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Good day, Vespolek.
That's the boss.
Oh, nice to meet you.
Why are we even doing an ad for some pantomime festival?
At first I wanted to throw him out, but then he kind of talked me into it.
Sorry I'm late.
I had a test.
With egg yolk pastries?
Cream?
So you were at the bakery.
It works.
What?
Horoscopes from Astral magazine.
Look, this is what I have for today.
Here.
See?
Work.
The boss will be late but in a good mood.
So you mainly come late from the bakery across the street.
That was just a coincidence.
No, no, no.
It's been working since this morning, absolutely flawlessly.
An unknown man with a medallion will cause you financial loss?
A ticket inspector caught me this morning.
I paid a thousand crowns.
I still don't believe it.
But you were at the bakery.
You don't need a horoscope for that.
I said there are parent-teacher conferences today.
So obviously I had to calm my nerves.
Now this is really nonsense.
Your afternoon will be ruined by a limping man with a hoof.
Marcelka, that sounds like some fairy tale.
Bro, I scored a forced sale of discounted meat.
I'm making aspic.
He's so convincing.
Walking against the wind, what's the point?
Don't be such a grouch and enjoy it.
It's free.
That's true.
Look, bro, not a single bristle.
I told you it won't stink in here.
I'll take it to the yard then.
Nowhere.
Not until after work.
I'm taking my aspic day off.
What kind of nonsense is that?
What nonsense?
It's in my contract.
Paragraph two.
You're letting him leave with such a dumb excuse?
Well, to be honest, Ozzak really does have aspic days in his contract.
That's our fault.
He had me against the wall.
Either aspic days or meal vouchers.
Ozzak wanted meal vouchers?
You think he was bluffing?
Tomas, he does whatever he wants with you.
Marcelka, could you fill in for him today?
A ruined afternoon isn't what I had in mind.
Just this once.
Oh, fine.
Astral says I should offer help to a lady with a big nose today.
And that I'll save my private life from disaster if I spend tonight away from home.
So you're in luck.
Won't Zoran be upset that you're leaving him home alone because of a horoscope?
He grumbled a bit, but promised he could handle the party with the Russian ballerinas at our place on his own.
Jesus, I thought it was regular sugar.
We only have this kind.
Omitko, do you need any?
I'll take it home then.
Later.
Help me tear it up now.
We shouldn't put too much in.
Just tear, otherwise I won't survive today.
When dad finds out about the C in history, he'll need to calm his nerves.
It's not healthy.
Yeah.
But dad can handle it.
As long as they don't end up like Lexa and me.
What do you mean?
We're allergic to sweets.
Candies or cakes could kill us.
Really?
Since when?
About a month ago, the doctor told mom.
Oh.
A month ago they opened that new bakery across the street, right?
Yeah, that's the bad luck.
The bad luck is that there's a parent-teacher conference today, so keep tearing.
If this bread pudding isn't sweet as a lollipop, I'm in trouble.
Last time I only had a C in music and he yelled at me even despite the Bundt cake with whipped cream.
Lucky you.
What?
Your dad likes A's.
No he doesn't, because I don't get them.
I do.
Don't worry about your mom, she's weird.
No she's not.
Sorry, but if she really takes your lamp just so you won't study and get C's, that's weird.
Mom says the stalks of grain that stick up the highest get cut first.
And she doesn't take my lamp.
No, and what about when you won that Czech language competition?
She took my light bulb, and only for a week.
Sis, I sat on some chewing gum.
Sweetheart, I don't need this now.
In the bathroom.
Go wash it off then.
Yeah.
You need to pour acid on it for me.
He smeared our shop window.
Imaginary glass.
He definitely didn't even touch the window.
Let's hope so.
We should shoo him away somehow.
He's wearing gloves.
Hey.
Ozzak is making aspic?
Yeah.
And tonight's the parent-teacher conference?
Yeah.
Damn.
Couldn't Horvat go for you?
But what if Horvat went for me?
Because he can't go for me.
Simona, does Mr. Horvat go to parent-teacher conferences for you?
Of course, I don't have the nerves for it.
Now it makes sense why you always sit in the last row with a mask over your face.
But that's over now.
Horvat lost the black wig he was wearing.
He only has the gray one left.
I don't want to look old at school.
That shouldn't matter to you.
Damn it, why would Horvat go to school for me?
Because I need someone to watch Ozzak.
I'll be at school, Ozzak's making aspic and he'll be incredibly thirsty.
Should I let him drink without supervision?
Of course not.
See.
Simona, if you want, I'll watch Ozzak for you.
Really?
Is that because of my beautiful eyes?
Not because of the eyes.
Fine then.
It's disgusting.
I'm making aspic.
I know.
Well fine, it's in my contract.
You don't have any contract with me.
Ivuska, it's going to cool down now.
Wait, where did you cook this?
On the heating boiler again?
Like I'm some kind of amateur.
In the washing machine.
That's absolutely possible.
Is it?
I set it to boil wash and then put it on spin.
The little bones will be beautiful.
Can I throw out those old rolls? No, that's a baking tray, don't.
What am I going to make aspic with?
Not the tray, I'm making bread pudding.
Bread pudding?
Did I do something wrong?
Not you.
Except for cooking aspic in the communal washing machine.
Oh come on, nobody will notice.
You cleaned it, right?
Of course, with gasoline.
Oh, great.
Did anyone see you?
Nobody.
Just old Roubal.
He won't snitch.
Otherwise I'd tell his old lady that he goes there to smoke pot.
I'm going to need more sugar.
She's upstairs studying.
She's not eating anything yet.
Just calm down.
How am I supposed to be calm when the oven was warm and the whole place smelled of cinnamon?
With the best will in the world, there's nothing scary about what she's doing today.
You think Iva would bake if she hadn't done anything wrong?
Hard to say.
She wouldn't.
When everything's fine, I can't even get a pudding out of her.
But when she's in trouble, she turns into a proper pastry chef.
Now I understand.
She manipulates me through sweets.
She thinks I don't know.
Every father has his weak spot.
Mine was foot massages.
Right.
And what would your father think if he went to a parent-teacher conference and saw you pouring Karlsbad salts into a basin?
That we ran out of rose petals.
Lucky man.
I'm nervous as a dog.
And look at me, I'm calm.
Just yesterday, a man on fire in a store would have thrown me off for the entire afternoon.
Did you say a man on fire?
Well, that's what it said in the horoscope.
But in reality he was just smoldering when I put him out.
What on earth did he want here?
He was looking for Ozzak.
And why?
He said he wanted to kill him.
Marcelka, please, I don't want to hear any more.
Ah, here it says.
The boss will be rather apathetic in the evening.
And it's only the afternoon.
See, it doesn't always work.
Hi.
I've written everything down for you here.
Here are the keys, here's a clothespin.
He sometimes latches on like a tick.
Let's go then.
Wait, you want to go there like that?
You think it's bad?
I have the same thing in red, but I didn't want to draw too much attention.
Let's stick with this one.
Fine, let's go.
Oh no.
What?
Is it that terrible there?
In the invitation they said there'd be some Muzika.
Karel Muzika?
He's the vice principal.
Him?
And that auditorium?
Who's that?
It's where it's held.
Simona, I don't want to offend you.
But you should maybe take a bit more interest in your children.
What do you mean by that?
You don't know anything about who's at their school.
I know everything I need to.
I doubt that, since you haven't gone to a single parent-teacher conference.
Hold on, I did go, but they wouldn't let me in.
Wait, how is it possible they wouldn't let you in?
I don't know, the janitor grabbed me right at the entrance and said all sorts of nasty, offensive things.
Were you by any chance wearing the same thing as today?
No, the red one.
So, shall we go?
Great.
It's just around the corner.
Look at those clunky shoes.
I forgot my glasses.
I forgot my driving glasses.
You'll manage, it's just around the corner.
Hey.
Hey, are you going to the beer fair again?
No, to school.
What are you doing here, you have the day off.
It's a disaster, it won't set.
I put it on the balcony but it keeps running.
And it's so windy out there.
Oh well, I'll put it in the shed.
You're not going to leave that disgusting thing here.
Mambo, for God's sake, otherwise it won't be done by tonight.
I refuse to share a space with a bucket of filth.
Well then, take that back.
Never.
Ozzak, seriously, put it by your feet, by the stove, not here.
You can't forbid me, it's in my contract.
Tomas.
This time I'm not joking.
I'm not joking.
Paragraph two.
Ozzak, aspic is not essential for performing your job.
It is.
Just pack up that bucket and leave.
Out there, into that blizzard?
That's imaginary wind, you idiot!
Oh, so now we're going to be insulting!
Are we going or what?
Wait!
Where?
You're supposed to be in the pub.
Today I'm in charge of you.
What?
Is this some kind of joke?
No.
What kind of aspic day is this?
My aspic won't set?
And Mamba's going to bug me at the pub?
Wait, yours hasn't set?
What have I been talking about this whole time?
Great, no aspic, no thirst, so you have the day off and you can hold on until I get back from school.
I had a feeling someone would pull something like this.
And since Ivuska is making bread pudding for dinner, I had a shot of booze just in case.
Bread pudding.
And a failing grade.
That double-crossing sneak.
Come on, let's get it over with.
Sokolovska Street is closed too.
What a mess.
Are you nervous?
What do you think.
If we'd walked, we'd have been in the classroom ten minutes ago.
Damn festival.
Because of their festival they've closed off half of Prague.
Can't they walk against the wind somewhere in Brno?
Got a shot glass?
Why?
Never mind, I'll drink straight from the bottle.
Wait, you're going to drink now?
I'm nervous too.
I'm not like Horvat, he actually liked going to school.
He always brought something back.
I don't even know how he signed the attendance sheet.
Wait, do you also think I'm neglecting my kids?
Why would I think that?
Marcela thinks so.
I don't think anything.
What do you mean by that?
I don't mean anything, for God's sake, I'm trying to drive.
Then just tell me.
Leave me alone, damn it, those mimes are invisible in the dark.
Hey, stop changing the subject, look me in the eye and say it.
What the hell am I supposed to say?
The truth, that I'm a great mother.
What is it?
I think we ran over a mime.
I was worried dad forgot his keys.
Can I warm up here?
What's going on?
I was trying to study without a light bulb.
And you got frostbite from that?
The only other light bulb is in the fridge.
And it's about Plato, so going into Russia is so incredibly interesting that I forgot to take warming breaks.
I'll make you some tea.
Without sugar.
Hey, sis.
Hey, a caramel.
That's already the fifth one and no cramps.
But it could show up later.
I went to the doctor about the chewing gum, just to have him check it out.
He said we don't have any sugar allergy.
That's not true.
Well, yeah.
But mom said so.
That's true.
And mom never lies.
Maybe the doctor got it wrong then.
You think?
It happens all the time.
Doctors get things wrong all the time.
So we can have sugar.
It looks that way.
You can come over for bread pudding tonight.
Or pop into the bakery.
We can't, someone put up invisible glass across the street.
He should have gone around.
I know, but there's a terrible wind out there.
That's a shame.
So, cocoa?
Are you okay?
Just that it was quite a bump.
Things have been a bit much for him lately.
I've got my own problems too, but I don't make scenes, do I?
I killed a mime.
Easy, Tomas, you didn't kill anyone.
This gentleman is driving your car and taking us to the hospital.
What?
My car?
Ha!
Sport!
You're in shock and you're covered in white paint.
You never talk, do you?
No, seriously, you still won't talk.
Damn it!
Well, Sokolovska is also closed.
Damn festival.
Now we'll have to drive all the way around.
Fake seizures are in my list too.
Wait, there's only a minute left.
Five minutes left.
Pour one beer every fifteen minutes.
If he overdoes the start, he either wilts or goes wild.
Come on, Mambo, for God's sake, be at least a little bit human.
Begging.
Stop that or I won't be able to hold back!
Empty threats.
I'm going home.
You must not be thrown off by pretending to leave either.
Yes, fine.
Fine.
Mambo, fire!
Did Ivuska give you a mute too?
More than one.
And don't try anything else on me.
Your horoscope says not to play with fire.
It could backfire terribly.
I don't believe in that nonsense.
Divickova.
Yes, Ivuska.
Apparently some Mr. Roubal was looking for you at home.
What did he want?
He was singed and wanted to kill you.
Goodbye then.
Jesus, you should have had that recorded ages ago.
Oh, it's you.
Ivuska, is Ozzak here?
He was supposed to be at the pub with you.
He disappeared shortly after you called.
Along with the aspic.
What a day.
Have you seen my father?
He went to school.
But he should have been back ages ago.
And the school said he never showed up.
I saw him leave with Simona.
Well, she was probably there then.
But it's weird, the principal said she went completely gray.
In that case, Simona wasn't there either.
Oh, well hopefully nothing happened to them.
Don't worry, there's nothing like that in Tomas's horoscope.
That's really reassuring.
Although this part.
A man in black will take you to a place where you'll finally find peace.
That does sound a bit strange actually.
But nothing could have happened.
My horoscope says I'll get a compliment from the boss today.
And nothing yet.
Dad?
You have a lovely bun, Vilena.
Did they really only give him glucose at the hospital?
Yeah, they said he has low blood sugar.
But on the way back he downed a bottle of plum brandy.
Aren't you back a bit early?
Ozzak finished early, so I closed up.
Did you block the drain?
No.
Damn.
I should have written "no unauthorized entry through the drain" on those signs for you.
One can't think of everything.
I'm off then.
Did Horvat sign in for me too?
You bet, Horvi is reliable.
Horvi, yes.
It smells lovely in here.
Were you baking something?
Bread pudding.
You're in some kind of trouble.
A C in history.
Good thing it's nothing worse.
I've simply decided I'll never get upset over trivial things again.
Especially after
I've come to appreciate the value of human life.
Good God, did someone die?
I hit a mime.
But he's fine.
They're resilient guys, these mimes.
And you really won't get upset today?
No.
I promised the doctor.
And what would you do if I told you Ozzak blew up the laundry room and nearly burned Roubal alive?
Do we have bread pudding?
Sweet as a lollipop.
Then serve me some.
Would you like some too?
You know what, I will.
I still can't go home.
See, Marcelka, it's in the horoscope.
No, actually.
Zoran wrote that if I come home unexpectedly, I'd ruin the surprise he's preparing for me with those ballerinas.
Let me add some more sugar for you.
Thank you.
Mom, you're here. What's going on?
The one who's here.
We're looking for you.
It's half past ten and you're still not home.
I still have to blow out the pipes for tomorrow so Ozzak doesn't squeak.
What do you want?
We need to tell you something.
Make it quick.
We don't have any sugar allergy.
Says who?
The doctor.
Oh, so the doctor tricked us, huh?
Now off you go.
We were thinking, we'd really love to go to the bakery tomorrow.
Great idea.
I'll get my whipped cream allergy test results in the morning, and if they're negative.
Great.
Now scoot.
Aren't you coming home yet, mom?
No, I'm blowing out the pipes.
But hurry up.
Right away.
Stop that already.
It's getting on my nerves.
So once again, sorry, Mr. Roubal.
Fine, fine.
I'm not angry.
I was thinking my aspic day wouldn't work out this time.
Aspic day?
Yeah, I always get a day off from work and spend the whole day making aspic.
It's in my contract.
This year I have six.
Wow, that's better than meal vouchers.
And next time it won't leak on you.