All language subtitles for Zastihla me noc 86

Do you hear it, mummy?

-A lark.
-I can't see it.

-It's too high.
-Like God?

Is it perhaps God singing?

Don't blaspheme?

God doesn't sing.
He is grave and strict.

Like you, mommy?

I am a lark...a lark.

Look, mummy.
What a beauty.

You Czech swine!

It's forbidden to pick flowers.

Show me your hands!

I didn't do anything.

She didn't pick them.
I saw it.

She only straightened the flower
so it wouldn't be trampled.

What's up?

Come on.
Move!

You goddamn poltroons!

Aren't you silly?

You're drawing attention
to no avail.

She can mark you. You'll be tied up
and get...

25 blows.

You wouldn't stand that.

I would.

If you saved someone,
there would be sense in it.

But to be beaten to death
because of a flower...

You know, what we call them?

SS-women.

We used to have those
on the window sill each summer...

My mummy used to say...

They are somewhat grateful.

-She always...
-You mustn't draw attention here.

You must get back some day.

Think about your mother.

Do you still have a mother?

She died ages ago.
During the first world war.

Do you reminiscence about her too?

In this place, often.

When I was a kid, she threatened me
I wouldn't get into heaven.

But into hell instead.

But I didn't like her heaven.

THE NIGHT OVERTAKES ME

YOZHKA YABURKOVA WAS BORN
1896 IN OSTRAVA

SHE WAS A COMMUNIST PUBLICIST AND
MEMBER OF CENTRAL PRAGUE COMMITTEE.

SOME EPISODES OF HER LIFE
INSPIRED THIS FILM...

DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF
CZECHOSLOVAK WOMEN, WHO...

LOST THEIR LIVES FIGHTING FASCISM.

Mummy, could I go out
for a while?

No.

You mustn't play with kids like those.

They would blemish you.
Pray.

We could sing with them, mummy.

Or I could narrate the story
about Bruncvik you told me.

Pray.

You are always bad when
you sew a wedding robe.

Pray.

Black ones stand for Hail Mary.

White ones stand for Paternoster

(Reciting Paternoster...)

(Changing the tune and lyrics of
Paternoster into a cheery song...)

You're always blaspheming.

You'll go to hell.

You'll end up in hell fire.

But mummy, I like hell.

-No!
-It's warm and nice there.

Mummy...

Are those stars from heaven?

Those are sparkles.
Remember, only iron sparkles like that.

A cinder ignites but iron sparkles.
Only iron.

Are those hell's demons?

Yeah, utter devils
when they're drunk on Saturdays.

Their thirst makes them crazy.

Stay here, I'll bring something
to one of them.

Don't move an inch.

Yozhka, what did I tell you?

You could fall in it.

Will nothing happen to them?

Sometime it does.

Once, a guy fell there.

You weren't born yet.

We liked each other...a lot.

There was only a hissing, they say.

Nothing more.

Not even a bone.

Wasn't there even a funeral?

They put piece of iron into the coffin.

And tombstones...it's those villas for nobs.
Get it?

Not a thing left of him?
Nothing at all?

Two boys, you know them well.

And memories.

Did he get into heaven?

Yozhka, heaven isn't meant for us.

We couldn't even behave there.

It's for your mother perhaps.

We are accustomed to hell already.

So you wouldn't stink.

Your mummy was right.

You've come to hell.

But it's a cold hell.

But we are not here forever.

We will get back.

Won't we?

You at least know, your mummy
doesn't worry about your where-abouts.

What was she like?

Odd.

Strange.

Jasmine Agnes.

Jasmine Agnes?

Little

Fragile

Little...fragile eggs...

Little fragile eggs...

Where is their mummy?

You always come up with a poem,
how do you do it?

Dunno, I just do...

Where is their daddy?

Where is he walking?

Why, Birds fly, Yozhka.

They don't walk,
they jump.

Where is their daddy?

To look after their grain.

Would you like to have a father, Yozhka?

To get drunk and beat me?
No!

I'd like to have a mummy.

A mummy?

One like the others have.

An ordinary one.

They're as dirty as pigs,
goddamn brats.

Don't move, scoundrel!

A brush wouldn't do for you.

I am using grit.

Don't move!

Will you stop it?

You will sing now.
Maritchka, you're letting him by.

Sing, Yarek!

Shut up!
Let's have some silence!

If it wasn't Saturday,
I'd use my belt on you!

I'm sick of it already.
The dough is curdling.

Be quiet now!

I'll read something.

When it was Tsar Vladimir's name day,

He, sitting on a throne,

Sent his catch-poll to god Perun
to tell him:

Make thunder on my name day
instead of a cannonade

Then come here to drink with me
a cup of chocolate.

So the catch-poll gave the message
to Perun.

And Perun answers:

To rub for no reason?
What a mess?

As for his chocolate,
Let him stuff it up his ass.

Tsar or not.

Name day or not.

I don't care a bit.

I won't make a single thunder.

What would it earn me?

Not a shit!

Shame on you!
When kids are here...

But it's the great Karel Havlitchek.

I like Saturdays the most.

Yep, Saturday - drudge with cakes.

-Oh, mom.
-I want some.

Come on, brats.
It will burn your hands.

A little more sugar, mom.

-Stop it! -It's hot.
-Take this one. -Ouch.

I know, it's terrible for you here.

Don't complain, that I must
leave you with other people.

You mustn't be spoiled, Yozhka.
You mustn't.

You must learn.

I know that I'm strict
but you must be tough.

You must make it through all
and study.

You will teach people,
bring up children.

You must teach them a better life.
We will manage together, you'll see.

Better times will come.

You must gather all your strength.
You must... You must...

Drink at least a bit of
warm water.

I've just taken the cakes out of the oven.

You choose the right time
to come, indeed.

I've given those drunk fellas
their notice.

They're out already.

Finally you will have quiet nights.

-And Yozhka must learn, now...
-Is this all ours, mummy?

But I can't pay you more.

Only half of the room.
I really can't.

So you won't.
We're not eager for your money.

Kids'll be able to sleep, at least.

I'm actually sick of all
those drunken tenants.

One day we will be together alone,
Yozhka.

I feel bad, when I must leave you
with such a woman.

But she's kind.

And the cakes she bakes...

Taste it, mummy.

You know nothing but food.

...They could give us at least...

...Put potatoes and flour in it...

Bon apetit.

Isn't it too salty?

The soup!

Come on. To the queue.

Come on, hurry up,
you dirty whores.

You bitch!

Look at this swine!

Too late now.
Do you see what you've done?

Smash her face in!

Wait, girls!
Stop it!

Go back.

Stand back in line.

Aren't we human beings?

We can't fight one another.

We're human beings.
We mustn't let them break us.

You must always set aside
a piece of bread.

For worse times, you see?

Take this.

-Look, a princess.
-A princess goes this way.

The most delicate street in Vitkovice.

And the most delicate daughter!

Oh man, she's a fighter.

A princess.

Kids...

Just take it.

I told you strictly not to
take anything from anyone.

Watch out the grease wouldn't hurt you.

You're acting as if it could
poison her.

My daughter doesn't need any gifts.
She has everything.

Yesterday, that princess rummaged in
the garbage from the hospital.

Maybe looking for her father.

Misery...misery!

Mummy, don't!
Please, mom.

How many times did I tell you
not to take anything from anybody?

And not to go to those kids?

Those kids don't want me
to go to them.

Lelinka refuses to sit beside me
in school.

-Her mummy was in school to...
-Liar!

You're lying.

-It's true. Ask anybody.
-You're lying.

Give thanks for a beating.

Say, thank god for a beating.

I know well why you are bad
when sewing a wedding dress

Because no one married you.

I am a bastard and no one wants
to sit beside me.

You believe, I don't know how
I was born.

I know it all.

You only pretend to be a saint.

But you are no saint.

Mummy...Mummy!

Mom!

Help!

Mummy!

Are you sick, Yozhka?

My head again.

It must be the spine.

-How many hours have we
been standing here? -Dunno.

Ask Lauferova.
She has caused this.

We'll snuff it because of
her clumsiness.

-She didn't do it on purpose.
-It wasn't my fault. The pot is heavy.

-They promised a bonus portion.
-I feel like hitting her face.

-Girls!
-Would it ease your hunger?

Or the pain in your legs?

I have never felt so wicked.

You have never been in a camp either.

I can't get why we're standing here.

What's the point?

There's no point.

...To break us.

...To make us to fight one another.

Look, Polish women.

Jesus!

(speaks polish)

(in polish) Don't forget.

But...

But there must be some law here.

Even here, there must be...

Some justice.

Justice?

Here?

What kind?

So could a man be just?

No man can be just.

From Job's point of view...

During his suffering.

Just...

Who only can be just?

Only god.

Dear girls

Only the all-knowing...

And almighty God.

The ways of god are unpredictable.

Only god knows our deeds
and our thoughts.

Only god can change
the fate of a man...

And try the intensity of his faith.

What is god like,
Dear child?

God is all-knowing, almighty...

And just at the maximum.

He only is blissful
who is punished by god.

We mustn't refuse the punishments of god,
dear girls. On the contrary.

We must praise them.

Whom must we praise?

Well?

-Whom must we praise?
-You dirty swine!

Have you gone mad, Yozhka?!

Run to apologize.

-They will expel you from the school.
-Quiet, girls.

We saw nothing and heard nothing, see?

-It's easy to say...
-It's her jam, not ours.

Be quiet!
Maybe, he's listening by the door.

I don't care.

And what about your ill mother.
What will you tell her?

The truth.

Nothing else.

You have hit a priest?

Only his hand.

Who are you...

to dare this?

The priest must have
touched you unwittingly.

Unwittingly?

Come on. I'm not the only one
he touches.

He invites Helena to
the school library.

There's no wrong in that.

You're pretending
to be a saint again.

Get on your knees and pray.

Christ, our merciful lord...

Beg for the sake of us, sinners.
Now as well as in the death hour.

I better boil up some water for you.

You didn't eat the whole day.

Yozhka, you must make it at school.

Promise, you will apologize to him.

Mummy.

I'm in the right.

He's a terrible hypocrite.

Each man is jeopardized by temptation.

Even god has bad priests
but you're not responsible for them.

You have your mission.

You're supposed to be a teacher.

...To bring the light of scholarship.

And should I be pawed because of it?

Beg god for the power to
deny yourself.

But why?

Why?

Yozhka, why does he always
want only me?

So don't go.
Stay here and that's it.

-And he will make her life hell.
-It's all gossip.

I was there more than once.

Didn't you only arrange books, Helena?

It's so gross.

A black spider's making his webs.

He won't catch you,
if you don't let him.

It occurred to a fly...

to borrow a sting.

Yozhka, if he hears you...

She doesn't care anymore.
She'll be expelled.

Someone may stick up for me.

Your favorite literature teacher...

He's afraid of the priest
just like everybody.

Helena...

Come...

Dear child.

I'm waiting for you.

Don't go.

Don't nettle him.
He'd pick another one.

You're afraid to be the one, huh?

We are all afraid.

All right.
Thank you.

Translate that...

Over all hills..

Over all mountains,
there's a calmness.

In all the summits
in all the treetops...

You can hardly feel your breath.

-The birds are...
-What happened?

Have you heard?

In five minutes you will be in bed.

If I catch anyone of you out...

She will go to the other side
of the gate in the morning.

You know well what it means.

All go inside.
Faster, faster.

You keep silent.

So it turned out badly.

There was no conference
and won't be any.

The priest went away.

God answered our prayers.

You're talking nonsense.

How...

-How dare you...
-Calm down, mummy.

Don't get upset.

It's not about me now.

My classmate died at a back-street abortionist.

-The priest made her come
to him till... -Be quiet!

Thank god, you may finish the school.

Sure.

He settled it well.

So I could finish school
he killed another one.

A simple solution, huh?

Is that what you prayed for?

He didn't kill her because of you...

-But to take away her own sin.
-What sin?

She only didn't dare to resist.

Death isn't
the biggest punishment anyway.

God's deed is good whatever he does.

I know all that.

Now, I will wash you, make your bed.
It'll give you relief.

I hope I can last out till
you've graduated...

And have your own wages.

Regular wages.

We will move out of this lousy district.

Of course, mummy.

And I will tell fairy
tales to kids in school.

The ones you told me.

...Your soul be refreshed by...

God the Pater, son and the holy spirit.
Amen.

...Your soul be sated
with the scent of heaven by...

God the Pater, son and the holy spirit.
Amen.

A white coffin as if for a virgin.

Still, she was innocent.

Better let's go,
so we won't be seen here.

Only the teacher is here.

So it goes, Rzehova.

-You must be resigned to it.
-How could I?

-Helena was 17.
-I know.

It's an unfortunate destiny.

The ancient Greeks believed....

He who dies young is
the luckiest one. -You believe it?

We could have changed that destiny.

-What will happen with the priest?
-Yozhka...

I've always told you,
evil destroys itself.

Without our help.

You can't fight evil with violence.

It would breed another evil.

I know, your Tolstoy again.

Yours too, Rzehova.

You are too young to understand
his deep philosophy.

And he's too much a Count, your Tolstoy.

He needn't fight evil
when no one dared to harm him.

You are doing wrong
to the greatest genius of our times.

Tolstoy...

Lived the life of the folk.

He refused to eat meat.

...Made his shoes by himself.

But he could buy new ones
any time.

Or get them sent from Paris.

Why, It's...

Not the same...

To be with folk when you want to...

And when you must.

When you must hunt for
a piece of bread daily

And for clothes so you wouldn't freeze.

I know your life is rough.

But the more you must believe in
the power of good and truth.

I do believe, teacher.

I believe.

Yozhka.

The flower.

The muscat...put it here
so I can see it.

But mummy...

You don't like it.

You said, it's a flower for workers.

At least it's alive.

We have no one in the whole world.

Only each other.

I worry, you'll stay alone.

What a nice, kind doggie.

Here you go.

Nice doggy.

Oh yep, a nice one, yes

You'll have a piece o sugar.

And one piece more.

You won't have.

We're out of sugar.

Come on, boy.

Nice little doggie.

Oh, yes.

Oh, this?!

This?

What manners!

What manners!

Are these manners of kind doggies?

Wait, I'll show you.

I'll show you!

I will beat you so hard.

Stop it

Stop it!

Stop It!

Stop!

Please!

What's this mess here?

Calm down right now!

I will report you and make you stay out
till you turn black.

A committee from Berlin has come.

They ordered to Oberhauser
she must...

provide the department for experiments...

As soon as possible.

What does it mean?
What experiments?

I don't know.

The operating theater
should be prepared.

Mandel is to choose 5 girls
with good health.

Rzehova!

Rzehova

Yozhka...

I didn't believe.

I couldn't believe.

I hear you're going to the war.

-I didn't believe anybody.
-I was conscripted.

-That's all there is to it.
-But you couldn't shoot people.

Be quiet!

I remember each word of yours.

Your conviction.

-You were always against violence and...
-Will you be quiet?

Life is not a book.
You must be resigned to it.

But Tolstoy had the power to
sacrifice everything and leave.

And should I end up in some
railway station like him?

-Tolstoy was old then. In the front
there's hope left for me. -For what?

Hope for what?
When you betray what you taught us.

-What hope?
-Hope to survive.

Inside, I can think whatever.

But it's not possible...

To act another way than you think.

Life is mere compromise.

You will know one day.

...Mere compromise.

I don't believe it.

Mirka!

She's been taken instead of me.

Mirka.

Don't cry.
Come on.

Take it easy.

Don't cry, be a good girl.

Only one spoon.
Then I'll tell you a fairy tale.

And don't cry
when you have a sore throat.

But...

See, what you've done?

Now I must change your bed.

Madam, Monika keeps calling you.

She refuses to take the cure from me.

What did you study for, if
you can't handle children?

And she had the best references.

You see well that I'm busy.

Aren't your wages good enough?

And don't enter the parlour with a rag.

It's no rag but Monika's bed linen.

Don't argue!

Take Kiki with you and
tell the Cook to feed her.

Let's go.

You look kinda haggard.

Want a cake?

No, I have a sore throat.

You must have caught it from the kid.

You must eat more.

Everything makes me sick here.

All the gimcrackery here
and so much drudge and misery outside.

Queues for bread everywhere...

Be glad for doing well here.

There's a war out there.

You have at least a good shelter here.

The nobs aren't bad.
They appreciate us.

Less than the damned dog eats
would do for studying.

She chats here while
the child is crying.

So she feels like studying...

And what?

Law. So I could protect
the poor from...

The rich.

You are fired.

Didn't you hear?

Monika!

I come only to tell you,
you can stay.

I can't!

You will apologize to my wife and stay.
Monika is fond of you.

You're not likely to get
a job like this.

I know.

-I'd be better at the ironworks.
-Sing on, please.

I'm leaving after she recovers.

The bread doesn't sleep.
It doesn't.

What is she saying?

I've taught her that.

The bread went to bed.

Even we must lock up bread now.

Here...Take this.

And you, have a little too.

I'm working at the ironworks.

Your mum would be unhappy.

She thought you'd become
something special...

And your working like those kids
you were forbidden to play with.

She worried that you would blemish me.

-And did we?
-I guess so.

I'm too cheeky.

Well, I can't stand seeing wrongs
and humiliation.

You're just like my husband.

He argued with his boss
and what's he achieved?

He's in the front, god knows where.

And he left me a souvenir.

Without mom I couldn't even
support this brat...Will you stop it?!

Here.

One must shut up and
ends up yelling at a child.

-Your name is Maritchka?
-Maritchka.

I yell at her but I'd protect her
at any cost.

-Will you get married?
-Come on.

-All men are at the front.
-We could find one.

The Grandma

Crime and Punishment.

Humiliated and Insulted.

Do you have a love story?

I could never read such a thick book.

And in German.

You could work in an office, Yozhka.

This book wouldn't be the right one.

Why?

Is it forbidden?

Be careful, Yozhka.

You achieve nothing opposing nobs.

You are like my teacher.

He also says that life
is mere compromise.

-Is the bread good. Let's put it
into the belly instead of to bed.

I don't understand those things.

Well...See...

You may act other ways than you think.

You'll be unhappy, Yozhka.

So unhappy...

So were you unhappy
or happy in your life?

It's too soon for it.

This isn't her end yet.

-Maybe the happiness disappeared
from the world. -No.

Nothing like that.

Yozhka, so were you happy or unhappy?

Well, I'm not sure

Rather happy.

I think, happy mostly.

You sind very sch�r.

You mean "sch�n"

But you can put it
in our language.

-What a beauty! -You'll be besmirched.
-Damn brat.

What did he want?

Nothing, he's only a kid.

I'm just coming to you.

Will you sign that you read this?

She's attracted the attention
of nobs already.

What a handy girl.

Be glad for her.

It's also rough to be a nob's flunky.

She didn't work with her hands for long.

Her hands are too delicate.
As well as the rest of her.

The boss is tidying himself now.

If the engineer gets her up the duff
she'll be his also with the dowry.

-You'd also like to have her.
-Why not?

It's better than going to the front.

It's OK.

It'll be all OK. I'll write to
your mother to come for you.

-Be sure.
-A cold...Cold.

-Mummy.
-I'll be right there.

I'll fetch a blanket.
In no time.

The girls told me...

To give regards to you.

And that they're waiting for you.

How are you Mirka?

Is it better?

I had terrible pains the first week.

The doctor told me I could return soon.

Yozhka, you must go away.

Good bye, Good bye.

Good bye.

They have terrible pains.

But I have no sedatives.

What have they done with them?

They've cut up their legs
and infected the wounds.

You must help them.

Fetch the doctor, nurse,
the amputation is necessary.

-It's one of the Italian prisoners.
-So they have come?

-From which house?
-From the right one.

Giovanni was looking for you.

-But fetch the doctor before.
-Yes.

Giovanni.

A war.

Of course I'll go with you.

Don't worry. I'll go with you.

They gave her half kilo of plums
instead of potatoes.

Go home!
We have nothing!

The children are crying
from hunger, Mr. mayor.

Put them to bed.
They will fall asleep after crying.

My kids haven't seen bread for ages.

You damned scoundrels.

The damned war must end finally.

Potatoes.

We didn't even get the bloody potatoes.

Come with us and smash their faces.

Shut up, women.
You'll end up in prison.

It'd be better than starving to death.

Are you insane?
Disperse.

-Shut up, hag!
-Speak for yourself!

Stop it, goddamn.

It's not you who'll be sent
to the front.

What'll happen to my wife and kids
whilst I'll be fighting?

You're no good...

When you can't stand by them.

Let me go! Here.

Scoff this!

7 kilos of potatoes? 7 kilos?

-Stop it and go home, go home!
-Let me go!

Go home I told you.

-Can't you hear me? Go home!
-We're dying of hunger.

You crazy woman!

We'll conk out if you don't stop this!

-Guys, the hag is right.
-What could they do to us?

The emperor doesn't want us
to starve to death.

Stuff the emperor!
Let's attack them!

Attack them!

Fr�ulein, a great view from here.

Knock down the gates!

Knock down the gates!

We are the winners!

-So much grub!
-Flour.

Real flour.

Take it...and don't destroy it.

-Look at this, guys.
-Shut up and take it.

Here they are, the cunts.

Cigarettes.
That's what the bastards need.

-Follow them.
-Let's go home.

Let it go!

Sugar!

Come on, don't let her catch it again.

Take this.

Don't stay and take it.

And run.

The soldiers are here. Run away!

Halt, company.
To the fair.

To the fair.

Part!

But the Emperor agrees with pillage.

He doesn't want us starve to death.

He needs us alive.

Look at the horses.

Company, shoot.

Load the guns.

Prepare!

Aim to the air!

Fire!

Come on. Maybe we can help her.

Knock at the pastor's door.

Come on, knock.

Let us in for god's sake.
We have an injured one here.

Open the door!

We have an injured one.

The pastor is also afraid.

There's no god any more.

He's been killed in this war.

They didn't need them anymore.

Oberhauser gave them Hexobarbital.

A few seconds... and it was all over.

I am so sorry.

I almost got scared there was shooting.

What's wrong?

Why are you crying?

The war is over, isn't it?

-Are you hungry?
-No

Have you lost your beloved?

He may return after all.

I wasn't allowed to go with him.

-He was repatriated and I wasn't allowed...
-A prisoner-of-war?

An Italian.

An Italian.
It'd be a lousy match.

I fought even there.

Nothing but stones all around.

They scoff stones there.

First they were with us.

I mean, on Austria-Hungary's side.
It's against us actually.

But then...

...Against Austria-Hungary.
It's on our side actually.

I mean...

The side of the republic.

How could one know the ropes?

Austria-Hungary lost...

We won.

Especially...I...

I did a scoop.

Rouse yourself.

And go home, lass.

I have no home.

You have.

You bear it in yourself.

Home, it is...

A woman...

A woman and children.

That is the complete home.

Go home, little one. Go.

You never established your own home.

I think, you're doing me wrong, mother.

I had a home though not for long.

I didn't like your husband either.

I had two.

But you couldn't know either of them.

It's better that I didn't live to see it.

What's so important that you've come
all the way here to tell me?

Let's have a drink first.

I got a job.

I've been employed by the guild office.

We can get married.

I'm a bit shocked.

But I'm glad.

About your job
as well as the other thing.

I'd like to live like the others do.

...To be together.

-You can accompany me at work.
-It's not what I meant.

The last time I did exercises
was at school.

It's high time to start again.

Come, the pause is over.

Could I stay and look for a while?

-I have never seen movie making. -Only
a while, I must go to the cutting room.

Change the flowers.

Move the camera a bit farther.

The lights are OK like this.

Thanks, hang the flower there...

So we can start.

-Do you like children, miss Rzehova?
-I do.

Mr. Yaburek

Yozhka, it's my birthday.
I've got a marble cake.

-I've brought a piece for you.
-How kind of you.

I must tell you an important thing.

-Just a minute -Come on, Yozhka,
eat before they scoff it up all.

But Helenka, what will I give you?

-I'll whisper it. -Do it.
-How about giving me a kiss?

Here, share this.

So, what is it?

There's a devil in what's whispered!

What do you want then?
You're a teacher?

I do only exercises with children.

Your Lidushka unbosomed to me
that your husband...

-Well, your husband...
-Damned ninny!

Didn't I tell her to shut up?

Problems with police
are just what we need!

Sit down.

Thank you.

But this is serious.
Lida is still a child.

Tell this to my hubby.

He is a kind man but when
he's drunk you manage nothing.

What should I do?

Leave me alone!

They don't know how else to agonize me
when they have fever.

The girl will have to leave.

But I need her to babysit the brats.

You can't send away your own child.

So should I send away my husband?

Who would support us?

I've already experienced life without a man.

Lida will go to her grandma.

My children...

Why is she here?

-Does she owe you something?
-Just looking for someone.

I'll give you coffee now.

Where is Lida?

It's her I came to talk about.

-You don't act like a father.
-What?

And what do I act like?

Well, I like her really.

I support her so I can also
have some fun with her, right, mother?

-Of course, you're right.
-You're wrong.

You're wrong.

I won't let you.

Oh boys, this kid won't let me.

Mother!

I'll shut your mouth, you...

Shut your trap, man.

-Have some coffee, and you go with me.
-I didn't finish... -I said, go.

Did you achieve anything?

-She will go to her grandma.
-You're insane to intervene there.

He could cripple you.

Haven't I a strong man to protect me?

He wouldn't be strong if you do a Messiah
instead of making dinner.

-There's not a piece of bread at home.
-I'll boil water for you.

Oh, my!

Yozhka, I'm really doing my best.

You always longed for a home.
And now you're running out.

And who brought me to exercises?

If I knew, you would act like a boss...

You always try thoughtlessly
to save the world.

But you must tell
the important things from the rest.

And could you do it anytime?

Is our dinner or the child's fate
more important now?

You believe you can remedy
all the wrongs in the world.

I know, you agonize.

It would be different if you had babies.

Get up!

Come on down there.

Move, you damned idlers.

Go outside. Faster!

Get up!

Will you go now?!
Everybody!

What a cold!
But let's move fast.

What's the thing on your head,
you Czech swine?

Curls are forbidden,
you Czech whore!

I don't understand.

It's forbidden! Forbidden, forbidden...

Everything is forbidden!

What did she want? what did I do wrong?

She wanted to humiliate and psych
us out. Only flat hair is allowed.

But I can't help it.
It grows like this.

The hair is not the point. She wants you
to resign entirely. But you mustn't.

You must get home someday.

Here is what I brought.

I sewed it myself. Even a baby carriage
can be made of it.

Yozhka, could you write it down...

To the Spanish kid, so she knows
how to play with it.

Come on, little one.
I fixed up everything.

I stitched on the buttons.
And this we made from two sweaters.

Aren't our women reliable?

We requested a thousand dresses.
We have 2,000 now. I can't believe it.

Yozhka and girls, come here.

-Oh man!
-Dear editors...

I send you at least this machine.
You may use it.

Come and look.

Look at that, girls.

Girls, we have a typewriter.

THE DISSEMINATORESS

Oh god...this again.

They can't keep count of us.

24 blows twice.

You will count it yourself.

You will report yourself on Thursday.

Bring her aside but fast.

Then go back to your places.

She will wake up.

-Shut her up finally!
-Don't let her speak.

See where democracy leads

We won't let the republic be destroyed
by a crazy woman.

Neither me, nor my party
destroys the republic.

It's the Sudeten Party's way.
But we are retreating from them.

Yes, Prague is a major city.

We have 3,000 unemployed.

10,000 empty flats.

But Prague citizens live under bridges
and in sewers.

It's their problem!

They are dirty scoundrels.

They are declassed trash!

For who you don't have jobs.

Could a family live on
10 crowns per week?

I suggest Prague buy
reserves of food...

And sell it for retail prices.

-Such impertinence!
-You're right.

The woman is insane.

-Let the BEE CO-OP support them.
-Clear out the hall.

The communists fetch workers
to their demonstrations.

And you lead them in chains like bears.

You shoot them when
they defend themselves.

In Radotin, you even shot kids.

-Imprison her.
-Send her back to the kitchen.

-A woman belongs in a kitchen.
-Yozhka, resist!

Stop your speech, Madame councilor.

I don't speech for myself,
but for those who voted for me.

A quarter of our children
suffer from malnutrition.

It's your statistics, gentlemen.

We are doing something for children.
You're only setting people against us.

Why send them on trips
when they are underfed.

When we can't feed them and clothe them
we are at least strengthening them.

So they'd have the strength
to fight for a better life.

-Disgraceful.
-And how many kids have you brought up?

Ask in Koshirzhe.

Ask at Zhizhkov.

Dr. Fitzner will speak.

Madame councilor may...

Be right in some points.

But she's forgetting the suffering
of German children living in Prague.

Germany was a bunch of little states
when the Czech kingdom was there already.

Clear out the hall.
The talks are interrupted...

Till the hall is empty.

Everything that is beautiful
and noble in Prague...

Is the work of Germans.

Only the disorder's been
brought here by Czechs.

The Czech swines will never learn order.

It's like a brothel.

Doesn't this one belong to this block.

I will teach you morals.

The whole block will be punished.

Why not take away their food?

Good idea.

You'll be without food the whole day.

-Take a bit, we have nothing at home.
-As you order.

Thank you.

If I hadn't dragged you out you'd be
in the newsroom all night.

I would have come.

But when...?

Is this the last tea?

Last but one, if you let it dry out.

How much have you now?

15,40...not a heller more.

I got a hundred today.

The whole hundred.

Isn't that window too bare?
Should I buy curtains?

As you wish.

Wouldn't it be too bourgeois?

Sometimes, I think about future flats.

We can't copy the bourgeoisie
like they've copied the gentry.

We must...

Create an entirely new life-style.

But what kind?

Have a drink.

We must prepare women
for the future beforehand...

I was glad, you were a woman
a little at least.

You're only an editor all the time.

And buy those curtains.

I don't have the hundred anymore.

I gave it to the printer
so the newspaper could be released.

It can't be...

I don't believe it.

She's still a child.

Gas!

Gas!

Girls, please...

-Calm down.
-Gas!

Listen to me, please.

It's only water, only showers.

This isn't Auschwitz.
That isn't gas.

These are real showers.

I'll stay. When I'm here,
nothing can happen to you.

Come along, please.

No worry...Come on in.

Come...Don't worry

I'll be with you.

You need to have a shower.

An examination now. You must go
or they beat you to death.

There's no point in opposing bagatelles.

You must go if you want to survive.

Go, it's their shame, not yours.

Come on, move!

Stand straight!

In front of me...

You needn't be ashamed.

I am a doctor.
You call it "lekarz"

Leck arsh.

Well...Why are you here?

Come on, tell me.

Will you be so kind as to tell me
why you are here?

I am a communist.

You're all Czech whores!

Come here!

And you?

Why did they cut your hair like this?

Race defamation?

Have you had sex with a Jew?
or a gypsy?

I'm a communist.

This is the end...

The end of the republic.

Everything will be harder now.

But we are in the right.

We just can't lose.

I know.

I am happy to have you.

Extremely happy.

Isn't it horrible to feel happy
at a time like this?

-I am really ashamed.
-Don't be.

We won't be happy for long.

Paletchkova Yosepha known as Yaburkova.

Birth name - Rehova.

Rzehova...with Rz.

The father isn't stated.

Was it a dirty Jew or gypsy?

No, my mother didn't tell me his name.

The chief editor of THE DISSEMINATORESS
till it's stoppage.

A member of
the municipal local authority.

-Are you a communist?
-Of course.

But the communist party was legal
in the Czechoslovak republic.

The Czechoslovak republic doesn't exist.

We know each other, huh?

From the Prague city hall.

Your speeches against
the German empire...

Would do for a charge of high treason.

I was a citizen of
the Czechoslovak republic at the time.

I see you often had problems
with the law.

Yes, I was imprisoned a couple of times.

You also often disagreed with
the regime of the former republic.

Sure.

-I tried to defend the workers.
-Even German ones?

All workers.

No matter of what nation or religion.

Don't be impudent.

See...

We have nothing against you.

You committed no offense
against the current government.

You haven't time for it yet.
And we're not going to give it to you.

Your magazine's been stopped
by your government.

The lists of communists have been given
to us by your police.

You've been expelled from the city hall
by your people.

Well, how should I put it?

You had a certain influence on women.

And children.

I've always tried to
tell them the truth.

The truth?

You said, you wouldn't let an inch
of the country be taken.

That the crooked cross would never
fly above Hradchany.

Have you had a look there?

Our flag is flying there...

...And will be flying!

For the next thousand years at least.

That's what you must adapt yourself to.

...And convince the people
who believe you about it.

You can save their lives...

As well as yours.

There's no point in fighting us.

Read this.

Sign it here and you're free to go home.

This I can never sign.

I can't.

I've been trying my whole life...

To fight injustice.

I can't stop just like that.

We're right from
a historical point of view.

Aren't you an educated man?

You know history.

No empire ever did hold off by violence.

You could have saved your life.

You have no reason to condemn me.

We don't need reasons.

We can do absolutely anything.

So you don't want to go home.

I am accustomed to prisons.

Your Czech prisons.

You have no idea what a real prison is.

Thursday is here again.
I invite you to a performance.

-Everything's all right.
-Thanks.

To make the performance perfect...

We mustn't omit any stage property.

Let's start.

One!

Two!

Four!

I beg your pardon?

Five.

I heard nothing!

Will you or not?!

-Number 8,697!
-Here

Present yourself right after work
in the writing room.

Heydrich has been attacked. Whole
families are being executed. Beware!

Hold it.

There are enough of us
ready to help you.

They mustn't find out
their husbands are dead.

People at some blocks know already,
we must hide it.

You, such a fanatic of truth and now...

The truth would kill them.

One needs at least a remote light.
Someone close.

Women from Lidice need a light of hope.

Do you still have some?

They're surrounding Leningrad north
and have reached Stalingrad south.

We'll be tormented to death.

A horse is kicking the most
when it dies.

This one dies too long.

We will snuff it here.

The Lidice women suffer
currently the most.

They do 12-hour night shifts.

They have high output standards.
Their hands are bleeding.

Letters are forbidden.

They have no one to write to anyway.

Girls...

They have some relatives
in other towns.

We could give them our letters.

It's us anyway who must
write it for them in German.

Yozhka...you can't mean it.

Yozhka....

We all agreed to give our last piece of
bread to women in judenblock.

But a letter, I can't.

We must inform the people outside
of Lidice women's whereabouts.

...That they haven't disappeared.
That they will return someday.

Yozhka is right.
My mommy will stand it.

You will agitate us in the end anyway.

Otherwise she'll give all
her own letters.

(foreign language)

What will happen to our children?

And to us?

If I get back home...

I will walk down our street...

I will walk down our street...

Slowly...and peacefully

I will meet the sidewalk again.

And all windows.

Someone will speak.

And I will be quiet.

Attention!
Come here.

Stand up! Stand up!

Come down, children, come down.

I hear in the schreibstube, they should
be released one by one.

Oh no!

No!

Children no!

Oh no!

She's got a fever.

We must get her outta here.

Everybody out! come on!

Bloody whores! Swines!
Lousy riff-raff.

And what are you doing here?
You malingerer!

Clean this pigsty!
Right now!

I don't know what I should give you.

The fever must out.

It will stop...Like it always does.

-What's wrong with her?
-She has a fever.

You need an aspirin.
And a bed permission.

An injection will do.
For calming down.

No, no.
I don't want it.

I don't want it!
I know those injections of yours.

Hold her tight, goddamn!

Help me.

Finally!

The cell.

See you next week,
if you're still alive.

I told you, I told you...

But I was happy, mother.

Great weather, isn't it?

Have the ladies slept well?

Why not let Russian women go out?

Let the Russians go out.

Let the Russians go out.

What are you waiting for?
Intervene!

Stop it!

When did you steal the flowers?

During work hours, huh?

You'll be punished
by standing on the Appellplatz!

I will teach you order,
you lazy riff-raff.

THE END