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So he's not coming to the meeting again.
Well yeah, Jaromír.
He was never one for talking.
He's more the type to play and leave.
Or not play and run away.
Like that time at Fox Mountain.
That was embarrassing.
Well, it was those keyboards of his.
He didn't realize they don't work at altitudes above a thousand meters.
If only they didn't blow the fuses.
Jaromír!
Well, sit down then.
We still have the meeting.
Well, as you wish.
But Jablunkov won't be a walk in the park.
Come on, Marcelka, don't exaggerate.
I don't know what problems there could be at the Jablunkov City of Children event.
Children?
Children.
Children are always problems.
He just causes chaos.
Jaromír, don't exaggerate.
I don't know, but I agree with Mr. Šimara.
Listen.
Jablunkov.
A misguided government policy on birth rates has caused this town to have 14 children per resident, including retirees and children.
That many little ones?
There'll be trouble.
We're prepared for them.
The secular calendar strongly recommends bringing as many sweets as possible on the trip to Jablunkov.
Marcelka, isn't that too much?
There are still four crates in the storage room.
Marcelka, I insist.
Fine, alright then.
Something that terrible probably needs to be washed down with a drink?
We barely survived.
Damn kids.
They were monsters.
The main thing is we're in one piece.
So let me pour some of that Georgian stuff.
Mr. Šimára, come on over.
No children here.
Not even a lousy one.
I hope Ozzák didn't drink it on me.
Oh no, come on.
He doesn't even bother topping it off with tea.
No, stay, sit down.
I know where he hides his booze.
Whose idea was it to give the kids sticks?
Those were little flags.
But they weren't waving them.
They were poking and stabbing.
Gotcha, bro.
Vodka.
We really deserve this one.
It's three in the morning.
Just sleep, Ivuška.
We're here drinking because we made it back from the city of children in one piece.
My rubbing alcohol for cleaning windows?
He keeps the vodka under the armchair.
See, look how lucky we are today.
Since we survived Jablunkov.
Maybe this cleaner wouldn't kill us either.
To you, Marcelka.
If it weren't for those candies, we'd never have gotten out of that parking lot alive.
Cheers.
Unfortunately, Ozzák has been drinking in his sleep lately.
So, Jaromír, shall we clink glasses?
Damn it.
I don't have my keyboards.
Let's drink to that.
Lousy, lousy gigs.
Jaromír, calm down.
Amateurs, goddamn it.
What do you mean?
He means the kids, surely.
Some of them were still in diapers.
I mean you people.
Excuse me.
Your gigs, they're nothing but one mess after another.
Nothing but mess.
In Přehoř the outlets didn't work.
In Chuchle even the stage collapsed.
In Klíkov they had no five-pin plugs.
Jaromír, calm down.
Fox Mountain.
The keyboard player can't play a single note.
Masojedy.
The keyboard player blew the fuses in the entire village.
Concert cancelled.
That's enough.
Where are you going?
We're going to Jablunkov.
Again?
Sure, if you insist.
For my keyboards.
Jaromír, you've lost your mind.
We're not going anywhere.
Let Mr. Šimara sort it out himself for once, since we're such amateurs.
You are an amateur.
This never would've happened with Zmožek.
Tomáš, aren't you going to stand up for me?
Both of you, calm down.
We're going to Jablunkov.
I've been drinking.
We'll take a cab.
And who's paying for that?
What a question.
Put it on your brother's tab, sweetie, like always.
Ozzák!
Mamba?
Jaromír, we need to go back.
Hey, don't be crazy.
Let's sleep on it and figure something out in the morning.
Fine.
Jaromír, aren't you going home?
No.
Not until I get my keyboards back.
Bro.
Yeah?
You're looking through the cracks.
What?
No.
No!
I'm not calling you Great Chief!
Who are you talking to?
With Jablunkov.
The kids apparently took over the town hall.
But that jerk really got to me.
He certainly did.
What are we going to do?
What do you mean, we?
They'll probably send the army in like in '95.
But what about the keyboards?
Šimara will just have to buy new ones.
I can't imagine that.
He wants ones that won't trip the circuit in pacemakers.
At the retirement home they'd really improve our numbers.
Marcelka, couldn't we somehow chip in for them?
Us?
After all, we share some of the blame for the loss.
Nobody over ten is to blame for that loss.
Except Šimara.
You should've kept an eye on them.
You have to admit it was chaos there.
Like when those girls hijacked our car with jump ropes.
He's a friend.
Well, go check a few pawn shops and try to find some cheap ones.
And why can't he do that himself?
Because he's camped out in my apartment and refuses to leave without his keyboards.
Some friend.
Hey.
Ozzák, you're in trouble.
Oh, that.
The guy's actually a really good buddy.
He showed up at the building yesterday, during the flood.
And he really had nowhere to go.
But he won't stay long.
Where?
On the couch.
As soon as he wakes up, I'll kick him out.
Ozzák, he's my friend.
You really gave me a scare.
I thought I'd dragged him home from the pub last night and couldn't remember.
So why am I in trouble?
You're two hours late.
Oh, that.
I was at the post office.
I got gifts from Ústí.
Whoa!
A lighter that can also open beer.
A pen that can also open beer.
A toothbrush that can also open beer.
A beer mug.
That can also open beer.
Naturally.
What's this?
Some music.
I don't know the band.
These are recordings of our greatest sports achievements.
Oh, I see.
Ozzák has no interest in sports.
It gets in the way of drinking.
Could I borrow it?
Věra Čáslavská is on here too.
No!
I got that for twenty thousand bottle caps!
Twenty thousand?
Yeah.
Do you know how much opening that was?
So no.
I still can't understand how someone can not know the anthem.
What for, really?
Whenever they sing it, you just stand up and move your lips.
Like football players.
Football player?
I'd die of shame.
Hi.
Mom, Lexa doesn't know the anthem.
Saša dear, so no dinner again for you.
For snitching.
You didn't say hi.
Hi, Mom.
You too.
I wasn't snitching.
You don't know the anthem.
Who ratted me out?
Saša here.
Mom.
Marta Kubišová.
Don't know her.
You know, the singer.
Today they opened the gym and she came to sing the anthem.
And they picked Lexa to sing with her.
Everyone heard him just singing la la la.
Saša.
Sorry, Mom.
That's why.
What was that all about?
Because of you I'm going without dinner?
No, you're going without dinner because you don't know the anthem.
I already got punished by the principal.
You call that punishment?
Learning the anthem because you don't know it?
Like you guys know it.
Where is my home, where is my home.
Water murmurs across the meadows, pines rustle on the rocky hillsides.
Wait, don't you know? It's "pines rustle across the meadows," isn't it?
Ivo, what are you talking about, would trees grow in meadows?
What meadow?
That's where the blind violinist Mareš was sitting, by the stream.
That's the water that murmurs.
And the pines rustle above him on Vyšehrad.
Sis, why are you bringing some blind guy into this?
Blind Mareš was a legend, I'll have you know.
He could steal even in total darkness.
But you've got it all mixed up, because he wasn't sitting in any meadow, but up in the pine forest.
But this Mareš is from Fidlovačka.
Well, I don't know that one.
Besides, they closed Fidlovačka back in '82.
Health regulations.
I'm recording.
Wait!
So?
My name is engraved on it.
To the one who feeds us, grateful employees and their families.
Shouldn't it be your brother's name on there instead?
He wasn't the one opening them.
And what's this?
Sports.
I got that too.
Yeah, you always said that...
I'm not lending it!
It says Helena Fibingerová is on here, I want to see that too.
Helča?
We were in the same class.
Isn't she older?
She flunked down to our class, she always got F's.
Could you introduce us?
Hardly, I haven't seen her since school.
And at reunions some big guy with a perm shows up instead.
Probably her husband.
Looks just like her.
Hi.
Bro's buddy.
Šimara.
Keyboards.
Ozzák.
Drums.
You're going to live here now?
Fine.
I'm just going to watch something.
Let's see what you've got, sports.
Weird, right?
DVD, right?
What?
DVDs.
Put them in the PC.
Are you from Moravia?
Yeah.
Right, so you only drink wine, huh?
Excuse me!
Throw it, Helča!
Our little Helča, what a shot!
That's already twenty-one meters, people!
Hey, world champion!
Was he crying?
Fibingerová wins gold.
Again?
Not this time.
Oh.
Wait, you showed it to him?
Jaromír, I've got keyboards for you.
Where?
Right here.
Look.
A box from some Asian junk?
Wait, Yamahas are not junk.
It's a quality imitation.
My keyboards aren't in that box?
But Yamahas are better!
I want my Wartburgs.
Jaromír, don't be silly, they don't make those anymore.
We're going to Jablunkov.
That's not possible, it's dangerous there.
I'm staying here!
Good grief.
Are you working out in there?
Ivo, leave it.
But it's dinnertime.
And I'm not eating dinner!
Don't count on that!
How long is this going to last?
I don't know, a few days.
You can't be serious?
He's my friend.
How come I have friends too but they're not allowed to sleep over?
Damn it, you need to speak up.
What do you mean, why are you yelling?
What?
Helča was screaming so loud, my ears are ringing.
Just three.
Come on, peanuts.
What's whispered is the devil's work.
Damn it, knock it off.
Can't you show a little consideration for Jaromír over there?
Well, that's better.
What consideration?
How would you feel if you lost forever the thing you love most?
Right.
He's just waiting here until Iva turns eighteen and then he'll take her away, right?
Relax, I'd never go anywhere with him.
You're right.
He's weird.
He drinks wine.
Good grief, stop it!
Not going to eat?
No.
Then let's at least watch some TV, okay?
I'm not twenty anymore, darling.
The lonely polar explorer goes days without hearing anything other than his own voice.
Goal!
Ozzák, damn it!
The Arctic is often called...
It's penalties, what a thriller!
The land of silence.
Jurek, shoot!
For God's sake, we can't hear!
On the plains of eternal ice and snow...
He missed!
The Kraut missed, missed, missed!
Panenka?
Konto.
Tonda!
Put it in the corner, the corner!
I can't believe it!
He chipped it right down the middle!
Goal!
And cold beyond.
Belgrade.
We were still good back then.
...where they perform their mating rituals.
Yeah, but we two actually played there together, remember?
And then they return.
At that youth festival.
That's when I still had my keyboards.
I'll go to the building manager's and get yelled at right now.
So it doesn't ruin my day tomorrow.
I'm not giving him anything.
The smoked sausage disappeared overnight.
Well, it doesn't go with mine.
He always did prefer sour things over mine.
The Gottaj disappeared too.
That one was pretty old.
Hope he's not feeling sick.
Uncle!
Yeah?
Are you having breakfast?
No, no, no, I need to get ready for Nagano.
Will you be hungry?
No, no, I had the Gottaj and the smoked sausage in the night.
See?
Sorry about that.
Won't you at least have some tea?
Hello.
Hey, Ivo.
I know the anthem, look.
Where is my home, where is my home, water murmurs across the meadows, pines rustle on the rocky hillsides.
Wow, that's powerful.
You don't know the rest?
I'm Mareš.
And I don't know what "in the garden blooms" means.
It means it's spring in Nusle.
Thanks.
What's there in the hallway instead of a bathroom?
That wasn't Gottaj, that was Přibilíněc.
What's a Přibilíněc?
God, you don't know?
What kind of generation are you?
A generation that doesn't know every salami?
Jožka Přibilíněc, you know.
He won Olympic gold for us in race walking.
Isn't that enough for you?
You have no idea what you can be proud of.
Fine, I'll learn the whole thing.
So Jaromír doesn't want them.
He wants his own, right?
We have to find them for him.
What about Jablunkov?
They just said on the radio that the kids took the mayor hostage.
Along with Julie.
What about the concert on Friday?
I'll just go with a guitar.
To Frýdek?
Why not?
In Frýdek everyone with a guitar gets compared to Nohavica.
Damn, what now?
What if you played with a different keyboard player?
This is a list of all unemployed keyboard players.
They'll all be hacks for sure.
There are philharmonic musicians on there too.
Actually, those are the majority.
Well, they'll be expensive.
Some of them play for food.
No way.
Tomáš, wouldn't you like an accompanist who can at least keep the beat?
But we do that on purpose.
Toward the end, when we can't keep up, we slow down.
I don't understand you.
He's a friend.
A friend doesn't occupy your apartment.
And when you buy him something, he doesn't throw it in your face.
You're right.
That's more of a brother thing.
What if instead of Nagano I tried bowling?
Because I'm better at that than hockey.
I don't know bowling.
But I know a cola-flavored soft drink.
But that's disgusting.
Yeah, probably.
Everything that tastes like cola has to be disgusting.
It's a soft drink?
Like the old days, right?
Back then I still had my keyboards.
Jaromír, don't start again.
It was old East German junk anyway.
Don't talk about them like that!
In the past tense.
At least try the Yamahas...
I already tried them, damn it.
Really?
You can't play on them.
Why not?
Too many knobs.
What?
And each damn one does something completely different.
You can't figure it out.
Total mess, mess, mess.
And there's a knob that when you press it, all the other knobs start doing something completely different than before.
Chaos!
But the Wartburgs have knobs too, right?
Three.
Don't tell me about it, those have more.
But only three of them work!
And that's enough for me.
I'm nervous as a dog about this Nagano thing.
Don't worry, we'll win.
You think?
I knew it.
Yeah, well.
You're so soft, Tomáš.
Yeah, well.
You let yourself be taken advantage of.
Maybe.
By someone who doesn't care about you at all.
I think he likes me more than Zmožek.
Marcelka?
A teacher from Jablunkov sent this.
He confiscated them from the kids.
There's a letter with it.
Please, dear artists, don't be angry with the children.
They're naughty, true, growing like weeds, but keep in mind they are the hope of the nation.
And then what?
The rest is out already.
Michal Nesvadba had the third-graders' balloon animals confiscated.
And Jitka Molavcová showed the fifth-graders a yo-yo.
And Julie?
Look at them on the bench, arms around each other.
It's really nice.
Sticking together.
Hašek, watch out!
Hašek, watch out.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
That's a beautiful little deke.
Damn.
You want to try the Yamahas?
Chaos.