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The flu epidemic has fully broken out in seven regions already.
People are not following basic prevention rules.
They linger in risk zones and don't maintain safe distance from the infected.
The epidemic is also spreading because many still find a few hundred crowns for vaccination too much.
Caution is free.
Well well, what are you doing here in the risk zone?
I came to make some immunity-boosting tea.
That new haircut really suits you.
You need something?
Wanna play Crazy Eights?
Please.
I don't play with the infected, tell Ozzak.
You're treating me like I have leprosy.
Michal's got the premiere of his new musical on Thursday and I'm not missing it just because I catch the flu from my irresponsible daughter.
I'm not irresponsible.
I'm sick.
You can't play with Ozzak.
Every time he gets a ten, he gets a craving for beer.
Do you know where my mug is?
Can I have some tea?
Iva, how could you?
It's written right there.
Fine, I'll wash it for you.
No, wash it yourself.
Do you know where we keep the bleach?
I'm bringing medicine.
I don't want it.
Ivuska, don't be stubborn.
Look, I'm just not going to treat myself with rum.
You've been home for two weeks with your chemical crap.
It's just eating you up from the inside.
And rum doesn't, right?
Rum is more like... warming.
I don't need warming up when I have a fever.
Ivuska, it's medicine.
Does it say that anywhere?
Yeah, where?
Rapid Universal Medicine.
I'd rather stick with my drops, okay?
How about a game of Crazy Eights?
Sure.
Taking two?
Hmm, damn.
I need to take care of something.
Sorry!
Of course.
Say hi to Simona.
Hey.
Oh right.
When's Sasa coming?
She's taking forever.
Why?
She's got a heavy bag.
Come on in.
Wanna play Crazy Eights?
Me?
Great.
What's new at school?
We're gonna have a test in Czech.
What?
Did you say we're gonna have a test in Czech?
No.
Yeah?
I said we're going to have a written test in Czech.
I brought you oranges.
Oh, thanks.
Want me to peel one for you?
What?
The orange.
Peel it?
Yeah, peel.
Out.
But...
Out!
I never would have said Michal David would get into something so controversial.
I read that he wanted to do Saint Wenceslas, but Janek Ledeck has already registered that.
And why doesn't he do Masaryk?
Osvaldova and Soukup already have that one.
There's a huge fight over musical subjects, Tomas.
There's an article about it right here.
They write that among famous books only Dasenka is available, and among presidents only Zapotocky.
Klaus is going to have a musical too?
In the fall.
Lucka Bila will play him.
They also write here that Klaus will come to the premiere.
Don't you really want to take Iva instead, if it's going to be such an event?
She's still sick.
Isn't she getting better?
She is.
She's stopped drinking from a sippy cup.
You're overdoing it with the caution.
I know very well how allergic Michal is to coughing in the audience.
One throat clearing and he cancels the show.
Really?
Yes.
Last year he had a concert in a lung clinic and didn't even finish the nonstop set.
That would be quite embarrassing if the president didn't get to see the whole thing because of me.
So I'll get to see a live president.
And you've never seen one in person?
Have you?
In '88 I was at President Husak's meeting with the youth.
It was called Socialism, the Future of Mankind.
That must have been quite an event.
I remember it perfectly.
We all had to bring indoor shoes because they'd just laid new linoleum in the Spanish Hall.
Segman forgot his, so he had to stand there in his socks.
Then they played the Song of Labor, the president came in, shook all our hands, said "how are you" and we went home.
Segman had to take a taxi because someone hid his shoes.
And what about the president?
What was he like?
Well, I remember he faintly smelled of cabbage.
Here's two more.
What is it?
There's a bear tied up and someone's beating it.
Jesus.
I'll pick a different game.
Yeah, but put the bear on the bottom.
That dog is dead.
It's just sleeping.
You think?
I'm done with this.
I've been stuck at home all week.
Ozzak treats me with rum, Lexa keeps staring at me, Dad's disgusted by me, and you're afraid of a stomach ace.
She looks like Mom when Lexa shaves with her razor.
Let me try another one.
Forget it.
There's a dog, a mouse, the mouse is riding the dog, that's funny.
Wouldn't you rather play Scrabble?
How about I tell you what happened at school instead?
Sure, great.
What's everyone up to?
What about Benes?
I don't know, but we're having a Czech test.
Lexa said, well, he tried to say.
It's after Wolker, so copy it, because Tokarska said she won't excuse late absences.
She can go to hell.
Why is it all smudged?
Because that Wolker had such a sad fate.
So you were crying again, like when we did Nemcova?
It was such a tough class.
Great, now I can't even read it.
Then copy it from Lexa.
You carry Lexa's stuff in your bag?
Well, his bag got taken by an orangutan at the zoo.
Oh right?
So Mom said it's not worth buying another one for the few years left.
Shouldn't Lexa be carrying the bag instead?
We take turns.
This year it's my turn.
Geez, he even copied the poems.
Holy Hills.
More like Holy Hill, right?
He probably miswrote it.
The boobs of Iva Pacovska, they're really enormous?
I've had enough!
When we run the fifteen hundred, Lexa runs backwards to see my boobs.
In family education he grabbed my butt, and I threw out the baby with the bathwater, and now he's going to write dirty poems about me?
And to top it off, he thinks they're really enormous.
Young Krutova's boobs, those aren't like that anymore.
Is he blind or what?
Krutova is excused from gym class because she knocked her teeth out on the trampoline with those things.
I don't have D cups.
I think it's metonymy.
Copy that too.
What's that?
A figurative expression based on inner similarity.
Now it's all much clearer.
Lexa says your boobs are perfect and just the right size.
For the hand.
Wait, wait, wait.
He talks to you about my boobs?
Yeah.
Mom refuses to discuss it with him and he's too embarrassed in front of Mr. Ozzak.
And that doesn't bother you?
You get used to it.
Yeah.
When he can't sleep, he counts them.
That bugs me a little.
I've tried everything.
I dropped it on sugar for her.
I put it in her tea.
I even made rum mashed potatoes.
But she just refuses to take the medicine.
That's because you're spoiling her.
How so?
Well, anyone would love that.
Lying around at home in the warm, watching TV.
I just turn off the heating, the electricity, throw a bat into the room, and the next day she's happy to go cough her way to school.
Hey, Lexa.
Hi there, Bejku.
One lemonade.
Did the tap water run out?
I'll pay for it.
What's wrong?
I brought her oranges and she kicked me out.
She won't take medicine, I told you.
The flu has to be treated, otherwise it can develop into something worse.
What a mess.
Nonsense, my mom always said the flu needs to be walked off.
Yeah, I once tried to walk off the flu at the pub and I ended up with twelve bumps on my forehead.
When you sneeze, you gotta hold onto your beer.
That can't even stand up.
What if it can?
She's coughing a little, you're making a big deal of it.
And by the way, that guy we studied today who died of a cough, did he die?
He probably didn't want to get treated.
Must have been some weakling.
And by the way, Tokarska said he was a great man.
He was the one who wrote that poem about getting smaller and smaller.
A poem?
Lexa, you know what we agreed on?
What's wrong with poems?
Every man should write one once in a while.
Mr. Ozzak, you write poems too.
Usually it hits me about an hour after lunch.
Maybe we could learn that in your shop too.
Nonsense, nobody reads books, Lexa.
If you want people to read it, you have to shove it right in their face.
Lexa is not going to write any poems.
We're speaking hypothetically.
So where then?
Where.
Where people have to go and where they have time to read.
Ozzak, so you're the one writing those dirty poems on the bathroom door.
On the bathroom door?
Awesome!
Hold on, hold on.
And who's going to pay?
Mr. Ozzak...
You got twelve crowns?
Sure, Lexa, go ahead, I'll cover for you.
Put it on my brother's tab.
Don't you feel weird?
I'm simply following basic prevention rules.
But if you don't like it, I can leave.
That cough of yours isn't getting any better.
Better?
Ozzak was complaining that you won't take medicine.
Ozzak's the one who needs treatment.
Hi, Iva.
What's up, Lexa, you scared of me?
It's prevention.
Don't you wanna play Crazy Eights with Iva?
No.
Iva, Sasa said you have my Czech notebook.
Sasa told me what you count when you can't fall asleep.
Can I have it?
No.
Wait, Iva, you haven't copied it yet?
I haven't.
And I'd rather nobody else copied it either.
Come on Iva, that's selfish.
That's prevention.
It was just the beginning.
I'd recommend you don't take it any further.
I meant well.
Wait, are you still talking about the notebook?
Of course.
Right, I'll just take the notebook and go.
The notebook stays here.
And if I were you, I wouldn't stick my snout in here again, or you'll get smacked across it.
Come on Iva, Lexa doesn't have a snout.
That was metonymy.
Well well.
Tomas, the first review is out.
Already?
Listen.
The gripping duet of Hitler and Mussolini, Decibels of War, draws from the very best we've known from Michal David.
But what the audience can really look forward to.
Is the vocal choir of the Laughing Beasts.
Well, that's gonna be a hit.
I heard the opening song this morning, it really got to me.
Wait, how did it go?
They'll be executed, they'll be executed, na, na, na, na, na.
Something like that.
That'll be K.H. Frank's aria from the second act.
And did you know Michal David actually plays a role himself?
Really?
Yeah.
The author himself, with charming modesty, takes only the small role of Saint Wenceslas, who in the stunning finale saves the nation by riding out of the mountain on a white horse with the Blanik knights, played by the historical fencing group Palecek.
Who wrote this?
Vladimir Stancel, he specializes in Michal David.
I also need to buy a poster and ask him to sign it for Iva.
Yeah.
Even though she doesn't deserve it at all, she's absolutely unbearable.
She's probably not feeling well.
I tell you, I'll be glad to get out of the house for a bit.
Only six?
She got medicine.
Antibiotics?
More like a syrup.
In a banana.
Thank God.
Hopefully she'll be even better tomorrow.
Definitely.
And if not, she's got a bucket by the bed.
Cheers, bro.
What would I do without you.
What's this?
I don't know.
Lexa Ales Krabe.
The boobs of Iva Pacovska, they're really enormous.
Wow bro, you're a poet.
One Wolker, please.
What's up?
Well, you're kind of one too.
You've got a poet at home.
And look in the back, by the Wolker.
That's why I ordered the Wolker.
Well, as a joke.
I'll have a beer.
Iva is beautiful like a statue, because she isn't flat.
I clearly told him poems should be banned.
Come on, kid, that's so silly.
Silly, huh?
He once sent this to a children's magazine.
Mommy, mommy, mommy, why are we always alone?
We're cold, we're hungry, come take care of us.
And he was nine years old.
Well, he's got a nice rhyme going.
Yeah, but try explaining poetic license to social services.
He takes after his dad.
He's the one who got me into poems.
Well those must be better than this, right?
The boobs of my Simona are like two little lemons.
Wait, you're not gonna pick up any girl with something that stupid.
You have no idea how that turns a girl on.
First he tried the sweet stuff on me, like my love, you smell like rain.
Wait, rain, right?
Tar.
You know I used to work as an asphalt layer.
So I threw that one back in his face, and he tried again.
But as soon as he pinned the lemons poem on my door, I went crazy for him.
And we spent a week sweating in a trailer.
You can't ring six times.
Sorry.
How are you feeling?
Lousy.
But I've stopped coughing.
What day is it?
Thursday.
That can't be.
The last thing I remember is eating a banana on Tuesday.
I rang yesterday and Mr. Ozzak said you were at a checkup, you don't remember?
Nothing since the banana.
Anything new at school?
Lots of stuff.
In Czech the Slovak cultural foundation, in shop class screws and bolts, and in math matrices.
I never understand what you're talking about.
I'll let you copy it.
So nothing interesting.
No.
Except for the rush at the boys' bathroom during break.
Was it the spitting contest again?
I don't know, but Lexa got detention for it.
So, the spitting contest.
Anything else?
Some seniors were asking about you.
About me?
What did they want?
Well, when they found out you weren't there, they wanted your phone number.
At first I didn't want to give it to them, but they took my biology notebook and started ripping out pages.
35 new texts?
From guys?
Hey, who's Tibor?
Oh, that troublemaker from the senior class.
The one with the motorcycle?
I don't know, but he was the worst of them, he ripped out my arthropods chapter.
Oh my God, oh my God!
Benes is texting me.
Hi Iva, we all miss you here, some more than others.
Aren't you lonely at home?
How's the flu?
Do you need any vitamins?
I'm free tonight, I could come over.
Benes.
Sasa, Benes wants to come to my place tonight.
The answer is?
Yes.
Iva!
What?
Dad's going to the premiere and Ozzak will be at the pub.
Benes is going out with Machova.
So what, does Machova have a patent on him?
She does kickboxing.
Kropackova just lingered with Benes in the locker room and ended up eating through a straw for six weeks.
You're sick, quit being silly.
It's no big deal.
He'll bring me tangerines, we'll just kiss.
Iva.
Talk, I meant to say talk.
Oh, you're up?
Yeah.
And how are you feeling?
Fine.
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine.
That's great, fine.
Dad?
Yeah?
Are you okay?
Why?
Well, you just said "fine" about seventeen times.
Really?
Yeah.
Well, I'm off.
It's not Lexa, is it?
No.
Good.
Do you get it?
No.
Hello.
Hi, Lexa.
Is Mr. Ozzak here?
No.
Oh.
Will he be back?
He went to see Mr. Metlos, so I figure he'll show up by the end of the week.
I wanted to ask something.
If you were a woman and somebody upset you, what would he have to do for you to forgive him?
An apology always helps.
And if you add a flower on top of that?
Mom says flowers are for sissies.
That women appreciate a cash gift more.
Every woman is different.
But a flower always works on a normal woman.
Could I borrow this one?
No, that one's for Michal David.
Oh.
And this one?
That's for his horse.
We're going to the premiere tonight and I'm bringing them on stage.
Is Mr. Pacovsky going too?
Of course.
He was even invited.
I'm just his escort.
Then I'll sort it out today.
Wish me luck.
Goodbye.
Good day.
What did he want?
Oh, he's having some trouble in love.
But I'm sure he and his sweetheart will sort it out tonight.
Oh dear.
Tomas, I was thinking you could go up on stage first and give this to the horse.
Because the florist said asparagus calms horses down.
What else did he say?
That when a horse sees asparagus, it goes for it.
No, what did Lexa say?
Actually, nothing.
It would be very kind of you to take care of the horse.
You see, I'm terribly afraid of those creatures.
Marcelka.
I'm afraid I won't be presenting any bouquet tonight.
Excuse me?
I'm just not going anywhere.
You said you wouldn't be presenting any...
You're not going?
Family reasons.
Did something happen?
It could.
But you were so looking forward to it.
Well, sometimes sacrifices must be made.
That's the name of Eduard Benes's aria from the prologue.
You can tell me about it tomorrow.
Well, I'm off.
Have a great time.
Yeah, I will.
When will you be back?
Why?
Well.
So I know when to expect you.
Well, don't wait up for me tonight, no, I...
You know, premiere, reception.
I haven't seen Michal in years.
Right, say hi to him then.
Yeah, yeah.
You've got everything?
Why?
Well, so you don't have to come back.
Oh, I wouldn't come back, no, I...
Once I head out, I don't come back.
Have a good time, you two.
You sure you don't want to come with me after all?
Marcelka will understand.
No.
I just don't feel up to it yet.
Too bad.
Well, bye.
And get better.
I will, I will.
Bye bye.
Bye.
Renata, what are you doing here?
I came to chat.
What do you want to chat about?
About Benes.
What happened to him?
Nothing serious, just bruises.
He'll be fine soon, though texting will be tough for a few days.
He just wanted to bring me tangerines.
You'd think after what happened to Kropackova, everyone would be careful.
But no.
Every girl without a boyfriend will keep trying it with him.
But that's not me.
I have a boyfriend.
Sure.
No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I really am going out with someone.
Really.
Nobody knows about it.
We're keeping it secret.
Because of my dad.
He's a total psycho and if he found out, he'd kill us both.
So who are you going out with?
That's exactly what I can't tell you.
What if your dad got it out of you?
Can your father do a roundhouse kick with his heel?
Probably not.
Then relax.
Geez, Mr. Ozzak forgot his keys again, right?
Iva!
Good thing you're here, come on.
So that's him.
Whoa, Machova, what are you doing here?
Bucek, right.
Yeah.
What?
He just wouldn't have occurred to me.
Yeah, me neither at first.
But he's great.
Sensitive, attentive, hard-working.
Where are you taking that ficus, Lexa?
It's for you.
See?
He's always bringing me flowers.
Thanks, sweetie.
Sweetie?
You two are really going out?
Of course.
Wow.
Ugh, enough.
What's going on here?
Dad, what are you doing here?
What about the door?
Ozzak forgot his keys again.
Lexa isn't here by any chance, is he?
Why?
Because I know everything.
What did I tell you?
Hello.
Who's this?
Well, this is Renata, a classmate.
What's she doing here?
They came to visit me.
With Lexa.
You said you'd be home alone.
And you said you wouldn't be coming back.
How can I not come back when I know what I know?
What's going on with you and Lexa?
Dad, you've completely lost it.
There's nothing between me and Lexa.
What?
You think I'm blind?
That I don't see how he's always here, bringing you oranges.
And don't think I don't know about those poems.
There's this.
Fine, okay, so he tried, yeah.
See?
But that was ages ago.
He's got a girlfriend now.
Lexa?
Yeah.
This is Renata.
What?
Renda, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, but Dad will understand.
Dad, she has a terrible life.
Her father is a crazy nutcase.
He thinks that if she starts dating a boy, she'll be pregnant within a week.
He goes through her things, makes scenes, to find out if she has a boyfriend.
Right, Renda?
Well, yeah.
And there's nothing sexual between you and Lexa, right?
Absolutely not.
Lexa, would you ever think of that?
No.
And this is exactly what her dad can't understand.
But you'd understand, right?
Well, I do.
Please, just never tell anyone you saw them here together, okay?
Please.
I won't go spreading it around.
Don't worry.
I should get going.
Well, what are you waiting for, sweetie?
Wow.
You don't have it easy either.
Goodbye, Mr. Pacovsky.
Bye, bye, bye.
Listen, what did she mean that you don't have it easy?
You know, how Ozzak keeps breaking down the door and I have to deal with it.
Right.
Well, I'm off, even if I leave right now, I might still make it for the lagers.
Iva, I came to ask who I'm actually going out with.
Because I don't think it's Machova.
That's good.
And with you?
Well, the truth is, today was the first time I was actually glad to see you walk through the door.
But that was an exceptional situation.
And now things will go back to normal.
So just friends again.
Friends.
Sure.
Can we at least play Crazy Eights?
Crazy Eights?
Out.
I'm Emil Hacha, all day I'm scheming what he'll do next.
He's amazed, Benes is amazed, from London I only hear reproaches.
The Munich Agreement, yeah I wave my right hand, I'm Emil Hacha.
Who was that?
Out.