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Sure, Mom, we're fine.
The storm pretty much missed us.
And did you excuse me at school?
Wow, meningitis with suspected mononucleosis.
Wow, Mom, you're really great, thanks.
Yeah, we're opening soon, we're second in line.
Bye then.
How many?
Give me everything you've got.
No way, that's it!
That's it!
So, where are we headed?
Don't even ask, Mr. Pacovsky.
It's sold out.
Damn it.
Mom will hug you.
Really?
Yesterday she told me to get lost.
Yeah well, you have to promise her something in return.
Like, that you'll do the dishes or something.
Ah.
See you later.
What happened to you, Mr. Ozzak?
They came with Tonya and still wanted to go to the concert.
Come on, Ozzak, don't worry about Tonya, you've already seen the Stones anyway.
Every one of their concerts is unique.
That's just because they forget the lyrics.
And besides, this is definitely their last tour.
But they said that the last time and the time before.
This one is guaranteed to be the last.
Ozzak, I'll show you something that'll definitely cheer you up.
I've got something much better here than tickets to one Rolling Stones concert.
You have tickets to all the concerts?
Even better.
Nothing better exists.
Voila, Scrabble.
I don't know this band.
What is it, Marcelka?
You don't know it, Tomas?
An amazing game.
Yeah, but I know it.
We played it on a ski trip.
And I had totally crappy letters, but in the end I managed to spell "somersault."
And I won.
Well, I applaud the somersault.
I recently managed "masturbation."
Well, how does that compare to my somersault?
I think masturbation is way easier.
Yeah, so try it then, if you're so smart.
In front of you? No way.
I'd rather do the somersault.
And who do you play with?
A week ago I became a member of the Czech Scrabble Association.
But if you want to play?
Well, probably not.
I understand.
You're afraid of losing.
Excuse me.
You've forgotten about my somersault.
Your somersault and my masturbation can't even be compared.
And what's harder about masturbation?
Let's settle this then.
Fine, tonight at our place.
But at least three of us, otherwise I won't enjoy it.
Dad?
Well sure, why not?
Ozzak?
Don't you want to play with us after all?
Rockers don't play kiddie games.
Yeah, and I'm here.
"Cyst," and I add "poli," and that makes "policeman."
Ozzak, "cyst," as in a closed pathological cavity of various origin and content, is spelled with a Y.
Whereas "policeman" is spelled with a soft I.
You don't know this cop who's really tough.
In Guts she's right, a "policeman" with a hard I is no policeman at all.
So go tell him that!
What's wrong with him?
Tell his kids that, tell his wife!
No, Ozzak, this game has rules and we have to follow them.
What is that?
The International Scrabble Association dictionary.
Every word in the world is in there.
And I'm putting X next to U, which gives us KSU.
For triple points, so that's thirty-three points.
And what's ksu?
Ksu is nothing, she's cheating.
Ksu is a Vietnamese coin.
Here, please.
Really?
The fact is, bro, is Marcelka playing by the rules?
Rules are meant to be broken.
And I'll put here.
Chair.
And "chair" is...
"Chair" doesn't exist.
Oh.
And what am I sitting on?
"Chair" isn't in the dictionary.
Oh, what's this then?
That's "chidle," Ozzak is missing an R.
Wait, that must be some kind of printing error.
What's written is final.
We play by the rules, right bro?
But the rest of us will finish the game, right?
I win, by forfeit.
You simply can't handle losing, Mr. Ozzak!
That's right.
I can handle it perfectly well, actually.
And if I wanted to, I would have lost a long time ago.
I have two pieces of news for you, Mr. Ozzak.
The good one is, if we pull it off, we'll come out right in Mick Jagger's dressing room.
Super, Bejk.
And the bad one?
That we won't pull it off.
There is a passageway through the sewers, but our chances are almost zero.
What kind of problem could there be that the two of us couldn't solve?
It's completely flooded with water.
I can dive, my boy.
At the lake I lasted five minutes underwater before they fished me out.
What am I?
Fat.
What?
Cool, but fat.
That passageway is only 25 centimeters wide.
Ah, well look.
Yeah!
We'll drill through here with a jackhammer and that's it.
Wow!
You think if we drill through like crazy they won't notice us?
You wouldn't believe what happened to me today.
Zoran got three tickets to Rolling Stones from a sponsor.
My husband isn't exactly a big fan of Rolling Stones, so he wanted to throw the tickets away.
And I told him, darling, if you don't want those tickets, I'll gladly take them.
So I, I now have three tickets to Rolling Stones.
Everyone who's anyone will be at the concert.
So I'll go too, even though the music means nothing to me.
And now, Tomas, tell me what I should do with the remaining two tickets.
Would you know of anyone who'd want them?
Me, me, me, me, here, here, I want them.
If anyone comes to mind, Tomas, please tell them that the tickets go to whoever beats me at Scrabble.
I'll play against you.
Ozzak, you're here too?
What were you saying?
I want to beat you at Scrabble.
That's an amusing thought.
Tomas and Iva will play too.
Why? Bro, yesterday we had to swear to you that we'd never touch those stupid letters again.
Scrabble is an excellent social game that develops the mind.
And I'm asking you not to say such ugly words like "stupid letters" here in front of Marcelka.
So the rule about whoever says the word "ksu" sleeps at the train station is no longer in effect?
Bro, don't be a pain.
Ozzak, get up.
Is it morning already?
No, it's already noon.
You missed the morning shift at the shop, you're going to practice Scrabble.
I am practicing.
You think you'll learn it by sleeping on it?
It worked for me at school.
You didn't even finish school.
Because I'm dumb.
Have you ever tried stuffing an entire globe under your pillow?
So that's really your only training method?
Of course not.
For lunch I made myself alphabet soup.
Sorry for briefly thinking that sleeping on the dictionary was the stupidest study method.
I actually know way more words than yesterday.
Yeah, alright, show me.
C-V-N-X-C-V.
For God's sake, bro, what did you make that alphabet soup from?
Well, that's great.
And how do you plan to play Scrabble tomorrow?
You can make a word even with four letters.
Yeah?
Yep.
Watch this.
And there you go.
Wait, these letters weren't here a moment ago?
Surprise, right?
A miracle.
Damn.
Is something else falling out of your hair?
That's dandruff.
No.
That's V. R. Behind the ear, U. And on the tongue?
J.
I'd rather not know where you've got the P hidden. Look, here we have RDEL.
One word comes to mind.
Mine too.
Mine too, but it probably isn't in the dictionary.
Well, if you're thinking of the same word as me, it is in the dictionary.
Oh, how strange.
Whenever I'm nervous, my whole body itches.
And there it is.
You should wash yourself sometimes.
"Krdel"?
I was expecting more of a vulgar word.
Everyone has different taste.
I'll check if it's in the dictionary, but I seriously doubt it.
So that's your secret weapon, bro.
We're screwed.
"Krdel."
Old Czech expression for abundance.
You have 18 points.
And here I have a word.
Delicacy.
And that gives us 80...
...
60 points.
I won.
Say goodbye to the tickets.
If we played a proper game, I'd wipe the floor with you.
You think?
Unless you're scared, that is.
Never.
Trump, trump, and seven to finish.
I'd like to chop a brick in half with my bare hand.
Want to see?
No.
Fine, so what do we play now?
I remember one we used to play at school.
Damn, how did it go.
Hold on, I'm not playing spin the bottle.
Yeah!
Someone has to go behind the door.
Yeah, I'll go.
I'll go first, okay?
And then what?
I don't know.
This is getting ridiculous.
We're so sorry, Marcelka.
The door must have gotten jammed somehow yesterday.
That's not what I'm talking about.
Oh, then what?
There won't be a concert.
What?
What do you mean there won't be?
The Stones broke up?
Richards fell apart.
It's going to rain!
The concert is still on, but the tickets are gone.
Somebody stole them from me.
Oh, I see.
Why don't you just say right away that nothing happened?
Wait, bro, you think it's fine that someone stole Marcelka's tickets?
Yeah, she wouldn't have given them to us anyway.
I just don't understand it.
Alright, and when did you last see them?
At your place.
And what are you trying to say by that?
Nothing, just where I last saw them.
Well, that sounded pretty suspicious.
It sounded like "you stole my tickets."
I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way.
But I was standing behind that door for so long, and then you were throwing my things out the window...
Well, there was no other way.
I just don't know where I put them.
You simply lost them, but the first thing you say is Ozzak stole my tickets.
No, Ozzak, I didn't mean to say that and I'm sorry you took it that way.
Fine, I'll take it as a momentary lapse of sanity, because if something like that happened to me...
I'd go next door to the closet and hang myself.
I'm not taking it that hard.
Too bad.
Remind me how it goes... So, Tomas, I'm ordering that young Mondrakova and we're crossing that Nohavica off the list.
How could you do this to me?
Bro, not waking you up when you oversleep is a family tradition.
How could you hide those tickets when you know full well what they mean to me?
Maybe you should go lie down.
You shouldn't be selling in this state.
Marcelka is right.
Oh really!
So you've all conspired against me, huh?
You stole my tickets and now you're playing dumb, pretending you know nothing?
What tickets?
Ozzak.
It was me who lost tickets to Rolling Stones.
I'm talking about my tickets!
And where did you get tickets to Rolling Stones?
I can't say!
I'd endanger someone close to me.
You stole Marcelka's tickets.
There's theft and then there's theft.
This theft was justified.
What?
Sure, for her they're just three slips of paper she'll wrap us around her finger with, but for me, for me, bro, for me they're tickets to heaven.
To hell, actually.
To the cauldrons.
I hope you burn there alive.
So you hadn't hidden my tickets.
On top of that, we've lost someone who worked here.
That would suit you, wouldn't it?
So what am I supposed to do now?
The rope is in the closet.
Whatever, we'll see from home.
Your old man can't possibly be bothered by this.
Life is so unfair.
This is exactly how Rolling Stones sound from a can.
And anyone who has archaeological tendencies like me and wants to hear them live should prick up their ears now.
The contest for tickets to tomorrow's concert continues.
Only for die-hard fans of the rolling boulders.
Call five sevens and two twos.
And we have our first contestant.
I hope you're a die-hard Stones fan, because otherwise you'll get zilch, not tickets.
What's your name, buddy?
Ozzak!
Sit tight, cowboy, because this is gonna be rough.
The question is.
What large animals were discovered in Congo in 1901?
A: okapis, B: pipes, or C: sheet metal.
Answer immediately.
Can I phone a plumber friend?
Okapis, pipes, sheet metal.
Quickly now.
Well come on, quickly.
But they're okapis!
You blew it, cowboy.
A doofus like you wouldn't enjoy the concert anyway.
Take care, and the rest of us will be competing for Rolling Stones tickets again tomorrow at this time.
Again.
Don't worry about it, bro.
It was too complicated.
Well, I've been listening since this morning.
Of today's doofuses, you were the best.
That guy just doesn't want to let anyone win.
Like Mamba.
But Marcelka could handle him.
I can feel it in my bones that today luck will finally smile on someone.
Our first contestant has already gotten through.
Good afternoon.
Alright, listen up, sweetie, stick out your tongue and tell me what's correct.
Alfred Nobel got a patent for: A, dynamite, B, common sense, or C, a sewing machine.
Dynamite.
I think.
That's tough.
Nobel invented the sewing machine, didn't he?
Only primitives call in to these contests.
Sorry, babe, but the correct answer is A, dynamite.
After the song, we'll compete for tickets once more, and this time for the last time.
These radio contests just have no standards anymore.
What if we said?
Maybe, kid.
When a woman says no, she always means yes.
And when she says maybe, she's getting ready to say no, which means she's really saying yes.
Wait, bro, is there any possibility that a woman actually means no?
No.
Man.
I have to go see Iva.
Go through Mamba.
Marcelka, you look really great today.
Just like Angelina Jolie.
Full lips and an athletic body.
And you look best when you're calling in to the contest.
Pack your bags, little boy.
You won't talk me into it.
And zip up your fly.
Or at least put on some underwear.
I'm telling you, she'll be begging to call in to the radio.
Watch me.
Excuse me.
Please.
Well, I just got really angry, let me tell you.
I have my reasons.
Well, no.
Don't take this personally, Marcelka, but that contest is out of your league.
What?
I'm saying that you're not cut out for that radio contest.
We can easily handle such a dimwitted little contest.
Look, a lot of people listen to the radio, and if you got it wrong...
Tomas, you know very well that I basically never get anything wrong.
Wait, you actually want to win the contest?
Of course.
I'd like to see that.
Me too.
Then give me the number and get out of the shop.
Five.
Give me the phone number for the radio and leave me alone.
And we're starting the final round of the contest for tickets to the concert of the decade.
The concert starts in less than three hours.
And who's gotten through to us?
Good afternoon, this is Marcela from Prague.
A fangirl called Marcelka.
So how old are you, kitten?
Kindly keep your sexist remarks to yourself and get started already.
I don't have that much time.
Oh, so the kitty is showing her claws.
For that, you'll get no hints.
Let's get to it then.
Who first proposed a steam engine?
Stevenson?
Papin?
Hero of Alexandria, in Egypt.
Around the year 100.
Excellent.
Moving on.
When did the day start being divided into 24 hours?
The day has 24 hours?
About three thousand years BC, in Mesopotamia.
Even better, girl.
And the last question.
What was invented in China in the year 696?
Porcelain?
Mechanical clocks, and they were driven by a waterwheel.
Brilliant for the third time.
Well, you're really top class.
So I've got three Rolling Stones tickets for you.
Sing something by them to prove you're a real fan.
But I...
I've got some kind of vocal cord problem right now, so it would be better without the singing.
The rules are clear.
No singing, no tickets, kitty cat.
Well then, fine.
Alright, I won't torture you anymore.
The contest was for Stones fans and that you definitely aren't.
After her, to the shop.
Come on!
What happened?
Marcelka couldn't sing.
She was in a tough spot.
Stop being stupid and give first aid.
Sparkling water.
Wait, I'll get some water.
Tomas, I didn't win.
It happens, Marcelka, worse things happen in life, right?
What worse things?
For me, life ends today.
I'll go to the hairdresser, buy new clothes, and wash myself for him.
Easy, easy, easy, Marcelka, it's alright, calm down, everything will be fine.
Thank you, Tomas, but could you let go of my hands? I'm lying on something and it's really poking me in the ribs.
Oh my God, these are my tickets.
What time is it?
Fourteen hundred hours.
Exactly, nineteen hours, seventeen minutes.
Then we'd better hurry if we want to make it.
Tomas.
Thank you.
Lexa.
Thank you, Mrs. Marcelka.
Ozzak.
Thanks.
You don't have to thank me, Ozzak.
I'm not giving you this ticket because I feel something for you, but because the music means nothing to me.
And I only carried you here so you wouldn't be lying on the shop floor.
A draw, huh?
You bet!
Marcelka, do you have a moment?
Of course.
Is something going on?
Would you like to play Scrabble?
I'd love to.
I can get no satisfaction.
That's good, I know that guy from somewhere, what is it.