All my life I've been afraid to make decisions.
Or scared I'm making the wrong decisions.
Or I didn't know if I wanted to make decisions.
If I should make them.
But that's over as of today.
A DECENT MAN
I'm impressed.
Guys, I need your full attention.
Saturation level?
Ninety-two.
You should've seen how Old Man's hands were shaking
-when he told us to call you. -Let's do a leak test.
Like he was jerking off. "Call Pawełek, he's a badass."
I told him you finished your shift, but you know he doesn't listen.
Focus, Karol.
What a gusher!
I need a hemostat again.
He's an Olympian but it hit him too.
Suction.
Let's sew him up.
Monia, aspirator.
Stitch 4-0.
He's an Olympian? What did he compete in?
Nothing fancy... in shorts and a T-shirt.
I meant the discipline.
Triathlone. Oral sex, vaginal sex and...
Okay, the stitch holds. Rinse.
Aspirator, please.
Pressure's dropping.
Anaesthesia?
No pressure.
-Heart's not contracting well. -Give me those paddles.
I'm massaging the heart. We'll shock it. Adrenaline!
-Ready. -Defibrillator.
Saturation's dropping.
Putting him back on extracorporeal circulation.
-Ready. -Wait.
-Okay.
I think he's back. Anaesthesia?
It's starting to rise.
Okay, let's rinse.
Have you been here long?
I just got here.
Was I snoring loudly?
None for me, Professor.
Come on, you're off the clock.
I'm driving.
That will straighten you up.
Two things.
First, the marathon runner.
The Olympian.
He's a friend of a friend.
Word is he won an Olympic medal at some point.
Bronze.
He's let himself go since then.
Thanks for coming. Magda was going to operate, but...
Karol called and said you asked for me.
-What do you reckon? -His heart stopped during the surgery.
Maybe we should've waited a day or two and stabilized him first...
We'll see.
Second matter is...
I'm retiring.
-In December. -Professor...
They'll organize a competition, of course.
The management wants someone from the outside.
I won't agree to that.
I don't want some outsider moron to mess everything up.
I want you.
Thank you.
CHIEF CARDIOTHORACIC SURGERY WARD
Yes! I'm so happy for you!
Sorry. Excuse me.
So everybody already knows?
Old Man dropped some hints.
Maybe don't tell anyone else, cause you know,
-until it's final... -Sure.
-Congratulations. -Thanks.
This is Anna Prus. Please leave a message after the tone.
Hey, call me back, please. I have some news.
I'm off to Grodzisk for a bit. Bye!
You didn't tell me you were coming over.
Do you need money?
Have I ever come to you for money, Dad?
Call before you come.
I could have had guests over.
You've become social.
I should get a coffee maker.
Do you want a pod machine?
Sugar?
No.
I can't drink coffee without sugar now.
So what do you want?
I'm going to make chief.
The way things are going.
Today I talked to Old Man...
I mean, the professor...
He said he's retiring.
Finally.
As in he's finally retiring or...
I wouldn't entirely trust him.
-If you need money... -Dad!
Don't get involved in any games.
Be strict with people...
but be fair.
And don't take bribes.
You did and it all worked out.
-Don't fuck the nurses. -I thought you'd be proud of me.
At least not from your own ward.
My wallet is on the table.
Take twenty zloty and give it to your kid.
Chief.
Fuck!
Help!
-Look, it's the chief! -Stop it.
Why should I stop?
-It's the new chief! -Stop.
It's the new chief!
Fuck, man, congratulations! This is amazing.
Thanks.
Congratulations, honey.
-Finally. -Thank you.
We were supposed to celebrate the merger of pharmacies
-but you stole the show. -You're exaggerating.
Now we'll see who's your real friend.
Now everyone will be his friend.
How are things with you?
Good. We sign tomorrow.
She'll have more pharmacies than you have orgasms in a year.
How would you know?
You've had enough, Karol.
Okay, mummy.
Will you fire him?
Karol? Why?
He's a drunk and a whore.
How do you know he's a whore?
The whole city knows.
He's my friend.
You need the best doctors on your ward.
Karol is good. No, he's very good.
Fine. It's your call.
I'm very proud of you.
Will you pick me up after the signing?
We'll go out to eat... we'll celebrate.
Sure.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Meet Adam. He's the one we're buying.
So it's you.
-Paweł Prus. -Hi.
Excuse me for a moment. I'll be back.
How about some wine?
Hey, isn't it time for bed?
Jasiek.
What's that stench, are you smoking?
Maybe it's one of your buddies on the patio and the smoke got in.
Go to bed, you have school in the morning.
It's too loud.
Then sleep in your headphones.
Here.
Two hundred from Grandpa.
-Okay. -Thank you!
Thank you.
I admire you. Seriously.
It's very cool to watch you boss everyone around.
I wish it was that easy.
Of course.
Hey, don't smoke here, the kid can smell it.
You guys talk.
Wait.
-What? -Wait.
Give it to me.
Come on.
So, what's the secret of your success?
What?
Smart wife? Rich wife?
Smart and rich wife?
Smart and rich wife doesn't hurt.
Fuck, I wish I learned that sooner.
Me and my idiot missus are dividing assets.
Sorry to hear that.
That's life.
Oh, I'll sell you the house.
Already got one.
-No, the one in the woods. -Ah.
Forty minutes from here.
I know, I've been there.
For the summer.
For a fuck. Half-price.
Because you're a friend.
Ask Old Man, he'll have a lot of time now.
Right. I hope he has enough time to deal with the kid.
But his son is an adult.
One is.
What do you mean?
You don't know the story?
Old Man?
Wanna drive?
What?
Do you want to drive the car?
No.
You don't?
-I don't. -I always wanted to at your age.
-But I don't. -Okay.
What was that?
I don't know. Wait here.
Give me gloves from the compartment.
Thanks.
Put your music on.
I fell in love with your mother
That's your favourite band?
-It's cool. -Yeah.
-Very cool. -I'll turn it down a bit.
I love you, Dad? Thank you?
-Bye. -Bye.
Good morning, everyone. Hi.
Finally.
Oh man.
When I got home last night I drank even more wine, like an idiot.
The Olympian died.
-What? -Yeah.
Paweł, can you talk to Sołtysik's husband?
I'll kill the guy.
He's been at my door since seven a.m. He must be crazy.
Calm down, I'll handle it.
-Everyone... -Excuse me.
Professor wants to see you, doctor.
-I'm running a briefing. -It's urgent.
All right. I'll be right back.
We'll wait.
I'm an idiot. When I got home last night I drank another half a bottle of wine.
Where were you last night?
At Paweł's.
He didn't invite me?
Look, the Olympian died.
No more booze for me.
I think.
Mr. Sołtysik?
-Yes. -Good morning. Paweł Prus.
Good morning.
We are doing everything we can.
My wife's been waiting for her CT scan
on an empty stomach every day for a week.
The machine broke down but it's fixed now. It's a matter of hours.
Doctor Adamek is a high-class specialist.
It will be all right.
We need to find a lawyer, Mum.
I just talked to his family.
What happened?
SCA. He probably had another heart attack.
I fucking know that.
But how could it happen?
The family is asking why you waited so long.
Nonsense.
We didn't wait long enough.
We should've stabilized him first. I told you.
That's what they asked, doctor. What time did your shift end?
At eight, as usual.
And what time did you start the surgery?
I don't remember... It took me some time to get here...
At nine-thirty or ten?
You said he was your friend.
An acquaintance of a distant friend.
You know how it is with friends.
We have a problem, doctor.
Excuse me for a moment.
I see you're calling but I can't talk now.
What's up?
Sorry, what?
Who did this?
They're coming? When did they leave?
Move it, guys, move it!
Jasio?
Can you hear me?
Jasio, hello?
OPERATING BLOCK
-Where are you going? -I can scrub in.
Are you an otolaryngologist now?
He's badly injured.
Yes, I saw the CT scan. Don't worry, we can handle it.
It looks awful.
Yeah, but how do we wash it off?
I could try the hose?
We have a new pressure washer.
It's worth a shot.
-Where is my son? -Just a moment...
-Here he comes. -Thank you.
A match.
Pardon?
Your son threw a match at him.
It was lit.
Borecki causing trouble is nothing new.
If it weren't for the match...
Mr. Paweł, the procedure is as follows.
We have to meet with you and Mrs. Prus and with Borecki's parents.
And it's your decision whether...
you want to go to court...
or resolve this matter amicably.
What are you doing?
You can't film here.
Don't film here, please. This is a school.
For fuck's sake.
Hey.
Jasio?
Did you talk to anyone?
Your friend who operated came.
He said everything is fine with the head, I mean, with the brain.
That he was lucky.
He must stay until tomorrow for observation.
Okay. Of course.
It's going to be all right, Son.
I told you we should transfer him.
-When? -Fucked up parents and screwed up kids.
We're suing the little shit. I won't let it slide.
We'll call Krystian, he can lock the punk up for two days.
Hello?
I can't. My kid got beaten up at school.
So deal with it. Do I have to do everything?
Should I fry him a cutlet? He likes them.
-Who? -Jasiek.
Mrs. Agnieszka, please. He can't eat right now.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
My name is Kamila Borecka, I am Arek's mother.
Come in, please.
Good morning.
This is the mother of that boy.
-Arek. -Arek.
I understand your anger.
Really.
-I'm shocked. -Where did you get our address?
I had to come. Tell me, how is Janek?
He has a broken nose.
What Janek has is...
a comminuted fracture of nasal bones.
A displaced fracture.
I don't know what to say. I...
I asked where you got our address.
From the school.
Three years ago I split up with Arek's father
which has been very difficult for him.
He became hyperactive.
-Hyperactive. -Wait.
He can't control his emotions.
He's been depressed.
At the moment we're off medication.
It hasn't been easy, but that's not the point, I know.
I'm here to tell you
I am at your disposal. I can help.
I know a great ENT specialist...
My husband is a doctor.
I see.
Would you like to see Janek?
Yes.
Here.
Jesus Christ.
And this is his blood on the ground.
I will cover all costs, of course.
We're pressing charges.
That's what we've decided.
My son was provoked.
-Excuse me? -My son was provoked.
-Pardon? -Your son threw a lit match at mine.
You saw the footage.
-That's why he acted like a wild beast? -Ania, wait.
-Watch your words, please. -People, wake up!
Calm down. Wait a second.
Your son was harassing a girl. Our son defended her...
I am a lawyer. This case will take two or three years.
And it will be traumatic. For us, for you and for our sons.
You don't want that. Ten thousand.
-That seems fair to me. -Excuse me?
-Please leave. -Twenty.
-It's not about the money. -It's not?
-No. -Thirty thousand.
-You won't get more. -Please leave.
Such trials can be delayed and obstructed.
Please consider this.
-Here's my card. -Get out.
Goodbye.
Paweł Prus. Doctor. Warsaw.
PROVINCIAL SPECIALIST HOSPITAL IN WARSAW POLISH OLYMPIAN DEAD
I had to reschedule signing the contract.
For tomorrow.
Okay.
-Police! -What took you so long?
I'm glad to see you too, Sis.
Jesus.
If you don't have any money, I'll take you shopping.
It's a great jacket. Came with a winter lining, too.
-Come on. -Oh, something's up.
Fucking hell.
He did a real number on your kid.
Yeah. What would you do?
Shithead should get fucked up the same way.
That's all we can do for now.
Can't you arrest him?
No way. He's a minor.
Plus, he owned up to it.
So what?
His mother was here, right?
Yes. She offered us money.
-How much? -What's the difference?
The case will be brought to family court.
When?
First they must call all witnesses.
Jasiek, too. Probably. I mean, when he's better.
You better seize that security footage.
My department fights human trafficking, in case you forgot.
I'm here as a courtesy.
Listen, how long can it actually take?
She threatened us.
-Okay, how? -Said she'd delay everything endlessly.
That's awful but legal. Did you record her?
Fuck, is there really nothing you can do?
Would you have even invited me over?
Out of your own will?
If it wasn't for that?
Do you remember about Marianka's First Communion?
Yes, of course we do.
When is it?
In two weeks.
This fucking Sunday.
It will go down like she said. I can tell she's a smart bitch.
First hearing in six months.
Six months?
If all goes well.
The trial will go on and on...
But that's completely immoral.
Honestly?
I would take the money from her and spare myself that court bullshit.
Have the boys shake on it and that's that.
Wait a minute.
Krystian, he almost killed him.
And in a few months I'd beat the shit out of him.
So he'd remember.
I could arrange that. I know people.
Anka doesn't need to know.
Oh.
See you Sunday.
-See you. -Bye!
Relax, we're almost done.
Wife will call you back when her mouth isn't full.
Gosh, doctor...
Paweł.
How's Jasiek?
I'm on my way to get the report from his examination.
The family is going to sue.
I'm talking about the...
marathon runner.
Olympian. Right.
Their lawyer is up to something.
I wouldn't worry but...
"manslaughter with possible intent."
-I beg your pardon? -It's total nonsense but...
if I were you I would...
take a few days off.
It will look good.
You're so distressed you can't work as usual.
And afterwards you will sue them.
MANSLAUGHTER WITH POSSIBLE INTENT
Good morning, sir.
-Good morning. -Come in.
-Have a seat. -Thank you.
-Ms. Ola, can you come in for a second? -Yes.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Comminuted displaced fracture of nasal bones.
Three stitches on the nasal bridge.
-Concussion. -Mr. Paweł.
We know what Arek did.
His mother knows it too.
The director reprimanded Arek in front of the whole school.
That's it?
Well, we wanted to suspend him, but the mother...
I mean, Ms. Borecka,
brought a certificate from the psychiatrist.
-She's going to bring it. -The psychiatrist believes
this could aggravate Arkadiusz's state.
Or even lead to a suicide attempt.
He's been under specialist care for a year and a half.
He should be expelled.
Mr. Paweł.
Any decisions about further consequences will be taken after the verdict.
So in about... two years at best?
Arkadiusz will be gone by then.
Besides, he's a repeater.
-Last year he failed math and chemistry. -Ms. Ola.
True, he wasn't doing well,
but we help our students get back on their feet.
Anyway,
by the time this is over,
he will be of legal age.
You can sue him then.
Mr. Paweł.
Please, think about this.
Fuck!
...then the free kick. He scores. Bang.
Hey, you!
Can you come over here for a second?
I'll catch up with you.
Arek, right?
Why?
I'm Janek Prus's father.
So?
Janek is in a very bad condition.
As he should.
Tell him I said hi.
Go right!
-Goal! -Fuck, that was a faul!
Yeah!
-That's right! -Yeah!
Nice one, right, coach?
Holy shit.
Good job.
One more!
Kick it far!
-Get to the goal! -Come on!
Drop it.
Yeah!
-Here's the certificate. -Thank you.
What happens now?
We'll follow the procedure.
A lot depends on Mr. and Mrs. Prus now.
Looks like they want to go to court.
Could we talk in private?
Of course.
Will you excuse us?
-It's about the footage. -Yes.
It shows a fight at your school. That's a culpable negligence.
-What do you mean? -This raises questions.
How did it happen? Where was the teacher on recess duty?
What's your point?
I'm just wondering.
I probably shouldn't say it but...
Wouldn't it be better for all of us if that footage didn't exist?
But it exists.
But it doesn't have to.
This footage constitutes evidence in a case.
There's no case yet.
Everyone's already seen it.
What do you expect me to do?
Fuck!
If you'd passed the fucking ball to him...
You could've kicked it a bit higher.
Yeah, higher and then score with a header.
-You know? He wasn't positioned well. -You fucked up.
Flat out.
-Okay. Later. -Later.
-Thanks. -See you.
Why did you beat up my son?
It's a simple question.
Put that phone away and answer me.
-Fuck off. -What are you doing?
-Stop! -Leave me alone.
-I told you to stop! -Leave me alone.
-Stop! Wait! -Let go off me, asshole!
Watch it. You're coming with me to apologize to my son.
-Or you'll hit me? -Who do you think you're talking to?
You think you're some sheriff?
-You're a piece of shit like your son. -Excuse me?
Screw you. Let me go and fuck off.