All language subtitles for Larks.on.a.String.1969

...Presents a film
based on a book by Bohumil Hrabal

Larks on a String

After "Victorious February" the working
class finally took power and became the

ruling class in the state.

The remnants of the defeated classes
were put to work so that they could

atone for belonging to the former
bourgeoisie through honest labour.

"Why shouldn't we be glad when
we are working for ourselves?"

AND OVERTAKE

You wanted to see
where the production of steel starts.

This is the place,
the scrap heap.

All that you can see here
well be smelted down

into high-grave steel.

We'll make tractors out of this steel
to plough our fields.

We'll make more washing machines
so you can wash your dirty overalls.

These are our voluntary workers.

Mostly of bourgeois origin.

We'll also smelt them down.

Into a new kind of people.

This is a professor of philosophy,
a former librarian

in the capital of Prague
who was sent to work in industry,

for he refused to shred
decadent bourgeois western literature.

- How are you, professor?
- Fine, thank you.

It is getting better
in the spiritual sphere.

Now I'll introduce the others to you.

This is a public prosecutor
who is here because he maintained

that the defendant had a right
to defend himself.

Mr persecutor's lucky

that comrade prosecutor
didn't charge him.

This is...

Hey, hey!

This is Tiny, a former joiner.

Patented... Patented...

- Patented manufacture of wash-tubs.
- Patented manufacture of wash-tubs.

He satisfied his bourgeois lust
by employing four workers.

This is Jack-knife, a former barber.

He is here because out five barbers,
three had to go.

Well, men, what about hygiene?

Tiny, don't eat bread
with hairs on it!

D'you want to get malaria or leprosy?

This is a saxophonist who is here
because we abolished saxophones

as bourgeois instruments.

And this one here,
this is Dairyman.

We're really proud of him.

He himself decide to close his dairy

and volunteered to work for socialism.

This is Pavel Hvezdar,
a cock thrown out of a hotel

because he didn't want to work
on Saturdays for religious reasons.

Here he also doesn't work
on Saturdays

and I'm giving his now
the third reprimand of the trade unions.

This men will not die a natural death...

So these are our workers.

A former philosopher, public prosecutor,
barber, cook and a saxophonist.

I'm the only one here
who's a worker by origin.

Doctor, come and join us.

I can't, they took my ladder away.

Ok then, you'll discuss
the February events

so that the cinema audiences know
that not only them

but all decent people
must closely follow

the imperialist plays of capitalism
with revulsion and disgust.

Americans, jump into the sea!

- The PUSAN fortress will soon fall.
- Pusan.

And you'll say doubtingly:
I wouldn't be so sure!

- No way, I'm in the dog-house
as it is.

All I'll say is: Ami go home!

Excellent!
This is a dialectic approach.

And you, as the people's tribune,
will shout indignantly:

Watch out, imperialists,
we'll pour our peaceful steel

down your war-mongers throats!

Hands off Korea!

Watch out, imperialist,
we'll pour...

- Our...
- ...our peaceful steel

down your war-mongers throats.

- Hands off...
- Hands off Korea!

- Off Korea!
- Is that so?

...opened by the chairman
of the cultural commission,

one-fifteen this afternoon...

End of announcement.

Hey, wait!
You can't do that!

She's a prisoner.

It's all right.
Everything's my responsibility here.

You two hold your hands

and pretend to look joyfully
into each other's eyes.

That's it.

And there will be
the following commentary

about the two of you.

We're doing all this for our future,
for the future of our young new people

who love each other, who raise families
to have levelly children

who will never again know war,
suffering, but ever-lasting peace.

Bend forward a little bit, that's right.

And take this newspaper,
hold it like this

as if you were reading it...
That's it, that's it.

That'll be wonderful.

OK, let's roll!

Smile!

- Honour to work!
- Why not, if it's well paid.

Yes, great. Great!
Silence, please, we're rolling!

How come you haven't loaded up
any scrap?

There's no scrap to smelt
in the furnaces!

- Camera!
- Americans, jump into the sea,

the Pusan fortress will soon fall!

Ami go home!

I say, how come you haven't loaded up
any scrap since the morning?!

- We're on strike!
- What?

- What did you say, Vaclav?
- Let's get out of here!

We're not working until they send
the person

who's supposed to discussed
the increased norms

with us according to the rules!

Vaclav, the imperialists are closing
in on us.

We can't wait, we have to pour
our peaceful steel

into their war-mongers throats!

We all read the Party daily's
editorial

Who said the norms should be raised?
Who did he discuss it with?

The ministry of heavy industry.

- Whose suggestion was it?
- Ours, the trade unions.

But you didn't ask the opinion
of those who should've been asked first!

Are we just figures for your statistic
or what?

No, of course not, I only did
what was approved by the trade unions.

Go are you going back to work?

Only if the original norms
are maintained.

OK. In that case,
I have to report it

to the management
and the Trade Union Council.

Why are you treating us like this?

Why d'you want to take money
from my pocket?

Vaclav, you, an old Party member,
and you talk to me like that?

I'm fed up with you!

But, Vaclav, I'm one of you,
I'm a worker too!

So you should be able
to understand this.

You should've filmed that,
you window-dressers!

Hands off the strike!

Hands off each other!

I haven't had such a good laugh
for ages.

Come on, girls, cut it out!

Work is a matter of honour for you!

They're defectors.

Penal Code, the law
which came into effect

on July, 12, 1950, No. 86,

paragraph 95 -
deserting the republic.

He who leaves the territory
of the Czechoslovak Republic

without permission will be punished
by imprisonment

of between one and five years.

The court say withdraw his citizenship.

Suspended sentence
is out of the question!

Well?

Come on!

Cut it out!

Did you wash hands?

Don't go overboard!

Now hear this!
We'll play Polka for Jarmilka

in Honour of the smelting team
lead by Vomacka

for their record-braking number
of melt-downs.

Nothing but record melt-downs.

The other day they broke the record
for the open-hearth furnaces.

Fourteen melt-downs
in twenty-four hours.

But one roller told me
that he'd put all innovators

before the court
because the rolling-mill

rolls the steel from these famous
fourteen melt-downs

and half of the material
will have to go back

into the furnace as scrap.

So, it's true "Well Begun is Half Done".

But it is even more true
what our grandfathers,

used to say:
"Haste Makes Waste!"

What might they give us
for going on strike?

I'm just thinking about it.

They could enforce
the Act on Peace Protection,

the sentences are more severe.

But we are in the right!
We have to keep ourselves fit!

You maybe, but not me, nor the others.

Of course,

if I were comrade prosecutor,
I'd charge us and the others

with a nice anti-stats conspiracy.

Then I'd charge myself
as intellectual instigator

of the whole strike,

the exacerbating circumstances
for me being

that I, as former Mr Prosecutor,

I should've known better...

But we're all equal here!

The members of the defeated classes
just like the communists.

We're all working here
to make everyone's life better!

Even violators enter the kingdom.

So you're getting married, are you?

Get married then!

There exist the double-slap theory.

If a worker slaps me,
they may lock me up

because I provoked him,

but if I slap a worker,

it's classed as grievous bodily harm,

even if it's only a hero less slap.

That's great!
But that's not allowed here in Kladno!

So don't get married then!

Not here, anyway!

- Honour to work!
- Honour to work.

It looks like I'm going to have to.

Really? So go and get married then!

But I'm afraid...

So don't get married then!

Get up! Get up, men!

There's a delegate here
form the Trade Union Council.

He's as busy, but he still found
the time to come and see us.

So go and get married then!

Look, comrades, I was sorry to hear

that you don't agree with the demand

that we should be brought
nearer socialism.

What would the author
of Red Fire Over Kladno

think of that if he knew?

Yeah, what would he think?

If you impose norms on us
which you haven't discussed with us

according to the rules?!

The former Union President
was not against us, was he?

I was still a boy when he played
the harmonica with my Dad

and in the evenings he taught workers
to put a up a fight.

On a harmonica?

Yeah, an accordion.

He used to go with my father for a drink
to the Secky pub.

He's never been a phoney, comrade.

Comrade, you can't say things
like that

You just play into the hands
of the aggressors.

As for that, comrade, I'd leave it
to comrades Krosnar and Zapotocky.

They taught us that it was
the duty of those at the top

to listen to those at the bottom.

But this is playing into the hands
of the reactionaries!

See to it that the norms
are raised the way it should be done!

Tell the planners to come and see us
and to negotiate with us.

If you don't know the Party line,
at least I do.

Let's go for a beer, boys!
No use talking to a secretary like that!

So don't get married then!

Here you are, our comrades
here in Kladno are really tough.

Who's that man?

That's our Dairyman.
We call him that

because he voluntarily closed his

and how he works here.
He's our best worker,

a loyal Party member,

but unfortunately a hard-boiled
Kladno man.

What strange people you've got here!

So get married then!

Here's my wedding present.

Thank you. Carry on, carry on!
Come, go to work!

AT YOUR OWN RISK

It was such a nice wedding,
I'll have to get married too.

The bride was almost as lovely as you,

well, to put it more precisely,

this gypsy was as lovely as if she were
from our family.

And Angel looked smart too!

I'll tell you, when a gipsy
started dancing with his bride,

the fat was in the fire,
just as it should've been!

- He trampled on his violin.
- Watch out!

Angel trampled on the gypsy's violin..

If it were my wedding

and some lout danced with my bride
in front of my eyes,

I'd set the house on fire as well,
out of jealousy.

I'd like to have a wedding like that.

What would you like?

Lenka needs some writing paper.

What else?

And Elsa wants some chocolate.

But what do you want?

Just from me?

I have to go.

WE AREN'T AFRAID TO WORK
WE'LL EXCEED OUR PLAN

How are you, doctor?

Well!

Since they threw me out of my job,

made me move out of my flat
and nearly locked me up,

I've been getting better Al the time.

Would you believe I even lost
my rheumatism?

Why not send them a letter
of thanks then?

- I'd better not, but somehow
it simplified my mental make-up.

I used to travel by taxi,
now I take the tram.

I used to drink Dubonnet,
now I drink Popovice bear.

I used to go to my club,
now I just go to the warming-rooms.

Mankind has hardly changed
for thousand of years.

Go away!

What would you like? Just from me?

Never to set a house on fire.

What else?

Nothing.
I'm just glad you're here.

You know, nowadays,
I am interested in Dreiser,

Picasso and Chaplin,
but I have to compare them

with my landlady
who every morning has to dress

her three sleepy children
and drag them to a creche.

She spends the whole day axing cement
and sand.

And in the evening,
she collects her children

and taken them home.

My landlady is worth more to me
than The American Tragedy.

Monsieur Verdeux
and the Doves of Peace put together.

When a man goes walking
on a quiet summer night

and the flickering light of the stars
twinkles in the sky,

one gradually becomes
absorbed in a feeling of friendship

and scorn for the world
and eternity descends on you.

With this universal silence of nature
and calmness of mind,

the covert cognitive might
of the immortal spirit speaks out

in exclusive language

and indescribable notions.

That was Emmanuel Kant!

- So what is cleanliness?
- Cleanliness.

So show me your little mugs!
Come here!

Come on!

Come on!

You too!

Come on!

- Is the wash-tub ready?
- Yes.

It's much better now, doctor,

that Christian Europe is consolidating.

What Europe? What Christian?

It's more Jewish than over before!

- Christian!
- No way!

At one end, a Jew genius, Christ,

at the other another Jew of genius,
Marx.

Two specialists in gross.

And for good measure,
so apart from Christ and Marx...

Apart from Christ and Marx,
the Jews took over art and medicine

with Freud and in physics
with Einstein.

A quadrille of Jewish:
geniuses makes the world turn, eh?

What discovery!

So Leiblitz, Immanuel Kant,
even Aristotle and Thomas Aquinas

are the products, or the refuse,

of the Jewish spirit, eh?

No way!

I'm only saying what I'm terrified of.

Correct.

So you saying God speaks Hebrew

and the official language in heaven

- in Hebrew?
- No.

Neither Hebrew nor Latin.

So now does our good Lord speak?
How?

How?

You are the gods!
Christ says!

So here he speaks Czech.

And where is your good Lord?

Here, you oaf!

He who feels at home in all places
is worthy of God,

he who is identical with all time,
he is with God.

He who made all creatures silent,

was God's first-born son,

as put by Master Eckerhart.

A Jew?

No.

So it is Christian after all!

But the world will not just look on.

Take Iran, it is going at it hammer
and nail.

What d'you mean, Iran?
You meant Iraq, didn't you?

Are you going to the cinema tonight,
boys?

It's as I said. Iran!

Christ, you must've heard Iraq.
You must've heard Iraq!

No, no.
I listened to Radio Free Europe.

They said Iran!

Look, it's true
that there's no difference

between twit and twerp,

but a huge difference
between Iran and Iraq.

A guy climbed in and got six months
for it.

What? Only six months? I'd do it.

You'd get six months for your lust

which would qualify
as mitigating circumstances.

But me, if I got in there,
I'd get ten years,

for just feigning lust.

Because all I'd want

was to instigate the female prisoners
for subversion!

Iran!

- But you heard Iraq! Iraq!
- Pssst!

For his masterpiece, the Lord made
the female body.

There's plenty to entice man's hands
and eyes.

Iran, I say!

It doesn't cost you anything
just to raise your head

and you'll see the sky.

Mr Kant used to take
walks in Königsberg

and he wrote: Two things never fail
to imbue me with respect,

again and again,

with increasing admiration and esteem.

The starry sky above me
and the moral code in me.

What happens above destroys
my dignity so I see myself

as some beast.

But the moral code infinitely adds
to my worth, making me

absolutely independent of the world
of the senses.

Yeah, hear, hear!

This is men's glory!

His head full of ideal,
his feet stuck in shit!

Victory is one big shit-house!

PATENT MANUFACTURER OF TUBS

Don't wake up the children!

Aaah!

You reek of booze.
Did you have a meeting?

Wait, Venousek, come to Daddy,
that's right.

The children will be surprised.

Daddy will give you a surprise.

Keep still, Venousek!

Raise your hands, Venousek!

- And open your little eyes!
- Yeah!

- D'you know who bought it for you?
- My Daddy.

And now close your eyes, Venousek!

Yeah!

- D'you know who bought it for you?
- My Daddy.

I've got new clothes, look!

I'll buy something for you too.
And you...

I'll buy you a sailor's suit too.
And you...

I'll buy you everything.
Because I'm your Daddy.

It's true I take steel
instead of patented wash-tubs,

but every good Daddy likes

buying things for his kiddies.

Terezka!

One, two, three!

Here's the chocolate, cigarettes

Thanks.

Is there really nothing you want?

D'you want to hear my poem
"How a Miner's Daughter Forgot

Her Proletarian Origin and Succumbed
to the Temptations of Eros?"

Brilliant! Victoria aeterna!

Blast!

Come on, boys, stop shitting about!
Since we lost Dairyman,

we have to do his stuff as well!

I'm responsible around here.

Warden, do they have
to carry that material that far?

We're finished, can we help them?

- Little Angel.
- Guardian Angel.

Please, warden, have we ever left you
in it?

Go then. But only three of you!

We've come to help you,
let's make a chain.

Why are you so sad?

I warmed up my fish 'a water
and fell asleep.

And they got boiled alive.

You sell fish?

He's got fish which need air.

Otherwise they drown.

Really.

Is there really nothing you want?

Take off your gloves.

So you don't know?

I've got and aquarium with little fish,

some drown, some get boiled alive.

Now I have problems with my
flying fish.

They are getting a little too friendly
with the sparrows.

They are so mischievous
in the evening

that they won't go back
into their aquarium,

they sit on the chandelier
and I can't catch them.

- Really?
- Really.

He has to catch them
with a butterfly net.

Warden, he's got something in his eye.
Can I help him get it out?

Yeah.

But I haven't got anything in my eye.

You've got lovely eyes.

But he doesn't only breed fish,
but he also plays the bugle a band.

Last month, his band played in a pub
and there was a fight.

Tiny hid under a table
and kept egging them on.

He kept shouting:
Get going! And they'd start off again.

When they found out who was shouting,
that it was someone under the table,

they dragged him out,
kicked him in the bum

and rubbed in pepper and salt.

Come on!

That's enough!

I'll do it myself! I'll do it myself!

I hope you don't want to have
any more children!

What d'you know about it?

You're both too foolish for it!

Why shouldn't I have any more
children?

You could,

but think how they'd ridicule me
at school.

Wash your feet before you go to bed!

I like you.

You didn't let them shred
my Schopenhauer.

I'll read you my poem
on Jaroslav Vrchlicky, OK?

Yeah.

There's no place
where your poetic spirit

has not reached in the pilgrimage
of your life so gigantic.

Your poems have immortalised
all manner of eras so profoundly

and thus, with the light of your words
you have raised the consciousness

of your surprised brothers.

Today, they follow you to eternal glory

even though the constant bustle
is the reason

why the false sheen of the moment
dazzles us.

But with every spring,
the orchard blooms anew,

from chaos the spirit
emerges to create order.

Nice.

No! Ouch!

No! No!

That's another six months for you!

The good old days are draining away
and you don't even know that.

The era has crushed you
and what are you doing about it?

You're feeding the furnace
with your class attributes...

The world won't put up with that,

Eisenhower will pursue
a policy of force.

Yeah, America will go to war
because of you lathes and saws...!

Yes, indeed...!

You know what will become of you?

Ingots.

This era will smelt you down too.

I can't wait to see businessmen
in Paris sweeping the roads

while the workers kick them in the butt.

Good morning.

- Here's the chocolate for girls.
- Thanks.

Is there really nothing you want?

What about cigarettes?

What about chocolate?

What about, what about marrying me?

And what about all those legions
of whores of our youthful days?

Huh!

You couldn't help feeling sorry
for them.

They worked in some department store,
they had little money,

they had to make some extra.

It's the same with shop-girls today.

Don't they have to make
some extra money?

Just got to a night-club.

There are secretaries

making extra money to help pay
their share of the rent.

Look, these days you take a girl
somewhere and you just want to cry.

You have to drink plonk with some bimbo

who can't tell one
and from the other.

She can't play the piano,
she can't talk or hold

an animated conversation.

Yeah, back then...

The era will sweep you all away.

So these, children, are you workers.

Show me your hands!
OK.

Aaah!

The situation has worsened due
to the imperialists

who are using our reactionaries
to their base ends.

Just take a look at them,
at those repugnant,

imperialism-soaked faces.

The Fascist beast never sleeps.

Their stick their uncuts
into our blossoming garden again

and since they can't use weapons
directly,

they abuse these freaks for subversion,

whom we stopped from defecting
to their benefactors.

Keep them at a distance,
not like the one

who managed to get in end
make one in-mate pregnant.

Ugh!

To bring another decadent soul
poisoned with capitalism

into the world!

We're too kind.

It seems that work disciplines
is fading and fading.

And how could it not.

But what's more important,
it's that man's fading.

Not just abstract but real people
are disappearing.

- Comrade...
- Just let the children hear it.

Dairyman disappeared
because he told the truth,

he said that we would not accept
the increase norms

which no-one had discussed with us.

In other words, I'm asking,
never mind the discipline,

but where has Dairyman disappeared?

You bear the consequences yourself!

Who is it?

Come on, children!

- Listen, Vaclav...
- Hmm?

You'll get two years for disrupting
work discipline.

Maybe you'll get an extra
if they qualify it as peace violation.

And maybe you'll get five years
for abating the enemy.

Well, if that's the way it has to be,
I'll go for it!

- Is the wash-tub ready?
- Yeah.

Gentlemen, there's nothing more
wonderful in the world

then family life!

When my time comes,
I'll get married.

I'll marry a beautiful girl
and we'll have children straight away

because, gentlemen, food, drink, sleep,

bathing and love-making

are the noblest acts that exist.

Your hands are shaking.

- I slept badly.
- I know the feeling.

You're stuck here and all the time
you think about

what going on at home.

It was just the same with me at first.

I have nothing to complain about.

Only I couldn't stand it any longer
one day...

I left a chap half-done and rushed home.

- And what happened?
- Of course, I caught her at it.

My hands shook like the devil.

I couldn't shave people
for six months.

Willful desertion of your post
is punishable by demotion

and suspension for five years.

That just takes the biscuit!

Wait,
I'm responsible for it!

I'm the representative of the foreman!

If they see us like this, talking
with defectors,

there'll be so much trouble!

Kudlo, you're a typical Czech.

You get a position and suddenly think
the sun shines out your arse!

Please, I would like to know...

Yes, what?

Oh no.

Yes, we would like to know...

- ...well...
- What then?

We would like to know how Mr Zatopek
ran yesterday.

- It was a great race!
- Yeah!

- A national disaster.
- Oh, and we were urging him on...

It was a wonderful race!

At the start Schade and Pirie were
leading, Chataway...

Weddings should be before Easter.

Ideally around the solstice.

Couldn't we wait?

Maybe there'll be an amnesty in May.

No. Best at the solstice!

On March 21 the earth and the sun marry

and we'll have our wedding
in their honour.

- That's right.
- But I'll still be locked up.

- It's just not possible.
- Oh yes it is.

Why shouldn't it be possible?

I'll sort it out.

The impossible is possible in
our country.

But after the eight lap,
it was nerve-cracking.

Zatopek broke away as only he can,
but Mimoun took the lead

and the damage was done...

- So Zatopek lost?
- And we really wanted him to win!

Dear ladies, then that devil Zatopek
sped in front and broke a new record.

Aaah!

It's a good job we crossed our fingers
for him!

Yeah, but we were sad in the bus
because we knew

that we'd have to put in extra work
in honour of Zatopek's victory.

What's going on?

He'll be passing by here.

Move along now!

Our state provides the family
with material and spiritual support

so that it can contribute
to the building of socialism

in peace and happiness.

I ask you, Pavel Hvezdar,
do you take this woman by prosy,

your bride Jitka Hlavackova,
of your own free will

and do you know of any impediment
to this union?

- I take her for my wife.
- Mrs Thimingova,

you are here by proxy of Jitka Hlavacova

takes this man, Pavel Hvezdar,
willingly?

Yes.

Thus I consider and declare
this union closed.

As proof of this act, Mrs Thimingova,
as Aunt of the bridegroom,

place the wedding ring
on the bridegroom's finger by proxy.

Congratulations. Congratulations.

Congratulations. Congratulations.

- Honour to work.
- Honour to work.

Miss Hlavacova, I inform you

that since half past eleven,

that's the last three hours,

you've been married
and your name now is Jitka Hvezdarova.

Congratulations.

Have you got the ring?

Out!

- So I got married, Mum.
- That's nice.

And where's your bride?

In the nick.

That's nice.

Mum, I'll make something nice
for dinner.

That's nice.

Damn it!

Mum, we're having soup and faggots.
Just how you like it.

That's nice.

Then beef with dumplings
and mushroom sauce.

That's nice.

And then... Look!

I'm being original today!

That's nice.

Jitka!

Obey your husband, be faithful to him,
long live the newly-weds!

Husband and wife should support
each other!

To stick together!
To bear and bring up children!

Welcome.

Wait, you may find this handy.

- Where, are you off to?
- Well, I'm going to...

He's here, he's arrived.
We're going to welcome him!

Home of that!
We're going to welcome him!

- PLEASURE IN WORK, PLEASURE IN LIFE
- Hurrah!

Beautiful! Beautiful!

So many flowers!
Beautiful!

If only Bozena Nemcova had lived to
see this!

Or Smetana...

Can you hear?

I can hear what's missing here.

Music.

Where's the music got to?

But a man can't live through music
alone,

he needs bread.

And there will be bread!

And there will be butter!

And cream!

And Fibich and Dvorak.

But where is the music, young man?

Yes. Music too, but...

...we really want to know
what happened to Dairyman.

And where's the professor of philosophy?

And where are the good days...

- Yes, yes, yes.
- ...when people respected

and loved each other?

Yes.
What a nice person! Who is he?

A prematurely wise person...

- Is the wash-tub ready?
- Yeah.

Hey, starting a new life again?
You bastards!

There you are, Ilonka.

Our government looks after
your sanitary needs.

Instead of playing cards,
what do I do in my free time?

I look after the new man.

- And who is this new man?
- I am.

There you are. Yes.

What d'you mean, a new life?

You look after the young ones

and you don't care a jot about the old!

Just have a look!

Who's going to wash our Granny?

That's work for the police.

Mum, go and watch in front of the
building!

Ilona, the great thing about new
people is that they

don't worry about some heaven,
where there are some kind of angels,

but rather about people!

For us it's enough, that the angels on
the earth are you and us!

That's a nice rule, my friend!

Where did you pick it up?

Here.

Friends, we are now going to walk
together.

Together we will preach the gospel
on hygiene!

Our rule is love your neighbour.

I had such a lovely wedding.

They were just dragging the Zehun pond.

And when we came back from the church,
my bridegroom Pepik

had disappeared.

He came back two days later.

All soaked, he'd been fishing.

What about yours?

He's beautiful as if he were
from our family.

But I still haven't got him home.

I've been married for six months,
three weeks out of the nick

- and he's still not home.
- Why?

He got two years.

But in eighteen months
he'll be back home again.

Line up!

- One day we'll see where the truth is!
- I married truth.

And where is your truth?

Here. With me always.

Like Antheus I grew weak,
but recovered when I touched the ground.

My truth could rest on my knees,
my truth is like bread on our table.

But it's no longer on the table.

Boys, they stole the truth from us,
the bastards!

Where is the truth now?

Fate bids me to refine my philosophy.

Oh, people, I'm so happy.

I was born,

all that sorrow, all that wrath,

all was burst in the fire
which cleansed me.

I'm happy.
I've found myself.

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