Forgotten Love (Znachor)

Needle.

Thread.

Anvil.

Forehead.

Thank you. We are done.

What have you pilfered from daddy's bag?

Hush.

What do you hear?

A song. You were singing!

Daddy!

There, there.

Hello.

PROF. RAFAŁ WILCZUR SURGEON

Did something happen?

Read it.

Not this.

Here.

Go ahead.

"Countess Karnkowska will dance again."

It's about the patient. Fell from a horse, blah, blah...

Here it is. Listen.

"Luckily, she met Professor Dobraniecki."

You are not a professor yet.

"After a complicated knee surgery..."

We operated on the hip.

Hip, knee, who cares? The point is, they wrote about it.

The old man was elated. This morning, he promised...

Well, he implied it, but it sounded like a promise.

Just say it already.

Look.

DR. JERZY DOBRANIECKI CHIEF SURGEON

He promised?

- Implied. - And you already have a plaque?

I ordered it a year ago. A good doctor has to think ahead.

Get dressed. We're going out. This calls for a celebration.

Chief's orders.

Maybe he didn't promise, but he implied it.

Think about it. Maliszewski is retiring.

The old man hates Kalinowski. Then who? Wurtz?

A man of merit.

Very much so. Lots of accomplishments.

They're all men of merit. Hausman, Kopeć, Koperski.

Remember what the director said when he took over?

He wants young, talented people. Like you.

You may not be young, but you're talented.

You lack only one thing.

Potential. Do you know why?

Because you can't talk to the press or anyone else.

- A sullen doctor won't bring in sponsors. - Warsaw Courier!

That's why you have me.

- Get your morning paper! - Hey, kid! Want to make a buck?

Yeah.

- Do you have more? - Sure.

- I'll take ten. - Mom!

Looking for a new wallpaper for your office?

Go on, laugh, but you'd better hold on to me.

Soon you'll be doing surgeries that will make us famous across Europe.

Look out!

Staś! My baby!

My baby!

Careful. I'm a doctor.

Move aside.

Do you have insurance? Does your husband work?

What?

How is he?

Rafał?

He's alive.

- Public hospital? - It's too far.

- Let's go to the clinic. - What?

Call the anesthesiologist. Prepare the operating room.

We have internal bleeding.

Staś...

Nurse, quickly. To the operating room.

Kocher clamp.

More cloth.

Blood pressure is dropping.

- It's slowing down. - More oxygen.

Big clamp.

- Cloth. - He stopped.

Take over.

More saline.

Saline.

Rafał, he's not going to make it.

Continue.

Check it.

No pulse.

Don't give up, Staś.

Keep fighting.

Wait.

There's a pulse.

Let's continue.

Giddyap!

Is the Lady upstairs?

Sir, ever since you graciously decided to marry the Lady,

she is always upstairs.

Good night.

Why can't you be happy with me?

Where is Staś?

His mother took him away.

Who authorized that?

- Who signed off on it? - Dr. Dobraniecki.

I must bring him back.

It's a private clinic. The old man will kill you.

- I'll pay. - Do you know how expensive it is?

I'll pay!

In that basement.

Here.

Clouds in the sky, pray tell how to save Staś from the spell.

Boy's under the hat, girl's under the cap,

Jewish braid, I beg thee!

- Holy Mother, come to me! - Please leave.

May all the ails leave for the woods, moors, fields, and clouds.

- For forking paths... - Now.

May they help him.

May they help thee!

- You needn't have come, sir... - Hush!

But, sir, he can't be helped. It's in God's hands now.

Call the carriage!

Who do you think you are?

Taking a child from his guardian?

By force?

Staś needed immediate help. Under the circumstances...

One word about Hippocrates, and I'll throw you out.

I spoke to the board.

In our exclusive clinic, there is place...

There is no place.

But there should be.

We wish there was.

Exactly.

We wish there was a place for poor children in our clinic.

We are doing everything we can, but it is up to our sponsors' generosity.

Sir, every year in Poland, quackery and ignorance

lead to the deaths of...

Enough with the ignorance.

- We could mention the quackery. - Only in passing.

Just a few words. But the speech should be optimistic.

A speech for whom?

With the considerable help of the Ministry of Public Health,

we are opening a surgical ward for children from poor families.

Thus, the Hippocratic Oath is fulfilled.

This wonderful initiative would not have been possible

without the hard work and commitment of Professor Rafał Wilczur.

From this day on,

he will be overseeing the entire clinic as our chief surgeon. Bravo!

Bravo for the minister!

A ward for poor children, beautiful.

Thanks to the likes of you, we will revive our healthcare system.

It's not about me. It was a team effort.

You are too modest.

Doctor. Kazimierz Szabłowski, Kurier Polski.

What can you tell me about Doctor Wilczur?

Read the papers. He's in all of them.

Will you come to Ziemiańska this evening?

Great idea.

I'm afraid I can't.

Are you sure? You would meet some important people.

It's my daughter's birthday, Minister.

How is the Lady feeling?

Call Marysia.

Candles!

FOR MY DEAREST GIRL

Candles and plates!

From the Lady.

The Lady said that she will

write again when she settles down.

Beata!

Do you like dancing?

All he wants to do is dance. He's no help at all.

What's your name?

Michał, stop bothering the ladies.

Giddyap, horsey.

Are we going to live in a forest?

- In a forester's house. - You'll like it.

- I'm Jan. - I'm Marysia.

Come inside.

Jerzy Dobraniecki speaking.

She left me. Ran away.

What?

Remember where Beata used to live before we got married?

I'm here. Come.

All right.

I'll be right there.

Wait.

- Do you know Beata Olszańska? - No.

Wait!

Don't worry, I won't harm you.

Her aunt Helena used to live here.

Did she move?

Come with me.

Hey, cutie!

Come here!

FORGOTTEN LOVE

He's dead?

It must have been a robbery.

Question the neighbors.

We think it was suicide.

How come?

His wife left him and took the child. He was devastated.

She left a note.

Why do you think it was a robbery?