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Hi.
I got everything except the mouthwash.
I still have some, and Ozzak gargles with the green one anyway.
I see you're in a good mood, bro.
I'm doing great too.
You won't believe it, some lady in the drugstore was just singing "Like Rain."
People still remember me.
At least once a month.
Back in the day, whole women's dormitories used to sing my songs.
You're still laughing at that.
Uncle.
We have to tell you something, but brace yourself for the worst.
Ozzak found an air rifle.
We have an air rifle?
We don't.
And we never did.
We sure did.
Look, uncle, let's not deal with that now.
You watch TV and I'll tell Dad, okay?
They're playing your song on TV right now.
A lot.
Hold on, it's about to come on.
That's fantastic.
I'm counting, about ten, nine.
It's not.
Eight.
It's not, you're wrong that they're playing me on TV again.
You'll see.
Three, two, one, now.
That's kind of weird, isn't it?
Well, that was entertaining.
And now, where's that air rifle?
In the pantry.
Four, two on the tram, plus the driver when she announced the route change, and in the drugstore almost all of them.
That gives us.
Eighty-two, but they're all women.
Ozzak, your brother is a star again.
Everyone's singing his songs.
All women.
So what?
Only women are singing his songs.
Well, he was always more of a ladies' singer.
Mambo, have you seen the air rifle anywhere?
It's not here.
And anyway.
What are you doing here?
Tomas was supposed to be here.
He's not coming.
He's having a bit of a crisis.
This will cheer him up.
Hi, Ivuska.
Put Dad on the phone, please.
Just take it to him.
Hello.
I'm just taking a look.
Tomas, I have something important for you.
Get dressed quickly and come out here.
Like Rain.
I was going to look in the storage room, but I'll wait for this.
Leos Mares singing Verdi.
Do you like romance?
Well.
You know, I'm going through a phase right now.
Oh please, you wouldn't happen to have it.
"You'll Soak Into Me Like Rain."
Unfortunately, that hasn't been released in years.
But you're in great luck.
The owner of this shop sings it.
No.
If you wait a moment, he'll come.
That's him.
So, what did you want?
Hello.
I wanted to thank you so very much.
You know, life is somehow easier with you.
What?
You'll always be with me whenever I have my days.
Is the boss here?
Where else would he be?
He doesn't even leave his room anymore.
Good God.
There's no point, he talks quietly.
He really doesn't leave his room at all?
Nope.
I stuck a hair in the door to check if he opened it.
And I put beef in gravy on the threshold.
And in the morning neither was there.
Turned out Ozzak ate both.
Brutal!
You'll get used to it.
We can't just leave it like that.
He's eaten worse things.
Ivuska, your dad is clearly having a midlife crisis.
He's having a crisis, I have a vacuum.
We all have our problems.
Don't underestimate it.
Zoran got hit with it fifteen years ago.
And if it weren't for the war in the Balkans, he never would've gotten over it.
And what am I supposed to do about it?
He has to sort it out himself?
I don't even blame him that everyone at school makes fun of me.
Iva, a man can't handle a midlife crisis alone.
He needs to know that someone still cares about him.
Yeah, if he started ironing, she'd see how much I'd care about him.
Ivuska, where's our iron?
Higher.
Hi.
Sis!
We have a visitor.
Hey, do you have any laundry that needs ironing?
Everything's already ironed.
Well, he can do it a second time, doesn't matter.
Everything's already ironed twice.
Sasa, do it at least for my sake, he's unbearable.
It's still weird to keep laundry in the fridge though.
I like being able to see into it.
At night you can browse magazines in the light.
Lexa, turn it off, everything's going to be cold.
Well, I'm going.
When I'm gone longer than fifteen minutes, he starts crying.
Bye.
The boys call them panties, but I don't mind.
Ryan.
Lower.
Lower?
Sis.
Felix, he was the only one who believed in me.
Hello.
Oh, it's nice that you're here.
Felix Varovsky.
In '87 he beat Frantisek Janicek in the pocket knife of the year category.
Ham and pasta is in the fridge.
He won a golden mace and a Moskvitch.
He always calls me "kid."
I'm betting on you.
And he wasn't the only one, Tomas.
Michal Penk wanted that song back then.
But Felix said no.
This kid here will make it big.
Meaning me.
Felix died.
But you're alive, Tomas, so do something.
I'm ironing.
If the commercial bothers you so much, try suing them to take it down.
You didn't even get any money for it.
Can't, I signed a contract with Felix.
Well!
A contract.
With Felix.
Yeah.
When he showed up at Holeckova's, he wrote me a song.
Wait, how did it go.
And so ends the merry tale of a singer with a bald...
See, you still sing beautifully.
Your clothes look kind of wrinkled.
Show me, I'll iron them for you.
I'm just happy I'm not pregnant again, that's all.
This can't go on like this.
I know the feeling.
It was close to Christmas.
Aren't there some disturbances brewing in the Balkans?
Zoran said nothing major.
And the nickname his uncle gave him doesn't exactly help either.
"One-pad" and write it on a sanitary pad.
That's what she calls him at home too.
Yeah.
And the more she laughs at him, the more Dad irons.
Ivuska, your dad could really use a success.
And what else does he want? They're already playing him on "The Perfect Woman."
I think he needs to sing again.
Well, that would really wipe the smirk off Ozzak's face.
See, all positives.
That sank in.
Felix died, but I have his son's contact.
Maybe he'd manage him.
No, everyone's already making fun of me.
You want him to start starching too?
Hey, you didn't go to the Nazareth concert?
They kicked me out at the entrance.
They noticed the creases on my jeans.
Can you see anything?
I feel like he even ironed my hair.
Where is he anyway?
At Holeckova's, he's got some rags there.
Great.
I'm going to go get a bit rumpled.
It's still your fault.
Mine?
Yeah, yours.
You keep picking on him and he's falling apart.
Well, true, he's a pretty easy target.
Maybe I'll go back to picking on Mambo.
At least she fights back.
I won't.
I enjoy it.
Uncle, he's your brother though.
And I'm his.
You know how embarrassed I am because of him?
You know what my friends call me?
Ozzak.
Yeah.
And?
They'd also show off if they found out who my brother is.
Be nicer to him, at least for my sake.
But it's not that simple.
Every time I-
I just can't help it.
Imagine if he were sick, if he were dying.
That would be intense.
Would you also tell him what his situation is?
If he asked?
Wait, I'll die first anyway, I'm older.
Uncle, you always have to tell him it's going to be fine.
Really?
It's simple, just say everything in reverse.
Like, he's not embarrassing and he can sing?
Yeah, it'll make him really happy.
And if you keep it up until the concert, I'll tell you where he hides the air rifle.
Iva?
What concert?
One of the four musketeers at six o'clock.
Sandokan.
He's ironing at the neighbor's.
She's pretty, almost as pretty as you.
I spoke with Artur and the situation isn't good.
The concert won't happen.
Too bad.
It turned out Felix really did bet on Tomas, but he bet that he'd be so stage-frightened he wouldn't even get on stage.
He even won once in Jelubevany.
Poor guy.
Uncle, you're only supposed to talk backwards to Dad.
I'm practicing.
We'll have to manage without Artur.
It's great that you came up with this.
I just don't know where it should be.
How about Strahov?
For God's sake, are you joking?
I've been his fan my whole life.
Really?
Would I lie to you?
You're not as dumb as you look either.
Thank you.
But Strahov right off the bat.
How about somewhere outside Prague, so he's not under so much pressure?
Sure.
Find a town with the most women in the 40+ category.
Excellent idea.
Total nonsense.
Thanks, uncle.
Hi.
Lida.
She'll come as soon as she finishes ironing the curtain with the amateur theater group.
The coat.
But the jacket is missing buttons and the rear looks like it's been shot through or something.
Maybe Pinkrat hid the air rifle in there.
So?
Did you find that 40+ town?
I did.
Babice.
But nothing will come of it.
They're booked solid through the end of the year.
Listen.
Hlozek, Kotvald, Jakub Smolik, Hlozek with Kotvald, and Sagvan Tofy.
Tomas probably isn't the only one with depression.
No, I won't have a beer.
He'll have a beer.
And slowly.
Quickly.
Make up your damn minds.
I get oversensitive too when I have my period.
I'd love to hear absolutely everything about that.
Isn't Mr. Ozzak also in a bad mental state?
He's the best he's been in the last ten years.
Auntie.
Yes?
Could you do something for my dad?
Depends on what.
We'd need him to sing here.
Absolutely not.
Never.
His songs are only good for driving Ozzak away.
They're not.
They're beautiful.
It's like someone's telling me everything will be all right again.
That I'll live a normal life again.
That my kids will turn out okay.
And that I finally won't be alone anymore.
Good thing it only lasts a week, right?
So it can be at the Badger?
Absolutely not.
Come on auntie, people, Ozzak would want it too, right uncle?
Yeah.
I'm not pouring you any more.
Well this is really fun then.
It'll work out.
We have a week for this, right?
He's not up for it, I'll call Berusek and cancel the big top.
Dad, we have something better for you than ironing.
Starching.
Singing.
Me?
Singing?
Like here?
And live?
You've always been best live.
What?
You always used to tell me to lip-sync.
I didn't always tell you that.
Yes you did.
Wait, but I can't anymore and I don't have and...
And why is it so soon?
It has to be by Saturday.
Simona will already have something then.
More like she won't have something.
And whose idea was it for me to sing?
Well...
Ozzak's.
That would never in a million years occur to me.
All right, Ivuska, I need to go rehearse.
Fine.
What if nobody comes?
I have the papers for a bus.
Tell me the ladies from Babice wouldn't love a trip to the capital.
You're as dumb as you look.
He meant well.
You'll soak into me like rain and I'll soak into you, you won't find such happiness.
Even if you went to heaven, when you carry me away like a hurricane, I won't care that I don't know where to land.
You'll soak into me like rain.
Oh, sorry bro, I, I was rehearsing.
That helps.
I don't know, I don't think it's a very good song.
Felix claimed a person wrote it, but it was actually that computer from Slusovice.
The one that wrote for Kamelie.
I already knew that.
Really?
Felix said nobody knew.
He even made up a pseudonym for it.
But I wanted to sing my own songs, but Felix never let me.
Don't know why.
Weird.
Right?
But I think I've got what it takes.
I'd write it differently though, you know, from the heart.
Yes, sincerely, from the heart.
You get it, so people can see who I really am, what kind of person I am.
Where are you going?
I feel sick.
I'm not going to the pub.
Yeah, my own song.
My very own song.
We're brothers, me and Ozzak.
This is for you, a beer in the freezer.
It's dumb having beer in the freezer.
Tomas.
Marcelka.
What are you doing here?
What were you singing?
I'm writing my own song.
But Radim Obvod always used to write for you.
And where's he now?
Probably off somewhere designing rockets.
And this one will be different, more human.
About my loved ones.
That's lovely.
About all of them?
Every single one.
Just tell me, what rhymes with "Ozzak"?
Lout.
That rhymes perfectly.
Marcelka, I'm serious.
And what about, like Pavel Vrba.
Ozzak, Ozzak, Cossack.
Ozzak, a horse wouldn't eat.
Say Ozzak, Cossack, fry up.
That's stupid.
But no, because there would be a train station.
What train station?
I don't know, like a symbol of a journey.
Ozzak isn't going anywhere right now, I'm the one going to Babice.
Well, have a good trip, Marcelka.
Marcelka, little bottom.
Aren't you at swimming?
I can't go to the pool this week, but I'm all the more excited to hear your dad sing again.
I'll stay here and I won't sleep under a bridge.
Uncle, Dad needs this.
Where is he?
In the bathroom.
He locked himself in and said he won't sing.
I don't feel like doing it live anyway.
Marcela called, she's already looking for a place to park the bus.
Is that the music?
I'll be normal now.
Oh well.
You're the best, you can do this.
Everyone will applaud.
Ozzak, I'm not an idiot.
You're not?
You're saying everything backwards, aren't you?
No.
I thought so.
Ivuska told me to practice for when you're dying.
She's a good girl.
She is.
Isn't she?
She is.
And Marcela is a cow.
There we go, you're finally talking normally.
Don't talk about Marcelka like that!
Do you know what she's doing for us?
As soon as I say what I think, you chew me out!
Are you saying I can't do it?
How am I supposed to talk?
You can't.
You can.
Tomorrow I'd be laughing at you.
But today you're making me emotional!
Simona!
Don't screw this up now.
Yes, I'll have a shot.
Radim Obvod, lyrics, Rene Relem.
But did you know that besides writing songs they also designed factories?
Now I'm going to get personal.
You know, I've been ironing a lot lately.
And I realized that life isn't a standing lemonade.
And in these moments what matters is whether your loved ones care about you and you care about them.
I can't believe it.
And I do care about my loved ones.
That's why I wrote them a song.
Those are pellets.
I'll take the money then.
Handbag, Cinderella, little bottom.
What's so damn hard about that?
I'll definitely come.
Goodbye.
So?
Wonderful.
Terrible.
Thanks.
How are you feeling, Dad?
Wonderful.
Awesome, everything back to normal?
No, no.
Marcelka is setting up more gigs for me.
Mambo, keep an eye on me.
I know where the air rifle is now.
I stoke up at the station of longing, from the warmth of your embrace, I ride north, I'm no longer with you.
It's a lonely and long road, only the disco ball points the way with its head.
You ask where I am, I travel around playing gigs and I miss your laughter.
I hope you'll believe that all these decibels mean nothing, I'd give everything I had just so you'd know.
That it breeds anger for you.