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Presents a film based on stories by Bohumil Hrabal

SNOWDROP FESTIVITIES

Screenplay by Dramaturge

Starring and Featuring

2nd Unit Director Continuity

Cameraman, Assistant cameraman Lighting Effects

Assistant Set Designer, Make-up Head stage designer

Costume Designer, Wardrobe Assistants to Chief of Production

Made with the Collaboration of

Music by Played by, Conducted by

Sound Recordist, Film Editor Set Designer

Head of Production Team

Director of Photography

Directed by

Stop!

We must get him! - Cut him off!

I've got him! - They've got me!

Fight your way through to our people!

- Hold out! We'll meet again!

And I never saw him again.

...your lips were so close.

As close as they could be...

...and then I was alone

and nothing is as I wished...

You can't be serious, Alfred?!

The operation's ever, Captain. - Very good!

- How many dead? - 138.

- Better than we expected.

- Coffee?

- Two lumps, please.

- Many died here.

...long were our kisses...

- The losses were heavy.

138 Red Indians and 47 horses.

...but I wished for more...

Beer hall - THE LODGE

The moon's

behind a cloud

my love weeps

for me aloud.

She knows a poacher's loved one

comes poor second

to his gun. - Once more!

- She knows a poacher's loved...

...started operation and so far as to the present day

152 cisterns and 190 vans have been cleaned. This means that...

Who was that?

- A gipsy, dark and swarthy. - Rascals...!

- Well, guys... - Where beer is brewed

there people have good time

- Good night! - Where beer is brewed

there people have good time

Let us go there and drink

let us drink it, let us drink it...

- Night, boys.

...and drink... let us drink it...

...and now, dear viewers, let me tell you tonight's programme.

The sports review in a minute...

Well, boys?

As road users you shouldn't drink.

As if you drove a car or motorbike.

There, my friends.

Take a walk.

Fresh air breeds positive thinking.

You've sure deflated us.

Like the Blinded Bulgarians' Return.

Getaway!

You bastard!

No!

THE GARDENERS' GIFT TO KERSKO

No! Nooo!

How wonderful it would be here,

if these damn wasps were gone!

I am giving up! He's all shitty again!

Ask for the pot, you bastard!

Or I'll beat you up!

I'm sick and tired of you. - Where is he, damn him?

Jarry, where are you?

Loafing around again, Pop?

Siberian iris? - Oh no!

- The celandine? - No.

- Lilies-of-the-valley? - No.

- Corn-flower? - No.

- The campion? - No.

- The brad'll be late today.

- What flower could it be?

The loveliest you say, and here?

The Anemone? No.

The purple loosestrife, then? No?

Now I know! The tinted gentian!

No again? THE GARDENERS' GIFT TO KERSKO

Which then, dammit?

- Surely not the Siberian Iris?

- No!

- Which, then? - The potato!

- I'm hungry by two when I don't have dumplings.

- Potatoes are my favourite.

Potatoes for the pig and piggie for me.

Go grazing

or you'll be back late! D'you hear?!

- It would be wonderful here if... - What?

- Jarry, where are you? Who're you gabbing with now?

Where are you? - I'm here. Enjoying the wonders.

- What? - You've been gone half an hour!

- Quarter of an hour! - Half an hour!

Wonderful it would be...

You have been gone for half an hour, - Gone for half an hour...

...so admit it, at least! - Well, talk!

- The clock doesn't lie. - So admit it!

- Now talk, say it!

...bloody wasps and tyrannical screaming!

- Gone for half an hour!

- I plead guilty.

The potato is an orchid. Even when it starts germinating.

The sprouts are milky tubes.

I plant the sprouts gently

into soil a loose as ground coffee.

When the first sprout shoots out -

what joy...

When the potato blooms it has a small blossom

like a violet - with a yellow dot.

With these hands I dig up the fruit

of the lovelies flower in the world.

Some hooligans escaped from jail, I bet.

I'll leave the shop lights on.

High time you're taking us out! Tending your family for once!

I can smell mushrooms.

Where are you off to?! - Have you gone mad, Pop?

- Hey, Jarry! - You have gone mad, haven't you?

- Damn it! - Come back!

- We want to go home! - Aren't we going for a trip?

- You'll be beggared again!

Hey, geezer...! I've had just about enough!

- Come back, you crazy old man! - Oh, shit...

Hey, geezer, out of here! - Come back! You're nuts!

- He wants him to become beggar out there.

- Don't make me mad!

- I'm sick and tired of him...

I'm never going anywhere with you again!

Hey! Hey! Hey!...

What a shot!

- Bravo, boss!

Isn't it a lovely animal?

- On behalf of the Hunting Association we confiscate your bike.

Come here! You ride,

we'll run behind you. - I can't

ride a bike... - Get on and shut up!

- Jarry, we want to go home!

Wasn't your father a baker?

- He was. Before mixing the dough

he'd fire the oven with beech wood,

sweep it out

and only then place in God's gift.

But before he started mixing

the dought...

...the...

Hold my bike for me!

First Dad would look at the sky

according to the weather

he'd put in more leaven

or less.

Bread leaven is endless.

The yeast leavens the flour,

Dad left the fermenting dough in a small trough

covered with linen.

He'd add a drop of warm water

and the leaven leavened

and grew into a hundred leaves

leaves according to need.

A miracle.

You're envious 'cause I did a reader

school kids have been using for 10 years.

Professor Jirasek used to come here

and say that this mineral water was the healthiest

in Central Europe.

- There's a lot of traffic, I'll wait.

I want to take my girlfriend to Podebrady for lunch.

- You drive a Trabant too? - Yes,

mine's a dependable car.

I was taking a pork-feast to friends,

the soup can tipped over

I tried to save it drove into a ditch and upturned the car

and nothing happened

except my hair was full of barley.

"- You know about cars;"

- They say I'm an expert.

One learns by one's mistakes.

Fool that I am the carton of eggs

for my friends started slipping

and to save those 20 eggs

I finally smashed all two hundred.

Then we cleaned the car all day

the yolks were drying all over

the sun was scorching and the stink

for two months that car stank

like the local mineral water.

So I can only give lifts to my chums,

any stranger would think I'd shit my trousers.

Hey! Wait for me, chums!

I'm thirsty.

Damn!

This is the shoulder.

This part of the pig is the leg,

from which ham is made.

These are the ribs, the butcher makes a "pocket"...

ELEMENTARY SCHOOL LOCAL PEOPLE'S LIBRARY

What is it, children?

...the best meat of the crusade... Climb onto your desks!

Watch out! - Aim at his eye!

- I know. - Good morning.

Back to your seats, children.

May I? - Of course.

What is it, children? Quietly!

Sit down, children.

Mr Junek! Maestro!

My kids were fighting

and they broke the angel's bottom.

Would you mend it for me? - I'm an academy painter, lady.

I don't mend bottoms. - It won't kill you to mend

the angel's bottom!

- I illustrated the reader

kids have been using for 10 years.

I can't mend angels!

I want to become an Artist of Merit!

Gentlemen, as hunters I wish

you'd tell the children about this tusker!

- Dear children, here you see

a wild boar.

The male is a hog, the female a swine.

The muzzle is called the snout.

The eyes are called "lights"

which were "extinguished" by the fatal shot.

He is covered with bristles.

His blood is called "colour".

I must be sclerotic.

I forgot my eighth of butter. - You're lucky I haven't closed shop.

But now we are here alone...

My daughter's getting married, d'you have a botched-up painting?

I could give it to her.

- What botched-up painting?

- One you foozled up.

- I don't foozle up paintings, lady!

I'm an Academy Painter!

I only paint things I can paint!

I'll pay!

- I've handed in the takings...

Okay,

here's a salami that's 27.50

a bottle of rum

two packs of butter...

...a boo of matches and that makes a hundred!

- I can paint even what I can't.

I botched-up painting?

No way!

Here they come!

Wait!

Wild boar family life is very moving.

They love each other like humans do. - What a guy, boys!

- That head will get our hunters first prize

at the Budapest exhibition!

- A nice day, huh?

- Hey hoo! - Wait!

Who shot the wild boar? - Me!

- So yours is the hunter's right, the innards and the trophies.

The rest is ours

'cause it extinguished in our village!

- It extinguished in the school that belongs to both villages!

- The school is common but the hunting grounds are ours!

- Janecek shot it

and saved our children and the teacher.

- That's true, but the law's on our side.

The hog's ours! - Yeah!

- We were the victors we did the running

we risked our lives in the classroom!

- We suffered, and the danger!

You'd do us out of the Feast?

- It's common sense that counts not he law!

The boar's ours!

You must admit it!

...your towering hills with wonder fills.

Shining angels,

wondrous story

created for God's glory.

He created you, Bohemia!

- We shot him, we ran him down, he's ours!

- The hog belongs to where its lights extinguished.

Where? At school.

So whose is it? Ours!

Stop it!

Hey, stop it, you!

Shame on you...!

Fighting over a wild boar...

What an example for the children!

Now how do I explain what peace means?

Well, well, come to your senses...

Why don't you take the boar to neutral ground - The Lodge?

They can prepare it for you with rose-hip sauce!

Hold the feast together!

Come to an agreement!

Isn't there enough trouble in the world...?

Agreed? When?

Next Saturday, not this, - And jump!

- So the meat's tender!

- We'll halve the costs! - Right.

- That's how conflicts should be solved.

Children!

- Beautiful Bohemia mine

you're my soul's shrine

mountains so high... - I'd better keep an eye on them!

Wait!

- To set the seal on that

I'll make my special tripe soup!

What do I do with the salami -

with my vegetable diet?

And no fridge!

And the rum?

With my diabetes?! And two slabs of butter?

It'll go rancid!

- Good morning, Mr Junek!

The hunters snapped off my pedal.

Isn't it a lovely day? Like by old Monet

or painted by you.

- May I join you?

Isn't this something!

I'm proud to be a member of the Hunting Association.

It's going to be great!

Great!

The poor wild piggy Daddy...

- Poor wild piggy Mummy, I'd say...

- Bang! Into the eye!

...waiting for Daddy to come home!

Tssss.

And the piglet babie...

They're waiting for Daddy too.

- Our Dad didn't come home for two nights,

on the third day a taxi arrived.

- I bet you were glad to see your Daddy!

- He only sent the taxi

from the pub to fetch his trumpet!

Come on!

Watch it!

- Ouch! - What portion...

- Just take it!

- Excellent!

As a kid I was a genius.

When our priest asked which was the greatest Catholic holiday

I said when the pig's slaughtered.

- Must tell my old woman...

We saved the school-children!

- You stink of liquor!

You wait when we get home...! - That is Pernod.

We were celebrating victory.

It was wonderful!

- If we've caught pneumonia, Pop, you'll cop it!

- A wild boar shot in the classroom -

that's an item for our chronicler! - What a to-do!

To make all Kersko Woods fall sick...

Next week's a historical meeting

of both Hunting Associations at the Lodge.

Should I buy a new hat?

All that vomit the avenues again!

THE GARDENERS' GIFT TO KERSKO

I know!

They're chasing the hog out of its skin!

Why don't you come?

- Pop! Come here! Come here!

We're out of mineral water, dear.

Shall I go to the spring? - No fear, we'll go!

- I'll get you some cigarettes. - We've got enough for the week!

- We're all out of beer, sweetie.

Black beer's good for the blood.

- What about the sheep?!

- The pub, that's what you're after.

- Take 'em grazing!

For an hour at least!

Get along with you!

THE GARDENERS' GIFT TO KERSKO

...in search of a wise man.

The people in that Kingdom were neither stupid

nor clever. Neither cowardly nor brave.

Neither cowardly, nor brave.

But none were

truly wise.

So what, neighbour?

They're chasing the boar out of its skin! Come and help me!

A great business deal.

I'm swapping this for the skin,

the skin for an electric motor

and that for a second-hand bike.

And the bike for a billy-boat!

- Shame on you! - Good morning!

- I have this pressure on my chest. I'm depressed!

- Just don't get drunk!

I hereby open the meeting of the boar-feast committee.

Hey!

The best of the wild boar

is the rump and leg with hip sauce.

And dumplings...

- Dumplings... - Cooked in a serviette.

- It's better with sauerkraut.

- We'll have it with hip sauce!

- With sauerkraut! - With hip sauce!

- With sauerkraut! - With hip sauce!

- With sauerkraut! - With hip sauce!

- But gentlemen...

must your villages fight whenever you meet?

The women in the fields go at each other

with their hoes.

You're like kids!

So we'll go halves. - Half with sauerkraut, half with hip sauce.

Widdle-piddle-wee. Widdle-piddle-wee.

Widdle-piddle-wee. That's my song.

- And I'll make some tripe soup for midnight!

D'you know which is my tree?

- The pine. - No.

- The sallow. - No.

- The weeping willow. - No.

- The aspen.

The first messenger of spring.

My new girl-friend, an angel.

You'll see for yourself.

Now you're staring!

I love buying lovely things cheap.

Seconds sometime,

but I can't resist a good buy...

Great, huh? I'll give you one.

They're out of fashion but they'll be back!

No buttons or button-holes

cause the tailor got so drunk...

But I couldn't resist it at that price...

One waistcoat came to six crowns fifty.

This was the best bargain. One boot came to five crowns!

I talked them into selling. I drowned their objections

in the flood of my will-power and they gave in.

- Aren't they all for the left foot?

- Sure they are!

Or they wouldn't have been that cheap!

Take a pair.

They're not for running, but to stand in at the work-bench.

Keep you warm.

Water pails, these.

They leak a bit but these plasters were a bargain.

Here's a pail for you,

and a plaster.

They cost me 90 hellers each...!

That's... dirt cheap.

No saucers, but at fifty crowns I couldn't resist them.

Bought the plates separately, cheap.

Let's have some music.

I bought 50 records at 1 crown each.

25 of 'em play half-way

till the end.

Isn't it a lovely tune?

I'm set for life with The Hermit

by Bedrich Nikodem.

It's my life-story. It's my song, my life-story.

- It'll be hard for you to die.

- What'll they play

over my coffin?

- The Hermit.

By Nikodem.

Enough! Go to bed! Go home!

Can't stand that!

Drunk again?

Go and be treated!

My new girl friend.

I swapped her for a painting.

A misty winter landscape.

THE GARDENERS' GIFT TO KERSKO

We're making 30 salamis with the wild pork.

- We bought 4 kilos of beef.

- Would you supervise?

See to the smoking?

You know the Koran sausage mixer.

- Oh, come on.

- Please...

I don't know, friends.

I warn you, I eat everything up.

I shop for an hour on my way home. My bag's full.

100 of this salami, 100 of that,

I love those.

Just seeing the stuff in the shop window makes me

go weak in the knees. I do the shopping quickly

and rush home.

There we gobble it all up.

We watch television and I keep reaching out

till there's nothing on the table.

"AII gone,", I say. Let's go to bed.

At midnight I wake from hunger and fight my conscience.

Then I say: "Oh shit!". I get half a stick of salami

and munch it in bed.

My wife mumbles: "Don't get the sheets greasy!"

And we go to sleep.

But I wake an hour later

and have to get up and gorge on the rest of the salami.

That goes on till morning. And for breakfast I have roast pork.

My friends - better not...

...her hair was all curly and she did not think of anything else.

And she did not think of anything else yeah, yeah, yeah.

I have to add yeah, yeah, yeah,

that she hot combs her curls...

Wouldn't this place be wonderful if I weren't here...

- Where are you, Pop?!

Gone again! - Come back!

- You'll be sick!

- Where're the goats, Pop?

- You keep away from me... keep away!

- You wait! You'll cop it!

- Where is he? - The bastard's gone!

- A devil of a thirst! I've had a coal delivery.

CLOSED - He's closed again.

Let us in!

- Let's have some peace.

Isn't it kind of Charles, he's heating the salami for the youngsters.

Isn't it ready? I'm hungry! - I can't wait!

- When it's done I'll tell you!

- With salami we need beer!

- Get off with you!

Bide your time, girlie!

Get us some beer!

We're thirsty.

- Go and get stuffed.

- You too.

Don't lead us into temptation, oh Lord.

Let us in!

We'll be as good as gold.

- The beer's in the car, start it yourselves!

Beer! - The beer is here!

- Oh well. - At last!

- I am so thirsty! - Come and help me!

Clumsy!

Put it down...!

Wait!

You cannot do it, can you? - Oh yes, I can.

- What's the problem, gentlemen? - Getting it started.

- The barrel slipped.

- Lucky for you I was passing.

Excuse me.

- He's an expert!

Hurry up! - I am thirsty!

A technical defect.

We learn from our mistakes!

- Here with the glass!

- Good, well... - We can share.

- The guys will drink ours. - We were the first!

Ladies do not stand beer! - Of course...

- Is that all?

At least we've get the salami! - Yea.

- Hurray! - Let's get it

- Am I hungry!

No reproaches, gentlemen!

I warned you! I told you

I gobble everything up.

Gentlemen, goodbye.

He crammed down four salamis.

I'll kill him!

Four sticks of salami!

I will have to kill him.

No, I will... I will suffocate him!

He devoured four salamis!

Long live the Hunt! - Long live the Hunt!

- Hi, lads. - Hi.

- Hello. - Hello...

So.

Well, here be is.

Hey, hey!

Glosser together, gentlemen!

The soup, gentlemen.

I'm going to shoot our fest.

- The soup's the same for all. So is the pork ragout starter.

Just pretend I'm not here.

Who wants it with hip sauce

and who with sauerkraut? - With hip sauce!

- With sauerkraut! - Double portion of dumplings.

I can't eat sauerkraut. - Shut up!

I swapped this camera for two sacks of grouts.

Take it away! - Come and join us!

There is nothing to be ashamed of. We've got a clear conscience!

- We didn't steal anything.

Play on!

Good evening.

- Good evening. - Good evening...

Good evening. - Good evening.

By the way...

...I get you some new valves

for your bikes.

Tonight I hope you'll walk.

Thanks.

So you don't end up like last time.

Ah! Sauerkraut!

- Hip sauce's best!

- Sauerkraut! - Hip sauce!

- Sauerkraut! - Hip sauce!

To offend no-one, I'll have both!

I'm going to wash and off to bed.

And I shan't forget to clean my teeth.

I'll play with you if I may.

Okay, my fault.

I'll go and wash.

I'll make a film gentlemen, so you have a memento for when you're gone.

Stop it, please!

They're shooting us! They're shooting us!

So...

...let's have some more fun.

- Gentlemen, I'm off home now

and I'll bring my tripe soup for midnight.

Midnight tripe soup

must be stirred until it cools

or it settles and then we could give it to the pigs,

see?

It's only me!

It's only me!

There's been an accident. There's a dead man in the ditch.

Mr Leli... What were you up to?

Can I help?

I was carrying tripe soup for my chums.

The bus gave me a shaking I didn't want to spill it

so I held the can...

Where does it hurt? Can you breathe?

...getting more and more green.

And why the gamekeepers enjoy life?

Enjoy life, enjoy life.

My father was a gamekeeper, and so am I.

And so am I, and so am I.

He killed deer, I love girls instead.

I love girls, I love girls.

Why are the forests green so?

I'll go on ahead.

My father was a poacher, and so am I.

And so am I, and so am I...

He killed deer, I love girls instead.

I love girls, I love girls...

You're trembling. We've sent for the ambulance.

- No, no! I've got to go to the Lodge.

I've got tripe soup for my chums. They're waiting for me.

We learn from our mistakes.

Mind

you don't tip over the can!

See, you crazy old duffer! Was this necessary?!

Some day we shan't come to fetch you!

- Hey! Ho! Hey!

- Well... - Why did I drink that used car oil.

Huh, well... - Serves you right!

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