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Project C-3AX ushered in a new era

in influencing the genetic traits of individuals.

- The project's goal... - Excuse me.

Was to create a complex of cells that, through information

and a specific impulse provided by us,

could be multiplied in a predetermined direction. - Admirable intuition.

- This way, please. - Thank you.

They're here.

They're here, just keep working normally.

Does this mean your method will create a living organism?

- Perhaps even a living human? - In the future, such a possibility exists.

- What concept did you choose? - I'll try to answer that for you.

The biological system we've developed

is capable, under specific conditions,

by mere proximity to a living individual,

of receiving all information and copying it completely.

Gentlemen, we need to clear this area.

Please step back.

You too. May I? Thank you.

- That's unbelievable. - Fantastic.

This is a milestone in the development of scientific knowledge.

- When will you start mass production? - Before implementing the verification series,

scientific restraint must be maintained.

What substances make up the basic matter?

We must keep silent about that due to industrial espionage.

Unfortunately, we haven't yet managed to achieve

that the resulting tissue retains its form

even after the impulse fades.

A decisive step has been taken, we have a world first.

We must register the discovery in all developed countries. Congratulations.

Prevent panic, stay calm!

Nothing unusual is happening.

We'll get everything under control!

Come here.

The important thing is you're safe.

- Good morning, Pavlík. - Good morning, Mom.

- Time to get up. Early bird... - Gets the worm.

- That's right. Thank you. - I know, Mom.

Now do your exercises and take a cold shower.

Yes, Mom. It'll get my blood flowing,

- and I'll be sharp for school. - Great.

For breakfast, make yourself cheese toast and warm up some milk.

- And don't put cocoa in it. - Wouldn't dream of it, Mom.

It binds calcium in the body and would ruin my teeth.

You're my smart boy. And behave at school.

- We'll have a nice evening, okay? - Looking forward to it, Mom. - Bye.

What are you bawling about?

- I have to go to school. - Don't cry, we all have to go.

- Ow! Hey! - Excuse me.

You rascal! You pest! Just you wait!

You're gonna get it. Come out! Come out!

- I'm gonna kill you one day! - Now, Mrs. Caretaker...

- That's the third time. - Oh, come on!

Are you gonna let Agnes go?! Leave her alone! Let her go, or else!

Come here, my little girl. Next time, I'll rip both your ears off!

Remember that!

Old hag! Always bugging us!

- I had to give her a smack. - I saw. A mouthful for her.

Hey, girls!

- Pavel Musil, come here. - What is it? Who are you waiting for?

You. Got a blank excuse note?

- An excuse for what? - History.

Relax, we got this.

Good ol' Czech ingenuity is about to triumph again.

Charles IV...

During the reign of Charles IV...

Charles IV reigned in Bohemia.

Sure he did.

Semerád, don't prompt,

or your mouth will stay that way. Well?

Oh, and he had four wives.

And one of them was so strong she could bend a horseshoe with her bare hands.

Surely there were more significant events, no?

During the reign of Charles IV, Charles University was founded,

Karlovy Vary, Karlova Studánka...

Next up... Charles Square...

- Charles Bridge... - Carlsbad salt,

- Carlsbad wafers... - Attention, please.

- Comrade Teacher Jelínková... - Procházka, lights.

Report to the principal's office.

Repeat: Report to the principal's office immediately.

And I expect complete silence!

- Semerád. - What's up?

- You happy? - Yeah. - Then go keep watch.

Here's a map of Bohemia.

Good morning. Excuse me, Comrade Principal.

- Please. - Well... Please.

And what, may I ask?

- I'm here, as requested. - Yes, I can see that.

- You didn't call for me? - Excuse me?

- Oh, Musil. My apologies. - Well then.

- Sorry about that. - Please.

Heads up, teach.

Charles IV, son of John of Luxembourg and Elizabeth of Bohemia,

King of Bohemia and Germany and Holy Roman Emperor,

reigned from 1346 to 1378.

His contributions to the Czech lands were immense.

- Thus he was rightfully called... - Brabec, sit down.

- The sister of the Czech king... - Quiet!

Was the sister... - Next time I'll give you a proper frisking.

Of Wenceslas III and Charles IV... - Musil?

Was originally named Wenceslas as well.

Musil, give me your report card.

- Me? Why? - No backtalk.

I warned you school isn't the place for your experiments.

Chop chop!

Places! Sit down!

Don't mess with me, or you'll get worse than this.

Please pay attention to this announcement.

- The assembly for tomorrow's march... - Musil, turn it off or you're toast!

- The march destination is... - Musil...

Musil!

Knock it off. Knock it off!

They're lucky I can't risk getting injured.

Can't weaken the team.

- How? You never play. - Who says I don't play?

I played at Easter and scored a perfect hat trick.

So you only play at Easter?

And on All Souls' Day. That's when grandma visits.

Otherwise we're always at that crummy cabin.

But this Saturday I'm playing. I'll slash their tires.

I've got a better idea.

Vitana cooks for you, Musil thinks for you.

Heads up, guys!

Guys, heads up!

Heads up, guys! Guys!

- Nothing bad will happen? - They'll get a little scare.

Mom!

Boys, what are you doing up there?

- We couldn't take it anymore. - Pigeons are disgusting.

Kids, calculate the exact moment,

when we must launch the probe to intercept Halley's Comet

assuming the probe travels in a straight path

and must reach the comet at the moment

when it's closest to Earth.

You may use the formulas for Halley's Comet's trajectory.

- Our amplifier broke. - What? - Excuse me.

Our amplifier broke.

Again? Pavel, go check it.

- It's a bad connector. - Thanks. - Later.

Clear, kids?

- Okay, all set. You can play. - Thanks, Musil. Guys, come on.

Psst!

Musil, you're the best. You deserve a reward.

Gentlemen, I'm past puberty.

- You're full of yourself, Musil. - Don't let it go to your head.

Peeping Tom.

Where you kicking that, hotshot?

Pass it...

- Catch! - Toss it here, huh?

Hand it over.

Let me go, I didn’t do anything to you!

Pipsqueak, they teach you to swipe stuff like that at home?

- Leave me alone. - Can’t. It’s for your own good.

- Learn to say hi properly. - And take a bow!

Hello.

Guys, cut it out. He’s just a kid.

C’mon, Musil. You haven’t seen enough yet.

If you want more trouble, keep acting tough.

I’m just saying, he didn’t do *that* much.

- It’s his ball, right? - You heading home, Musil?

In a hurry, huh?

Gotta grab some milk, bread, salt, and...

uh... see ya. - Watch out for the curb, Musil!

- And you watch your big mouths! - Whoa, you crossed the line!

Say that again!

- Ow! - Not gonna repeat it, huh?

- So we should watch our big... - Not “big,” “loud.”

- Loud mouths, right? - No, dumbasses.

- So we don’t trip over ‘em. - Trip, huh?

- Show us how. - What?

Spill it, or we’ll make you regret it.

Guys...

Well?!

Caught red-handed.

Musil, you got no shame?

Pipsqueak, look what he did to it.

Musil, you’re such a jerk.

Shut it! I stick up for you, and you...

I don’t need your kind of “help.”

Dad, don’t go.

- Accidents are way up. - Get outta here, scaredy-cat. Bye.

Mom, I had a crazy nightmare last night.

- Don’t go. - Stop it, or I’ll smack you.

I can’t even...

I can’t hear you at all!

What was that?

Dad, turn it off!

Dad! Dad...

Pigeons.

Fix it, or I’ll tear you apart like a rag!

My show’s on TV! Figure it out at school!

Blow it up for all I care, you little punk!

What’s going on?!

- Hey, Mom, been waiting for you. - Hey, Pavlik.

You’re sweet. I’m beat like a stray cat.

Hope you’re not gonna hit me with bad news.

Nah, I won’t.

How’s that lab sample, Mom?

- Still squirming and deflating? - You could say that.

- It’s wiggling and collapsing. - Mom... - Hm?

- Bring me a piece. - You know...

I’ve got it all figured out.

We zap it with an electromagnetic field,

and you’ll see it take off.

Wouldn’t it be cool if the headlines said,

the discovery of the century was made

- by the Musil mom-and-son team? - Shh...

We could call it Musilite.

Or Musilmax, right?

I’m serious about that sample.

Just a tiny piece would do.

Go hit the books, Musilite. You’re too young for this.

You’re the grown-ups,

and you’re still clueless.

- Good evening. - Come on in. - Thanks.

- Something wrong? - Sorry to bother you,

but could your Pavlik take a look at my TV?

- Sure he could. Right, Pav... - No time to bake cookies.

- Take this. - Thanks a bunch.

- I’ll put on some coffee, come in. - Thanks.

Pavlik, you’ll head over with Mrs. Frost later.

- I’m still too young for that. - Pavel, please.

You’re always poking around, and now you’re playing hard to get?

- I'd love to! - Oh, come on!

Your little Pavlík is such a clever boy.

I've known him since he was in a stroller. He was such an adorable baby.

Who would've thought back then he'd grow into such a scoundrel?

Oh! My goodness...

Don't worry, Mrs. Mrázová, it's nothing. That's just how Pavlík plays.

I don't mean to interfere,

- but you should really get married. - Baba Yaga.

A husband would be your rock, he'd help you with everything.

That little snot-nose needs a good spanking.

Let's get to it, Mrs. Mrázová, I don't have much time.

- Good morning, Pavlík. - Good morning, Mommy.

Just quickly today. We have the TV crew here.

- I need to talk to the professor... - It'll jump further.

- I know, Mommy. - Pavel, I don't have time for your antics!

- Stop it and be serious. - No way.

It binds calcium in the body

- and my teeth would rot. - That's enough!

- We'll deal with this tonight. - Can't wait, Mommy.

Comrade Jelínková, what is that student doing with a stick?

Musil again.

- Musil, what's wrong with your leg? - Nothing, just a sprained ankle.

Semerád, get in line. Show me.

- You want to go on the hike with this? - What bad luck.

Just a little bit. I was looking forward to it so much...

Go to bed.

You'll get to hike plenty in your life. Don't worry.

- Good day, Mr. Vácha. - Wait, wait.

I can't call your mom right now. The TV crew is here.

Try again in two hours.

If we manage to complete the last... ahem... Excuse me.

The final phase of our research,

our invention will be a great contribution to medicine.

Especially for oncology, surgery, prosthetics...

and for prosthetics.

Viewers would be interested to know if it would be possible with your method

to create an entirely new individual.

A kind of artificial human.

Well...

it's definitely not science for science's sake,

but research to ensure progress in all modern genetics.

However, there's a catch to the whole thing.

Nerve cells are preserved unchanged only in a certain creative state.

If an artificial human were created,

they would probably be psychologically speaking

only an unchanging reflection

of the duplicate's mental state at the moment of creation.

Let me give an example.

If, at the moment of birth, the duplicate's template

had an angry and aggressive mood,

then the duplicate would be only angry and aggressive. And vice versa.

My colleagues and I are aware that all this is a pipe dream.

- Though perhaps a near future one. - A very near future, my colleague.

We want to present the results of our work to the global scientific community.

- Good day, Doctor. - Good day, Mrs. Mrázová.

Please don't be mad, but come take a look

at what your little rascal did to me.

- Just go. - Well... - Go on.

- Mrs. Building Manager, I don't know... - Well!

Wait.

Hey, girls.

Just look.

Oh...

Well! Well!

- You see it. - I'm so sorry.

You can't do without a stick when raising children.

My husband spanked our son even after he came back from the army.

And now our boy only brings us joy.

You can't experiment with such antiquated equipment.

Hi, Mommy. Good day, Mrs. Mrázová.

But, Mom, physical punishment

suppresses noble qualities in a child.

You little rascal. I'll...

Suppresses!

- Mom! - I'll show you!

Wait a minute!

- Aren't you even a little ashamed? - I'm ashamed! Totally ashamed!

- You're just embarrassing me! - Mom, what's gotten into you?

They're suppressing traits...

Mom, what's wrong, Mom?

Fine, go ahead and spank me then.

Yeah, right. I'm done with you.

A kid like you? I don't even wanna look at you.

What do you mean, "like me"?

- I'm totally fine. Seriously. - Oh, yeah. A real gem.

I was just talking about you with everyone. They can't stop singing your praises.

That's all just gossip.

- Who were you even talking to? - Please, just drop it.

Mom, I'm gonna turn things around, I swear.

- Starting Monday, it's a whole new me. - Yeah, when pigs fly.

Fine, tomorrow then. The second I wake up, I'll be different.

- Pavel, I don't buy it. - Then right now.

I'll say "now," and I'm changed. Watch. Now!

Oh, shoot! I forgot to wash my plate.

No way! I totally nailed that Russian homework.

The Russian teacher is definitely gonna say:

"Very good, little Pavel!"

Mom, I gotta tell you something. About that science project, you know?

We'll talk about that when you're a good, honest kid.

And for more than one evening.

I will be, Mom, I promise. You'll see.

I'll be a good, honest kid, Mom. I'll be good and honest...

- Good morning, Mom. - Time to get up.

The early bird gets the worm. I know, Mom.

- Turn that off and get out of bed. - I'm already up, been up forever.

- You're not playing that tape recorder again, are you? - Mom, why would you even think that?

I'd never lie to you. Don't worry. Bye.

- What are you doing here? - I live here. Get up, it's late.

- Those are my jeans. - Mine too!

Here, take this.

I basically invented you, right?

You're, like, from an electromagnetic field, aren't you?

Huh? I'm Pavel Musil from Prague, 6th grade.

Yeah, Musil.

- Dude, hurry up, we gotta get to school. - Hold up. We're both going?

How else? We can't be late.

- I'm going no matter what. - Yeah, sure, sure, go ahead.

- Hurry up, don't be late. - School's my thing.

- Pay attention in class. - Yup.

- And don't goof off during lessons. - Got it.

- And make sure you speak up. - Obviously.

Go on, then.

Hooray!

- Can't wait for school, huh? - I don't wanna go to school.

Oh, come on! Take a look at this!

The neighbors' place is like a pigsty!

And here? What a dump!

I'm not anybody's maid!

You're all gonna pitch in to clean this place, and you'll do it right!

- What are you doing? - Sweeping.

Why should you have to clean up this mess

that us tenants make? Like these peels.

I hid them behind the trash cans so no one would find out.

- Why are you telling me this? - Because it's true. - Here!

- For what? - You little punk!

Don't you dare make a fool outta me!

Geez, Pavel. Trash can chic, huh?

- You gonna let me copy again today? - Sure thing. Copy what?

- What? We got history. - You didn't study?

I did, but I was wiped out from practice,

- and I fell asleep studying. - Why'd you lie down?

When you're studying, you gotta sit on something hard.

You don't need to tell me that.

- I couldn't sit 'cause my butt was sore. - You guys put sausages on chairs?

Yup, and hot dogs in the dresser.

Check out what my parents gave me for wrecking the car.

- Whoa. - You better steer clear of them too.

- Or they'll mess you up like that. - Well... They’d be right to.

They love that car, saved up for years,

and we go and pull this stunt.

- I'm so ashamed! - What are you blabbering about?

It's not fair that you took all the blame.

I’m the one who messed up more, and nothing happened to me.

- Be glad. - Nah, that won’t do.

- Sort it out with your folks. - About what? - The beating.

If it works for them, I’ll swing by at six tonight.

Hm...

- Afternoon, Mr. Martinec. - Hey.

Can I borrow the key to the electronics workshop?

- Oh, it’s you. Shouldn’t you be in school? - Nope, I’m off.

We’ve got a quarantine, and they’re disinfecting the whole school.

Fair enough.

And forget this thing. I’ll have it made in gold.

- You? With what money? - Oh, from the Nobel Prize.

Thanks!

And the best part’s coming up.

To the board goes...

- What’s up, Semerád? - Ma’am, Musil’s raising his hand.

What do you want, Musil?

I’d like to excuse Mirek from the quiz.

He had such a tough practice yesterday, he couldn’t study after, right?

- He had what? - Soccer practice.

It’s a big deal.

Sports are a key part of a modern lifestyle

and a hallmark of cultural, social, and political-economic progress.

Musil, cut it out with that nonsense.

It’s not nonsense. I read it in the paper.

One demerit’s not enough for you, huh?

Show me if it’s signed. Lucky you.

- What’d your mom say about it? - She doesn’t know, I sign it myself.

- You’re jumping with a sprained ankle? - What sprain?

I faked it to skip the marching drills,

‘cause I needed to steal something then.

You’re gonna overdo it with that scheming one day.

This table’s taken. Find another spot!

Didn’t you see the sign?

- Nope, didn’t see it. - The waiter forgot to put it up.

- Stand up. - And march it out!

We’ll leave the pastries here.

- We’re out, we’re out. - You guys are pigs anyway.

Move it!

Hope you choke on it, you greedy jerks.

Kid, didn’t they teach you some manners?

- No worries, we’ll fix that. - Ow! - Punk, don’t be stupid.

- You’re not gonna fight a girl, are you? - Why not? We’ve got equality.

Not so you can act like a jerk here.

- So I’m acting like a jerk! - Yeah, you’re pulling her hair.

You’ve got no right to do that. Or to kick anyone out

- or mess with their pastries. - Oh, I do. Might makes right!

- This isn’t the law of the jungle. - Isn’t it? Watch this.

- Ow! - Anyone can do that. Check it!

Three on one, you cowards.

Get the camp counselor!

Ow! Ow!

What is this, a zoo? Break it up!

If you’re done eating, out! If not, back to the table!

Take it back.

Move!

Hurry up, you dumb meathead!

Mr. Martinec.

- Thanks, Mr. Martinec. - No problem.

Got any Nobel Prize cash left for a new rabbit hutch?

I might pass on it. Science isn’t about the money.

Hey, Pavel. You were awesome. Punk had it coming.

- No big deal. - Catch ya. - Later.

Hey.

See you.

Afternoon.

What’d you do? Can’t let you out in public.

I did what needed doing. And you? Didn’t even show up to school.

I’m probably done with school. They’ll take me straight to college.

You should’ve returned this ages ago. Show me, I’ll handle it.

I swiped it, so I’ll return it.

- Right now! - Yeah, right now.

And you better hit the books, so you can go run around a bit.

- Pavel... - Don’t even try! Not mine!

- Gimme those! - No way.

- Gimme those! - Not happening.

What’s that?

- Let me have a bite. - Yeah, right.

- You want a bite? - Duh. What’s the good stuff?

Teeth!

- Semerád, you happy? - I'm not happy.

You will be.

Hobo! That's his bike!

- Hang on guys, I'm coming to help! - You're asking for a smack, Musil!

So it's the storm doing this.

Hurry up or the Hobo will get away!

How dare you? Come on, let's get out of here!

- Wait, all three of them are there! - So what?

No one should slap people and steal their bikes!

Hobos! Give those bikes back!

Stop! At least take a blanket!

Hey, are you really not afraid of anything?

Could you climb up on that roof over there?

- If it's for a good reason. - You know it is.

I've got this barking bag, and you'll take it up to the roof.

- Why? - The super will think

it's her mutts, she'll climb up after them,

I'll shut the hatch behind her, and she'll be stuck up there.

- And why should she be stuck? - So many questions...

Because she's a witch and she terrorizes me.

No way. I don't do dirty tricks like that.

I settle everything face to face.

Can't leave well enough alone, can you Pavlik.

Go to hell...

That was perfect. What a show!

Now we'll both jump out at her.

- Get that lighter away! - Why?

You brat!

Just you wait...

Pavel, you weren't in that institution.

- Where's the specimen? - Behind the door.

Don't open it!

- Tormenting an old sick woman... - That wasn't me! It was the other guy!

Which one?

- Come out and take your beating like a man! - I didn't know she was sick!

- She looked so healthy! - That's a mitigating circumstance.

I propose suspended sentence.

Fine. But if he starts again, I'm jumping him!

He should go fix Mrs. Mrázová's television.

Go on, get going. And no funny business!

Just what I needed - you two.

- Glued to the tube again? - Lectures don't work on you.

Move! It's coming up now.

Hands behind your head!

Bartoška.

Don't touch that, this is our apartment!

- Ours isn't? We're Musils too. - Fake ones. Only I'm the real deal.

- We'll show you who's fake. - Then go fix Mrs. Mrázová's TV.

- Should've been done already. - So what do we do with him?

Mom.

Pavel. Pavel.

Oh... Well...

Hurry! She mustn't see you.

Maybe he really did start a new life.

Get up, lazybones. Early to bed, early to rise...

Mules.

Take proper food with you!

- What? - You'd stuff yourself with wafers again!

- If I had a mouth like that... - Go wash up.

I'd have it amputated.

Brrr...

It's freezing. Brrr...

No! Leave me alone!

- Wait. What do I carry? - Tell you what - we'll take turns.

- We only have one gym outfit. - I've got plenty of outfits.

You'll find them. Over there...

- And you go to school. - Right.

- And get us good seats. - On my way.

Pavel, there's nothing here.

Where are you? It's locked. Pavel!

- You did this on purpose! - Keep it down!

People are still sleeping.

Take your seats.

Today we'll leave nothing to chance, Brabec goes to the blackboard.

What, Musil, not trying to stop us today?

I’m thinking about it, but I’m not sure how to pull it off.

Then drop it, or I’ll test you myself.

- You ready or what? - I looked it over,

but it’s not gonna be a big deal.

I didn’t have much time. I kinda… came into being yesterday.

Quiet!

- Came into being? How? - You know, the usual.

Lightning flashed, thunder crashed, and I crawled out of the dirt.

He’s a worm!

Ostrich wannabe.

Iguana.

What’s going on here?

Sit down!

Can’t the teacher step out without you all acting like animals?

Sorry, didn’t know you were here. What’s the deal?

Nothing new. Musil’s explaining why he didn’t prep.

Musil, spill. Why didn’t you study?

I studied. Just didn’t do the homework. The other guy wrote it.

- Other guy? Who’s that? - My other self.

So you’ve got a second self? Interesting. Hope it’s better than the one we’re seeing.

Hard to say. We’re pretty even.

- The real mess is the third guy. - Third?

Kid, it’s fine. Take a seat.

- Ma’am… - Yes?

Maybe skip the quiz today.

The air pressure’s crazy low, and there’s some solar flare stuff going on.

Just go over some new material.

Pavel, open the door! I need to get to school! Pavel!

Pipe down in the closet!

Reminder: This movie is not suitable for kids.

Pipsqueak, get over here! Closer. Come on!

So you’re gonna snitch, huh? Who stole your bike, huh?

- I don’t know. Nobody. - So not me? - Nope.

- You didn’t swipe it yourself? - Yeah, I stole it.

Then tell your folks. And apologize.

Punk, leave him alone!

Look, Musil, you haven’t had enough,

- if you want more… - Save your trash talk!

Leave him be, or I’ll jump you!

Whoa!

- Do a barrel roll! - Move it!

Break it up! You’re acting like wild animals! Are these our scouts?

- Nutcase! - Same old crew!

Punk, I warned you to cut it out with that rough stuff…

- Sorry, Comrade Principal… - What’s that? …he’s the one beat up.

You sure about that?

I want to hear this won’t happen again!

Can’t promise that. Punk’s gonna get what’s coming.

Scram!

- Pavel, I gotta get to school! - Then climb out.

- Where’s my homework? - For what? School’s out.

- Pavel, we’re voting you squad leader. - Whoa, Pavel.

- You’re a born showman. - The big boss was totally floored.

You gonna nail it at math tomorrow?

Pavel, you’re growing up right before our eyes.

- Me? - Duh. Where you headed?

- To school. - Kids are leaving school, and you’re going in.

Catch ya later.

When you’re out fixing wrongs, let me know—I’m into that.

See ya.

He keeps signing his name everywhere.

- And I confiscated this from him. - Attention, please!

Calling Comrade Jelínková to report to the principal’s office.

- Afternoon. I’m here to apologize. - About time. - Let’s hear it!

I’m sorry for skipping school.

I, uh, got myself locked in the closet by mistake.

- Locked yourself in the closet? - Yeah. Just got out,

- even though I begged… - Out you go!

See you around.

- Why you all over me? - We wanna see it.

- See what? - You’re chasing Punk, right?

- You totally owned him. - You taking on Sedlák and Vrba?

Leave me alone!

Get back here!

- Damn it! - Over there!

Look, in the sewer.

He’s there. Grab it. Quietly. Set it down. Move it. Watch out!

Get away from that! What are you doing? You jerks! I’ll kick your asses!

The cat goes through the hole, the dog through the window, the dog through the window,

if it doesn't rain, we won't get wet.

Those lab-grown guys aren't going to annoy me.

Brothers, could you come help me with something?

- Sure. - If it's for a good cause.

So hold these light bulbs.

Hold hands...

- Ow... - Ow!

Oh, come on!

Ow! Let me go!

Why are you following me? I can hit it myself.

- Just in case you mess something up. - With you, you never know.

Pfft, "human."

- Come on in. It's not locked. - It's me, Mrs. Mrázová. Pavel.

- Hey there, Pavlík. - What's wrong with you?

- Oh... - Do your legs hurt?

And how. Phlebitis is a terrible beast.

Good day, Mrs. Mrázová.

And I think I have a fever too.

- Good day, Mrs. Mrázová. - Oh. Ha...

And a pretty high one.

- Hi, Mommy. - Hi, where are you rushing off to?

To the pharmacy. Mrs. Mrázová has phlebitis.

- We need to call a doctor. - It's already taken care of.

- Hi, Pavlík. - Mommy.

- What are you doing here? - Mrs. Mrázová has phlebitis.

- Yeah. - So I'm cleaning for her.

- But what about the medicine? - Don't worry, it's handled.

Hi, Mommy!

Hey there.

What are you doing here?

- And what are you making? - Cream of wheat.

- Porridge? - Mrs. Mrázová has phlebitis,

so I need to make something light.

- And what about the stairs and the medicine? - Don't worry, it's handled.

Is it even possible for you to get all this done?

When I know why I'm doing it, I can push myself.

I still love you...

Oh, Maria...

- Don't push in. - I'm not pushing.

- It's my turn now. - Hmph.

- We said every fifteen minutes. - You don't get a say.

Be glad you can even be here. She's my mom.

- Ours too. - Says who?

Go cuddle with your test tube.

I love...

Sit down, Mommy, I'll get it.

You cheater!

My girl from Tiber,

tell me when you'll be alone,

- when you have time to kiss... - Mom, would you like to have more kids?

- Where did you get that idea? - I have good sources.

- And I wouldn't mind a couple of brothers. - Oh, you little chatterbox.

- And the textbook and notebook! - Quick,

Mrs. Mrázová is probably hungry.

- Hurry. - Wait.

- What are you freaking out about? It's Saturday. - Don't yell!

- Do you want to wake Mom up? - But...

- So, who goes where? - Doesn't matter.

Let's do rock-paper-scissors.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Hey, this isn't working. We seem to agree every time.

We're both Pavels Musils, after all. So let's just leave it at that.

Mrs. Mrázová, what are you doing here?

I wanted to make coffee. Help me up.

But you can't get up. You can't even walk.

I'm not staying here forever, am I?

Don't worry. Trust an expert.

Do you have a plank? Or an old door?

Mirek!

Mirek!

All aboard.

- Well, they're taking me away now. Derby is screwed... - No, no, no.

- Don't worry, I'll talk to your folks. - Get in.

Good day, Mr. Brabec, I need to speak with you seriously.

- Don't touch my car anymore. - Go!

- Little punk! Dang it. - Don't worry! I'm right behind you.

No sweat!

It's safe, Mrs. Mrazova. This thing could haul a horse.

Well, look at you, a regular engineer. I saw a piano moved like that once.

Someone should stay here. What about your Johnny? Wouldn't he take care of you?

- Oh, he'd love to. - So where is he?

Right now? In Bombay. He's a sailor, you know.

My little Johnny, he's a gem.

He'd never leave his mom in the hands of strangers, unlike that old geezer.

- Who? - My old man, of course. Mr. Mraz.

- He's in Bombay too? - Nah, under the bridge.

Lives in a trailer at the construction site, too stubborn to apologize.

- Apologize for what? - What kind of man runs out on his family?

Okay, maybe I shouldn't have dumped that soup on his head.

He got all huffy, said he'd lose his hair. As if that old bald guy had any left.

I wouldn't want that geezer around even if he was dipped in gold.

Ouch... Kid!

See, almost got it right.

Catch you later. That old geezer will be here soon.

Why're you ringing? Want my mom to see you?

- Yeah. Can you get her, please? - Good afternoon. Sure thing.

Mom!

- Good afternoon, Professor. - Good afternoon.

- Sorry for dropping by like this, but... - No worries.

Wednesday I'm in Belgrade to present our discovery, so...

- I need to prep the materials. - I brought some documents.

- Wanna take a look? - Absolutely. Come on in.

You know, I'm wondering if we're jumping the gun here.

I thought the same. Don't want them thinking we're frauds.

- What if you tried a storm? - Yeah, a storm, good idea.

- What kind of storm? - A regular one. When lightning strikes,

you stick the compound out the window and...

I keep bragging about how smart my kid is,

- and then you come up with this... - You'll see.

Two kids are coming by soon, and it'll all make sense.

If they're like you, I'm sure it will. Go wash up. Move it!

- A storm. - Professor!

What's up?

Know where I can find Mr. Mraz?

- What do you want with him? - He's gotta go home; his wife is sick.

- And there's no one to look after her. - I knew it. She sent you to beg?

- Nope. - No? What'd she say?

That she's got some peace now. Said she wouldn't want that old geezer even if he was dipped in gold.

No Mr. Mraz here.

- Know where I can find Mr. Mraz? - Right here. Where else?

- That old guy says he's not there. - He's lying. That's Mraz.

Mr. Mraz! He says you're Mr. Mraz.

You gotta go home. Your wife is sick! You need to take care of her.

Get out! And stay out of what doesn't concern you.

Hey. Is Mirek home?

- Nope. - Yes, he is! - No, he's not! - There he goes again.

He follows us everywhere. What do you want?

Mirek can't go out. He's gotta study history. Got it?

- That's why I'm here. - He could use the help.

Come on in.

Not closer! Stay ten meters from the car and the cabin. At least.

Good afternoon, boys. Come in. Pavel's waiting. Pavel!

Make yourselves at home, boys.

- Quick! - Grab him!

No! Ow!

- Control... - The basics...

- Let me go! - These are... - You can't work here.

- Come on. - Let me go! - Hurry, let's go.

- What are you guys pulling? - Can Pavel come out?

- Why not? Go ahead. - No, I don't want to. I got six tests tomorrow.

- So Pavel will study and come later. - Yeah! - For sure.

- We got no one to hang with. - Ow! - Why're you yelling? Fine.

- See ya. - Catch you later.

Mr. Mraz, your wife is sick. You gotta take care of her.

Mr. Mraz, Mr. Mraz, your wife is sick...

Dang it...

I'll get you!

You...

Come here, you little punk!

- Your wife is sick! - But...

Just you wait!

3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Here it is.

What'd you come up with? How we gonna do this?

Let's start from the beginning. The 13th and 14th centuries.

Forget the centuries. How do I get to the soccer game?

Duty first, then fun. The 13th and 14th centuries

were a time of flourishing feudal society

and simultaneously the beginning of crisis phenomena...

Go jump in a lake with your crisis phenomena.

- In 1356, he issued the Golden Bull... - What's that kid yelling about?

That Charles IV solidified relations in the empire with the Golden Bull. They're studying.

And why are they running around like that?

Culturally uplifted Bohemia... - Probably Comenius's school of play.

A crossroads of international trade routes.

You're flattening the flowerbeds instead of teaching Mirek.

- I am teaching him! - Then wait for him.

- But where is he? - Over there. - Where? - Right there!

Thank you! In 1348, he founded Charles University,

which is the oldest in Central Europe!

He supported the development of science and art.

Is Grandpa Frost around here anywhere?

They told me he crashed here!

- Damn it! - What are you doing?

- Your wife is sick... - Get out... - She's sick!

Look here at the map of the territory...

- annexed to the Czech lands. - You're blocking the view.

Boys, stop it and come eat.

Mirek!

- Here you go. - Could I swap with Mirek?

- Why? - He can't eat heavy food,

he has that championship game this afternoon,

and with a full stomach he wouldn't be able to move on the field.

Here we go again.

We don't want to hear about that.

- See, they're lazy slobs. - Don't talk about your parents like that.

Mommy needs rest.

If you weighed 70 kilos like her, you'd want to lie down somewhere too.

- I weigh 64 kilos and 35 dekagrams. - Yeah.

- I weighed myself just now. - I didn't mean to offend you.

I was just explaining to Mirek why you couldn't go.

- But we can go. Ten times, even. - Sorry, I didn't know that.

The car probably wouldn't handle the heat. After all, it's plastic...

That's enough! Come here! Get dressed, we're going to Prague.

Watch out, you coward.

That's Dad's love, he likes it more than me.

Staring, aren't you?

- Good day, Mrs. Mrázová. - Hey there, Pavlík!

- I brought you lunch. - Thank you.

That smells good. Tell your mom I said thank you. And you too.

- Would you mind taking the dogs out again? - Sure, if they don't want to use the toilet.

With a fever, it's better, I'm only seeing you once.

Alright, come on. Let's go!

- Your wife is sick. You need to go home... - Get lost!

To take care of her.

So, gentlemen, you're not scared, are you?

You'll never be hotshots like we used to be.

You're not the right generation.

But...

Mr. Mráz, your wife is sick. You need to go home!

You punk!

Girls, heel. You need some training.

Right face! And left look!

About face!

Overtake!

Thank you!

- Mr. Mráz, your wife is sick! - You!

- She can't move. You have to help her! - Get out of here, you brat!

- Help! - Over there!

Ow, ow...

So, Musil? What about the law of the club and the fang?

Ow! What do you think?

- We think it applies, what about you? - Me too. Definitely.

- You bet it does. - And you'll see it right now.

You rascals, get your paws off me, or I'll jump on you!

We'll beat that law of the club and the fang out of you.

- Come in. - I'm sorry,

but if you don't do something about those hooligans, I will.

Everything has its limits, and they crossed them today.

- Look at how he looks. - He belongs in a reform school.

- Not among decent children. - And who are you talking about?

- Who? - What do you mean, who? - About your sons.

- They roughed up our boy like this. - You've really raised them well.

- Must be a mistake. Pavel! - A mistake? Oh, come on.

- I'm sure he didn't get in a fight. - I'm going over there. You coming?

- This is my son, Pavel. - This kid? You don't have a bigger one?

Nope. He's an only child.

- Is he one of them? - Yeah.

- Who was the second one? - Also him. - What's that?

- And the third? - Him too.

- So he was all three? - Yup.

What kind of nonsense is this?

- How many of you were there? - Well, three.

And you go tattling?

The kid's half your size, and you're scared of him.

- But he was three of them. - And you're gonna get three.

- Right on your backside. - No, wait.

- I'll explain everything. - We're outta here.

Guys, where you going? I'll explain, Mr. Chundrlik.

- What was that all about? - I didn't get it either.

I'll tell you. I was really three. Come on.

- What? Three? - Still am. Come on.

Bros!

Come here. What are we supposed to see, kid?

Pavel.

Don't be mad; he's such a troublemaker. Take those rags to the thrift store!

So we decided to give that storm thing a shot.

We're starting an experiment to simulate it in the lab.

So what'd he say?

The early bird catches the worm.

I got summer break! I got summer break!

- We all got summer break. - I got summer break!

No way, Pipsqueak, how'd you know it's my birthday?

- That's so thoughtful. - Watch it, Musil.

You didn't think I'd let you forget the flowers for the teacher, did you?

We won 3-2, and I scored the winning goal.

Five minutes left, straight off a volley.

- Give me back that cucumber. Hand it over! - Chill out.

Hmm...

Look, Shustera, leave him alone. He's two years younger and a foot shorter.

That's why he should listen and not act all tough.

You can't pull that card here. This ain't the law of the jungle.

Watch your mouth, Musil. Wanna be next in line after him?

Keep your paws off, or I'll jump you.

- Move it. - Oof!