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Raise your left arm.

Raise your left arm!

Okay…

Martin, do you know where we are?

Do you know where we are now?

-I understand, it's not working. -Water… water…

Knife.

Knife.

What's your name?

Can you tell me your name?

This here…

Water… water… water.

I know.

Martin. You're Martin Hruby.

Martin. Can you repeat that?

Martin. Your name?

Ma… Mar… Mart…

-Can you write it? -Water. Knife.

Write… write it. Martin…

Calm down, Martin, we'll get through this.

Calm down! Turn it off.

Aphasia is generally very rare. But in extreme cases like this one,

he is completely cut off from the world.

To give you an idea of what it's like,

everyone who suffers apathetic brain impairment

as a result of injury or a cerebrovascular accident

has experienced something like death.

UNSPOKEN

That's fucked up.

Forgetting how to speak.

Not understanding what anyone says to you.

Not knowing at all what's going on.

I can't even imagine.

A clever and perceptive person.

An outstanding specialist.

He was the best vet I ever had.

He did whatever it took so the animals didn't suffer.

Even if a horse was skittish, he found a way to treat him.

He was always active and positive.

He loved his work, loved the animals.

At age five, he went everywhere with me. He always wanted to help.

At age ten, he helped me deliver a calf. Most kids wouldn't be able to handle it.

My son was…

You'd have to know him from before.

Of course, I understand how it is now.

You have lots of work, Erika. It's hard.

You can't wait forever.

But we're not waiting for anything.

More salad, Mum?

Happy.

What?

Nothing.

You said your husband was happy.

Before the accident, of course.

Two or three days.

But it'll be fine.

Yeah, yeah… Whoa, whoa!

Good, it's there.

It's normal.

Wanna help?

We need someone with small hands.

Whoa, whoa!

Don't act like a princess.

I can't do it without you, get back here!

Every marriage has issues.

So I'm sorry, but your ideal world seems odd.

-Are you married? -Divorced.

I am.

You don't have any problems?

We do.

I know very well what my mother-in-law told you.

How horrible it was at home.

But my marriage was completely normal…

and happy.

Erika!

-Are we ready? -Yeah.

Hold on to the saddle. One, two, three…

You see?

Good.

Don't be afraid. You see? That's great!

Just like that.

I knew you could do it.

It happened on August 13, is that right?

I know how difficult it must be for you to remember.

Hello?

Speaking.

Please, can you tell me where Martin Hruby is?

He's being operated on.

You can wait here if you want, but it's going to be a while.

Sorry, but I have to go.

Mrs Hruba?

Unfortunately, contusions are on both sides of his brain.

One from the horse's hoof, the other from the wall of the stall.

The damage is great.

But he'll survive?

Half his body will likely be paralysed.

But it may get better.

The temporal lobe suffered great damage.

The frontal and posterior lobes were only slightly injured.

As a result, his speech centre was seriously damaged.

But…

he will talk again?

There is always a chance.

But given the nature of the injury, it's not very likely.

How did your husband take the prognosis?

How would you feel if everything suddenly stopped making sense?

Not so great.

My dear Martin.

It's okay.

It's going to be okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

You look terrible. Go home and sleep.

I'll stay with him tonight.

Hello?

Hello, I'm Jana Klimentova.

The hospital gave me your number.

I'm the owner of the horse that kicked your husband.

I see…

I'm sorry to bother you,

but I just wanted to ask how your husband is.

I also have the things he left here after the accident,

veterinary equipment and a jacket.

He had an operation.

The doctors aren't sure of the outcome.

Sorry, but I'm going to have to sign some insurance papers.

I had to file a claim.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Good morning, nurse.

Sorry, I said I'd be back but I must've fallen asleep.

But I told you to get some sleep.

Martin and I were just fine here.

I'm used to not sleeping.

Good morning…

We've got through worse than this, right?

Like what?

-What do you mean? -What's worse than this?

Doesn't this seem bad enough?

You just won't accept that there's no "getting through" this shitty situation.

Stop denying how screwed up things are and look at him.

He's paralysed and he can't talk. He's like a little baby.

-Don't talk like that in front of him. -Martin?

What's my name?

What's my name? You don't know, do you?

You don't even know what we're saying.

Yep, Martin, it's all for shit.

Don't you dare treat my son like that.

You don't know what he's feeling inside.

You know nothing about his suffering.

-And what the hell do you know about it? -Plenty.

Enough to know what he needs because I'm his mother.

Can't you see he's getting better?

Physically, yes.

Otherwise he doesn't know what the fuck we're talking about.

But his mother didn't think his prognosis was so bleak.

She said he made fast progress.

She only ever saw what she wanted to.

You said yourself things could shift.

If there's a change of scene, if he's home.

Improvement can advance quickly.

But the mental side plays a big role,

and Dr Zvolsky will be seeing to that.

There is extensive damage to his speech and to other cognitive functions,

but we can work with it.

You must realise that he needs long-term care and rehabilitation.

He can't use the toilet or make food by himself.

Someone needs to give him his injections and take care of him 24 hours a day.

He can come home with me.

I have no problem with that.

I'll be happy to care for him.

Me too, but things need to be ready.

Hello.

Sorry to disturb you.

I'm Jana Klimentova. We spoke over the phone.

Here are his things.

She's the owner of the horse.

I'm Martin's mother.

I'm terribly sorry.

May I say hello to him?

Hi, how are you feeling?

He doesn't understand you.

It's okay…

You mentioned insurance papers?

He may be insured as a vet, but as the owner I'm responsible.

What's the next step?

I'm taking him home soon.

If you need anything, please just let me know.

His mother is happy to help me.

But I'm sure it won't be easy even with his mother's help.

Do you have a pen?

Your husband cared for my animals for over ten years.

He saved my horses many times.

I'd like to help somehow.

My husband was injured once; I know how much the equipment costs.

I have a big car,

so just give me a call.

-I know all this is so… -Terrible.

It's terrible.

That's where you saw Mrs Klimentova for the first time?

Yes.

You'd never heard of her before that point?

No.

Not till she called about my husband's things.

How did you judge your husband's transition to being home?

I'm tired.

Okay…

We'll finish for today.

-Got it? -Lord!

Good.

I think I can manage from here, thanks.

Let me still help you with this.

That's good…

-I'm ready, say when. -One, two, three…

-Now the bed. -Okay.

Is that good?

It's pretty comfortable.

How about a little something?

Interested?

We had that same bed in the kitchen when my husband was injured.

It was the only room with heating.

The stables were in ruins when we bought them.

We didn't have any more money, so we did the reconstruction ourselves.

He fell while fixing the roof.

Did he recover?

He broke his pelvis; it was unpleasant but he's okay.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Want something to drink? -Not yet, let him look around.

The hospital installed the surveillance system five years ago.

Cameras are placed opposite each other to eliminate blind spots.

Can someone gain access to a patient without you noticing?

I'm not always watching. But doctors can, of course.

I remember that doctor being there. And also nurses, cleaning women…

And his wife and mother came to see him too.

-Here's that list you wanted. -Okay.

How do you know it was his wife and mother?

The old lady once made a big scene so I asked the girls who she was.

It'll be okay.

But you have to get back to work, especially if you want to compete.

You know I stopped actively competing years ago.

My boss will let me work half-time, then I have a few private trainings.

And I've already arranged for a nurse.

Sure.

But you need some time just for yourself.

And Martin needs people around him that he knows.

So I thought I might sleep in his room.

You'll be more comfortable at home.

I can call you if need be.

I don't feel like trudging across town every day.

It won't be every day.

Where are we going? The toilet?

To the toilet?

Okay then.

Martin!

Martin, no!

You can't!

Your husband allegedly tried to commit suicide on October 3.

What do you mean "allegedly"?

Can you confirm it?

You think just like she does.

Like who?

His mother.

She also didn't believe he'd ever do such a thing.

Why didn't she believe you?

Because he behaved so differently around her.

Like a good boy with no problems, if you know what I mean.

The idea of him ever attempting suicide?

Out of the question.

But he did so in your presence?

Several times.

-Where are you going with this? -Just asking.

Dammit, why should I stand for this?

Answer the question.

Why?

What happens if I just stand up and walk out?

You're a suspect in a criminal case, so we can hold you for 48 hours.

Even though you haven't been charged yet.

I can get the DA to sign off on it within the hour.

You don't need anything else?

Vitamins?

Are you eating well?

Do coffee and wine count?

I had an apple.

You've eliminated everything else?

Because it shouldn't be combined with this.

Don't worry.

Now it spilled everywhere, silly!

He waited till I took a shower.

He wanted to take a whole pack of my sleeping pills.

I can't leave him alone for a second during the day.

At night, I keep waking up to make sure he hasn't…

I'm having a hard time coping.

Luckily, my boss is giving me plenty of time to figure things out.

I can only relax when my mother-in-law is here

because she pushed out the nurse. She said she didn't trust her.

But that's no good because she's always trying to make plans.

Worst of all, she's so optimistic, which is even more exhausting.

But at least when she's here, Martin won't try anything.

He wouldn't do anything like that to her.

Maybe I could come over sometime.

I could help for a couple hours.

Don't be silly, you have enough to do.

It's the least I could do.

Come on, you have a little boy.

He can stay at school a bit longer.

Or I could come in the morning.

How would you describe his mental state when you started helping Mrs Hruba?

I don't know how to describe it.

I had this crazy idea to paint the saddle room orange.

But it ended up looking pretty good, like the sun was shining there.

Not so interesting, eh?

Hey, I can show you some new pictures.

Pictures.

That's Berda.

Yeah, Berda.

-Ber-da. -Berda! Yes.

-Berda. -Berda.

She looks nice with the sun.

Animals or the outdoors…

He likes those things.

He remembers them and they calm him down.

It's exactly what he needs.

More stimulation, new people – he needs to shake off his lethargy.

Erika has my number. Maybe he could come for a visit.

Thank you, that's a great idea.

I saw the possibilities and so did Dana, his mum.

She was willing to try anything.

Excuse me, it's my wife.

But the idea was yours.

Yeah, mine…

I just wanted to help since it happened at my place.

But…

Erika…

It felt to me like she had kind of given up.

Or that it was too hard for her.

-Hi. -Hi.

He remembers Martin being different.

I would've done the same.

I'd probably have cried and run away.

Come on, he doesn't understand.

You don't know that.

Okay, right this way…

This place was a complete ruin.

It took four years but we did it ourselves.

First we did the stable so we could rent out stalls;

that helped a little.

Go over there.

I think he…

That's where the horse is that kicked him.

At the time, he had a terrible infection in his left front leg.

It was just a reflex; he isn't a bad horse.

Dana believed it might help.

You don't need language to communicate with animals.

Honza, it's cold. Put on a jacket.

Everything okay with the insurance company?

Yeah, it's fine.

Thanks.

We wondered if what we were doing might actually be hurting him.

How did his wife seem to you at the time?

I don't know…

It was hard for her.

Be more specific.

Well…

I had the feeling that she didn't love him anymore.

Sorry, the babysitter fell through and I didn't want to cancel.

He'll be good. Right, Honza?

Of course.

-Hi, Honza. -Hi.

Remember me?

-Come on in. -Thanks.

Hi.

Uncle is okay, Honza.

He doesn't talk much. Like I explained, remember?

We're going to spend a little time with him. You can sit here.

-So, I can leave now? -Sure.

-You can play with this for a while. -Thanks!

It's a real test but it's administered by God.

You have to move the balls to get the most points.

Let's sprint one more lap.

No way.

Yes way. It's all in your head.

I'm not going to eat it, I'm not going to eat it.

He played for almost two hours, no problem.

I think he might enjoy such things.

He obviously understands it.

That's fantastic.

His cap…

-Next Thursday? -Yes.

Thanks a lot, Jana.

-Bye. -Bye, Honza.

The balls?

Okay…

Mummy, someone's calling.

Hi.

Hi, Jana… Am I disturbing you?

You just sound a little funny.

Real quick: What's the name of the game Martin liked?

That!

This one?

Okay…

MESSAGES

LOOKING FORWARD TO IT, KISSES.

I'LL BE THERE AROUND NOON.

ARE YOU COMING? WHERE ARE YOU?

You claim not to have talked with Mrs Klimentova that evening.

But phone records show that you called her.

Why?

I don't know.

So I called her…

I don't remember it.

Try to remember.

Sorry we're late, but Honza wanted to draw Martin a picture.

No worries, I'll be back in an hour.

Fine.

And people pay for this!

For their own murder.

Uncle, look!

Hey, look at me twirl it.

When I spin it like this, it comes right back again.

Do you practise those cryptic looks some place?

Do you know how long your husband had an affair with Mrs Klimentova?

How could you do that?

Fucking listen to me!

Did I ever hold you back?

Did I?

I saw you! You're a bad boy! Get out!

This is what I'm talking about!

You fucking asshole, I hate you!

Hi, I thought I'd stop by.

It's late, you should've called.

I wanted to arrange things in person for next week.

Starting next week, the nurse will be coming.

What?

But we said that strangers…

She'll do just as good a job as we do.

I can take care of him.

Thanks, Dana, I'm incredibly tired.

She didn't let me see him.

She was irritable.

And at the time she was drinking a lot.

You know she was or you just think that?

I know it!

The stress was obviously too much for her.

She no longer had the freedom my son gave her during their marriage.

Nurses from the hospital say you yelled at your daughter-in-law several times.

Do you know the definition of a witness?

Someone who thinks they saw something.

Build your case on facts instead and find out who hurt my son.

I can't stand the helplessness.

And it irritates me that I don't know what he wants.

But I guess I do.

He wants to die.

Not to be.

Sometimes it feels like we're both already dead.

Depression is common among patients with chronic aphasia.

But this isn't living.

Support from loved ones is important.

Yeah, sure.

I feel terrible.

I'll send you a prescription for Zoloft.

That will really suppress things, and he'll mainly sleep.

It should also decrease his thoughts of suicide.

Here's something to help you relax, and my telephone number.

Call me anytime if you need to talk.

Medical records state that your husband had several cuts on his left hand,

and stab wounds and cuts on his left thigh.

He attempted the alleged suicide on November 27.

What do you mean "alleged"?

You think I wanted to kill him?

Then why didn't I let him bleed out?

At the hospital back then you couldn't remember.

I can't believe this.

I'll keep him in the psychiatric ward for a while.

It's common practise in such cases.

I can better calibrate his medication,

and he'll be under constant supervision.

Are you okay?

Mrs Hruba wasn't my patient so I have no comment.

According to section 158, paragraph 8 of the penal code,

a person giving an account is obliged to tell the truth

and hold nothing back.

She was understandably upset.

Did you latch onto any specific details?

No.

We have proof that someone killed Mr Hruby.

The question is whether he was killed intentionally or through neglect.

What's going on?

I know that Martin would never do such a thing.

I felt that she was starting to hate him

when she found out that Martin had a child.

Do you think your daughter-in-law was having an affair?

I don't know.

Regardless, she wasn't one to limit herself because of family.

She forbid me from visiting him in the hospital.

I didn't know how he was doing.

I felt completely helpless.

I…

I understand what you must think of me…

but I loved him.

True, Honza was unplanned, but we were both happy about it.

And it was my decision because I wanted a baby.

I had no problem raising him alone.

I didn't want anything from Martin.

Honza doesn't even know.

To him he was just…

Uncle Martin.

And it was his decision to be part of Honza's life.

Honza's birth certificate has Martin as the father.

Look after your mum.

-See you later. -Bye, Uncle.

How many times have we discussed this?

We both knew from the beginning that it wouldn't be easy.

Don't you know how hard it is for me to be just his uncle?

So don't be.

Stay here with us.

Sorry, but I have to go.

Will you lie to him his whole life?

It was obvious he'd never leave her.

Why? They didn't have kids.

His mother said he really wanted them.

Exactly.

What?

Don't you know?

They tried for years without success.

Martin knew how unhappy it made Erika.

He knew how much she wanted kids

and he didn't want to add to her pain.

Artificial insemination…

isn't always successful.

Unfortunately.

It doesn't matter, honey.

We'll try again.

A fifth time?

Then I'll leave you!

I don't want someone staying with me out of pity.

Dammit, I'm not with you out of pity!

I'm with you because I want to be.

Don't you get it?

Why did you hide it from his mother?

She thinks you didn't want children.

Because I didn't like her sticking her nose into everything.

Her and her unflagging determination. But don't you dare tell her.

Anyway, now she has the grandson she always wanted.

How did you feel after finding out…

that your husband had a child?

What do you want to hear?

That I felt somehow clever?

Of course I hated her for it.

And him too.

But that doesn't mean I killed him.

How did Mr Hruby seem during his last hospitalisation?

Given his partial paralysis and the loss of blood he suffered,

other medications were prescribed.

At the time of his death,

he was taking antibiotics for a urinary tract infection,

and he had other digestive problems.

But those are common for all patients confined to a bed.

You regularly documented his condition

and consulted colleagues on the case.

Did you happen to discuss experimental treatments?

Almost all treatments are experimental in such cases.

We tried pulse therapy, psychoactive drugs…

But it's hard to gauge their effects

because there is very little feedback.

We'd like to know if the total failure of his internal organs –

stated in the report as the cause of death –

was somehow unusual.

For example, did you suspect that one of your staff…

had neglected something?

No.

Rush it to the lab.

-What happened? -Organ failure.

One, two, three!

On one. Now! Stop.

Now! Two. Now!

Yes?

-May I? -Of course.

I was just filing this away when I noticed something…

0.7 mmol per litre.

Incredibly low blood glucose.

Thanks for the explanation.

I asked at the lab.

They said they tried to reach you, but you didn't pick up.

Did the internist or anyone else see it?

No, he's upstairs somewhere.

I was just wondering if I should file it…

Thank you, I'll take care of it.

So you contend that Mr Hruby could not have administered insulin to himself.

He was physically incapable.

He was unable to ask for it or even to ask by writing it down.

You said he was under a strong sedative?

Yes, I mean no.

For four weeks after his attempted suicide,

he received a strong anxiolytic and antidepressant.

But then we took him off it at his wife's request.

But he was always under supervision or secured.

Even on the day of his death?

Look, I know you've gone over the hospital records.

Can you think who might have an interest in Mr Hruby's death?

I don't think anyone wanted to hurt him.

-People tried to help him. -You, for instance.

I'm not a proponent of euthanasia, and as a doctor I can't be.

You see, the feelings people bring to it might be temporary.

You talk as if your patient was euthanized.

We still think it was murder.

You firmly rejected an autopsy

even though it is required in cases of suspicious death.

Why?

Because I didn't want them to cut him up.

But at the time when you saw Dr Zvolsky,

did he not tell you that your husband died of insulin overdose?

They told me he had low blood sugar, but that could be caused by…

Caused by what?

God, I don't know!

He took lots of pills. Get off my back.

Maybe at first you didn't think about murder

but when you realised your husband's disability was permanent…

If that's how I thought, then it was enough to do nothing.

A single moment of inattention, and I could have just lived my life.

And no one could have said a thing.

-Single, well-off… -Exactly.

Except now I have to sell my apartment and divide all our assets with her.

When did you find out your husband had given half of everything

to Mrs Klimentova and her son?

About a month before his death,

when his lawyer and I had to deal with his life insurance.

He left all of it to her.

Stop before you get stuck; everything is waterlogged anyway.

Not a drop the whole damned summer, now the crops are rotting.

Jana, I'll buy the hay.

Nice of you but it doesn't help. You're already sending money for Honza.

Well, what if I send Honza the money for the hay?

Martin told me we'd be taken care of if anything happened.

But, of course, I didn't know how.

And I didn't think to worry about it.

But after his injury, you knew that the insurance was in your name.

That's enough reason to suspect you of bringing the insulin into his room.

He sent her money every month

but the amounts differed.

On top of that, it wasn't a standing order

that continued after his accident.

So while Mr Hruby was alive and in the condition he was in,

Mrs Klimentova lacked financial support and her son had no inheritance

because Mr Hruby's wife dealt with his finances.

Mrs Klimentova is a horse breeder, so she must've known other vets.

She could have had access to powerful drugs…

including insulin.

At the very least, she could have found someone to get it for her.

Then just add it to his IV and the insurance… was hers.

But he was the father of her child.

All women are crazy.

And like you say, I never met a woman who didn't lie.

Eat, Goofy.

Of course I was shocked.

But I was also happy after it sank in that I had a grandson.

And there is something in Martin's life that I should keep trying…

even in this situation.

When did you find out?

Hello.

Nice of you to call me. Erika won't take my calls.

I was really scared.

What have you got there?

That's a tractor and this is uncle.

A tractor and uncle?

Tell me, how is such a young boy so good at drawing?

I just am.

-How old are you? -Six.

Would you stay here while I get a coffee?

I didn't really like how Jana offered help to Erika, of course.

She's a single mother who also has a stable to look after.

Yet she has time to help a woman she doesn't know?

Then when I saw her with Martin…

well… you know…

I was happy.

Martin looked just the same at his age.

Hi.

-Get out! -I'm the one who called her.

Both of you get out!

Then Erika asked the hospital staff to stop Jana from coming to visit.

Don't you realise this isn't about you?

Or…

Or about her either?

Martin needs to know that we can solve this situation.

And he needs to see Honza.

How do you know? Did he say so?

I can feel it.

And I can feel that he needs peace.

And so do I!

Can you check to see if any of them got broken on the way?

If they did, here's a sharpener.

It's electric.

Martin would surely have wanted you and the boy to be well taken care of.

So if you need money or anything, I'm happy to help.

Anything at all. Understand?

You don't know how happy I am to have the two of you.

Did you ever notice Mrs Hruba and Dr Zvolsky behaving…

intimately?

She used to go to his office.

Sometimes for a long time,

but that's normal.

Everyone here is suffering, you know?

Stop it.

When were you with Mr Hruby on the day he died?

From about two.

I changed his catheter, but I told you that the first time you were here.

Do you think it could've been caused…

by a change of medication?

Not likely. Mr Hruby wasn't diabetic.

The medical report says he had high blood sugar.

Lots of drugs influence the metabolism of glucose.

You want to lower his blood sugar, you're tired, your attention wanders…

You administer too large a dose, and that's that.

Don't try to drag me into this.

I don't know what they'd been saying.

His mother dragged her into the room before I got there.

So I only heard her say that they weren't going to make a scene.

And she apologised to me.

What about the other two?

What do you mean?

How did you feel about them?

Anything unusual? Anything that surprised you?

No.

Maybe only that his wife couldn't stand the other woman

with the little boy.

But then she stopped coming.

How many times that day did you attend to Mr Hruby?

I gave him breakfast…

And then I saw him once more before rounds.

Security footage shows you there when all three were visiting.

Right…

I returned…

because I had left ciprofloxacin on the table.

That's an antibiotic for urinary tract infections.

And when I went in…

things were kind of… strange.

Show me once again where Mrs Klimentova was standing.

She was sitting, not standing. The chair was there.

And Mrs Hruba?

By the window.

Did you see her hands?

I don't know.

No.

The atmosphere was pretty heavy so I got out of there fast.

Her mother was at the sink.

And the two of them turned their back to me when I came in.

Which two?

His mother and his wife.

The nurses have no motive.

Could they be covering for the doctor?

Could be.

Thanks to Dr Zvolsky's experiments, Mr Hruby had high blood sugar.

The doctor needs to bring down blood sugar.

Bad dosage.

He can hide behind the nurses.

Do you think it's possible that while you were with your son, just before…

That your daughter-in-law or Mrs Klimentova

could have added something to his IV?

No, not at that time.

But your daughter-in-law was there first,

so she had time alone with him.

If you say so.

Do you think…

…that she could do it?

I wanted to go sleep anyway.

No love lost between you and your daughter-in-law, eh?

No, you're right.

I really don't like her very much.

It must've been terrible waiting for her to finally decide.

Martin couldn't leave her after all they'd gone through.

What do you mean?

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me you'd been trying to have a baby?

How do you know?

Jana.

Don't explain, I didn't come for that.

I came to apologise.

I'm sorry, I just didn't understand.

Now I know how terrible you must've felt...

when you found out about Honza.

I'm very sorry.

About it all.

Forgive me.

You know what finally made me feel better?

At least I know he had that experience.

Something he so wanted.

He got to have that.

When you three were in your husband's room, can you imagine...

Mrs Klimentova or your mother-in-law...

putting something into his IV?

We talked most of the time.

But you told Dr Zvolsky and the staff

that you didn't want Mrs Klimentova visiting your husband.

That's why she visited with my mother-in-law.

They wouldn't have let her in otherwise.

I'm not asking for her, but for Martin.

If you take her there, he'll see that you've forgiven him.

I think we all need that now.

What are his chances now?

As you know, Erika...

we can't rely on almost any communication strategy.

Just ask the speech therapist.

He's even failing his efforts to understand pictures or writing.

So naturally his feelings of inferiority are increasing.

He's losing self-worth,

and he's taking it badly.

And the limited movement?

I wouldn't count on any fundamental improvement.

So, we're trapped.

Amen.

You didn't have to tell her!

She treated you so badly because she didn't know, that's why I told her.

I also treated you terribly.

I don't know what to do; I'm ashamed of myself.

You weren't ashamed before?

No, I didn't know you before.

You were just some woman.

I didn't imagine you like this.

Then how did you imagine me?

I don't know.

I tried not to imagine you at all.

Or only enough to justify why Martin deserved me…

and Honza.

But then I realised he loved you,

and that he'd have left me if not for Honza.

Every time we parted, he was already thinking about you.

That hurt.

I sometimes wished he didn't exist.

Because I couldn't end it.

Anyone could've given him the insulin.

Any of the doctors or staff.

Maybe his blood sugar went up because of all the drugs.

Seems like you know something about it.

I couldn't have done it.

I was with them the whole time.

I'd have to be crazy to try to kill him in front of his wife and mother.

Do I look crazy?

What about last Christmas?

Honza asked him

what he wanted from Santa.

He said he'd like a picture to hang on the wall.

Well…

But as he left and we were alone,

he said he wished he wouldn't have to lie on Christmas anymore.

I mean...

that he wouldn't have to lie anymore at all.

Well, then, he got his wish.

First off, I already know.

And second, he can't talk anymore.

Thank you.

For what?

That we're here together like this.

At least we can do this for him.

-I like this song. -Me too.

I think we might be able to do something else for him.

I think we have to tell her.

As a mother, I'd want to know if it were my child.

She won't allow it. I know it.

I think you underestimate her.

And I think I've known her for 15 years.

-Bye. -Bye.

How do you imagine it going forward?

His life.

If you can even call it that.

Martin would never let an animal suffer like that.

Martin isn't an animal.

And we don't know what he thinks.

Don't we?

He'll be able to use the toilet soon; he's getting better at it.

Perhaps.

But for now he needs two people to help him

because he's taking a strong sedative.

But without the sedative, he keeps trying to hurt himself.

Because he's not improving.

Your son flat-out refuses to co-operate.

-You don't tend to him enough. -Excuse me?

He's become too much for you to handle.

Let me tell you something: things have become too much for him to handle.

He thinks and feels, so he fully realises his limitations.

He can't talk or write, and half his body isn't under his control.

He doesn't want to stare at the ceiling or be a burden to anyone.

The inability to communicate is among the worst of all disabilities.

Sorry...

but the feeling I get from him

is that he's already lost the struggle between body and soul.

You'll have to excuse me, I have other patients.

I want all three of us to be there, so he'll know you've patched it up.

And so he'll have a chance to say goodbye in peace.

I want him to be fully aware

so we truly know what he wants.

On that day, none of us can ever be there alone with him.

And no one should know that we're on speaking terms

or that you two are getting along.

Not you and me either.

A person should experience everything life brings until their last breath.

I'd be cautious about discontinuing the sedative.

His mental state isn't stable.

How can you know that?

This isn't his mental state, it's a state you put him into.

And I'd like to see how my husband really is.

Don't you want to know?

If it's your express wish, I'll discontinue it.

On your authority.

-What's she doing here? -I invited her.

-I don't want her here. -It's not just your decision.

-He's my husband. -And my son.

I don't want you here!

Because you're not thinking about him.

And what were you thinking about when you slept with a married man?

World peace?

Let's stop airing our dirty laundry for the whole hospital.

I'll get my coffee.

I just wanted to have it out with her, for Honza's sake and for Dana's.

Then she stopped taking my calls.

I had to convince her to finally let me see him.

I was so ashamed of them.

The last thing he needed was to see us fight.

-Will you feed him? -Yes, thanks.

I still feel terrible that not one of us focused on Martin that day.

Instead we just fought.

Maybe if we hadn't fought, we might've noticed something in time.

Maybe we could've done something.

The whole time I've felt that...

we were the ones who killed Martin.

Because of our ridiculous arguing.

And he was suddenly aware of it because he'd changed medications.

I was afraid that he gave out because he was so disturbed by it.

I was relieved to find out that's not what happened.

You'd have to live with this a very long time.

There's another thing…

If you'll be keeping a file on Martin, this should be part of it.

Not just from after his injury.

You're sure this is right?

I recommend we close the investigation.

We failed to ascertain the evidence needed to prosecute.

In fact, there's not a concrete suspect.

I'll send the DA the decision to drop the case.

It'll be okay, don't worry.

It has to be.

Say hi to Honza.