All language subtitles for Autumn Spring (Vladimír Michálek, 2001)

Very shabby.

This way, Maestro.

-Where do we start?
-Upstairs, sir.

Where the rain comes in?

I'll explain. This way, please.

Good morning.

Mr. Mayer, the property manager.

Maestro Hána, member emeritus
of the Metropolitan Opera.

His secretary, Mr. Eduard.

We hope you're going
to like it here, Maestro!

-This is what?
-The dining room.

Only the table remains
of the set. Chippendale.

Well... We shall see.

The property includes
15 hectares of forest,

two large ponds, a cherry
orchard and a hunting lodge.

There's time to see it, sir,

then we'll have brunch
at the French Restaurant.

-Eduard!
-Oh, sorry.

Did you say sixty million?

Sixty-five, sir.

-How many dollars is that?
-About one and a half million.

Let's take a look
at the hunting lodge.

We're making good time.

Excuse me,

when may we expect
your answer, Maestro?

I fly to the States tomorrow
to consult with my lawyer.

Should the Countess bring
the price down call me immediately.

You'll have your answer
within two weeks anyway.

Shall we go and have a drink?

I forgot, I've got to go home.

You were great today, Fanda.

Magnificent! World class!

Next time we'll exchange roles.

No, it's in your blood.

The way you tasted
and returned the wine!

That was a masterpiece
of acting, Fanda!

I was carried away,
I nearly believed it myself!

Old men should be rich.

And respected. I'm off.

We haven't gatecrashed
at a wedding for ages!

-That's mine! Gimme that!
-Quietly, girls!

Sit down.

-Be quiet! I'll have to go, Mum.
-No, wait a bit longer.

We've been waiting for two hours.
I must get back to work.

He promised to come,
something held him up.

Like last time, we picked him up
at the Alcoholics' Centre.

He celebrated with pals
from the theatre...

Paid for the whole pub,
spent his whole pension

-and you couldn't pay the rent.
-Gimme that! -No! I won't!

-Be quiet!
-Don't shout at them.

It's not the money, Mum,
I help out gladly.

I worry about Dad, his goings on
just aren't normal. At his age!

It's his age
that's getting him down.

He's afraid of death,
is trying to escape it.

Is Grandpa going to die?

We're all going to die.
Some sooner, some later.

-Grandpa sooner, right, Dad?
-Wipe your mouth and be quiet!

Mother... have you talked it over?

I haven't found
the right opportunity.

I'm badly worried.
Yesterday's scene...

-My Mummy hit Aunty with a ladle.
-On the head!

And our Mummy
broke all the plates.

Girls, Grandpa lost his way again,

but the pictures you drew him
are going to please him.

Grandpa looked forward
so much to seeing you.

'Bye Granny.

His memory isn't
what it used to be.

Hurry up... your jackets.

Stick it out a bit longer, Jára.
I'll talk to him.

Good evening.

Did I go off with the elevator?

No. I suffer
from claustrophobia.

Hello!

D'you want to kill me?
You silly fool!

Don't say a word,
get out of my sight!

Or I'll pack up your things
and send you off to Ed's!

Five people waiting
for you for three hours

to wish you a happy birthday
and you go off on a binge!

Can a couple of measly
flowers set that right?

No, I know they can't.

So why spend money
on flowers if you know?

-Because you love gerberas.
-No I don't.

-You do.
-I don't.

-Yes you do.
-I don't! So there!

All right, so you don't.

There are your presents
from the girls and me.

That's a pretty picture.

Karolína - is she by Jára's
first or second wife?

Pull yourself together, you're
nearly eighty, a family man

with two daughters-in-law
and four lovely grandchildren,

stop playing the fool and
start taking life seriously.

-Sorry... but this is quite witty!
-GRANDPA

This could be your last
birthday we didn't celebrate.

I'd be really sorry.
Believe me.

I do believe you.
What's this?

-Black shoes.
-Into my coffin?

Not for dancing class!
Though one never knows, with you.

Here's your cake.
It cost 150 crowns

-and the shoes 1 200.
-Did you say anything?

I thought the shoes
are from Jára.

No, he has a present
for both of us.

It happens to be
my birthday too, you know.

I bet it's something original.

It's a gift for 28 000 crowns.

Not a holiday at the icy
North Sea, I hope.

Oh, stop!

Look, what a beautiful
death announcement!

"One loving heart from
this world has been taken.

Not even our love can
this heart reawaken."

I must write that down.
Lend me a pencil.

I'll wait here for you
and learn it by heart.

No, come with me.

Well?
How d'you like this grave?

What do the Vaňouses
have to do with us?

Nothing.
The family died out,

and Jára bought the grave for us.

So that's the gift for 28 000?

This tomb's worth a good 50 000.

It's a bargain at that price,

Jára has a pal
at the cemetery office.

Are you going to lie in
there with the Vaňouses?

-We'll both be there, Fanda.
-Not me.

If Jára's used to buying
second-hand graves

that's his business,

I refuse to lie there
with some Vaňous woman.

You won't know
where we'll put you.

But I know now!

And I don't like it here.

Such a measly and sad
little cemetery,

all swarming with graves,
and no view at all.

I can't even enjoy my smoke here.

Fanda! Come back!

There's no escaping death.

Hey... I don't believe it!

What are you doing here?

Sorry, I really can't
quite place you...

Come on, try!

-Pepík Novák?
-No! Forgotten your best friend?

My best friend... Venda Bayer?

Yes, Venda Bayer!
What a memory!

I'm sorry I didn't recognize you.

But I thought you were
taller than me.

Yes, but I had an accident.

Climbing the Chomolungma
in the Himmalayas, I fell 60 metres

both my legs were
fractured three times,

Professor Čech
had to shorten my bones.

I never heard.

But I went on,
Mont Blanc and all, and you?

-How's the love of your life?
-You mean Milena?

Yes, what a beauty!
How we all envied you.

I'll tell you.

I married her. Fifty years ago.

A month ago I buried her.

I'm so sorry.

What a charmer she was.

-And how are you doing?
-Badly. Don't even ask.

On the way back from
the crematorium I crashed my car,

it wasn't insured,
so it cost me 35 000!

The funeral cost 25 000,

now I can't even buy
her a decent wreath.

Here's 200,

get her some flowers,
give her my best

and say Venda Bayer
thinks of her often.

I'll tell her, Venda, thank you.

Hey, what's this?

No tears!

Look forwards!
As we mountaineers say,

where there's a will
there's a way.

So lift that chin up!

Karel, come here! Come here!

-I wanted it 15 cm and it's 17!
-I'll redo it. -And fast!

-Boss, a call for you!
-I'm busy. -It's Erna.

What is it now, dammit?

-Call Janoušek.
-What do I say?

To come at nine.
Okay, I'm going.

Get out!

Out of my bathroom,
you wretch!

Get out at once, you slut
or I'll chuck all your things out!

For God's sake...

Erna, don't do it!

Stop it!

-Shit! Stop it, Erna!
-There, you pig!

Don't! Stop it!

For fuck's sake! Erna!

Stop it, girls!
Damn you Erna, stop it.

-Jára, it was so awful!
-Stop it, Erna!

All right, all right.
Quiet, kids. It'll be all right.

Ticket inspection.

-Oh, would you pardon us?
-We forgot.

We come from out of town,
inspector.

It'll be a 200 crown fine
each, young ladies.

-Can't you just forget it?
-Sorry, we're under oath.

Let them go, boss, so they won't
have bad memories of Prague.

They'll give us a nice kiss each.

Quickly, then.
So nobody sees us.

-DRUGSTORE
-Funeral...

Where's the drugstore?

That goes in here.

Bonjour, madame.
Pardon, bonsoir.

I lent you 500,
you promised it back today.

Oui, madame.

Come on!
It's out of the funeral.

Je ne comprends pas, madame.

Stop playing the fool
with your French.

You won't learn now
that you're eighty.

I'm 76, should you be interested.

No. I'm interested
in where that 500 is.

200 for a man in trouble.

And the 300?

Lunch at a French restaurant

where I chose everything

from the French menu.

Eating up our funeral money

when the 30 000 we have
isn't enough for two funerals?!

You'll just pop off and I'll have
to wait to die till I save up.

-All right, so I'll wait.
-That'd be a fiasco,

you'd spend the money
and strew me in some field.

So do you want me to die
first or you?

-Tell me! I don't care.
-But you should care.

What if you had a stroke?
What would I do with you?

Put me in hospital.

After a bit they'd stick
you into a hospice,

a terrible place where
they'd stuff you into a cage.

But don't worry.
I have the solution.

Listen.

We'll go to a Home
for senior citizens.

But we must go now,
they only take fit people.

But if you get a stroke there,

they look after you.

You're going to like it there, Fanda.

I told the manager
you sang in operetta,

she'll give you a room
with a view into the woods.

A lovely room,
we'll take our furniture.

Jára will pay for the move.

-Oh, Jára?
-He arranged it all.

He wants us in a Home

so he can have this place.

You know how they're living.

Erna wants Květa out, where
would she take the girls?

Here.

Like last time.

After Jára's first divorce

we left him and Květa
our lovely big apartment

and moved out
to this rabbit-warren here.

Now he's with his 3rd wife,
the 2nd wife's in the way

so he found us a lovely room
with a view into despair.

-Tell Jára...
-Wait, let me explain.

Tell Jára...

Even if he gets divorced

and married ten more times

I'm staying put,

nobody gets me
out of here alive!

-Do you want to go in?
-Yes. Thank you.

Good morning, Maestro.

Good morning.

Are you about to purchase
another mansion?

-Good morning.
-Hello, boys.

I am staying with
my brother at the moment.

Come in.

-Do come in.
-Thank you.

Didn't you like it at the Hilton?

Yes, but my brother
insisted I stay here,

we haven't seen each other
for three years.

You don't say.

-Do take a seat.
-Thank you.

I've added it all up, Mr. Hána.

Here it is.

The hired limo, the brunch,
plus my wasted time,

plus 50 % for intent to mislead
and my refusing other clients.

The total comes to
29 100 crowns. Right?

Would you like it in cash
or on your account?

In cash. Within a week.

How about some coffee or tea
or maybe a brandy...

Where can my brother
keep the brandy?

No thanks.

You surprise me.

I thought you to put up a fight

and I'd have to take you to court.

A member emeritus of
the Metropolitan Opera

knows the value
of success and failure.

Right.

You were good, Mr. Hána.

Convincing.

If you hadn't mixed up your cards,

I'd have believed
you'd buy the mansion.

Maybe next time.

So, within a week!

I've called to everyone.

None of my friends
will lend me any money.

Things used to be different.

The times have changed,
but we haven't.

Here's 10 000, I'll give
you 3 more on the 15th.

Too late, I must pay up
by Saturday.

We'll try the casino.

Let's break the bank!

-I don't know...
-What's with you?

-I'm not going in, Fanda.
-What are you scared of?

Haven't we played
aristocrats and rich men?

-In The Bat, Count Luxemburg.
-Only in the choir.

So now you're a soloist,

do that button up and come on!

We'll show the nouveau
riche lumpenbourgeoisie.

Don't go in, I'll get you
the 20 000 somehow.

Stop it.

Good afternoon.

Where do we start?
Here or here?

You used the service entrance

instead of going through
the reception desk!

Good afternoon.

We're from television,
where's your boss?

We want to shoot 3 scenes
for a coproduction film.

-He's clean.
-We need to settle the conditions.

Speak to the marketing manager.

Maybe we'll come
for a game some day too.

It was a pleasure, gentlemen!

What a show-down!

The shame of it!
You were no help at all.

I'm sorry.
I'll get you the money.

Good afternoon.
Let me help you with that.

-I can manage.
-It would give me pleasure.

All right then, it's kind of you.

Been travelling again?

I've been to Ostrava with my
husband, they played against Baník.

-Your husband is a football player?
-Yes, for the Sparta club.

And you go with him?

I have to.
He's terribly jealous.

I'm not surprised.

-I'll take them up for you.
-That's very nice.

It's the fifth floor,
the door on the left.

How about coming along?

No. Thank you.

Thank you very much, Mr...

Hána.

I can't use you
like this, Mr. Hána.

You may. Anything, madame.

Thank you.

I'll be seeing you.

-Is that her?
-Yeah.

Will she lend us some money?

Buy a big bouquet
to get her in a good mood.

Then leave it to me.

Good morning.

-Hello, uncle Ed!
-I've brought a customer, Marcela.

Hi.

He needs a special bunch of flowers.

For you, uncle,
they'll be very special.

-Hello.
-What kind?

-What sort of price?
-Up to about 1 000 crowns.

For what occasion?
Who are they for?

For the French
ambassador's wife.

In that case lillies
would be splendid.

-How's Venda doing?
-As usual.

Her husband is an alcoholic.

Or orchids?

Or roses? I've got lots.

I'll leave it up to you, Marcela.

How long is it since your Mum...

Just yesterday I wanted to
buy flowers for her grave.

-That's nice of you.
-And someone stole my wallet!

-With my month's pension in it!
-Oh, no!

I went all hot and cold.

-I burst out crying.
-Tell her why!

Why?

All my money for the month...

Tell her, don't be shy.

Yes... all of it...

He'll lose the chance
for a wonderful role.

What role?

He's been chosen for a film
about Theresienstadt.

To play an old mime

who saves 80 Jewish children.

Seriously?

If he learns tap-dancing
within two months.

That's easy.

You'll be playing
in a film, uncle Ed?

-Yeah.
-Wonderful!

But the nitwit wants
to refuse because

the American dance teacher
charges 50 dollars a lesson.

Fifty dollars? That much?

-And how many lessons...?
-Ten.

That's 20 000 Czech crowns,

but he gets 10 000 dollars
for the part!

Ten thousand?

That's nearly half a million!

Half a million?

I'm sorry, uncle Ed.
I can't lend you the money.

Venda, taxes, the children.

950 crowns!

-Pay for it!
-You have the money.

-Keep the change.
-So bye-bye, and thanks!

What do I do with the flowers?

Put them on your sister's grave.

Listen, I heard
that Maruška Grulichová

had her 85th birthday.

How about...

So let's catch a taxi!

'Bye for now, and take care.

Good morning.

I've just brought
Maruška her shopping.

She's in a bad way,
her legs, poor thing,

that tiny pension and
she forgets everything.

She owes me 2 000 but
I'm not saying anything.

She'll be pleased
to see you, gentlemen.

Goodbye.

No!

Yes! We come with our felicitations
on behalf of the theatre.

They all send their regards.

They remembered.

You were the pride of
the theatre for 40 years!

The oldest choir-girl in history.

And a soloist, boys,
but you wouldn't remember.

In '41 I sang Helena
in Polish Blood as stand-in.

Jára Pospíšil gave me
these flowers afterwards

and this bottle
of old Spanish wine.

How we loved Polish Blood!

We all wanted
to sing Count Baranski.

But we never made it.

It's all over
and done with now.

You've made me so happy, boys.

I slept right through
my horrid birthday.

But now we'll celebrate!

I saved it for 60 years
for the right occasion.

Open it!

1930!

-Here's a cork-screw.
-What an honour for us.

You were always
the princess of our dreams.

This wine's so good
it doesn't want to come out!

How much is there left?

The flowers, taxi...

6 000 of your money.

I left 2 000
under Maruška's vase.

How kind you are, Fanda.

Good deeds pave the way
to heaven. Remember that.

But is there anything afterwards?

Who knows. Just in case...
so be good.

Give that boy a hundred.

-A whole hundred note?
-For both of us.

-Isn't that too much?
-D'you want to be saved?

Thank you very much.

Stop!

Catch him!

-I could cry, Fanda.
-That won't help.

-At least he didn't get my ID.
-What will you do?

I'll have to strip
the funeral savings.

How about selling something?

They need human skeletons.
But they don't take bald types.

Seriously, what will you do?

We're down to our last thousand.
So let's let off some steam.

Come on, do something!
Can't you see that I can't see?

Bring me the funeral book.

I'm going to the bank.

Where is it?

In the big dish.

It's not in the dish.

But I put it there.

Here it is.
My, you gave me a shock.

I think you'd better...
not open it.

Fanda!

I took out... thirty thousand.

Thirty thousand?!

Yes, plus the early
withdrawal fine...

D'you want to borrow my glasses?

I'm not going to scream.
I'm going to kill you.

-Well, I understand how you feel...
-So you understand?

Absolutely.

So why did you take
the only money we have?

I've been betting on your birth date
in the lottery for thirty years.

I'm expecting the jackpot now.

What have you done
with the money?

I was sorry

that you'd only
ever been to Hungary,

I wanted to buy you
a holiday in Hurghada.

Where?

The Red Sea, Luxor, Karnak,

Queen Hatshepsut's Temple.

I'm not going to any Hukarda!

No, because a fake blind man
stole the money.

The Red Sea. A fake blind man!

D'you expect me to believe you?

No.

So why make up these lies?

Why deceive me?

You're shouting.

Yes, let everyone hear
that my husband's a liar,

a thief and a con man
who's ruining my healt,

and that I can't even die
decently because of him!

But I've had enough
of your silly pranks.

Kill it! The moth!

-Put that paper back.
-I will, after I've read it.

He complained someone's
stealing his paper!

How did he know? It's in
place when he comes home.

Yes.
With the crossword puzzle done.

He can't do it himself anyway.

Don't smoke. You'll cough.

I cough better when I smoke.

By the way, I want
that 30 000 back.

-And tie your shoelace.
-I'll think it over.

Till then you'll give me
all of your pension.

That might make you take
life seriously at last.

-What did you say?
-That it's going to be a lovely day!

When we've done the shopping
we're going to Jára's

to look after the children.

-Pepík Nohejl! What a coincidence!
-Pepík who?

A scene-shifter from the theatre.

See you at the yoghurt counter.

It was parked here!

My new Octavia!
I saved up for it for five years.

I didn't notice it.
What colour was it?

Yellow.

Stolen with my exotic parrot in it!
Agapornis fisheri.

-What am I going to do?
-You must report it.

Come, I'll take you
to the police station.

Those jerks are supposed
to watch this parking lot.

Come on, let's go!

Two luxury villas.

And a magnificent
mansion for 60 million.

-But that's near Ostrava.
-It looks splendid.

But 15 rooms,
that's not really enough.

There's a servants' hall
with 10 rooms.

That's great.

It would make an exclusive
bed and breakfast place!

Good idea.

Antique furniture,
oriental rugs, old paintings

and the prettiest waitresses
in period costume.

-Or without...
-Hey, control yourself.

Beauty queens, anyway.

90, 60, 90 and also...

Make the arrangements
so they take us there.

I'll take care of it next week.

I have a medical exam
coming up this week.

I wanted to ask you,
if anything goes wrong

please look after my dog,
he's old...

-and tenderhearted.
-He's bitten me twice!

That's a token of love,
he bites me too when I go out.

I sit him on a chair by
the window and wave to him

so he knows I'll be back.
Old age is sad.

One shoud die young.

We muffed that chance,
we must stick it out now.

Easy for you to talk.

I cry when I hear a brass band.

I see those sad,
deserted doggie eyes.

I'd shoot myself
if it weren't for you.

In that case aim
at the heart to be sure.

Court pathologist
Mr. Jedlička's advice.

It's my old theatre relic.

What's wrong with you, anyway?

Kidneys, high blood
pressure, cataracts.

Lucky you!

I've got arythmia,
gall-bladder, prostate, bronchitis.

But it's all better
than having AIDS.

You're such a lucky
fellow, Fanda.

-Help me, please!
-Come on. -No!

Don't be scared, it's safe!

-Oh God... do something, sing!
-Don't be frightened.

I'll give you what for! When
I catch you I'll knock your teeth in!

Stop!

We'll ride up and down
until he cools off. Relax...

Sing something, quick!

Stop!

Calm down.
It's perfectly safe.

-What's all this?
-Hello Dad.

Well you see Květa...
actually Erna...

You see if we do move
to that Home,

Jára has to furnish
this room for Květa.

I've been there,
it's a very nice place.

You could move in
within two months.

-I am not moving out of here.
-We have to help them, Fanda.

No we don't.
I'd like my meal now.

Sorry.

Enjoy.

We just need to make
calm arrangements.

About what? I'm staying
here, in my apartment.

Jára bought us this place.

And today he brought me the thirty
thousand you were robbed of.

Good.

Because if you
hound me out of here,

you'll be needing that money, dear.

What...
Who's driving you out?

Where are you going?

-I don't feel well.
-What's wrong?

How mean of you
to sell me out like this.

This is Ed...

Mrs. Hánová...

Fanda...

Fanda...

He is dead.

Dead...

He came here
in an awful state, sat down

and suddenly collapsed.
He didn't regain consciousness.

I don't believe it.

Why didn't the doctor save him?
Why didn't he help him?

Mr. Stára?

She's arrived by taxi.

With your black suit.

By taxi.
Now we're in a pickle.

Look, a funeral van.

Go on ahead, Mum.
Watch your step.

I'm sorry, he fainted,
I thought he was dead.

He went dead white
and stopped breathing.

Don't cry, he's all right!
Everything is okay.

You said the doctor was here

but he couldn't help him.

I thought
I called the ambulance...

So was the doctor here
or wasn't he?

No.

Ed wanted to help me.

So that you'd realize
what you'd lose in him.

And he sort of overdid it a bit.

The taxi cost 500,
the coffin 3 000!

The fright nearly cost me my life!

And you're defending him?

You put him up to it!

You bastard! You liar!

You heartless brute!

This way...

I can't go on.
I refuse to live with him.

-So what's with the coffin?
-Take it away.

-That'll cost you.
-We'll settle it right now.

Hello Dad, hello Ed.

Dad!

Move in with me,

nobody'll bother you
and you can do as you like.

Emilie Hánová
and František Hána.

Plaintiff, please clarify
your petition for a divorce.

I made my statement
in writing

and have nothing to add.

How long have you been together?

For 44 years.

A long time. You went
through a lot together.

Good things and bad.

Is your marriage now
so seriously impaired

-that it cannot be saved?
-Yes.

Does the plaintiff's lawyer
have any questions?

Did your husband often
spend his whole pension

without contributing
to the household?

Yes.

Do you know what
he spent the money on?

-That varied.
-Give us some examples.

I asked him to visit
his father's grave in Kolín

and he returned a week
later from Karlsbad.

He lost his month's pension
and 4 000 at the Casino.

But he didn't go there to gamble,

he heard about
the lookout flights

and he always had longed to see
the world from bird's-eye-view.

But there was fog,

he had to wait for good weather

and he gambled the money
away out of boredom.

And he spent your savings
in expensive restaurants.

Is that so?

He had a poor childhood.

During the depression

his father split matches
in half to economize,

and as a boy he served beers
in a garden pub.

He wanted to see what
it's like to be rich.

Did you tolerate his behaviour?

No. But when I was mad

he brought me flowers

and I always forgave him.

Any more questions?

That will be all.

As opposing party,
do you have anything to say?

It's true,

the plaintiff always forgave me

but I didn't appreciate it.

You may sit down.

For the records...

Well?

-How's it going?
-Badly.

Witness Jaroslav Hána.

Just as an example.
Once mother persuaded him

to look after his
grandchildren for a while.

He took my two little girls
to a coffee house by taxi.

A smoky café...

A smoky café.
He ordered champagne,

they all became tipsy and he forgot
them on the Underground train.

But Dad's a very kind man,
he's fun and he's generous, but...

Incompetent...

Being so irresponsible,
he's just not fit for marriage.

Life with him really
is sheer martyrdom.

And everyday my mother
has to put up with it.

It's very hard for me
to have to say this.

Mother thought he'd
grow wise with age

but this last thing
was a very cruel trick

and mother realized
she can't stand more.

Can you describe this cruel trick?

He put his friend up to it...

Mr. Stára called mother that
Dad had died at his place.

-Do you wish to speak?
-Yes.

Out with it, Mum.

It was a terrible thing to do.

Devastating.

Although I admit
I took a stand against him

when our son - the witness -

wanted our flat
for his new family

and arranged to move
us to an old folks' home.

He refused. And for my
effort to help our son

he punished me so cruelly.

Me, who always forgave him

for all his nonsense
and crazy ideas.

Because I admired him for
being so different to me.

I'm a stick-in-the-mud
sort of person,

but he - the opposing party -
still has grand plans,

he's learning French,
studying maps,

he means to fly
round the world in a balloon.

And he refuses to admit

that our paths don't really
lead anywhere any more.

It's intolerable.

The older he gets, the crazier.

He doesn't go to funerals
or write condolence cards,

makes fun of death,

folds death announcements
into darts.

I still don't know

if he wants to be cremated!

He doesn't know the price of bread,

but follows
the dollar exchange rate.

When the dollar dropped
he bought me 8 000 as a gift.

He throws money about
and economizes -

by stealing
our neighbour's newspaper.

He returns it in time
but I'm on tenterhooks

he'll be caught at it.

When we took the train
to his dad's grave

he didn't buy any tickets,
the inspector caught us

but Fanda proudly paid
the fine and left him a tip!

The inspector burst into tears.

And when I tell him off
he says I'm right

and just goes on doing it.

I've been listening carefully.

I feel that in your own way
you still love your husband

despite his shortcomings.

Let me ask you again.

Are you fully convinced
of your incompatibility?

Please tell me, with your
whole heart and conscience.

-Do you insist on a divorce?
-No.

Even though I know
I'm going to be sorry.

You heard the plaintiff's decision.

Do you wish to say anything?

I want to state that I love my wife

and that I'll mend my ways.

Thank you.

-Nice, isn't it?
-Yes... nice.

Jára'll hew off the Vaňouses

and put up a golden inscription

The Hána Family.

We'll have a photo taken.
I want our photos on it.

-Isn't it beautiful?
-It's very nice here.

Don't smoke here, Fanda.
It's not fitting...

I don't want to keep on
harping at you, but...

No, that's all right.
Done.

No, I'd be so glad
if you stopped smoking.

All right.

If you mind that much.

It's not because of me,

smoking causes cancer.

Warns the Minister of Health.

Exactly. Please bring up
some water.

The tap's back there
by the morgue.

Here we'll keep what you
save by not smoking.

Have you finished all
the crosswords again?

The tobacconist said
they are difficult.

Some are, some aren't.

I'll take it.

Hello?

Mr. Stára,
please leave Fanda alone.

No. He does not want
to talk to you.

Why? What a question!

He was nearly divorced
because of you!

What?

You're going into hospital?

Yes. I'll tell him.

Goodbye.

That was Ed. He says
he's going into hospital.

Which one?

He didn't say.
Who knows if it's true.

He has high blood pressure
and his kidney's conked out.

You should try for
a crossword puzzle prize.

The tobacconist won a book
and once also 1 500 crowns.

Shall I do the dishes?

After supper.

Now grind the poppy-seed
and take your vitamins.

Isn't it wonderful being together
like this, with you helping me.

Yes. Wonderful.

Mařka from Brod has died!

Which Mařka?

My dad's step-brother's
son's wife.

I didn't know her.

Look at the cheap-looking
announcement.

-I don't care.
-About anything, I know.

Luckily it won't be up to you.

Here's everything ready
for when I die.

My death announcement,

the funerals phone number,

my clothes for the coffin,

the addresses where to send
the announcements.

The funeral music, flowers,

also your announcement,
so check it to see if you like it.

That'll be Jára.

Hello,
I'm Mr. Stára's neighbour.

-Yes?
-Can I speak to Mr. Hána?

Come in.

Thanks.
Come, Bobby!

I couldn't find you, pal.

Sure...

Got a cigarette?

A damn stupid trick.
I thought you're paralysed.

Only my right arm and right leg.

Not bad here, is it?

Fine.

That one pegged out,

that one's been moved
to a loony-bin.

He kept walking naked
into the nurses' room

demanding erotic massages.

So how are you doing?

I'm training...

for the wheelchair races.

But the damn thing...

keeps swerving to the left.

You'll have to go
to Ostrava on your own.

No, I'll wait for you.

Such a beautiful mansion

would be worth living for.

So let's buy it.
They might give us a discount.

My savings book
is in that drawer.

Take it.

Good idea,

we'll borrow the rest.

I hope it's enough for my funeral.

To hell with that.

I'm packing it in, Fanda.

Should we never meet again,

it's been wonderful...

Stop it, stupid.

Listen to this,

there's a young
nurse who does me...

but light up for this story.

I don't smoke any more.

It's gone too fast.

I meant to visit Dad's birthplace.

I kept putting it off.

-I'll take you there.
-Take me back to bed.

Life isn't worth a shit
and it won't get better.

You mustn't give up.

Your dog's waiting.

God! I can't even
take a piss on my own!

Hello, Mr.Hána. Will you wait
outside for me, Dad?

I wanted to say goodbye
but you were out.

I'm moving to my mother's
in Kopeň.

-Copenhagen?
-Not that far.

Thanks for everything.

It's pure hell at home.
I don't sleep at all.

Don't mention it today.

-Hello Dad.
-Grandpa!

We've got visitors!

Which one are you?

-Karolína?
-No, Markéta!

We're going to move here.

Be quiet, girls!
Sorry, Dad.

The two women keep gassing
about it in front of them.

I'm not angry.

I'll have to check out
the Home for senior citizens.

-You don't want to go, do you?
-Yes I do.

You look like you're
going to your execution.

Come on...

The train's in.

Listen...

I don't want you forced into this.

I'd like to see it.
If we're to move there.

You said you would never move.

The situation was different then.

Come, let's go home.

We missed it anyway.

Fanda! I've lost a shoe!

Here...

hold me up...

Your coffee.

Thanks.

-You fell asleep again.
-No.

Yes! It's getting worse!

You snore away all day
or sit hunched up

by the window like
that poor man downstairs.

You don't talk,
don't smoke, don't drink,

don't sing, don't quarrel.

I can't stand it any more!

-I wanted to please you.
-Please me?

What happened to you?

I married a cheerful man
with crazy ideas,

with whom I laughed

and argued all day

and nowadays you sit here
like a living corpse,

like some dope who doesn't
care that I'm unhappy.

That I can't
and won't live like this!

Mr. Stára?

Forgive me for bothering you,

I need your advice.
It's about Fanda.

You've got to help me.
He's terribly unhappy.

And I don't know what to do.

-Where are you going?
-We're are going to Ostrava.

-What for?
-To buy a mansion.

Go and get ready.

Wait... It's not that simple.

It's all arranged.
Ed gave me instructions.

Who did you say you are?

The wife of an honorary
member of the Metropolitan

who is returning
to his native country.

Is the agent going too?

The owner's representative
awaits us at the mansion.

What did Ed say? How is he?

Poor man,
he's going into a hospice.

I said we'd come and tell
him about the outcome.

I'll take it.

Hello?

Yeah, sure...
I do understand...

How can you say
I'm not supportive?

But the situation has changed.

You have everything, Jára.

Money, a job, your youth -
and you have time.

We don't have time.
Sorry, I'm in a hurry.

No, it's you who
complicated things, dear.

You shouldn't have gone
after all those women.

That's all. 'Bye for now.

Hurry up!

He's not there!

He sat there dead for three
days and nobody noticed.

He was dead even
when he was alive.

-Come on.
-It's going to be a lovely day!

Come on, then.

Look, the trees are in bloom!

I feel good.

Aren't you well?

I'm terrified to death.

Don't worry, you only feel
that way the first time.

Let's hope I survive this.

-Turn round and drive back.
-Yes, sir.

Very shabby.
I'm not taking it.

What's happening?

Nothing.

The place is small and neglected.

I don't think you'd like it here.