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- The national f***ing champion.

- Did he win?

He came third.

An amateur screwed him over.

Gentlemen!

Cheers!

Is that the same guy

who was swimming when we got here?

Jurek Grski.

The guy I take care of.

- He can swim forever.

- Is he f***ing nuts?

Screw you!

The boy's unsinkable.

If he keeps swimming

until the booze runs out,

I'll let him join my club!

Fine!

But I'm gonna train him.

Deal?

- And I'm gonna help you.

- Cut it out...

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Where?

In the arse!

- In the water!

- Swimming!

A drunk kid without a leg

would beat you!

Your arse is down.

Take a f***ing breath

with one eye underwater!

Keep your f***ing arms

by the head!

His arse is down again...

Stop pissing me off!

If I could swim,

I'd be a champion.

Of the world. Maybe.

THE 12TH TOUR OF FRIENDSHIP

Bugger me!

But why the bloody cycling section?

They've got no triathlon section.

Triathlon?

Why not the f***ing Ironman, huh?

- What's that?

- A damn hard triathlon in the USA.

Two dead guys every year.

How can you enter it?

Getting on the roof of a dustbin

doesn't mean

you're ready for the Himalayas.

Besides, you need to break

an official record.

Long time no see.

I saw you in a paper lately.

It's nothing.

The trophy you held in the photo

said otherwise.

But I'll need to report on you.

Why?

Either you're on steroids

or there's been a miracle.

Deep breaths.

Cold hands?

No.

Sensory memory.

Are you still taking dance classes?

No. I didn't find the right partner.

But I don't step on feet anymore.

I'll believe it when I see it.

Are we cycling to the dance class?

The class is called off today.

We'll manage.

- And you can't swim?

- Didn't have a chance to learn.

Here's your chance.

- What do you mean?

- I'll teach you.

Start with your legs.

Very good.

Rhythmic breaths, like in a dance.

Trust me.

And now swim.

I'm swimming!

That's it!

I'm swimming!

Wrocaw, 1988

- I'd like to see the Chief.

- Did you have an appointment?

Three o'clock. Grski.

If you're here to ask

for a meeting with the girl,

it will be over my dead body.

Even when I die...

I'll make arrangements

to stop you from seeing her.

I'm not ready

to take responsibility for anyone.

Not yet.

But I promise you this:

when I'm ready...

I'll fight for her.

And I won't give up.

What is this about?

I need one road

to be closed for two days.

Two militia vehicles

and a few permits.

What's it going to be?

A competition?

How many participants?

Only me.

- Here's beer!

- Nine hours and thirteen minutes!

Jurek has broken

the European Ironman record!

We'll send his results to the USA.

Next year, he can compete there!

Well done, Jurek! Bravo!

Here's our hero!

- What's going on?

- A f***ing lot is going on!

Here you are, champion.

- I don't speak English. What's this?

- You're qualified.

You're going to the bloody Ironman!

Easy. Haven't won anything yet.

The organiser invites you to Colorado

for a month before the race.

Oh man.

I have no money to go there.

Don't worry.

The club has a special fund.

But... Nina!

In America, you must look good.

Here you go.

Sh*t.

It would be a shame to lose now.

MORPHINE:
2 mg

What the hell are you doing?!

- Morphine? He's a clean drug addict!

- Who could know that?

The accident report. Now.

It's gonna be fine.

Kotaski called me.

Oko complains

he has no new trophies on his shelf.

And he bought a new one.

- Please. I've had enough.

- Don't even think that.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Can I talk to him in private, please?

His treatment starts in 15 minutes.

I gave them my guarantee.

Get back on your feet

or I'm gonna f***ing pay for that.

It doesn't matter anymore.

- What's wrong?

- Haven't you heard?

I might walk one day.

But forget about running.

You've been in deeper sh*t before.

Lilka.

Your daughter's name is Lilka.

Jurek!

No, wait.

Gotta do it myself.

F***!

nine months later

Look at him!

A young god!

You got him out.

Listen...

During the Ironman race,

young healthy men die.

He's a wreck,

with running skills on loan.

He can't enter this race.

And he won't.

Why are you giving him hope?

This is what keeps him alive.

- What does it do?

- Don't f***ing touch it!

Sorry. It's my first time

in a militia car.

- You're f***ing joking!

- My first time in the front seat.

Right.

Listen...

You don't have to do anything.

You're a new man.

You don't have to prove anything

to anyone.

Only to myself.

After the accident,

it's risky to go to the States.

You might f***ing die out there.

- You fixed me the passport.

- I did.

I won't live forever.

Lilka can't be left alone.

Soon Alzheimer's or other sh*t

will kill me.

You don't get it, do you?

I'm tight-arsed all the time.

I always control myself

because I'm scared.

I'm scared, get it?

If I let go for a second,

I'll get into this sh*t again.

What the f***?

I haven't won yet.

It's not about the podium.

What kind of life is this?

You're scared all the time.

You can't look in the mirror.

There's no other way for me.

This is my only option

if my fear is ever going to stop.

If I want to be a father.

For Lilka.

You are.

That's why I'm worried about you.

She's got only you and me.

Did Ewa set you on me?

F*** off.

- F*** me...

- Bloody hell...

Guess who trained him!

- And?

- Terrible!

Will you shut up?

Jurek, that was fantastic!

- You get faster day by day.

- That's not what I mean.

The invitation to the Ironman

is valid for three years.

- But you know...

- No money?

The bloody directors think you're out.

They shut the fund.

But we'll manage, right?

- Sure we will!

- Of course!

My training sessions are perfect.

My medical test results are great.

Talk to Wolski.

He'll confirm it.

I did find out

you'd seen a different doctor!

Surprise!

I can read test results.

It's important to me.

You know that.

Four floors

and you almost collapsed!

Look, Ewa.

I won't back out.

Look...

Guys, this isn't the best moment.

- Maybe tomorrow?

- Shut up.

- Dollars for expenses.

- Zotys for the ticket.

You got no money.

Don't underestimate us.

We ran a fundraiser.

Everyone from the club.

And some friends.

The list is inside.

So that you know

whom to thank from the podium.

Jurek! See that?

Look, solar power!

Takes your f***ing breath away.

Yep. Literally.

I can't breathe.

The air's dry.

You gotta drink a lot of water.

But if you train here,

you're gonna bang the Ironman

like Miss Sylvia at the prom.

In the arse.

See, there's only this tiny problem.

What problem?

Those pricks, the organisers...

They want to do the Double Ironman.

I found out a few days ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's not everyday

you go to the States.

We'll spend a little time here,

visit some places, and go back.

We'll say they f***ed up the rules.

No one's gonna hold any grudges.

Let's do it.

Are you sure?

An eight-kilometre swim,

a 360-km bike ride...

And an 84-km run. I know.

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