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Concert at the End of Summer

Oh no...

What time is it?

Time...

Something happened?

I think it will. I've got a premonition.

At once.

Where is my sea timetable?

- Something with children? - No...

The four tones keep...

...recurring.

F, gis, E, F.

That'll be alright.

We're going home.

Right now.

But you've got a concert tonight.

For what do you punish me?

Try not to think about a stomach.

I'm trying not to think about the kingly payment we've lost.

Am I to blame?

When you attach to something you're like a child.

Is it just a dream waking up in us

or the life itself seen under the eyelids

who can distinguish what is dreamt

Is life a theatre?

Is theatre the reality?

Is the world just a fairy tale where can happen more than it is possible?

By the happening

by the dream, by the truth

let's be carried away.

You deserve it.

Will you accompany me?

Shouldn't we go rather home?

We know it there, Aninka.

You're inviting him, count.

It's a wish of the goddess.

Please.

What are you saying?

He needs to be warmed up.

To be soaked by music.

- I don't know that. - What?

When did you compose it?

Now, just now.

It's easy to compose here.

- Let's stick to the notes this time, shall we? - Yes.

Why?

I don't like improvisations.

Halt.

This can't be true.

This should be punishable.

- Something's wrong? - Show me an idea here.

Just one.

This, for instance.

Stolen. From Mozart.

And badly. You didn't recognize that?

Tonik, we shouldn't be petty today.

Just play it.

All you'll do is finger moving.

- And with what I'll plug my ears? - Colleague has gone somewhat wild.

Sometimes it doesn't matter how it is written, but who wrote it.

- He seems to have. - You wished to have fun.

Imagine it's written by a court's counselor.

Let's counsel him at the court and not to mingle to music.

It's an intentional combination of motives.

It's a new way of music expression.

Why to scratch like this when it is possible to do it like this?

If I want to express by music everything what touches me

a modern philosophy

dark abbysess of soul, titanism.

Do you understand me?

The more of talking the less of music.

You can't sing that. I'll bring you something else.

- What's his name? - Dvorak, her excellency.

More like nezdvorak (rude man), isn't he?

Do we have a music lesson?

I promised you something.

Yes? You're scaring me.

Where is your piano?

In the sweet might of your eyes...

Have you had a breakfast?

I know, in the sweet hope, that I can love you.

The words are yours, too?

No.

Very painfully.

Oh, it doesn't blossom for our love

the desired happiness

I don't like episodes on the stage and even more in the life.

Here, in the woods, by the stream

I'm sitting all alone.

Once I'm seeing an old stone,

with waves rising over it.

She really got up. I thought you were singing from the sleep.

Because of the hunger.

How come it's raining?

What then? A love cycle?

From whom?

I don't know anymore.

When I was going upstairs

I met Dvorak on the stairs.

Have you punished him for the spoiled yesterday evening?

You'll be probably the only one who takes this crazy countryman seriously.

Help me with it.

This countryman may beat you all one day.

You forgot to say "crazy".

He's not Brahms, I guess, but...

If you're interested in him...

What if we send it to Brahms by his name?

What an idea, isn't it?

Write.

- Count is waiting for you. - I like to be waited for.

Won't he catch a cold?

Well.

I'll arrange it myself.

What then? We're not rehearsing today?

A storm in the director's office.

Distribute.

Places, everyone.

How come?

My piece should be rehearsed.

Boss got an echo.

What echo?

What is this supposed to mean?

Someone didn't speak well about you.

There are people you can't offend.

You mean the... ...such...

noble and influential.

You can throw it to the oven.

What are you burning, for God's sake?

Some things.

This was a quartet, for example.

Well, that is done.

Ten years of galley.

You can throw that there too.

- Is it from your...? - No.

I've recommended my publisher to...

Too silly for a joke.

It's not a joke.

He asks when will you make a concert.

Concert...

Whom did you help by it?

It's not about the music, I've got plenty of it.

I'd write another.

Can you imagine how much work would have to be done?

How can I just go there and tell them to give me the hall?

I need the orchestra for a week.

And posters...

If you lend me this letter, it'll be enough.

Good night.

What a wedding gift.

I can't stop to applaude.

Please.

What about this, but to gather the flamingos.

I noticed you send someone else to the concert.

All the same I can't believe you're leaving the stage.

It wouldn't be suitable for a countess.

Thank you.

God cast heavy sleep on Adam and took one of his ribs

and created a woman.

And brought her to Adam, saying:

Choose. Choose?

Oh yes.

The bible concealed that there were one other woman in the paradise, Lilith.

Adam got Eve so that he could have someone near.

Lilith was flowing in the far.

He had Eve to live with her,

Lilith to dream about her.

And since then every man has two women.

And he is faithful to both of them.

Our friend Dvorak showed me a curious way of faithfullness.

- How many do you think there were children at uncle Joseph? - A whole orchestra.

25.

I liked it there most.

We cleaned the room at the fest once.

Put water in there quickly.

We spread cakes all over the floor.

Imagine,

floor covered with cakes.

I'm not at home for anyone.

Tonik, come here.

He's not an executor.

On the contrary, you're supposed to write how much you want.

For what?

If you'd like to compose something.

But I'm doing something mine now.

You don't have to hurry.

Something sometimes.

Take your time.

From whom it is?

Now they know about us.

You should have decide before he leaves.

Well, yes...

- A small piece for a ten and good bye. - There can't be a small piece from you.

If someone is so interested in you...

Talk to him.

I would write a hundred.

I'd like to speak directly.

The donor doesn't want to be known.

So I don't know if it'll be possible.

To write something in future, that's too fuzzy.

That can mean anything.

Or nothing at all.

Just a simple geste of a mecenas.

A gift so that you could do whatever you want.

That's my only concern, Tonik.

Sign it.

But, Tonik...

Two, four, six, eight... thousand.

You wrote a thousand.

I somehow confused zeroes or what.

We would be honored... am I saying it right?

...if we'd offer you a stable neighbourhood.

Who's loved is not poor.

Would you like as a summer flat the white building over there?

Very nice

but we've come especially because of the zero.

It's my mistake, the amount surely doesn't hold.

Do you understand, my dear?

No.

I understand, you don't want to talk about it. The notary didn't say anything.

But it is clear that...

Legacy, possibly.

It's about the thousand of golden.

I wasn't too good in economic math.

Zero here, zero there...

You're saying we were supposed to send you some money?

- Count, do you know about it anything? - No.

But Josefina...

I swear...

Tonik...

Have you hidden the thousand note?

What note?

The one I forbidded to handle with.

You've had some dream.

Drink the tea.

I wasn't supposed to sign anything.

What are you still scared of?

How is it called

when man remembers things yet to come?

Is it possible to remember the future?

You can imagine things, sure...

No.

There's something more.

You are cold, Josef, aren't you?

Sleep some more.

Why are you up? Go to sleep.

You have a visitor.

Some other time.

Go there. I'm not dressed.

Tilka took him to your workroom.

What's use of it?

Who is it anyway?

Oh, it's you.

Maestro remembers me?

- After so many years... - What's the purpose of your visit?

The will.

The donor who gave you the amount of...

...one thousand of golden

in his last will

makes a wish, if you'd compose a great panychida to honor his soul.

I understand if your creative plans are restricted by it.

The requiem could start like that.

For whom it is?

I don't know.

I forgot to ask.

It seems weird that it

coincides with...

The secret messenger came

he did not say from whom

he ordered a requiem... A little bit of cliche.

You think...

Yes, after a heavenly Amadeus it's nothing new.

Don't end up feeling

that you compose a requiem for your own funeral.

Tonik, I hope you're not a romanticist.

There's so many coincidences...

Where were you?

- Tilka ran looking for you to the tracks. - Good evening, dad.

You'll eat later.

Surprise!

You've always wanted it...

Isn't it nice?

It is, but I don't like it.

Excuse me for a minute.

I don't wonder that you hate these chattering parties.

I'm organising them for revenge.

My dear, you have a real talent to make enemies.

- I have to stop this. - Excuse me.

I'm waiting for you impatiently.

You surely suspect who ordered the opus magnum - me.

Why didn't you figure out something new?

Again, plagiarism of Mozart.

Just the requiem.

If I had a marriage in mind I'd like a wedding march.

Everyone has to die once

We don't know neither the day nor the hour.

- And what are you going to do with it? - I don't know.

I'll let the work play until one will be fed up with it.

Or I'll enjoy it secretly.

Or I'll bury it with myself.

I don't like this.

- I could do anything else for you. - I insist on requiem.

- Gentlemen's caprice? - You're not interested in an ode to death?

A choir about sweetness of cessation.

The death like a crown of the life.

Danza dei morti.

I'd like to say

I don't compose alone.

If the God won't help me...

- He can't allow this. - He can.

Hurry up.

There's nothing funny here.

What is it?

A dead body.

So you'll be resurrecting it.

Lead it somewhere else.

- Enough. - I beg your pardon?

Oh no, you continue...

To be burned like a phoenix...

Play it for them.

Fourths, all amplified fourths.

Like a summoning of the devil.

He's writing about the final things and is blasphemizing.

Why did you put it there?

- Because I like it. - Don't babble.

Caprice, it's intentional.

Do you want to flush all the rules?

Yes.

Nothing's holy to them.

How does he look, that's how he compose.

Everyone has its own truth. This one is mine.

My truth...

When I'm composing I'm losing myself...

No one is curious about us.

I'm approaching the law...

The music is inwards

unscrupulous probe.

The music is an aid.

This is a sick man's recipe.

To be burned like a phoenix.

Send such talent to the hell.

You'll figure it out, you'll see.

I won't.

I won't write anything.

Something annoyed you again.

We took the money.

He wants a requiem and he's alive.

It's needed for him to be dead?

But then this doesn't come from a pure intention.

He doesn't know what to do, buffoon. Everything's a pose in him.

Can you do anything against it?

- We'll return the money. - Forget it, we won't be hasty.

There are things one can't tease with.

One can't barter with the death.

If he's such a fanfaron, he can change his mind.

Write something else meanwhile.

I noticed someone's missing.

Where is our phoenix?

- You fired him. - How come?

You said he was untalented.

Did I mean it that way? How could he have not a talent...

Maybe I can't stand him...

But I like him.

Why haven't you supplied him?

I guess he's not far away...

What are you waiting for?

I welcome you humbly...

Do you still have a wind machine in your composition?

I've changed my mind. I put it away.

I've changed my mind.

It belongs there.

Everyone should walk in his own shoes.

Write a firework in it

if it has a decent sense.

In order to hear a genius one secret note is enough.

He has to be always in the opposition.

That said director behind the door when you were playing.

He understands it for sure.

- He said according to one note? - Which one it is?

That's what secret about it.

When no one's asking I know it then.

When I should explain it I don't know anything.

I'm only humbly waiting.

The beauty comes alone mostly.

If God will let her she'll find me.

It's like a man would get a magic wand.

I'm looking for a living water.

Nothing more.

Here see how composing should look like.

How many parts it contains!

And every one of them is important.

Even the slightest pin holds something.

I'd give all my symphonies in exchange of inventing locomotive.

You'll wake up kids.

I'm still having such weird dreams.

I'm running in a city

and I can't find a station.

Where do we have the money?

A futile effort.

I have to rip every note from me.

If you won't fulfill the contract

he'll be ripping them from you.

I can't concentrate on anything else.

What an unimportant man.

And look what he can do.

We'll return them until it's not too late.

The man even doesn't know how many money he has.

Are you aware of the distinction not to have the thousand golden for us and for him?

I'll bring them myself to him.

Tonik, we don't have the money for a long time.

- How could you? - There has to be a housekeeper in the family.

It was imposed on me.

I have to care about six children.

You're the seventh.

Where do you think the money came for food, a flat, clothes from?

I wanted for you not to be disturbed by a common worries?

I wanted for you not to be awaken by another dreams.

What did you bring from your home?

A beggar's stick, a bread's crust...

Have I ever needed more than any workman?

And have you ever seen I kept something for me?

In order for you to know what came from a tough crusts...

When Beethoven was writing this

- he didn't eat anything else. - I won't let anyone to disdain us anymore.

He didn't have a sou!

I mean he did have money but he forgot it.

A man seems to cease exist without money.

Why won't you drop on your knees?

Shall it be done finally? Where are you?

Shall it work finally? What now?

I've come only because of the Mozart.

- What happened then? - Tonik, I beg you,

Why didn't he finish it?

Or he died because he didn't finish it.

Don't throw your worries on me.

Couldn't you lend me a thousand of golden?

You don't really know what every your visit means to me.

Give me back the contract.

You surely won't refuse a cup of tea.

- I won't write it. - Have you got too little? I'll give you more.

- No. - How many?

Music can't be deception.

Can it become more decent when you corrupt it more?

It's like a man would want to lie through to a truth.

Oh my simplicity.

Beauty comes from a devil.

Don't worry. It'll have my signature.

You'll write the sabat in my place.

You'll make the most expensive noise in the world

And I'll make the most expensive silence.

If only my son could see that.

If he returned today it would be too late.

He won't be a first man who was ruined by a fortune.

I love politics. Parliament's made my husband rare to me.

Our dear Josephine has to play drama even for herself, hasn't she?

Yes, I am my most devote audience to myself.

I clap after every act to myself.

If I like something especially I have to repeat it few times.

Do you know the comedy about the man who crawled into a golden cage and shut himself in there?

- Tonik needs to speak to you in private. - In private?

Are we enough alone here? Please...

- Couldn't you return the money? - To whom?

To the one...

To your...

I understand.

You know I am a butcher in profession, but...

You don't have to explain yourself.

I know my brother-in-law very well.

Give me the money.

He's got the contract. He insist on it.

- I'll arrange it somehow. - Mistress...

Madame from New York is here with her companion.

Offer them something.

- Yes, but... - I'd go if I were you.

I put it on the very bottom.

It is a kind of neurosis to write a diary.

I dont' blush here and there are so many volumes in it.

Shall I ever know?

I'll introduce you to an american millionaire.

She'll be interested in you.

Let's go.

Take Gluck, for example.

German by origin, born in Bohemia, living in France.

A national art

was ludicrous to him.

Doctor...

My students over soda, I call it preparation to immortality.

Cigarettes like an old feldwebel.

If only it would be Trabucco.

Sit down.

- As usual, maestro? - Yes.

Tell me something.

Or read.

You were very talkative before...

We have to ask an artist first: Are you a patriot?

But I'm asking: Are you a musician?

In order to become famous in the world it has to be czech at first.

That's us.

What is czech that's nice.

Lend me a rubber.

A pen is great invention

but a rubber is better.

Isn't there enough things which didn't make it up?

In order to world take it it has to be good above all.

You're not saying anything. Tell me something.

Why are you silent?

I've been thinking how to arrange for us to make our work flourish.

You'll be lead by the Ideal.

- But I gave the money... - Money can't interest us anymore.

You'll write it for free. Because of our relationship.

From the feeling of an inner kinship.

Why do you think I made a contract with you?

You broke something tender in me then.

I've been flourishing you as a replacement for me.

You're my work. You're me and I am you.

You're my life. I'm your death.

Is it true that Mozart too did marry his love's sister?

You surely know the feeling.

Suddenly one can't make it.

I've been most terrified of

that I won't be able to make it home.

I don't like night.

Unclear anxiety is enough

and the fantasy gives it its form.

Everyone has his own chimera in the darkness.

A mand can't think too much. He would go mad else.

The brain does what it wants.

Just like the heart.

Once in a night, I saw Smetana.

He was trying to enter the police station.

He wanted from them to fix his watch.

And that was the time when he was writing the best music.

You were born on the happy planet though.

- Grandfather, you're also here? - The hell is full.

I wouldn't even have anything to make any noise there.

- You're always so funny. - It wouldn't be good to be poor and sad.

How do you know I like this one the most?

Don't stand behind the windows, boys

come rather inside.

- Be greeted, maestro. - God bless, maestro. Why so early?

- Where am I? - Don't go further, old tunnels collapses there.

Concert, you'll see.

Surely, I'll let my tuxedo make tomorrow.

So arrange something, it'll be free from my side.

Good.

Grandfather, so early, what will you become?

I can become only a corpse.

You know, every sickness is because of not drinking too much.

Are you artist too now?

I don't want anyone to fall inside.

Just like a pit to the hell.

That happens when people dig too much in things.

Don't want to see the maze under us.

Do you hear?

Elves...

You know, every man from this tunnel glimmered like fireflies.

We missed the Good Friday.

All treasures are opened then.

The whole region is standing on silver.

The nobility wants to dig again.

- The count doesn't have enough? - The other one, his brother.

He announced it.

Get up!

Get up, lazybones.

Write it out and we'll repeat what we did yesterday.

I've composed a half of a quartet and he'd sleep until lunch.

I have to I'm still growing.

Come off the bed now.

Where do you have the somnambulist?

Take your example from him.

We'll start from the second sentence.

How do I say, boys? An orchestra is a nation,

- a quartet is...well? - ...a family. - Yes.

I'm sorry, doctor...

The prime has a dotted rhytm here.

And when I repeat it...

the similar eighths.

- How should it be? - Who's supposed to know it?

What did I write? Could it be played at all?

Good day.

Countess is sending a message to you, if you could drop by.

Grandfather.

Grandfather!

Would you give me one rose?

All, if you want.

- One is enough for me. - Which one?

- Possibly... this one. - This one, good.

Please.

Gracias, granpa.

Go through here, it's shorter.

Maestro!

Maestro, we've arranged it.

Don't call me maestro

- or I'll be burned at stake too. - We've been to Pribram's mayor.

He wondered how come you know us.

If you wanted it's possible on eighth.

- We could join together then our feast, your birthday, the fair... - Good.

Instead of a card from Italy?

How many would you say earns his excellency vicemayor per year?

You're offered twice more.

I've asked you for the contract.

Not for an invitation to some exotic country.

They wait for you to become

a founder of the american music.

What happened?

My box got lost.

- The money are gone then? - They're the least problem.

- My diary is gone too. - And you're sitting here just like nothing happened.

I would make a scene because of the thousand of golden.

But because of the notes I have to remain silent.

I don't get it.

What shouldn't be known by anybody

is now possesed by the one who should know least about it.

Everything I had against them now they have against me.

The count... no he wasn't it.

Of course not, it's not his level.

He even hasn't come from Vienna yet.

He keeps his distance.

So it could be only...

It is far more simple.

- Boy, she's got other plans. - Your maid?

Why do you keep her?

Didn't you notice them between my husband

and this little angel...

It couldn't end otherwise.

He decides about her, she decides about him.

I have to wait for them to exploit it.

How?

I'd like for you not be here when it'll happen.

Even a ship ticket is inside.

- Why do they work so much? - Just like people.

In order they can live out of it.

Why do they live?

In order for some strange hand to reach among them.

Just like among us.

Nothing is sure in the world.

Only the death.

Only the others die.

You're not affraid?

I don't know it otherwise.

When I came down the tunnel first time

I said: there are no windows here, I'm going home.

And I got stuck there for over fifty years.

Tell me grandpa, how do you imagine the God?

You know, my mum died when I came to the world.

When I felt really bad,

I've asked for her to show to me in a dream

in order for me to know her appearance.

Well...

If it depended on her

she would surely showed herself.

or the God didn't allow this or there is nothing.

But something has to be.

Until my pipe is burning

I stick here and take what there is.

Mum, you know what you've promised.

- What did you promised again? - We were really looking forward to the fair...

They're writing here that you conduct in Prague on eighth.

- Who crossed it? - It came like this.

We were always all together on my birthday.

Boys has decided to please you.

Now a beautiful moment comes.

The somnambul at the piano doesn't know that I've stolen one paper from him.

How is it possible? They've played it only once.

What a memory!

May I?

Wrinkles are gone.

We are rather punished for beauty.

I'm an old owl, I can see at night.

Return to the theatre.

Just an average talent can stray. I don't pity anything.

There are two kinds of tragedy:

Either a man never reaches what he wants.

Or, which is much worse,

He reaches it.

Just imagine the awe if I had said yes to you then.

Now we understand each other even silently.

We can be silent together isn't it rare?

You don't even know to how much music did you lead me.

Love conversation maybe?

- But that's Tilka! - With the somnambulist.

And I've even composed the music to it.

And the autumn is here.

Did you send the contract?

Everything valuable in the world can be put into a knot.

We'll take a vote.

If I and mum go

I'll bring much money.

But you'll be alone here. For a long time.

Or we'll stay together.

And we'll live humbly.

Should I go?

And who thinks I should stay?

Three also.

Mum didn't vote.

You have to decide again.

It's not just in the fingers. But here. And here.

A mistake?

No.

Maestro.

Maestro.

Maestro, something has disturbed you?

We'll make the concert at our place under the blue sky.

For though I should walk in the midst of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evils.

Do you know about it?

What a shame... there was no concert, the composition doesn't exist, the author is not an author.

The crazy man won't forgive him.

We'll defend ourselves we returned the money.

You did give him the money, right?

Why are you silent?

Josephine!

- And what if the man will come here? - Everything will be alright.

Go to Dvorak, be with him, promise me.

Go already.

Your medicine, madam.

- I'd take rather wine. - But your heart... - Bring it here.

- Rather in the bedroom. - I'm still in command here.

I'm going to the terrace not the eternity.

Wine for two.

You're not going to the concert?

- I'm waiting for the husband and... - you have to get by with me.

I'll accompany you again.

For our meeting?

Do you like the antique?

I wondered how the music

and the distant sentences go together.

Try it yourself, possibly here.

You have to speak loudly, for the feeling.

He walked around the building for a long time and saw how the walls were moving up.

When the church was built and he stood under magnificent dome he fully felt his own nothingness.

He conceived the thought to burn the work and bury the author

in order to be remembered.

Does anyone know a builder's name today?

But everyone knows who Herostrates was.

A combusted fantasy.

Don't you even think I do have a gun with myself?

- A combusted fantasy? - The key.

- Something in return. - Don't try to mingle in things.

- I suppose you know what do you want. - I've said open it.

You let me out immediately.

You won't do it.

The family will put you into an asylum. Waters shall close over you.

The key.

Prague!

They're waiting for us.

Everyone.

Everything's alright.

Tonik.

subtitles by kostej (2011)