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Dude, awesome!
Marek, what are you doing here?
I've got a son, you know that?
Well, congratulations!
And is the mother doing okay?
Yeah, thanks for asking, well you know, she's in a retirement home now, but she's loving it there.
Wait, why are you bringing my mom into this?
No, I meant the mother of the child.
Oh, Jaruna!
Yeah, she's fine too.
I just need someone to watch the kid.
Just for the weekend.
God, I can't babysit an infant.
What infant, man?
He's nine.
I thought it was something recent.
Well, in a way it is recent.
I haven't really checked my mail for the last nine years.
But the important thing is it's a boy.
A tough guy like me.
You get it, right?
I have a daughter.
Yeah, I've got a few of those somewhere too.
But a man's gotta take care of a boy.
It's just that today everything went sideways, I'm stuck with the kid and I just got this gig.
The Americans are shooting a Lassie remake.
I'm doing the trainer.
You understand, you don't turn down a chance like this.
Yeah, I get it, but I...
Marek, that was a minute.
I'm not going to Slapy with you anymore.
Fine.
Hold on, please, babe.
Five minutes, I promise.
Okay, I'm setting my watch.
Bye.
Look, I get it, I'm a man too, but it really won't work.
You can't leave me in the lurch.
His mother is turning him into a total softie.
Can you imagine?
She makes him drink cocoa for breakfast.
Luckily he spits it out, takes after me.
But she already got him to carry a yellow pencil case with the Greenpeace logo.
I try to make a man out of him on weekends, but today it really won't work.
Marek, sorry.
You owe me.
Well, if you mean that New Year's Eve at the TV station before the taping, I actually had that under control.
Yeah, under control.
When I got to that party, the fat guys from Zizkov were holding you by the legs and Zazvorkova was shoving your head into a bowl.
We were arguing whether I could sing backwards.
It doesn't matter what you were arguing about.
The point is, if I hadn't shown up, the whole nation would've seen you with toilet paper on your head.
Marek, it really won't work, it's...
It will.
Because luckily, there's still Bruiser Tom.
Who?
You.
I spent all day explaining to him that there's only one man in the world who's tougher than me.
He's dying to meet you.
Marek, I'm more of an old fuddy-duddy.
Nonsense, you're a hero!
The kid was begging me on his knees for a weekend with you.
And what am I supposed to tell him now?
That he's not good enough for Bruiser Tom?
Or even that there's no such thing as Bruiser Tom?
That there's just an uncle who sips cocoa and nibbles cookies in a musty little shop full of sheet music?
Is that what you want?
He'd probably get over it somehow.
How did you feel when they told you there's no Santa Claus?
Awful.
Exactly.
No worries, man.
The kid is absolutely zero trouble.
He's earning scout badges.
Right now he's deflating the tires on every car in the street.
Nature conservation badge.
Got a problem with that?
No, I park in the courtyard.
Well there you go, nothing to worry about.
Look, he's got this little notebook for it, you just stamp it each time.
Chief!
Awesome, Bull!
Yeah!
Now watch this.
This is Bruiser Tom.
I can really stay here with him?
You bet.
Marek.
Fine, alright.
Yeah!
I won't let you down, Bruiser.
Yeah!
Oh damn.
Outlet.
Yeah, yeah.
There's a bomb at Slapy.
When it blows, the only thing sticking out of flooded Prague will be the Zizkov TV tower antenna.
Damn terrorists.
I'm sorry, guys, but someone's gotta sort them out.
You know everything?
Stay safe.
I'll rip the detonator, Dad.
I think it'll work without that.
Bye!
Will you sign my nature conservation badge?
Why are the cars in the courtyard all flat?
There's nothing here either.
You really can't buy her anything?
Mom says if we had money for gifts, we should just give it to her directly.
And our piggy bank is empty anyway, because the gas bill came.
What did you give her last year?
A giraffe made from chestnuts.
But she didn't really like it.
I see.
What's Lexa giving her?
Something that'll blow her away, for sure.
Really?
Last year he skipped lunch for a month.
Mom then bet Mr. Stodola she could go without eating longer than his python, and she won a snake fang.
Hey, sis.
So, got a gift yet?
Lexa, don't snatch.
I've already got it figured out.
Iva, could I hide at your place until Sunday?
No way.
Damn.
Then I'll have to go to the cellar.
I'm giving Mom a weekend without me.
Lexa!
What, wanna play?
Give her that too, you can stay with us.
Mom says if she has two kids, she wants two gifts.
Lexa, the cellar awaits.
Dad?
Bruiser what?
He must be crazy.
He yelled at me "you rat, if you snitch, I'll break both your arms."
So this is my den.
Den?
Lair.
I imagined it differently.
Well, the little one keeps cleaning up in here.
She must enjoy it.
Dad?
Good, scar-face.
Why scar-face?
That's right, boy.
Bull.
Sasa, leave us alone for a bit.
So bye bye.
Not for a bit.
Stop talking back and scram, you redhead.
Go!
What is this supposed to mean?
Don't be surprised, I'm Bruiser Tom.
This place is kind of soft though.
That's on purpose.
So people don't know what I'm really like.
Awesome.
Your handshake is impressive.
And your room is definitely bruiser-worthy.
You bet.
Scar-face.
Sure.
That's where you keep your machete collection, right?
Yeah.
Bruiser, huh?
Iva, I promised Uncle Marek I'd take care of his kid.
Why are you acting like an idiot?
I resent that.
Sasa is scared of you now.
This is a little rascal.
And his old man wants me to make a tough guy out of him.
He wants his son to be a badass and entrusts him to a guy who's been asking me for two days when the bread pudding will be ready?
Excuse me.
Today.
You're in for a surprise, Bruiser.
I didn't find the machetes.
But there's lots of hedgehogs.
I was wondering what kept stomping around in there.
You only have enough for food, right?
Yeah.
Awesome.
So for dinner, hedgehog soup or bread pudding, Bruiser Tom?
Hedgehog soup, hedgehog soup.
Were you playing hedgehog bowling?
Yeah, we had practice.
The league starts tomorrow.
Why didn't you say, I would've come.
This year I'm playing with Ziza.
With Ziza?
We always played together.
You're no fun to play with.
You lost two matches and in the fall you didn't even get new balls.
I can play with yours, right?
No, no, no.
Half a liter and they're still not for lending.
What are you writing?
Every wrong anyone's ever done to me.
I've been writing it since I was seven.
Just for insults about my nose I'm on my third notebook.
And why, it's not that bad.
What good will it do you?
One day I'll pay you all back with interest.
That's quite a lot.
I'll be lucky if this notebook lasts me till the end of the year.
Yeah.
And I still have to add the list of people who'll forget my name day this year.
You have a name day?
Sashenka, you're bringing me a gift.
Here I am.
As long as it's not something from carrots, chestnuts or potatoes again.
Sasa, a potato.
Shh.
What do you say about the Bruiser here?
Bread pudding for a tough guy.
And this?
What is it?
Yum, tripe soup!
Made from onions!
Oh, sorry, Bruiser Tom.
I'm just an ordinary scar-face.
Should I flush it down the toilet?
Hold on.
Am I supposed to go hungry?
There's plenty of soup, I made it from two hedgehogs.
Leave the soup for the little one then.
I'll just deal with this.
Ugh, I wouldn't want that.
Because you're still a little kid, but a man eats what there is.
Even if it were bu...
Cream puffs with whipped cream.
Or rice pudding?
Or.
I know a guy who basically doesn't want anything else.
Wimp.
And since then everyone calls me Bruiser Tom.
And is that killer dwarf still in the cellar?
Sure, I go beat him up every now and then to stay in shape.
Wow, Bruiser Tom, I wish I were like you.
Everyone does.
Bro, how come you're still up?
It's already half past ten.
Ozzak, this is Bull and I'm Bruiser Tom.
Your brother doesn't know you?
I'd say I know you both.
You're Bruiser Bull, you're Tom and I'm Ozzak and I'm hungry.
Not bread pudding again.
But I also had soup.
What?
Spiney?
Prickly?
Crybaby.
Where are they both?
Scar-face caught some fresh ones.
Come on, little guys, come rest.
How soft he is with your brother.
Right?
That's why I'm lending him my room tonight.
Let him toughen up a bit.
Sasa, it's open.
Don't worry, Dad's not here.
Iva, you have to help me.
She didn't like it?
She didn't even look at it and said she doesn't want anything from carrots either.
You wouldn't have finished carving that flute anyway.
But the child is cute.
Beautiful.
It would make me happy.
Really?
Very.
Want it?
Not really.
Okay then.
Thanks.
Iva, I don't know what to do anymore.
Lexa is in the cellar and Mom is happy.
Ugh, I'll never come up with anything that good.
Well, it is tough.
I've had enough.
What are you going to do?
If I'm going to be the worst, then so be it.
What are you giving her?
A kitten.
Bold.
And if she doesn't want it, I'll keep it.
She won't flush it down the toilet?
Then I'll fish it out.
Yeah, he's doing twenty.
Twenty push-ups.
Twenty thousand push-ups.
Like every day.
I'll wait for him then.
I earned the strength badge.
Someone actually hit me in the cellar.
The killer dwarf.
What?
But I already took care of him.
Awesome.
I'll stamp it for you.
Hey, a potato.
It looks like a butt.
Oh yeah.
Look, Bull, you shouldn't talk like that.
Iva, he's crying.
God, I didn't say that much.
Come here, there there, don't cry.
What are you doing?
What?
He's grabbing my butt.
Whoa!
You little pervert!
What's going on here?
I've earned the touch badge.
Fine, fine, fine.
I'll sign it later.
Wow, he's really ripped.
He's done at least ten thousand already.
Why so quiet?
When you have a minute, Bruiser, scar-face would like to talk to you.
Let's see what we've got here.
I've got the touch badge, scar-face can confirm.
I've got the style badge too, but the dwarf from the cellar disappeared.
Scar-face can confirm that too.
You were down there?
No, I ran into the dwarf with a black eye.
Iva, help me out!
Grab a hedgehog and come on!
Astrid, you know I don't play.
You have to!
Old Gut's hedgehog slipped out of his hand and hit Ziza right in the eye!
Oh God!
Luckily with its snout, so he'll still see.
But we were already eight teams from the final, come on!
Astrid, sorry, they really can't, they have fleas.
Iva, you know I've been looking forward to hedgehog bowling all winter.
What's hedgehog bowling?
They bowl using hedgehogs.
I want to play too!
Sure!
Until you can hold a hedgehog in your bare hand for 10 minutes, you can't play.
Eek!
Who?
Me, obviously.
Look, hedgehog bowling is too soft for me.
What?
You always said you don't like how they whimper.
Bruiser, you'll be great, you'll crush them.
Sure, bro, let's go.
Alright.
Let's go hedgehog bowling, hedgehog bowling!
Hey Bruiser, if I win, I'll run upstairs to Stodola's and ask for some of his snakes.
I'll cook them for dinner.
Awesome.
Whoa, there are even snakes here.
Let's go.
And here we'll drink to it, Bull.
We didn't even make the final.
But Bruiser played great.
Yeah, he played a nice floater.
Spiney opened up mid-air and hit the referee with her quills.
And you'll have a drink too.
You bet.
Hi, Tomas.
Ozzak took me hedgehog bowling today.
Ozzak?
Didn't you say you'd never go with me again?
It's nice here.
What's this place called?
Nothing yet.
They could name it after you.
The Toucan.
I don't have any damn room here anymore.
Hey, come in.
Got any kind of box?
I've got the gift already but I'm afraid it'll chew through the bag.
Some little kitten?
They were out of cats, they only had cat food left.
Food?
Mice.
Well good, she won't like a mouse either.
I don't like it either, it's got this bald little tail.
You can throw it away later.
Look, this is all I've got.
It won't suffocate in there?
Relax, Bruiser Tom couldn't open one once, so she poked a hole in the lid.
And could you hold it by the tail?
Sure, I'm Bruiser's scar-face, I cook hedgehogs.
Why wouldn't I grab a mouse by the tail, right?
Couldn't I just leave it here?
You didn't have to get up, you know.
Breakfast for tough guys.
Bull isn't up yet?
He said he's going to the cellar to check on the dwarf.
Oh God, hello, Mr. Stodola.
Bull?
The boy said he's staying with you.
Did something happen?
No, but it could have.
That little rascal climbed through the skylight all the way up.
What's the meaning of this, Bull?
I was earning the courage badge.
And you broke into someone's apartment?
This isn't a courage badge.
This is a proper spanking.
Well, don't be too hard on him.
Luckily nothing happened.
Even though I do have some venomous ones up there.
Neighbor, I'm so sorry, I...
Look, we snake people have a saying: if you don't padlock your skylight, you're asking for trouble.
And thanks to this young man, I've now padlocked it.
Take care.
Bull, you know very well that Bruiser Tom is the last person who'd forbid you from playing with snakes.
What is it?
Nothing, I just remembered a certain guy who ran from a grass snake in the Tatras.
Breaking into strangers' apartments isn't brave.
No.
But catching a snake with your bare hands is brave.
Yeah.
Dad said you killed a reindeer with a snake.
Well, yeah actually.
So you had to catch it with your bare hands.
Well, I didn't have anything better at hand.
So that was brave.
Actually, you're right.
Awesome.
Well, sorry about that.
Wow, Bruiser Tom.
What?
Hitting a guy in the head with a snake, that's pretty badass.
Thanks, Bull.
I beat up the dwarf in the cellar.
When we go down I'll show you.
And the snake was so big and it was hissing at me.
And Bruiser Tom caught it.
And I think he was already strangling it.
And then he threw it into the room.
Bruiser Tom and the snake.
Yeah, he's awesome.
He eats everything, even with onions.
That's true.
Yeah.
Just, he didn't actually strangle the snake.
He's looking for it now with Mr. Stodola.
Maybe he really did have things under control at that party with Zazvorkova.
Well, well, well.
As we snake people say, where the hedgehog is king, the snake meets its end.
What if it's still alive?
It's just hiding somewhere.
I'll just grab it.
And eat it!
Yeah, Bruiser, that's the spirit.
I'm not listening to this.
Marek, you're here already?
Yeah, hey.
Sounds like you had a great time.
Yeah, this kid might actually become a man one day.
I think you should take him more often.
No.
A real man has to be able to take care of his own kid himself.
Right, Bruiser.
Yeah, yeah.
OK.
Is that cocoa?
No, it's, it's...
Yeah!
It's cocoa.
Maybe I should start drinking it too.
That would make you really tough, Bull.
Mom, I'm bringing your name day gift.
Hold on, let me find your page.
Sasa, pea violin, potato trumpet, chestnut castanets.
Come in.
You won't like it, but I don't care.
Well, Sasa, you really outdid yourself.
Yeah.
I'm done with that cellar, someone keeps hitting me down there.
Lexa, now that Sasa outdid herself, you have to step up.
How did she outdo herself?
She gave me a snake.
Well, if I'd known that, I would've gotten one ages ago.