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[gears rattling, clanking]
[chorus singing solemn Polish hymnal]
[bell-like tinkling]
Hey, it's that weirdo from Sopot.
You know what happened to our normal priest?
Did you lock the back door?
[Polish hip-hop song playing]
Help! I'm being robbed!
[song pauses]
[tapping echoes]
[Polish hip-hop song resumes]
[runner grunts]
[grunting]
[song trails off]
[solemn choral music playing]
[no audible dialogue]
[gate buzzing]
[heavy door opening]
SERWUS SINGLE PLY TOILET PAPER
[gate buzzing]
[gate closes]
[inmate] Hey there, Patty-boy.
-Back already? -[guard] Be quiet.
[gate closes]
Against the wall.
[guard] Go in.
Move your ass out.
You heard him. Move your ass!
[door slams shut]
[man] Respect.
[bold rock song playing]
In here, you're fucked without it.
You feel useless and alone.
Just like the priest.
Not only could he barely see or walk,
but he was a chatterbox
and an outsider.
The thing about my town is,
if you're not from here, no one's gonna listen to you.
And when these folks make up their mind,
even God knows to give up.
But by some miracle, he never did.
He limped where no man cared about going before.
Life always made him walk uphill.
That's why he talked to people nobody else wanted to talk to anymore.
[priest] You still have a mouth to smoke with?
Thank goodness for that.
Come on then, take a drag.
Well, okay.
Good morning.
So as they sing during pilgrimages…
♪ Brother, come light my cig Keep it burning ♪
♪ Oh, brother, come give me a light Hallelujah ♪
-Good morning. Thank you. -Morning.
[man] From the very beginning, they never gave him a chance.
When he was born, he weighed less than a kilogram.
[priest] Think of this as a kind of vacation.
'Cause why not? Lie down and rest.
[man] Maybe that's why he had a thing for lost causes.
You'll have plenty of time in your life for walking.
Fourteen days after ovulation,
you can still knock somebody up, unless you got a rubber.
[student] Not a problem for you.
[priest] Well done. Awesome. Your prize is pajama bottoms.
[man] No one cared about these vocational school losers.
But he won them over.
You get the hell out of here!
[man] This was the first time we met.
-[priest] Do you hear me? -But he didn't remember it.
At least, I hope he didn't.
[student] When this sick dude sees us, I bet he'll fucking croak right there.
[driver] How about you stop talking? Put your phones on silent.
[priest] And stop… stop dropping all the F-bombs,
or… or I'll ask Nurse Ania to give you an enema.
[students laughing]
[student] Fuck me, we're going slower than that bike!
He was the only one who didn't write these boys off.
And when he needed their help, they didn't let him down.
He knew that the things they were about to see would change their lives.
Just be careful. Don't break it before we even start, okay?
Uh-huh.
-Easy. -Yeah.
-Did you bring the mattress? -Yup, got it.
Good evening, Mr. Brunon.
It's Father Jan.
How are you feeling?
[faint, weak moaning]
Get set up, guys.
[Jan] Are you in pain?
I know it hurts. We'll do something about it, okay?
-[pained moaning] -[Jan] Ania!
-[Jan] Oh, that one was rough. -[Ania] Stop the car.
[Jan] What?
Hold on.
Is something wrong? Ania!
Thank you! Thank you for your dedica…
Ania, I thank you with all my heart, okay?
I thank for your time.
Jan, please. My shift is starting in three hours.
I know how you feel, it's just…
What… What more can I… What more can I do?
We have no money, no medicine, and no medical supplies. We have nothing.
I know. But seriously, I… I thank you with… with all my heart.
-[door slams shut] -[man] Ania was right.
The shabby hospice-on-wheels was a disaster.
-So that's when Jan had his crazy idea. -[man 2] Son, you're out of your mind.
I'm not… not saying otherwise.
What do you even know about running an institution like that?
Look, Magda, tell him something before I lose my cool.
Dad…
-You wouldn't like me when I'm angry! -Thank you.
Jan's never let us tell him what to do before.
why would this time be any different? Hmm?
He's been ignoring our advice for 20 years.
You don't have enough problems?
Is this the wine from the discount store?
-Let me try. -Here's a glass.
-There. -Hmm. It was on sale.
Uh, I'll take that.
Mmm. That's strong.
It'll do. It'll do fine.
First of all,
I… I'd like to thank everyone
for your support.
And… And secondly…
Oh, wow.
And secondly, I…
-[mother] Don't touch with your fingers! -Mom!
-Have the burnt one. -[Jan] Yes, that's great.
"Secondly"?
Merci beaucoup.
And… And secondly, don't overreact.
I'm not ignoring anybody.
I really do value your opinions.
[Magda] But you don't listen to us.
[all laugh]
And thirdly, Filip!
I don't think this sort of thing requires any secret knowledge.
Does it?
Magda? What do we need?
Doors, right? Windows? A roof?
And there!
A house!
[Filip] Well, it's a little bit more complicated than that.
Well, if it's something you can do,
then honestly, it can't be that hard, can it?
[imitating liturgical cadence] Certainly not as hard as what you do.
-[phone ringing] -It's the Lord's work, you jerk.
-Your phone's ringing. It's ringing! -Pour me a bit more?
Here's to us.
[Jan] Just… Just give me a moment. Please, I can explain.
[man] When I call you, you pick up!
Let me remind you that in the priesthood, we vowed to be modest and humble.
We are servants of God, understand? Servants!
Uh, we serve the people, like Jesus.
You're not building any hospice on my turf without my consent!
You fucking hear me?
[receiver clatters]
God be with you.
[Jan sighs]
[emotional Polish pop song playing]
[Jan sighs]
[man] He thought of his hero.
Jerzy, I'm begging you.
[man] Jerzy Popiełuszko.
I'm begging you to take this fear away from me.
[singer singing in Polish]
[man] So one day, he just went for it.
He got a loan and bought some land.
Soon his big dream was becoming a reality.
But he just kept doing the same thing he'd always done.
[spirited song continuing]
[no audible dialogue]
[song trails off]
[man] He was no longer afraid.
OPENING OF THE PADRE PIO HOSPICE
He fought for everyone,
except himself.
[distorted heavy breathing]
[vehicle approaching]
[muffled phone line ringing]
Hello? It's Father Jan Kaczkowski.
You know what? I've… I've changed my mind.
I'll do that MRI after all.
[stammering] When can I expect the test results?
They'll be done when they're done. Ask the girl at reception.
Alright, I'll… I'll ask at reception.
Okay, thank you.
[attendant] Cash or credit?
[keypad beeping]
[bell tolling in distance]
[sighs]
You came through, Jerzy. Above and beyond.
Now you have to get me out of this somehow.
[man] Glioblastoma in the right hemisphere.
That's glioma. Grade four.
How old is your brother?
He's 35.
Mmm.
Half a year.
Every day he lives after that will be a world record.
I'm sorry.
I understand.
Thank you, Professor. Forgive the intrusion.
-Grandpa, can you fix my horse? -One second.
Good evening.
-Goodbye. -All right, let's operate. Come.
[sighs]
This would be easier
if you could just stop moving that egghead of yours.
[Jan] Well, if you had conceived me with better eyes,
I wouldn't have to.
Maybe I'd finally see for myself
why I'm as handsome as… as Brad Pitt,
as Mom claims.
[man] Life is never really fair. Every day is judgment day.
And Jan was judged harsher than most.
OPERATION IN PROGRESS
-[gate alarm buzzing] -[gate opens]
-[gate slams shut] -[man] And my sentence
was suspended.
For now, at least, I was in the clear.
How are you feeling after the operation?
[Jan sighs]
[stammering] Well, nothing special. It's cancer.
Mmm. Well said.
Maybe that should be the official title of our new book.
Yeah, sure. Why not?
Uh, I have nothing to lose anymore, so it's up to you.
I think I like it.
[Magda chuckles]
I'M WILD AND BRAVE.
Perfect cover.
[door opening]
[Jan's father] Your holy colleague is here.
Come on. Get up. Slowly.
You're nothing but a narcissist and an eccentric.
And that hospice of yours, it's outright lawlessness.
[Jan's mother] Have a drink.
-Thank you. -Careful.
You're even using your illness to promote it.
[somber music playing]
Tell me, why…
are you doing this, Archbishop?
One minute!
[stammering] The hospice…
…is a secular organization.
And of course, it draws on Church teachings,
And not priests' opinions.
Moreover, to make myself clear…
Well, I'm not…
not really interested in how many different properties you have,
and… well, and how you got them.
Don't you dare!
I do not care about that.
Just as I have no interest concerning your… your alcoholism.
So with all due respect, I ask for the same.
[Jan] God be with you.
Mom!
[in French] Do you smell sulfur too?
Maybe I do.
When this gentleman leaves, we'll open a window.
[Jan's father in English] Goodbye, sir.
[door closes]
[Jan] So much for the glory of Rome.
How'd I do, Ziuk?
Tough?
Pablo, come on. How long have you known me?
You got a week.
[door closes]
[engine turns over]
[car departing]
[knocking at door]
[man] Open up!
[knocking]
[door rattles]
[rapid knocking]
Hey, Mom.
For fuck's sake.
[man 2] What?
[indistinct chatter]
[man] 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.
Because sometimes, instead of years in prison,
they only want hours.
Community service hours.
Yeah. I think… I think it shouldn't be… be a problem.
You know how it is, ma'am.
We're here today and gone… gone tomorrow.
Jesus!
Uh, praise be to, uh, Jesus Christ.
Forever and ever.
About my re… Uh, re…
[Jan] Take a step back, please.
I must say, you're making your presence pungently felt today. Hmm?
Three-hundred-sixty hours of community service.
-Mmm. -Ah, congratulations. Carpe diem.
Uh what can you do, apart from breaking the law?
Uh, well, I used to work in construction.
And what else did I do? Um…
Okay, I… I get it.
-But what do you enjoy doing? -Enjoy? Um…
In general, the same as other people. Drink, fuck and turn the radio up.
I can make you a good soup out of nothing. I can, uh… I can fix things
All right, tomorrow you'll check in, uh, with Nurse Ania at the office.
And remember, show up rested.
And… And be stone-cold sober.
One… One complaint, and you're gone.
There you go.
Thank you, sir.
"Just drink, fuck and turn the radio up "
[Ania] Excuse me?
[man] I figured I'd gotten lucky for once.
Just some grandpas in wheelchairs. The place was clean and bright.
Instead of the slammer, I get vacation.
Hey, over here, young man. Come on over here quickly.
Come in. What are you afraid of? Take him by the hip. Be gentle.
Hey, hey. Patryk, listen. Pay attention and you'll learn quickly.
Okay. Now hold him. Be gentle.
Okay.
[Patryk gagging]
[Patryk vomiting]
[Patryk] I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to smell it.
[electro-dance club music playing]
I had to go unwind in some place normal.
[laughs]
[grunts]
Whoa, what the fuck?
-Pablo, I swear I'll pay you back. -Three days!
[cheering]
[music trails off]
Where is that scoundrel?
[loud rushing]
[Jan] What'll it be, Patryk?
Are you just going to sit there and smoke,
or will you act like a man and do your community work?
Patryk, please.
Responsibility is about following through on your commitments.
If you start a thing, then you gotta finish it.
And… And the… the hospice,
there's more to it than… than meets the eye.
Tell me. You smoke a lot?
-A bit. -"A bit."
Is that a bit more or a bit less?
It depends.
On what, the weather?
Tell me something.
You said you liked fixing stuff.
I know a thing or two.
Okay, so tomorrow,
when you've rested, of course, drop by at the hospice.
Oh, fine. Give me that joint.
People think I smoke pot anyway, so…
Do you, Father?
Um, this is my first time. Dead serious.
[Jan humming]
Oh, look.
♪ Gray skies are gonna clear up Put on a happy face ♪
♪ Brush off the clouds and cheer up Put on a happy face ♪
[Jan] Goodbye. God bless.
You're welcome, Father!
[hip-hop beat playing]
[Patryk] Maybe Jan saw right through me, despite his terrible eyesight.
But he didn't care.
I figured I'd just fix a few screws, run some errands, paint a thing or two.
And above all, I wouldn't bump into Pablo.
[music halts]
[music resumes]
[laughs] Oh shit!
[frame shattering]
[wheelchair approaching]
[woman] What are you doing here?
Get out of my room!
Now!
[breathing shakily]
Oh! Patryk.
Twenty-four hours have passed since Mr. Henryk left us.
That's why we put that candle out.
How are you doing?
Is everything okay?
More or less.
Well, I don't know, is it more or is it less?
Maybe, as the Italians say, it's così-così.
Uh, okay then. Tell me, do you ever think about God at all, Patryk?
God doesn't give a fuck about me.
[hip-hop beat playing]
[man] Knight to C-6.
Do you really think that God doesn't, as you say,
"Give a fuck?"
Not about me.
-[Jan] Why? -[Patryk] 'Cause he knows what I did.
[Jan] Do you really think it's only God that knows the messes you've made?
He drinks a lot, guess it piled up.
[Jan] From what I know, it's, well, hardly a great secret.
Channel one, politics. Channel two, films.
-Channel eight, pornography. -Hmm?
[Jan] You're the one who decides what happens in your life.
[Jan] All you have to do now is figure out what that is,
what you can do at this very moment!
-Now? -Yes.
[Patryk] Hey, Gramps.
Did you ever fuck up in life?
[deep, wheezing cough]
-[woman] Good morning, Father. -Good morning, hello.
-[woman 2] Good morning. Hello. -Hello. Good morning.
God bless our volunteers.
Honore est in honorante.
♪ All glory and praise be to Lord Jesus ♪
Hello everybody. How are we?
Straighten up!
Patryk? What's up?
I put gaskets in the sinks, fixed the lights in room number one.
Uh, I'll get back to fixing the closets when I'm done with this here.
Patryk, Patryk, relax. Have you taken a break?
For a smoke?
The girl from room number two asked me to fix this.
Oh that's… that's Agnieszka. Agnieszka has a little son.
He's four years old. He calls her every day. Go take it to her.
[Patryk] I'll charge it up for you.
Damn it.
It's a bit too short. Hold on.
There.
[soft, emotional music playing]
Uh, vertical or horizontal?
-It doesn't matter. -Doesn't matter? Okay then.
[Patryk] You have to speak up.
-[Patryk] Father? -[Jan] Yeah?
[Patryk] She's so young.
[Jan] Yeah. Why?
What's she doing here?
Are you… Are you trying to ask me if… if Agnieszka will die?
My dear son.
If you're watching this, that means it's your 18th birthday.
Well, I guess that means that you're finally an adult now.
[no audible dialogue]
[ominous undertones playing]
[ominous music intensifying]
And fourth gear.
We have to raise as much money as we can.
If the book sells well, we… we'll be all right.
How much longer?
-What? -You know what I mean.
What, you're asking how much time I have left?
[Patryk] Mm-hmm.
Uh, the doctors claim I have six more months or so.
I await God's plan.
This is why I have to leave the hospice up and running smoothly.
So that's why we have to act fast and… Oh, sorry, I'm drifting.
[passing car honks horn]
Phew. He just missed his chance to kill us!
-[Patryk] Keep your eyes on the road. -[Jan] Patryk, stop yelling at me.
You've got me all stressed out.
[man] Listen. I've got a secret mission for you.
Are you up to the task?
Well, what's in it for me, Roman?
Here, I made a shopping list.
[rousing, spirited music playing]
[Roman] He's got you all wrapped around his finger.
Of course, he's got everyone except you, Mr. Roman.
Don't you believe that… that a man can change?
[Roman] Believe what you want, Father. It will be easier for you.
Quit staring!
Thank you, Mrs. Grażynka. What's your problem, sir?
[Roman] I've known dirtbags like him my whole life and I know one thing.
-You buying or what? -Get this here.
[Roman] A thief will always be a thief.
Hurry up. Are you gonna take all day?
-Give me a second. -We're in a hurry.
[Jan] Mr. Roman, I…
What can I say to you?
I think that… that you are truly an excellent chess player.
Congratulations.
So where's the change?
You drinking tonight?
Give it to the priest.
[rousing, spirited music continuing]
Get out of here!
["Find My Way" by The Gabe Dixon Band playing]
Now you can take it back to… to Mr. Roman.
And you tell him that…
this is a thank you
for… for his participation in an experiment on… on rehabilitation.
The all-knowing Mr. Roman assumed
that, zap, you'd take the cash and you'd never be seen again.
What's that thing with the pawn in chess? It reaches the other side.
Then it… it's called a… a promotion?
A promotion is a situation in which a pawn
can be changed into a stronger chess piece.
But your conscience won.
Although to… to be honest, I never doubted you.
[rousing music continues]
-[Jan] You know, Roman? -Yes?
[Jan] Everyone deserves forgiveness.
[Roman] Hope so.
♪ Find my way ♪
♪ Find my way home ♪
♪ Find my way ♪
♪ Find my way home ♪
[Patryk] How was it possible that Pablo never got me?
Maybe he had to skip town.
Either way, I was finally sleeping soundly at night.
As for Jan, his flock grew faster than he'd ever dreamed.
[music swells, fades away]
[tinny cellphone ring tone playing]
[congregation mutters]
[Jan clears throat]
[phone stops ringing]
What are you doing in here?
I brought you a blanket.
I want you to leave now.
Then knock next time, and wait for me to let you in.
And take this with you.
-[woman] Who is it? -I got your blanket.
[woman] "Me" who?
Fuck this.
Patryk! I brought a blanket!
[woman] Please come in.
I've got one thing to say, miss.
I don't give a shit if you use it, but Father asked me to bring it.
And you're gonna want it, cause it's really cold out.
[storm rumbling]
[somber music playing]
[thunder booms in distance]
Did he hear us?
Honestly?
I… I don't know.
But I believe he did.
[Jan] Here. Patryk is holding your hand, sir.
And he loves, loves, loves you.
Very much.
Patryk, tell Mr. Józef you love him.
-[Patryk] I love you, sir. -[Jan] Mr. Józef.
Let's pray.
Lord, have mercy upon us.
Repeat after me. Have mercy upon us.
-Lord, have mercy upon us. -Have mercy upon us.
Saint Peter and Paul. Please pray for us.
Please pray for us.
[both] Please pray for us.
-Saint Barnabas, pray for us. -Pray for us.
-Saint Stanislav, pray for us. -Pray for us.
-Saint Martin, pray for us. -Pray for us.
Saint… Saint Patrick.
I'm so proud… I'm so proud that I had the opportunity
to meet such a wonderful man like you, Mr. Józef!
I'm with you with all my heart,
and I will stay with you till the very end!
I love you!
[solemn music playing]
[no audible dialogue]
[objects rattling]
Take care, Józef.
See you soon.
Father, I didn't know what to do!
He just grabbed my hand like he wanted something from me.
He was staring at me like he wanted something.
-I don't know what he wanted. -Patryk, enough! Stop!
Whatever he wanted you to do, you did it perfectly.
And I thank you for it.
[gentle, somber music playing]
[clattering in distance]
[man] Ah, Patryk.
[Patryk] Come on. Come on now.
One, two. [grunts]
-[door opens] -[man] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Go sleep.
[man muttering blearily]
[birdsong]
I fixed it.
Is that you?
It is.
Cool pic.
Uh, "Her creative approach is a wonderful presentation indeed."
"She doesn't walk so much as floats."
"You could fall in love looking in her eyes."
"However, as she opens her mouth to recite, she sounds false."
"Especially in the final scene, she felt very bland."
"This young actress either lacks the talent,
sufficient experience, or possibly effective directing."
[chuckles]
[spirited, folksy music playing]
-Patryk, can you please help? It's stuck. -What's wrong? Doesn't wanna go?
Just give it a push! Damn.
There it is. Okay.
There.
♪ Slow down, everybody's into you ♪
♪ …no idea what you think you do ♪
I rejected his advances. He was a jerk. Lord of jerks!
"There's a new star in the theatrical firmame…"
"Fir… Firmament."
♪ Shake your hand You got no idea what these hands can do ♪
-Thanks for saying so. -[laughs] And at your age!
Come on, what are you doing?
-They're terrible. -Next time paint yourself.
I don't know how to do it.
Patryk, the door handle is loose in the bathroom again!
Just let me drop my bag and I'll do it!
Can you just tell this guy off?
-You'll go to hell for cheating, Gramps! -For once…
"No two kisses are the same."
-"Nor two 'itenticle' looks." -"Identical!"
I feel it in my head and my heart.
-And here as well. -Now, you stop that Patryk!
It's even harder on beautiful days.
I can only watch from a distance,
and maybe get a small taste.
I'll tell the kitchen to cook you something nice.
No. They'd never do a thing like that in here.
Pancakes with rhubarb and red wine sauce?
Where am I gonna find any wine around here?
You were saying?
Oh, no. No, thank you. I'm sorry, but I can't.
I rode here on my bicycle.
They're amazing!
-Really? -Yeah!
"No two kisses are the same."
"Nor two 'itentacle' looks into your eyes."
-"Identical!" -[Patryk splutters, groans]
This is so stupid!
It's gibberish!
[Jan] Patryk! What are you afraid of?
[Patryk] That they'll unsuspend my sentence and I'll go to prison.
Or Pablo will kill me if I don't pay off my debt.
Okay, but what do you fear the most?
[uplifting music continues]
Calm yourself.
Patryk, come on. Just look at me and relax.
Think about the things as you are reading them.
Okay?
"Yesterday, when somebody next to me spoke your name out loud,
I felt as though a rose had just flown in through an open window."
"Today, as we are finally together, I turned my face towards the wall."
"A rose? What does a rose look like?"
"Is it a flower?"
"Or is it a stone?"
♪ Shake your hands You got no idea what these hands can do ♪
♪ Show a difference to who you are In the things that you do ♪
[song trails off]
I picked it for you.
Oh. Beautiful.
Yeah.
My Peter always… He would always bring me roses.
[chuckles]
I think that was the most beautiful time in my life.
He died in an accident.
Patryk, dear?
Go and open… open the drawer for me and look.
There's something inside for you.
In a small silver box in the top drawer.
It's… It's heart-shaped.
Here?
Yes.
No, I can't accept this.
You know, Patryk, It won't even fit on my finger anymore.
So what do I do with it?
When you finally meet
a girl you could spend the rest of your life with,
give this ring to her.
But then you need to take care of that love.
Okay?
I should get going.
No, wait.
Sit here a while longer.
Okay.
Thank you.
[gentle, somber music playing]
[Jan] Look at yourself.
There's the mirror.
Look at yourself and tell me what you see.
Patryk, all you've found is another reason to be angry.
-I'm sorry. -But you don't owe me an apology.
[gentle, somber music continuing]
Hania?
When a person is dying,
they need to feel they are allowed to die.
But you wanted to keep Hania here.
Keep her for whom?
[Jan] I doubt you wanted it for her.
Then for who?
Oh shit!
For yourself.
Fuck! Doctor!
Call the doctor!
What should I have told her?
"Thank you"? "You've been good to me"?
[no audible dialogue]
[Jan] You were supposed to sit there
and hold Hania by the hand.
[Patryk sniffles]
That's all.
[somber, melancholy music playing]
I know that she wanted for you to find your place on this Earth.
I think I know where that is.
Come. I'll show you everything.
Look, here's where we keep our potatoes.
I'll show you this later.
Oh, right. Put this on.
Here you go. And here…
What are you doing looking at your phones? Get back to work! Ugh!
Did you see that?
[quirky music playing]
Oh, Patryk.
Try with this.
That's not how you're supposed to slice it!
Did you salt the potatoes?
Why are you butchering the tomatoes like that? Ugh.
You stole my towel again!
[slurps]
Delicious!
[Jan] The egg is most definitely hard-boiled.
One could argue that the egg is encased in armor.
You could probably use it as a frisbee.
Please take it away!
This one's wearing a thong. Everything is sliding out from the sides.
It's absolutely gross.
Take it! I won't allow you to poison anyone with this!
[rapid tapping]
[splutters]
[muffled splash]
[music intensifies]
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is an amazing, downright soulful poached egg.
Bravo. Please clean this up now.
I know you'll like it back here.
I'm sure of it, Patryk.
That's not how you chop leeks! Idiot!
What's taking so long, babe?
Hey!
Babe, hold on! Hold on.
Hey!
Let me help you.
First of all, I don't need any help from a wiseass who keeps calling me babe.
And secondly, that's the last bag. Bye!
I'm not a wiseass, I'm a cook.
And you're a volunteer and that was an official order, so come back.
Let me help you.
Oh, shit! This is really heavy.
I welcome you into my kingdom.
Trust me, there's much worse stuff to do around this place
than working in the kitchen.
Relax, Żaneta.
Yeah. [Patryk chuckles]
Now… Now you've got it.
[Żaneta] Oh, yeah?
[Patryk] But you're still…
-[Żaneta] I think it looks fine. -Not fine enough for the cook.
Before it goes here in the barrel,
you have to slice it thinner, you know?
[Żaneta laughs] Keep your hands to yourself.
-Thinner! Wait. Let me show you this. -[clears throat]
[Patryk] I…
[Jan] I assumed that a 30-minute delay
must be caused by something really important.
-Um… -And as I see now, I was right.
Father, I'll heat up those pancakes for you now.
Go and heat yourself up.
[Jan laughing]
Żaneta!
Ah, I warned you, remember?
This boy's a repeat offender!
See ya!
Pancakes, my ass!
[Patryk] Three months in Krokowa!
Oh, dude!
Father Jan, I love you!
[man] Patryk! Put the octopus in boiling water.
-But only for a minute. Got it? -Yeah, then I rinse in cold water.
-[Patryk] Who's gonna be a chef? -[Jan] This is what you wanted?
-Who's gonna be a chef? -Who's gonna be a chef?
I'm gonna be a chef! [Patryk laughs]
[Patryk] Yogurt, mayo and garlic. Um, tomato puree.
Is that from the internet?
The internet? It's mine!
[pot simmering]
Fuck!
A PRACTICAL GUIDE TO MARITAL BLISS
I see you've taken quite the interest in poetry, huh?
Patryk, tell me please, have you ever been on TV?
[Patryk] Of course.
-What? Really? -Mm-hmm.
On what station?
The gas station.
[Jan chuckling]
Security cam caught me stealing.
[Jan grunts]
Great. This means you have some experience. So…
let's go.
-We're gonna be on TV? -To face the audience.
Face the people on full blast!
What's wrong with you? What are you doing?
I always pray when you're driving.
Very commendable.
[rollicking rock music playing]
I don't think that God is a nasty old coot who sits up there on a cloud saying,
"Kowalski, I can't stand your ugly mug. There's cancer for you."
There… There is no such God.
[producer] Great. Stay on this topic.
-I also believe… -[producer] Very good.
[Jan's mother] Ziuk, Jan's on TV! Come and look!
I'm coming.
Ladies and gentlemen, if that's the image of God in your heads,
then I truly think, as a Catholic priest, I'd prefer if you didn't believe at all.
What is it? Scram!
[engine revs]
[rollicking Polish rock song playing]
[tires screech]
[coughs]
[tires screech]
Shit!
What's wrong?
Let's switch.
Hey, where are we going anyway?
Um, to the greatest hellfire on this earth.
[energetic rock music playing]
[rock singer singing in Polish]
-Oh, hi Jan. -Hi.
You're the first guest. You can head up and…
Hi, I forgot to say hello. I'm Jurek. Um…
-Oh, excuse me. -Right this way.
Sir, can I have you stay behind the monitor? Thank you.
[Jurek] Okay. Give me your hand.
What the fuck is this? Give me a proper mic.
Wait. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Okay. Here we go.
Hey guys, please welcome the first guest to grace us with his presence.
Father Jan Kaczkowski! Let's give him a hand, everybody!
He's joining us from the other side of the country. A round of applause!
[audience cheering]
THE GREAT ORCHESTRA OF CHRISTMAS CHARITY
What do we say to any of our loved ones who may be…
may be dying,
who may be sick?
[gentle music playing]
We, the terminally ill…
We don't expect you to comfort us,
to constantly pat us on our heads
just repeating, "It'll be okay, it'll be okay, it'll be okay."
We need a different message from you.
"Don't be afraid. Whichever way this goes, I'll stand by you.
I'm not going to leave, because I love you."
But in order for you to be able to say that,
You have to work on it. Work on it your whole life.
You need to… You need to make an effort,
especially when our personal relationships are difficult.
Nothing, and I repeat, nothing relieves us of our obligation to nurture
the relationships we have with the people we love the most.
[gentle music continuing]
Time.
Time is the most precious thing that we can give to each other.
Our private time.
[audience cheering]
[Jan] Let's agree on one thing.
You will call me "Father" only during formal situations, okay?
But if you ever call me Little Jan or Janny-boy, I'll kill you.
-What should I call you? -My name is Jan.
But it's best if you called me Johnny.
[laughs]
[no audible dialogue]
[phone ringing]
-Hello? -[Jan's mother] Jan, your results are in.
-Mom, relax. -I don't understand any of this.
Read me the results, please.
-[Patryk] I forgot the lids. -Okay, wait a sec.
"There is a noticeable tumor growth,
especially within the brain convexity of the right frontal lobe,
in white matter of the periventricular and subcortical lobes…"
-[Jan's mother breathes shakily] Hold on. -You got it.
Coffee please.
"And the hyperintensities of the parietal lobe as shown…"
[Jan's mother cries]
I can't do it. I'll call you later.
Well? Andiamo.
Let's go.
[somber music playing]
Pablo, don't do this here, please.
Who do you think I am?
Jump in. Show us the neighborhood.
-[blows landing] -[Patryk grunting]
Okay! Enough!
[Patryk wheezing]
[car doors slamming]
[car departing]
-Patryk, what happened? -It's okay, Mom.
Sit… Sit down. Eat something. Sit down. I'll find you something.
Sit down, son. Let me see.
[Patryk grunts]
Show me what happened.
-Stop, Mom! -Okay. Hold on a second.
Have some water. Drink up, son.
If it's good for the fish, it's good for you.
Who did this?
Every time you come in…
-Fuck, Mom. -Well… Well, I have to wipe it off.
[Patryk winces]
Goddamn it.
[Patryk's father] Son, what's wrong?
Go to sleep, Dad. Sleep. Everything's fine.
Listen, you've got a letter.
[Patryk] Another red stamp letter.
The courts aren't like Pablo.
I wish I had paid these damn fines.
I was ashamed to ask Jan for money.
I'd hoped they'd forget the whole thing.
[pounding at door]
[judge] Please call in the next witness.
[judge] Please state your name and age.
Jan Kanty Kaczkowski.
-Thirty-seven years old. -Occupation?
[Jan] Bioethicist.
I'm the head of the St. Padre Pio Hospice in Puck.
I'm a priest of the Roman Catholic Church.
-Does the witness know why he is here? -Yes, Your Honor, I do.
You may begin your testimony now.
Your Honor,
First of all, considering my experience with these proceedings thus far,
I would like to say that I feel personally offended
by the court's lack of trust
towards my former testimony
and the testimony of the entire personnel at the hospice.
[judge] I ask the witness to be brief.
Your Honor,
the true value of a human being
can only be measured in the presence of human tragedy.
I did not observe Patryk Galewski dancing at a night club!
I saw his actions in a place full of terminally ill people!
It's not a place where you can just… just scrape by
do nothing and the minimum
and check off your required service hours!
Your Honor,
Did the defendant, Patryk Galewski, fake his actions?
[somber music playing]
While he was holding the hand of a terminally ill and lonely man?
I see them in my mind.
My patients.
I can see their many smiles.
When a dying man smiles
at the sight of another human being…
[stammering] He's either with his closest relative, a loved one,
or just a good and decent person.
A person he can trust
and wants to see.
[music intensifies]
[judge] The court has reached a verdict.
Will the defendant please rise?
On the matter of the state versus Patryk Galewski,
taking into consideration all the evidence presented to the court
and relying on these recent deliberations,
we conclude that the defendant is highly skilled at manipulation
and has been able to create a false image of his persona.
The court doesn't believe in the defendant's successful rehabilitation,
and orders the sentence to be served.
The court hereby issues its verdict of three years in prison without parole.
[Jan] You just have to get through this.
I know you can do it.
[sorrowful music playing]
[somber music playing]
Will you… Will you be my wife?
Will you marry me?
[Żaneta chuckles]
You're serious?
Okay.
You have one chance, and one chance only,
to tell me this is all a dumb joke.
That you're not seriously asking me this…
That you're not proposing to me one day before going to prison.
Because if you are being serious, I should kick you out of here right now!
Take it, please.
How is this gonna work?
What, you'll hang my picture next to your bunk?
I'm gonna come visit you once a week?
[dialogue fades away]
[somber, melancholy music continuing]
[music trails off]
-[gate alarm buzzing] -[gate opens]
[gate slams shut]
[guard] Karwowski's going apeshit, as usual. But it's under control.
Aw, Galewski. Welcome back home.
-[guard 2] Put him with the jailbirds. -No.
What do you mean, "no"?
I'm not a jailbird.
Move it.
[Żaneta breathes shakily]
How are you handling it?
I'm used to it by now.
I was 12 when they first arrested me.
After 24 hours, they brought me back home.
My father took me to all his friends.
Started bragging about me like I won a math competition.
Can you believe I thought this was real life?
Wasting a year inside and half a month free?
But you know what?
This time I have somebody to come back to.
[melancholy music playing]
The warden and I are… We are trying to come up with something.
I'm not promising anything. But we're meeting next week and--
-[inmate] Fuck! I'll kill you! -[guard] Against the wall!
-You'll probably be able to leave prison… -Let him finish!
…to work for us at the hospice.
[Jan] We're trying everything we can to shorten your sentence.
-[guard] Now! -[inmate] I'll kill that bitch!
[phone ringing]
Good morning, Archbishop.
["Can I Believe You" by Fleet Foxes playing]
[Patryk] He would always tell me to get your personal business in order.
To finish what you start.
To keep your word.
[spirited, emotional music playing]
And he kept his.
They reduced my sentence.
[cheering]
It's great to have a place to come back to.
♪ Can I believe you? ♪
♪ Can I ♪
[dissonant notes playing on piano]
-Hey, sir, when a candle's lit then-- -What's up, bud?
Pablo… Pablo…
♪ Do we both confide? ♪
[Patryk] Pablo's mom ended up in the hospice.
And Johnny did what Johnny does best.
He noticed, he understood, and he cared.
He did everything possible
so I could get back to my normal, decent life.
What's going on?
♪ I've been wounded before ♪
♪ Hasn't let me go ♪
♪ It never got less strange Showing anyone just a bare face ♪
Seriously?
You're gonna be a dad.
♪ Staying under my weather all day ♪
I'm gonna be a dad!
♪ I didn't need to When I wished you would ♪
♪ No, it isn't enough ♪
♪ Never held that much ♪
♪ Now another way up ♪
♪ Been a row too rough ♪
♪ Can I believe you? ♪
[song trails off]
[man] That monster destroyed my life and the lives of my mother and sister.
If he's dying alone, it means there's some justice in this world.
Mr. Marcin…
Please, please believe me.
Really.
I can understand how you feel.
You don't understand! You don't!
-Yes, but-- -Did he ask you to do this?
If you want, come to Gdynia and I'll show you the scars.
[Marcin hangs up]
This is the kind of silence…
that we're all longing for.
But… But at the same time,
the kind we're terrified of.
Because in it,
we can hear ourselves.
[cane clatters]
Thank you.
But I'm… I'm not powerless yet.
You… You have an appointment tomorrow at San Marco.
Jan, I can't. That's the best restaurant in the Tricity.
Stop it!
[stammering] Cut the crap.
You are the best chef I have ever known.
Just… Just don't… don't be late, okay?
[stammering] Because I vouched for you.
Be… Be there, 3:00 p.m. sharp.
You have a job interview.
Now I'm going to… to see Mr. Roman.
To give him the… Well, you know, the not-so-good news.
Sometimes it just happens like this.
I need a favor.
How much was this crap?
-Two hundred zlotys. -What?
Nothing. I borrowed it from work.
[dog barking]
-Got everything. -[Pablo] Yeah.
[somber, pensive music playing]
The owner of San Marco has just called.
Surely there must be some…
some reasonable explanation for your absence.
It must be something I hadn't thought of, because…
because the cancer has devoured my brain.
Okay. So, this is the moment you tell me what happened.
I fucked it up big time.
[foreboding music playing]
[Jan] How did you think this would go?
What time is it?
It's just past 3:00. We going to the restaurant?
[Jan] Tell me. What happened?
Fuck this!
[Jan] So what was the plan?
To drag a tied-up man in here, and then what?
Force him to reconcile with his father?
[no audible dialogue]
But I was just doing this for you.
[Jan] "I say to you, whatever you have done
for the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."
What the fuck?
Either this is… Either this is true,
or it's just a myth.
You… You want to be a father? Or a regular thug?
What do you know about fatherhood? Hmm?
[Roman wheezing]
[weakly] Thank you.
-[siren wailing] -Of course.
Well, you know, I'd be most happy to come to you to beg.
If I could just ask you to…
text me later?
Yes. Thank you. Take care. God bless.
Son, maybe you could slow down just a little bit.
No, no I can't.
What happened up there?
Some kind of accident?
Yeah.
Let's go.
[car door opens]
[Ziuk] Let me help you stretch out your legs already.
I promise you, Ziuk, I wouldn't like that much either.
And God willing,
I'd prefer to stretch my legs one more time.
What kind of dumb religion makes suffering a prerequisite for salvation?
Why is it you and not me?
[siren wailing]
And don't give me that speech about Christ's suffering,
because I'm too fucking furious for that.
Ziuk, I beg you, stop it. Not now.
Everything you had to do for me as a father, you've already done.
And you did one hell of a good job.
I… I'm grateful for that.
But I want you to stop hoarding all the blame.
[stammering] Because it's my life, not yours.
And now, please stop interfering with what I was called to do.
Thank you.
I'll go myself.
["Salt And The Sea" by The Lumineers playing]
[haunting folk rock music playing]
♪ Could it be I was the one That you held so deep in the night ♪
[Jan] You have to be the best possible partner.
♪ On the back staircase You fell to your knees ♪
[Jan] For Żaneta.
♪ With tears in your eyes ♪
The best you.
Understand?
♪ All that you suffered ♪
Do you finally get it?
♪ All the disease ♪
Go be the best dad in the world.
♪ I'll be your friend ♪
Be the best.
♪ In the daylight again ♪
♪ There we will be ♪
♪ Like an old enemy ♪
♪ Like the salt and the sea ♪
Yes?
Roman Zalewski.
I'm his son.
[song trails off]
I'm very sorry,
but your father passed away last night.
Could you please check one more time, ma'am?
I'm so sorry.
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Do we have to listen to this?
[radio presenter] Welcome back.
Unfortunately our guest, Father Jan Kaczkowski,
won't be coming into our studio today.
We are keeping our fingers crossed for his health.
Now, let's play him a song on full blast.
[operator] The number you are trying to reach is unavailable.
[gentle, restrained music playing]
[no audible dialogue]
[music intensifies]
[music halts abruptly]
Jan.
You have a visitor.
Hey.
I'm here.
I'm right here.
[Jan breathes heavily]
You know…
we're gonna have a boy.
I think.
It feels like he'll be a boy.
You know what we'll name him?
[plays single note]
[delicate, mournful music playing]
[Magda] Here, Mom.
Now put your hand on his forehead.
[soulful Polish folk-pop song playing]
[soulful song continuing]
[song trails off]
INSTEAD OF WAITING FOR SOMETHING, START LIVING TODAY.
IT'S MUCH LATER THAN YOU THINK. FATHER JAN KACZKOWSKI
[Jan in Polish] We put a delicious 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.
[audience laughs]
And then you experience the wonderful flavor
and you say to yourself, "God, you really exist!"
[soulful Polish folk-pop continuing]
The wine will go down well.
Flying as a piece of luggage is the best way to travel.
[Patryk in English] Okay, throw it in.
Cut evenly, okay?
Well done.
Your wife's here.
[in Polish] My Jan, hey!
[soulful pop song playing]
[singer singing soulfully in Polish]