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Ozzak!
Ozzak, what's the meaning of this?
What's all this again?
Uriah Heep released a new album.
Cheers to the dead!
Standard promo.
This is how it's done.
Nobody can miss this.
Look, I've got a granny.
We can test it on her.
See, everyone will think they've walked into a crematorium.
Here we go.
Ozzak, what's the meaning of this?
Well, this is another example of how Ozzak interprets the concept of promotion.
I'm surprised you put up with it.
When Citroni last released an album, the health inspectors were here for a week.
What's next?
In a month, Euthanasia goes on tour, so I was thinking.
No!
That was a joke, the tour is Slaughterhouse.
No!
How about Napalm Death?
No napalm, are you crazy, this is a shop, not a morgue.
You're killing my creativity.
Do you want to turn me into just a selling machine?
And what about that scythe?
If it falls, it'll kill someone.
Bro, I'm no amateur.
I attached it with wire just as solidly as the cross.
When all this junk goes out immediately, it still drives me crazy and scares customers.
And this creature goes first.
What?
Bro, that's our Eddie.
Eddie?
He's been here with us from the start, the laughs we've had together.
Every joke has to end sometime.
Don't worry, Eddie, nothing will happen to you.
You'll just go to a farm with very nice people who love murdering freaks, OK?
Ozzak, you've really lost it.
Take Eddie to recycling.
Recycle him and make toilet paper out of him.
Woman, don't you have a heart at all?
Tomas, come down right away, it's arrived.
Bet you can't guess what I've got.
I couldn't care less.
ABC of Pop, from Adam to Zahorova.
About her I care even less.
Ozzak, this is the bible of popular music.
Wait, presenting, the gospel according to Tomas Pacovsky.
Why you and not her?
It's about me, in my own name, Tomas Pacovsky.
After huge interest in the single "You'll Soak Into Me Like Rain," he released two more LPs.
A promising career was cut short by a tragic event.
Oh my God.
It says here that Tomas died.
Excellent, so Eddie can stay.
Stop it, they've just buried him alive.
Ozzak, Tomas must not find out he's dead.
It would kill him.
You called him half a minute ago, so if I'm not mistaken, he'll be here in ten seconds.
Watch.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, four, four and he's here.
So, am I in there or not?
Yes, well actually no.
Yes or no.
Well, the entry, the page with your entry is, I think, missing.
What do you mean?
You didn't look?
I don't think so.
Let's have a look then.
Wait, Tomas, wait.
I also wanted to tell you that Eddie could actually stay.
You think?
Well, if the page is really missing, I think we've gotten used to each other.
If the page really isn't there.
What?
Ozzak?
Oh, Ozzak!
Bro, I love you.
Mrs. Marcelka, here's the rest of the books from the car.
Get a case, five beers, and mustard, I can't do this dry.
Hello, Pacovsky speaking.
I have a complaint.
You wrote in the ABC of Pop on page 160 that I'm dead.
And the problem is that I'm alive.
How dare you, man?
Could you please tell me your name and position?
Yes, I'm Brian, the doorman.
I see, can you connect me to the publishing house?
Thanks.
And how exactly am I supposed to prove I'm alive, young lady?
You want to measure my pulse or what?
Fine, it's 180.
And if you don't connect me to the publisher, it'll be 220.
So what should we do?
You'll probably have to pull it from stores and reissue it with a mistake that big, right?
What C, please?
I'm P, Pacovsky, right?
Right, category C. So what does that mean?
What, what goodbye?
You haven't heard the last of me!
Hey, dad, what's new?
Well, other than being dead, look, everything is perfectly fine.
At Lake Balaton?
Yeah.
But it's only knee-deep there.
Category C. Gott is an A, Sagvan Tofi is B, and if you're D, you have to pay them to include you at all.
Don't worry, dad, you'll die at ninety-one under a blooming cherry tree, surrounded by grandchildren and Ozzak.
How could they think I'm dead?
They probably saw you in this jacket.
Wait, you put my blazer in the cleaners so I put on this jacket, does it look that terrible?
Dad, people who wore these things died out in '85.
Hey, try calling the papers so they write that you're alive.
Like the tabloids, they'll print any nonsense.
That's an idea.
Well, I'm off.
I need to explain to the class that a raccoon is a disgusting stinky creature.
We're choosing a class mascot and I'm lobbying for the eagle.
Bye.
It's about me, since he's alive, it's not news for you, buddy.
Yeah, if I were dead, it would be!
Fine, then please read the Encyclopedia of Pop, page 160.
I'm dead, people!
Dead!
You'll soak into me like rain, and I'll soak into you, you won't find such happiness.
Ozzak!
When I said the wreaths go out of the shop, I didn't mean put them in front of the shop.
But I'm not staying here in a cemetery, OK?
I see he's already gotten into the coffin.
Can you dig a grave?
Ozzak, don't bother Tomas at a time like this.
Besides, he looks good.
Like 20 years ago.
Fine, I'll take off the stupid jacket, there, happy?
And I also thought, Marcelka, that you'd keep an eye on things, that I could count on you.
Why are you playing my songs now?
Do you think that'll win me over?
Sorry, Tomas.
They've been playing you on the radio all morning on repeat.
This is a tragedy.
They're playing me on the radio?
What's going on?
You should hear this from someone close.
Let him hear it from a stranger for all I care.
So that was a hit by Tommy Paci from the eighties.
As a tribute to the deceased pop star.
About whom we read today that he managed to drown himself in Lake Balaton.
What!
My sincere condolences.
Good afternoon.
I'd like to...
Don't tell me.
You've come to pay tribute to Tommy Paci, right?
Right, so flowers on the ground, plush toys and teddy bears right next to them.
God, what is that supposed to mean?
Excuse me, madam, do you know who I am?
Pardon?
Me.
Oh, the resemblance.
You must be Mr. Pacovsky, right?
I'm Libuska Krobova.
My sincere condolences.
It must be terrible to lose a brother at such a young age.
But I...
I wanted to tell you that I loved him terribly.
I lived only for him.
He was the best singer in the whole world.
Wait, don't cry.
I am Tommy Paci.
Look, Tommy Paci.
I'm alive.
I'm living.
He hasn't even gone cold yet.
And you already want to profit from him?
Disgusting.
That he had to die and not you.
That's enough.
I'm alive, even if it bothers someone.
That will have to be proven.
He left behind a jacket.
That's...
That's the jacket of...
Tommy Paci.
Nobody else's.
I'll buy it.
Damn, you're brave.
Reading in the paper that your dad died and casually going to the zoo.
Who'd miss the zoo over a death in the family?
Especially when dad keeps bugging you in the living room.
I would've enjoyed it a lot more if it weren't for your moronic brother.
They had this tiny cage and they were crammed in there.
How would you feel if everyone just spat at you and walked on?
And besides, they're actually quite cute.
Thanks to powerful jaws and effective stomach acids, it can ingest, grind, and digest bones and skin.
Cute.
More like handy.
It's the best class mascot.
Ivo, you're not going to hit him again, are you?
How could you suggest naming it the same as me?
I was surprised too that everyone was for it.
They probably wanted to cheer you up since your dad died.
Maybe it was more because of your speech where you kept explaining that me and hyenas have a lot in common.
I meant to say that you're clever, modest, and can survive even in the harshest conditions.
Good thing nobody took it to mean I have bad breath, spots on my back, and eat corpses.
So that's why it bothered you so much.
But you didn't have to scream about it.
How was I not screaming?
Ivo was screaming.
You were screaming "why did you do it," you were on Lexa's neck, Lexa was crying, and the hyena was licking him through the bars.
I wasn't crying, that was Iva's drool.
Excuse me!
I mean the other Iva, the clever one.
Doctor, I'll be in touch.
Yes, thank you.
Ha, I'll show them, dead they say.
Ivuska, good news.
Daddy will live.
Really?
Really.
I just talked to a lawyer.
Everyone will have to publicly apologize to me.
Everyone.
And if I weren't category C, I could even demand compensation.
I told you it would work out.
Do you have any more jackets?
Jackets?
Jackets, sweaters, anything.
Underwear.
Some of it's dirty.
Excellent.
Dirty is even better.
Good news, Marcelka.
Guess what.
I'm alive.
I can see that.
Ivuska, quick.
It's packed down there.
Ozzak can't hold out much longer.
They could tear our hands off.
People are bringing wreaths and keep wanting to buy stuff from us.
Here's today's takings.
Five thousand more than Ozzak earned in the last ten years.
And this is for your jacket and that old toothbrush I found in the back closet.
Tomas, you're a star.
And wait till I rise from the dead, Marcelka.
If you could stay dead a few more days, we'd make a fortune.
Isn't it immoral to profit from death?
It's your own death.
You can profit from that.
That's true.
I could stay dead for a few days, but only temporarily.
The madness won't last long anyway.
You want to sell those jackets as his estate?
Look how much people value me.
I really didn't think this of you.
What about your honor?
Ivuska, in life you sometimes have to make compromises.
That doesn't seem like a compromise.
You know, you're alive and pretending to be dead.
Yeah, if you pretended to be a zombie, that would be a compromise.
Hi, Ivo.
Those are the black clothes.
Mom wears them to social services when she pretends to be a widow.
You should probably wear them now that your dad is dead.
Good day, Mr. Pacovsky.
You too, Sasha.
Pacovsky?
Wait, wait, orders are always handled by my brother.
Actually, you're right, I've inherited all of this.
I totally forgot about that.
So...
Yeah.
Uh huh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I have it here.
And...
Do you only supply records?
Yeah, from pins to locomotives.
Do you have a steamship?
You wouldn't believe how popular they've gotten.
All it took was removing the tags with Tomas's name.
Right, so I'd like to order that special beer from Sweden.
Listen, is it really made from soy beans?
Right, soy beans, I see.
Well, that's fine too.
Twelve then.
Not bottles, cases.
Are you ordering something?
Just a moment.
Marcelka, don't interrupt!
I'm the boss now, we're missing lots of important things here.
So please.
And did you reorder the new Eva Farna CD?
One moment.
I said important things.
Ozzak, yesterday we sold all ten we had.
That's important.
It's not.
What we had to sell, we sold.
End of story.
Leave me alone, I still need to order some things.
Hello?
Hey, I'd really love that silver thing you have on page 116.
Come, Tomas.
Bro!
Tomas, I brought you some sweets since you were here all alone.
A cream puff and a coffin cake, huh?
Come, come, come.
Bro, what's it like being dead?
I had a wonderful rest.
I'm telling you, everyone should try it once in a while.
Here's today's takings.
I don't know if it's worth it.
You've been locked up here all day, you're pale as death.
Death, shmeath.
What matters is that business is booming.
Dad will come see for himself tomorrow then.
Right?
I think maybe tomorrow isn't quite the right time yet.
Have you completely lost your mind?
Dad's not going to be locked up like in some prison.
Ivuska.
I know money isn't everything, but a little sacrifice is worth it.
See, Tomas?
No, no, Marcelka, I said one day.
But think of the people.
You wouldn't want to spoil their joy, I mean grief.
And it's also about your family.
You shouldn't decide something like this alone.
There should be a vote on whether Tomas should stay dead or not.
Marcelka, my family would never stoop to such hyena-like profiteering.
Well, great.
I'm for it and I'm only doing it for your own good.
Well great, I'm firmly against.
Me too.
Still Ozzak.
Ozzak.
We're voting on whether Tomas should stay dead or not.
I'm definitely for it.
The shop is still missing a ton of important stuff.
So it's a tie.
Two-two.
Hold on.
How come he gets to vote when he's dead?
Hi.
You must be Iva.
I'm Lukas Jaros.
From social services, I'm here to help you cope with your father's death.
Wow, I didn't know social workers were this handsome.
I mean young.
I'm here to help you.
Is this your family?
Well, basically.
Uncle, second uncle, non-biological aunt.
But how would you help me?
Well, I think for a start, it would be enough if we started meeting more often.
Really?
Even in the evening?
If that works for you, why not?
Because evenings are the worst, the loneliness, the sadness and all.
Go have a nice cry, it helps, and we'll see each other tonight.
Thank you.
Hang in there.
I demand a new vote.
Simona.
Tome.
How many times have I asked you not to use that lock pick.
Sorry, if I'd known you were home, I would've just rung the bell.
I ran out of coffee.
Hey, want to have that coffee here with me?
I'd love to.
That could wake the dead.
So I don't know, won't you sit down so we can chat?
I can't, I have a shift.
Big changes at the Badger now.
Hey Tome, do you have any photos from when we took the kids on vacation to Machac?
Of course I do.
Here, there's more in the big album on page 15.
I've gone through everything five times.
Being dead is incredibly boring.
Show me.
At Machac, are there dead fish?
That's when bees stung Lexa.
Who can remember all these beautiful memories?
This one's good though, it looks like it's from Balaton.
Can I borrow it?
Thanks.
Gotta run, bye.
Hey, wouldn't you want to maybe stop by tonight so we can chat?
Or even at night?
Or tomorrow?
Day after tomorrow.
Don't worry, I'm fine.
I might seem a bit irritable, but that's because of everything happening around me.
But being home alone all day is really no fun.
Luckily we can chat quietly like this, but if I were alone here, I'd go crazy, trust me.
Like this.
Yeah.
You're laughing now, but wait till winter.
Ivuska, finally, we have so much to discuss.
Dad, I really don't have time, but we'll talk the day after tomorrow, OK?
Yeah.
But do you think they could be shortened somehow?
I don't think that'll be necessary.
We just need to pin it.
Got pins?
Yeah.
Mr. Pacovsky, I really want to ask you something, but I'm a bit embarrassed.
Go ahead, ask away, girl.
Is there something after death?
Like another life?
You would know.
Well, after death it's mainly really boring.
Here they are.
Give me those.
Hey, how do you think I should act around him since he's a social worker?
Mom always says I should cry a lot and Lexa should act like an idiot.
That shouldn't be a problem for him, right?
I should probably reminisce a lot so he starts comforting me, right?
Yeah, you should reminisce, something touching, about childhood and stuff.
I could tell him how dad used to tuck me in and brought me milk and a cookie and...
And took me on trips.
Dad only took us on a trip once, then I never saw him again.
How come?
We were driving really fast and something kept honking.
Then we ran through the forest Indian-style and I think there was a hunt because they kept shooting.
Then dad hid us in a haystack and said he'd come back for us.
And did he?
Lexa and I spent some time in foster care until mom picked us up under a window one night.
Well, back then I was driving Simona somewhere and...
And what happened was it rained terribly and we got soaked to the bone.
Who would've thought you could trip out this much on those beans.
Ozzak, would you have a comb?
I'd need something small over here on the right.
Yeah, back there.
Yeah.
Where are you going?
In the back.
I'll tell you, it's only after something happens that you realize how little you knew him.
They're just fragments.
How he loved to laugh, that he enjoyed good food.
We never even got a chance to properly talk.
Talk?
I feel like I'm a ghost.
I miss a warm human word.
Like a sausage, for example.
The last supper of Tomas Pacovsky.
This has to end.
I'll carry out my resurrection right now.
We know you feel cramped in that apartment, like...
Like a drowned man in a coffin, you know, bro?
But you only have to hold out until today.
And you know what?
With that thing on your head, you're barely recognizable.
No?
No.
Disguise yourself a bit more and feel free to go outside for some air.
At least then I can bring the senior tour group upstairs and show them the bedroom.
Yeah, you look terribly pale.
Come on, half-dead, go, go get some fresh air, go, go.
What'll you have?
Paci's lager, want Pilsner Glory or Pacifola?
Yes, you're in the bar frequented by the famous and dead Tommy Paci.
Tommy and I were very close, my son looks a lot like him.
Simona, what's the meaning of this?
What?
I'm just making money.
Advertising like crazy, didn't cost me a thing.
You can't be serious?
You know how many people come here now?
Like this woman.
She's here every day.
And she even cleans for me.
This place used to be such a dump and now it's nice.
Libuska, good day.
It's you.
You hyena.
Oh no!
I'm Tommy Paci, I'm not dead, I'm alive.
How dare you?
Like this.
Wait, calm down, look, wait, ID card, I'm Tommy Paci, read it, read it.
See, that's me.
For you.
I'm fascinated by how quickly you got through it.
But that's mainly thanks to you.
Some people take months, but you managed the whole thing in two days.
It's clear you can handle your father's death on your own now.
On my own?
My dad is dead?
Oh damn.
We're back to denial.
This has never happened to me.
I could tell this wasn't going to be a simple case.
So could I.
What is this paw doing here?
And who are you?
Her father.
And alive.
Alive!
Ivo, what is this supposed to mean?
Daddy?
Where have you been, Tomas?
Bro, you'll put us in the grave.
I brought you to a grave.
Look at what your circus is doing to people.
People, huh?
Iva is being comforted by someone.
Simona, whose bar is packed, has never been happier.
Tomas, think of the business.
So I'm supposed to choose between money and life?
You want me to be dead?
Well?
Tomas, keep it down.
We're alone here.
Tomas, have you heard?
You're in the papers again.
And they're writing very nice things about me.
I wouldn't be surprised if people wanted to lynch me now.
Easy, bro.
From what I hear, nothing is decided yet.
Definitely not.
Really everything?
Yeah, everything.
Do I have to return the beer too?
Yeah.
OK fine, you can keep the beer you already drank.