01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

[birds chirping, bells ringing]

He's seeing someone.

How do you know?

I'm telling you.

-You followed him?
-They've been meeting in my summer house.

He asked for the keys.
What was I supposed to do?

Did you catch them together?

-Kind of.
-What do you mean "kind of"?

Do you think I'm lying?

I don't believe it. Paweł wouldn't.

So go and check.

I don't have time for
this kind of bullshit.

-I have bigger problems than that.
-Bullshit?

What do you want me to say?
That I'll hang myself?

Hire a private detective.

To avoid any trouble with alimony.

Karol, I won't divorce him.
Are you crazy?

You'd better go.

See you.

See you.

[theme music playing]

A DECENT MAN

[melancholic piano music]

-Dad, they found Arek, he's at his dad's.
-See?

-What are you doing?
-Isn't this too big for you?

-No.
-It seems big.

It's fine.
Why are you going through my stuff?

Are you nuts?

Hey. Is that how you speak to me?

-No, but do I go through your things?
-Show some respect.

-I't not OK.
-When I was your age, I didn't...

Well?

-It's cool, right?
-Yeah.

It looks good on you.

So... you really bought me sweats?

So you're not cold.

That's cool.

Thanks. It's the first time
a dude bought me a sweatsuit.

Don't stand on that leg, okay?

Go sit somewhere.

How long have you played football?

I used to train regularly,
for three years.

Wow. Did you want to go professional?

-Doesn't everyone?
-I don't know. I don't think my son did.

Doesn't surprise me.

Why?

Just tell me.

I will if you take me outside for a bit.

-What are you up to?
-Nothing.

I swear. I just want to go outside.

[tense piano music]

[sirens in the distance]

JANUSZ

CALLING JANUSZ

[phone ringing]

You f*cking as*h*le!

Hands.

-Hands.
-No, don't tie me up.

I won't run away.

You wouldn't get far anyway
with that leg.

Okay. Tell me what my son is like.

He's weird.

What do you mean by weird?

The guys can't stand him.

Why, is he not nice?

He's fake.

Why fake?
I thought everyone liked him.

He's good at computer science.

That I already know.

Sometimes he helps others for money.

Wait. He charges kids for tutoring them?

Yeah, tutoring... Jesus.

And he slings stuff.

-What stuff?
-Why am I not surprised, man?

You have no clue, like my mom.

-Tell me. What stuff?
-He sells molly.

Ecstasy.

-Is he a dealer?
-Yeah.

You didn't know?

I guess I ratted him out.

-You're laughing?
-Think it's funny?

Maybe I don't believe you.

Talk to anyone at school,
they'll confirm it.

And that girl you hit on...

Is she Jasiek's girlfriend?

She's everyone's girlfriend.

He fell for her, but...

She's a sl*t.

So why did you beat him up?
Cause he threw a match at you?

It's between me and him.

Don't tell me if you don't want to.
Get back inside. Come on.

Do you have to leave today?

Excuse me?

Can't you stay for a bit?

It's boring to sit here alone.

What day of the week is it?

Wednesday.

I've lost track of time.

Let's go downstairs.

Sure thing.

I'll visit you on the weekend. We'll talk.

[typing]

[door opens and closes]

[steps]

Hey.

Is Agnieszka gone?

Is Jasiek in his room?

Are you seeing someone?

You've already asked.

I know you are.

I know about it, Paweł
and I don't give a sh*t.

-Just don't get her pregnant.
-This is getting boring.

You can f*ck her, but...

But I won't accept a child.

Haven't you been drinking too much lately?

You're sharp.
Let's apply for "Family Feud."

We'll take my brother, he's bright.
Plus your father and your lover.

That's what you've been thinking about?
My lover.

You handle your stuff,
I'll handle mine, okay?

If you knock her up,
I'll f*cking k*ll you.

Hey, son.

-Can you knock before you come in?
-You wouldn't hear it.

-I have a question.
-Yeah?

Don't say "yeah."
It's: "Yes, dad?"

Do you help others
with schoolwork sometimes?

It's a simple question. Yes or no?

No.

-No?
-No.

Really? Never?

Say, in computer science?
You're pretty good at it.

What's your point?

I asked you a simple question.

-I don't know, sometimes.
-Sometimes.

Are you doing it... selflessly?

-So someone snitched on me?
-No.

-Did miss Ula write you?
-No. It doesn't matter.

-You talked to someone.
-Are there drugs at school?

How would I know, dad?

Tell me... is there anything you lack?

-No.
-No.

-Is this how mom and I raised you?
-You're not raising me at all.

-You never have time.
-Listen.

-It's a violation of my privacy.
-This must end!

-What's going on?
-Now.

-I asked what's going on here.
-Tell her what we talked about.

Janek? You okay?

[door closes]

f*ck! f*ck!

f*ck! f*ck! f*ck!

[melancholic piano music]

My wife didn't get a bedpan.
Now she has pneumonia.

Sir, these things are not related.

She has bacterial pneumonia.
The fact that she didn't get...

Excuse me. What's the matter?

I don't know what to say.
He keeps complaining.

That's because my wife
has been here for two months.

Either a machine is broken or
there's some other excuse.

-How can you treat her this way?
-Treat her what way?

-His wife has been here for two months.
-So? Some patients stay for six months.

-Excuse me.
-That's what I told you, sir.

-All right, but...
-We are doing all we can.

Dr. Adamek has poured her heart, knowledge
and time into your wife's treatment.

-Yes, doctor, but...
-Don't interrupt me, please.

Are you aware she spends hours
at the operating table every day?

That every day she works
to save patients' lives?

Sometimes it's a matter of minutes.

Can you even comprehend that?

And then she has to
go home to her family -

to her husband and children,
wondering if she did everything right.

Did she make a mistake
during those minutes?

I assure you, if she has any doubts,
she can't eat,

she can't sleep
or make love to her husband.

She can't function.

And you've come here
every morning for two months.

Busting everyone's ba*ls -

cause your wife got a bedpan too late.

Or because we were two minutes late.

You think that gave her pneumonia?
Are you insane?

What was that?

What was that, Paweł?

You better go apologize.

No.

What's going on?

-Nothing's going on.
-He will file a complaint.

It happens.

Why did you say
I have a husband and kids?

Was that supposed to be a joke?

I said it to make this situation...
A bit more credible?

So without a family I'm not credible?

-I stood up for you.
-Don't! Not like that.

Maybe you need more time to rest.

I don't think so.

I feel just fine.

[ominous music]

The counsellor will see you
in her office.

-May I offer you anything to drink?
-No, thank you.

That's a lovely armchair.

It was a gift from my dad.
He was a lawyer too.

He'd always say a comfortable chair for
the client is the key in our business.

To make the client feel safe.

Or just to feel good.

What can I do for you?

Get off my back?

What do you mean?

I mean I'm not scared.
I have nothing to hide.

I don't follow. But do go on.

Here's my offer.

You call off the people
you convinced to work on my case.

I consider dropping the case
against your son.

Is that okay with you?

I assume you discussed this
with your husband.

-Of course.
-It's not consistent with what he told me.

He said you decided not to go to court -

and that my son should
just apologize to yours.

Say "I'm sorry," that's all.

You met with my husband?

He said you didn't want money.

You should be on the same page. My advice
is to follow your husband's lead.

I have no idea about "your case".

I don't know what people you mean.

What I know is some legal actions
can't be stopped.

You can delay them.

I am a lawyer, of course.
You can hire me and I can advise you.

However...
They cannot be stopped.

I'm very sorry.
I have to leave for a meeting.

Please, stay and think it all through.

Let's keep in touch. Goodbye.

[doors slamming]

I'm not offering you any because
you're probably driving.

[sirens in the distance]

The management insists that I should be
replaced by someone from the outside.

They probably promised it to someone.

And honestly, you didn't
help your case either, my good doctor.

I don't understand.

There's a complaint against you.

Made by a patient's husband.

He said you insulted him.

We talked, it's true.

I've only just managed to put one fire out
and you're starting a next one?

I was counting on you, but...

-You've always called me by my name.
-What?

Paweł...

Pawełek...

Well, Pawełek, that's all.
You may go.

What are you doing?

Pouring myself a drink.
Shall I top yours up?

How's your son doing?

He's studying plastic surgery.
In the US.

I didn't mean that son.

How old is he now?

Seven?

How much does it cost?

To make up to a young promising doctor
that she must move to the countryside?

Give me a ballpark figure, professor.

Does your wife know about it?

Does your son know he has a brother?

Get the out of here, as*h*le.

We both know I deserve this position
more than anyone else.

Right?

I asked you a simple question.
Yes or no?

So what's the problem, Jurek? f*ck!

Make it happen.

[industrial rock music]

So that's that. Voilà.

So what drugs are you taking?

Why do you want to know?

-Were you on something then?
-No.

What's my son taking?

Is it pills or is it weed?

Ask him. What do I care?

Google it.

"What's my child doing?"
You can check everything.

-Hey, kid.
-Can we talk about football or something?

Which team do you root for?

In football.

-Like, in general?
-Here, in Poland.

Polonia Warsaw.

Not Legia?

It's easy to support the popular team.

So you're a rebel, huh?

You go against the grain.

Why did you beat up my son?

Until you answer that question,
you are severely f*cked.

We both are.

Together.

What? Hey! Hey!

[electronic dance music]

Sorry.

It's okay.

-Can I get four?
-Paweł.

Oleg.

-I'm gonna tell you a story.
-In a second, alright?

-Where's the toilet?
-To the right.

Sorry, guys. Excuse me.

Sorry.

-What is it?
-None of your business.

Paracetamol.

I'm serious. Is this molly?

-Where can I buy some?
-Where do they sell paracetamol?

I don't know. In a pharmacy?

Guys, I mean it. I'm not the police.
I wanna buy some.

Fine, pops, I'll sell it to you. Come.

[dancing to a ballad]

Hi.

What?

What happened to you?

I fell down.

What's the occasion?

You're drunk.

Not just that.

I took molly.

Do you know what that is? Ecstasy.

-In the hospital?
-Before the surgery.

I thought you were late
because you were looking for a gift.

A birthday gift?

But you were born in December.

It's Janek's birthday.

-f*ck!
-Don't yell.

Why didn't you remind me?

Remind you about what?
That it's your f*cking son?

Dad.

Hey!

Happy birthday to you... Come here!

Happy birthday, dear Janek...

[laughing hysterically]

Here.

I'll give you more tomorrow.

-Best wishes!
-I got a gift. Take it back.

-No, take it.
-Take it.

-Take what you're given, c'mon.
-So embarrassing.

Excuse me?

-Janek, sit down.
-No, mom, it's late...

-I'm not hungry.
-I know. What can I say?

-Thank your dad.
-Yes. Thank me.

Say "thank you" and take it. Here.

Would you stop that?

-Why?
-Because it's pathetic.

Janek, please, sit down.

-No, mom. I don't want to.
-Listen.

If you behave like a jerk,
no one will like you. Get it?

And molly won't help that.

-Why do you say that?
-Sit down like your mother said!

-Don't speak to him this way!
-Sit down and eat, for f*ck's sake!

Why doesn't anyone here listen to me?

It's very good.
Who made it, you or Agnieszka?

Does it make a difference?

It's very good.

Were you in a fight?

I had to clock some smartass.

-You told me that you fell down.
-Jasiu.

Have you ever been in a fight?

Just once, as far as I remember.

You must learn to defend yourself.

Jasiu.

Come on,
tell mom and me about this girl.

What girl?

The one you're in love with.

-I'm not in love.
-Come on.

-What do you want from me?
-Nothing, I'm just asking.

There's a lot we don't know
about each other.

Right?

Who is this girl?

-Ask him.
-But how do you know about her?

Actually, we don't know anything
about each other.

After all those years...

What the f*ck is going on with you?!

Is it from her?

Read it.

Enough with this bullshit.

Oh, right.
How many years does one get -

for exporting drugs?
I didn't have time to check.

You met Arek's mom
without my knowledge!

[SMS beep]

You need help.

A second phone?

It's for work.

KAMILA: I'M WORRIED. IT'S STRANGE.

PAWEL: DON'T WORRY.
EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE.

IF YOU NEED ANYTHING...

I AM...

AT YOUR DISPOSAL.

Who's playing?

Legia and Barcelona.

Don't be mad.

Watch out.

-So are you a Legia fan?
-Yeah.

Do you know everyone supports Legia?

Do you ever want to go against the grain?

-Stop dealing drugs.
-What drugs?

Just stop.

[crying]

-What's going on?
-It was him, dad...

Who?

That man at the barrier...

That man without a finger...

Did you hear me, dad?

-He's the one who kidnapped me!
-I know.

I know it was him.

I told him to.

-Hello?
-I'm sorry to be calling so late.

-I woke you up.
-Who is this?

Kamila Borecka.

No, it's fine.

I'm sorry, but I'm at my wits' end.

I'm not sure what's happening.

Give me a second, all right?

You told me Arek went to see his father.

Yes, but his phone is still turned off.

And the messages from him
are very strange.

-They are?
-Like it wasn't him.

Like it wasn't him writing them.

I'm sorry to be calling.

I don't know why I did that.

Maybe it's because of
our meeting the other day.

This whole thing is so stupid.

Maybe you could take some sleeping pills?

I had some alcohol.

And now my heart is pounding so hard...

I don't feel well.

-Hello?
-Yes, I'm here.

[tense piano music]

-Goodbye.
[driver] -Goodbye.

Okay.

Diastolic pressure is a little elevated.

You should see a doctor.

I'm seeing one now.

I meant your family doctor.

What happened to you?

Nothing that needs explaining.

Thank you so much for your trouble.
This situation is so stupid.

I am a parent too.

I can only imagine
what you're going through.

I shouldn't have hit him then.

We got into a fight after
I returned from your house.

I told him to apologize
to Janek right away.

-He refused?
-He said he'd do it when he felt like it.

Have you ever hit your child?

No.

I'm the worst mother.

No, you're not.

And what about those messages?

-You said that...
-Yes.

When Arek writes me a text message...

It's one sentence per text. And here...

Look.

"Stop calling me. Stop stirring sh*t all
over Warsaw. I'm at dad's. It's my right!"

Arek would've sent four texts. I got one.
It's like he didn't write them.

-Maybe he didn't have...
-Phone is turned off. He never does that.

He knows it drives me crazy.

What did you want to do right after
you saw footage from school?

Nothing.

-Nothing?
-Nothing.

-No.
-Yes.

You're lying.

I don't believe you at all.

Okay.

I wanted to punch him.

I mean...

Teach him a lesson.

To make him apologize.

Did you talk to him afterwards?
Did you meet him?

No.

How? When?

I'm sorry.

-My head is just...
-Sure.

-It's spinning. I'm sorry.
-It's okay.

It looks good on you.

My wife doesn't agree.

Well, wives generally think otherwise.

Let's call each other by our names.

Kamila.

Paweł.

Tomorrow I'll call his father.

Good.

I mean, I'll call him again.
I already have.

-You have? And?
-He didn't pick up.

As usual.

Sometimes it takes a week to reach him.

If he doesn't pick up,
I'll just go there.

Yeah. That the best option.

If Arek is there, I'll hear I'm an idiot
who can't keep track of her kid.

If he isn't there,
I'll hear the same thing.

The worst thing is,
he'll be right in either case.

Maybe I won't go.

I'll just go to the police
and report him missing in the morning.

That's probably the best thing to do.