All language subtitles for Bohemia Docta or the Labyrinth of the World and the Lust-House of the Heart (A Divine Comedy) (2000).eng

When the day comes when it is
decided that the Crown Jewels

will be exhibited, then all
seven key holders have to meet.

Well, one after the other
unlock it, the doors open,

they go upstairs
into the Coronation Chamber and,

in the safe is the placed Crown
and other relics.

Even the safe has to be opened
and it also has seven locks,

thus, the ritual carries on,
they each open the safe...

-Who?
-Those seven people again,

well: the archbishop,
the President,

Mayor of Prague, Prime Minister,

Leader of Parliament,
Chair of the Senate

and the curate
from the Holy Vitus Chapter.

And do you know
who it was this year?

Well everyone knows
their political leaders.

Charles IV. bought the Crown's
most precious element - a relic.

Thorn from the crown
of Jesus Christ.

On his visit to France he got
the thorn from the French King

and placed it there in
the middle of the sapphire cross,

it was or still is hollow
and there went the thorn.

When you look on the top of the
cross, there in small writing.

A Latin inscription -
"Here is a thorn from His crown".

The precious thing he managed
to acquire for our Royal Crown.

And we can say that you see it
today as did Charles IV.

This Crown was
the Coronation Crown.

Every ruler had borrow it from
Saint Wenceslas for a coronation.

For it he had to pay two hundred
pounds of silver and, then,

after the coronation ceremony
had to return it to Stwenceslas.

Whenever a ruler acted as a King
then he had his own Crown.

This one was solely
for coronations, you understand?

To Prague it came at the end of
the sixties of the last century

for the proposed coronation of
Franz Joseph, unfortunately

it did not take place and therefore
it has stayed in Prague...

What happened happened...

First, in these lands there was
the restoration of capitalism.

Please, come here...

Why do the heels
of the Castle Guard click?

Have you something
on your shoes?

-There is a kind of metal...
-Show it to us.

If it was capitalism
like 150 years ago,

then I would shrug my shoulders

as I'd say there is time enough
in two or three generations

people will learn and so on.
But time flies something rotten.

One badly walks with it...
When ifs wet it's slippery.

BOHEMIA DOCTA or
LABYRINTH of the WORLD

and HEARTS' PARADISE

Boot-metal raises the stamping.
Changing the Guard must be heard.

According to tradition all
meet up, open the door and go in.

But, that Crown is, you know,
still in the cupboard,

there are the identical locks
with those on the door,

they are again opened
with those keys,

and there is then the case
and inside the Crown.

In fact, that Crown is always
kept in that leather case.

Nobody else is allowed
to be right at that ritual.

-What ritual?
-The opening of the doors.

Action!

Al} of your life
you will open up your thighs

in order to fit
in the wondrous mandarine,

you'll sew your dress
out of futility and guilt

in search of that
wondrous mandarine.

And in your head a rush of blood
and in the eyes shadow of night

yearning for the arrival
of that wondrous mandarine.

Many times you'll wish
to turn the gas on

because again
there's no wondrous mandarine.

Until exhausted
at forty you'll be a gonner,

and know that life
is just Gods absurd flow.

Capitalism today,
in which we are confronted,

isn't the capitalism
of Marx's age.

Karlétejn Castle -

smelly champignon from Karlétejn.

The worst of Marx's nightmares
have come to pass.

That the class divisions
of society will cease to exist.

The proletariat,
the ruling class

and the government will be taken
over by a global oligarchy

which is what is happening
throughout the nineties...

This doesn't belong here,

have they got it agreed
with someone like, no way,

it doesn't belong here,
put it somewhere else...

To the amazement and surprise
of non-Marxist theoreticians

starting with Derrida
and ending with Rorty -

one of the first neo-liberal and
neo-conservative thinkers in '70,

he today writes that ifs all
finished with us because

the greatest enemy to freedom
and not only societal freedom

but human freedom,
for the individual,

is new liberalism which showed
itself in the nineties

as the biggest danger
in all of human history.

And in his essay which
was written some 2 years ago...

"| can't any longer appeal much
to you, parents,

you've reached forty, you've
been absorbed by the system,"

turning towards
the Western reader.

In America he began
to threaten them and says:

give your children
only two books to read:

the Gospel and Karl Marx's
'Communist Manifesto'.

90% of people in Czecho
are mushroom-pickers.

It's not like
that anywhere in the world.

Rorty advised parents to give
kids such reading material,

then he argues that if those
kids don't get to understand it

they have no chance in the
first half of the 21 st century.

That it is the only self-defence
- to learn it.

Well, and he is not the only one,
in the West most people say it.

All in all
they are non-Marxists, yeah.

There is a new demand to begin
to re-read Marx, because

Marx analysed it way ahead
that this disaster could happen.

And the rule
of this financial oligarchy.

It's no longer a class, American
journalists counted that

physically it's 40,000 people,

with their relatives way back
it's not more than a million

and in the world there are
over six billion people,

but Marx claims that classes
and a class war exist

only after the one revolution
which he accepts in history

and that is the introduction
of machine production

which is tied up with the
capitalist mode of production.

Before there weren't
classes according to Marx

and, thus, no class
warfare and no revolutions

and says: were getting where
we have no classes and class war.

It's only a characteristic
which is valid

during the period of the
capitalist production process.

And when those classes and
the class war are abolished,

not by going over to socialism,
that is to a just society,

then an oligarchic government
will be created

which will imitate some elements
of social attainments,

but in reality it will be, as
J.L0ndon said, the "iron heel".

Marx, of course,
hadn't yet read Jack London.

Marx, of course,
hadn't yet read Jack London.

And what we have here today
is comparable only

to the era of the last three
centuries of the Roman Empire

when the ratio
of the ruling class sank to 1 %.

Those steps which globalisers
in that Brussels HQ,

plan, they are,
all in all, steps

which are supposed to ensure
society's stability

on the basis of a drastic
decrease in population.

Sure, nice, sensible and rational
from their point of view but

the question remains in what
form they intend to do it.

It's a terreeble time,
terreeble day

in the Acropolis
at midnight transformed,

we're experiencing a sad day,
the last day

of the first comeback of
the group "The Plastic People".

-Long live Magor!
-Ladies and gentlemen,

on the guitar playing for you
Pepa Karafiat - Joe Carnation -

they're going to play tomorrow,
didn't want to tell you -

at the drums sits Honza Brabec,

on the saxophone, wilgo Ségo,
plays Vratislay - Viétta,

on the viola Jiff - [Kéba,

behind the keyboards sits
Pepe Janiéek namely Pepa

and on the bass-guitar we have
the Leader - Founder of the band

Milan 'Mejia' Hlavsa.

He's like Sabina -
traitor to the nation.

The role of Sabina in The
Bartered Bride is unknown to me.

It is Karel Sabina and it is
Bond y. They are different,

slightly different roles -
even, so, they are very similar.

One could say that Bond y is the
Sabina of the Czech underground.

I mean that he had some ties
to that Secret Police.

Diabetes, gentlemen, is the bane
of those with stage-fright.

And on this illustrious day

Ivan Magor Jirous had
the honour to act as compere.

Amen.

Architect Max Urban built the
Film Studios Barrandov .

Tower and both wings was
and remains Phoenix the bird.

When one's twenty

one needs with horror to empty,

but those who're forty

need to puke up plenty...

According to great thinkers
we have it, that Phoenix dies

and comes again, when five
hundredth year comes near.

Dante Alighieri: Divine Comedy

When Gods battle...
saviour of the Arts.

-Zbynék Fiéer...
-Egon Bond y.

Alfons Mucha - twenty paintings,
eighteen years of work.

And when he finished, then
no-one was interested in him.

Is anyone interested in you?

Let me put my teeth back in.
They're keen on me, no fear,

-mainly the young ones.
-You what'?

-The Government fell.
-Got toppled.

Those key figures responsible
for the Government's downfall,

which means Pilip, Ruml...

No, Ruml is unimportant,
above all Lux, Havel

and, of course, Pilip who is
enormously ambitious

still supposedly spurred
on by his wife,

and Ruml who is naive

and who is also steered
from behind by his father.

That was the gang. But Ruml, I'd
say, was the last in on the act.

It was agreed between
Pilip and Lux, of course,

and between Lux
and the President.

A Govt. was being put in place
for the following Wednesday

and all was supposed
to have gone very quickly.

Than ks to the fact
that they misjudged Klaus

because Klaus is a fighter
and he didn't just fold.

He complicated the situation
and we got where we are today.

-Here is Aleé, the painter.
-No.

That's my landlord, MrMacek.
Looks like him exactly.

You said that you're making
some statue right now.

Well now, I've finished it
in fact, it's in a cast.

It's working title is "Person
changing into an aeroplane"

and I'm trying to pour it
into indian rubber.

Is the person turning into a
plane in a form of relationship

-with what's going on here?
-No, probably not - I think not.

Those statues note what is going
on in Bohemia, created in 1990

when they were intoxicated
by the new situation,

we were intoxicated by the fact
that something was happening.

But today the work I create is
rather reacting on generalities,

how people are changing,
their position in nature,

how their shape is changing.

I keep reminding myself
more and more

that the human is not
the centre of the Universe.

That the human is only a link in
the chain of a great community

and that the role which it
usurps is too rash.

That is why all those power
struggles seem to me, so, petty

and I try to find in them
mainly some personal courage,

equality and lack of deceit.

We are illogically floundering,
like around those graves.

I am making a film about
rising from the dead,

I am waiting for the people
to rise again from the dead,

I want to fill the whole of
Prague and Bohemia with them.

As Zépotocky says,
new fighters will arise...

Fyodorov, who was a friend of
Ciolkovski, invented this

and said that everybody, all
of us would go into Outer Space.

And now I just cannot imagine
that I would open up some graves

and someone would climb out
with make-up and haunt.

-It would be kind of sweet..
-Lately, I imagine that...

-When I am here with you...
-So, I rise like a zombie...

We have already risen, already
not been here, because

all those people who live have
already also risen, you see?

-No. I don't understand this.
-I also don't...

Actually I do because
I cannot imagine that someone

puts make-up on us in fifty
years time, that we're worth it,

and chases us
around the graveyard.

You lived next door to Mr.Zeman.
When I realised this

I understood why you kind of
attack the Social Democrats so.

Not in the same house,
just down the street.

But the fact remains that
we frequented the same pub.

The landlord said to Mr. Zeman
who was putting himself about

and demanded a table
when they were all taken

and he told him:
'Mr.Zeman,' careful,

it doesn't end up like
at the old communist pub.

And think that
it might well end up

like that if this dinosaur
got to lead this nation.

I think he is very interesting
but a dinosaur as well.

I perceive him as an interesting
specimen in the context of a ZOO,

but not
as part of the Government.

You love Mr.Klaus and fight
for him with all your soul...

It's not a question of love.
I like people

who are clever and intelligent
and committed.

Apart from Klaus,
one who is not popular at all -

Apart from Klaus,
one who is not popular at all -

Miroslav Macek. I consider him
to be an intelligent person

who is capable of expressing
himself clearly, and reflect.

I don't like
political bullshit...

-You hate Havel in some way.
-It's not a question of hate.

I simply think that
he has fulfilled his role,

that now he is not completely
sane and that

something that was kept under
the lid has come to the surface

which means that he is behaving
hysterically, unjustly,

insolently, sometimes even
immorally and unreasonably.

He loves the taste of power and
likes to show it.

And now imagine that I think
that Kniiék is a great painter.

-And now it seems to me...
-You're probably the only one.

Heck no, I am convinced about it.
And that's one thing.

Another is that you keep saying
such terrible things that,

in fact, in a certain sense
they are comical, you get me?

It seems the humour you have
in your statues and paintings,

that that humour remains
even in your comments.

So, when I hear it I partly seem
to feel that you eliminate

that certain part of absurdity
within your thought

with your pronunciation...

Hm, well I've finished it
in fact. That statue is cast.

The working name is "Person
changing into an aeroplane",

and now I'm trying to cast it
in india-rubber.

-Even the intensity you say it.
-I don't think that is quite so.

I consider that seriousness
is dangerous

and seriousness
isn't at all serious.

If seriousness, age,
and wisdom doesn't

contain a grain of craziness,
a grain of humour,

something, which goes against
what a person is saying then

his expression has no validity.

Thus, in my comments there is
always some contradiction, but

the fact that I consider Havel
to be a bad President and

that Zeman in government is
for me unacceptable,

I believe that is deadly serious.

And I am prepared to dig a hole
and swear to it.

Just think that some people
were saying Kniiék for President.

Sure, that's brilliant.

I would make a self-portrait as
a pigmy in order for it to fit

or I'd be there together with
Havel, such a statue I'd create.

Well, when some people say it
then I would mind,

but when you say it
I do not mind because

there is always
that geyser of some jollity.

Well, a person mustn't
take himself seriously.

When a person starts to think
of himself seriously,

how super or how stupid
it would be

if I became the President then
I'd consider myself an ass.

One can't talk or think of these
things in all seriousness.

Everything in life is necessary
to take and make something of it.

If it came I suppose
I would take it seriously but

a human being cannot
self-adore oneself ahead of time.

You can't say, I am terribly
sad or terribly happy from it.

No. Shit. I am normal in
relation to it, take the mickey

and even take that seriously
and don't stress to it too much.

It's necessary to understand
life that way and no other.

Do you comprehend?

I wanted to say, if you play
Smetana, you'll be kinder...

-I like to play Smetana.
-So greedy of that sensitive...

Would you like me to play
Smetana, a little bit...

No, I don't want it, but...

You don't want that.

Dear Deputy,
we will pour petrol over it.

Let's move it so,
we do not blow up!

TRY IT WITH ME

-You still want me to play nice.
-Even nicer...

-You're such a romantic,
-I am not a romantic.

I should play nice when
I am such a naughty person.

You are not naughty,
you have soul, but...

Look, I am curious
how successful we can be.

It will crack right away when
you let the water run on it.

I think
it is a great difference.

You want Smetana, then, wait if
I don't come up with something...

That's not Smetana.

No, on top of it all -
stuffed with velvet...

-And you don't want Dvofék'?
-Enough.

Forget Smetana.

Dear friends, allow me
to greet you personally

and read you a letter which
was written for this occasion

for the guests
of the Café Slavie

by the President
of the Republic.

Dear friends, respected guests,

today's opening of the Café
Slavie, one of the spaces

which also for me, in my life,
played an absolutely vital role,

I discern as a step
towards a renewal

of the natural structuralisation
of Czech spiritual life.

I take it to be as a perhaps
unostentatious but, at its core,

a deeply symbolic way to remind
ourselves of today's anniversary.

On an absolutely personal basis
I discern it

also as a small victory
of sense over stupidity.

I dare to say with conceit that
I feel it to be also my success.

I wish you a pleasant evening
and particularly wish all of us

that Slavie again becomes
a crossroads

of Prague and Czech spiritual
cultural and social flow

and not just another meeting-
place for suspicious mafias.

It depends on you. If you visit
regularly they won't.

I am looking forward

when my health allows me to sit
at a table by the window

and observe passers-by and
straighten my thoughts.

Yours, Véclav Havel.

I can say it now properly.

Sometimes it happens
that within one a twin is born

and that twin begins to exit
from that person,

maybe a feetie, ear or maybe
a nose grows on the back.

To future novices of mechanical
engineering to plant

into our souls and hearts the
seed of revisionism.

-This is anti-dogmatic thinking.
-Thank you, that's a compliment.

And I recognised
the anti-dogmatism there,

anti-stalinism I recognised
there and, thereby,

became a Marxist and
an oppositionist straight away.

Hi, Marxist.

He holds full responsibility...

He's some kind
of a split personality

among us a person who is
moreover two...

Such physiological schizophrenia.

When those twins are equal he
won't realise he has one inside.

I wanted to say that at the end
of the last film "What to do?"

MLJirous who claims that the
Czech nation cannot be helped

unless it mixes together
in with the Romanies.

It is simply laughable,
but also true.

Because mixing
should not be a steam-roller,

people should not be happy
with being the same,

but united by their difference.

That all we know we listen
to from within ourselves,

by which we are not listening
to the Ego but

listening to something beyond
archetypal subconsciousness,

and when it functions then it
makes sense for other people and

something is created
what wasn't here previously.

Whereas everything else, even
if it's from that subconscious,

from some repressed sexuality or
what, then really it's working

from some repressed sexuality or
what, then really it's working

only with what's here
a combination of what is here.

Well, ifs in fact waiting like
those Romanies and even

we are waiting for the birth
of a nation and

we both, them and us,
wait for our re-birth.

Their complete nation has
a clearly-defined culture,

we don't have any clear culture
if we compare it.

Well, we do have
a clearly-defined culture...

We have ours nicked
from all over the place,

they have nothing that's stolen,
they've got their original one.

We understand their original
culture but we don't theirs.

Smetana is original,
Comenius is original,

Haéek is original
and 'The Plastic People'...

That's difficult to oppose.

Oh, what anguish and agony,

the constipation
of my gross favourings.

It is like the birth
of a nation, it seems to me.

-What did you mean?
-I wanted...

I wanted to tell you that
this meeting is a picture

of the disunity and arguments
of all the difficulties

and successes we have attained
- nobody has evaluated that yet

because the meeting here between
Romanies is traditionally

full of disagreement and
disunity, and that is harmful.

Indisputably because it will
do harm in the Romany community.

Well, isn't that disunity
built into the Romany mentality,

in that you do not create
institutions and

you are important because
you don't actually form them.

You don't create some sneaky
small family, yeah,

you create a large family which
does not have much sense

and is self-destructive
but it has some sense.

What kind of sense
my dear director.

-Well, I do not know.
-Well, then I will tell you.

You have heard
of those self-managing units,

of all that decentralisation,
you've heard of that trend?

W.Europe is going down the road
of decentralisation, self-govt.

Well, but we've already had
2,000 years of some kind

of natural self-government
behind us. There lies the sense.

-Exactly...
-It is encoded in us,

if we take into account that
we are in an industrial society,

simply that society has certain
ties, ifs no longer possible

to lead a nomadic way of life,
steal chickens and shoot rabbits,

then we have
to feed ourselves somehow.

We have to join the institutions
'cos we won't survive...

And find the sources how to
extricate it from that society.

Those chickens and rabbits.

They lived on the land
of the Count from Kounice.

And that one stole horses
and smuggled them across...

I was too small, well,
but I have parents,

mother stole chickens, that
was the life, we travelled...

Here is the Chairman
of the Oles Romanies,

You're delegates
to this conference

which should turn some Romany
associations into State entities.

We are Olas Romanies.

They want those horses back
which got taken from them.

Well, they gave us nothing,
took us about seventy horses,

never got anything paid and the
communists took it by force,

you know even the wagons
and caravans...

Didn't give them a penny.

I have put in a claim
but nothing positive so far...

You have the feeling that
you have to move around?

Well, that is the tradition
of the Olas Romanies but

the twentieth century has
changed it a lot.

Our forebears have died but

we young ones
go with the modern age.

But they would want...

Those caravans which they took
by force, commies, like...

It is a viable way of life
to move from place to place.

It is the best,
an adventurous way of life...

They want to steal
horses again...

They forced us
to stop travelling

which led the Olas community
to a criminal way of life.

Before, the only criminality
the Olas engaged in was

that in a village
a chicken went astray.

Because they were forcibly
accommodated and domiciled

they started to pickpocket and
other criminality followed.

Before that they were craftsmen,
horse-handlers and such,

and earned a living differently
than they are doing today.

So, the consequences of the
ending of a nomadic way of life

was great and deeply-felt.

The spokesman of the Olas
Romanies will give you the rest.

Really they would not want
to steal horses any more but

back then they stole them
and sold them on...

Throw it away and we have a jar.

Well, and I am now,
come dear Deputy - I am...O.K..

I have brought this photo,
I talked about it before

I can
put the photo inside and...

-And burn it.
-No, I won't set light to it.

-I don't get it.
-I have Comenius done like this.

What are you dissolving?
I simply do not...

Just look at it, what it
has done, the water destroys it.

-Castle at Velké Mezifiéi.
-The water destroys it.

I'll go nuts. I won't manage
to even do it as I wanted.

I am totally at a loss.

Karel, come and have a look...

Shaggy Mane.

You are the father of Semtex.
They say.

Well, it's not quite like that,
father of Semtex.

It's a murderous thing,
terrorists bring planes down...

That's what the media thinks,
journalists

who simply like to do
such a media story.

By the way, Semtex, in fact,
that it is called Semtex

is that it was meant
for industrial purposes...

Come, let's sit down.

Semtex does not even have to be
an explosive at all,

that's a marking for explosives,
under water,

for breaking-up of
large boulders in quarries.

And the govt. came to realise
that it could be sent to Libya,

so, it gave it over
to those terrorists.

Not exactly...

Plastic explosive
under the name of SEMTEX

was introduced in 1963 or,

rather, definitely with
that name in 1965.

One version of what was
originally a military explosive

was freed for civilian use.

Don't read newspapers,
don't have a TV nor a radio.

So, I learn about the world with
a two or three week delay

when someone tells me something.

But non-fiction I,
of course, follow closely.

-You don't want to be informed?
-What use is it'?

But your friends say that
you're an émigré right now.

Ha, ha, an émigré surely not,

they probably got confused
when I said that I am an exile.

And that is...

It's that
I've abandoned my flat

and moved a block away

where a friend left me
an empty flat because

the traffic there got so bad
at 51 Nerudova, golden times,

-so you could not work there.
-You intend to go to Serbia.

-So you could not work there.
-You intend to go to Serbia.

I've applied for a visa which I
got, that was about a month ago,

then they didn't give them
to individuals or tourists.

I dreamt of many thousands
of psychiatrists

being sent there
instead of those planes.

Yeah, it wouldn't perhaps need

to send thousands
of psychiatrists to that place

as twenty psychiatrists would
suffice at NATO Headquarters

and, at least, two psychiatrists
in the White House.

I am extremely pleased
and proud that

this is being organised jointly
with the Romany Civic Initiative.

If there is an area
where painful, tragic questions

are being asked
in respect of human rights

then it is very much the links
between the white majority

and the, so-called,
Romany minority.

And together with them we want
to show that we are serious.

That we wish to achieve
something with them,

in a dialogue with them
in respect of human rights.

Those are the kind of first
steps to that globalisation.

We see how they bankrupted those
small tigers of South-East Asia.

Financial oligarchy
can do anything.

It is because we are such
crazy Czechs, right?

I appreciate that you have
a sense of humour.

Are you the creator of Tamara,
a military miracle in E.Europe?

Well, it was the only unique
equipment in the military.

And now we are in front
of a sty with a goat,

and here will take place the
Second World War, pseudo style,

the Third World War will
theoretically follow.

-What is Tamara'?
-It's an instrument

to locate an aircraft
and where a radar is in action.

They say that in Kosovo
with the help of Tamara

they brought down that aircraft
invisible to radar.

An invisible aircraft
is invisible to radar

and as far as I know the 127

doesn't send anything which
could be picked up by Tamara.

So, from Tamara's point of view
it is an uncatohable plane.

That means that you
did not shoot it down.

I think that the 127 wasn't shot
down with the help of Tamara.

That is almost certain.

The war will break out here
any moment.

I heard that you are working
on a totally new machine,

which will scrap Tamara.
Is that true'?

Yes, that's exactly right. Not
working on - already worked out.

It's equipment which will
interfere with Tamara.

All equipment can be interfered
with when it is electronic.

In a stupid brutish way.

Whereas, what I am inventing

will interfere with
Tamara intelligently.

That means that it knows
Tamara's Achilles heel.

Of course,
meaning the Pardubice Tamara.

These Tamaras
which are all over the world

then they
can be interfered with easily.

And they can be interfered
with in a way

that Tamara simply will not even
know that it is being done

and will latch on to a false
target which will not be genuine.

-Stupid Tamara.
-It will be fooled.

Over the mine-fields ropes are
stretched with explosives.

Explosive ropes you could say,

and then, like, when the ropes
fall on that mine-field

or are in some way spread out,

then they are blasted,
and simply the mines

which are under the ropes or
in their vicinity are set off.

I would like for it to also be
seen, everything. Let's go...

...go off with a bang.

This means that in a certain way
you love explosives?

You can't say that
I love explosives.

Everything is coincidence,
like everything in life.

After the war

I entered the Philosophical
Faculty. Not to do chemistry.

I wanted to ask,
your father is a Rector of...

-Used to be.
-...of Charles University.

Why doesn't, for example, Petr
Rezek teach at the University?

You should ask him, he I think
taught at the University and,

as far as I know, left.
Of his own accord actually.

I see it time and time again,
such brains escape somewhere

and other peculiar ones
stay in one place.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Well, I am not sure what I mean,
what I am angling at,

I got to know
Petr Rezek recently and

it just seems to me
a great shame.

I will put the question again
to your father.

I consider Petr Rezek
could teach at a university

but why he does not
I suggest that you ask him.

I did not ask him.

In every period of time
there are groups

who are unable to enter the
marketplace with their know-how.

And all those coups, be they
revolutions or restorations,

tear it apart, icebergs move and

what is underneath
floats to the surface.

MrBrabenec would likewise
not come out

without this restorative
revolution which we had.

Wood wolly-foot.
Velié Castle.

That was an embarrassing
TV series called Major Zeman

with the "Gods whip" song.
It was made to look like us,

they kind of tied it up
with some terrorist group

which tried
to hijack a plane.

They added into it some drugs

and to spice it up
some dejected theology.

Even the lyrics were written
by those Secret Policemen.

They wrote the lyrics
and the music.

The Secret police
proudly allied itself to it.

And Mejia went to the pub...

Mejia took it down the pub
which was being watched

because it was frequented by
Chartists and the underground,

and just to show those pigs
how flexible we were,

we sang their song.

When I was inside at Pankréc
prison there was this kid

who spent his childhood
in institutions

and from kids homes he
fluidly transferred into jails.

When he was little they had
ducks at his grandfathers' yard

and he remembered
that those ducks were very long.

He asked, you were at college,
a duck has four legs, right.

The other jail-birds said-you're
crazy, duck has two legs.

And he kept saying - why,
the duck was this long,

how could it stand on two legs,
it must have four.

In order to let him keep
at least one nice memory

I said: sure, it has one set of
legs in front, more at the back,

otherwise it'd fall over.

Castle Svojanov,
Giant Polypore.

Society will fuse, profit
will go to those who go along

with the stabilised powers,

then it will tear
all over again,

that is an absolutely
necessary cycle.

That's why only now
we understand

why the post-89 political stance
towards the former Eastern block

was such that for five years -
it seemed like childish idiocy -

(according to classical
capitalism) to defeat the enemy,

gain their markets and use them.

Here it has been different -
here the markets are devastated,

purchasing power much reduced,
no investment,

there is no interest
in expanding the market.

Pernétejn - Blue-leg.

But Marx did foresee this.
Unfortunately

he wrote that capitalism
can reach such automation

that it will suffice with small
markets, there will be no need

to expand further which is
what is happening now.

The only strange thing is that
it is claimed that

Tamara aims at the F 127
and it's not emitting anything

which Tamara
could measure or catch.

Thus, we are imprisoned by myths
of technician Brebera: Semtex.

If it wasn't for a few Libyans
or I don't know what maniacs

it would be a normal explosive
with industrial usage

and that machine of yours,
if you could sum up.

It is equipment for military use
which targets

or finds out where targets are,
assuming those targets emit.

When they are quiet,

in another words
there is no bouncing off

but also nothing being emitted.

Tamara is equipment which aims
on the basis of finding out

that some source
is transmitting something.

So, it kind of behaves like bats
or flies, that's how it acts.

I would put it like this:

when some thief comes and wants
to steal during the night

then he'll go and sniff around
during the day,

and in the dark he'll put on
some gear which does not shine.

Walks on tip-toes.

Goes quietly the way he's
already sussed during the day...

There's a petrol tank,
you idiot!

He'll shine a torch about to
ensure he's in the right place.

That's the Stealth. It doesn't
bounce off anything

and does not transmit at all
which Tamara could aim at.

And those Stealths
are now in Kosovo.

Pecka Cash-e.
StGeorgés Mushroom.

W. economists two types.

Afrioanisation and
Latinoamericanisation.

Latinoamericanisation,
exploitation of the type

that some investment
actually happens

because our Latin America lives
on loans for over 200 years

forced on it by the United
States in particular,

and the interest is more than
a third of the US state budget.

It is the chicken that
lays the golden egg, so,

there is no need
to cut its throat.

Then there is Africanisation
where investment brought

little return,
so, the investment was stopped.

They send dried-milk and
aid and such stuff.

I really wanted
one really short fairy-tale.

Somebody was telling it to you,
a Romany fairy-tale.

I can't think of anything.
I am not prepared for it...

What about your colleague,
do you know a Romany fairy-tale.

Please, if we have to then after
the demonstration, could you...

It will provoke tribal wars,
ethnic wars, famines, diseases,

and it'll all kick the bucket
by itself.

And them keep saying officially,
so they are being heard, that

we were doing it empirically and
all in all, it's worked out.

With E. Europe we won't bother
with Latinoamericanisation,

but we will have Africanisation
and we will do it properly there,

scientifically and hygienically.
Well, they sure are doing it.

All that news
coming out of the keyholes

of those people
what sit in that Brussels.

They keep working on it
steadfastly and responsibly but

it sure does not look pretty or
favourable. For anybody.

Except them. For them sure.
For normal folk probably not.

As I attended the Romany
demonstration there was a bomb.

I mean the briefcase
of MrSaid, a lawyer,

whose case was stolen,
money taken out of it.

The whole area was
surrounded by the Police and,

eventually, opened the briefcase
and returned it to Mr.Said.

Such was the bomb
on Wenceslas Square.

Today in the newspaper there was
some geezer carrying a pigs head

who protested on behalf
of Romanies and,

thus, highlight
the concentration camps

where today stands a pig-farm
and the Romanies sent there.

You don't know what you should
shoot nor what you should paint.

You can't keep up
with it all from that bloke

with the briefcase which became
a bomb and wasn't a bomb,

and the guy with the pig's head
who ran around there yesterday.

Who, though, did not get
any support whatsoever

except photographers and TV.

What are you actually doing
when you paint?

We all dream to want to paint
those cases, the secret ones.

Only few succeed,
that pensioner who passed by

and reported it
that it could be a bomb.

Mostly one paints it -
or Boudnik had explosionalism.

He thought the painting
should explode.

But it does not interest anyone,
it was very lucky that

the briefcase was noticed
and the person panicked.

With the painting no-one
will become that nervous.

Maybe the painting should again
become more dangerous.

I think that after a film or a
painting something should occur-

I always say to myself that
Verdi, Hernani and off we go.

In other paintings
something happens and all wrong.

I see Picasso's 'Guernica' and
it's all wrong in that picture.

For sure, it's, of course,
anti-war, but it's all wrong

because you can't
co-exist with that painting.

Because that painting should
not block one's creativity.

What should actually come out
of that painting?

If we were to take statistics
from 1990,

then we had 28 dead within
federal Czechoslovakia.

From January 1993 up
to the present time

within the Czech republic
there were 18 victims.

All were victims of racially
motivated skinheads.

We are upset that

these victims were treated by
the Government with indifference.

The Government was silent and
did not offer any solidarity

as it did in the case of the
last death of a Sudanese student.

We feel damaged in that, may be,
there were needless deaths

because the Government
failed to fulfil its duty

as the keeper of the peace,
keeper of security.

They are incapable
to imprison even those who kill,

they're incapable of sentencing
killers of the 50's and the 70's,

that's a terrible slapstick.

That is your view, I think that
partly it is also an intention.

Because from statistics from the
last elections from June 1996

30% of professional soldiers
and policemen

voted the far-right
Republican Party.

These 30% are
supporters of skinheads

and if they get any complaint
from Romanies

regarding their security then
they will not want to respond.

Not that they can't -
they won't.

The water is destroying it.
I thought that it won't.

I have to dry it
and put it into the jar.

I also placed Comenius there.
I'll do it later.

Why did you put Comenius
into the jar'?

Why did you put Comenius
into the jar'?

Because the shape of the jar
dissolves the seriousness

-of Comenius' face...
-Navarov. Cow boletus.

...one of the most
horrific experiences.

You know, when those racists
laid into you.

I don't know whether
they were racists.

-You cannot accuse like that.
-But one can guess.

Back then
defended Romanies,

you weren't very tolerant
of the extreme Republicans...

You understand,
I see those consequences from it.

And because I am terrified of
those ends, let me go back a bit.

Comenius with all that
seriousness on his face,

so I put him into that bulb
and he got much nicer.

-He is a little comical there.
-Because he is little askew'?

Yes, it would be
a little comical,

one doesn't have such
fatal anxieties from him.

He ran across that red
glade to a foreign country,

here a person weaves away
from some beasties, you know,

and comes out scarred and
all that has to be dissolved,

unforgotten, forgotten.

-Brain Fungus.
-Forget, not forgetting.

I understand, I am beginning
to understand you,

you want to like humanise
this photo of Julius Fuéik.

By putting it into a bulb. Yes?
Well, that's O.K.

I don't have any objection
if I look a little comical...

I have this problem.

They cut you up
something awful in the face.

Today it is gone. Because
plastic surgery is something.

In fact, if I made a film
where somebody attacked you,

I would get a group who
attack some actor

in order to play the whole lot,
I simply can't, I would throw up.

One could say that, at the time,
it was really super, world class.

If, then, we consider that the
American explosive C4,

which also can be seen in
American action films,

which they began making in '55.

The content was probably
finished in '52

and in bigger numbers they
started to produce it in 55,

-around the same time as us.
-Look at this again...

Strictly speaking,
in an explosive sense,

from the point
of view of its power of

effectiveness,
the American C4 was that

little bit better than SEMTEX.

Sound-man, still running. If one
kills someone during a war

I don't understand that
they don't eat them.

He should eat him.

There would be too much,
that food. I am joking - not on.

Where would we set those unknown
soldiers for memorials.

But you produce explosives
which pulverise the human body.

You can't eat it then.

But the greater killing is
from ordinary armaments,

it can be from
a machine-gun or anything else.

It remains important for me that
you haven't caused any deaths,

you didn't say
go and blast someone.

Most of the technicians
in this field today

also never caused someone's
death. It's for the Army,

as you pass it over to the Army,
they do as they see fit.

But the Czech Army has always
functioned on the basis that

soldiers run abroad and then
they come back with someone else.

With the Swedes they came back,

with Russians,
with Americans they came,

with Italians, with the French
during the First World war...

Although, talking
of the Second World War

there was a certain resistance
here, even armed resistance.

New ideas for war came about
here in the Czech lands.

DON'T THROW FAG-ENDS INTO
THE PISS-POTS

WE DON'T PEE INTO YOUR
ASHTRAYS AT HOME

Pre-war Czecho was the 2nd
largest exporter of arms.

You're a brilliant inventor
and I keep thinking that

you would never say
to someone - go and kill.

No, that was never the intention,
it is nonsense to think this.

...say to someone - go and kill.

Even if there is work on
a variety of weapon systems,

there is enormous teamwork.

The researcher or the technician
works on a pan in a given area.

And the plastic explosive
is the finished product.

DON'T THROW FAG-ENDS INTO
THE PISS-POTS

WE DON'T PEE INTO YOUR
ASHTRAYS AT HOME

Nobody has to use it
against somebody else.

Those explosives which are
designated for peaceful purposes

they can be also used against
someone.

In the world there is a white
side as well as a black side,

and one says to oneself that
for those creative people

whether their works arise
out of the white or black side

they can be used
in a beautiful way.

Beautiful,
what do you call beautiful...

Even if we go back in time,

Nobel did not discover
nitro-glycerine.

The first time an Italian
Sovrero synthesised it

some twenty years before Nobel.

Nobel really introduced
the production of nitro-glycerine.

-Giant Polypore.
-I can't demand from people

to do horrible things even if it
was staged like in a theatre.

What I cope with is a puppet.
That little head.

Because you can always
see the pulleys,

or I will hold the head like
this, you can see the pulleys,

that fate,
that someone is leading it,

I really wait-for what is more
miraculous than her story,

than that idiotic fate. I wait
for what is more miraculous

than some idiot
who throws himself at a person.

Why mention it when
I have to remind myself:

yes, there is fate,
there are these gross events

for the world to work because
it is formed in this stupid way.

On the other hand, human
abilities surmount that fate,

which means doing things out of
synch of all those stupidities,

those massacres,
those beating of heads.

Shield Mushroom.

Getting back to Romanies.
You sit on some Commission.

Now I thought you were going
to ask me if I am a Romany.

-Castle Sobivec.
-What was fascinating was that

some of the most valued newsmen,
when they interviewed me,

they stopped recording and said:
please-off the record.

Is it true
that you are a Romany'?

You know, if I was a Romany
I would not be ashamed of it

but as I am not a Romany
why should I say that I am.

Occasionally I go and lecture at
the Dept of Explosives...

-Where'?
-In Pardubice.

What we are doing here

makes absolutely no sense...

All I could say is that they
are playing at soldiers here.

We are playing at soldiers.

On 1 May
I cried as a nine-year old

as I could not go on the parade
'cos dad gave me a sick-note:

Léda Ptééek cannot
join in on 1 May

as he has to help pull the
manure can and plant potatoes.

I make up for it today 'cos
I planted the potatoes early.

I make up for it today 'cos
I planted the potatoes early.

Let me speak to these men.

You do what you like, sir -
but this is my place.

We'll move aside...

-You did not know each other...
-No.

I used to know many people
from his village, yeah...

You knew the first Managing
Director, that Miroslav Slezék.

-I knew Slezék.
-After him came Hlouéek.

You didn't know him,
he was a working-class Director.

Well no, I knew one, he was
there only a mo', from Prague,

that was sometime in 60's, 65.

I wasn't there any more,
they kicked me out in 58.

-When did they throw you out?
-Didn't throw me out per se

after 68. Definitely,
at the beginning of 70.

Thanks to that working-class
Director I got ousted because

I objected that the Director
should be in some way an expert.

I was expelled from the Party as
I didn't agree with the invasion.

I never joined the Party.

I'll tell you some idiocies.
I am doing cinema

about people rising
from the dead and

that Michal Fyodorovic Fyodorov
wants all to rise and

thinks they will all come out.
And that they will be here and,

so, many of them that there
won't be enough space here.

When they all don't fit they'll
disperse all over the galaxy.

It would do if the majority of
the live ones would crawl away

rather than import
post-human souls of those dead.

You nihilist!

Probably it was not relevant.

Some live ones I'd substitute
with more dead ones.

If one was able to regulate it.
But the ratio would be upset.

But the truth is that a person,
when alive,

then mostly communicates
with those dead ones.

Those few who make sense you can
count on your fingers.

So, in fact all the time
we talk with the dead.

I listen to Chopin, listen
to Dvolék - they're all deceased,

I read those who've passed on,
I communicate with them.

-And who're you?
-Nearly deceased.

-I am Karel Vachek.
-I know. I am Vratislav Erbr.

Pleased to meet you.
I am glad I see you, so, alive

even if it's all about dead ones.
Isn't it an illusion?

Ti me fl ies,
even for the live ones.

The dead ones are eternal.

I really like the idea that they
would all be here you know.

Well,
in their way they are here.

-They are not here physically.
-Truly, they don't stink us out!

I am Karel Vaohek, who are you?

Michal Wernisch
alias Evald Murer.

The one who Petr Krél
wrote me about

-he said you're a poet.
-That's possible

it Krél wrote it..
He rust know, for sure.

-And what's that?
-That is our daughter Rozarka.

She is the grand-daughter
of the poet Ivan Wernisch

and daughter of Evald Murer
which is interesting.

-Doesn't work.
Everything is possible.

Mr.K. I wanted to ask what does
the poet Divié mean to you.

It's on a different plane.

I don't read it,
don't understand it.

It has certain power,
great value but...

And is there anybody...

ls there anybody
who you would read?

It'll be those deceased. Rather
than one of those living ones.

Only the dead ones. You wouldn't
read the ones that are alive.

You pushed them under my nose,
I didn't start talking about them.

Some verses
of those live ones I like.

But that I would enthuse about
one of the present ones,

that I can't say.

I read Stankovié
or read your things.

Some say I should read Mr.Marx,
there is something here...

Excuse me,
is there a poet you respect?

Here? No!

When I want to read something
which really entertains me

I rather read someone
who is not here any more.

Because I know them
and I return to them.

With my wife Helena
I chat very often.

You're over eighty.
Do you know what that means?

I was born in 1913 and there
is nothing you can do about it.

Let's have a drink.

That's good wine.

But you see, now you've got me,
keep an eye on it.

Well, sod me - as they say.
With those years, I mean.

I thought something
like seventy six.

There's that Fajkus, from Brno.

I think he lives
in Dillinger street number 1.

Terribly young
and he is a real poet.

There he is.

Why don't you hold a glass
when they're photographing you.

There's that Fajkus,
that beautiful boy.

That's him.

That's a new poet.

Robert. That's him.

You know, he told us
about Dillinger street.

-Who was it?
-Some painter supposedly.

You're an idiot.
I wrote you a long letter.

-You said it was some gangster.
-He was a multiple murderer

and when I was ten
the news was all around Prague.

John Dillinger. Terrible name
for a terrible person.

Like Al Capone.
But Al Capone had alcohol.

Shot them all,
got 3 times 99 years

in a jail called Alcatraz.

That street was named
during the totalitarian era,

so, probably it was no gangster,
it had to be some painter,

may be gangster too.

But I want those dead ones
to stay alive.

-Are you making fun of me?
-No way, I would not dare.

I simply think that all those
who were here should return,

so, everyone would be here
together. For a moment, now.

That's acceptable.

There is a particular theory
by M.F.Fyodorov,

a Russian philosopher
from the nineteenth century.

For him, they all rise from
the dead and remain on Earth,

and because there is not enough
space they disperse into space.

He claims that all
beings who were here

should return.

But you never have such ideas?

—Why fiot?

What why not, I just DON'T.
Rising from the dead is nonsense.

There does not exist
an eschatological sanction

which means
no nether world exists.

If there is no nether world,

as an eschatological sanction,
and put religiously catholically,

then there can be
no rising from the dead.

And if it was like that it would
have be totally nonsensical.

I could meet Dante,
Dante In Corpore.

You can't because he's been dead
for 650 years.

I want it,
I want to see it just once.

-Well, there's something in that.
-You know, I always think that

it must have remained somewhere
in plaster just like on an LP.

It is true...

It can be accepted
that when you die, physically,

that there will remain
or evaporate

three hundred million atoms.

According to Law
of energy preservation

those three billion atoms
are undoubtedly indestructible,

circling somewhere,
whereby in my room

there are hundred thousand
Cleopatra's molecules.

But I say bugger to that!

Because I would like to screw
Cleopatra physically in bed,

and I can't.

I would want to screw her

if she really was as alluring
as Julius Caesar imagined.

Or I would wish - forlorn hopes.
For Dostoyevsky to walk in.

With whom I would discuss
a religious problem.

But he will not enter. Never.

The consecrated grave
from which You gloriously arose.

And through You are also holy
the graves of all believers

for they died with You
and will arise with You.

We beseech You to let our
brother Ivan Divié rest in peace

to await the time when You
wake him and in Your light

sees God because You are
our resurrection and life,

You live and reign
for ever more. Amen.

Relieve us of all evil, not least,
from circumstances of Kosovo,

protect us Almighty God, Father,
Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Are there any among Czechs
you would wish to hear?

Mécha.

And he would yell at me,
he would be offensive

and intolerably jealous of
that cunt of his, that Lori.

But I wouldn't enjoy it. His
Krkonoé Pilgrimage would be fun

and those twenty striking
verses from his Méj.

I would discuss this with him.
He wouldn't give me the pleasure.

He would be aggressive,
as per usual,

and indigestible company.
That's well known.

Aggressive...
You'd say:

"That Lori, she's got
marvellous little ears."

Then, he'd perhaps drive a knife
into your stomach. Madman!

In this sense I would want
the dead to arise.

Call up people who fascinate me.

Pascal. For a moment,
only for a while.

Or Nietzsche or Heidegger,
those yes.

But only for a moment.
But it will never happen...

castle.

...that is possible that
like when Nietzsche died

that according to
the Law of preserving energy

there remained in the atmosphere
five hundred million atoms...

-Shaggy Parasol.
-...circling aimlessly above.

And, thereafter,
evaporating into the cosmos.

He has enough space there.

If the film were to be of
good quality, dear director,

then it will be, that is a thing
of which I thought about.

It would only be superficial.
It would only hold style.

It would have no content though
it would be very attractive.

Because it is important
what you experience during it

and that is simply
indescribable.

Those are experiences which
you only can go through

when you are dying
or are being born.

Because when I am asked what
I remember of it

believe me that
I only remember total silence.

I know that. But I do not know

whether that silence lasted
thirty seconds or ten minutes.

Life kind of stopped and in
that moment one seemed absent.

Only something
was happening to you.

That is the first thing you
could not grasp from the outside

even if it was as obvious as in
an action film and, secondly,

and I think crucially,
that you realise what is FEAR -

which, though, stays with
you for the rest of your life.

Like... are you listening
to what I am saying?

Very much so, to every word.

That's a different
kind of fear, not a fear

of being scared to be in such
a situation I ended up in.

It's a fear which sticks to you
when you walk into a street.

I never looked behind me waiting
at a junction for the lights.

When I waited for the metro I
used to stand by the safety line

which I simply don't do any more.
Without even thinking.

That, you understand,
simply overwhelms you.

I'll say something silly.
You seem to me like a brave M.P..

Maybe you even are.

Orphan Castle.
Oyster Mushroom.

From the moment it happened
something changed in Czecho.

When I saw your head and saw
something I could not touch,

it seemed to me
that it was symbolic,

not that you were a symbol
or a hero, you understand,

but that something happened
and you were a part of it.

Do you understand...

Now you are tinged by
it and clearly cannot back out.

You have to express
yourself in that sense.

Get involved in certain things.

In relation to ethnic minorities
in Parliament, you understand.

Hang on! I became entangled
in this even before that.

It's laughable that you
receive a kick from fate

which strengthens what you say.

As long as you don't start
talking nonsense.

Are you trying to say that my
opinion will be more respected?

Yes, because you know
something of that horror.

That's not true. From my own
experience I can tell you that

I have more often come across
the view, or a variety of views,

that, in fact,
I am a black swine like those

that I defend. I talk crap.
Haven't I had enough?

We are all black swine.
I am also a black swine.

Well, you said that nicely.
That strengthens you.

I am aware that it reduces
one's strength but

ultimately, as a consequence,
it makes you more powerful.

I think, though, that would be
the worst outcome,

sorry that I am opposing you,
as a colleague I beg to differ-

that would be the worst thing
that could happen because

I would become someone who is
doing something just for effect.

No, that cannot possibly happen
to you. We are just diluting it.

That yourself, that you are
capable even of talking about it.

If I was convinced that

because of this I had more
respect thafll be dangerous.

I would take on a role. Well,
you know this as a director.

-I have spoiled your plan.
-No.

A person gets a helping hand
from fate in a horrific manner,

boost - downer in a way,
something a person wouldn't wish.

I have to admit that it
did not really strengthen me.

I told you a moment ago that, to
the contrary, my fears increased.

Not the kind of fear which
would stop me being a politician

avoiding touchy subjects,
but gave me an unknown fear.

Avoiding touchy subjects,
but gave me an unknown fear.

Fear from every hour which
I spend in an environment

where I don't know
what is going to happen.

You think that
gives strength? No.

Yes, because it gives us
a kick up the backside.

-I sometimes bellowed in fear.
-You bellowed in fear?

Yes, until one gets totally rid
of it like, or nearly,

because a person does not
ever get rid of it absolutely.

The organism strengthens. Unless
one has a total breakdown.

It's ever a thin line between
the nut-house and the street.

That dog has been crossed with a
sausage dog, thus has short legs.

And every one of our politicians
do not reach even his knees.

I said that in a live broadcast,
but firstly asked if it was live.

When they affirmed I said this.
Then there was a minute silence.

-This was on the State TV?
-No, it was commercial NOVA.

NOVA with its Director Zelezny.
Zelezny. He throws the javelin.

He introduced me his bodyguards.

In no idiotic American soap
did I see someone

introducing you to six foot
heavies who stand beside him.

That's democracy.

-That is People's Democracy.
-Intros to heavies is democracy.

There is greatest censorship
in late-night erotic programmes.

-They crossed out my dick.
-Sweetie, feel my dick.

Wait, you agree to your
brother doing such things?

Does it because of money.
Has an evil wife.

She needs him to bring in at
least twenty thousand a month.

Nobody would get me to do it.

-Got the Literary paper here...
-We'll put this on film.

Fool, fool, fool...

...the Literary Newspaper from
the week that Ivan Divié died.

And here are his verses
about rising from the dead and

if timed him 1, 2, 3 months ago,
talked to him about this.

All the time he babbled on
'bout some Dillinger from Brno.

'E said he was a murderer
and a gangster.

In that very newspaper it says-
Karel, look at it -

graphic designer Petr Dillinger.

And here it is written
that he died 45 years ago

and did wood carvings
for "Grannie",

isn't that strange that
that very day I read about them.

Grandad orally, granma anally.

First opera was for the nation.
Composed in the pre-war Republic

where Lukeé tried
to create some committed art.

This opera ends
in a tragi-comic fashion,

in fact it presents the
incompetence of our acrobats.

This is, so, as on to the stage
of the National Theatre

lands one of the flyers
as a piece of frazzled bacon.

Lukeé, by the way,
composed 38 operas.

Shortened essay
by Petr Rezek - HOOF.

That is reality.

That is a model
according to reality,

a piece of art.

And a piece of art causes

the creation of a new reality -

a shoe.

Probably placed the little peg
badly, I forget sometimes.

Shaggy Mane.

...and thus a created
new reality

which I can put on my foot.

When the Germans came he tried
again to be loyal in some way.

But that loyalty of his always
proved the proverb was apt:

Do favours for the devil
and hell will reward you.

In front of the hospital
in Louny,

where in the winter of 44
he worked as a doctor

an ambulance (which was in the
service of the Gestapo), crashed.

It ran over some SA doctor
bloke, by name of Kaiser,

well-known locally
as an active fascist.

This German broke many bones

and was unlucky the hospital
had a shortage of bandages

and Lukeé didn't notice
breakages deep in the pelvis,

so, the German
died of embolism and

there were efforts to turn
Lukeé into an outcast,

an anti-German Czech saboteur,
as they used to say, and

eventually ended up
on a psychiatric ward

under Professor Mysliveéek
in Prague and,

thus, this Mysliveéek really put
his neck on the line

and saved Lukeé
from a catastrophe.

You know what gives us
extra strength:

when voluntarily you do
something you're afraid of.

And that is the case
when you were in opposition.

Like during
the previous political era.

You know what was most
horrifying? To say the first NO!

To refuse something.

To choose to cross
the road with a red light.

On the basis of that voluntary
NO, then all the following NOs

are terribly unimportant
and come about much more easily.

This surely was not a voluntary
decision on my part,

that what happened
to me happened.

During May 1968

people collected gold to put up
statues of Masaryk

and for the Czech Republics'
gold reserves...

We gave gold, a golden necklace
and then got our gander up...

If you consider that year 89,
only four months later people

were arguing over property.
That is also a basic difference.

There's also a big difference in
that mystical quality of Dubéek.

Lots of people make fun of him
but I, who saw him from close up

and talked to him, know
that he was a great mystic.

And that he was, so, terribly
dumb because he was so internal

which lots of people
did not realise...

I knew him very personally,

I used to visit him
frequently in Slovakia...

...there is another
such slapstick in Czecho.

We had another
such a crazy President

and he ended up likewise
wretchedly.

That was Edvard Beneé.
If you ever heard him squeal...

-That voice pitch...
-In history one can sense

that dependence that Masaryk had
on Beneé. How much he needed him.

Because he saw his qualities

as a human being.

He worked with good and bad
means, but correctly.

So, Beneé seems in the eyes of
some people as partly a rogue.

But he foresaw the future
which is a mystery to me.

I dislike those who do it
sensibly and emotionally

which is why I don't like the
theatre which depends on emotion.

Actors usually
don't keep a distance.

But Beneé, and Dubéek, had the
quality of the actor O. Novy.

You gawp what nonsense they talk
and you feel good.

Because something good
is happening there.

That is very deep.
Those are really strange things.

Although, some can interpret it
quite the other way round and

talk about it as totally
nonsensical acts,

as badly managed events.

Doctor Jan Lukeé
who was born in 1912

was a doctor, a dermatologist,
a psychiatrist,

a linguist and poet,
a mathematician and a chemist.

His frequent stage experiments
with various explosives

relate to his original
interest in chemistry.

Kfivoklét Castle.
Yellow-tipped Coral.

...and a calligrapher he was. Or
ties it with VéchaFs book cult.

He invented altogether
16 artificial languages,

and worked into a proper form,
like Esperanto, two of them.

And worked into a proper form,
like Esperanto, two of them.

In order to communicate
with his wife,

who was called Dahoriane and
came from another planet

landing in a space-ship near his
cottage near Solopysky,

he invented a language, so,
that he could talk to her.

Yes, he was also
a fiction writer.

His greatest deviation from
norm, though, was his music.

And his requiem which he
composed. It's not mystification.

Somewhere he writes that when he
comes before his final judgement

he will have the score of his
Requiem under his arm.

That is the important deviation
which liberates the most and

increases the distance from
mediocrity and the average

in which he felt, so,
uncomfortable and incapable,

and it was that very centre
in which:

Do favour for the devil
and he will reward you.

Ré bi Castle.
Pigskin Poison Puffball.

Well, after the war
it all carried on

with Lukeé unleashing
a humorous movement

with the publication
"My Freedom"

and called Paxism.
But the joke was misunderstood,

he was arrested in 1946 by
the Secret Police

and taken to the nut-house
spending four months there

and becoming professionally
disqualified.

At the onset of the Fifties
he tried a return to medicine

but it was no longer possible.

Here we are in Litomyél, here is
Stakhanovite of Jan Lukeé,

composer MrNusék,
poet Petr Kréfl...

Opera "Stakhanovite"
you have to say.

That had to be for him
a great project.

It's only a prologue,
and a first and second part,

so, the whole had to be
much thicker, God knows,

ifs perhaps only a half and
it's a piano score in fact.

No, not a piano score,
ifs a kind of an outline.

Everything is there. Even the
weather and the nation's history.

-Are we filming it?
-Let the overture begin.

The tuba has kind of B, but
starts otherwise in a clean C...

He even has
instrumental notes here.

That is ceremonial overture...

You know, he seems to me like

a cross between
Smetana and Dobiéé, indeed!

It depends
in what year he did this.

-Did he create it before Dobiéé?
-Didn't Dobiéé steal it?

We'll get started
on the first Act.

Well, here is something to get
teeth into,

there the jungle begins

into which I don't dare
to venture into.

I like the overture as it's
dedicated to victors.

Ceremonial overture
for the Police choirs.

So, the Police
were supposed to sing in choirs.

And the Secret Police hidden
in the orchestra, they only hum.

Definitely, that overture
is some kind of march and

as one can see
isn't quite finished

in places, a certain indication.

And now in unison the chorus,
smoothly into it,

here it ends with something
extremely unusual...

No, it isn't unusual
only written strangely

and suddenly they begin to sing:
Glory be to Marx and Engels,

Lenin, Stalin.

Fathers of the working class...

Now accompaniment, jumps lower,
a very modern approach isn't it,

and now the text...

Thus, gave wisdom to the world,
which is above all wisdom.

-Music thus...
-Cascade-like.

Like the SS man, who was asked
at the Nuremberg trial

why he did not hang the three-
year old little girl in the camp.

"| have children, I couldn't do
it." "Were you punished?"

"Nothing happened to me,
somebody else carried it out."

Same, one could refuse to oo-
operate with the Secret Police.

One could have said
|won't do it, I can't do it

but a fair majority of people
accepted it.

Read it, makes pleasant reading.

We shall calm ourselves,
my butt is wet from the sand.

After the overture,
before the actual Act starts

-there is the dedication.
-Kare|,

you have to film that.

Lukeé thought every opera
should be dedicated to a woman.

Indeed, Lukeé did great
things in that opera.

He wrote the 4th and 5th Acts
of 'The Bartered Bride'.

He got rid of
Smetands happy-end.

He brings the Micha clan towards
catastrophe. But in the end

Smetana's happy-end
wins anyway.

Mafenka as the Carmelite
convent Lady Superior who,

when at the end of her tether,

Jenik instead of Jesus
appears to her

and this Jenik takes her off
into that initial Smetana eden.

When Luke§s mother dies
he loses the will to live,

a hand-to-mouth existence
in that flat until 70,

himself rings the loony-bin
to pick him up because

he claims that
the s have multiplied,

so, much that he cannot exist
there any more and really

when the flat is opened up
a massive swarm of moths escape

having eaten all the bedding,

and because he tries
to wash windows with acetone,

light was created
as in an eclipse,

thus being left
only with artificial light.

Then he was taken off to the
mad-house where he died in 77.

Well, and to that tragic life
he added a nice thought -

some operas and some
lives are, so, tragic

that they are best
left unfinished.

Every day among devils I wake,

slowly a devil I make

Every day among devils I wake,

slowly a devil I make

I know a crystal spring where
thickest is the fearing, there

grows dark fern and
around a red killer is hovering

to gobble dragons, and there
must I day and night be of help

enslaved
in Police-slavery be.

Enslaved
in Police-slavery be.

Charter 77,
the grey zone and you...

The conditions under the
previous regime were very tough.

They were hard for me since 48

when I wrote:
Litera scripta manet -

I wrote of the Soviet Union
as a fascist set-up

which has nothing in common
with Marxism and Socialism

and that it has to be removed by
a new revolution.

I was 18 at the time, so, I
could not imagine anything else

but a new Trockyist revolution.

From that time I have repeated
it a hundred times and

I have not spent
those times in clover,

through the Fifties,
through the Sixties.

I must be one of the oldest
dissidents, illegal since 48.

-Kombucha. Kunétice mountain.
-The Secret police and you.

I have the impression that all
who remember those times know

that the Secret Police followed
all who were non-conformists,

which meant thousands of people.

What they put down
in their materials,

they were things
nobody controlled.

There they could write
what they wanted.

What was found, let's say,
later in the archives

is a question of how much those
materials can be relied upon.

The Secret Police had interest
in as many informers as possible.

They created false
documentation and

to son them out is the role
of historians, not mine.

That contact with
the Secret Police visiting,

spying was common to all those
non-conformists,

particularly after 68,
and you can ask anybody.

Every day among devils I wake,

slowly a devil I make

Every day among devils I wake,

slowly a devil I make

I know a crystal spring where
thickest is the fearing, there

grows dark fern and around
a red killer is hovering

to gobble dragons,
and there must I day and night

be of help enslaved
in Police-slavery be.

Be of help enslaved
in Police-slavery be.

But some people claim that
they are completely clean...

The one who did not get involved
remained all clean.

These involved people
for one reason or another,

and were simply the majority,
did it for profit or out of fear.

Then there were people
who became involved against

and there were people
who played it both ways.

Those who privately claimed that
they are anti-communists and,

at the same time,
drank in the State trough,

or if they were in the Arts
then they did very dirty work

because they created, for good
money, a fig-leaf for the regime

showing that there
is a cultural and free life.

Of those there were many,
it was a so-called grey zone.

Every day among devils I wake,

slowly a devil I make

Every day among devils I wake

slowly a devil I make

I know a crystal spring where
thickest is the fearing, there

grows dark fern and around
a red killer is hovering

to gobble dragons, and there
must I day and night

be of help enslaved
in Police-slavery be.

Be of help enslaved
in Police-slavery be.

The grey zone finished with
Havel. There they concentrated.

There he organised banquets
for them. In his flat.

And when I had to show up,
or people like me,

to make a show out of politesse,

then by hook
and crook we kept at

arms length from those members
of the grey zone,

and after fulfilling societal
niceties we quickly departed.

I talked with your wife and
said that you want to.

Otherwise, I would not start
to talk about it in any way.

Well, don't like
talking about it.

I'm peeved with myself that
they got the signature out of me,

loathe those times and hate
it even today, and that's it!

Won't talk about it, because...

It wouldn't be for one talk but
for a whole long feature film.

How those pincers look like that
they got the signature from you?

Because some pinoers
there must have been.

Well, of course,
there were pincers.

Surely, don't say that two
gentlemen came along... well...

No, that's not how it was,
of course.

Well, they invite you
for interrogation,

put right in front of you
a charge, hooliganism,

defamation of the Head of State,
about four Articles there were.

I was young, stupid twenty-two
year old kid. That's hard.

You want to make me seem...
There are two possibilities.

Either you make me look an ass
who allows scars to be drawn.

The hate-mail came - you had it
done at the Film Studios anyway.

It's actually happening.
Well, they were awful letters.

Or you want me, and admit it,
that you're such a wag that

it'll be a sort of psycho-
theatre where you want to create

an atmosphere,
so, you get the upper hand.

In order to cut into me.
But I won't let that happen.

Notice that you don't
feel that bad 'til now.

In the moment when you start to
paint a scar over my face

-you are reaching into my soul...
-I am asking your permission.

Would you
scar me on my hand perhaps?

It's my film.
Do it dear make-up artist.

On the hand,
you can even do it on mine.

First on this hand...

At least I'll know
how it's clone.

Wouldn't it be easier to out me?

Castle.
Clouded Aggric.

As Villon knifes him
I said to myself - "Man,

I need it like in the pictures
blood seeping from the mouth."

Nobody knew how to do it and
in Brno we ran into

a friend of Bolek Polivka, Mr.
Pecha, and he said: buy a condom,

fill it up with red-dye used
in the processing industry.

That sack used for sperms,
tie it well, snip it and

-put in the mouth...
-Czech dye processing.

...then you bite and it works. I
have two grand memories of that.

First, I asked the lady producer
if she'd go and buy some condoms

First, I asked the lady producer
if she'd go and buy some condoms

and she says - how many? I ask,
how many times do you repeat

and she said 150 times, so,
I said go and buy 200 condoms.

She goes into the chemists and
asks the sales-lady for condoms,

how many she retorts,
two hundred says she.

The girls' eyes bulged and sold
it to her,

and the production woman says,
hang on, I need a receipt.

And the other one where an actor
nearly died because of it.

Because he breathed the dye in,
after the twenty-fifth take,

well, the natural dye basically
affected his bronchial tubes and

he started to croak something
rotten on that stage,

and we all sat and commented:
Christ, he's brilliant

how he's feigning his death,
and he really was dying.

Now we can wash it off.
Come over here please...

Great, you weren't listening
to me in the slightest.

I was listening.

And that's how I looked.

It was terrible. When I got
to the Parliament reception

I was shaking all over, I had
this shawl which was all red

and I said: "lads, I need
something to drink."

Before I had a sip of the
mineral-water it was blood-red.

What does it prove?

You used that Czech processing
dye on me...

Yeah, and I kept that for luck.
It's from my daughter.

How does it look -
right beside the kisser-

it's interesting, seems as if
my nose is all huge...

-Almost gothic.
-I now look...

My wife sometimes says that
I look like a half-crazed Arab.

Well, ifs pretty unique.

I've got one 36 year
old Sara and swear that

squabbles notwithstanding

and even with stand-up
battles and fist fights

I'll stay with her until the end.
And let it last twice as long.

My brother keeps switching
his women too much.

The first one from the bridge,
second under the train,

third out the window,
the 4th went for KniZék.

It's not worth getting divorced.
It's better not getting married.

That's what our dad said,
lads don't bother. He was happy

in his marriage which lasted
over fifty years.

No point in kicking
a dog. Anyone can do that.

The thing is to rescue it and
care for it until the end.

Velhartice.
Common Scaber Stalk.

Cain and Abel. Now you're Abel
because your brother has left.

-Now I am Cain and Abel.
-Why did he leave?

Took of fence. The millionaire
felt slighted

that the dog is barred.
Maybe he related that to himself.

Pity. To have such wealth,
I'd do good deeds.

Christian charity
to have such money.

Brother isn't charitable?
-No.

When I pressed him to give some
money to the dog-shelter,

then true enough he did.
Sent them a thousand crowns.

Well, I am a real poor man
but I parted with a bit more.

But you're a famous pauper.

Fame does not buy you anything
but some dosh has remained...

This dog is very valuable,
they got twenty thousand for him.

-There are wasps here.
-I have a theory that

people either cling to fate
or to their inner-self.

And that fate is by
and large pre-determined.

A number of causes and
consequences are determined,

and if you hang (on the
other hand) to your inner-self,

then you can bring in moments
that aren't pre-ordained.

And disturb the determinism.

You draw erotic pictures and
he takes erotic photographs.

You have an inner-self and you
have the will to hang on to it

and, thus, it's the only will
which you can show.

You let go, you enter the fate,
you hang on, you enter the self.

You're simply talking
about intuition.

-Nothing else but intuition.
-And will.

No. Intuition gets you
inside for the truth.

-That's also a word for it.
-Not just a word, it's the truth.

And without intuition
you cannot get there.

How can you reach the inner-self
if you don't have it.

In the first place, you have
to know what the inner-self is,

how to reach it.
That's intuition in fact.

In the Lucerna hall recently
I gave a talk and

the question was:
has a being free will?

Free will comes with free spirit.
His will along with God's will.

But if one has karma-like
commitments, VASAN,

then cannot have free will.
In other words,

has and hasn't free will, his
will is basically God's will but

in a human being is clouded by
need and, thereby, is not free.

If he hangs on to that rope
which is really his inner-self,

then is hanging on to God.

-That's right.
-To hang on to the inner-self.

When you talk about intuition.

Intuition is, in fact, the inner.
What else can it be?

It's the truth sent out
of the inner-self.

-Intellect is from the outside.
-That's nice, you use it.

That's why your content is
that little bit different then...

When someone makes a mistake in
one's life, is a police nark,

and in the meantime
creates beautiful music -

what's happening?

In that music he's almost
perfect but in life - awful...

I say that one follows a path
which is given when one is born,

a line which leads to
one's liberation but,

perhaps, leans to the left,
makes that mistake but,

again, comes closer with that
music or some creativity.

You know, art is a way
towards the middle and

one day it happens that one
is united with that centre,

or if not, is rapped over
the knuckles, pays penance.

Well, if he makes a mistake
as an advanced human being

who is hanging on
to that inner rope,

then that person is rapped right
away. It's a karma levelling out.

When it's a person who's strayed
a lot from that central path

then he is not rapped right
away. That is why people say:

how is it possible that I,
who is such a good person

and who tries to do lots of good,
remains persecuted by fate.

The thing is that he won't
be full of good deeds either.

But the one who is
a long way apart,

he can be capable of lots of
misdeeds and stay unpunished.

There is a koén in the Bible:

who does harm,
keeps harming further.

And there is also,
who reeks - reeks further.

There's a joke for this.

As a stater falls from the
24th floor he keeps saying,

ifs still all right,
and keeps repeating it.

And that is the one who is
not advanced very much.

It takes a long time.
Of course, he hits the ground.

When one has not advanced much
then the karma alternates.

It comes in the next life,
because all situations

repeat themselves mirror-like
until total extinction.

The one who does harm today will
also do harm in the next lives

and people will wonder that such
a rogue does such damage.

And nothing happens to him.
Why, where is God Almighty'?

But suddenly it comes
and he doesn't know why.

And there's another koén
in the Bible -

And there's another koén
in the Bible -

I'm not a believer of the Bible
but I respect the worthy bits.

There's a koén: struck blind
doesn't know what he suffers for.

I watched films of your lectures
in the Lucerna hall.

But I was horrified how much
you pressed to the bone.

Listener should have a release
of joy, they are terrified.

They are wound up. They have to
think. It's working within them.

Maybe they start thinking
when they get home.

In Luoerna they sit and pursue
the philosophy, the truth,

and don't swallow it right away.
A few might but not the majority.

Are you sure that's how it is.

The good effect can come
straight away in everyone.

I saw a few completely
falling apart.

Proof is in the
number of letters.

Their gratitude for what
they experienced.

But a teacher who has not
experienced it should not teach.

The main thing is
to produce the atmosphere

in order that the people
get caught by it.

They can read the words
in any common spiritual book.

When I walk
to the stage, although

it will sound a little shallow,

I say to myself: Dear God,
help me and here we go.

And I never prepare for it.
I let the inner-self speak,

hang on to the rope as you
put it, let the inner speak.

And I respond
to any spiritual question.

If somebody asks whether they
should get divorced, get married

or build a summer-house I refuse
to answer such a question.

As I say, I don't have
the software for it.

You are getting inside with the
help of that intuition,

but your intuition is
moreover double-edged.

Don't film it.
I will put it to you bluntly.

But that inside, well if I say
Dear God help and here we go,

and even more accurate would
be Dear God let's go.

Whom should He help? Himself'?
Don't need it. Me? Don't need it.

Dear God let's go and I go with
that, that divinity. Yes.

The divinity is indeed in unity.

The unity will answer the
moment when the question is put.

Well, you move as you should,
say what you mean.

No, I don't say it.
It is said as it should be.

I only lend as a person my voice
or hearing and so on.

What someone says
the BIG EAR hears it.

Not I.
That BIG EAR hears it.

Can you also say that
you are looking through this?

You mean through the heart?

Well, here those people
work it when they can.

The internals, they sit there
and seem to feel it.

They really feel it but
they are on various levels, so,

they have different reactions.

The advanced are wholly clean
like, as if they're shining.

And if they're not advanced then
it somehow nudges them along.

I always hope that it also
goes into the subconscious...

They even carry babies there
and seemingly it stays in them.

I thought I don't need to film,
enough I project them in my mind.

20 years I wasn't allowed to make
films and I always felt busy.

You are doing something
with God's help.

What if you let God work
a bit more and you work less.

Well, of course. I try to do
that all the time.

Maybe from now on
you will work even better.

Storks have transmitters which
have a radius often kilometres.

Now, we hear the young ones.
Old birds are not present.

We shall look what
the young ones are doing.

They are atop the nest.

In 1995 we tagged 3 black storks.

They were called Christine,
Victor and Suzanne.

Christine flew to western Africa
as far as Senegal,

Victor to Chad and Suzanne
to eastern Ethiopia.

The three storks
returned safe and sound

and the following year we gave
Christine and Suzanne new packs.

Victor got himself lost.

I get depressed because of this.
That one dreams that

-lots more can be improved...
-We also say this to ourselves.

We are aware that people
are full of negativity

-that one can't overcome it.
-I don't say it anymore.

I leave it in God's hands.

If All could do everything,
All would be done faster.

But it's somehow related
to the matter.

But all is in the mind,
even the matter.

It's all indeed It.
Nothing else than that clean,

as Buddha said, original
thought. And that is All.

That 'phone,
that tomato, everything,

that cat there, it's all It.
From It with a capital I.

There is nothing else, we have
to reach this vital thought

in order to comprehend the
meaning and purpose of it all.

-It may seem to us...
-Have some, Mr.Oameraman!

...that it goes slowly. Why'?
Because our lives are short.

We live, so, short a time
that it seems slow to us.

But if we comprehend that the
cosmos is billions of years old.

Do you know how long
the universe lasts?

It's one Brahm year.
What is one Brahm year'?

Imagine a marble cube
one kilometre long at its side.

Kilometre by kilometre.

Alongside the cube flies
a small bird, say, a swallow

or yogi in an ochre cloak.

And as the swallow
touches the cube

with its feather

and the cube is wiped off
the face of the Earth,

then that is one Brahm year.
So, there's enough time.

God Almighty has lots of it.
Time eternal.

We should take it on board
in order not to hurry, so, much.

I know, but I always seem
to myself like a tube

through which It is meant to go
and would wish to be

a very wide tube, so,
that it all could happen.

-What is Czech in all this?
-Czech?

It's all Czech.
It's universal too.

It seems to me that everyone is
coming from different directions

and that the language we speak,
the way of using concepts,

always enables us to take a
different path, alternative ways.

I like that. That there
exists also the Czech way.

Because mankind is
a kaleidoscope of people.

Chateau at Hluboké.
Bitter Bolete.

So, it must be a little
different for everyone.

That Indian won't understand
our religion or Christianity,

like a Christian will find it
hard to understand Indians.

Some elements
are still relevant to me.

What is typically catholic?

What is typically catholic?

The liturgy, symbolism, that
mystical tradition, and, so, on.

That's one side. And then there
is the hierarchical structure

and that massive organisation,
that powerful wealthy church

and that wasn't my cup of tea.

I'm for the link of the catholic,
in the good sense, with freedom

or with a gentlemanly
approach having trust in people.

It wasn't there and I tried to
do something for it to be there.

But it did not seem to be
working out and, in the end,

I was rejected and
decided to find a community

where these elements, which are
vital to me, are united.

That means tradition and
a certain trust and freedom.

Opposite the Petiin labyrinth is
the church of Old Catholicism.

-That is your new church.
-Yes, you could say that

I went through a labyrinth, via
many mirrors, I anchored here.

We followed Suzanne to Ethiopia
but we only found her backpack.

-Media is also like a mirror.
Because a villager killed her.

So, after the winter of 96/97
only Christine returned.

And apart from her we tagged her
present partner called Jacob.

We wanted to tag her
young ones too but

when they were five weeks old
a hailstorm came and all died.

The hailstones
literally beat them to death.

Media knows what it wants

from their readers or
listeners or their audience.

Thus, I think that
it simply became an affair,

and became well known
and I am glad that

I can talk about it sometimes
as I think fit.

It would be fine if there were
more listeners of this song...

Who goes constantly to the left
will find himself on the right,

who goes right all the time
ends up on the left,

who goes forward all the time
will finds himself at the back,

who goes backwards
will be at the front -

because round is the world,
round is the world...

Earth is roundlee
and cow is Milkee.

Who goes constantly westwards
will find himself in the east

and who goes ever eastwards
arrives in the west.

Who goes northwards
will find himself in the south

and who goes ever south
arrives in the north

because round is the Earth,
the Earth is round.

Well then, comrade Scythe said:

Comradely greeting sister,
you also are an early riser.

Comrade Chirpy answers: You
see comrade, I have to every day

as I live, so, far away
on the other side of Prague.

And they sing it
on such a note.

Comradely greeting sister,

you are also
an early riseeeer...

How are you feeling here?

I am feeling OK overall
but I have some difficulties

as people keep switching things
put them somewhere else

to make it look good here. As
a result I cannot find anything.

That's the nub.

They took away my
bottle-opener for the beer.

I found the bottle-opener on top
of the fridge,

why did they put it there?

It was in their way, weren't it.
Terrible people here.

I have sixteen cassettes at
home, they wanted me to film EGO.

They thought that I would film

my satisfied well-deserved
old-age pension,

how I am making scrambled eggs
or how I go and feed the birdies.

I shot EGO and I was interested
in things which I came across.

Crazy things. Over-priced
medicines, frauds, no shame,

nonsensical heating bills
because of their incompetence.

I complained to the Health Min.
and I went in with a camera

and in the end we were
led out by the guards.

And you shot something about

a school where the students
created a revolution.

-I did shoot that.
-What use was it?

Worthless. It was for nothing.

It is a long story, there were
Secret Policemen in it,

that material was condemned
not to see the light of day.

And the reason was
that the TV Managing Director

showed himself to be tied up
with the Secret Police.

That means that
if you cut the documentary

you would use it in a story.

I wanted to.

It's useless.

The story should have been
about a higher moral principle.

You're such a wizard that you're
pleased the nonsense surfaces.

No, it is nonsense.
It is all nonsense dear friends.

-It's your creative joy.
-Film up shit-creek...

I don't know what I should talk
about. I said: get ready for it.

When I do something
I have to be sure that firstly,

secondly, thirdly, fourthly -
and where it is all leading.

I cannot improvise like this.

I do not know why you brought
me here. Into this misfortune,

I'll ride a horse, look, cowboys
are riding, I'll ride a horse.

You yourself have a right
to shoot something sensible.

I do not have a right
to anything any more.

We are in the hands
of lunatics, yep,

irresponsible people
make decisions for us.

-I often think that too.
-I always think that.

It's nonsense that I am here
in the dust,

cowboys, America that's
where you've brought me.

When I die...

They're talking
to me like an idiot already.

You sent me to the film bosses,
you knew it was all shit.

I hope something will come of it.

You hope foolishly, I know that
nothing will come of it.

Those people have no interest in
it, they didn't even see it.

100s they don't understand it.
-That is our tragedy.

That somebody is in charge of
something they don't understand.

But here in the Czech lands it
is a constant principle, you see.

That is why we are
heading for disaster.

Well yes, because those
communists and those policemen

renamed their young
cadres perhaps as managers.

I cannot think of it now.

They're driving
towards destruction.

Now, we will continue - Mr. Hysek
and MrStankovié will enter-

That chair is wet.

So, we had the opening scene
of the opera "Stakhanovites".

Which is dedicated
to MrsGottwald (wife of Pres).

She's pinning gongs on them.
I don't know their names.

They have names. Something
like Koubek and Gavlas.

Simplas.

BOHEMIA DOCTA
(Scholarly Czechs)

Is the third part of the
tetralogy "LITTLE CAPITALIST"

is the third part of the
tetralogy "LITTLE CAPITALIST"

1.1 NEW HYPERION
2.1 WHAT IS TO BE DONE?

4.:

Let's talk
about the canteen scene.

They took the bottle-opener,
was it in their way?

It wasn't in their way,
they're just tidying up.

They want it to be tidy.
I will write

here for the table to be left
as it is my private property.

In your serial, the Quick Arrows
also cleaned up everywhere.

Well yes, but that
was a magazine...ha, ha...

We found out that
in the High School

in Ceske} Tfebové the Headmaster,
Josef Cebié, committed suicide.

All of you who contributed
to his death,

and there is no other way
of putting it, you are murderers.

Believe us, history
will not forgive you.

It is a revolution of suicides
in the name of the Civic Forum.

They should show you on TV or
you should introduce yourselves,

but we will not forget,
you can bet on that...

It's a reaction
to what you shot there.

They did not see what I filmed,
only that the Headmaster died.

And those communists
were convinced that

we drove that noble
communist to his death.

You drove him to death...

A bloodthirsty TV director went
to the High School. Myself.

Me, Krejfzik, and drove
a noble communist to death.

I saw the material, you were
only searching for the truth...

What else, those students
wrote me a letter and

pleaded for us to intervene
to help, begging for help.

Things are moving slowly, many
people still don't believe that

their era has definitely gone,
that they no longer have power

over the fate of little people.
All in all, nothing has changed.

Who's in the CF'. still has
the last word, please, help us.

So, off I went when they
pleaded. Yes, to help them.

If you please, here it is,
Mr.Vachek, it needed

to sit down for half a day
and conclude - what to use.

And not use kid-gloves

forgetting the iron-glove.

And what did you, in fact,
perpetrate there?

Well, I filmed it as it was.
I did not commit anything.

You shot what the Headmaster...
tell us what you really filmed.

No, this method I do not accept.
Please, I just do not accept it.

I tremble for every frame
which goes to waste.

At the time the Headmaster
informed on the students.

You are used to - your
method is to work with people

who don't have an inkling what
they are saying and improvise.

If the two of us agree, then
we will express the meaning,

we will express it succinctly.

I'm used to talking concisely,
precisely and clearly.

And not bullshit
around the subject, then edit

and nonsense comes out of it.
Forgive me.

It's haywire in my head.
You managed it. Haywire.

Or at least with slogans
to describe the affair.

With slogans, that's an idea,
that's brilliant.

We will express it with slogans.
What slogans?

Well, try it...

Mnvachek,
you will drive me to despair.

It's necessary you agree with my
doctors, so, I die quickly.

And then this will be of
enormous immediate value and

you will say: that madman at
last let his noble soul pass on.

Well, ifs beyond me why you do
not shoot films...

Some man at the TV station asked
me that when they made me wait.

Walking up those stairs
is demeaning.

Those stairs devised
for external colleagues

to visit the Big Chief, so, they
don't forget their place and

that every stair
is a step to hopelessness.

To nowhere, for nothing, futile.
So, I go in. And he said to me:

well, don't be surprised
but they're afraid of you.

And I understand them, yes I do.

Bon appetite, comrades,

don't know about the bad ones,
they were perhaps atonal.

-What's up, neighbour...
Castle OkoF.

...is the pork tasty?

Is the pork tasty...?

Suddenly switches to gis dur...

Comrade Matey...

Red-capped Stalk.

It's a forlorn battle with
the material but music it is -

No pork, I had goose

with ten crowns added on,

albeit it's in F dur and
he puts it down

in complex fashion as Eis dur,
that's Janééek... in fact...

And he repeats it.

Even the repetition
is Janééek like...

I'd still like to get
to that speech by Gottwald.

Comrade Pimper is there.

The comrades really have
gorgeous names - comrade Matey,

Pimper, Swell,
comrade Diligent.

Do you realise who Lukeé is?

Is he a lunatic or
is he a great poet?

Castle Klima.

I think, above all,
that he is an outsider who

even in his outsiderism
is a failure.

Every one of his new works
is a failure of an outsider.

Because he would wish to be
an outsider at all times,

never wanted to be an artist,

did not want to be a scientist,
did not want to be anything but

feels the need, so, he becomes
the artist and the scientist.

Do you think he is
the Stalinist of the opera?

No way. These things
go completely by him.

I take him as a mystificator.
As far as the music is concerned.

The impulse came from his
literary activities and so forth.

Which in a way are mystifying.

And suddenly it has been shown
that it isn't mystifying at all

because, as I see it now,
and as MLKlusék puts it,

he struggles
with his material in vain.

And really as an artist,
scientist and thinker

he fails above all.

So, he didn't succeed
with his mystification

nor trying to avoid it.

Yep, but linearally
ifs also a note-stave.

Here we could
all disperse in various ways...

Careful,
Karel don't step on them...

...because firstly we'll film
with MrHélek, the composer.

For he will create a composition
based on the mushroom he found.

In order that Toméé can still
learn to play the composition.

So, where
is the Bearded Milk-cap?

I have found a kind which I have
made a composition on already...

Fly Agaric. Haéek.

Sometimes I form 2 compositions
according to one kind.

Thereby, sit down
with the mushroom and compose.

I will try.
Right in front of you.

I don't understand
anything anymore.

I believe that behind every
mushroom is a hidden idea

which is implanted
into every type, and

I do it by using all means
at my disposal that

I plead for Him to pass on to me
and try to learn the idea

I plead for Him to pass on to me
and try to learn the idea

behind each mushroom
and transform it into music.

When I am under the impression
that I should create a film,

I try to listen to myself
as I'm aware

that I can't get there
just with my mind.

That it is inside.
A human being listens to

the heart of being.
Do you also have it?

Yes, I do. It's unusual for
me as ifs completely original

because, naturally, music
should not repeat itself,

in another words when people are
born they're completely original

although they speak like
their ancestors but they have

a totally different mission.

With mushrooms
I think it's also like that.

-That they have a mission.
-Yes, a kind of mission.

In practice then you sit down
to it, well let's do that.

You mentioned you put your head
to the mushroom and hear music.

-Is that so'?
-Correct,

but I have to concentrate
a little while to hear it.

Those are pine roots
which are filled

by symbiotic mushrooms called
mycorisms which we collect

and it grows above ground
and what's below is unseen.

And that mushroom
has symbiosis...

varnished Con k.
Toénik Castle.

...with commonly so-called
fertile undergrowth.

That means mushrooms
are everywhere under ground.

Trees and their roots all over
the forest are linked

by fertile undergrowth
of these mushrooms,

so trees are able to pass on
nutrients, water and,

in effect, communicate.

The whole forest is a continuum
linked by this fertile ground.

Zebrék castle.
Horse Mushroom.

Our world seems to be
linked with mushrooms.

Well, I can imagine that trees
grow with roots upside down.

But I have to interpret
the scientific results

in order
not to falsify my findings.

You did say that
when a seed drops the tree

then, somehow, connects it to
that system the mushrooms have.

Well, the fertile undergrowth
which we don't see

until we dig it up, creates
various structures on the roots

which form the mushrooms
as well as micro-organisms.

When the seed falls on to the
ground and starts to germinate

it links up
to the existing net.

Y'see a picture of mycorismic
symbiosis of this relationship

whereby that imposing tree can
be tied to the little tree

and is really feeding him.

I'm from the
Faculty of Natural Sciences and

I am part of the project

having been able to co-operate
with a U.S.University, and NASA,

and the aim of the project
is to find out

whether it would be possible
to use satellite photos

to exactly determine
the condition of the forest...

It's stuck there now.

Somebody will have to climb up.

King Bolete.

Director,
prepare to save our pliers...

We would have to cut
the tree down...

and we'd have science
causing all sorts of damage.

To save going into the terrain

to detect the actual state
of the forest.

Best really to pull the pliers
along the trunk...

The volume of information
is horrifying and scientists

ask philosophers to condense.
But I have the impression that

philosophy has blown
this chance by now.

It's that cosmos, NASA,
in a well in Vysoéina...

-Your little picture...
-It's at your disposal.

The picture will just dissolve
that teeny bit

like our M.P. Dostél dissolved
before we put him into the bulb.

It is urgent today to begin with
Natural Sciences and Mathematics.

That's the basis of knowledge at
the end of the twentieth century.

And ifs splendid when
a mathematician,

physicist, chemist
or simply a natural scientist,

a biologist has greater and
greater desire during his life

-to engage in wider problems...
-T;'/|"'ov Castle.

...which do not involve
only his own discipline.

You are the President
of the Academy of Sciences.

Rudolf Zahradnik.
-Fly Agaric.

As long as you do not call me
prima ballerina or Mr. President

then everything will be fine.

So don't get confused - there
is also Bishop Zahradnik here.

In Finland they
did something smart.

At a time when their economy was
in a state of torpor

they didn't go and say:
we'll cut the arts,

we'll cut the sciences, quite
the reverse they funded science,

gave it a massive boost and
3 years having gone by Finland

has one of the biggest GNP's
in the whole of Scandinavia.

Which is a great success which
seemed unimaginable.

Unfortunately, we don't have the
guts at a time of lame successes,

or even obvious
economic failures,

to make at least
a little impression on the world

through hi-tech manufacturing
which corresponds to the end

of the 20th century and does
not destroy the environment.

For that you need a great mass
of people whose brains are tops

and their education
wide-ranging and thorough.

To this end it's necessary to
challenge the Czech population.

I regret that
the situation has arisen

when a respected politician
cannot dare to say openly

on TV, in the newspapers
or on the radio:

dear citizens, do not be angry
at me but one must not lie.

One must not steal. In the modern
world it's called tunnelling.

Frauds are out of the
question and I'm telling you -

those who engage in this
will be caught by the Police,

investigated, given over to the
courts and condemned.

But the notion that it'd be on
to begin by studying philosophy

and here and then
catch up on knowledge...

The method of collecting
branches varies. It is possible

to use a small calibre gun or
these kind of pliers.

Plant physiologist
Doctor Albrechtové

and microbiologist
Doctor Vosétka.

...and I pull now
and the branch falls down.

We have got hold of one branch
from the top of the tree

and we can observe
how the buds look.

We see
how the buds look cut open.

We have out them with a razor.

Well, it's a similar story these
days with scientists and artists.

The time when an artist
had to have a wide hat,

a cape and a shawl around
his neck as well as the time

when scientists were forgetting
umbrellas on trams has,

in my view, gone.

Here the left bud you see
is beautifully green

whereas this one is brown.
And this very much shows us

whereas this one is brown.
And this very much shows us

whether the netting in the buds
is healthy or dying off.

The ratio between the healthy
ones and the aborted ones

tells us about
the vitality of the trees.

A colour on a NASA print can
tell us the health of the buds.

Apart from other things.

-So, ifs a finished composition.
-Yes,

ifs a finished piece for
violin solo.

It is created according to
the Pink-fringed Milky.

It's a twin of another Milk-cap
which grows under birches...

Véolav Hélek
has composed a piece

and Toméé Vejvoda, a violinist,
will now play it.

Yes. Well, it's a one line
for the violin solo.

It is a short composition based
on the Woolly Milk-cap.

I am pretty uneasy when I know

that inside the camera
is an Eastman 35 colour film

and the money it costs and
eventually it will be cutout,

thrown away and
money down the drain.

I saw when Forman was here
with that Amadeus

he managed to get through 5000
metres daily. That's incredible.

I went to have a look from
the start at 8 o'clock

and stayed for the whole shift
until the end.

Then I saw it in projection.
My friends, it was brilliant.

If I did something like that
I'd be in the nick already,

and incredibly the actors
worked like the clappers.

He didn't take time over a detail,
half a detail... just ran it.

Whole, half a whole, detail,
big detail and then the reverse.

Out of 8000 Romanies who lived
in Czech lands before the war

less than a tenth returned.

Half of those people imprisoned
in Lety and Hodoninek

were transported
to concentration camps.

A part in this played
Protectorate offices,

uniformed and
plain-clothes police,

not Czech but Protectorate
Police, criminal institutions

in which mainly ethnic Czechs
worked, but also Germans.

They were criminal orgs. and, as
such, declared by the Beneé govt.

And we have nothing to solve
or to apologise for.

Only that after the war we did
not punish those people properly.

-And we didn't punish them.
-Well, we should not expel them.

-He's talking about institutions.
-I am talking about those Czechs

who acted against the Romanies
those should have been punished.

I'd like to bring in Ivan. About
something completely different.

He told me a story about how in
the 50's Romanies were moved

in locked carriages
from Slovakia like merchandise.

It wasn't from Slovakia but from
the Hungarian-Romanian border

and, specifically, concerned
building workers.

After nationalisation my father
had to go and work

in a different county from where
he used to have his shop,

he worked as a clerical worker
on the construction of Fléje.

He was a warehouseman who had
to take in all kinds of goods.

One day he received notification
to pick up workers

at the railway station and asked
how many. They answered:

nobody knows as they are sealed
inside the carriages and

their number will be ascertained
from the delivery note.

So, that was the way. They were
found accommodation

in Fléje village where the
Germans had been deported from.

The dam had just
begun to be built.

Of course, the workers who came
went in all directions

having got hold of some
cattle and wagons and left.

Mostly probably to Germany.
But I am just giving an example

how the Romany ethnic minority
was treated after the war.

And not only after the war.
I also have information that

during the normal communist
times in the Czech lands

when they were at
a loss near Varnsdorf,

the local Council Chairman
got hold of cattle-trucks

and sent local Romanies
to Slovakia as if back home.

Sorry to butt in. If you see it
in this context then

you still think that it is
completely a marginal problem...

You don't listen
what others are saying.

Nobody said that
this is secondary.

But they are no more important
than the things you mention.

But the question is
what is really important.

You cannot underestimate
anything that was part

of the existence
of the society at that time.

We are the carriers of the past
as well as the future.

What Dejmal is saying, what Uhl
is saying, what you are saying,

what Polék is saying, what Jana
says, is of one context.

Although the justice system
is up the spout

I don't want to suggest
it is unimportant.

It is of the same importance
as to what you are saying

or that Polék looks at it
from his anarchistic angle.

It was claimed here that it is
being artificially politicised.

It was being politicised
in Parliament, wasn't it?

The wall in Usti is being
politicised, damn it!

The thing is whether people
accept the politicisation,

play the political game
with them

or we send them up the creek
and sort it as we think fit.

The President gives clemency and
it becomes fucking politicised.

He will never swallow
the fact that

the State isn't the one that
governs but the one that serves.

The citizen is the client.

One dead State Minister
but no cop goes to jail...

I say we always magnify those
shits, they are damn yellow.

I worked at the Interior
for over a year.

So, I know what cowards they are
and when you bare your teeth

they shit in their pants.

Big whole, smaller whole, half
a whole, detail, half a detail...

And those actors ticked over
like a Swiss watch.

But there are dissidents who
drank out of the trough

because they started
to enjoy power.

Even if they gave me three times
the material I couldn't use it.

Dear Ruml just began to play
the political game

instead of being an official.
And let Secret Police agents

work for the Interior
instead of sticking to his task.

Even if they shot me up that's
the risk, fuck, well isn't it?

It is easy to join something

but responsibility is that I may
get a kicking as a result.

I may have qualms about Havel,
but he is the President who is

authorised to pardon, we can
have varied views on this but

he takes it by the horn, makes a
decision and risks being accused.

It's like he asks for
another small attentat.

I'll put on a shirt
which is hanging up there.

You know what's what,
I'm rather clumsy.

Well, MrFoglar, let's dress!

Let's not get it creased.
Put the other arm in.

I got the shirts made, so, I
didn't have to button them.

Jan's Castle.

"Graduation in November" should
have been the name of the film.

Students wrote me
several letters.

Students wrote me
several letters.

Help us, help us - please.

For me to visit Ceské Tfebové,
the High School, students.

The scull is made of plaster and
can be bought for 340 crowns.

The Stalinist Headmaster
persecuted them there.

MrStanislav Penc. I wanted him
to be here but he didn't come,

he doesn't wish being seen
by the Police.

Andre j Stankovif: told us that
they've beaten Mr. Penc up twice,

so they might do it
a third time.

I think I understand that.

The explanation
is that he is like a square peg

in a round hole as far as their
idea of a solid citizen.

Simply in their eyes
he is not a decent citizen.

If he was decent, firstly,
he wouldn't be in a pub

with an Indian who looks like a
Gypsy, wouldn't have long hair,

and, secondly, wouldn't walk
down a street with some Romany.

Decent people just don't do this
and, therefore, it's necessary

to find out his identity and if
he objects and asks why,

then he'll get a walloping.

That's the norm
and has nothing in common

with our lives in supposedly
democratic times and

that prior there was some
undemocratic regime here.

It's a Police stereotype which
we haven't coped with.

In Germany they have managed to
a large extent to overcome this

thanks to the post-war trauma.

To a lesser extent they
have coped in Italy or Spain.

They gave him a hiding not
because he is Stanislav Penc

but because he's like a hippy
and further what makes it worse

that he behaves with confidence.
Doesn't run away, doesn't hide,

and acts like a decent citizen.

Thus, he sorely irritates
the beat Policeman and

gets a bigger hiding
than the ordinary long-hair.

I also have experience
of being an irritant for them.

He is known in the media,
the Policemen know him,

is on the skins' blacklist like
Petr Uhl used to be with others.

Therefore,
I wouldn't lighten the fact

that Policemen don't know
who they've beaten.

And they made the revolution.

I think what a beautiful film
it could be. I understood that

it could be like the "Higher
Principle" that I made earlier.

I thought I'll take a recorder
and record what they're saying.

But that's nonsense -
we'll take a camera.

I wanted the TV with us -

they said that Krejéik
has gone nuts, bonkers.

Doesn't have even a script
and already wants a camera.

I'd be quite interested who is
unacceptable for the Police,

what an acceptable or an
unacceptable person looks like,

and where can you find
an acceptable

or an unacceptable person.

Because all this happened
in various situations.

It is not about
Standa nor anybody well known.

It's about the attitudes
people from the State apparatus.

For whom is the Police here for?

In that lies
the crux of the problem.

-I want to put the tie on now.
-Hang on, I'll give you the tie

but you have
to tie it yourself.

-Do you want a mirror?
-No, I know by heart!

Well, I am curious to see.

I have done this all my life,
one, two, three...

It was an interesting tale

how sixteen seventeen year olds
made a velvet revolution.

But they were sincere. Truly.
Those things appeared later.

So, I filmed it.

Then the TV producer, MrSmetana,
a communist, came and said:

what are you doing here, you are
putting them in the stocks.

I putting them in the stocks'?
They managed to do it themselves.

I pondered that if I drove this
person to death in half a day,

perhaps I could persecute
a few more communists,

that would be a meritable act
if it succeeded.

That I possess such
a terrifying magical power.

But I realised that when
I kissed and embraced

someone he died soon afterwards.

Imagine, he died.

Like the Director
of the Film Studios, Guntler.

I embraced him and he left for
Yugoslavia, a disaster followed,

I hadn't an inkling, suddenly
at night someone is at the door,

and I go and open up and the
Director is there and says:

"| am in a hurry,
I have no time.

But you can rely on me,
I'll put those things right."

Later I realised it happened
at half past two in the morning

and the guy died
at the same time.

The accident happened
near Zagreb.

It was his ghost and bad
conscience which made him say:

"I'll put it right,
rely on me." Then hurried away.

In that mo' he was already dead.

We've gone completely astray.
The tie is much too short.

We'll start again
MrFoglar, can't be helped.

I would help you but
I don't know how. Wait, now.

It's meant sincerely
and grapho-manically.

M r. Borecky,
have you found that...

It's meant sincerely
and grapho-manically because

he somehow felt sub-consciously
that he shouldn't be an artist.

That's why he turned to music
in which his ability was poorest.

In order to have
the most difficult hurdles.

Like Péguy said: human is the
only living creature in Nature

who puts hurdles in front
of his own making.

How many instruments were there,
did he not enrich the orchestra?

With a full score of which only
the torso of the opera "Weekend"

has survived.

It's a classical instrumentation,
or did he add a few?

There is another Stalinist opera
for individual instruments.

He wrote 36 operas,
13 symphonies and a requiem.

The strange thing is that Vonts
are a form of totalitarianism.

I felt a certain
apprehension with them...

-You know, those yellow pins.
-It was a book...

They always ask for Maihak
or Losna as their leader.

Meanwhile - it still needs
fastening, please nurse -

to the contrary Quick Arrows
do not form any organisation.

You've placed those fine
mushrooms there.

I see it, here it is.
That's a beauty.

Even the grass
communicates with a tree.

We can prove that the tree-roots
and the grass are linked.

That's something!

Foglar writes about the Vonts
and the Quick Arrows.

When the Vonts pick Maénék they
can opt for fascism or communism,

when they take Losna
they can have democracy.

Quick Arrows never get
any Vonts committed.

And the Vonts have yellow pins
and Foglar foresaw exactly

that in a while the Jews will
put on those yellow pins.

Or force them to wear yellow
stars, you understand,

and the dispute Losna/Mainék is
cleared up in Germanised Czecho.

And the dispute Losna/Mainék is
cleared up in Germanised Czecho.

That is what no-one understands.

That's a hundred.

Karel, tape it...

My Czech is bad. That's a 100...
It's a 5 O00!

Once more!

It's a pleasure.

It's written in everything,
like that music,

same as the music is etched
in that mushroom then

history is etched in Foglar
and also in other stories,

and if I take your story,
dear Bishop.

You are a Bishop and aren't.
How come?

I am a bishop because I have
taken Holy Orders and

nobody can take that away.
It is like being christened.

Come here
to the clearing, bishop,

how come
they cannot take it away'?

It is like someone being
christened then

there is nobody that can
take away their Christianity.

He can only repudiate it and
no longer live according to it.

Whereas any form of Holy Orders
which are given

by an apostolic are irrevocable.

Bell-shaped Mottlegill.
Buchlov Castle.

You were a Bishop
in a secret church.

The secret church founded
in the 50's,

we extended the link after the
invasion of the Warsaw Pact

in 1968, and we needed to ensure
the survival of the church.

Because at the time they thought
up a secret campaign NORBERT

and for that reason it was vital
to ensure the church's survival.

Our Mr.Foglar cannot manage,
so, many things at once, wait.

A discussion and to button up
the trousers

and braces on at the same time.

I am glad
that it's this smooth...

Only the jacket...

If you could only tie up
the laces of the right shoe.

Tighten it.

It's not laced up, sorry that
I have to bother you with it.

Get away,
we are the ones bothering.

-Is it hot or cold outside?
-|t's warm.

Leave that unbuttoned.

-Secret campaign NORBERT.
-But in 1968, or rather 1969,

the then Minister of
the Interior perfected it

by wanting to exile dissidents,
leaders of the Church to Siberia,

or to execute them
without trial.

We needed to ensure
that there were more priests

who took Holy Orders, that
we had young members etc...

In opposing the NORBERT
secret campaign

I was chosen as a Roman Catholic
priest to be appointed as Bishop,

although it wasn't the custom
for the Bishop to be married.

There were three of us but two
relinquished their chance.

Well, they knew what
the consequences would be.

That is why I am unacceptable
for the post-revolution church.

Because as a married Bishop
I am first in centuries.

Well, it happened like this,
as the Secret Police

wouldn't search for the Bishop's
relics at a married priests'.

So, are there agents of the
Secret Police as Bishops today'?

Yes, there is somebody.
They are there.

I am combing with a mommy.

It's a comb
which belonged to my mother,

I always say that
I will comb with a mommy.

Because it is a comb
from my mother.

"Don't give Mr.Foglar medicines.
He has overdosed in the past!"

Priest's place is not just at
the altar. I am a Bishop

for gypsies, for the homeless
and for drug addicts.

-Mr.Zahradnik...
-That would be better...

Poster-gluers!

Advertisement is something
that wants from us

a purchase of an object
which we do not know.

I believe that the film
we are making is not an ad..

The watchdog of democracy.

That it has some sensible
purpose, more than greed.

Some purpose.

And that's a pizza with wings,
it's dry here...

Market economy is
a very useful thing.

Although it seems incredible
Antonio Dvofék

worked and lived in this house

and welcomed visitors such
as Pyotr llich Tchaikovsky.

Dvofék was not an unknown entity.
He was the Director

of the New York Conservatory and
he was offered a tenure

but refused and returned.

Feasibly hevmade more money than,
say, the Skoda factory in Pilsen

through
various authors' payments.

Is it nature or what!

It's nature here, for sure,
but nothing to get excited about.

But I don't mind as long as we
have an aim. Here are seats...

It is beautiful here
and horrible at the same time.

The TV has those pig-styes. It
forces in them 15 minute shows,

30 minute ones, hourly ones and

now it makes shows which
means that,

the viewer is like Pavlovs dog
ready for the next instalment.

Everything has to be in parts,
that is what appals me, culture.

It creates
directly a new reality

which is more real than
the actual reality.

Virtual reality.

I consider it to be
a totally false existence.

-But I don't want to live in it.
-Me neither.

But I notice that my daughter
would wish to live in an ad.,

she identifies
herself with a certain ad..,

say, of a happy family
on a beach.

Do you know that my son told me
he will make a soup

and throw a sanitary towel in
and it will soak up all the soup.

And that it would form an ad..
I shocked you.

Well, you sure got me.

Don't tell me such stories.

Vaéek in his euphoria wasn't
thinking of fine calligraphy

and simply wrote it in a hurry,
so, to read the notes

ain't that simple. I'll try...

Advertising means that
what we don't know we buy.

When we purchase
what we don't know...

It's like a pizza with wings.
Pizza with wings. Edges are dry.

-We don't understand anything.
-That is memory.

Memory does not show up.
And it's from advertising.

On this upper step...

Jenik you are
head over heels in love...

Good advice and money
are two sides of life,

who takes them up wisely

goes through life gamely.

Who takes them up wisely

goes through life gamely.

Now he'll receive his call-up
into the Prussian war.

There he defends the hillock
by Hradec and falls...

-And when Mafenka...
-Jenlk will be killed in action.

The opera has an addendum
called A Requiem For The Nun.

The 99 year old Mother Superior,
Marenka, is dying in a monastery

and Jenik appears to her
in the background

and is tempting her to him...

It ends with a fire,
the National Theatre is burning

and later it continues
in a new building.

I feel such an urgent
need for re-birth.

The end is only
when one destroys everything.

Misha is hanging
from the lime-tree and

flames destroy the whole stage.

The opera begins with desperate
Tobiéé singing into the wings,

what disaster to have an idiot
for a son and another a drunk.

Because Jenik started
to drink when he learnt

Maienkds baby was dying.
Baby was dying of shock

because Vaéek climbed through
the chimney to scare the baby...

I have to congratulate the Party
which gained the most votes.

It is sporting and fair,

I also have to say that
although we got loads of votes

it is still not enough
for something very considerable,

not enough for victory.

At the moment we will see
what a re-count brings.

What are your views as to how
the situation will develop?

First impressions
which are of interest to me

are slight variations
in the vote-count.

It can substantially shake
up possibilities which exist.

I went into the election
with the aim that

in order to stop
a left-wing takeover

whereby non-left Parties would
form their own coalition.

These possibilities on the basis
of the latest results loom.

And the baby was, so,
terrified it died of fright.

They recalled the case of Vaéek
embroiled with the comedians.

They preventively bring
a psychiatrist from Pilsen

and a horse ambulance
comes for Vaéek.

Vaéek cottons on that they want
to put him in a straight-jacket

and runs to the loft
and sets it alight.

All larks and tribulations
lead to nought...

Only love bringst joy,
provides strength and guts.

To tell the truth. I don't know
what being a moralist means,

you're saying I am for decent
manners, that's true, that I am.

Here I am for the first time in
my life, I've never been here.

When you favour decent behaviour

then one should train people
to behave well.

Yes, and that's not simple,
particularly today.

And those little beavers...

I started training when I was
13, when I thought that up.

It was a book called
"Lads from the Beaver River".

It's coming out now in its 15th
edition or something like that.

How did you come up with it?

It's imagination which
makes me a so-called writer.

Other people
have different talents

and I had some imagination.
I excelled at this at school

when I wrote essays
for several other lads

in different styles, so,
it wouldn't be noticed and,

the lads were grateful that they
didn't have to do any work.

The subjects
I don't remember any more.

On the theme -"Every one of us
is the architect of one's fate."

Nobody knew what
they should write about.

I wrote essays for about
five boys, homework,

and always that bit different,
so, no-one knew that I wrote it.

What architects of fortune were
the people in those essays?

It means that simply he always
tried to be somebody,

to be of public service,
to achieve something.

Thereby, he was the architect
of his fate. A silly theme.

Now imagine I wrote for
five boys at the same time and

always a little bit differently
as not to be found out.

What kind of an author are you?

I am a writer for young boys.
It's my main forte,

I write for children
but for boys rather than girls.

Imagine, one boy kissed my hand.
I blushed.

That boy was, so, happy that
I did his essay for him that

he kissed my hand - just imagine
a boy kissing another boy's hand.

That's something awful - I still
feel a little queasy today.

That boy was ever, so, grateful.
His name was Karel Zelniéek.

Today he is the boss of Olympia
Publishing. He kissed my hand...

Maybe it was his father.
Probably was his father.

As I mentioned at the hospital,

there were five of them:

Cervenéfzek, Rychlonoika, Hojer,
Duéin and Jarka Metelka.

Five, like a hand, these are
practical things and that

that organisation isn't bigger.
That it never occurs to them

to create a big organisation
like the Vonts with those pins.

Every one of them remains
a person in his own right.

What else can one add?

Well, I must admit,
I don't know what you mean.

Simply there were five and I
can't think of any other members.

But even, so, you guessed
exactly rig ht. Today.

Did you see
the elections today'?

No, I didn't.
Only listened to the radio,

and then the film-makers
came, meaning you...

Jindra Hojer, Jarka Metelka,
Mirek Duéin, Rychlonoéka...

Who else?

Don't know
any more who was the fifth.

But that's a real myth.

Yes, it has become
a kind of legend...

Beings have two legs...

And birds have too...

We have two legs...

And birds too...

-You have become a legend.
-I have become a legend

because of those books which
keep being re-printed.

One would think the market
must be satiated but no,

they keep being printed again
and again.

I am not against it because they
have to pay me a certain fee,

even though
ifs nothing to shout about.

You don't have film?

We'll go back then. I also
wanted a look over there...

It's too far for me.

When one is ninety-one,

if I was 30 or 40
I'd be jumping like a stag,

but in these circumstances
it is difficult,

no more jumping.

-Those Sharp Arrows of yours...
-Quick Arrows.

How did they get into uniforms
of the young Communists?

I don't know, those people
did it by themselves.

I wasn't allowed to publish, they
didn't play by Queensbury Rules

you know, they added their
own texts to the comics.

I wasn't able to stop them.

That means that figure which
you created or the five figures,

travelled on paths of
which you knew not,

they were influenced
by other people.

Exactly.
Influenced by other people,

I no longer had any impact
to change it one way or another.

That means you promoted
some kind of ethic and

they took the advertised
figurines and

fused on to them a completely
different morality.

Something like that.

But, in essence, the morality
was still all right,

there was nothing bad, so,
I didn't keep my trap shut.

That they didn't run
concentration camps...

-We'll squeeze through, careful.
-I won't fall.

-Are we going still further?
-I will carry you across.

No, it looks like we better
get back to the car.

Over there somewhere is the car?

Down, along that path we'll go.

-Where is the car?
-On the road.

We'll have to backtrack again...

Life of mine is complicated,
it's difficult to explain.

I have experienced things that
when I think of it at night

I say to myself that I had an
interesting life unlike others.

If it was possible I would
like to change things today.

It's difficult to put
these things into words.

Not easy to explain
certain events.

There was the Secret Police,
the Gestapo and so on...

And all that intruded
into my life.

I was interrogated all the time,
for example in Bartoloméjské Street,

they came with some photograph,
made me wait in some room and

suddenly stared at me
showing me a photograph

of 8 or 9 battered
young people and said:

your scouts did that,
your scouts were responsible.

I had to keep my gob shut
because I've been a scout

since I was 13 and
I've never seen anything like it.

Where did you get such photos?

It's none of your business
where we got it from.

There were
8 or 9 battered youngsters.

Where they got it from
I don't know.

I forget lots and when
I wake up in then morning

I am not sure what was a dream
and what actually happened.

Thus, I always remind myself how
it was during the night, so -

What did you dream about lately'?

I dreamt that I saw
a house which collapsed and

inside were 14 people and
they were all dead, and I saw

how those people got taken away
from that ruin.

Such stupid dreams I have.

What's Vé0ha|'s relationship
with Lukeé?

Like a blacksmith
with his apprentice.

He created,
published those books

similarly, but Véchal
did it professionally.

Lukeé hasn't
the erudition, craft

but does have intentions...

He published several
book series. We only know

Stuchlik's edition, fiction
which he illustrated by himself

and wrote the text
using fine calligraphy.

And Véchal also made the bed
here, look, here it's written:

tucked up - HOSPITAL -
to rest the sleepy head,

a loving haven for the first
born and a death - bed readied

for one at death' door.

As far as we know,
Luke' never ever made a bed up.

-But he did invent things.
-That means that it's a fake.

But what kind of resistance
of matter is there?

That is Horééek's fake.

He had a series of inventions...

Lukeé designed the plastic
plan of the Czech Republic

which the Meéiar govt. has put
in place in the Slovak Republic.

So, he, in fact, was ahead of
the Meéiar regime by 40 years.

And he proposed synthetic
chocolate made out of used tyres.

Véchal had typical Czech golden
hands, unlike Lukeé.

...but his brain was faultless.

Castle Haéek.

He wanted to make use
of the globe lightning...

That self-criticism went
hand in hand with Véchals'.

Where did he wish to use
the globe lightning?

He directed normal lightning via
a lightning conductor to a place

where he placed an unknown ratio
of mercury and sulphur and,

thus, created gold. He had some
such an alchemistical conception.

-Or the accumulation of things.
-His chemistry was alchemy.

Lipnice Castle. Fly Agaric
and Gem-studded Puffball.

Jungle in those notes remind me
of the paintings on these walls,

on the other hand I'd say that
Vachal has a certain style

which I recognise.
Whereas that Lu keé...

-Maybe Lukeé has a style as well.
-If only I recognised it...

-Mommy...
-I talk to her aloud

when I am alone,
quietly I converse with her,

so, people don't think
I'm round the bend.

But I have memories, in the
mornings I tend to say to myself

that it was only a dream,
keep your marbles,

and, as a result, I am always
depressed in the morning

because I am unsure what I
dreamt was real or just a dream.

And one is half-asleep when
they wake you at half past five

because at that time
the cleaning ladies arrive who,

as a matter of principle, sweep
everything and mop the floor,

and that's more important
than anything else.

That's some fine hill,
isn't it?

-Still further?
-Well, we will go back down

and they will remain
at the top...

So, they'll take you
back to Kré by car.

Vienna St. 800, Kré, Prague 4.

Vienna St. 800, Kré, Prague 4.

-How many books did you write?
Roughly 25 books.

I wanted to tell you that

I used to run to the train
like in your book,

I used to race a train.
To increase my strength.

It's a bit iffy here.

You know what, go in front of
us Mrs... walk down and

I will go with him and you must
catch us up again

because I could slip
whereas Mr. Foglar must...

-Not there, here...
-Trosky Castle.

Hey wait, you have
something holding your leg...

It's O.K. now.
It's all right now...

Bearded Milk-cap.

Gottwalds speech is at an end
and after it the Stakhanovites,

Comrade Tipster, our women
Comrades Matey, Sprightly...

are getting their commendations.

Now we have
the comrades' roll-call.

The Comrade Secretary
always calls somebody up

and all of them say Thank You,
Comradely Greetings.

Comrade Sprightleee...

Thank you,
Comradely Greeeeeetings -

a kind of interlude again -

looking for the Diploma...

Comrade Swotteee...

Thank you, Comradely Greetings.

That interlude is always spot on,
they pick their commendations.

Then the comrades,
comrade Tipster,

and they sing in unison those
comrade brothers and sisters.

During 24 hours

1500 billion H worth of deals
are made all over the world.

Chlum Castle.

...meanwhile in the banks there
are only 650 billion 11 as cover.

The interest which flows from
these fictional transactions,

which go up
in thin air is enormous.

Boot-face Fungus.

Only thing he knows how to do,
that brat Rezek,

is how to grab
publicity in this way.

A silly question.

Why doesn't Petr Rezek teach
at the Philosophical Faculty?

That is a question which
has been answered long ago.

He was originally named
as a Senior Lecturer

in Philosophy and Aesthetical
Theory at the Acad. of Fine Arts,

then succeeded in an advertised
post at the Philosophical Dept.

And then he left.
I don't know why, just that

he was successful according
to the DeptJs regulations.

I am under the impression that
he wasn't sacked, he resigned.

And now he nurtures philosophy
as a one-man band,

so, your question, in this
sense, has been answered.

And how should you
nurture philosophy?

That's for a long discourse

as philosophy
accounts for itself.

I still see philosophers
somewhere else than in orgs...

But I am not sure if
philosophers are somewhere else.

There are various philosophers
at different places,

the term philosophy has in your
interpretation a double-meaning.

One which nurtures and engages
philosophy on whatever level

and, then philosophers
who are the real thing.

Those real ones are
intermittently within themselves.

Sometimes they hit the target
more, sometimes less,

there will probably
never be a situation

where at particular workplace
they are all super-duper.

It'll always be a mix
of various levels.

And also different focus.

In a certain era,
for a particular philosopher.

In one or other problem.

So, I would not see the absence
of philosophy, so, disastrously.

-FAN SUITABLE FOR DRYING HOUSES
-I was the Rector who

dissolved the Institute
of Marxism-Leninism in '89.

And immediately I tried to place
non-conformist philosophers

into the University posts.

Have you noticed that what
Rezek wrote in the newspapers

is making waves, that it is
good for the society.

Sometimes maybe well, sometimes
also rather contentiously.

Do you remember the scene from
Menze|'s "Capricious summer"?

I just don't understand,
you are a man of letters,

Ambassador,
now a bureaucrat, a Minister

is that a coherent existence?
Is it a coherent existence?

Nobody can answer
your complicated questions.

All those people
are used to editing.

In a classical mode
it is not coherent.

That means I should be
a politician as well?

It just happened to me,
I hope it doesn't happen to you.

I would say to him,
if I was asked such a question,

that everything is intertwined,
he didn't ask to be a Minister.

Similarly, he did not ask
to be a writer.

He must have it inside him
or he has to be asked.

But that's something else.

He was a writer, then
somebody believed in him

and thought he would run
the Ministry competently.

But he is sucked into the system
and the system does it's job.

I am looking for you, we're
sitting over there with Bohunka.

I don't like Menzels film very
much but I will remember.

MrHiréal please sit down here.

Remember that scene where the
climber Menzel walks the rope.

Some local-yokel says:
don't, you'll fall.

But his bread and butter
is solely his rope-walking.

So, he has no choice. And
the yokel played by Zéhorsky,

repeats himself: come down,
you'll fall and then

he starts to shake the pole
on which the rope is secured

and rope-walker Menzel falls and
damages, I think, his leg.

So, he loses his means
of employment.

As if the aforementioned said:
I told you you'll fall,

although by shaking the rope
he is the cause of it.

Well, I am filming
the rising of the dead.

Café Slavie is re-opening
8 years after the revolution

and I don't know how many years
it has been closed but

ifs a funny event.

You, you are creating
the Pine eff air...

Do you mind,
I am not responsible.

-It was created and he took part.
-He caused it himself.

And why is that? He published
other people's material

as his own,
and then didn't admit it?

He just has a bad memory,
isn't that so.

On the one hand good memory,
on the other not.

What he reads he remembers

and then forgets
where he got it from.

It happens to others,
not just him.

And there is another thing,
the affair Sokol (Falcon).

I just opened the newspaper
and you again wrote...

Seared.
-You, philosopher Rezek wrote:

he teaches his students out of
something that is trimmed down,

incomplete like.

Well, that Pinc forgot the
quotation marks and Sokol,

this time, puts them where
they don't belong.

Brilliant.
-A perfect double.

That's super, he puts
quotation marks around words,

his thoughts as if they were
quoted ideas of others.

In fact they are his own.
A stroke of genius.

You follow court cases and

cause problems to those
who win the disputes.

StFekov Castle.
Wood Blewit.

No. We don't cause problems

for those who are victorious
in a court dispute but

to those who allow
court cases to be won

by those who should not...

What are the recent major
affairs that are in motion...

You know what feeling I have?
A horrendous feeling.

You know what feeling I have?
A horrendous feeling.

Like as if you rip my belly
open top to bottom,

have a wriggle with my guts
throw them back and sew it up.

What a feeling.

It's questionable how much
you can oscillate

in the sensitive position to
which Czech philosophy got in...

-Koét'élov Castle.
-...fairly quickly.

The conclusions from very
respected philosophers,

Gadamer, Schaller,
are extremely positive,

for example, relating to the
quality of Czech phenomenology.

And those methods and
behaviour can threaten it...

Velvet Shank.

...and shake it
by unfair criticism.

Criticism which is below
the belt etc..

It is even dangerous.

Affairs
don't interest me officially

but we're working on a new case,
relating to Mr. Bér and a group

which was tried and jailed
20 years ago.

Everyone wants to sweep it
under the carpet.

It's a typical fabricated case
1950's type,

but during the 1970's it was all
public and the result is that

the judiciary does not want
to re-open it even though

the people spent 12 years in
jail and families were destroyed.

MrsParkanové is dismissing
MrHorky who is a judge

who meant to release a murderer
after four years incarceration.

Judge Horky is the biggest
scoundrel in the judiciary.

To answer Véclavs question
as to "who is the Police for",

then maybe here is a way to some
extent to comprehend

what happened here after 1990.
I don't think, as Petr Uhl said,

that the West has an edge in
refusing paternalism and so on.

I would say that
we still have a lead.

Because during those ten years
there is no effective authority

and that is
the cause of our problems.

We even have freedom from rules.
From any kind of responsibility.

By the refusal of a false
communist set of rules

we were no longer prepared
to accept another.

To form a new set of regulations.

I believe that Horky is one of
the best judges in this country.

He behaves very correctly and
isn't prepared to convict people

on the basis of half-baked
evidence proposed by the Police

and the Prosecutor which says
that somebody is a crook.

I can be convinced 1000 times
that someone is a crook but,

surely, I cannot convict simply
because he is unsympathetic.

Four years on remand!
How long a remand is necessary,

how long will it take
to convict them'?

Four years, six years,
eight years, ten years?

We must convict them and
not hold them on remand.

That's the re-opened
coffee-house Slavie.

It is the married-to-be
lass from Sabina's libretto.

The bride
of the whole Czech nation...

In Kolléfis spirit
it is the mother of Slavia.

Slavia is celebrating
a form of re-birth -

if you were to congratulate
firstly, Slavia, then the public.

-In what Party are you?
-I am not in any.

My father always used to say:
ifs impossible to be in a Party.

-I am a non-Party creature.
-Well, I'm pleased.

Slavie from SLAVUS
meaning Slovanic and,

so, I would like to offer my
congratulations via Latin verse

which came to me
as I was walking just now.

The poem is called STABAT
MATTER. Slavia, of course,

and reads...

-How do you like it here?
-Fantastic.

Many hold it against Slavia
or are surprised that

it has remained
how it used to be.

It's right that she has returned
to the days of the 1st Republic.

You are involved in court cases.
Then tell me something about it.

-KniZék's poster and Havel.
-For me that's just silly.

-Any sense in it?
-No sense, only for the media,

then, maybe somebody wants
to gratify one's...

Scaly Cluster Fungus.

Because why would the President
object to being like a mushroom

with a shoe on a poster,
that poster is beautiful.

-Kamy'/k Castle.
-He shouldn't mind,

ifs not Véclav but his bust
which Kniiék created, so,

ifs not a genuine Mr. Havel and
it's not the fault

of the doggie Dééenka when Mrs
President identifies with it.

In the firvst place, there was
Karel Capek's Dééenka

and then MrsPresident started
to use the name.

And, in particular, Mr. and Mrs.
President want money and

they want to give the money
to some charity.

If I was ridden by cancer
I wouldn't want the money but

rather have the poster.

And you elaborated on this
"Véclav" mushroom.

Well, someone a bit thick
like me

wouldn't get the point
of the poster in the least.

I thought that the "Vécla\/'
mushroom is a kind of promotion

for the same-named passageway

from Charlie Square towards
Have|'s house on Raéin Quay.

I didn't cotton on that it's
the sale of shoes.

I didn't understand that either.

Well, and that little Dééenka
is there for decoration.

As you're in such a good mood

we could have a singalong
to loosen up a bit,

in order to let go
of the tension.

Move back a teeny bit please,
back, it's falling apart,

only a wee little bit please,
I can see that it's working,

brilliant that it's working, so,
well, move back a little bit,

a bit of living space for
all those thousands of people

who are waiting here for hours...

This is a jacket for the House
of Fashion created in the 50's,

the shirt is Italian, logically
those women fans tore it apart.

Us intellectual nitwits,
always get it

from those bad signings.

Yeah panties, my trophy,
I have to show it off,

I got them from a woman-friend
who I know for 15 years, look,

from a period, quite fresh.
Perfect, yep. What else?

New Doc Martin's,
in another words Gladiators,

well as far as clothes
are concerned we've solved it.

-|'m looking for you, by the way.
-Let me introduce my new wife.

No longer with Monica then,
pestered her to death or what?

Monika comes to visit at night,

mostly when we're about have
sexual intercourse...

Voyeur!

Yeah, I forgot that baseball cap,
God knows why I took it with me.

But I've realised that Renault
is sponsoring the Plastics tour.

See you.

She's studying at the Uni. and
were below subsistence level.

Studying?
What for, blockhead?

Not clever enough, is she?
She has to study...

Czechs are the best...

Czechs, Czechs...

-You are not signing?
-No, a little hitch,

I think, waiting for further
signings, it'll be...

-And who else will be signing?
-At the moment

I don't have anything to sign.
Not coming at the moment.

And they
do not want it just from you?

But yes, I've signed for those
who were in the shop...

-So, there'|| be more to sign...
-We're waiting if it comes off.

We will leave the song
for later because now

we will watch the TV screens. It
looks like our hockey players

are approaching the residence
of Mr. President.

And what if nobody comes...

We have to wait for another
20 mins. to see if they arrive

otherwise it will be without the
signatures Mr.and Mrs. President.

We have it from Mrs. Rakuéanové,
formerly it was meant like that.

Rockers survive all, man.

Look, I gave a speech at
the funeral of Jirka Tichy,

about two months back and

five people wanted me to give an
oration speech at their funeral.

I gave a funeral oration for
Kuba Némec, the lad who died

right at the time he stopped
taking drugs and

about twenty people there wanted
a funeral speech from me.

I said: you arseholes, you're 20
or 30 years younger than me

and Jana Némcova,
Hlavsova as was, said

that you will outlive us all.
And it's true.

Then we will say something
to those newsmen and go again.

Because I am a mutant.
Stop filming me, pricks,

otherwise I'll stamp
all over your little toys.

Haéek isn't human,
Haéek is a God...

But when it was possible for
us to get rid

of ideological thinking,
well, we should be careful that

a total lack of ideas
doesn't arise out of it,

after deconstruction one should
begin some new construction.

Haéek for President!

Haéek to the Castle...

Welcome home,

Dominik Haéek,
the mainstay of our team,

the star of the championship,
the best goalman in the world,

Dominik Haéeeeeek...

Nuclear physicists today are
turning to us, philosophers,

to recollect our famous past
and to begin work anew.

Post modern philosophy
has got out of the habit.

It's been pushed into a corner
a bit by scientific positivism.

A programme for generations,
really. A very nice programme.

If the historical conditions
were more apt one could say...

They're signing,

later they will
be handing it on like a relay.

...we are entering an era of an
amazing intellectual adventure.

Gorgeous, in all subjects.

I'll give you
little bells for luck.

I hope you will be
happy together,

please, from you personally
I need one signature.

I got this from your office
over a year ago, please sign it.

And here a signature
from both of you, please.

-Yes, that is already signed.
-These books I've already signed.

In science, in philosophy,
in art, in everything.

We would need more decent
social conditions for that,

and in the twenty-first century,
worse luck, they won't be there.

So, it will all regress.
Needlessly.

Alfons Mucha was arrested
in 1939 by the Gestapo

and on 14 July
of that year died.

An end which was logical
in terms of Nazi politics.

A person who drew a whole series
of works devoted to this theme

was clearly damn uncomfortable
to the Nazis.

The question remains, to what
degree will that Slavenhaz,

that hatred towards Slavs,

in some way,
under a difficult label,

be carried onwards.

Czechs, Czechs...

Stamp all over your little toys.

We always used the formal 'vous'
between us, didn't we.

Méfa said you'd be here.

I still haven't seen your film.

You don't even have the decency
to send me a videotape,

I don't have a video-player,
logically, I have nothing,

but I have neighbours
with a video.

Send it to me on tape,
so, I can see it,

supposedly I am famous in it.

That film was fantastic,
I saw it twice,

and how Mr.Cromwell is sitting
in that empty Parliament Chamber

and says: I swear

that I will provide sound
Government to the British people

even at the price
that I govern alone.

Why do you always behave
with me with such superiority'?

Me'? Maybe I have
an advantage over you.

You are going too far...

Then his dictatorship
started and

look where is the greatest
democracy, in Great Britain;

England was never the same it
had been before Cromwell.

Gave those good-for-nothings
a hiding in the same way

as I will give you a hiding.
I warned you to stop shooting.

A pity that the Czech TV did not
show your New Year speech

because it would have been
really worth it.

You saw it then?

Then you saw the chicken,
spot on I think...

You Pandora created Zeus...

I would suggest, is Lubor here?
Lubor?

Are there
any Plastics in the house?

Vrét'a's there with Kéba.

...so as to punish
and humiliate you, Pandora,

and force on
to a road of worthiness.

Into my box he stored
all the world calamities and

sent bad times on to the people.

In the bottom of the box placed
a gift which will not disappoint.

Kristyna, you have got somewhere
where you don't belong.

It stifles me but

it is interesting
and sometimes even amusing.

-To play with dolls?
-Yes, with large dolls.

Do be careful,
the Regicidal killer

-is behind the curtains.
-Who would wish to kill me...

Charles I. said the same in
England, everyone loves me

and the Cromwellites
chopped his head off.

There are times
I wish to be Cromwell

and cut my head off.

Czechs, Czechs!

Permanently I have a rose-like
skin-complaint in both legs.

That's what one Dr. kept saying,
you can't heal it,

you simply are that way. I fight
all the time, any injury does.

The rules are unknown, the rules
are generally created

according to how open officials'
ears and pockets happen to be.

-You know Miss...
-It's a little boy!

Imagine, my little lad,
that communication -

one community hits the puck
according to its reason and

then the puck is taken away
by another community and

bangs it as it thinks fit and

the rules are clear and
what matters is victory.

Russkies are for it
and all saw it!

It's all about victory, it's
like a war to subdue the rest...

Yes.

That's precisely the situation
we are in today.

I got this from Saéa Juréékové,

she beat me up 4 days ago.

At a Dog's Soldiers gig
at the Acropolis

and she engaged in Greco-roman
fight, pretty good at it too,

as well as some three other
Asiatic underhand sports.

We were sitting at a table
in the front-hall

and I was giving some
tale about my kids.

Probably thought it cynical.
She has a new baby, that cunt,

so jumped across
the table and went for me.

I had a proper fight with her...
it's like the Sarajevo attentat.

Kicked her ribs in,
stitched head, just trivial.

Kicked her ribs in,
stitched head, just trivial.

I was, so, pissed, that the ribs
began to hurt only 3 days after.

It's O.K. now.
But the day before yesterday

I couldn't stand or lie down,
nor sit down.

When I coughed
or when I smiled...

Banged ribs are worse
than broken ones. Bitch.

They've bringing
my love to me..

The film was created with the
support of the State Foundation

for the Support and Development
of Czech Cinema

Dear MrPresident,
ladies and gentlemen,

dear colleagues.

Today's performance finished
a successful series

of charitable performances
which came to fruition

due to the involvement
of Mrs. Dagmar Havlové

with the aim
of helping the victims

of the tragic floods
this year in Moravia.

Thank you
for patience which you -

Milan shut the gob up
during the signing.

Apologies for the delay but

there were some pricks
filming from the TV.

I'd like to say that
it is incredible

that the Plastics are signing
a book of their texts...

that Lubor Mafa, a publisher,

got hold of a person
who put it all together.

Because none of us had it all.

Jarda Rydl, no Reidl,
ifs the same, what's in a name.

As William Shakespeare says:
What's in a name?

That which we call a rose, by any
other name would smell as sweet.

In short,

in November - revolution

of which yesterday
we saw the anniversary,

we never imagined that we
would live to see the day.

Succinctly - enough babble.

I want that you allow one minute
silence as a mark of respect

for Michal Jernek, song-writer
for the Plastic People,

who died yesterday.

Please, a minutes' silence
for Michel Jernel,

Mejia, fuck it, he was your mate,

none of us is wearing a watch
anyhow...

He died of stroke.

He played with the Plastics
for 3 years,

I've lived with them for 30 years.
It's amazing I haven't had a fit.

Long Live
The Czech Golden Olympic Team

and 140000 Czechs
who have come to say Thank You.

-I don't have an ear for music.
-No brain, no stroke.

That alone saves me.