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This is that weirdo from Sopot. Where's our priest?
Did you lock the back door?
Through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault.
Burglars! Help!
SERWUS SINGLE PLY TOILET PAPER
Hi there, Patryk boy!
-Back again? -Be quiet.
Against the wall.
Get in.
Fuck off.
Did you hear? Fuck off.
Respect.
Without it, you're fucked in here.
You're useless and lonely.
Like that priest.
Not only could he barely see and walk,
but he was also outspoken.
And an outsider.
And in my town, if you're not one of our own,
no one wants to speak to you.
When people dig their heels in,
even God calls it quits.
But surprisingly, he didn't.
He would plod where no one else cared to go.
He always had it uphill.
That's why he talked to those no one else wanted to talk to.
Got a mouth for smoking?
That's lucky then.
Come on. Take a drag.
Yes. Good.
Hello there.
As one of our pilgrimage songs goes.
Set your cig now ablaze, keep it burning
Set your cig now ablaze… Alleluia…
-God bless! -Hello!
He wasn't given much chance from the very beginning.
When he was born, he weighed less than a kilo.
Now you're on a kind of… holiday.
Yeah. Sure. Lie down and rest.
Maybe that's why he felt attracted to lost causes.
You'll get to walk a lot soon enough.
Fourteen days after ovulation,
during which you can knock someone up, unless you use a condom.
Play it safe!
Great. Good job. You win diddly squat.
Who cares about losers in a vocational school?
But he won them over.
Get the hell out of here!
That's how we met.
Did you hear me?
But he didn't remember.
I hope he didn't.
When the guy sees us he'll fucking drop dead.
Guys, please stop talking. Put your phones on silent.
And stop dropping the F-bombs
or I'll ask Mrs. Ania to give you an enema.
Fuck me, we're being overtaken by a bike.
He didn't write these boys off.
And they didn't blow him off when he asked for help.
He knew that what they were about to see would make them think real hard.
Just be careful. Don't break the bed before we even start, okay?
Nice and easy.
-Did you take the mattress? -Yeah. I've got it.
Good evening, Mr. Brunon.
I'm Father Jan.
How are you feeling?
Set it up, guys.
-You're in pain? -Yes.
Yes.
I know it hurts. Okay. We'll do something about it.
Ania…
-That was brutal. -Stop the car.
Okay.
But…
Is something wrong? Ania!
Thank you! Thank you for your dedic--
Ania, thank you with all my heart. Did you hear? Thank you for your time.
Please. My shift starts in three hours.
I know how you feel, but what more can I do?
We have no money, no meds, no bandages.
-Nothing. -I know.
Really, thank you with all my heart, Ania.
She was right.
The home hospice travelling in a wreck of a car was a disaster.
That's when Jan went totally overboard.
-Son, you're out of your mind. -I'm not disagreeing.
What do you even know about running a hospice?
Magda, tell him something before I lose my cool.
What do I even know? You talkin' to me?
Do you really think Jan is going to let us tell him what to do?
He's been ignoring our advice for 20 years.
Don't you have enough problems?
Is this the wine from the discount supermarket?
-Let me try it. -Sure. Here you go.
It was on sale.
I'll have some.
-Very strong. -It will go down well.
First of all,
I'd like to thank you
for all your support.
And second of all…
Yes, please.
And second of all…
-Don't touch that! -Mom.
-The burnt one's for you. -Cool.
"Second of all"?
Thank you.
And second of all, don't overreact. I'm not ignoring anybody.
I really value your opinions.
But you never listen to us.
And third of all… Filip!
I don't think there's any secret knowledge required.
Am I right?
Magda, what does he do?
He puts in a door, some windows.
A roof.
And it's ready.
It's a bit more complicated.
If you can do it, it can't be that hard.
Not as hard as your job.
It's a calling, you rascal.
-Your phone's ringing. -Pour me a little more.
Cheers.
Just a moment. Please listen to me.
Always pick up when I call you!
Let me remind you that as priests we vowed to be modest and humble.
-We are servants of God! Servants! -We serve people, like Jesus did.
You're not building any hospice without my consent. You fucking hear me?
God be with you.
He had someone to look up to.
Jerzy, I'm begging you.
His name was Popiełuszko.
I'm begging you. Take this fear away from me.
And one day he just went ahead.
He got a plot and secured a loan.
And his big dream started to become a reality.
He kept doing what he always did.
And he finally stopped being afraid.
OPENING OF THE PADRE PIO HOSPICE
He didn't write anyone off.
Except himself.
Hello. It's Father Jan Kaczkowski.
You know what? I've changed my mind. I'll have that MRI test.
When can I expect the results?
In due course. Ask at the reception desk.
Okay, at the reception desk then.
Great, thank you.
Cash or card?
You did me dirty, Jerzy. Big time.
Now get me out of this mess.
Glioblastoma in the right hemisphere.
Grade 4 glioma.
How old's your brother?
He's 35.
Six months. Anything longer than that would be a bonus,
I'm sorry to say.
I see.
Thank you, professor. I'm sorry for the intrusion.
-Grandpa, will you fix my pony? -I'm coming.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
We'll operate on him. Come on.
It would be easier if you stopped moving your head.
If you conceived me without faulty eyes,
I wouldn't have to.
Maybe I would finally find out if I'm as handsome as Brad Pitt,
like Mom says.
Life's not fair. We're constantly given sentences.
Jan was given a harsh one.
OPERATION IN PROGRESS
And my sentence?
Suspended.
At least for now I was off the hook.
How are you after the operation?
Nothing to be crazy about. I've got cancer.
Nicely put.
Maybe that's what we should title our book?
Well, yes, why not?
I have nothing to lose. You think about yourself.
I like it.
I'M WILD AND BRAVE
Perfect front cover.
The man in red is here.
Get up. Come on. Slowly.
You're a plain narcissist and a weirdo.
And that hospice of yours… It's purely illegal.
Have some water.
-Thank you. -Easy.
And you play the cancer card to gain popularity.
Why…
are you doing this, archbishop?
Hang on.
The hospice…
is not run by the church.
It draws on the teachings of the church, but not on the hierarchy's will.
And just to make things clear…
I'm…
really not interested in how you actually acquired
all those estates of yours.
How dare you?
I don't care.
The same way I don't care about your alcohol addiction.
And with all due respect, please return the favor.
God be with you.
Mom!
Do you smell sulfur too?
Maybe I do.
When this gentleman leaves, we'll open a window.
Goodbye, sir.
So much for the glory of Rome.
What's up, Ziuk?
Good enough?
Pablo, for fuck's sake. How long have we known each other?
You have a week.
Open up!
Hi, Mom.
For fuck's sake!
What?
People are afraid of guys like me.
And guys like me are afraid of letters with red stamps.
It's better to open them quickly.
'Cause, instead of years in prison, sometimes they refer to hours.
Hours of work.
Yes, I don't think this should be a problem.
You know how it is…
Here today, gone tomorrow, so…
Jesus.
Praise be to Jesus.
Forever and ever.
I'm here for my reha…
Please, take a step back.
Today, sir, you're making your presence clearly felt.
So 360 hours of community service.
Congratulations. Carpe diem.
What can you do in addition to breaking the law?
I dunno… I used to work in construction.
A bit. What else did I do?
Okay, I get it.
-What do you enjoy doing? -I like…
In general, the same as others. Drink, fuck and make a buck.
I can make you a soup out of nothing. I can do some DIY.
Okay. Tomorrow you'll check in with Mrs. Ania at the office.
And make sure you're well-rested.
And sober as a nun.
One complaint and you're out.
Please.
Thank you.
"Drink, fuck and make a buck."
Excuse me?
I thought I got really lucky.
Some oldies in wheelchairs. A nice and bright place.
Instead of doing time, I was on vacation.
Hey, young man. Come with me. Quickly.
Come in. Nothing to be scared of. Grab his hips. Be gentle.
Focus and you'll learn quickly.
Hold him. Be gentle.
I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to smell it.
I had to unwind somewhere more normal.
Let him go!
What the fuck?
-Pablo, I'll pay you back. -Three days!
Where's that rascal?
So what is it gonna be, Patryk?
Are you just gonna sit there and smoke
or will you take it like a man and do your hours?
Patryk, please.
Responsibility is about following through.
If you start something, finish it.
And the hospice isn't…
There's more to it than what you've seen.
So? Do you smoke a lot?
-A bit. -A bit less or a bit more?
It depends.
Depends on how it bends?
Tell me…
You said you're into DIY.
I can do a thing or two.
In that case, tomorrow…
after you've had some sleep, drop by the hospice.
Okay, give me that joint.
-Some people think I smoke pot, anyway. -Do you?
No. It's my first time. Seriously.
Look!
Dear little sun, cheer up a bit
That dark cloud doesn't suit you
See you. God be with you.
You're welcome!
Maybe Jan saw right through me, with that strange eye of his?
But I didn't care.
I thought I'd just fix a few screws, paint something, move stuff around.
And most importantly, I thought I wouldn't bump into Pablo.
Fucking hell…
What are you doing here?
Get out!
Now!
Oh, Patryk!
It's been 24 hours since Mr. Henryk passed away.
That's why we put that candle out.
How are you doing?
Everything okay?
More or less.
But is it more, or is it less?
I get it. It's così-così.
Tell me. Do you think about God sometimes?
I think he doesn't give a fuck about me.
Knight to C6.
Do you really think that there's anyone God doesn't…
give a fuck about?
Yes. Me.
-Why? -Because he knows what I did.
Is it only God who knows how much you messed up?
He drinks a lot, so it piled up a bit.
As far as I know, it's not really any secret.
Channel one, politics. Channel two, films.
Channel eight, porn.
It's up to you to decide how to live your life.
You just have to figure out what you can do now, at this very moment.
-Now? -Yes.
Gramps, anything fucked up in here?
-Good morning, Father. -Good morning. Hello.
-Hello, Father. -Oh, hello, Miss.
Hello, our dear volunteer.
Honore est in honorante.
Praised be Jesus Christ.
Hello, everybody.
Straighten up!
Patryk? How are you getting on?
I've replaced tap washers and fixed Mrs. Stanisława's lights.
I'll get back to fixing the cupboards when I'm done with this.
Patryk, take it easy. Did you take a break…
for a smoke?
The girl at number two asked me to fix this.
Mrs. Agnieszka? She has a young son.
He's four. He calls her every day. Take it to her.
Let's charge it up.
Damn.
It's a bit too short. Hang on.
Vertical or horizontal?
-I don't mind. -Okay. Horizontal then.
You have to speak up.
-Father? -Yes?
-She's young. -Indeed. Why?
What's she doing here?
Why? You want to know if she's going to die?
My dear boy…
If you're watching this, it means you're turning 18 today.
And it also means…
And fourth gear.
We have to get as much cash as possible.
If my book sells well, we should be fine.
How much time?
-What do you mean? -You know, Father.
You want to know how much time I have left?
The doctors give me six months.
We'll see how much time God'll give me.
That's why I have to leave the hospice in the best possible shape.
That's why we have to act fast. Sorry for that, I swerved a bit.
Phew. He could've killed us, but just drove past.
-Just keep your eyes on the road, Father. -Stop yelling at me.
You have stressed me out now.
Look. I have a secret mission for you.
Will you do me a favor?
What's in it for me?
I've written down a shopping list.
He wrapped everyone around his little finger.
Of course, everyone except you, Mr. Roman.
You don't believe that a man can change.
You can believe it, Father. Makes it easier for you.
What you're looking at?
Thank you, Mrs. Grażynka. What's your problem?
I know punks like him and I'm sure of one thing.
-Are you buying anything? -Here.
A thief will always be a thief.
Hurry up. What's wrong with you?
-Hang on! -We're in a hurry.
Mr. Roman, what can I say?
Well. You're an excellent chess player. Congratulations.
Where's the change?
Planning a booze-up?
Take it to Father Jan.
Off you go!
Now, take it back to Mr. Roman.
Tell him that you brought it as a thank you
for his participation in a rehabilitation experiment.
The know-it-all Roman assumed that you'd take the cash and leg it.
What is it with a pawn in chess? It reaches the other side, right?
And it is… promotion?
Promotion is a situation in which a pawn
can become a stronger chess piece.
But your conscience got the upper hand.
Frankly, I've never doubted you.
-Roman, everyone… -Yes?
Everyone deserves forgiveness.
I do hope so.
How come Pablo didn't get me?
He must have skipped town.
Anyway, I could finally sleep at night.
And Jan never dreamed about his flock growing so much.
What are you doing here?
I brought you a blanket.
Please leave.
Knock again and wait to be let in.
Take this away.
-Who's there? -It's me. I've got a blanket.
-Me who? -Fuck me…
Patryk! I've got a blanket!
Please, come in.
Know what? I don't give a rat's ass if you use the blanket,
but Father told me to bring it.
And it would be cool if you'd use it, 'cause it's cold.
Did he hear us?
Honestly?
I don't know.
However, I think he did.
Here. Patryk is holding your hand.
And he loves you. Very much.
Patryk, tell Mr. Józef that you love him.
I love you.
Let's pray.
Lord, have mercy upon us.
-Repeat. Have mercy upon us. -Have mercy upon us.
-Lord, have mercy upon us. -Have mercy upon us.
Saint Peter and Paul, pray for us.
Pray.
-Pray for us. -Pray for us.
-Saint Barnabas, pray for us. -Pray for us.
-Saint Stanislaus, pray for us. -Pray for us.
Saint Martin, pray for us.
Saint Patrick…
I'm really proud and touched to have met such a wonderful man like you!
I'm with you and I will stay with you till the very end! I love you!
Take care, Józef.
See you there.
I didn't know what to do, Father.
He grabbed my hand as if he wanted something from me.
-He wanted something and I couldn't… -Stop it.
Whatever you had to do, you did it perfectly.
Thank you for that.
Patryk.
Come on. Now.
Up we go. One and two.
Okay.
Go back to bed.
I fixed it.
Is that you?
Yes.
That's a cool pic.
"Her stage presence is a wonderful sight to behold."
"She doesn't walk. She floats."
"You can fall in love with her eyes."
"But when she opens her mouth she sounds fake."
"The final scene, especially, was underwhelming."
"The young actress lacks experience,
or maybe she just needed a better director."
-Please help. It's stuck. It won't… -It won't move?
You have to give it a push. Damn…
Ah… Got it.
I rejected his advances. He was a real jerk.
"A new star in the theatrical firmement… firmament."
-Thank you very much. -For your age.
What are you doing?
Next time paint them yourself. I don't know how to do it.
Screw in the handles in the bathroom!
Just let me take my backpack off!
Come on, tell him something.
You'll go to hell for cheating!
"…no two kisses are the same".
-"No two looks in your eyes." -Into.
I feel it in my head, in my heart. And here too.
Stop it, you.
It's even harder on a beautiful day.
I can only watch.
Sometimes taste it.
I'll ask the chef to cook you something nice.
No. They won't be able to cook it here.
Rhubarb and wine pancakes? Where the hell will I find any wine here?
What do you mean?
No, thank you, but I can't. Not today. I cycled here.
Brilliant!
-Really? -Yes!
"No two kisses are the same."
"No two looks in your eyes."
-Into! -Into…
This is dumb!
It's gibberish!
Patryk! What are you afraid of?
That they will unsuspend my sentence.
That Pablo will kill me if I don't pay off my debt.
Okay, but what's your biggest fear?
Calm down.
-Look at me. -"Yesterday…"
Relax.
Think about what you are reading.
Go on.
"Yesterday, when somebody next to me spoke your name out loud,
I felt as if a rose flew in through an open window."
"Today, when we are finally together, I turned my face towards the wall."
"A rose? What does a rose look like?"
"Is it a flower?"
"Or maybe a stone?"
I picked it for you.
-Aw! It's beautiful. -Right?
Piotr always… He used to give me roses.
You know, it was the most beautiful time in my life.
He died in an accident.
Patryk, dear…
Open that top drawer. There's something for you inside.
It's in a small silver box.
-It's heart-shaped. -Here?
Yes.
I can't accept this.
It's too small to fit on any of my fingers.
What am I supposed to do with this?
When you meet a girl and you fall in love with her,
give her this ring.
But look after that love.
Okay?
I better get going.
Wait.
Stay with me a bit longer.
Okay.
Thank you.
Look at yourself.
There's a mirror here.
Look at yourself and tell me what you see.
Patryk, you just found another reason to be angry.
-I'm sorry. -No need to apologize to me.
Hania…
A dying person
needs to sense that they're allowed to die.
And you wanted to keep Mrs. Hania here. For whom?
Not for Mrs. Hania. For whom then?
For yourself.
Fuck! Doctor!
Doctor!
What was I to say to her?
"Thank you. You were good to me, Miss"?
You were supposed to sit there
and hold her hand.
That's all.
She really wanted you to find your place on earth.
And I think I know where it is.
Come on. I'll show you everything.
Look, here we keep all our potatoes. This… I'll show you later.
Oh, yeah. Put this on.
Here you go. And here…
What are you doing looking at the phone? Get back to work!
See that?
Oh, Patryk.
Try this.
That's not how you slice it!
Did you salt the potatoes?
Why are you butchering the tomatoes?
You stole my towel again!
Delicious!
The egg is most definitely hard-boiled.
One could argue that this is an egg in armor.
You could use it as a frisbee.
Take this away from me!
This is an egg in a thong. Pouring all over down the sides.
Disgusting.
Take it away. I won't let you poison anybody.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is an amazing,
downright soulful, poached egg.
Bravo, and now, please, clean this up.
I'm sure you'll like it.
I'm sure of it.
That's not how you chop leeks!
What a lazy woman!
Hey!
Hey, babe! Babe!
Hey!
Let me help you.
I don't need help from a smart-ass who calls me "babe."
Plus, that was the last bag. Bye!
I'm not a smart-ass, I'm a cook.
And you're a volunteer. That was an official order. Come back.
Let me help you.
Oh, shit! This is really heavy.
Step into my kingdom.
There's worse stuff to do around here than working in the kitchen.
Just relax.
-You have to peel it thinner. -Keep your hands to yourself.
Let me show you how to do it.
I assumed…
that a 30-minute delay must be caused by something really important.
And as I can see, I wasn't wrong.
I'll heat up the pancakes for you, Father.
Go and heat yourself up.
Żaneta! Just don't tell me that I haven't warned you!
He's a repeat offender.
See ya!
Pancakes my ass.
Three months! In Krokowa!
Dude!
I love you!
Put the octopus into boiling water.
-Only for a minute. Remember? -And then into cold water.
-And who's going to be a chef? -Who?
-Who's going to be a chef? -Who?
I'm going to be a chef!
Yogurt, mayo, garlic and tomato puree.
-From the Internet? -No, from my head.
Oh, shit!
A PRACTICAL GUIDE TO MARITAL BLISS
I can see you've taken an interest in poetry.
Tell me. Have you ever been on television?
Sure thing.
Have you? Which station?
A gas station.
The CCTV caught me stealing kabanos sausage.
Great. This means you have experience. So…
let's go.
-To be on television? -To meet people.
On full blast!
What are you doing?
I always pray when you're driving.
That's commendable.
God is not a disgusting old man sitting on a cloud and saying,
"Kowalski, I don't like your ugly mug. I'll give you cancer."
Such a God doesn't exist.
Carry on. It's good.
Okay.
Ziuk, Jan's on the telly! Have a look!
I'm coming.
If that's how you imagine God in your heads,
then as a Catholic priest, I'd prefer for you to be non-believers.
What? Get out!
What's wrong?
Let's swap.
Where are we going?
To the greatest hell on earth.
-Oh, hi Jan. -Hello!
Look, you're the first guest. There's…
-Hi, I forgot to say hello. Jurek. -Hi.
Please.
Please stay behind the monitor.
Give me your hand.
What the fuck is this? Give me a proper mic.
Wait. I'm sorry. Okay. Pay attention.
Hi there, guys. Our first guest to talk to us today.
I give you Father Jan Kaczkowski! A round of applause!
He's come here from the far reaches of Poland!
THE GREAT ORCHESTRA OF CHRISTMAS CHARITY
What are we supposed to say to our loved ones who are…
dying,
who are sick?
We, the terminally ill…
we don't expect you to comfort us, pat us on the head
and constantly repeat, "It's going to be okay."
We need a different message from you.
"Don't be afraid. No matter what happens, I'll stand by you."
"I won't leave you, because I love you."
But in order to be able to say this,
you have to work on it your whole life.
You need to try and make an effort.
Especially when relationships are difficult.
Nothing relieves us from our responsibility
to nurture relationships with those we love the most.
Time.
Time is the most precious thing we can give to each other.
Our own time.
Let's agree that you will call me "father"
only in formal situations, okay?
Just don't call me Jasiek or Janek, or I'll murder you.
-What shall I call you then? -My name's Jan.
It's best if you called me Johnny.
-Hello? -Your test results arrived.
-I don't understand any of this. -Calm down.
Just read what it says, Mom.
-Damn, I forgot the lids. -Wait a second.
"There is a tumor growth,
especially within the brain convexity of the right frontal lobe
in the circumventricular and subcortical white matter of the frontal lobe
with hyperintensities of the parietal lobe…"
-No sweat. -Wait.
Give me the coffee.
"…and hyperintensities of the parietal lobe as seen in the…"
I can't do it. I'll call you later.
So? Andiamo!
Let's go.
Pablo, please, not here.
Who do you think I am?
Jump in. You'll show us around.
Okay! Enough!
-Patryk, what's happened? -It's okay, Mom.
Sit down. Eat. I'll get you something.
Sit down, son. Let me see.
Show me.
-Mom, stop! -Okay, wait.
Have some water. Drink up.
Water's good, it carries ships. Drink.
Who did this to you?
Every time you come here…
-For fuck's sake, Mom… -I have to wipe it off.
Damn it.
Son, what's wrong?
Go to sleep, Dad. Everything's fine.
Look, you've got a letter.
A letter with red stamps.
Courts are not like Pablo.
I wish I had paid these damn fines.
I was embarrassed to ask Jan for money.
I hoped they'd somehow forget about it.
Please call in the next witness.
Please state your name and age.
Jan Kanty Kaczkowski.
-I'm 37 years old. -Occupation?
Bioethicist.
I'm the head of the Padre Pio Hospice in Puck.
I'm a priest of the Roman Catholic Church.
-Does the witness know why he's here? -Yes, I do. I understand.
What does the witness have to say?
Your Honor,
first of all, in the wake of recent events,
I would like to say that I feel personally offended
by the court's lack of trust towards my previous testimony.
And the testimony of the hospice personnel.
I advise the witness to be more concise.
Your Honor,
the true value of a human being
can only be truly seen in the presence of true human tragedy.
I didn't observe Patryk Galewski dancing at a club!
I saw him in a place full of terminally ill and dying people!
This is not a place where you can just swan around
and then simply tick off your community service.
Your Honor,
did the accused Patryk Galewski fake it
when he was holding the hand of a terminally ill and lonely man?
In my mind's eye…
I can see…
the smiles of many patients.
When a dying man
smiles at the sight of another human being,
it's either his closest relative who loves him
or just a very good person…
whom he trusts and whose presence he looks forward to.
Taking into consideration all the evidence
and the recent deliberations
the court finds that the defendant is highly skilled at manipulation
and therefore created a false image of himself.
The court doesn't believe in the defendant's rehabilitation
and decided to unsuspend his sentence,
hereby ordering the said sentence of three years to be served in prison.
You just have to go through this.
I know you can do it.
Will you be my wife?
Will you marry me?
You're serious?
Okay.
I'm giving you this one chance to tell me
that this is some kind of joke, that you're asking me…
You're asking me to marry you just before going to prison.
Because if you're being serious, I should fucking kick you out!
Please, take it.
How is it supposed to work?
You'll hang my picture next to your bunk…
Karwowski is going nuts again but we have it under control.
Oh, Galewski. Welcome back!
-With the Grypsers. -No.
What? You don't want to?
I'm not being locked up with them.
Let's go.
How are you holding up?
I'm used to it.
I was 12 when I got arrested for the first time.
I was home in 24 hours.
My father took me to his friends
and started bragging as if I had won a math competition.
I thought this is what life looks like.
A year behind bars and then six months on the outside.
And you know what?
Now I know I have someone to come back to.
The warden and I are trying to come up with something.
Probably from next week…
-What the fuck!? I'll kill you! -All against the wall!
You may be released during the day to work at the hospice.
We're trying to reduce your sentence.
Hello, Archbishop.
He used to say that you need to keep your affairs in order.
To finish what you started.
To keep your word.
And he kept his.
My sentence was reduced.
It's great to have a place to go back to.
-Sir, when a candle is… -Hi there.
Pablo…
Pablo's mom ended up in the hospice.
And Johnny did what he was best at.
He noticed, he understood and gave a hug.
He arranged everything so that I could go back
to my normal, respectable life.
What's going on?
Are you serious?
You're going to be a dad.
I'm going to be a dad.
That monster destroyed my life, and the lives of my mother and sister.
Him dying alone means that there's some justice in this world.
Mr. Marcin…
Please, believe me.
Really. I understand your position.
You don't understand!
Did he ask you? Did he ask you to do this?
If you want, come to Gdynia. I'll show you the scars.
And this is the silence…
that we really long for.
But at the same time, we are really afraid of it.
Because we can hear ourselves very clearly.
Jesus.
Thank you.
I can still do a thing or two.
Tomorrow, you have an appointment at San Marco.
Jan, I can't do it.
-It's the best restaurant in Tricity. -Stop it!
Cut that crap!
You're the best cook I have ever known.
Just don't be late, okay?
Because I vouched for you.
Be there at 3:00 p.m. sharp.
You have a job interview.
I'm going to see Mr. Roman.
To tell him the not-so-good news.
But that's life.
I need a favor.
How much was this crap?
-Two hundred zlotys. -How much?
Nothing. I borrowed it from work.
-Do you have everything? -Yep.
The owner of San Marco has just called.
There must be some…
reasonable explanation for you not turning up.
It must have been something I haven't considered
since the cancer must have already devoured my brain.
So, this is the moment when you tell me what happened.
I fucked up big time.
How did you think this would go?
What time is it?
It's 3:03 p.m. Are we going to that restaurant?
Tell me. What was the plan?
Fuck!
To drag a tied-up man in here and then what?
Force him to reconcile with his father?
But I did this for you.
"Whatever you did to one of these least brothers of mine,
you did to me."
Fuck! Either this is true or it's just a myth.
Do you want to be a father? Or just a thug?
You're not the one to teach me about fatherhood!
Thank you.
Of course.
I'd be most happy to come over and beg.
Could I please ask you
to text me later on?
Yes. Thank you. Take care. God bless.
-You could give up some responsibilities. -No, I can't.
What's happened there?
Some kind of accident?
Yes.
Let's go.
Come on, step off already!
Ziuk, to tell you the truth that sounded a bit ambiguous.
With God's help I'd prefer not to step off just yet.
What kind of dumb religion makes suffering a prerequisite for salvation?
Why is it you and not me?
And don't give me that speech about Christ's suffering,
because I'm fucking furious.
Ziuk, please, stop. Not now.
What you could have done as a father has been already done.
And you did a great job.
And I'm really grateful.
But for crying out loud, stop blaming yourself.
Because it's my life.
And now stop interfering with what I was called to do.
Thank you.
I'll go by myself.
You have to be the best possible partner…
for Żaneta.
The best.
Do you get it?
Do you understand?
And be the best dad in the world.
The best.
Yes?
Roman Zalewski.
I'm his son.
I'm very sorry, but your father passed away last night.
Could you check again?
I'm sorry.
When a cold is sucking the joy out of your life…
Look what I bought.
…grab a tried and tested remedy to deal with it quickly.
Before use, read the leaflet or consult a doctor or a pharmacist.
Any medicine used inappropriately…
Do we have to listen to this?
And we're back.
Unfortunately, Father Jan Kaczkowski, won't be coming to our studio today.
We wish him all the best.
Let's play him a song, on full blast.
The number is currently unavailable.
Jan.
You have a visitor.
Hi.
I'm here.
I'm right here.
You know…
It's going to be a boy.
I think.
I feel it's going to be a boy.
You know what I'm going to name him?
Mom…
Put your hand on his forehead.
INSTEAD OF WAITING YOUR WHOLE LIFE FOR SOMETHING, START LIVING TODAY.
IT'S MUCH LATER THAN YOU THINK. FATHER JAN KACZKOWSKI
We put a delicious, rare sirloin with the sauce straight into our mouths
and we are engulfed by this mystical sensation.
A glass of wine. Make it two, we're on holiday.
And then you experience the wonderful flavor
and you say to yourself, "God, you really exist!"
The wine will go down well.
Flying as a piece of luggage is the best way to travel.
Okay, throw it in.
Cut it evenly, okay?
Nice one.
Your wife's here.
Jan, hey!
Subtitle translation by: Lukasz Dutka