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These trains are driving me crazy. Doesn't it bother you?

These trains don't hurt.

Get lost! Go sleep it off where you got drunk!

We're at rock bottom, Pepicek. And I'm thirsty as a camel.

Jaruska, you're a real looker!

- Come on, we only live once. - With you? No way.

- Just a little... - Don't touch me!

- Where were you gallivanting, you tramp? - I went to air myself out.

Air yourself out? You still have grass on your back.

Jirka, come back!

I know you're here.

Come home.

You don't talk much, do you? What are you gawking at?

- Leave him alone, I know him. - So what?

So what he knows you, right?

You all know each other on this damn Zizkaperk, right?

Then you'd know that three post offices have been robbed here already.

You don't know anything about it?

Put that slingshot away, you brat!

Don't bother him. Can't you see he's a poor soul?

You can relax, he just came to see the horses.

Go!

What is it? What are you doing?

Let me go!

Pepicek, 1-0.

Let him go!

- You're such a...! - Leave him, Pepicek, he's an idiot.

I'm an idiot and he's normal?

- He wouldn't have done it if you hadn't hit him. - He belongs in a madhouse.

- What a bunch, Zizkov... - What are you talking about?

- Where are you from? - From Srácany, right?

Look, the Horned Ones.

That striped one once slapped me a few times for no reason.

- An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. - Don't be stupid, they'll beat us up.

Ow! Catch them, you bastards! Catch them all!

Alright, hop down, little fellow.

You bastard!

Come to uncle, come on.

Let's go, ladybug.

Come on, come on, let's go.

Jirka, don't fight. Forget it.

- You hear? - Even if the other guy starts it? - Yes.

I don't want to be a coward. Get beaten up by everyone.

Forget it.

Don't think about it. You can take a few slaps,

and then you'll leave this rotten Zizkov.

Who was it, gentlemen?

Confess. Otherwise, you all get it.

You?

Arms out.

You look like a wimp.

- We know each other from somewhere, right? - I don't know anything.

- What do you have to say about this? - It wasn't me.

- Hurry up, let's make it to the movies. - Wait, the little one will spill it.

Ever had nettle rash, kid? This is nothing compared to nettles.

You really bit me. But I'll forget about it if you tell me.

Lift your arms. Come on, lift those twigs!

I wouldn't want to get into your clutches, Akrman.

So, raise those little hands!

Not a chance.

If you told me who did it to you, I'd take care of them.

- But differently. - How differently?

Leave that to me. Don't fight with anyone and rather study.

Once you graduate, you'll get out of here.

A person won't find any happiness here.

Now try to fall asleep.

- No use, a woman's missing here. - You mean Mom?

- Who else? - That we don't go to the grave.

- When she died. - Is this an interrogation?

Whoever gets cremated doesn't have a grave.

I told you she had tuberculosis.

I'm not leaving here. You yourself said that from Zizkov,

a person has to be carried out feet first.

Maybe I did say that.

But I want you to have a better life than me. Trust me, Jirka.

Sleep.

- Hi, Jirka. Are you feeling better? - Hm.

Chicken, you're going to the box today. Jirka, you go to the left wing.

- What? Him in offense? - At that graveyard,

he was the only one in form, man.

- Don't you have eyes, or legs? - He's an idiot.

Goal!

You're an idiot, Mrkvicka. You could've scored. Go to the box.

Chicken, come here.

Where are you going, Mrkvajs? Stay in goal.

Goal!

Rather no goalie than this lump.

You and your old man are in hot water,

- for snitching on those Horned Ones. - Dad doesn't even know who it was.

Yeah? That striped one is going to reform school for it.

Hey, Mrkev, go to hell. You already lost us the game.

We're going to Prazačka.

Apparently some woman's bra fell off in the pool there yesterday.

And the lifeguard was fishing it out with a pole.

What do you want here?

I'm Akrman, Mrs. Dzurkova. We used to live here.

Well, you've grown since then, but you're still a long way from being like your old man.

- You haven't seen Mom? - Tirada?

Last time on those stairs. It must have been five years ago.

She ran like crazy. Just like that, without clothes.

Eyes wide open and straight into the street.

- That guy ended up even worse. - How? - Give me a cigarette.

Don't you have a match?

- What about the guy? - He didn't run, he rolled.

He was covered in blood. He lay at the bottom of the stairs.

He wasn't dead, only one arm was hanging like this.

- How much did they give Dad? - Give for what?

At court. When you had to go to the orphanage.

Dad was on an assembly job in Slovakia, though.

Assembly job? That's a good one.

My old man's been on an assembly job for over a year now.

I would never put my child anywhere. Only a white woman would do that.

To abandon a child for some guy.

Kitty Cat and Puppy Dog!

If you ever come in here again, you'll see!

What are you staring at, Kitty Cat and Puppy Dog?

Hey, calm down!

What are you doing, you maniac?

What are you doing? They'll lock you up!

He stood by the cannon and kept loading...

Citizen! What are you doing?

I'll use my service weapon!

You'd really lay into him, kid. He's a poor soul, that Kitty Cat and Puppy Dog.

During the revolution, those bastards from the Hitler Youth caught him and dragged him to Prazačka.

He was the only one out of a hundred who came back. Who knows what he went through there.

Just whistle and he'll run away.

But you have to whistle in time. Otherwise, it's a matter of life and death.

- What a mess... - Why do you keep pouring for him?

- You know him. - Pouring...

I know he's a poor soul. If I don't pour for him, I'll insult him.

Thank you, and I'll buy you a shot. Or coffee. The young one too.

You idiots...

Don't worry, okay.

Gentlemen, I'll read you something. Listen up.

Girls too. It's required reading.

In Czech class, you'll have to recount the content.

"The doorbell rang and the boy went to open it.

Behind the door stood neighbor Ema, a woman about thirty years old.

She smiled and said:

- Could you lend me some salt?" - What are you doing?

- That's "Salt Above Gold," isn't it? - This is better. Listen.

"He led her to the kitchen, poured her some salt..." And now for the good part.

"Could you fasten my garter? You have more nimble fingers.

Said Mrs. Ema and lifted her skirt above her knees.

When the boy reached for the clip, the woman gently took him by the wrist

and led his hand upwards to the dark veil of her lap."

Hruba, did you hear? You'll be tested on this.

Perverts.

Could I fasten your garter? I have more nimble fingers.

Nice one, Chicken!

You miserable jerk!

There you are, you brat!

Akrman, you're supposed to be at the pioneer meeting at Marie Zoubek's,

and instead you're snooping around.

- Maybe she'd be interested in who. - I'll smash your beak!

- What's wrong with him? - Couldn't it be fixed, Rihova?

It can't be fixed, Pepicek. It's in pieces.

Come on.

Come with me.

Come on. Come on, damn it! The train's coming.

Come on.

Come on!

He doesn't have his old nag anymore. Where did you put Semik?

He sold him for races in Chuchle. Right?

Here, take him. I had him at the orphanage.

I don't need him anymore. Here.

- Good day, Mrs. Holanova. - Hi. Thank you, Jirka.

- You gave it to him? - Hm.

- Why is he so obsessed with horses? - Why...

He grew up in a stable. He only had his dad, the coachman, and he drank a lot.

No friends, he's been strange since he was little.

My poor soul! Stupid soul!

That's what you get from the communion wine, Kozel. You're in the wrong faith.

Join the Catholics, they don't guzzle it.

- Their hosts just make you bloated. - Join the Catholics? Me, a Hussite?

How long has it been since we thrashed them with flails at Vitkov?

And now they're back again, the rascals.

I'd rather join the communists, as much as I hate them.

Catholics are a disgrace to Zizkov.

- Alena, want to go to the movies? - We're not supposed to talk.

- What's playing? - I don't know, but it's supposed to be good.

- So, are you going? - I don't know. Maybe.

Did Kozel really shoot Vondrackova's eye out?

Not the eye.

But she's a cow like an angel.

Are you talking about comrade teacher Vondrackova?

- About Kozel. That he's a cow. - Shut up and stand at attention.

- Who's this Kozel? - He was in our class,

but now he's missing.

He shot comrade Vondrackova with an air rifle and ran away.

Maybe he's already across the border.

Alright, I'll shut up now.

Kitty Cat and Puppy Dog! Kitty Cat and Puppy Dog!

Kitty Cat and Puppy Dog! Kitty Cat and Puppy Dog!

Kitty Cat and Puppy Dog...!

Kitty Cat and Puppy Dog! Kitty Cat and Puppy Dog!

- Stop that! - Aren't you ashamed, you rascals!

So what?! Or I'll come for you!

I didn't know you were such an idiot, Kocman.

That's rich coming from you, you cow.

Hey, Akrman.

Was that you?

That's it...

- Apologize! - No!

- Don't let me persuade you! - No! - Fine, hit him.

You'll apologize anyway.

- He wants more, so give it to him. - Isn't that enough? - It's a game.

Ask for forgiveness like in church.

I don't hit girls.

Mrkvicka, girls fight for you?

And your dad brings all sorts of stuff to school so you get better grades.

You're a jerk, Mrkvicka. Nobody's going to talk to you anymore.

Whoever talks to Mrkva is as much of a jerk as he is.

That goes for girls too. Either Mrkvajs or us.

Alena, wait.

It's not true about Dad. He's lying.

Wipe your nose, Mrkvicka.

- Hi. - Hi.

- You were fighting? - Yeah. But Kocman looks worse.

- Blood was splashing from him. - I told you not to fight.

It's like talking to a brick wall.

And you're lying, Jirka. You got beaten up as always.

You can take a few slaps. And when you're somewhere else,

nobody will ask who beat whom.

Then you'll be somebody. This place will be torn down anyway someday.

I'm coming for you.

Because you'll find him.

And when you find him, tell him he can come home.

That we've forgiven him.

Even Vondrackova. Just tell him to come back.

That is, if he's alive.

If he did something to himself and he's dead, then cross yourself when you see him.

And tell him that everyone loves him.

That they've forgiven him.

Pepicek, I'm looking for Kozel. Have you seen him?

The one whose dad is a drunkard. A Hussite. Do you understand me at least?

- Come on. - Pepicek, are you talking?

- There. - You go first.

He'd be scared.

What are you doing in here?

Why wouldn't I be?

It's not yours. Be glad it's not the cops.

They have no chance here. How did you find me?

By chance.

- Were you here all night? - Yeah.

Good heavens. You can't stay here forever. Come with me.

- No way. - Don't be silly. Your dad said,

- that everyone forgave you. - He was drunk. - No, he wasn't. I swear.

Vondrackova forgave you too, her eye is fine.

You're not lying?

- You're not lying? - I'm not lying?

Don't you have any food? I haven't eaten since then.

- I don't, but I'll bring some. - Don't you dare snitch on me.

I'd kill you.

Did everyone really forgive me?

- Even Vondrackova? - Yeah, you know her.

She's kind.

- I know. Can I go home now? - Yeah, they're waiting for you.

- So thanks for the message. - You don't have to be afraid.

Mrkvicka, I'm not afraid of anything.

But if you breathe a word that I cried here, I'll beat you up.

And not a peep about this bunker either.

- I'll bring Alena here. - Alena? - Yeah, Hruba.

We already went to the movies, and the sequel will be here.

- Clear? - Yeah, clear.

You go to hell too, you idiot!

Good day, Jirka. Do you have some salt?

Will you fasten my garter? You have more nimble fingers.

Hi, Jirka.

- Boys are playing outside, and you're lying here. - I'm just tired.

- What about your report card? - It's on the table.

See? You're a clever boy.

- Did anyone else get straight A's? - Hruba, Kremencova, and Kremlickova.

No other boys?

Now you'll relax. You're going to Venca's for the holidays.

- Which one? - To my brother's in Kotin.

- Do you want something from me, Franta? - Bolshevik pigs, I tell you.

And I'm not Franta to you.

- But I want something from you. - Then say it.

If you touch my fields, I'll break your arms.

- I won't discuss it with you. - With whom then? - With no one.

- You'll give up the fields and the livestock too. - You'd have to kill me.

- He didn’t have to. We don’t kill anyone. - You’re taking this too far.

When I hid that Russian during the war, you thought I was just fine.

That’s one thing you owe us. You could’ve joined the co-op too.

Never! I won’t give up my land, even if you kill me!

- But first, I’ll kill you, Akrman. - No!

You’re drunk again. Asking for trouble.

You hear that, Honzík?

I have to stab him, he’d turn us in. Back me up that he attacked me.

- Dad... - What’s this clowning around?

What’s going on here? Get your ass home!

You’d have to kill me first.

Come on.

You bastard! You stole my land!

You keep saying the same thing. Why can’t you leave these people alone?

You don’t get it, you’re a city boy.

You’re taking from these people what they’ve worked their whole lives for.

I worked it too, and so did our mom.

What did they give us, and what did they get out of it?

It’s theirs. And if you take it, you’re nothing but thieves.

- You should’ve stayed at Škodovka. - I worked there because

- I didn’t have any land. - So now you want to take theirs.

Times have changed.

I’m taking it for everyone. For you and your boy too.

Don’t steal for us.

Save that talk for the meetings.

When you first called me a thief,

I let it slide. But not a second time!

You’re not sleeping?

At least I don’t have to explain anything to you.

Get dressed, we’re going home.

You’ve broken your own kid so bad he wets himself at six years old.

It’s been seven years since you were last there.

I wrote to him.

Where they headed, Lojza?

- I’d never have guessed. - What happened?

Pepíček Várlich set his apartment on fire.

Jirko.

Jirko, where you running?

About time they took him to the loony bin.

- He’ll burn all of Žižkov down. - Should’ve been locked up long ago.

If only we knew what’s hatching in that head of his...

Move along, nothing to see here.

- I’ll wait till they haul him off. - Watch yourself.

Come on, kid.

Come on, don’t be scared. Let’s go.

Come on.

No, no...

- Please... - What do we do with this? -It’s his.

Won’t need it where he’s going.

Clearly hates people. Wouldn’t do this to horses.

You’re saying he didn’t do it on purpose, Mr. Javůrek?

He’s a good soul. Wouldn’t hurt a fly.

- Real angel. Saintly. - Probably his bulb blew,

so he lit a candle and fell asleep.

But people want drama.

And since he’s different, he must be evil.

Go on.

That’s for your report card. You’re a real tough guy.

Real classy.

- Come play ball, Uncle. - Find some buddies for that.

Back to driving for Škodovka.

Back to driving for Škodovka.

- Not chairman anymore? - No.

Wasn’t cut out for it, so I quit.

Sticking to what I know.

And how’d that argument end, who was right?

Each stuck to their guns. No more arguing now.

I’ll make you lunches, but you’ll heat them yourself.

- Brand new, huh? - Yep.

- You’re Akrman from Prague, right? - Žižkov.

Bring him Saturday, I’ll set you up. We’re playing the Chynín boys.

- Maybe. - Header!

- I’d rather play keeper. - Perfect. That’s our weak spot.

No beating Chynín without a solid keeper.

Chynín, let’s go! Jardo! Drive it right down their throats!

Don’t remember me? I’m Martina.

- Girls didn’t interest me back then. - And now?

Goal! Three-nil!

Zuzka! Come here, Zuzka!

- Foul! - Give me that ball.

- Move. - Here we go again.

Still stealing, Mráz? Heard you’re renaming the town Thiefton.

Let me go, you’re better.

- You okay? - Yeah. You?

- You’d be better at this. - Come to our place next week.

- We’ll show those Prague boys. - Two again? -Yep.

Feel like a swim? I’d come get you.

Ended in a brawl, right? Chynín boys love that.

But they’re lousy at soccer. And laundry too.

Don’t brag. Not much fighting in Prague, huh?

Not everything’s about that. Your dad could take anyone,

and what good did it do him?

You’ve got some nerve.

So, let’s go?

- You swim well. - Mm-hmm.

Look, I’ve got goosebumps.

- Water’s sharp as razors here. - That’s why no one comes.

- Could sunbathe in paradise here. - What’s that mean?

- You know, naked. - You do that?

No time for that. Women in Prague do it.

- Almost all of them. - Really? -Supposedly healthier.

- What woman doesn’t want to be healthy? - Yeah, true.

No big deal. You strip at the doctor’s too.

Looking at myself, this pale skin looks sickly.

Vinetou was always half-naked. That’s why he was so tough.

- Goosebumps happen under swimsuits too. - Didn’t know that.

Don’t believe me? Take a look.

Really look.

- Touch it if you don’t believe me. - Both like this?

- The other one seems smaller. - Smaller?

You’re blind.

Touch here.

Let’s just get in the water.

- Go ahead, I’ll join you. - Suit’s too tight, huh?

- How was Chynín? - We won. Jirka played great.

Wait, Martina.

- Need something? - Feel like another swim?

- A swim? You mean in paradise? - I’d come get you.

Forget it. You’re too young.

- What do girls see in soldiers? - Who? -Soldiers.

If you mean Martina, she doesn’t care.

Before my brother enlisted, she was with him.

- Líbo, hey. - Before that, some guy from Lhotka.

Last I saw her, she was sucking face with a chimney sweep.

- Hey. Time flies, huh? - Like water.

- I’d like to enjoy it some more. - I used to go with the guys every day.

You look fit. Seems you’ve grown too.

Pepíček would’ve been shocked. We don’t have handsome guys like you.

- Pepíček? Escaped the asylum. - Seriously? Where to?

Few folks saw him on Vítkov. They locked up Kočička and Pejsek too.

- Dangerous when drunk. - Kočička and Pejsek too? -Yeah.

Guys, what do you say? A race?

- You’d have to give us a head start. - Fine, deal.

To that post over there. Finish line here.

Ready...

Go!

Is that possible?

Next time, you give me the head start.

Bye.

Bye.

- I’ll catch up with the guys. - What’s the sack for? -Maybe play ball.

Or head to Pražačka.

- For a swim. - Yeah.

Watch out!

How many times have I told you not to do that?!

Homework done? Get home!

- Visiting, Jirko? - No... I just wanted...

- Can I borrow some salt? - You’ll have to come in.

Come in. I’m alone. Husband’s out drinking.

How much you need? Got something to put it in?

- Enough? - Yeah, thanks.

Anything else, Jirko?

- Need anything? - What do you mean? -Help with something.

You’re a good kid.

Take out the ash bucket.

- Leave the empty one by the door. - Bye. -Bye.

Won’t last long without food. And everyone knows his face.

He’ll have to come out. Then it’s over.

Leave him be. Never hurt anyone.

- Could’ve burned us all. - That was an accident.

Accident?

Don’t believe in that many accidents, Carrot.

When your dad crippled someone till they locked him up, that an accident too?

What about your dad? He got more than mine.

But for politics. He was a tradesman, that’s different.

For politics? Heard it was for smuggling.

So you’re calling him a smuggler?

Want another punch?

Ugh, blood...

What’s with your eye, Akrman?

Who’d I piss off to get stuck teaching here?

Report cards.

Let parents know what treasures they’ve got at home.

And clean this up. Can’t stand the sight of blood.

- Cold water, quick. - I’ll undo this.

Mom’ll kill me.

Tilt your head back.

Need a handkerchief. Goat, got one?

Me?

You’d need it for that eye too.

- Won’t help me now. - Shut up, I’ve dealt with this.

What an idyll. Akrman brawls and gets the ladies’ attention.

Something’s changing.

What’s the point? You got a brain?

Always getting beat up, but you never learn.

- He’s worse off. - It’s the fighting that bugs me.

But if you lied to me, I’d never forgive that.

- What about you? - Me what?

You never fought? What were those work trips for?

- Who told you that? - Who... You should’ve told me.

I meant to. Later.

- When you’re a man. - How’ll you know?

Look what your boy did to him.

Had to stitch him up. Tore loose when he sneezed.

We’re going to the station, make sure your little killer doesn’t get away.

- Mom, I started it. - Doesn’t matter.

I forbid it, and he keeps fighting. Can’t go on like this.

Mine’s no angel either. Probably not worth dragging out.

No fighting, he knows that. Right or wrong.

So I should take a beating, even if I’m right?

I won’t be a coward. And I’m not.

Jirko! What’s gotten into you?

Got a bag?

Next time, have them give you a bag,

- if they send you for this much. - Thanks.

no... Wait. Now me...

Boo!

Hey, Pepíček. I ran away too.

Want candy? Here.

Look.

Hey.

Hear that? What is it, Pepíček?

That you? What’re you doing?

Hear that? What’s wrong?

- Hurts... Bad... - It’ll pass.

Try to sleep. Come on.

I do that too when my head hurts.

Lie down and close your eyes.

I’d drink till I cried. Then try to sleep it off.

Pepíček, watch out, train!

Train, Pepíček! Move, idiot!

Move!

Could’ve killed yourself, moron. You deaf?

- You were thirsty. - Worth dying for.

Thanks. But don’t climb there again.

That for your head?

- Head won’t hurt after. - And now?

- Then it won’t hurt. - Hurting now?

When it’s dark again, hurts. Bad.

Why’d you run? Had everything there.

Food, bed, doctors.

- Slept sound at night under blankets. -Where?

At the hospital.

No. No...

- Better here. - Doubt it.

Can’t stay forever, they’ll sniff us out.

Unless we move. Far away.

No. Me! I don’t want to.

Want or not, doesn’t matter. Got any money?

This costs 12.50. Don’t even have half.

Need to eat. I’ll find something. Later.

Frantík walks past the garden

Bushes bother his eyes

A girl stands by the gate

And both were young

imagine life without you

When he spun the lathe at dawn

His second beauty.

Smiled at her with joy

And had much to say

- Let’s go, boys! - Hit it.

- Margulajs ate crap. - What’s your problem?

Mr. Mára, give him to us. Got a big match.

Come get him, punks.

- Catch. - You’re still alive?

- As you see. - Heard the talk?

- That Várlich killed you. - Kocman, got him?

Kick it to them, keep them out.

- I’m blind. But they’re after you. - Wait.

- Need to borrow cash. - Kocman, let’s go.

Pissing, go ahead.

- Won’t help much, huh? - Nope.

- Buy that new ball? - You’d sell it? For how much?

- Forty. And today. - Forty today? Maybe twenty.

Alright, twenty. Six o'clock at the cemetery.

Jirka? You know everyone's looking for you?

Got it?

Only a fiver. I swiped it from Mom.

- Couldn't find more. - For a fiver? No way.

Show me what it is.

Nice one. Hey, how about installments?

- You'd take it? A fiver a week. - No.

You can't drag it around with you.

And I'll give you a tip on how to get more cash.

- Collection boxes in church. - I'm not going there.

Give me that fiver.

Suit yourself.

But a crowbar from the construction site would be enough, and you'd be set.

Go, so we don't miss the blessing.

You make the sign of the cross with your right hand. Didn't they teach you that?

Look.

Like this.

Jan Žižka on you all! You disgraces of Zizkov!

I'm not afraid of enemies, and I don't care about numbers!

Everyone out! Or it'll end up like at Vitkov!

Every man for himself!

Whoever doesn't run will know what hell is right now.

Sir, do not disturb the service and leave.

Me? I'm a Hussite!

And your sheep, I'll drive 'em all the way to Kutná Hora!

Kozel. Alright, then.

Ye who are God's warriors and follow His law...

Beg for God's help

And have faith... Akrman.

I thought you were a decent guy. What're you doing here?

My kid said you took off, and they can't track you down.

Who was it?

I brought candy and soda. Didn't have enough cash for pills.

Take some.

Got a headache?

Lie down like yesterday. I'll definitely get 'em tomorrow.

Open the door! Or I'll smash it down!

Go sleep it off at the bar!

Pepíček!

Pepíček, what are you doing?!

No!

This won't do, Pepíček. You gotta go back.

They've got meds and everything there. You hear me?

No! No! No! No!

- I don't wanna go there! - Fine, we’ll stay here. I promise.

Come on.

We gotta sleep, or someone’ll hear us.

Look, your little horse is already asleep.

You stink, Pepíček. Like a dog’s leash.

- Why aren’t you sleeping? - They’re here.

- Who? - The horses.

You’re really nuts.

Thief! Grab him!

Stop!

Got a prescription?

I’ve got cash.

I need a prescription. Can’t give it without one.

My grandpa’s feeling awful. His head’s splitting.

- Please. - Call the clinic,

get them to write it up. Then come back. Now move, you’re not alone here.

- What do you want? - I’m here for a relative.

Visiting hours are Sunday. Now get moving.

The gate’s over there.

Please, Mr. Várlich.

Mr. Várlich. Know where he lived?

Hey there. I’m from Žižkov too.

- I’m looking for Pepíček Várlich. - Várlich.

Várlich’s a nutcase. Didn’t like it here.

They don’t have horses here.

- He’d starve if he didn’t run. - Starve?

Someone told him they feed us horse meat here.

Salami, burgers, meat, everything’s horse.

Since then, he hasn’t touched a thing. But I eat everything.

They just won’t let me have a beer. Say I’d get sick.

- Várlich’s an idiot for running. - I need those pills.

- These ones. His head hurts. - Let me see.

They keep shoving stuff in me too. But not this.

Hold on. Kroupa takes this junk. His bed’s next to mine.

It makes him deaf as a post.

- It messes with your ears. - Would he give you some?

- I’d bring you a beer. - I’m broke.

They won’t give me pants or cash. Scared I’d hit the bar.

- I’ve got money. - Show me.

Give me that box. I’ll try to swipe it.

Two bottles, Smíchov brew if you can. Meet me by the fence.

Pepíček, I got ‘em.

- Pepíček? - Jirka?

You little punk.

You’re alive. I’m running around Žižkov scared to death, kicking myself,

thinking what a jerk I am and how I’ve treated you.

You don’t get it till the water’s up to your neck.

- How you holding up, kid? - I’m good, Dad.

I got Pepíček his meds. Here you go, buddy.

He didn’t say where you were or what’s up with you.

Clammed up tight. Now he’s got pills for days.

They’re coming for him.

- How’d you find us? - We had a solid lead.

- Who tipped you off? - Doesn’t matter. We found you.

- Aren’t you glad? - Sure.

I am.

- Get up. They’re waiting. Hear me? - Josef, leave him be.

Alright, Pepíček, let’s go. Jirka’s coming too.

You’ll get food and a proper night’s sleep.

You understand, Pepíček?

Jirka’ll come visit you, but he’s going with you now.

Right, Jirka?

Come on, Pepíček. We can’t stay here.

I’m going too.

Dad, why can’t Pepíček stay in Žižkov?

It’s tough. There’s no one to look after him.

- Wanna take him home? - He won’t last in the loony bin either.

I don’t know. But nobody cares.

If you wanna know who ratted you out, speak up.

Let him keep that horse. It’s all he’s got.

Alright, Mr. Várlich, let’s go. Back we go.

- Here we go. - Come on.

No! I don’t wanna go back!

Stay out of it.

Come on, we all gotta go, or we won’t manage him.

Pepíček, run! You hear me? Run!

Pepíček, the train! Follow the tracks!

The train’s coming! Pepíček!

Stop! Get off the tracks!

Pepíček!

Don’t go there, Jirka.

Grab a blanket.

See, Jirka. You were his only friend.

Goodbye, Pepíček!

Hear that? You hear me?

Kozel ratted you out. You’ll find him by the factory.

Give him a beating.

Lay into him, you’re in the right.

- Do it, or he’ll slip away. - Nah. He’s not worth it.