Mr. Lazarescu is 63 years old and lives in a block of flats, together with Nusu, Mirandolina and Fritz, his three cats. His wife died eight years ago and Bianca, his daughter, has moved to Canada.
It's a Saturday evening. Mr. Lazarescu doesn't feel too well, so he calls for the Ambulance. Until the paramedics arrive he tries to ease his pain with something from his own supply of medicines. Because he is short of the pills he needs, he asks for his neighbors' help.
Sandu and Miki, the neighbors interrupted from their domestic activity, give him the first aid, although they can smell he's been drinking. What looked like a headache from a hangover turns out to be a much more serious affliction when Lazarescu, witnessed by the two neighbors, throws up blood.
Eventually, the paramedic, Mrs.