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You're only now bringing the sign in front of the entrance?
No.
Right, it's time to close up now.
Yeah, I'm carrying it inside.
You'll never guess what happened to me today.
No.
At least try.
You weren't by any chance holed up across the street in the carpet store all afternoon, spying on whether I opened on time, were you?
No.
Well then I don't care.
Wait, you don't care that I was invited to our school for a talk?
As a famous alumnus?
No.
Ivo, what if I faint?
Why would you faint?
You just stand up and say Mr. President.
He's not president anymore.
Then Mr. Havel.
Havel.
My name is Saša Bučková and I'm the only one from this school the principal allowed to ask questions at talks with famous alumni.
Because he's a scaredy-cat.
Ivo.
Yeah.
And then you ask Havel whatever you want?
But what?
God, we'll think of something.
It's all Kropáčková's fault anyway.
If she'd worn a bra today, the mayor wouldn't have made that stupid slip of the tongue at the talk and there wouldn't be a scandal.
Lexa!
I need to get online, I promised Kropáček I'd post it.
Lexa, you can't do that.
Well, since I filmed the mayor on my phone saying they're opening a new breast of the metro.
I'm posting that too.
But Lexa!
What?
You still owe me something.
A bet's a bet.
Who could've known?
Me, Saša, and about 10 million others.
Really?
Duck or boulder?
Duck.
Duck is better.
I can't hear anything.
Now sad duck.
Hey, why is the duck sad?
Next time then.
Next time I'll win and you'll show me your boobs.
Ivo, what if he wins someday?
A person who bets that nobody can be mayor because the mayor is a cheese will never see my boobs.
Good afternoon.
I'm sorry, but the sleazebag who drove my taxi was delayed with his mistress and picked me up late.
He discussed that with you?
He didn't have to, it was obvious.
Marcelka, just because you suspect infidelity doesn't mean all men are the same.
He had an expensive shirt with a hand-embroidered monogram from his wife.
And yet he smelled of cheap glycerin soap, the kind they use in disreputable hotels.
Well, maybe they're saving on soap at home?
Tomáš, such an elegant monogram could not have been embroidered by fingers cracked from glycerin soap.
What's the name of the course you took?
Convict Your Husband of Infidelity Using the Deductive Method.
Hats off.
And all that after just the first lesson.
It wasn't that hard, really.
On the way he called her saying he forgot his underwear at the hotel.
Then I'd rather not ask if you can guess what happened to me today.
You mean the talk at the school?
How did you guess?
There's an invitation for Pavel Hornák lying here.
His name is crossed out with a marker and yours is written above it.
Well, Pavel didn't have time.
But you should buy a new jacket for it.
You have a hole in your pocket.
What?
Down at the hem I can see the outlines of small coins.
And now excuse me, I took the scoundrel's business card and there's even a home number.
Poor wife of his.
Have you already talked to Ozzák about not opening this afternoon?
What do you mean didn't open?
It rained.
So the spot where the sign usually stands should be dry.
Hello.
He just said that...
Ozzák!
Wait.
He just left, he probably heard us.
He didn't leave.
I sent him to clean the storage room.
You probably didn't feel the draft typical of opening the window to the light well.
I'm sorry, excuse me.
I'm doing a public opinion survey.
What kind of soap do you use at home?
He's at Simona's!
I know that even without you.
Exclusively olive?
I thought so.
Then I have some interesting information for you.
Ozzák!
Ozzák's not here.
That's weird, he's always here.
Not today.
You're not even going to ask me if I want something?
No.
But I might want something.
My leaky memory, I saw Ozzák.
He said he overslept opening time and went home to apologize to you.
Apologize?
He's got plenty to apologize for.
Go see him then, so he doesn't suffer too long.
You know what?
Fine, let him stew.
He's probably stewing already.
And I feel like celebrating.
Bet you can't guess, right?
The talk at the school?
How do you know?
Just knock one back and go see him.
So you're saying he went home?
Oh damn.
Ozzák never leaves an unfinished beer.
So it's probably there, look, under that tarp.
But he wants to apologize.
Let him stew.
Hi.
About time.
Ah, dumpling soup.
Where's Ozzák?
I have a dumpling for him.
He's cleaning the storage room.
Just when for once it didn't fall apart on me.
So, Ivuška, bet you can't guess.
What happened to me today?
The talk at the school?
How do you know?
The principal called.
Oh.
Did he want anything else from me?
Nothing from you.
But he asked me to make sure you don't wear that horrible old jacket you wore to school today.
He can't be serious.
That's what I told him too.
Ivuška, you shouldn't talk to the principal like that.
Although it's nice that you stood up for me.
Who was standing up for you?
I promised him that at the very most I can make sure you buy a new horrible jacket.
What does everyone suddenly have against my jacket?
What do you mean suddenly?
I keep telling you that you look like a grandpa from Vtelno in it.
I just look like my dad.
He weighs a hundred kilos and has a mustache.
Only the jacket is the same.
For your information, this is a completely different brown jacket.
But equally horrible.
But it's still fine for now.
And the hole in the pocket can be sewn up.
Sewn up.
But I don't want to buy a new jacket yet.
I know.
Good.
Because you always buy the same one.
Ivo, don't annoy me.
As if this were exactly the same as the last one.
Identical.
I don't need to get up and look for the old one.
You can stay seated.
It's right here with us.
Saša made an oven mitt out of it.
But it was still fine.
Look, just admit it.
You're going to keep buying brown jackets till you die.
Excuse me, I can change.
Change the jacket.
Fine, when I go buy a new jacket, it'll be different.
Actually it's a slightly different color.
Really?
Look, see?
There are these white threads here.
Those are noodles.
Don't you dare.
What a mess, Mamba, don't do this to me.
Do what?
Go to the pub.
Did I say anything?
Simple deduction.
What?
Using deduction I can read even your most secret thoughts from your facial expressions and eye movements.
I'd like to see that.
Any beginner could see through you.
Nevertheless, as practice.
So, after you dug around in your ear, which was a sign that you caught my attention, your eyes fixed on the door.
From your facial expression I concluded that you started thinking.
You thought it was so nice outside that maybe the beer gardens were open.
Then you glanced at the fire extinguisher and swallowed.
You realized how thirsty you were.
And when you then looked at that poster with the tongue sticking out, you thought how easy it would be to blow this off and head to a pub.
Was I right?
No!
Why were you looking around so much then?
There was a fly buzzing around.
But since you bring it up...
Where are you going?
To clean the storage room.
You didn't clean it yesterday?
Wasn't in the mood!
And why do you have a fly swatter?
Ask Mamba, she knows everything!
Marcelka?
Good morning, Tomáš.
So what about the jacket?
I arranged with Iva that she'll sew up the hole.
You're going before students in an unfashionable patched-up jacket?
What do you mean unfashionable?
I bought it in the young fashion department.
Have you ever seen an old fashion department?
No.
You really don't understand marketing.
The young fashion department is fashion for old people.
Isn't that confusing?
If any department were called old fashion, nobody would go there.
Why not?
Because they'd feel old.
Well then.
So what is fashion for actually young people called?
Freedom on Skate.
I don't feel old in it.
Bro, what the heck is going on here?
There always used to be a Jednota here.
Fine, alright.
See, the principal will be happy.
He told you too?
We also have basics of espionage.
I'll get to it later, Marcelka.
Don't be angry, but I need to learn this somehow.
Zoran is no beginner.
Surely one brown hair on a shirt isn't proof of infidelity.
In the end it wasn't a hair, it was horsehair.
Well, there you go.
That's even worse, Zoran hates horses.
Well, maybe he brushed against one somewhere.
In his pocket he had a tissue with a horse motif on it.
Well, maybe he couldn't find a different one.
There were traces of a woman's tears on it.
It's probably eating at her too.
That hussy.
Sorry.
Zoran always promised he'd go horseback riding with me.
Why are you barging in?
I'm the one cleaning here.
Is it ready?
Just a moment.
A boulder doesn't talk, a boulder is a rock.
Ivo, just leave him alone.
Do you feel sorry for him?
No, but it makes me nervous that he's looking over my shoulder.
Boulder, go away.
I'm not betting anymore.
You won't last.
Ivo, I can't handle it, I'll definitely faint.
You'll see, you'll manage.
She won't.
Don't you get it, she will.
Sit down.
Are you scared?
No.
Then.
Saša, I'm sorry.
I can't handle it.
You will, don't worry.
You think?
She doesn't think so, otherwise she wouldn't be sitting down.
Fine.
Ivo, don't do it, I can't handle it.
You will.
Yeah, I get to see boobs.
I believe you.
Now I definitely can't handle it.
Hi, Dad.
Hey, that new jacket looks good on you.
Ivo, don't be sarcastic.
And I'm glad you didn't come with me, you'd just make me nervous.
But shopping with Simča was different.
She found the store, picked the size, I didn't even have to go to the register.
She took care of everything.
Prices went up since the last jacket, but at least I'll look presentable.
Let's see.
I'll run upstairs and bring it to you nicely unwrapped.
Why?
So wrapping paper doesn't pile up here.
They are actually piling up here.
They iron them and save them for Christmas.
Saša will iron them for you.
May I?
No!
You've done quite enough.
The saleswoman said hazelnut goes best with my complexion.
So brown.
No!
Hazelnut!
Well, under those fluorescent lights in the store it looked a bit different.
Try it on, let's see the revolution.
I'll help you.
No, please don't!
I'm not having a woman help me into my jacket.
And now the new one.
Stop it!
Maybe it's not a huge change, but at least I won't have holes in my pockets.
That's Simona.
What happened?
Forgive her, Tomáš.
She just found out her husband is cheating on her too.
You have a new jacket.
What?
You noticed?
And I'm surely the only one.
How do you know?
Very few people notice at first glance four buttons on the sleeve instead of three.
And now it's a different color.
This is hazelnut shade.
The old one was caramel.
And this is supposed to be the change you promised Iva?
I didn't promise Iva anything.
No?
Wednesday 7:36 PM.
Tomáš: Excuse me, I can change.
Iva: Change the jacket.
Tomáš: Fine, when I buy a new jacket, it'll be different.
Marcelka, I'm asking you to stop practicing on our family.
Sitting in a parked car outside our building at night?
Ozzák says you took his fingerprints and now you've installed listening devices in our apartment?
No bugs, I listened through the door.
They teach us classical methods too.
Just stop it.
I have nothing to be ashamed of, but it's unpleasant.
You don't?
What do you mean?
I didn't think you were like that too.
Like what?
The same as everyone else.
You make a promise, sweet talk, and then you just throw it all away.
And the poor woman cries all night.
But I didn't promise anything.
I just said I'd buy a different jacket.
But you didn't.
Wait.
Iva cries at night?
You haven't understood anything.
No.
So you don't like the jacket either?
No!
I'll kill him!
I'm going to throw up.
I'll throw up when Lexa looks at me.
Ivo, I'm sorry.
It's too late for apologies.
You should've asked a question instead of correcting him.
But he made a mistake.
You don't correct presidents.
He's not president anymore.
Don't correct me either.
Sorry, Ivo.
This is the worst day of my life.
Mine too.
Except you brought it on yourself.
But he said the Dnieper is longer than the Volga.
So what?
The Volga is longer.
Then it's good you told him.
Now he knows.
Lexa is getting his camera ready.
For God's sake, why do you correct presidents if you then crash to the ground?
He's not president anymore and that's not why I fainted.
Then why?
Because I said that it's not true that the Dnieper is longer than the Volga, do you get it?
No.
I said "ass" in front of the president.
And he's not president anymore.
I know.
Thanks, sis.
Let's see.
Ivo, I'm sorry.
Forget about the camera.
It's cool.
Don't you want to wait a bit?
No.
Maybe until the evening?
No.
But they're bigger in the evening.
Right, sure thing.
Fine, I'll see tonight.
Alright, I'll show you tonight.
Awesome.
So I'll put the Havel video online in the meantime.
Kropáčková ended up asking a question after all.
Of course, as soon as you two were gone.
But what did she ask?
Who cares?
I'm leaving.
Don't go anywhere.
Marcelka is in some strange mood today.
I have a feeling she wants to confront Zoran with her accusation.
Then I'll have one more, son.
A shot.
That wasn't very nice.
Don't provoke me.
You still owe me one.
Come on, we got you such a nice jacket, you look so dapper in it.
Hell, I'm wearing the old one.
Sorry, the brown threw me off.
What the hell is so weird about me simply liking brown jackets?
Of course, Mr. Brown has to wear brown.
What?
Mr. Brown, that's what everyone called you all through high school.
Oh for God's sake, I wasn't even wearing anything brown back then.
What about that brown jacket?
That was dark beige.
Well true, but Mr. Dark Beige wouldn't have the same ring to it.
So Mr. Brown, huh?
It's shorter.
I'll show you, I'll show you all!
Leave that shot here!
He's in a strange mood too.
But I've got something perfectly harmless for you.
Simona, not a word about this business in front of her.
I'd never hear the end of it.
Sorry to barge in like this, but I have an important meeting ahead and I need some liquid courage.
And you're always near the booze.
What a day.
Fine, I'm showing.
I thought the lights would be on.
Nobody said that.
Damn.
Why are the lights off?
You haven't undressed!
Ivo?
Dad?
Well, Lexa?
Did you already buy Ivo a skateboard?
Marcelka?
Am I intruding?
No, no, no, come on in.
Is something going on?
It is, Tomáš, it is.
Zoran is buying me a horse, a beautiful brown one.
Oh, that's nice.
He's trying to make it up to you.
There's nothing to make up for, he didn't do anything wrong, he explained everything.
Even the handkerchief?
Yes.
Those tears belonged to the young lady selling the pony.
She didn't want to part with him, poor thing.
Zoran had to talk her into it for many evenings.
I'm so happy.
And that new jacket really suits you today.
This is the old one.
Well, the buttons.
To hell with the buttons.
You look great.
Yeah, thanks.
I exchanged the new one for some youthful clothing, but I won't wear it.
It's not my style.
That's alright.
I was such a fool.
I thought I could examine love using scientific methods.
I was deducing and missed the flight of the fly.
Marcelka, I haven't understood you much lately.
It doesn't matter, but you look great.
Well, I'm off.
Zoran popped over to Hotel Kopule to sign the contract with the young lady.
But he should be done by now.
And then we're going for a ride on Tomík.
On who?
The brown horse.
I gave him that name.
I have no idea where I got it from.
Bye then.
It's not so bad yet.
Hopefully you won't have to be ashamed of me at the talk.
Never mind me, watch out for Kropáčková.
So you won't be the one who's embarrassed.
You'll see, it'll turn out fine.
I won't see.
What?
The principal let me sort recycling in the yard instead of attending the talk.
Ivo, that's awful.
Why?
At least I'll do something for the planet, right?
So, bro, it's just us two going.
Sorry, bro, I'm in the mood to clean.
Good day, Mr. Principal.
Ah, Mr. Pacovský.
I have to prepare you for something.
A delicate matter.
I was telling you not to wear that jacket.
We'll look like twins.
Well, they're not exactly the same.
Let's go, let's go.
So I couldn't convince that Hornák after all.