Kwiatkowski let me off." "We'll check." "Andrzej!" "Andrzej!" "Have you got a minute?" "What's up, Heniek?" "Is there a problem?" "He says you let him off." "I did." "So what's wrong?" "He was fagging of course." "Can we have a chat, Heniek?" "Wait in the corridor." "Leave the cigarettes." "Can I take my diary?" "No." "You know they all smoke." "But you can catch this one." " He's my best attacker." "You keep on about football." "Everyone's angry at me because I allow you to interfere." "But you have the cup every year." "I'll talk to him." "We'll sort it out." "Why don't you want to train?" "I'm bored of football." "Bored of football?" "Empty, isn't it?" "If I'd not convinced the head, you'd be out." "You owe me one." "I didn't need your help." "Does your father know you're on the way out?" "Should I have a chat with him?" " No." "Either you play in the final or I'll have a chat with your old man." "Your choice Flatfoot." "Sir, can we go now?" "No!" "Get on the play ground now and wait for me!" "Quiet!" "Quiet!" "We'll run away, Bouquet." "Alright Bouquet?" "Bartek!" "Come here!" "Please let him live." "But I've got to put him to sleep." "Don't kill him." "Listen I don't have the money to keep him." "What'll you feed him with?" "Sandwiches?" "I'll fix some scraps." "Bartek, my mind's made up." "This mutt can't even shit." "He doesn't eat." "He's too old, do you understand?" "What do mean too old?" "Do they kill old fogeys in the old peoples home?" "!" "Bouquet, please." "I'm begging you, eat the sandwich." "See, it's with ham." "Please Bouquet." "Does it taste bad?" "I've got another one." "See." "Bouquet, you must eat." "Please Bouquet." "It's with ham." "I'm begging you." "If you don't eat they'll put you to sleep!" "Quiet!" "Sit down!" "Sit down!" "Have you drawn your Saints?" "Yes Miss!" "Stop it." "And are the rosaries done?" "Yes Miss!" "Let's stand and pray." "Stop it." "In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost." "Amen." "Angel of God, my guardian." "You are always near me." "In the morning, the evening, day and night be there to help me." "Is there any left for me?" "There's a guest." "The ref was so boozed up that he couldn't put the whistle in his mouth." "He could barely stand." "He was always drunk when he reffed." "I've got something for Bouquet." " Quiet." "A pork chop." " Shut up!" "What do you say?" "Good afternoon." "Hi." "Krzysiek put it down the middle." "I went round one and flipped the ball onto my knees." "They all fell for it." " Everyone fell for it." "It's one to one." "I'm past the goalie and he rugby tackles me!" "And that drunk doesn't blow up." "I blow ape shit at him for a penalty, right?" "I look at him." "He garbles something." "I can see he's about to honk." "He was so drunk his knickers fell down." "His arse was in the air." "Shorts!" "You wear knickers!" "You got it?" "A penalty!" "A floater into the back of the net, you see and we stayed in the third league!" "Damned." "That was before I tore my achilles." "Only because you hacked Wabik and then he got you back." "I was going for the ball." "He went round you and you got angry." " What do you know!" "I'd better be off." "Stay Andrzej." "Let's have another beer." "Get us one Hanka." "No, really." "I must get going." "It was nice to meet you." "I'm glad everything's going well for Bartek at school." "He's a good lad." "He's got talent." "Well it's a shame we didn't meet before." "When you were playing at F.C. Start my achilles was already torn." "Don't worry about the boy." "He'll score more than one goal." "Well, goodbye." " Bye." "Takes after me." "Quiet!" "You look like a bunch of losers." "Sir?" "Can you get me a pass in Polish?" "If we win the cup, then you'll get promoted." "And you, Pretty boy?" "!" "Is that your big brother's shirt?" "No." "My sister's." "You've got to be a team and look like one, Flatfeets." "Well done, Idczak." "Come here, Idczak." "Take this off." "Well take it off." "Are you cold?" "Take off your tracksuit from underneath." "Take off your tracksuit." " No." "Take it off!" "Take it off!" "Take off your pants!" "Leave me alone." "No!" "Jesus!" "You can't do that!" "Who hit you, Idczak?" "Do you hear me?" "His father beats him up, Sir." "With a pipe." "Shut up." "You can't do that to me, Sir." "I'll get it." "I'll get it." "It's for dad." "Andrzej!" "You fucking wanker!" "Get off him!" "Get off!" "You beat him that much!" "Where's Bartek?" "Where is he you shithead?" "!" "Leave him alone!" "Wait!" "Open up, Bartek." "I won't put Bouquet to sleep." "Open this door!" "Go and get an axe." "I haven't got an axe." "I don't know." "Find something." "Wait, I've got a hammer." "Idczak." "Don't be frightened, come out of there." "Don't be scared, open up." "Do you hear me?" "Don't be frightened." "Bloody hell, get out of there." "Flatfoot!" "Idczak, open this bloody door!" "I'm sorry." "Flatfoot can you hear me?" "Come out, please." "Come out." "Don't come out." "Cast" "Director of photography" "Written and directed by"