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CZECH TELEVISION PRESENTS

THE PRAGUE MYSTERIES

EPISODE 9

Go do something about it.

Now!

Please, stop it.

Go!

God, can a man get some rest in here, really!

Emil!

Stop it and go to bed!

Yeah...

Give him a proper earful!

Break it off and go to bed!

Fuck off!

Drunk as a sow again, Emil.

Have you no fear of God!

Move, help me a little! There we go.

You're a saint.

You're my treasure!

Give me money!

Give it to me...

give...

or I'll kill you!

As if you could scare me!

Give it to me!

The Lord knows I'm doing what's right!

You won't get shit!

Sleep here for all I care...

Come on, Zofie...

Mum!

Dad!

Eniko!

SEX LIFE, PREGNANCY AND NEWBORN CARE

I feel quite well, you know?

I throw up, but just like two times a day,

so I'm done for the day now.

If my dad was alive, he'd surely kill me.

Well, my dad still is.

You think that's funny?

No.

Exactly.

I've got to go home.

School's long over.

It's late.

Hey, that's my maths notes.

I'll give you lessons later.

Yeah, I know how your lessons end...

Yeah?

I found a dead body.

There, in the woods.

There's a dead woman there!

What?!

There...

in the woods between Hloubetin and Aloisov.

How do you know she's dead?

She's got this huge bloody spot here!

Salanda!

You know what you're telling me, right?

Yeah, Zofie Pulpytlova has likely been murdered!

Greetings, gentlemen.

- Hello. - Greetings.

The shot went in the heart,

she died immediately.

At about 7 o'clock in the evening.

I'm done here.

Thank you.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

I'll give you a lift, doctor.

Thank you, sir.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

The killer fired his shot from that tree there.

We found a cigarette butt there.

Novacek, got anything?

He missed once, Chief Inspector.

There's a bullet...

lodged in the tree here.

I've made pictures and measured the place.

Yeah.

Take the bullet out carefully and secure it, okay?

Who found her?

Here...

Salanda!

Salanda, come here.

- Good day. - Come here, don't be afraid.

This is Salanda.

When did you find her?

At about eight in the morning.

At eight.

What were you doing here?

Picking mushrooms.

There's quite a lot of them now.

Mainly boletes, but they often have worms.

Yeah, and Salanda, he knew her.

- You knew her? - Yeah...

she is...

I mean was my neighbour.

What's up with the shirts?

She was a seamstress.

She would sew on new collars to old shirts.

Guess she was carrying the goods.

Did she have a family?

Yeah, a husband and three sons.

Okay, thanks for now.

We'll go take a look at the tree.

This way.

Here's where the butt was.

He took cover here and shot this way.

How far away can it be?

Twenty metres.

Novacek's already measured it.

Twenty metres,

that's quite a lot.

Okay.

Here is where Pulpytlova worked with the shirts.

I never would've guessed.

Pulpytel, wake up.

Come on!

The smell!

- Chief Inspector! - Yes?

The woman's youngest son, Karel, is waiting in the next room.

As you wished.

Okay, thanks.

Should I close the door?

- Leave it open, okay? - Okay. Thanks.

Blessed be the Lord Jesus Christ.

Forever and ever.

- May I sit down? - Of course.

Thank you.

Who from your family lived here, Father?

My mother, may God grant her eternal rest.

And father, of course.

- Yes. - Then the eldest brother, Vojta.

Before Mum kicked him out, that is.

There's three of us, I'm the youngest.

Your mother kicked him out?

Vojta left the church

and my mother couldn't take it.

She was very devoted to God.

So your brother lost his faith in God?

Then the middle brother, Frantisek.

He lives in the woodworking shop.

I live in the rectory.

Right.

Father, do you think there could be any reason

your mother was murdered?

My mother was a religious woman.

Maybe a bit too much.

I have no clue who could possibly want her dead.

She lived by the Ten Commandments and humbly bore her cross.

Cross?

Yes, daily.

With faith that the Lord knows what's best for her

and will never let her be tempted beyond what she could bear.

Look, Father, I understand this is a difficult time for you,

but this has not been very helpful in my search for the murderer so far.

"Vengeance is mine," saith the Lord.

Someone wanted to burn this.

I found it in the trash behind the house.

They dump ash in the garden.

- Ash? - Fireplace ash, as a fertiliser.

But only from wood.

What else will I learn here in the countryside?

Let me see.

That's a rosary...

and the book you get at confirmation.

That's no coincidence.

Should I ask the priest?

Show it to him?

He's still inside.

Definitely not.

Have Novacek bag it as evidence.

The woman carries some mended shirts and someone shoots her.

We can rule out robbery murder, sexual motives as well, I guess.

I'll look around and try to find out

what the locals know about the family.

All right. I'll go visit Frantisek in that workshop.

Have Novacek write it all down.

Okay.

Mr Neuzil, think she's gonna work?

- All good now. - Let's go then.

Old man says you should bag this as evidence.

Okay.

One more thing. Martin...

is something wrong? Are you alright?

I am alright.

Just saying, if there was any problem...

I've done and messed up a lot,

I have some experience.

That's all right.

Thanks.

Okay, your call.

Good luck.

PREVENTING PREGNANCY

Julie?

No!

One moment!

Just a moment!

Yes?

- Something going on? - No.

I was just trying on a dress...

Lunch's been on the table for a while now. Let's go.

WORKSHOP

- Hello! - Hello.

Chief Inspector Budik.

May I ask you a few questions?

Why?

About the murder of your mother.

Ask away.

Would your mother...

always go with those shirts on the same day?

Depending on how much work there was.

I used to take them too as a child.

Village boys would laugh at me and I was ashamed.

Vojta and Karel would take them as well.

- Excuse me. - Okay.

We're looking for a 7.62 calibre revolver.

I don't know much about guns.

What were you doing at the time of the murder, between six and eight?

I'm looking for Inspector...

Budik.

He went inside.

I was with Otylka, my future wife.

You can verify it if you wish.

She's got a pub by the church.

I'm not accusing you of anything, Frantisek.

I believe you.

Chief Inspector, may I?

What is it?

Old Pulpytel is awake now.

When he came back by boat from the Russian front,

he served as a local constabulary.

And then he got fired for drinking, you know?

Local constabulary, you say?

Well, one of ours!

Mr Neuzil, I'll walk, you follow me.

Follow us!

Here, chick chick chick!

Where did you serve with the Legion?

Orlik, armoured train.

The Trans-Siberian Railway, Chief Inspector.

After you came back from Russia,

we were practically colleagues for a while, right?

Yeah, but I had to quit.

Health reasons.

I see.

The murder lacks motive.

Any idea who could've done it?

If I knew, he'd be dead already.

I don't get it.

She got along well with everyone.

We're looking for a 7.62 calibre revolver.

Maybe you could know who has one like that?

Many people have such stuff now, after the war.

- 7.62 you say? - Yes.

Nagant, model 1895.

I have one too.

Could you show me?

No.

I don't know where it is.

That's a little odd, isn't it?

Yeah, it is, but I've no idea where it went.

I had it in the workshop, in a drawer. Now it's gone.

Could we go take a look there?

Sure.

In the top drawer here.

Don't touch it!

It's not there.

I'm sure your wife had a lot on her hands if you have no job.

She was sewing day and night, but she didn't have to.

She had loads of money

after her father in the credit union.

Didn't want to use it, though.

She said you're supposed to make do with what you earn.

May she rest in peace.

She wouldn't give you money for booze, so...

The hell is your problem?

Go fuck yourself.

You came here to arrest me?

What do you think?

Where are you going, Mr Pulpytel?

To get my matches.

I started drinking in Russia.

You couldn't survive...

without booze.

Vodka...

military bread, mash with roaches...

had to be drunk to survive all that.

When I don't drink, it all comes back.

She knew, she forgave me.

Any chance someone could've stolen your gun?

Yeah.

I guess so.

Or maybe it was you who hid it as the murder weapon.

I've shot a few people, but not my wife.

If that's all, I'll go do something useful.

I'm on my own.

We can't get a hold of your son Vojta.

Any idea where he could be?

He hasn't shown up in two days now,

I don't know.

Goodbye then, Mr Pulpytel.

Godspeed.

Watch out!

Sorry Julie, I got a flat tire.

Martin!

I was so sick I thought I would have to tell Mum.

But then it got better.

See, Julie.

It will get better, you'll see.

It'll all be good.

Just please don't tell anyone yet, okay?

I know. Don't worry.

I have to go.

I just wanted to see you.

- Bye then, Julie. - Bye.

Dammit!

Open up!

Closed!

Open up! Police!

What a surprise!

Otylka the Fastfoot!

It's Bartosova, Mr Havlik.

What are you doing here?

I'm here now, paying off the pub properly.

I'll be getting married soon!

Yeah, congratulations!

Me and Toni were just talking about it the other day

about how hard it must be for girls like you

to find a decent guy, am I right?

I heard Toni hit the jackpot with you.

Will you let me in?

I'm not done cleaning...

better come in though.

I just need to ask about something.

You're investigating the murder of old Pulpytlova, right?

There's been a lot of talk about it in the pub.

What can you tell me?

- I don't know a thing. - Come on.

You don't want people to know...

where the two of us met.

Old Pulpytel's here like all the time.

Everyone would if they had such a zealot for a wife.

This one time, he was hammered and I didn't want to give him more.

He was furious, wanted to hit me!

He had no cash, his wife wouldn't give him money to drink.

I thought my life was over then.

- Good enough? - Sure.

What about their three sons?

Vojta, the oldest, he was always arguing with her.

Everyone knows that.

She disinherited him when he left the Catholic church.

Frantisek, the middle child,

he's the best of them.

He's a good, honest man.

Pulpytlova wanted Karel, the youngest, to become a priest.

And he did.

But all of them were afraid of her!

Vojta's gone somewhere.

Any idea where?

Well...

Maybe I know.

Yeah?

Me and Frantisek are getting married soon.

I want to start a new life.

So Inspector, I'm just asking you...

I promise.

Pulpytel!

In the name of the law!

Open up!

What are you doing? Run!

Not there, they'll be there too!

Go!

Stop!

Pulpytel, stop in the name of the law!

Stop!

Take the cuffs off.

Take a seat.

Your mother disinherited you.

You had motive to get back at her.

I didn't do it.

Why did you leave the church?

I cursed God.

My son drowned.

He was two...

there in the weir.

Are you married?

Not anymore.

What do you mean?

Wife couldn't take it,

jumped in...

the same place the kid did, in the weir.

Novacek...

go get some rest.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

How has nobody told you?

Innocent child, innocent woman.

Does that make any sense to you?

Why would God allow that?

That's why I don't believe anymore.

Did you and your brother talk about it?

The priest, Karel?

He's a wimp.

Despite all that happened to you,

your mother kicked you out of the house.

Her heart was stone.

You were looking for the will by which your mother disinherited you.

You wanted to destroy it.

And when you didn't find it, you killed her!

To spite the God you lost your faith in!

Your mental state after your child died...

that's all understandable in some way.

There are extenuating circumstances,

the court would take them into account.

You'll feel better.

I didn't do anything to her.

But you did this, right?

You wanted to hurt your mother by doing this?

Yes.

Where's that Nagant?

Go to hell.

We'll find it anyway.

Take him away!

Let it all out, Martin.

Well...

Thanks.

I need some advice.

That's why we're here.

You know that me and Julie Budikova, we...

Of course.

What is it?

We're having a baby.

You know for sure?

How old is she?

Eighteen...

Thank goodness.

...she will be...

Soon.

Goodness gracious.

Goodness gracious.

Two rums!

Seven-shot Nagant revolver,

model 1895, used by the Czechoslovak Legion in Russia.

7.62 calibre.

You said you lost it.

It was exactly where it was supposed to be.

Is this your gun?

I guess so.

It is.

But when I was looking for it in the drawer, it wasn't there.

Pulpytel, you're trying to tell me somebody took the gun,

shot your wife and put it back?

I don't know, I guess...

- What else could it be? - Enough!

There were seven bullets in the cylinder,

two of which were fired.

Your wife was shot at twice as well.

We found fingerprints on the gun - yours!

The bullet that killed your wife was fired from this weapon!

What do you say?

Can I get a drink?

Novacek!

I killed her.

Write it down!

But not with this piece,

I killed her with my drinking.

Is this some kind of a joke, Pulpytel?

No.

That's not what we're here for!

No, no...

It was her,

the poor thing,

who said my drinking would kill her one day.

Guard!

Take him away!

He did it.

Don't move!

Well, if you like your potatoes burnt,

I could stay like this for an hour at least.

Pavlinka is with the neighbours.

What?

- This late? - Yeah, this late.

She takes after her father.

Are you gonna have some?

Okay.

Dinner first, then.

Yeah...

Thanks.

We've got a murder case.

You've always got some murders there.

Yeah, I guess people kill each other.

If only they killed less...

- and cared more... - About what?

...about preserving family lineage, for example...

Hold on, just so I don't forget...

sorry.

There's this one thing.

There's...

There's this one girl, she's pregnant, so I was wondering...

What?

No, no, it's not mine!

Don't lie!

I don't, it wasn't me who got her pregnant!

- I swear! - Who was it then?

Who?!

It was the kid.

- No way! - Yes.

Is she of legal age at least?

Unfortunately not.

And she won't be for a while.

That's the problem.

Did nobody tell them how to do it?

Is he that much of a bungler?

Yeah...

the kid's a bungler,

but this Havlik...

Try it on.

Does it fit?

It does.

Happy?

"Rivers of blood were flowing.

"The spirits wouldn't calm down

"until they've broken the power of the king's army.

The sultana was captured."

There you are!

- We're finished, countess. - No, no, Eniko!

Eniko please!

- You'll laugh at me again! - No, no!

I'll listen to that too. I'll wait.

- Please, Eniko. - Eniko, please.

Okay then.

"But zis fate that saw

"ze happy moments

of his life up to now..."

Gentlemen...

Thank you.

What is it, Chief Inspector?

Textbook murder.

We were stuck for quite a long time, but we finally got the murderer.

At least I hope so.

Well, that calls for champagne!

- What do you say, gentlemen? - Of course.

Michal!

Champagne!

Baron Milotin!

Did he confess?

Everything's pointing towards him.

But I think I understand.

You're sure here, but not here.

Sure.

A legionnaire, served in Russia, got intimate with vodka.

Then, drunk as a sow, shoots his wife.

He's also got motive.

It all fits together nicely, but...

The Legion again.

What do you have against them?

Nothing at all, sir.

It was impossible to be there and not drink.

I know what I'm talking about. Took me a long time to recover.

Where did the poor soul serve?

The Trans-Siberian Railway.

- Orlik, armoured train. - Orlik?

Think I might know him. What's his name?

Emil Pulpytel.

Pulpytel, of course!

Can't forget a man with a name like that!

He served under my command. Elite marksman,

got the Cross of St. George.

I bet he was shooting a Nagant, model 1895.

Missed the first shot, hit with the second.

What distance was he shooting from?

About 20 metres.

The Pulpytel I know wouldn't have missed from that distance.

- I know that for sure. - It was dark there!

- He was drunk as a fiddler! - Still!

Even with a bottle of vodka in him,

he still would hit a matchbox from 50 metres.

I've seen it many times with my own eyes.

He was the best shooter out there.

No way he would've missed the first shot. No way!

Twenty metres was no distance for him at all.

I'll pass.

Hynek?

Sleep.

So you did!

Yeah.

It's true.

- Nice ring. - You...

Don't you laugh.

He wasn't.

Gentlemen, Pulpytel...

was awarded the Cross of St. George.

Moreover, he's an elite marksman.

Like, seriously.

But the first shot was a miss! You know what that could mean?

You're sure he's an elite marksman?

Yes.

That could mean there's quite a chance a guy like him

would not miss the first shot from 20 metres.

Where'd you learn that?

Pardon?

Where'd you learn that?

Where, where...

The Association of Czechoslovak Legionnaires, of course.

So, gentlemen, let's get to work, all over again.

And let that drunkard go.

You stop staring and clean up the place.

Vojta!

It was Vojta who shot her!

He was always fighting with his mother!

Just ask Salanda!

He could tell you all about it.

He would visit Pulpytlova all the time.

He was at her place the exact day she got killed!

Yeah?

How do you know?

Salanda said it in the pub.

Now leave me alone, for Christ's sake.

I guess you hear must stuff from the neighbours, am I right?

More than I'm comfortable with, inspector.

It's always the worst when Pulpytel gets drunk.

That's when he starts shooting the rats

that go feed on the grain in his shed.

He goes nuts until he drops.

Come, take a look.

Sometimes he spends the night sleeping on that bench there.

Was that the case on the day of the murder?

That's right. It was insane.

Vojta shouted at his mother to give him the will or he'll kill her.

He was looking for it and I guess she caught him.

They say you used to visit her often.

Were you in the house on the day of the murder?

Yeah, I was.

Old Pulpytlova,

she was a great herbalist.

She would give me ointment for my back.

And the fight, that happened before or after you visited her?

After.

I heard the shouting through the walls.

Okay.

Thank you for now.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

What is it?

Martin found this letter,

here in the songbook.

It was hidden under the straw mattress here.

In the bed of the murdered Pulpytlova.

"My dear friends,

"I did not listen, I could not do it,

"there's still a new life growing inside me.

"I cannot bear the shame that awaits me.

"I must leave this world.

"I'm asking for your forgiveness.

Your loving Anna Coufalova."

She was a maid at the mill.

Did you know about this?

No.

I had no idea.

Chief Inspector, would you mind if I had I cigarette?

Sure.

Have a seat.

Thanks.

Greetings, Father.

Hello.

Chief Inspector Budik.

I have a few questions.

What do you want?

A certain Coufalova worked here, am I right?

It's been a few years.

She worked here as a maid.

She hung herself there in the mill, under the stairs.

I'll show you if you want.

Thank you.

That's where it happened.

Do you know why she hung herself?

Nobody knows, probably unrequited love or something.

She had some affair with Salanda, and...

- With Salanda? - Yeah, Salanda.

He'd promised he'd get a divorce, but you know how it goes.

But I guess it worked for them.

This Salanda though, he's quite the brawler.

Might not look like it, but it's true.

Used to work for me for years.

Last month I caught him stealing flour.

He jumped at me and started choking me here.

So I fired him, the bastard.

What about a suicide note, did she write one?

A note?

No, I don't know.

It was old Pulpytlova who found her, right?

Yeah, right.

She went for some flour, and then she came running to me,

saying Anna was hanging here.

What is it, gentlemen?

This letter bothered you, didn't it?

I don't understand.

Oh, yes you do.

You do.

Anna Coufalova, the maid from the mill, you got her pregnant

and then she hung herself in despair.

Pulpytlova knew all this.

When she found the girl in the mill,

she also found this letter and blackmailed you with it.

You had to pay for her silence.

But when the miller kicked you out, you were running out of cash.

You could no longer pay her and so you shot her!

The hell you think I would shoot her with?

These hands?

Nagant revolver, model 1895.

Pulpytel left it out in the garden when he was drunk shooting rats.

You saw it and took it.

Then you shot Pulpytlova

and put the gun back in the drawer.

Bullshit!

I don't even know where Pulpytel keeps that damn gun!

I was never in the army.

She did not want any cash.

She just kept asking if I regret it.

I told her:

I really do!

Very much!

I feel sorry about her,

I really do!

I should have never gotten involved with her...

but Pulpytlova wasn't happy!

She made me go to confession and tell on myself.

She wanted me to give my field to the church as a sign of repentance.

The plot by the wayside shrine.

Else she'd put that letter

on the church door and tell everyone.

I begged her not to make me do that.

How would I explain to my wife I'm selling the field all of a sudden?

You can't explain that.

So you went and shot Pulpytlova.

Why would I shoot her?

It wasn't me, you hear? I didn't do it!

- Salanda! - Enough!

Nice, Salanda.

Very nice!

But I'm not buying it.

Arrest him.

Josef Salanda, you are under arrest for the murder

of Zofie Pulpytlova.

Novacek, handcuffs!

Inspector, I didn't lay a hand on her.

Please, you hear? It wasn't me, I didn't...

do a thing to her, I'm innocent!

- Salanda, hands! - Inspector!

Go home, nothing to see here.

A human life for a stupid piece of land.

Damn greedy peasants!

Her name will be Betty.

As in Alzbeta?

Julie, you're driving me crazy!

It's gonna be a boy

so that he could be a policeman like I am.

But I don't want my entire family to be policemen.

Having to worry about something happening to you all the time.

You and dad, that's enough for me.

I love you.

I want you to be okay.

And this boy of ours.

- It'll be a girl! - No it won't.

- It will be a girl, yes it will! - No, no, it will be a boy!

- A boy I say! - I'm telling you it'll be a girl!

No!

- Hynek? - Yeah?

There's a priest at the door.

A priest?

Are you kidding me?

He's waiting in the hallway.

Father, wait.

Won't you come upstairs?

No. I'm not here at all, really.

I was wrong in coming here.

As you wish.

But I suppose there's something you want to tell me?

I cannot tell you anything.

I know much more than I would like to, but I cannot.

I'm a priest, you see?

I see.

But why then...

I don't want you to make a mistake.

You got the wrong guy.

What is it?

Toni gave me this address.

There's a reliable woman there who will help you out.

So she's some kind of an abortionist, or...?

Did you want something else?

Two rums!

I know it's a hard decision to make for you.

But having a child, that's no small thing.

I know, inspector.

I see how you care and all!

So, when you look at it from a distance...

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You don't really have much of a choice.

You know, inspector, I was thinking about this a lot...

but that's kinda out of the question now,

I'm always thinking of that girl who hung herself there in the mill.

Yeah, that's our job.

What can you do.

So...

no matter what happens,

we're keeping the child.

And I don't care, I'll go work at the post office or whatever...

but we're raising that kid together.

No more.

All right.

Now that's a real man speaking.

I hope you don't change your mind before morning.

- Right! - Cheers, Rudla!

Police, open up!

Hello.

- I would like to speak with Otylka. - Hello.

You mean...

Ms Bartosova?

Yes, Ms Bartosova.

She's not here.

Where is she?

She and master went to the church to make the announcements.

- She's getting married. - I know.

Okay, thank you. Bye.

Goodbye.

We can wait no more, Karel.

You're brothers, so you could help each other out for Christ's sake.

We're in the temple of the Lord.

So what do you say?

You know.

- I promised Mum... - You promised what?

Karel, understand.

You know!

There are things I'd rather not know

You don't know jack anyway.

Karel!

You're my brother.

I feel sorry for you.

Mum wouldn't want you to marry a girl with a past like this!

You're not insulting her!

Let's go!

So when's the wedding?

You know, we have to wait.

A funeral and a wedding right after, that's no good.

When are you due?

Around Easter.

If mother was alive, there'd be no wedding altogether.

She threatened she'd tell everyone I used to be a whore,

said she'll write it down and nail it to the church door!

- Miss Otylka, do you want... - I don't need a thing!

But it would've been her grandchild!

She didn't care about mercy, only sin!

God's love, truth... she just terrorised others.

For her, it wouldn't be her grandchild, just a bastard!

You see, inspector,

I don't want to give up the chance of having a normal life again.

Not everyone's as lucky as Toni is.

I guess so.

Otylka...

what did you two do?

I did nothing...

I swear, I did nothing.

I know.

And Frantisek?

He...

promised me he'd sort things out.

Let's get him so he won't run away.

He's not running away.

How the hell could you know?

I just do.

He'll come on his own.

I brought my birth certificate.

Why did you put the gun back in the drawer

in the shed after you shot your mother?

Were you trying to put the blame on your father?

No, I didn't even think of that.

Dad would always put the Nagant there,

so I just put it back, that's it.

There were no fingerprints of yours on the gun.

Did you wear gloves to shoot?

Yeah.

I read it somewhere, that's the way to do it.

Killing your own mother is an awful act.

There was no other way.

I promised Otylka I'd sort it out somehow.

Sort it out, that's one thing.

How did you expect to live after doing something like that, Frantisek?

In prison.

But I'm marrying Otylka.

And we will have that child.

My child will have a chance at life.

Trust me,

I thought it all through before I fired the shot.

I'm no lunatic who shoots his own mother for no reason.

There was just no other way!

She would have suffocated us all with that religion of hers,

just like she did Vojta and Karel.

My child does not deserve that!

My child!

You hear?!

Or...

do you think I'll get the rope?

I don't know, Frantisek.

Fortunately, I'm not the judge.

Jesus Christ, Julie!

What happened to you?

I'm having terrible cramps.

Eniko!

Eniko, come here, quick!

Eniko went to visit her sister for the day!

I'll call the doctor.

No, not the doctor!

What?

I found your cocaine in my room.

Jesus...

I just wanted to try...

You can't be alone when you're taking it for the first time!

I just wanted to feel as good as you do.

You'll make me go nuts.

I thought it would be safe with you, not that would down it like that,

not that you would take it at all!

I guess I took too much.

Try to get up.

Don't worry, nobody will know, I'll sort it out somehow.

Jesus Christ.

Tell me you aren't...

I'm pregnant.