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521 B.C.

There was no man,

among the Persians, or the Medes, or in our own dynasty

able to remove Gaumata, the Magian, from power.

People feared him exceedingly

for he had killed many.

There was no one

who would dare to speak against Gaumata, the Magian.

Can all members of congress please return back to the boardroom,

so that the meeting can proceed. Thank you.

Hello.

Who is this?

For a drink? Now? Definitely not a good time. I'm on my way home.

Hotel Jantár? Don't know it. Where is it?

Look, this is a misunderstanding. I don't know any Evelyn.

It's good of you to come, Congressman, we'll have a chat about your future.

-Wagner. -I know.

-You do? What else do you know? -Everybody knows you.

Your name is heard in high places.

We Slovaks are terribly envious people.

Your colleagues screwed you over, haven't they?

You mean nothing to them. Is that what your party does to its members?

Tell me, how is one to earn when they don't let you in?

You're useful to them because of your image, fucking commies.

No real lefties.

They're fucking communists. Have they never heard of gratitude?

We can be friends.

Bobo, I'll be honest with you,

as you should be with me. Do you need them at all?

Set up your own party.

There'll be no problem with money. Don't worry about that.

I can raise money myself. I promised my daughter a bedtime story.

Have you got a photo?

She's sweet. No photo of the wife, eh?

We'll be in touch. One day this might be on the table but not right now.

Come on. Let me show you around.

I get it delivered from France. Nobody else here has it.

-It's damn expensive. -Who'd even buy it around here?

Who would be buying it? It's just for us.

-Have you got a coke? -Fuck off!

I mean it, just a coke.

This is my man cave, a gentlemen's club.

A refuge from the world, A place where I and my friends can hide.

For anyone who needs a bit of peace and quiet.

No phones ringing. It's great.

Come on in.

You know Bobo, right? Don't tell me you don't.

Bobo, Ňuňu. A great guy.

What happens in this room stays in this room.

-Are you fucking kidding me? -Why?

Was she any good?

You want it?

You can watch it at home with your wife.

Evelyn.

She just turned 14, right?

She is underage.

-What's the matter with you? -Breathe Bobo, breathe.

-Everything will be fine soon. -What the fuck do you want from me?

I want to help you.

I'll make sure you win the elections. Let me help you.

They'll lock me up, I'll get a minimum of 15 years.

I have a small kid at home, for fucks sake!

Why should they lock you up?

Accept advice. Accept help.

You'll be Prime Minister. You'll have a nice flat...

-Fuck you! -..a proper car.

I can even get you a new heart transplant, from a bike accident.

And when you feel down you'll come here to relax.

I'll sort out a jacuzzi and a sauna here. I'll provide the girls, too.

Just let a new party be established.

I'll be a Minister of whatever, is that right?

You can forget about this. You'll rule and I'll have peace.

No arsehole, no cop, no journalist will jeopardise me.

Evelyn will keep her mouth shut.

Ladies and gentlemen,

thank you for coming to the Parliament today.

I wish to make an important announcement.

I am leaving my party. It's my own decision.

This country needs new people with new ways of thinking and fresh politics.

The right and the left have failed. People need security.

If we are to join the EU we mustn't do so with empty pockets.

I offer a political body which will restore the social state.

Now there is time for questions.

The first question. Please go on.

SCUMBAG

The opinion polls show The Party in the lead.

No.3 get ready to prepare the long shot. No.4 get a shot of the Bishop.

-No.2 a Boženka close-up. -Report ends in 5 seconds.

Get ready in 3, 2, 1.

I welcome an esteemed guest, Monsignor Ján Donát on Agnus Dei Television.

-Praised be Jesus Christ. -Forevermore.

Could you please summarise the main idea of the Sunday sermon for those believers

who were unable to take part in the pilgrimage?

Thank you for the invitation.

Our country is the legacy of St. Cyril and St. Methodius.

That often gets forgotten. The continuity gets forgotten.

The gift of continuance. Rome wasn't built in a day either, eh?

And in the following days a certain duty awaits us.

-A civic duty. -Parliamentary elections.

But many faithful are still hesitating.

Yes. They don't know who to believe.

But our Holy Church provides them with an answer.

Prophet Isaiah reminds us of the human capability to see and to hear.

Isaiah 6.10.

Even if we ignore that right now, not casting one's vote

for one recommended by the Holy Church is a grave sin,

we must keep reminding people of this need for continuity.

Let's pray together with our faithful ones.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, give us ears to hear,

give us hearts to believe,

and provide us with a will to act.

-Amen. -Amen.

-And we've got it! -We've got it!

At midnight the Central Electoral Commission will confirm the results

but I think, Your Excellency, that we can celebrate already.

Thank God, thank God.

Thanks to you, Excellency.

We're glad.

Once they count the votes, they will find out that Bobo has enough seats

to form a government on his own. They already want to strike a deal.

But why a deal? Bobo will form a government alone and that's that.

One-party government?

Don't worry, Your Excellency. Nothing will be revoked.

Everything remains as agreed. The Vatican agreement won't be revoked.

You won't have to document your assets nor pay any income tax.

Priests’ wages will carry on being paid by the state.

Including social and health insurance.

Everything will be as we agreed, Your Excellency.

Praised be God.

Why should we bother God? I'm the one that pays.

Why bother God!

Everything is fine. Why are you worried?

You don't have clear conscience, fellas?

Oh no! Fine wine, fine company. I may get insulted, Your Excellency.

As they say best to leave while the going's good.

Sure. I am not a party animal either.

What about the girls? Did they make you happy, at least a little bit?

It's not necessary to try everything at all costs.

It's not your fault.

Fuck it.

What is that?! What have you sent? Did you see it?

What do you mean "all right"?! Nothing's all right!

How do I look in front of them? Like a prick!

Do you want to tattoo "prick" on my forehead to make it clear to everyone?

Shut up. Do I have to check everything myself? Even the whores?

Do better next time...

Go.

I always visit personally.

It's not easy for me either, so believe me that I understand you.

I am not going mum.

-What if we changed our mind? -That I'm afraid won't be possible.

The court has put Broňa into the care of a social rehabilitation unit.

It's not about whether Broňa wants to go or doesn't, do you understand?

You know, for me the girls are like my own.

I set up "Solis" because I felt sorry for the children.

I believe that a young person can be re-educated.

Even if they have used drugs or alcohol.

Our aim is to get the child away from it.

But I've told the doctors a hundred times that I've never taken drugs.

It was just a joint that one guy rolled for me.

I went to school as normal, it happened just that one time.

But it's like everyone is deaf around here.

-You'll take her with you now? -I understand this is hard for a mother,

but the court's judgment was correct, especially in this case.

What are the visiting hours? Is it like in a hospital?

I am sorry. You already had the chance to raise your daughter.

You have failed. Now it's time for the experts to do their job.

And when will she come home? On Saturdays and Sundays?

During the week I work three shifts.

Madam, the court took away your parental rights

and decided that your daughter is to live in an institution.

Visiting is reward-based.

When Broňa improves we will get in touch

and invite you for a visit.

BROŇA IS A WHORE

What's funny?

Still amused?

Undress!

Do you understand?

Well...

Internal rules. By tomorrow I want you both to know them by heart.

You open your mouth, no mail. You don't do as told, no grub.

You stir trouble, you will go to an isolation unit.

The director will test you.

You don't want to go to an isolation unit, trust me.

Nobody will come to see you there.

Apart from me.

I want to go home.

Shut the fuck up.

We'll always stay together, don't you worry.

I can't stick it out here.

-I want to go home. -Quiet!

We won't give in, the two us, right?

We will stay together the whole time. Like sisters.

We'll run away, don't worry.

Agreed?

Agreed?

Good night, my little girl, good night.

Make sure God himself sees you right.

Good night, sleep well,

make sure your dreams are swell.

In a few months I'll have the final inspection done.

It has 300 metres plus the terrace is also 300 metres.

You'll install a fireplace here, a jacuzzi, armchairs...

As a happily divorced man you won't find anything better.

How did you get hold of it?

-I meant the flat. -Some view, eh?

How much does it cost?

I'll rent it out to you. We'll make it look that way.

To stop the hyenas from media sticking their noses into it.

We all know what they're like. "How did you acquire a flat like this?"

"Market price is 1.5 million euro and your salary is that of a handyman."

I got some land. Arable land. It's currently used for growing rapeseed.

I want to sell it. Some pastors own land right next to it.

That new factory can be built there. So the Chinks don't piss off east.

And all of us would profit from this. Even the bishop.

Your secretary?

Her name is Emi but...

Call her whatever you want.

A guest in the house is a God in the house, Mr Wagner.

The church isn't selling Mr Wagner.

It never sells anything.

Your Excellency, but the price is good. I wouldn't get more from the state.

Look, Mr Wagner, the church nurtures its assets.

Because of that we are where we are.

We introduced celibacy so that the priests' assets

wouldn't be inherited by their wives and children, am I being clear?

The Prime Minister might consider your decision as unwillingness to co-operate.

And certain agreements might not apply anymore, Your Excellency.

Our church has been around for almost 2,000 years.

Please remind your Prime Minister of that.

You know, states are founded, then they disappear,

nations are born, then die out,

but our firm is eternal.

We survived Nero, Caligula,

Luther's Reformation,

Hitler, the communists.

And we will survive you too.

C'mon, run faster!

Broňa, move your ass!

Catch her up!

No talking, be quiet and run!

Why are you crouching? Such a pretty girl. Hands down.

Why are you so serious? Smile for me.

Come and see me afterwards.

Let's start. You go and see the director.

Enter.

Close the door.

Slowly getting used to it here?

Do you use Facebook?

Did you lose your tongue?

Yes.

Yes, you use Facebook or yes you've lost your tongue?

Yes, I use Facebook. Naďa Blackwitch Kotlárová.

Is that you?

Let your hair down. Come here.

There. Give me the password.

I'll change your awful profile picture.

Black cat.

And now we'll tell him he has lovely eyes, OK?

And we'll send him your photo from the shower.

Well, you're a success.

Leave.

I just don't get how you do it.

One must have a talent for it. Yeah, you've got talent!

Together the two of us will go far.

What the hell are you doing?

-You parked in a pedestrian zone. -So what?

Sir, you think that traffic signs don't apply to you?

You are not allowed to even stop here. And you have parked here for...

I'll tell you exactly for how long. 42 minutes exactly.

I will ask you to show me your ID, driver's and car's technical licences.

And I will ask you to get the towing vehicle to fuck off.

ID, driver and technical licences.

Listen, I'll give you advice.

Phone someone with a higher rank. Get your fucking phone and make the call.

Or as of tomorrow you'll be demoted to a patrol officer looking after the junkies

instead of licking your ice cream here it the city!

Sir, take it easy. Stand back.

Wagner. With a 'w'.

Yes, 01 at the end.

Really?

OK.

Here you are, sir. I wish you a good day.

Listen, what kind of pricks do you have in the Municipal Police?

I get to my car and and it's being towed away?

Towing away MY CAR? I told him to screw himself!

Sort it out with him. The little shit.

Fine.

If I am not in a room with you, I'll go bonkers.

That makes it more bearable.

Have you taken any drugs?

Only weed.

You?

Yep.

Weed.

I had a good source, so I was selling as well.

That's when they caught me.

If I wanted to I'd climb over.

-Good evening. -Good evening. Please come in.

I guessed correctly.

I estimated you to be an L or XL.

I knew you had a taste.

I would use camel here as well.

I didn't have time to do it properly.

It's 300 square metres of space. The terrace is another 300 metres.

Come, I'll show you round.

That's great.

My, my...

I've got Prosecco too.

And I've got the dessert.

Not cocaine, that's off limits for me.

Your cousin can have the arable land,

and he should apply for the grants. He'll get them.

We don't have the East under control. Cash is going down the drain there.

I only want 20 %.

Gold standard.

You're the only one using his brain here.

-Praised be our Lord Jesus Christ. -Forevermore.

We've known each other for ages and owe each other a fair bit, eh Secretary?

It would be unwise if this got out, Secretary.

They'd move you to eastern Slovakia to some small village.

That wouldn't be good.

Tell the bishop the price is sound.

God Bless this development project as we do so in the belief

that we're doing good. In the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit.

This investment will bring hundreds of jobs to the region.

Nobody can say that my government doesn't look out for its citizens.

Our highest priority is employment.

Firstly we must eradicate poverty.

We are a fine country, a beautiful country,

with just a bit more effort and work ethics, everything will be better.

Please...

-A photo together? -Sure.

We'd also like a photo...

May I ask what exactly is it that you do for the Prime Minister?

-Are you his assistant? -I won't make a statement to the media.

-Why? Is it a secret? -Leave me alone.

Stop badgering. We're in a field.

Have some respect for people, who unlike you work their guts out.

If you will.

I'm off then. Bye.

-You're a nitwit. -Ah. Thanks. See you.

-Hi. -Hello.

-Hiya. -Have you covered the laying of the foundation stone?

There's a meeting in a minute. Everyone in my office.

I looked at the subsidies issue. This should be a topic.

The woman who chases up subsidies for that bunch from the East...

I Googled her and guess who she is?

She's someone's cousin and works as Bobo's assistant.

She has access to very important matters through Bobo.

If she wanted she could see the army's crisis scheme, anti-terrorist measures,

-arrangements on the Schengen border... -What did you say? -What?

-Bobo's assistant Emi? -The former Miss Slovakia?

I didn't know she was a Miss.

That Emi which Bobo is screwing?

So the mafia has planted their people directly to Bobo.

-But you have to prove that. -Quite right.

I can't bluntly write that her cousin is a mafioso

until I get proof that he's under investigation for criminal activities.

-Are they investigating? -Yep.

That's worth a story.

-A pretty harsh story. -Tell us.

These are the cousin's companies. 1 - 20.

16 still have his name as the owner but 4 have front men.

Those four firms run a solar farm in the cadastral area of this village,

the same village, where Bobo's Emi is registered to reside.

Four companies out of twenty is 20 %, standard for a protection racket.

The standard rate these days is 30 %.

Let him be.

I will try to catch them through subsidy fraud.

Basically they are embezzling European money.

Documents, I need evidence for all of this.

I've already requested information, but it takes time.

All right. Next.

May I? All those "free trains" of Bobo's are costing us 13 million a year.

You let that little whore into your business? Is that sensible?

It's just small change.

Look at that, a whore who brings you money

-that's something! -Fuck off!

A whore who brings you money, that's great.

-Y'know what a slutwhore is? -No.

One that brings money to everyone but you.

Go fuck yourself.

Don't choke just yet, we still need you.

I'm always on your side.

-Quite right you are. -You all are provided for thanks to me.

Hi.

Get a move on!

It's dry now.

-Naďa, are you having your period? -No.

And you?

-Me neither. -Me likewise.

Nobody is asking you.

We're going for a trip.

Let's spice things up a bit. Do you wanna have some fun?

Happy?

Come to daddy.

-Ave you. -Ave me.

What's up?

You're kidding, for real?

Now?

Well, I can.

Fine.

OK. Bye.

Miša, are you asleep?

-Quite romantic, hey? -Yeah, you bet.

Slow down, slow down! That's it!

Hello. May I ask a question? Is that the Minister's car?

Carry on, no stopping.

I'm a reporter. Who could give me some information?

-A journalist? -Yes.

Any idea where my ID is?

You have to talk to the

representatives of the police HQ if you have any questions.

Regarding the condoms, Viagra

and the 10,000 in cash that the Minister had on him.

Or ask at the hospital in the town.

I can't answer these questions.

And check your front lights, they don't work properly.

Thanks. Take care.

The policeman said he had a few johnnies,

Viagra and several thousand in cash on him.

I can't check right now whether he's even alive.

Can't we say "according to an unverified source"?

Home?

The Minister's health condition isn't serious...

You are fucking with me!

You taking the mickey?

Ňuňu!

I do the maximum for everybody. I work my arse off for you.

I take care of everything so everyone can get their grub!

Just finish him off! Smother the fucker with a pillow!

I don't give a shit about him! Fuck him!

She bled to death.

But the death was

not caused by any external factors, right, doc? That's agreed.

I don't know that. A pathologist must ascertain that.

What are you saying?

Look, you examined the body. You'll sign the death certificate.

You'll state that she took an overdose. Just make it up!

Why the fuck do I have to tell you this? Come up with something, for fuck's sake!

I can't. That's not possible.

And you should stop doing drugs! Have you gone mad?

I've gone mad? You think I've gone mad?!

Just go back home you prick!

Where did you find this?

Everyone knows what to do.

Fuck the paperwork.

Off we go.

And Broňa?

Hey! What about Broňa!

Broňa! What about Broňa!

Get some sleep.

If the other girls ask you anything just keep it shut.

Where is Broňa?

-The police will find her. -She ran away?

Broňa wouldn't run away on her own. She wouldn't leave without me.

But, you know, Naďa, junkies lie.

One can't trust them.

-We must go. -OK.

Welcome to the Ministry of Interior press announcement.

After the statement, the Minister will answer your questions. If you will.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

An investigation of the incident is underway at the moment.

We need to allow the appropriate authorities to work undisturbed.

"News Herald", your turn.

What was the reason for the cash that the Minister carried with him?

And what about the virility drugs and condoms?

I think that everybody has needs,

but I don't believe he was equipped with all that when admitted to the hospital.

As for the cash,

everyone who knows him is aware that he doesn't like credit cards.

He did carry a bit more than is usual but he was arranging a private celebration.

Any further questions?

-What have you got here? -This?

I had that done a year ago.

-I couldn't stick it out. -It's nothing... Watch out!

Hello. Are the trains free of charge?

I've no student card.

If I want a ticket to Nitra, how much will it be?

Thank you.

TRAINS FOR FREE The Party

Got a shit?

I'm off to do a night-shift soon.

Broňa didn't even phone you?

She's in that school.

They said they won't let her phone, only after three months.

Then she's supposed to get in touch.

-But she's not there. -Where would she be?

They said she ran away. I assumed she came home.

How do you know Broňa isn't there?

The District Hospital's spokeswoman confirmed

that they have treated a 55-year old man with no serious injuries.

I must leave for my night-shift.

Ondro, have you got a moment?

Some young girl is here wanting to chat.

Hello.

-I am Ondrej. -Naďa.

This is where newspapers are printed?

Will you sit down?

Will you have some tea?

-Can you make a cup of tea? -Fruit tea? -Thanks.

Will you put in the paper what I tell you?

It doesn't work like that. We verify all information.

That means we talk to the opposing side

or quote the resource document.

Something happened to my girlfriend.

OK. Carry on.

They said she ran away.

Broňa wouldn't do that. She's scared shit about everything.

That juvie centre isn’t what it looks like.

If they take you to a party, dress you up, make you wear high heels,

and then they give you a pill, that's a bit off, right?

I see. You're from a juvenile centre? So you're not 18 yet.

-Here is the tea. -Thank you.

Look, those are pretty serious things you're telling me here.

Can you wait here, have some biscuit and tea.

I'll be back in a moment, OK?

She claims she fled from a detention unit. God knows when she last ate.

This is for you, ok?

We have a little problem. I can't talk to you.

Your legal guardian would have to be present.

They really gave us pills!

Broňa was completely out of it when she was taken to the old guy’s room.

Next day she wasn't at the unit. Did she vanish into thin air?

What room?

They took us into rooms and fucked us till morning.

Some young prick in my case and Broňa had the Minister.

I didn't swallow the pill.

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon. Naďa?

I must stress that you mustn't print a statement by an underage person

without the knowledge and agreement of her legal guardian.

I don't see any such guardian here. Come.

What are you up to?

You shouldn't have even talked to her. We must abide by the law.

Come what may.

What else did she say to you?

Well, well! Sheep gone astray.

Made from real whipped cream, no milk.

-You want to fatten me up? -Five extra kilos wouldn't hurt you.

You must blow first, nitwit.

Go and bring a ladle please.

The smaller one. And napkins.

-Is that everything? -Yep.

You sure?

Listen...

Could that friend of yours from the lab find out what this is?

Got any packaging?

If I had the packaging I wouldn't be asking you.

You're horrible. Should I be too?

Miša, sorry.

The one who disappeared from the detention unit was called Broňa.

And the date tallies with the Minister's car crash.

-Stop working. Enough. -But where was he coming from?

Checking on a detention unit at night?

Where did he go with so much cash and the johnnies?

What if he was just visiting a brothel?

Just visiting a brothel?

Is that normal?

I didn't know that.

In that case... I'll go there sometime.

Jesus!

Idiot!

You're terrible. Y'know that?

OK. It's running.

-May I record your answers? -You may not.

But I can write them down, right?

So, you agree that I will note down your answers.

I will, of course, send them to you for authorisation.

You can write what you wish but you don't have my consent to publish.

You don't. You simply don't.

Then what's the point of this conversation?

You agreed that I visit you in person.

You interrogated an underaged girl...

Naďa.

...placed in our unit by a decision of a court

without her legal guardians present.

If you publish any of the lies you told her

I will file a criminal complaint against you

and have your newspaper taken to a court in a civil case.

OK. May I at least know if Naďa is all right?

Perhaps I could see her?

Once again your name and contact please.

Just in case.

Please...

Shh...

Quiet...

Just write this:

"I've consented to sexual intercourse

with another client of the youth detention unit.

I ask my mother and the media

to stop interrupting my therapy."

Got it?

I express my full support to the director of the Solis detention unit

and to every step she decides to undertake.

Signed: Naďa.

Even a moron could see that the girl hasn't formulated such a statement.

That is pure speculation. We must abide by the law.

All right. Let's go on.

- OK, sure. - One day, I'll move someplace warm.

Once there is nobody here to screw over.

-Organise a search for that dead whore. -Why?

A news editor visited Solis. Asked too many fucking questions.

Ňuňu,

even a healthy lifestyle can lead to death.

I'm very sorry but the whereabouts of your daughter are unknown to us

right now.

If the situation changes we will certainly inform you.

-Could you comment on it? -Once again.

If the Accreditation Commission discovers misconduct of a serious nature

the youth detention unit's licence will be revoked.

-You asked to speak? -Yes.

Minister, is there any link between your car accident

and the disappearance of a client from the youth detention unit?

That's an absurd allegation. I must object, sir.

I'd also like to ask whether the police is investigating

the claim made by one of the clients

that she was coerced into sexual intercourse with an unknown man?

Duty of the police is to investigate every suspected criminal act.

Final question.

The youth detention centre comes under the remit of your ministry.

I assure you, that a commission will be set up which will examine it all,

and if such shortcomings are proven the ministry will draw conclusions.

Last question.

Ondrej, you pursued the affair of the youth detention centre Solis.

Yes.

In your view, did rapes take place there?

-Forced sexual intercourse. -Repeatedly? -Yes.

-Even physical violence? -Yes.

-By management towards female clients? -Yes.

Were the girls manipulated?

They were forced to contact certain men through Facebook

who the Solis management then blackmailed.

The abuse took place in Solis?

And at the Hotel Jantár which belongs to Lolo Wagner.

What will your next steps be?

I will focus more on Wagner's business activities.

Incomprehensible.

Too complicated. Give it a more comprehensible structure.

What don't you understand? A classic VAT Carousel fraud with properties.

-If you want I'll draw it out for you. -Go on.

Wagner and his people came up with a system of how to rip off the state.

Wagner sets up company "W" and builds a high-rise.

Ňuňu sets up company "N"

and buys flats in the house paying an abnormally high price.

In reality, nobody pays anybody. I am not going to pay myself, am I?

Company "N" enforces a 20 % VAT refund.

But, the real value of the building is only the 20 % paid by the state.

-In that case, who pays it all? -Good old state. -Exactly.

Company "N" then sells the flats at real market prices.

And that's a clear profit. Get it?

No. And in my view nobody will. Too complicated.

-Got a paper proof for it all? -Of course.

I'm interested to see what the police will do when it comes out.

Nothing. Wagner is their man.

And you can be sure he'll go after you for this. So watch out.

You can piss off with your opinions. What misgivings about my business?

You're no reporter, just a scribbler, an evil sort, subject to orders.

I'll find out whose orders you follow.

I'm not following orders from anyone. I am just a journalist doing his job.

That's why I'm asking you about my concerns over your business activities.

Everything I wrote is from publicly accessible sources

and confirmed by people involved.

From now on I'll begin to interest myself in you personally,

your mother, father, everyone.

What a total prick!

He threatened you? He really threatened you?

Yep. Dramatic, eh?

But that's OK. A dog who barks doesn't bite.

And who told you that bullshit?

That pill you gave me was a type of benzodiazepine.

Flunitrazepam. Do you know its effects?

No. What does it do?

It has sedative properties.

It increases the action of neurotransmitters.

Acts as a muscle relaxant and has anxiolytic, hypnotic and amnesic effect.

-No! -Oh yes. -No!

It's given to people before operations as a mood changer.

So, if I put it into your popcorn, what would happen?

Well, you could then do whatever you wanted with me.

-And I wouldn't remember a thing. -Really?

Anything I want?

All right then.

There was no man, among the Persians, or the Medes, or in our own dynasty

able to remove Gaumata, the Magian, from power.

People feared him exceedingly for he had killed many.

There was no one who would dare to speak against Gaumata, the Magian.

Behistun Inscription. Cuneiform script using Old Persian language.

On a rock in Iran.

In our world good and evil always existed together.

Nothing has changed.

I want to go home.

Is that a yes?

Finished it.

Read it and let me know.

-Yes! -Excellent!

The prosecutor proposed to charge the businessman Lolo Wagner.

According to "News Herald" he was meant to have caused a lot of damage.

The Prosecutor's Office has not yet made public the exact nature of his offence

so as not to hinder the investigation of the case.

Bravo!

-THIS WAS THEIR WORKING DAY -No way!

How do I look now?

Everybody is talking about me.

-Don't read it. -My mum reads it!

-And my dad and my granny! -Well, they shouldn't read it.

The whole village reads it! Am I supposed to broadcast it

in the village paper that everyone should stop watching TV?

You know what I feel for you?

Final question.

Do you know that Mr Wagner is accused of tax evasion?

You think it's acceptable that you, the Prime Minister,

should rent a flat from a tax fraudster?

Thank you for your questions.

Answer us! We have a right to know!

I won't allow to have my government fucked! Close that bloody unit!

Find some malpractice, anything,

but get it out of the way!

Let's shut them up forever!

And, for fuck's sake, deal with that retard!

Why the fuck me? Send that little whore of yours to hell!

This is what happens to your country

when you use your dick instead of your head!

-Fuck off! -Oh yes?

-Yes? -Yeah.

And you, stop standing around like a dickhead.

-Bobo... -Sort out that reporter!

And you, when you get worked up at least don't drink hard liquor!

The heart transplant I sorted out for you won't last 'til kingdom come either.

All right. I'll take care of that reporter. And other things too.

I want the address of that prick of a journalist.

And now fuck off, all of you!

He doesn't go drinking with with the opposition politicians,

no brothels, or perversions, or drugs, none of that.

And he has not received any money from any suspicious sources.

So, I've got nothing. Haven't got anything on him?

You mean simply nothing, zero?

The boys on his tail are pro's.

They include a veteran from Afghanistan.

Couldn't he speak a bit louder so that everyone could hear him?

Ondrej, have you gone mad?

-I'm going. -Go home, to your girlfriend.

-I want to finish it. -Then come and have a fag with me.

Come on.

-I've got shit. -Got my own.

Prime Minister, Minister...

It is not politics, it's daylight robbery.

They have lost touch with reality. But this train is approaching its final stop.

Wagner is useful to them because he'll be their fall guy. But Wagner...

When I'm done

Wagner's joyride might quite likely come to an end.

Again?

No, I stink.

How long will this go on for? Should have been just a few weeks, right?

Do we still have the pickles that my mum made?

You really want to have pickles right now?

I'm coming. Who is it?

Ondro?

Sorry, may I? Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... nothing.

His sister just rang. He isn't picking up her calls either.

The number you have dialled is currently unavailable...

No movement, nothing.

Be straight, Lolo, are we involved? Shit, are we?

-Why would you think that? -Because it's silent there.

For three days. The boys trailing him haven't heard a fucking peep.

-Get it? -Do I look like a murderer?

-No. -So what then...?

Shortly before midnight a police patrol discovered a motionless body.

They called the fire brigade and an ambulance.

They found two murdered people in the house.

The police admitted the possibility that

the motive for the murder of our colleague was his investigative work.

Ave me!

-We got it! -Great!

Put it in the print. The whole thing.

Let it out.

News: All the daily papers today came out with the same front page...

Ňuňu, don't shit yourself.

Most important thing is that you managed to clean up all the wiretaps in the house.

So what? So what?

Will they proclaim him a saint?

He can be canonised a saint of all the newspapers.

Ňuňu? You there?

Are you there?

But the price was good.

We demand new elections.

We trust that after that, decisions will be made by people

who, unlike the present government representatives,

will be decent people.

You're trampling on the graves of two young people.

Resign now! We demand new elections.

We want new, decent people.

We are live in 3, 2, 1.

Corruption endangers democracy.

The loss of trust in a political system,

which is incapable of ensuring justice, leads to extremism.

We are deeply alarmed by the atmosphere of hate

which is spreading through this land like the plague.

To retain the trust of citizens in the rule of law,

it is necessary that this wilful murder be solved

and perpetrators receive an exemplary sentence.

Demonstrators demand the reform of the state and the administration

and the resignation of the Minister of the Interior.

Resign! Resign!

Ladies and gentlemen.

A brutal murder of two young people has taken place.

There is just one solution for a Minister in my position.

And that is to solve the murder and make the guilty party

face justice.

But the social situation has escalated and emotions are running high.

That is why I have decided to resign

and thus contribute to a greater political stability.

Thank you for your attention.

What does an investigative journalist do?

There are plenty of important and powerful topics.

I try to choose those which carry weight and can be verified.

Someone may inform me that a Minister stole something,

but if one cannot verify it I don't use it, I must have clear indications.

What's it like to get to know a situation in such detail?

Sometimes it seems absurd to see what is still possible in central Europe.

The essential thing is to get to the core of the information

and piece everything together so that it all adds up.

Is the work of a journalist dangerous?

I don't think so. No.

So, you're not worried about your safety?

Not for now.

Well, I haven't been beaten up yet, nor was my car blown up,

which used to be common in the 1990's.

Don't you sometimes feel helpless?

I have reconciled with that. I know that

society won't change within a year.

Maybe it'll take a lifetime.

Do you think you can change anything?

Probably not change, just contribute to a change.

For our country to become a better place.

With better people. I am not sure it's possible.

I can start with myself. Get married.

Have kids. Lots of kids.

And become a good father, a good husband.

When you come across something in your work that makes you sad

what is the most frequent question that you ask yourself?

Probably...

How come that we have allowed it?

What has happened to us?

Police! Hands behind your head! Face the wall! Face the wall!

King Darius the Great said:

There was no man, among the Persians, or the Medes,

or in our own dynasty, able to remove Gaumata, the Magian, from power.

People feared him exceedingly for he had killed many.

There was no one who would dare to speak against Gaumata, the Magian.

until I came.

Goodnight, my love,

goodnight.

Now God himself does you right.

Goodnight, sleep tight,

allow your dreams of me to be bright.