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Central Film Distribution Prague presents

The Most Beautiful Age

Story and Screenplay Jaroslav Papousek

Script Editor Vaclav Sasek

Starring

Assistant Director Milan Kadlec

Script - Helena Pokorna 2nd Camera - Ivan Vojnar

Unit Managers Lumila Tikovska, Frantisek Jadernik

Assistant Production Manager Milan Stech

Makeup - Rudolf Hammer Set Decoration - Josef Calta

Costumes Magdalena Lautnerova

Art Direction

Music - Karel Mares Rudolf Rokl Quartet

Sound

Editing

Production

Cinematography

Direction

Mr. Hanzlik, you should take off your glasses.

- Yes. - They want to see your eyes.

- What are you telling him? - It's the truth.

What truth?

- I've got blue eyes. - We don't care.

- Worst thing is, there are too many of us. - Yes.

It depends on the assistant, who he'll choose.

Excuse me, ma'am, what if I put them on?

It's risky.

They don't want one with glasses.

That's a beautiful mare. Wonderful.

What mare?

It's a stallion. Just have a look.

That's where it is, men.

- It's all in that. - It must be a hell of a job

- to tie his tail like that. - The tail isn't the only thing.

- That body, the energy. - There's a stallion in Chuchli.

- Silver. - Yes, Silver.

Silver. I was a stallion once.

And if no woman ever told you that

- then you don't know women. - I know women.

It depends on the type. I was called a tomcat.

- You were rich. - They took everything from me.

- You know, that's what women do. - Not women, they took it.

They, they... Who they? We took it away from you.

- And what do you have from it? - I've been unlucky with women.

- I was only searching for soul. - Soul.

I thought you were searching for something else.

So you're searching for soul.

But if you shaved, you would be handsome.

- Not at all, ma'am. - Won't you try it?

- Try it. - Not a chance.

I'm done with women. Women, no way.

- Just try it. - Only Rusalka.

Rusalka? I love her.

Listen, gentlemen, why won't you stop?

- After all, we're all people here, aren't we? - People?

- Pensioners. - Pensioners are people too.

- Aren't pensioners people? - Don't talk like that.

Pensioners are people too, no? I think all of us are people.

- Good day. - Greetings, Mr. Assistant.

Please, not all at once. Wait, everything will come.

- Back a bit, so I can see you. - Mr. Assistant...

Wait, just a minute.

I must have a look. I can't do it like this.

Professor, telephone.

Hey wait, do you know this?

I'll sing it, and then you join me, ok?

- It's difficult. - Just try, it's easy.

If five people sing at once and everybody sings badly,

then it's fantastic. Sing.

Mr. Hanzlik, you wouldn't like this, am I right?

You see, they didn't need me in Barrandov, but you need me here.

- Sure. - We like you very much, don't we?

- Of course. - What would we do without you?

But nobody needs us. Who needs sculptors these days?

- You're our man. - People buy a miniature.

But they won't buy a proper statue.

Ms. Zuzana, gentlemen, what do you think, does this moustache fit me?

- Of course, it's beautiful! - Kiss, Zuzana!

- I like you very much. - Cheers.

Bottoms up, Mr. Hanzlik. Wait!

Just a little bit...

There it is.

- Professor, telephone. - Ok.

Damn, Hanzlik!

Don't shout at him, he's quite cute when he's sleeping like that.

Cute? Like hell. He snores like a tiger roaring.

- Hey! - It's morning already.

No way, man, he's listening to Rusalka again.

Damn it.

- Good morning. - Good morning, Mr. Rehka.

- We already greeted this morning. - But then you fell asleep again.

I didn't fall asleep, I didn't allow myself to.

- You were asleep. - I was just listening.

- Rusalka, am I right? - Yes. You know me well.

If you don't sleep, you'll get a head.

- I was just listening. - One from the supply.

That's it, Mr. Hanzlik, a head.

But you can't listen, even to Rusalka.

- You will withstand it. - It's easy.

You'll have a nice head. You can show it.

- Deal, from now on, ok? - Ok.

You won't listen, even to Rusalka

- and you'll get a nice head. - Deal.

Goddamn, who broke it again? What a mess!

Hey, who had the pump last?

- Who had the pump last? - Not me.

It was good and now it's broken. Don't you know anything about it?

- Why are you telling me? - You certainly broke it.

What a mess....

- So learn how to splash with this. - I don't know how.

Hey.

Yuk.

So learn how to do it. Instead of me.

See, you know that better.

More.

- Mr. Hanzlik, what don't you like about it? - Wait.

- What don't you like about it? - It's so quick, Mr. Cech.

It's so quick. Not so long ago, I was young like you.

In the mirror, a man doesn't perceive it that way.

But in your statue, I can see how is death is preparing me.

That's just it, Mr. Hanzlik. It's not finished.

I must work on it yet. What if you sit for a while?

Wait, I'll turn it for you.

Careful.

Good.

- Are you sitting well? - Yes, I am.

Old age, it's so quick, Mr. Cech.

I wish I was as young as you. That's the most beautiful age.

- The most beautiful? The worst. - The worst? The most beautiful.

- What do you mean? The worst. - No, no, the most beautiful.

- The worst. - The most beautiful.

It's true that every jerk yanks us.

When you're thirty-five, you can do whatever you want.

Mr. Hanzlik!

Mr. Hanzlik!

- What do you have against work? - Go first, demonstrate.

- You go first. - Stop, I'll fall.

- You're a provocateur. - See how he rushes into the work.

- I'll go. - He still babbles.

- As usual. - And what about you?

I've got enough time.

- Don't be mad, we'll wait a while. - We said, the work is beautiful.

- Are you mad? - The work is beautiful, shut up.

- Don't be silly. - Leave it like this.

- Now you have it turned. - It was only a moment.

- Damn, leave it. - You shut up.

We don't work in swimsuits here.

Nudity, it's... beautiful.

You must decide for yourself.

How did you get the idea to come here?

I was scared... You know, professor,

I was scared that I'd become

a housewife.

Good afternoon.

Hi.

How it's going?

Good.

He doesn't react to that, it's useless.

As you can see.

Do you have a girl, Rehka?

No, I don't.

Pick it up. Lend me the skull.

Heck, I wanted the skull.

Sculptors, sculptors.

- What are you looking for? - The skull.

Hules, yesterday I put it right under your nose.

Here it is.

I put it under your nose yesterday, and today you put it under your hat.

I didn't put it there.

I always tell them. But they're the experts.

For them, it's nothing. They hide it under a hat, or wherever.

- I didn't put it there. - That's not the point. Hules, look here.

Here on this box, this vault, for the protection of the brain.

And here is the eye protection,

- that, that... - Cornice.

Yes, cornice, which has its, hmm, hmm... logic.

And how the bones cross each other, how they support themselves.

That's the beauty of it.

There isn't a more beautiful sculpture than a skull.

Everything is logical about it.

Consistent. Please.

You must also observe it in the portrait.

Do you see?

The skull shines next to it.

This is bad, Hules.

It's Rehka's head.

And?

Hules, Hules, even he has a skull.

It's a beautiful skull.

You're formed by life, him by death.

That's how it is, sculptors.

Hules, come and see.

That skull is in here.

Damn, sculptors, do you see how the skull makes itself felt?

Your heads are poor...

Jesus Christ, I can't believe how he's snoring.

- Professor, telephone! - I'm coming.

So, sculptors... Tomorrow you take them to the gallery.

And you will study all the heads carefully. That's it.

Afternoon!

Go to hell with that knocking, I can't stand it.

It makes no sense.

No, we've already been there, we're going that way.

I told you, you won't see a thing.

A crucifix.

That's a crucifix.

I told you, you won't see a thing.

You won't see a thing here.

How is it you didn't know that it's closed?

You can't go here.

- We come here. - If you come in here...

- Okay. What's in that? - In that?

Yes.

So what is it?

- A bent woman. - The head will be there.

It's clear that it's Stursa. But what statue is it?

Gentlemen, this is awful. You come here to study

but you don't know what it is.

It's a girl washing her breast. Well, just, you know.

- No, it's a girl washing her hair. - But no, it's... - But it is!

I've been here recently, I saw it.

Nope, it's a girl washing her hair.

Curled up, curled up.

A girl washing her breast, not hair, you're wrong.

The gentlemen must know. Washing her hair.

- You're confusing it with something. - No.

- So what is it? - A girl washing her breast.

- A girl washing her hair. - I finally found you.

Hello, Mr. Hanzlik.

- I searched for you a long time. - And what did you want with us?

I thought you didn't need me.

I don't need you, you need me.

Isn't that Vomacka?

No. Why?

And why didn't he salute?

Don't worry.

I like dogs.

We don't have yogurt. Go home and ask your mother.

- Hello. - Hello, Miss?

Hello, Mr. Hanzlik, how are you?

- Good, thanks. - Is it raining outside?

Just a little.

- Damn! - What do you do?

Bastards.

Remember, you won't make a housewife of me.

Jesus, why I can't have peace!

Because you have the moustache.

Without it, you would be a pretty nice actor.

Hardly.

I've worn it since

I entered the army as a private in the 28th Infantry Regiment.

- But it suits him. - He'd look younger without it.

- He's used to it, let him be. - We'll do something about it, right?

- Well, I don't know, hardly. - And how can I help you?

- I'd like three bottles of wine. - Please.

Bravo!

- Wow! - Mr. Hanzlik, put on Rusalka.

- This is it! - Long live Mr. Hanzlik!

Long live Mr. Hanzlik! Long live Mr. Hanzlik!

- The time will come, and the stallion is dead. - Of course.

He always had it. I used to be a stallion...

Actually no, he wasn't a stallion.

- Strange he doesn't laugh out loud. - I'd rather talk about women.

- So come on, talk about women. - And death isn't a woman?

The dead know nothing.

- Who knows nothing? - Parizek, yesterday.

- Gosh, Parizek. - Joe. - Joe?

I'll tell you something. He never was a stallion.

Gentlemen, if someone is truly a stallion,

then he keeps it to himself and doesn't tell anyone.

I personally still... and I don't say anything to anybody.

- Don't tell us. - Drink a raw egg.

- I don't care anymore. - I'm glad I got it from my head.

Relax gentlemen, he's exaggerating.

- People are different. - But it's possible.

- Those eggs must be raw? - It's essential.

I don't take it well.

Impossible.

If at least the egg white could be cooked.

No, the egg must be raw.

- It must be this way. - I'm telling you

- that the egg must be raw. - But it'll be my death.

Death? Beautiful life. I have a woman twenty years younger.

And you would see.

Assistant, good day.

Gentlemen, today you have to wait because the painters,

- because we won't need you. - But how?

- Why? - Well, why.

We're studying the nude.

I come here so many times, and you always say next time.

How can I do it?

- Is this school or what? - I can't do anything about it.

They undress a girl there and call it studying.

I tell you, drink raw eggs.

Look, this is how bikinis came about.

It's strange, when a man is shy, it's...

But a woman is always beautiful when ashamed.

Do you know what's so wonderful about that pose?

Well?

Well, both hands are busy,

she really can do nothing in her defense.

And it's a real challenge.

There is actually a feminine nature, in that...

...pose.

You know, when a woman stands like that in a guy's life,

everybody is in a hurry to take off those hands.

This is actually the pose created by nature.

But if he doesn't hurry, and just looks...

...long, watching...

he would see that the woman suddenly turns into a hen.

- What, professor, a hen? - Yes, professor.

You said it correctly, women are hens.

Mr. Doubrava, what are guys then?

- They are normal cocks! - Sculptors, stop clucking!

Susie is an exception. She doesn't need that pose for protection.

Susie is the exception that proves the rule.

Chickie, chickie... Chickie, chickie...

A hen.

Mrs. Vranova, I wonder how you can leave him like that.

Well, when you're not working, I can comfort Roman.

So, sculptors, it's a beautiful pose, so come on.

It's a nice position. But that clay, damn.

That's it, Mr. Doubrava.

Guys, here's the clay, today's last load, I'm going home.

A small one for me.

- Roman, Roman. - Roman, please.

- Don't cry. - Roman will cry romances for us.

His teeth are growing, he needs to nurse.

It's pointless.

- What, doesn't it make you sleepy? - Go to hell.

- Roman, I will tear your head. - Or hand.

Roman, we will break off your feet, stop.

- Or we'll tear you apart, Roman. - May I see him?

Do something with him, so he stops crying.

- That's enough crying for a day. - What is it?

Do you have wet pants, huh? You don't have wet pants.

Well...

Well...

Does your tooth hurt?

Yes?

- Well? - He's beautiful, may I hold him?

Sure, hold him, but please, be careful.

Come here, come here to aunt, you little, come here.

Such a beautiful little rump.

Want it? This is a skeleton. Want a skeleton?

What is it? It's not a rattle, is it, Roman?

- Watch... - Roman, behave.

It's for us, to know what bones your mother has in her body.

- Roman, behave. - Mother is angry.

But I won't give you to your mum, I'll keep Roman for myself.

Yikes! Wow, Roman, not this.

You're a little piggy. I'll put you in the pram for that.

How could you piss on aunt?

Look what he did.

Watch out!

Professor, telephone!

Roman, don't cry, sweetheart.

It hurts mother when you cry.

It hurts mother very much. Will you come to your mother?

Come to Mama. Mommy will nurse you.

Well, hold you.

Look, what tears our little boy has.

- What do you see? - Nothing yet.

Do you see anything?

- See anything? - A leg.

Look, here are little fingers.

Mommy has...

They didn't make them nice, we forgive them, right?

They're new to it. Do you forgive them?

Do you forgive them? Yes?

Will you forgive? Well?

Will you forgive them for making mommy ugly?

Is that how big you are? How big is mother?

Let me see. What is it?

Come on. Jesus, look at the ass they made for your mommy.

Look at the bottom they made for mommy.

Look at it Roman, look.

Do you see it? It can't be like that.

Wait for your mother, ok?

Wait for mommy...

Don't worry, mom will come soon, ok?

That's not my ass.

Roman!

I'm coming.

Already coming out.

Jesus!

Well, it wasn't a big foot.

- Looks like a forty-two. - At most.

Well, it was her husband.

- Shit. - Yeah, definitely her husband.

He was upset by it.

Where were you?

Well, let's go.

Well, sculptors.

Hules, Hules, Hules.

This is Rehka's, mine is there.

Rehka, do you have a girl?

- No, I don't. - Professor, telephone!

Yes.

What upset him so much?

- I think he needs a girlfriend. - We didn't do so bad, right?

Tell her husband.

Could our old man do this?

It must have been her guy.

I want to enjoy life! You can't force me into anything else!

The most beautiful years are gone, and what have I enjoyed?

You can't even fix the cabinet. Don't scream, Roman!

You won't run around naked, you so-called mother!

I'm the so-called mother? You're all so-called!

You're... Damn! You and this ball, it's insane.

If you're wondering, it's a modern lamp.

State of the art, right?

Hey.

You know why I married you?

- Because you had to. - Because I thought

- you were an angel! - Go drown yourself please.

Lado...

I'll show you how I stood there, ok?

I mean, I... It's as if panties and bra are...

I'll show you, ok?

Look.

I stood there like this.

If I stood there like that, I wouldn't say anything.

Who told you to wear swimwear? What do you think with? This?

Well, tell me, what should I do with you? Well?

Well? Tell me!

- What? Tell me! - Love me.

Tails.

Heads.

Heads, heads...

Heads!

You have it kind of flat around the chest.

She's not coming, buddy.

- You don't know. - Wrap it up and come play.

You know what I like?

This.

This how he stomped on her, buddy.

- Anyhow, she won't come. - You don't know, maybe she'll come.

I also say she won't come.

- It's almost nine o'clock. - Sure, come play.

It's a sure thing she won't come.

Jesus.

You know what I like? How beautifully he stomped on her.

You would have stomped too.

But she still won't come.

- It's nine o'clock. - Why wouldn't she come?

It's her.

- It's not. - It is.

I bet it's not.

- See, it's not her. - Good afternoon.

- Good morning. - Good afternoon.

What is it, madam?

It'll be some business.

- Hey, Mr. Hanzlik. What's he doing? - He's naughty.

Naughty, naughty. He's a doubting Thomas.

I don't think so.

Gentlemen, I beg you, please remove that moustache.

Oh my god.

- Hey, the moon is already coming! - It's a horse.

- It's a stallion. - But here comes the Commander!

Ha!

Comrade Commander, you saw me in the clover?

- No. - When I hid from you

- you were inspecting the place. - What did you do in that clover?

I didn't see you, soldier, you'll have to explain to me!

- Well... - Sing instead.

Soldiers are friends for eternity. Josef Mrazek Horicky.

When you apply to become a model,

you must have an understanding and relation to poetry.

I see.

- You must have soul. - Soul?

- And a body? - That too

- but soul is also important. - Yeah.

That is, when someone takes you to become a model,

it's not only for your character, but for your physiognomy too.

What's worse, there's too many of us.

- Why do you say that to me? - Because it applies to you.

Yeah, but we're pensioners, we're needed more.

This applies to all of you, you mannequins.

- Excuse me, all of us? - Fine art requires more!

- We're staying here anyway! - Art modeling is just for me.

- You? - Yes, if you don't understand

- then get out. - Who would you throw out, man?

Get out!

You can do many things, you're in the most beautiful age.

Most beautiful age?

A man looks like a man and is worth a shit.

It depends on how a man feels.

You're thirty or retired. That's the only solution.

- That's not it. - He should be glad he's no pensioner.

- I already want to be. - You're too young for that.

You can do something else. We need it, we're pensioners.

You have enough time for that. So don't bother and go home.

- I come twenty times, still nothing. - This kid will be chosen for sure.

- Excuse me, but kid? - Forgive me, you aren't a kid

but a sturdy young man, so you can do something else.

You can do everything.

Hoho! But not modeling.

Well what?

Remember that.

- Boo. - Model-artist forever.

Josef Mrazek Horicky.

Well, well, well. And what can you do?

I can do everything.

- Do you understand music? - Music? Of course.

You see, I'm an artist.

Please.

Joey, don't be silly.

- Hurrah. - Too nice, Mr. Vosta.

- So I really have to... - Yeah.

So I'll try. But won't it be stupid?

Mr. Vosta, Chelsea shoots a goal. Hooray!

- Well, I'm United fan. - Yes, Mr. Vosta, United.

- What are you saying? Chelsea. - Wait, wait...

Jesus. Mr. Vosta, United shoots a goal.

- Hooray! - Ugh!

Those amateurs aren't able to shoot a goal.

Mr. Vosta, scream like United just shot a goal.

- Goal! - That's it. But louder.

- Hooray! - Well, good.

And now you.

So now me, yeah?

- And isn't it stupid? - Enough.

Hooray!

- Hooray! - Louder.

- Once again, Mr. Vosta. - Again so loud?

- Mouth wide open. - Big.

- Try it. - Couldn't we do it without the roar?

I would just open my mouth.

Look!

No, no, you have to shout, Mr... Vosta.

- Really yell, don't be afraid. - Well...

Just opening the mouth looks like at the dentist.

When you shout, the face gets the right expression.

The sculptors will try to capture that expression.

Do you understand?

It can be very interesting work, sculptors.

- Do you feel like doing it? - Yeah.

But it's not fun, gentlemen.

It will be difficult, you haven't done this yet.

Head in action.

But it can be wonderful, that bandage.

- Nicely around... - That skull...

...beautifully striped, roaring...

...jaw, pardon me, Mr. Vosta.

- Well, go ahead, sculptors. - And no kidding, do a real job.

You can enjoy that. In short, your heads must scream!

Professor!

Telephone?

Professor, I come to apologize.

You know, my husband has no sense for art.

- But he went to the assembly again. - Oh.

So you return.

Oh yeah.

But there's a problem now. The sculptors already have a plan.

A beautiful plan.

- What about the husband? Not... - No, no.

But we've separated mentally.

- Put your hand like this... - This is a beautiful...

Wait a minute, I'll put that head there.

Well, look.

- We have... - Wait.

- This is not an idea. - But it's an idea.

Well, now it is.

Wait, wait...

- It'll be an idea. - The mouth should remain open.

Well, like this, ok? Hat...

- Well, that's it. - Oh, good.

Mr. Vosta, you have an idea here.

- He snores. - Wake him up. Stop snoring, Vosta!

- Mr. Vosta! - Mr. Hanzlik!

Mr. Hanzlik! Mr. Vosta, come over here.

Ok.

You have an idea here.

Idea. Holy idea.

- I'd like to be your age. - Sure. We'd like to be yours.

- It would be a mistake. - You have a guaranteed existence.

- Idea behind. - Existence, so what.

Hooray!

Don't tell me, come on, it's here.

- It's not here. - It is, the Academy of Fine Arts.

Hooray!

- Miss, where is the doorman? - I don't know.

- Please, where can we find Vosta? - Vosta?

- Is he a sculptor, or painter? - Coalman.

So probably in the basement, right?

Hooray!

Kid, we're looking for Vosta, do you know where he is?

Painter Vosta? Not painter. Coalman.

Look in the cellar.

Hooray!

Hooray! Hooray!

Jesus, my mouth hurts. Gentlemen, we must already be near Berlin.

- What? - Where are you?

- Where? - Here!

That's not him. Sorry.

Hey guys, what are you doing here?

Come here.

We looked for you like idiots.

Well what is it?

Jesus, I'm stupid.

Want to look, boys?

- Hey, can they look? - Let them look. - Yeah.

- It's perfect. - When it's finished.

It's flawless.

Yeah, Jindra, it's like your jaw.

You're stupid.

Did you hear that?

- Yes! - What?

Well, you're like at the dentist, right?

Don't be silly. This is a wounded fighter yelling, isn't it?

Well.

It's yelling for help, right?

Are you stupid? I shout hurray, no?

My jaw hurts.

Yeah, hooray.

- And why? - Why?

I'm a fighter, right?

Here I am sitting on the chair and I shout hurray.

Hooray!

And they turn me.

Turn me!

It's nice, Jindra.

Let me try it too, Jindra.

Come on.

Jindra, turn me.

- Give me a break. - Ado, turn me.

Spin, spin.

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

- Here we go! - Yay! Hooray!

Jesus, gentlemen!

Miss, have you seen two coalmen here?

- Here! - But where, here?

Gentlemen, what age is this.

Man!

It may be trite, gentlemen, but it's the truth,

when someone says, "she has bone structure".

Everybody says bone structure but thinks about the body.

- About meat. - Don't you like meat? - I do.

But tell me, is this a woman or a man?

Well, it's hard to say.

- Therefore, meat is important. - Gentlemen, I'm looking for you.

- Come here. - What is it? - Come here.

- What is it, woman or man? - Gentlemen, we must work.

Mr. Doubrava, you have a call.

I'm going to the sculptors, if someone asks.

- Hello. - Hello.

What's this supposed to mean?

Sculptors, sculptors, I'd like to have your concerns.

Jeez, let me explain.

I'm doing a wounded fighter, I shout hurray all the time,

and they sculpt me at the academy.

I don't like it.

Why would they want to sculpt a fighter with your appearance?

Gosh, they like me as a model.

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

God, you're stupid, why do you keep screaming hooray?

Why don't you scream for help when you're hurt?

Hooray, hooray...

Daddy!

Daddy!

No... It hurts, no...

Hooray...

- What are you still doing here? - He...

- Let's eat, man! - ...lp.

- The food is already on the table. - I'm massaging myself.

Dad, what were you thinking in the bathroom?

- Want me to take a bath with you? - Now after eating, when I read

- you're interested in the bathtub. - Because I know what you wanted.

You saw naked women there, right?

Some shameless women. A fighter.

Don't tell me you think they model a fighter after you.

- Please let me read a moment. - Why did you want to go in the tub?

- Please, go hang the laundry. - You did just like that!

- Why don't the girls do that? - That's how you brought them up.

- You raised them. - I didn't raise them.

- Me neither. - Someone had to bring them up.

I'll beat them so you won't recognize them!

Good evening.

- Have you seen the girls? - No. Why?

Jesus.

- Gosh, I'll get them. - Are you alright?

What do I know?

- What is it with you, lady? - Jesus...

- What are you doing? - Please undo me.

Something is burning me.

- It's... - Miss, there isn't anything.

- There must be something. - You don't have anything there.

- This is awful. There, there... - You don't have anything there.

- Ow, there... - There's nothing.

Here... Jesus... No, no...

- You don't have anything there. - There must be something!

- Find it! - There's nothing.

I mean, I feel it! Ouch! Here it burns...

- Good. - And what was that, lady?

- I don't know, but it doesn't burn. - Me neither.

Well, what could it be? Something bit you?

- What could bite me now? - I did what I could.

- It's embarrassing, but can you button it? - Well, of course.

- Careful. - Good, now you have it...

You're nice.

- Girls! - Dad, please!

- Forget it, Mr. Hanzlik. - I won't.

After all, it might be my last victory in life.

You'll still keep winning.

I'm a bad fighter, Mr. Cech.

I'm a bad fighter.

- We have a warrior here now. - Yes?

- He's a coalman, you know. - Yes.

- He's sick, so he poses for us. - Yes.

You know, still so much work.

- Can I look at it? - It's not finished yet

- but the moustache will be there. - You know, I'm curious.

Please.

Especially since you let Mrs. Kulhankova go.

- So, what do you think? - Victory is ours.

Hooray!

Hooray!

- Mr. Vosta. - Hooray!

- More. - What did you do last night?

- Yeah, what did you do last night? - Hooray!

- You made "hooray" last night? - Hooray!

Hooray!

- Properly, Mr. Vosta. - Hooray!

Hooray!

This is how you open it.

- Rehka, do you have a girl? - No.

Be happy.

Gentlemen, today I'm going to drink like a bull.

How, why?

- What happened? - Shit.

- Hello. - Hi, Alice.

You're a good girl.

- You're going for a beer? - Yes.

- Dad's going to dinner? - Yes.

- Then tell him hello. - Ok.

- Ado said you're at the dentist. - Ado is a freak.

- You said he called for help there. - Don't argue, don't be idiots.

- Vrato! - Remember, Alice.

You don't know, right? Just leave the pitcher here,

- and ask how much, ok? - Yes. And goodbye.

- Goodbye. What do you want? - Give us a round.

Liter and a half...

- Hi, Alice. - Liter and a half...

- You're going for a beer? - Liter and a half...

Where's your pitcher?

Liter and a half... I'll take it in the jug.

How will we do it?

Alice, let mum write on a paper and then come, ok?

Yes. And goodbye.

Guys, you know her mother? There's a woman.

She's from a fairy tale, a beautiful woman, I mean.

- The girl will be the same. - A dream, a wonderful woman.

- Which one is it? - This one.

- This is... - Well, she's a wonderful woman.

- Liter and a half. - You see, Alice, liter and a half.

Good day.

- That's the girl? - See how she greets?

Alice, that's the girl.

- See how embarrassed she is. - It's a fact.

She did this with her eyes.

- Well, she's a child. - She learns.

- Those eyes, turning and winking. - She learns. You said it well.

Learns about adulthood.

- You'll see in a couple years. - She won't be ashamed.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye, Alice.

Look, guys, it's night and there's the nude.

Evening show.

Well, it's too far, man.

Damn, wait, damn...

- Come on. - Wait.

- Don't make noise. - Give me a break.

Ouch, ouch...

Turn your leg.

- I'll get there too, right? - Wait a minute.

Come, come.

Wait, don't go, help me.

- Come on. - But I can't with the hand.

- Hey, grab me. - This way, you stupid.

Jindra, you're fat. Really man, come on.

- You're fat as a pig and you... - I can't with the hand.

- Grab the... - Don't shout. - Wait, let go.

Man, so much work with you.

- If my wife saw me, I'd be dead. - Go to hell with your wife.

- Now you're thinking of your wife, idiot. - Wait...

- Ado, climb here. - I'll help you.

I mean, I can't with that...

You can't, man... It's hard to go somewhere with you...

Next time take us somewhere.

- Come on, Ado. - Wait...

Grab one of his legs.

Jesus, you're a jerk.

- Come on! - Jesus.

- Well, grab there... - You're like a sack of shit.

- Don't be stupid, I can't get in there. - Let me go.

You take us somewhere and then...

Come on, quietly.

If I had my hand, man...

You won't leave me here, guys?

- Shut up. - What should we do with you?

Guys, don't be silly. Guys! You fucking bastards.

You bastards.

You're assholes, I could tell.

Fuck that. You're bastards, I'm telling you.

Are you covering yourself?

- I'm covering. - Shh!

But even this isn't it, we should see her whole.

Holy shit. Stupid bastards.

Bitches.

- Do you see anything? - No, I need to bend. Bend me.

- You're a kid, come on down. - Don't be stupid.

Climb on top. Come on.

So pull up. Come on.

Look out. Do you see anything?

- It's skewed, I don't see a thing. - Come on down.

- Hold me. - Shh!

Listen man.

- Go like this... - With you it's such...

Look. Do you see it? Lean a little bit.

Even more.

Please, go to hell, you take me somewhere...

- Fuck it. - You take me somewhere...

I took you? Who started this?

- You're still saying I'm a kid. - Well, aren't you?

- Can you climb there? You can't. - I can, but you can't.

So get out there. At least tell me what you see.

I'll look there once more, higher. Watch out, don't let me fall.

Good evening, gentlemen. What is it?

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Hey, sex freaks.

- They're some old men. - What is it, gentlemen?

Perverts!

- Tempo, tempo, perverts! - They probably need a girlfriend.

Guys,if we were thirty, we'd show those women.

Nope. I'd go on a trip. To the world, right?

- Where would you go? - Maybe the Pyrenees.

Or the Dardanelles. A man is no longer able to climb a fence.

It's either thirty or retirement.

This isn't it, this is the worst age.

Well, let's see what you got?

Well, fine, I'll tell you. You've got an eye.

Never mind. At least the eye saw something, right?

- This is the other one. - That too. Both saw something.

- This piece is worth it, right? - Wow... - It was a woman.

- Really, it was a woman. - You won't find one like that every day.

Jindra, it was a great evening.

- Really nice. - I have no words.

It's because we're together, boys. What a night we had, right?

Anyway, it was perfect, nobody can say otherwise.

Really cool.

- Should I write it? - Yeah.

Twenty-eighth, Franta.

I'm telling you, if there were no women, huh?

We'd enjoy our evenings together, right, Franta?

- Jindra, I have no words. - But Franta, why?

- It was a great evening. - I know it was great

- but I have no words, forgive me. - Yeah, you don't have words

but I'll tell it, I got them. It was a great evening.

If he has no words, he has no words. It can't be helped.

But why? It was a great evening.

Hello.

Pub, small pub...

You hear, Ado, you hear?

Fanda's song.

You took my youth

You were meant for me

Midnight when the night watchman whistles

I'll have the last beer

Then I won't be sad anymore

Even if I'm alone.

You're drunk! This is how you come home?

Who will treat you tomorrow, when you're sick?

- Drunken fool! - Pic!

- Stop! - Daddy, please!

Go away! Girls, go to bed!

- Pic! - And you stop!

- Pic! - You'll wake up the whole building!

You pic, pic! I give you the pic!

- You drunken killer! - Pic!

I like it! I like it!

He has a young body, I have a young spirit.

We are both young men and all of you are old men.

I strike the bars with spirit, and he strikes with the body!

And we'll break the grid!

- Good morning, Mr. Assistant. - Greetings, boys.

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