All language subtitles for Koncert na konci leta (1979) EN

Concert at the End of Summer

Oh no...

What time is it?

Time...

Something happened?

I think it will.
I've got a premonition.

At once.

Where is my sea timetable?

- Something with children?
- No...

The four tones keep...

...recurring.

F, gis, E, F.

That'll be alright.

We're going home.

Right now.

But you've got a concert tonight.

For what do you punish me?

Try not to think about a stomach.

I'm trying not to think
about the kingly payment we've lost.

Am I to blame?

When you attach to something
you're like a child.

Is it just a dream
waking up in us

or the life itself
seen under the eyelids

who can distinguish
what is dreamt

Is life a theatre?

Is theatre the reality?

Is the world just a fairy tale
where can happen more than it is possible?

By the happening

by the dream,
by the truth

let's be carried away.

You deserve it.

Will you accompany me?

Shouldn't we go rather home?

We know it there, Aninka.

You're inviting him, count.

It's a wish of the goddess.

Please.

What are you saying?

He needs to be warmed up.

To be soaked by music.

- I don't know that.
- What?

When did you compose it?

Now, just now.

It's easy to compose here.

- Let's stick to the notes
this time, shall we? - Yes.

Why?

I don't like improvisations.

Halt.

This can't be true.

This should be punishable.

- Something's wrong?
- Show me an idea here.

Just one.

This, for instance.

Stolen. From Mozart.

And badly.
You didn't recognize that?

Tonik, we shouldn't
be petty today.

Just play it.

All you'll do is finger moving.

- And with what I'll plug my ears?
- Colleague has gone somewhat wild.

Sometimes it doesn't matter how it is written,
but who wrote it.

- He seems to have.
- You wished to have fun.

Imagine it's written by a court's counselor.

Let's counsel him at the court
and not to mingle to music.

It's an intentional combination
of motives.

It's a new way of music expression.

Why to scratch like this
when it is possible to do it like this?

If I want to express by music everything
what touches me

a modern philosophy

dark abbysess of soul,
titanism.

Do you understand me?

The more of talking
the less of music.

You can't sing that.
I'll bring you something else.

- What's his name?
- Dvorak, her excellency.

More like nezdvorak (rude man), isn't he?

Do we have a music lesson?

I promised you something.

Yes? You're scaring me.

Where is your piano?

In the sweet might of your eyes...

Have you had a breakfast?

I know, in the sweet hope,
that I can love you.

The words are yours, too?

No.

Very painfully.

Oh, it doesn't blossom
for our love

the desired happiness

I don't like episodes on the stage
and even more in the life.

Here, in the woods,
by the stream

I'm sitting all alone.

Once I'm seeing an old stone,

with waves rising over it.

She really got up. I thought
you were singing from the sleep.

Because of the hunger.

How come it's raining?

What then? A love cycle?

From whom?

I don't know anymore.

When I was going upstairs

I met Dvorak on the stairs.

Have you punished him
for the spoiled yesterday evening?

You'll be probably the only one
who takes this crazy countryman seriously.

Help me with it.

This countryman may
beat you all one day.

You forgot to say "crazy".

He's not Brahms, I guess, but...

If you're interested in him...

What if we send it to Brahms
by his name?

What an idea, isn't it?

Write.

- Count is waiting for you.
- I like to be waited for.

Won't he catch a cold?

Well.

I'll arrange it myself.

What then?
We're not rehearsing today?

A storm in the director's office.

Distribute.

Places, everyone.

How come?

My piece should be rehearsed.

Boss got an echo.

What echo?

What is this supposed to mean?

Someone didn't speak well about you.

There are people you can't offend.

You mean the...
...such...

noble and influential.

You can throw it to the oven.

What are you burning,
for God's sake?

Some things.

This was a quartet, for example.

Well, that is done.

Ten years of galley.

You can throw that there too.

- Is it from your...?
- No.

I've recommended my publisher to...

Too silly for a joke.

It's not a joke.

He asks when will you make a concert.

Concert...

Whom did you help by it?

It's not about the music,
I've got plenty of it.

I'd write another.

Can you imagine how much work
would have to be done?

How can I just go there
and tell them to give me the hall?

I need the orchestra for a week.

And posters...

If you lend me this letter,
it'll be enough.

Good night.

What a wedding gift.

I can't stop to applaude.

Please.

What about this,
but to gather the flamingos.

I noticed you send
someone else to the concert.

All the same I can't believe
you're leaving the stage.

It wouldn't be suitable
for a countess.

Thank you.

God cast heavy sleep on Adam
and took one of his ribs

and created a woman.

And brought her to Adam, saying:

Choose.
Choose?

Oh yes.

The bible concealed that there were one
other woman in the paradise, Lilith.

Adam got Eve so that he could
have someone near.

Lilith was flowing in the far.

He had Eve to live with her,

Lilith to dream about her.

And since then every
man has two women.

And he is faithful to both of them.

Our friend Dvorak showed me
a curious way of faithfullness.

- How many do you think there
were children at uncle Joseph? - A whole orchestra.

25.

I liked it there most.

We cleaned the room
at the fest once.

Put water in there quickly.

We spread cakes all over the floor.

Imagine,

floor covered with cakes.

I'm not at home for anyone.

Tonik, come here.

He's not an executor.

On the contrary,
you're supposed to write how much you want.

For what?

If you'd like to compose something.

But I'm doing something mine now.

You don't have to hurry.

Something sometimes.

Take your time.

From whom it is?

Now they know about us.

You should have decide
before he leaves.

Well, yes...

- A small piece for a ten and good bye.
- There can't be a small piece from you.

If someone is so interested in you...

Talk to him.

I would write a hundred.

I'd like to speak directly.

The donor doesn't want to be known.

So I don't know
if it'll be possible.

To write something in future, that's too fuzzy.

That can mean anything.

Or nothing at all.

Just a simple geste of a mecenas.

A gift so that you could do
whatever you want.

That's my only concern, Tonik.

Sign it.

But, Tonik...

Two, four, six, eight... thousand.

You wrote a thousand.

I somehow confused zeroes or what.

We would be honored...
am I saying it right?

...if we'd offer you a stable neighbourhood.

Who's loved is not poor.

Would you like as a summer flat
the white building over there?

Very nice

but we've come especially
because of the zero.

It's my mistake,
the amount surely doesn't hold.

Do you understand, my dear?

No.

I understand, you don't want to talk about it.
The notary didn't say anything.

But it is clear that...

Legacy, possibly.

It's about the thousand of golden.

I wasn't too good
in economic math.

Zero here, zero there...

You're saying we were supposed
to send you some money?

- Count, do you know about
it anything? - No.

But Josefina...

I swear...

Tonik...

Have you hidden the thousand note?

What note?

The one I forbidded
to handle with.

You've had some dream.

Drink the tea.

I wasn't supposed
to sign anything.

What are you
still scared of?

How is it called

when man remembers
things yet to come?

Is it possible to remember
the future?

You can imagine
things, sure...

No.

There's something more.

You are cold, Josef,
aren't you?

Sleep some more.

Why are you up?
Go to sleep.

You have a visitor.

Some other time.

Go there.
I'm not dressed.

Tilka took him
to your workroom.

What's use of it?

Who is it anyway?

Oh, it's you.

Maestro remembers me?

- After so many years...
- What's the purpose of your visit?

The will.

The donor who gave you the amount of...

...one thousand of golden

in his last will

makes a wish, if you'd compose
a great panychida to honor his soul.

I understand if your
creative plans are restricted by it.

The requiem could start like that.

For whom it is?

I don't know.

I forgot to ask.

It seems weird that it

coincides with...

The secret messenger came

he did not say from whom

he ordered a requiem...
A little bit of cliche.

You think...

Yes, after a heavenly
Amadeus it's nothing new.

Don't end up feeling

that you compose a requiem
for your own funeral.

Tonik, I hope you're
not a romanticist.

There's so many coincidences...

Where were you?

- Tilka ran looking for you to the tracks.
- Good evening, dad.

You'll eat later.

Surprise!

You've always wanted it...

Isn't it nice?

It is, but I don't like it.

Excuse me for a minute.

I don't wonder that you hate
these chattering parties.

I'm organising them for revenge.

My dear, you have a real talent
to make enemies.

- I have to stop this.
- Excuse me.

I'm waiting for
you impatiently.

You surely suspect who
ordered the opus magnum - me.

Why didn't you
figure out something new?

Again, plagiarism of Mozart.

Just the requiem.

If I had a marriage in mind
I'd like a wedding march.

Everyone has to die once

We don't know neither
the day nor the hour.

- And what are you going to do with it?
- I don't know.

I'll let the work play until
one will be fed up with it.

Or I'll enjoy it secretly.

Or I'll bury it with myself.

I don't like this.

- I could do anything else for you.
- I insist on requiem.

- Gentlemen's caprice?
- You're not interested in an ode to death?

A choir about sweetness
of cessation.

The death like
a crown of the life.

Danza dei morti.

I'd like to say

I don't compose alone.

If the God won't help me...

- He can't allow this.
- He can.

Hurry up.

There's nothing funny here.

What is it?

A dead body.

So you'll be resurrecting it.

Lead it somewhere else.

- Enough.
- I beg your pardon?

Oh no, you continue...

To be burned like a phoenix...

Play it for them.

Fourths, all amplified fourths.

Like a summoning of the devil.

He's writing about the final things
and is blasphemizing.

Why did you put it there?

- Because I like it.
- Don't babble.

Caprice, it's intentional.

Do you want to flush all the rules?

Yes.

Nothing's holy to them.

How does he look,
that's how he compose.

Everyone has its own truth.
This one is mine.

My truth...

When I'm composing
I'm losing myself...

No one is curious about us.

I'm approaching the law...

The music is inwards

unscrupulous probe.

The music is an aid.

This is a sick man's recipe.

To be burned like a phoenix.

Send such talent to the hell.

You'll figure it out, you'll see.

I won't.

I won't write anything.

Something annoyed you again.

We took the money.

He wants a requiem
and he's alive.

It's needed for him
to be dead?

But then this doesn't come from
a pure intention.

He doesn't know what to do, buffoon.
Everything's a pose in him.

Can you do anything
against it?

- We'll return the money.
- Forget it, we won't be hasty.

There are things
one can't tease with.

One can't barter with the death.

If he's such a fanfaron,
he can change his mind.

Write something
else meanwhile.

I noticed someone's missing.

Where is our phoenix?

- You fired him.
- How come?

You said he was untalented.

Did I mean it that way?
How could he have not a talent...

Maybe I can't stand him...

But I like him.

Why haven't you supplied him?

I guess he's not far away...

What are you waiting for?

I welcome you humbly...

Do you still have a wind
machine in your composition?

I've changed my mind.
I put it away.

I've changed my mind.

It belongs there.

Everyone should walk
in his own shoes.

Write a firework in it

if it has a decent sense.

In order to hear a genius
one secret note is enough.

He has to be always
in the opposition.

That said director behind the door
when you were playing.

He understands it for sure.

- He said according to one note?
- Which one it is?

That's what secret about it.

When no one's asking
I know it then.

When I should explain it
I don't know anything.

I'm only humbly waiting.

The beauty comes alone mostly.

If God will let her
she'll find me.

It's like a man would
get a magic wand.

I'm looking for a living water.

Nothing more.

Here see how composing
should look like.

How many parts it contains!

And every one of them is important.

Even the slightest pin
holds something.

I'd give all my symphonies
in exchange of inventing locomotive.

You'll wake up kids.

I'm still having such weird dreams.

I'm running in a city

and I can't find a station.

Where do we have the money?

A futile effort.

I have to rip every note from me.

If you won't fulfill the contract

he'll be ripping them from you.

I can't concentrate on anything else.

What an unimportant man.

And look what he can do.

We'll return them until
it's not too late.

The man even doesn't know
how many money he has.

Are you aware of the distinction
not to have the thousand golden for us and for him?

I'll bring them myself to him.

Tonik, we don't have the money
for a long time.

- How could you?
- There has to be a housekeeper in the family.

It was imposed on me.

I have to care about six children.

You're the seventh.

Where do you think the money came
for food, a flat, clothes from?

I wanted for you not to be disturbed
by a common worries?

I wanted for you not to be awaken
by another dreams.

What did you bring
from your home?

A beggar's stick, a bread's crust...

Have I ever needed more
than any workman?

And have you ever seen
I kept something for me?

In order for you to know
what came from a tough crusts...

When Beethoven was writing this

- he didn't eat anything else.
- I won't let anyone to disdain us anymore.

He didn't have a sou!

I mean he did have money
but he forgot it.

A man seems to cease exist
without money.

Why won't you drop
on your knees?

Shall it be done finally?
Where are you?

Shall it work finally?
What now?

I've come only
because of the Mozart.

- What happened then?
- Tonik, I beg you,

Why didn't he finish it?

Or he died because he
didn't finish it.

Don't throw your
worries on me.

Couldn't you lend me
a thousand of golden?

You don't really know
what every your visit means to me.

Give me back the contract.

You surely won't refuse
a cup of tea.

- I won't write it.
- Have you got too little? I'll give you more.

- No.
- How many?

Music can't be deception.

Can it become more decent
when you corrupt it more?

It's like a man would want
to lie through to a truth.

Oh my simplicity.

Beauty comes from a devil.

Don't worry.
It'll have my signature.

You'll write the sabat
in my place.

You'll make the most
expensive noise in the world

And I'll make
the most expensive silence.

If only my son could see that.

If he returned today
it would be too late.

He won't be a first man
who was ruined by a fortune.

I love politics.
Parliament's made my husband rare to me.

Our dear Josephine has to play
drama even for herself, hasn't she?

Yes, I am my most
devote audience to myself.

I clap after every
act to myself.

If I like something especially
I have to repeat it few times.

Do you know the comedy about the man who crawled
into a golden cage and shut himself in there?

- Tonik needs to speak to you in private.
- In private?

Are we enough alone here?
Please...

- Couldn't you return the money?
- To whom?

To the one...

To your...

I understand.

You know I am a butcher
in profession, but...

You don't have to explain yourself.

I know my brother-in-law very well.

Give me the money.

He's got the contract.
He insist on it.

- I'll arrange it somehow.
- Mistress...

Madame from New York is here
with her companion.

Offer them something.

- Yes, but...
- I'd go if I were you.

I put it on the very bottom.

It is a kind of neurosis
to write a diary.

I dont' blush here
and there are so many volumes in it.

Shall I ever know?

I'll introduce you to
an american millionaire.

She'll be interested in you.

Let's go.

Take Gluck, for example.

German by origin, born in Bohemia,
living in France.

A national art

was ludicrous to him.

Doctor...

My students over soda,
I call it preparation to immortality.

Cigarettes like an old feldwebel.

If only it would be Trabucco.

Sit down.

- As usual, maestro?
- Yes.

Tell me something.

Or read.

You were very talkative before...

We have to ask an artist first:
Are you a patriot?

But I'm asking:
Are you a musician?

In order to become famous in the world
it has to be czech at first.

That's us.

What is czech
that's nice.

Lend me a rubber.

A pen is great invention

but a rubber is better.

Isn't there enough things
which didn't make it up?

In order to world take it
it has to be good above all.

You're not saying anything.
Tell me something.

Why are you silent?

I've been thinking how to arrange
for us to make our work flourish.

You'll be lead by the Ideal.

- But I gave the money...
- Money can't interest us anymore.

You'll write it for free.
Because of our relationship.

From the feeling
of an inner kinship.

Why do you think I made
a contract with you?

You broke something
tender in me then.

I've been flourishing you
as a replacement for me.

You're my work.
You're me and I am you.

You're my life.
I'm your death.

Is it true that Mozart too
did marry his love's sister?

You surely know the feeling.

Suddenly one can't make it.

I've been most terrified of

that I won't be able
to make it home.

I don't like night.

Unclear anxiety is enough

and the fantasy
gives it its form.

Everyone has his own
chimera in the darkness.

A mand can't think too much.
He would go mad else.

The brain does
what it wants.

Just like the heart.

Once in a night, I saw Smetana.

He was trying to enter
the police station.

He wanted from them
to fix his watch.

And that was the time
when he was writing the best music.

You were born
on the happy planet though.

- Grandfather, you're also here?
- The hell is full.

I wouldn't even have anything
to make any noise there.

- You're always so funny.
- It wouldn't be good to be poor and sad.

How do you know I like
this one the most?

Don't stand behind the windows, boys

come rather inside.

- Be greeted, maestro. - God bless, maestro.
Why so early?

- Where am I? - Don't go further,
old tunnels collapses there.

Concert, you'll see.

Surely, I'll let my tuxedo
make tomorrow.

So arrange something,
it'll be free from my side.

Good.

Grandfather, so early,
what will you become?

I can become
only a corpse.

You know, every sickness
is because of not drinking too much.

Are you artist too now?

I don't want anyone
to fall inside.

Just like a pit
to the hell.

That happens when people
dig too much in things.

Don't want to see
the maze under us.

Do you hear?

Elves...

You know, every man from this tunnel
glimmered like fireflies.

We missed the Good Friday.

All treasures are opened then.

The whole region is
standing on silver.

The nobility wants to dig again.

- The count doesn't have enough?
- The other one, his brother.

He announced it.

Get up!

Get up, lazybones.

Write it out and we'll repeat
what we did yesterday.

I've composed a half of a quartet
and he'd sleep until lunch.

I have to
I'm still growing.

Come off the bed now.

Where do you have
the somnambulist?

Take your example
from him.

We'll start from
the second sentence.

How do I say, boys?
An orchestra is a nation,

- a quartet is...well?
- ...a family. - Yes.

I'm sorry, doctor...

The prime has
a dotted rhytm here.

And when I repeat it...

the similar eighths.

- How should it be?
- Who's supposed to know it?

What did I write?
Could it be played at all?

Good day.

Countess is sending a message to you,
if you could drop by.

Grandfather.

Grandfather!

Would you give
me one rose?

All, if you want.

- One is enough for me.
- Which one?

- Possibly... this one.
- This one, good.

Please.

Gracias, granpa.

Go through here,
it's shorter.

Maestro!

Maestro, we've arranged it.

Don't call me maestro

- or I'll be burned at stake too.
- We've been to Pribram's mayor.

He wondered how come
you know us.

If you wanted
it's possible on eighth.

- We could join together then our feast,
your birthday, the fair... - Good.

Instead of a card
from Italy?

How many would you
say earns his excellency vicemayor per year?

You're offered twice more.

I've asked you for the contract.

Not for an invitation
to some exotic country.

They wait for you to become

a founder of the american music.

What happened?

My box got lost.

- The money are gone then?
- They're the least problem.

- My diary is gone too.
- And you're sitting here just like nothing happened.

I would make a scene because
of the thousand of golden.

But because of the notes
I have to remain silent.

I don't get it.

What shouldn't
be known by anybody

is now possesed by the one
who should know least about it.

Everything I had against them
now they have against me.

The count... no he wasn't it.

Of course not,
it's not his level.

He even hasn't come
from Vienna yet.

He keeps his distance.

So it could be only...

It is far more simple.

- Boy, she's got other plans.
- Your maid?

Why do you keep her?

Didn't you notice them
between my husband

and this little angel...

It couldn't end otherwise.

He decides about her,
she decides about him.

I have to wait
for them to exploit it.

How?

I'd like for you not be here
when it'll happen.

Even a ship ticket
is inside.

- Why do they work so much?
- Just like people.

In order they can
live out of it.

Why do they live?

In order for some strange hand
to reach among them.

Just like among us.

Nothing is sure in the world.

Only the death.

Only the others die.

You're not affraid?

I don't know it otherwise.

When I came down
the tunnel first time

I said: there are no windows here,
I'm going home.

And I got stuck there
for over fifty years.

Tell me grandpa,
how do you imagine the God?

You know, my mum died
when I came to the world.

When I felt really bad,

I've asked for her
to show to me in a dream

in order for me to know
her appearance.

Well...

If it depended on her

she would surely
showed herself.

or the God didn't allow this
or there is nothing.

But something has to be.

Until my pipe is burning

I stick here and
take what there is.

Mum, you know
what you've promised.

- What did you promised again?
- We were really looking forward to the fair...

They're writing here that
you conduct in Prague on eighth.

- Who crossed it?
- It came like this.

We were always all together
on my birthday.

Boys has decided to please you.

Now a beautiful moment comes.

The somnambul at the piano doesn't know
that I've stolen one paper from him.

How is it possible?
They've played it only once.

What a memory!

May I?

Wrinkles are gone.

We are rather punished
for beauty.

I'm an old owl,
I can see at night.

Return to the theatre.

Just an average talent can stray.
I don't pity anything.

There are two kinds of tragedy:

Either a man never
reaches what he wants.

Or, which is much worse,

He reaches it.

Just imagine the awe
if I had said yes to you then.

Now we understand
each other even silently.

We can be silent together
isn't it rare?

You don't even know
to how much music did you lead me.

Love conversation maybe?

- But that's Tilka!
- With the somnambulist.

And I've even composed
the music to it.

And the autumn is here.

Did you send the contract?

Everything valuable in the world
can be put into a knot.

We'll take a vote.

If I and mum go

I'll bring much money.

But you'll be alone here.
For a long time.

Or we'll stay together.

And we'll live humbly.

Should I go?

And who thinks I should stay?

Three also.

Mum didn't vote.

You have to decide again.

It's not just in the fingers.
But here. And here.

A mistake?

No.

Maestro.

Maestro.

Maestro, something
has disturbed you?

We'll make the concert at our place
under the blue sky.

For though I should walk
in the midst of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evils.

Do you know about it?

What a shame... there was no concert,
the composition doesn't exist, the author is not an author.

The crazy man won't forgive him.

We'll defend ourselves
we returned the money.

You did give him
the money, right?

Why are you silent?

Josephine!

- And what if the man will come here?
- Everything will be alright.

Go to Dvorak,
be with him, promise me.

Go already.

Your medicine, madam.

- I'd take rather wine.
- But your heart... - Bring it here.

- Rather in the bedroom.
- I'm still in command here.

I'm going to the terrace
not the eternity.

Wine for two.

You're not going to the concert?

- I'm waiting for the husband and...
- you have to get by with me.

I'll accompany you again.

For our meeting?

Do you like the antique?

I wondered how the music

and the distant sentences
go together.

Try it yourself,
possibly here.

You have to speak loudly,
for the feeling.

He walked around the building for a long time
and saw how the walls were moving up.

When the church was built and he stood
under magnificent dome he fully felt his own nothingness.

He conceived the thought to burn the work
and bury the author

in order to be remembered.

Does anyone know
a builder's name today?

But everyone knows
who Herostrates was.

A combusted fantasy.

Don't you even think
I do have a gun with myself?

- A combusted fantasy?
- The key.

- Something in return.
- Don't try to mingle in things.

- I suppose you know what do you want.
- I've said open it.

You let me out immediately.

You won't do it.

The family will put you into an asylum.
Waters shall close over you.

The key.

Prague!

They're waiting for us.

Everyone.

Everything's alright.

Tonik.

subtitles by kostej (2011)