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NIGHT OWLS

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Really? That's great...

Today? No, not today.

Tomorrow. I really can't today.

- Hey, these are Thonet chairs. Do you know TON? -No.

- It's bentwood furniture. - Oh, right.

- Hey... Hello. - Hello.

That's cute. There's been a change of plan. I have to go see Robert.

How come? You said we'd go look at the apartment.

- Another time. I promised him. - You promised me too.

Honey... Gimme a kiss.

- Tomorrow, okay? Can I drop you someplace? -No.

- Hi, Pepa. - Hi.

- He does this to me all the time. - Don't take it so seriously.

It just really ticks me off.

I'd like to get out of here.

- When are you going to Norway? - I still don't know.

I don't have the money anyway.

Hey, something's happening here.

- What is it? -ICQ. - What? -I got a message.

- From someone new? - From work. -That's sweet.

- I could never learn this. - It's easy.

You'd already know how if you weren't stuck at that stupid market.

- I'm looking for something else. - Yeah? Have you called around?

- I'm hopeless, aren't I? - Yep... you are.

Marti?

- Would you cut my hair? - No.

- Yes. -No. - Marti...

- No. - Please.

- Please. -I've got to go soon. - There's enough time; it's easy.

Why so all of a sudden? This is how you want to solve things?

Of course. It always solves everything.

Please, please...

Please.

- Hi. - Hi.

- You look cute. Let me see... - Really? Mess it up then.

- Oh, my god... - Nice. Pretty little boy.

What made you cut it? It was so pretty.

- It's not any worse, is it, Lucie? - It's not feminine.

- You look like... - Like a street urchin.

- ... like a cabbage-head. - Yeah, like a cabbage-head. -Eda!

- Like a cabbage-head! - Eda! -Don't be so touchy.

- Leave her alone. She looks cute. - That's the style these days, mom.

- Are you blind? It doesn't suit her. - It does so!

- What are you scrounging for now? - These are good books.

Do something about that beauty mark.

Two at 16...

-78 crowns. Got anything smaller? - No.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

- When are you coming by again? We can party on the yacht. -Sure.

You can bring Ubr if you want.

- Quit it. -You look like a coconut. - You're a goober.

Wimp! What a loser!

No! Stop!

Hey, listen to this.

I could not have impregnated Marie Kucerova

because even before the start of the critical period,

from June 12 to October 10, 1940,

I was completely impotent.

Seems pretty sad to me.

See you later.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hello.

- So do you like my haircut? - I don't know.

What do you mean? Either you like it or you don't.

I do... But I liked it better before.

- So you don't like it. - No, I guess I don't.

- I'll be right back. - Sure.

Mira, want some?

Hey, what are you doing?

Like a little kid.

Oh, it's you...

- Who is it? - Ofka.

Ofka!

- Back to work? - Mind your own business.

Ah, always the sweetheart. Can't you try to be sweet?

- Who's gonna buy anything? - At least you're in a good mood, Eda.

- I can't complain. - But Lucie can. -Hi.

- This too. -18 crowns.

- Keep it. - Thank you. Bye.

- Is this Africa, or what? - You should go home, Mr. Malek.

Don't bother telling me where to go. Who was asking you anyway?

- Goodbye. - Bye.

- Eda? - Yeah?

- I'm going home. I don't feel well. - Again?

Yeah, like every month; maybe you've noticed. Bye.

Goodbye.

Oh, God... Ofka, wait!

Ofka?

Ofka, is that you?

Something happen?

- Bye. - Bye.

Ofka, Ofka!

- What luck I'm having. - Eda could have brought you some.

If I waited on him I'd still be waiting.

I need them to pack up that glass.

Maybe you could help me. We could do it right now.

- I don't know. I'm pretty tired. - From what?

- Hello. - Hi, Martina.

You should start doing something again. I think it'd help.

Like those courses you took: painting, dancing...

God, mom, I was 15.

And I hated dancing.

Something else then. Just to get out and meet people.

- Dancing always helped me alot. - I don't need any help.

No one can say anything to you.

- As a matter of fact, I... - Exactly, you're the best.

Kisses...

Let me see. Okay, bye.

Hi.

- My mom says hi. - Thanks. -Want some coffee?

Wanna go?

Not really. It's gonna be cold.

You just want to rot at home?

I'm not rotting, you are.

- Me? - Yeah, you're a rotting trash digger.

You idiot!

Cut it out!

Cut it out!

- You idiot! - What's wrong?

You're a pervert.

I'm leaving.

Ofka!

Don't look at me. Turn around.

Get out of the road, stupid!

- Let me in! I wanna talk to her. - She's not here.

So are you going out with me or with her?

Can you tell me?

Right.

How long has this been going on?

It doesn't matter.

It does matter!

- A month or two? Six months? - Cut it out.

- Longer? A year? - No, dammit.

Are you in love with her?

Don't ask me that, please.

- But you don't love me anymore? - Of course I do. -Then why?

Ofka, I'm sorry...

What are you doing?

Sorry, this is all junk. No one will buy it.

Hi, Ofka! Maybe the lamp, but...

Here, guys! This is the best Czech gold series.

Look...

Right!

- Is it Czech or Polish? - It's Czech.

Actually, it's Moravian... But it's too small, kleine.

I'd recommend a really big bottle: fun for the whole evening.

All evening, all evening...

Our specialty, the man with the mustache:

"Stara Myslivecka," Mr. Mustachio, our ultra Czech classic.

Unterwassermann...

If you tried you might sell something, Ofka!

- Thanks. - Thank you.

- Nice to meet you. Bye-bye. - Bye.

Norway sportsman. Lillehammer. Bye. Your umbrella!

- Thank you. - Same to you.

Thanks a lot for the help. Clean up this mess.

Thanks.

Thanks!

I gotta go home, I feeI terrible. Call Ubr and tell him to come in.

- When are you gonna clean this up? - I will.

Maruska, this isn't a bar. Go to Pepa's.

And stop making faces at me!

Hey, Maruska!

- Bye. - Ciao.

My cellphone!

What a bitch.

Gimme the money.

Goddammit, are you deaf?

Gimme the money. Go on, open the register!

Fucking move!

Karolina was in Prague for a week. For that high-school reunion.

You must've seen here there?

She's very happy in America.

Did you know that Helenka Slamova is in Boston

at the same university as Karolina?

I envy you girls. What possibilities you have these days.

Okay, that's it.

They've gotten so big, haven't they?

- Petra is at the ballet academy. What are you studying? -Nothing.

- I thought you wanted to go to university. -I changed my mind.

That's a mistake, Ofka. You can't make it these days without schooI.

Make what?

And who for?

Go on then. And take this to your doctor.

- Thank you, goodbye. - Goodbye.

Here you go. Enjoy the meaI.

What's with your hand?

Nothing.

- Nothing? - No, nothing.

Ofka?

This guy came into the store...

Just a sec.

Here you go...

- Go on. - No, nothing...

What about Mira? I hope you won't go crawling back to that idiot.

- Forget about that guy. - I already have.

Eda hasn't been home for two days. He's with Inka, isn't he?

Why are you even with him?

Why else? I don't want to be alone with a child.

- You could find someone better. - Sure, better. They're all the same.

- I wouldn't put up with it. - Oh yes, you would.

Just don't tell mom, okay? She'll start in on her nonsense again.

- Miss, two more waters. - Right away.

Hi!

Look...

- What? - The hat. I just found it.

Yuck.

Are you done?

What happened to your hand?

You talk like it was nothing! He could've raped you or killed you.

- I don't want to talk about it. - But I do!

Ofka, it's too dangerous for you to work there.

I have to work. My mom doesn't support me like yours does.

We're moving soon anyway.

- But you'll be coming here... - Oh, right.

- Don't you have any idea who it was? - It could have been anybody.

Think! You might remember how tall he was.

Or his voice.

That hat is really stupid.

- You're again changing the subject! - Just drop it!

It's not your problem.

Fine.

What the hell are you doing?

Where are you going?

God, wait!

What is that?

These are my sketches. Just some ideas.

But Honza did this...

And that's me, of course.

- This is like your stuff. - No, they've gone to schooI.

- You don't have to go to school for this. I'll ask them. -What?

- If they'd like it. - No, don't ask them. Don't!

Excuse me, I've got a friend and she does exactly...

- Come on! It's all arranged. - But I don't want to, okay?

I don't belong there.

And you belong here? These guys are idiots.

At least we know them.

Let's party!

Come and dance.

Come on, let's go.

- Go and dance. - You go.

You're an idiot! Close the door!

Hey, hold on. How about it?

I've been noticing you a long time.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- And what have you noticed? - Everything...

What are you doing?

Get out of here.

Are you crazy?

Why are you acting like this?

I don't know.

- Well, look who's here. - Leave me alone.

- Where were you? - What do you care?

I'm sorry.

- I'm worried because of yesterday. - Worried they'll close you down, eh?

Bull! I'm worried about you. We're family.

It's nice you remembered. I'll be sure to tell Lucie.

- Did Lucie say anything? - Ask her yourself.

She's your sister.

And your wife, Eda.

Pull your head out.

- Hello. - Hello.

Please, I need bandages, tincture of iodine...

plasters, cotton, and disinfectant.

Here's cotton, bandages, disinfectant...

- Thank you very much and goodbye. - Bye.

- You were ridiculous. - What do you want?

- You were drunk, it happens. - What?

Ofka, I was thinking about the guy who attacked you.

I read somewhere that it could be someone you know.

- Even someone you know well. - Someone like you, eh?

- Not me. I was thinking it might be... -Go away.

I told you to go away.

And stay out of it.

You kept your mouth shut when you should've said something.

You knew about Mira and Martina. All of you knew about it.

- And you all just laughed... - I never laughed at you. -You did.

You're completely the same as them.

Get lost!

Beat it!

The last one.

- Gimme a cig. - Don't smoke.

- Thanks. -When will you show me your sketches?

I don't draw anymore. I don't know what to draw.

- Draw something for me. - Like what? -Whatever you want.

- Don't turn to stone out here. - Leave us alone.

Just keep on honking. You'll wake the whole neighborhood.

Idiots.

They should write about that: disturbing the peace.

- How are you doing, Mr. Malek? - It's not worth mentioning.

Why are you asking anyway? Was I talking to you?

Goodbye.

Why don't you like her?

Why do you think? I don't know, she just isn't my type.

- Yeah, no one's your type. - And she's stupid.

At least you're smart. You've got two degrees, right?

Awful! I overslept, I met a ticket inspector, and now that old man.

- But he was funny. He said... - Yeah, he told me too.

Are you coming back later, or will you spend an evening with Lucie?

I don't have to be here at all. Bring whoever you want.

See you later!

What?

Hi... You want a drink? We're closed.

How's Ofka? Run along home, okay?

What was that, you idiot?

Ofka, can you come here a minute?

Can you shut that off?

What?

Can you go shopping?

- I can't ask yourfather. - I don't like that place.

He doesn't like that place. He can't find his way around.

- I don't like it because it's too crowded. -Why so much stuff?

It's our anniversary today. Did you forget?

No.

- I'm just glad your dad didn't forget. -Of course I didn't.

- Can I help you? - I'd like some ham.

- Pork, steamed, or poultry? - Poultry ham... That one.

- Is that you? - Hey, hello...

- Hi, Ofka! Want some help? - Aren't you busy?

- I was just helping Lenka buy an iPod. -Oh, you're so nice!

- You just happened to meet, right? - Yeah... -Stop it!

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you? She's such a dumb slut.

- You're jealous. - Oh, yeah, jealous of you, right.

Just...

Just leave me alone. Stay away from me!

- I couldn't find the napkin holder. - I must've already packed it.

Next time we'll be celebrating in our new place.

To your health! To your health!

- You've got good taste. - Your mom bought it.

- I'm hopeless at such things. - You shouldn't have told them.

Anyway, the best present yourfather could give me

would be to take me dancing.

See him? Did you see that?

- It doesn't matter, I'll go alone again. -My legs hurt.

Because you never walk. You're lazy and getting fat.

- Mom! -What? What's wrong? - Your mother's right.

- Eda! -Go on, eat! Ofka, have a sandwich.

- They're really good. - Hey, Eda told us. -What?

About the robbery. I knew it wasn't just some cut.

Ofka, I don't want you working there anymore.

- I want you to stop working there! - But I like it.

Well, I don't. I'm worried about you. Can't you understand that?

- It won't happen again. - How do you know?

Eda will look after her... if he's got nothing else to do.

From now on somebody else will always be there with her.

Yeah, like right now, huh? I'm too scared to sleep.

- Drop it for now. -Drop what? Aren't you worried about her?

- Of course, but what can I do? - Mom, she'll be careful.

God, I guess I'm the only one who's bothered by this.

No, you're not. But we can figure it out later.

We should go.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Can you please tell me what is Ubr's problem? -See you!

- Hey there, Mira. -Hi. - How about playing some soccer?

- Sure. -Want a sandwich? - No, thanks.

- Good evening. - Evening.

Ofka? Do you work here?

Have you seen Petra by any chance?

- Petra? - My daughter.

I've been looking for her everywhere.

She ran away from home.

She dropped out of schooI, threw it all away. I don't get it.

Can you call me if she shows up? Here's my number.

Thanks.

- What about your hand? Have you had it checked? -Yes.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

- Hi. -Oh, hi, Martina. Have you come to help again?

- I can go, can't I? - No!

- Go away. -Ofka, I wanted to explain. -No need.

- I'm sorry we don't talk anymore. - That's pretty strange, isn't it?

I wanted to tell you... I just didn't know how.

It's all messed up.

A pack of Starts.

- Are you 18 yet? - Come on! -Show me some ID.

- Ofka, it's not... - Put them back on the counter.

Sure, don't shit your pants.

Get out of here, both of you. You too.

- What are you doing? - Go on, get out of here!

Get out of here! Get out!

What are you doing? You can't be serious, Ofka.

You're nuts. You should do something about it.

What was that all about? Are you some psycho, or what?

- For what you did to Ofka. - It's none of yourfucking business!

- Why did you attack her? - What? I didn't attack anyone.

- You attacked me, you idiot. - Liar.

Now we're even, you dick.

Dad...

- Hi. -What are you doing here? - I thought I'd walk to the shrine.

All of a sudden?

It's nice out. I haven't been there in awhile.

It's sad what they did here.

It's a holy place.

- There used to be trees and grass. - This was always a parking lot.

You can't remember. It was beautiful here.

Maruska! Stop!

Who was that?

She comes into the shop. She swiped my cell phone.

Did you report it to the police?

- They couldn't care less. - So what will you do?

It costs a lot of money.

She doesn't have it anymore anyway.

That 24-hour market of yours...

Can't you at least find a normaI job since you won't go to schooI?

You used to draw so well.

Don't you want to do something serious?

I don't know, dad. Please drop it.

Like you let yourself drop? You should count your blessings.

There's no war raging here,

no lines to buy bananas. What don't you have?

- Everything! Don't you understand? - You know what I think?

You're lazy, just plain lazy.

Me? That's not it.

- You're a spoiled baby. - Don't you mean brat?

What do you want?

Nothing. I'm just here.

What happened to you?

- Mira and I were discussing something. -What do you mean?

Did you fight? What the hell happened?

He got what he deserved.

You're stupid.

He's the idiot.

He's a macho jerk...

- Hey, there's nothing between Lenka and me... -Sure.

Hey, come on, what're you doing? Please, stop it!

- Why can't you love me? - But I do love you.

I don't mean like that.

Some things just aren't meant to be.

- Because I disgust you? - Of course not.

It's just not meant to be.

I've known you for so long you're more like my brother.

- But I'm not your brother. - Yeah...

- You're really nice. - I am not nice!

I don't love you at all...

I'm fucking in love with you, goddammit!

No, you're not. You just think you are.

No, I don't.

But you just think I'm some idiot who comes whenever you want.

You never knew how I felt?

Please forgive me.

Leave me alone.

You shouldn't drink. It makes you do stupid things.

Come on, let's go.

Leave me alone!

Come on, get up.

Let's go home. You'll catch a cold and die.

That's better than someone not caring about you.

Just move away and forget about me.

I guess I didn't have to tell you that.

I wouldn't be mad at Martina.

Mira's not worth it either. He was a cute boy, but now?

It's best if the boy loves the girl more than she loves him.

Please sit still, okay?

You'll find someone, don't worry. Someone who will value you.

Value me?

Am I some treasure to be valued?

Come on...

You have to believe.

I know it's tough but you have to overcome it.

- Chest out, head held high... - Come on, mom.

For chrissake! Again.

- I'll go get a candle. - No, they'll turn it back on.

Are you cold?

Huh?

Mom?

Mom?

I want to feeI something nice. Something normaI.

I look so old. Dammit!

I used to have such energy.

I enjoyed everything.

Even your dad.

You're looking forward to the new apartment, aren't you?

Your dad doesn't want to move.

His legs are really bad.

I'm so awfuI to him sometimes.

- To you, to everyone. - Oh, mom...

I don't know the meaning of it all.

- And things will just get worse. - Oh, come on.

You'll like it there. It has a balcony like you always wanted.

I don't give a damn about the balcony!

Can you please hand me that toweI?

Thanks.

- Well? Should I finish? - Yeah.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Don't be angry. We're impossible. - No, you're not.

- Let's go. - Will you come by? -Sure.

- Hi. - Hi, what are you doing here?

I promised my mom I'd take her home.

You look all new.

Are you staying till the end?

I have to go to work.

- Don't be mad about last time... - No...

You don't be mad.

What about you guys? Go on and show them something.

Come on, Ubr!

- So here's where you're hiding. Ofka, may I? -Sure.

- Oh, well... You really won't change your mind? -No.

- What'll you do? - I don't know...

- Something else. - I need you here. -Sorry.

Put it down.

- Is there a problem? -No. - What? -No.

Open your coat.

Your mom was looking for you.

She said you blew off schooI. Isn't that a waste?

- You sound like my mom. - Yep.

- Funny that it's you who's so worried. -Yeah, it is.

I don't know why... Take off.

Hold on a sec...

Here.

- Hi. - Hi.

Is that everything?

Let's go.

Be sure to lock up.

Don't be sad.

I'm not.

Maybe you could live with us. My dad's room is still empty.

Then it wouldn't be so farfor you.

You're really nice, but... No! You're not nice.

But I don't think so.

Oh, that's right...

This is Little Ubr the bear.

That's...

He's cute.

You're a dork.

Thanks.

Let's go.

I'll be right back.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm sorry, I...

I overreacted.

Are you here with Ubr?

Maybe we could have a drink later, okay?

Thanks.

What should we drink to?

To new lives?

- How did moving go? Terrible, isn't it? -Not really.

We'll be moving in a month.

Hey, do you think you could return my Radiohead CD?

- I think I already did, didn't I? - It's at home. -No, it isn't.

- But we were just listening to it. - I'm talking about the live CD.

- I have to go. - You didn't even finish your drink.

- Call me when you find the CD. - Okay.

- How much? - Don't worry about it.

- Thanks... Bye. - Bye. -Bye.

- They were acting like idiots, weren't they? -Why do you say that?

- It was ridiculous how hard they were trying. -Look at us.

The two of us are ridiculous.

You're right... Call me again when you need something.

Mom!

Mom!

Mommy!

- Hi. -Hi. - Got a smoke? -Sure.

- Have a drink with us. - Don't smoke. -I know...

Thanks, bye.

Is anything wrong?

I don't know.

- Everything's bad right now. - Like what? -Everything.

- Everything I do lately is wrong. - Oh, come on. Look at me.

You just need to relax.

You're all confused.

I guess so.

Stop!

Hey! I said stop!

Stop it! Asshole!

This is fucked!

I don't want to! Let me go!

- Come on... - No!

- You always act like... - Are you some kind of pervert?

Get off me! No! Let me go!

You asshole!

Leave him alone!

No!

Are you hurt? Are you okay?

- Ubr? - Leave me alone.

Wait!

- Wait, did he hurt you? - Don't worry about it. -Ubr!

Ubr!

Stop it!

Petra! Petra, wait!

Petra!

Wait!

Mom!

- Mom! - What happened?

- I'm okay. -Are these your glasses? - Thank you.

- Petra, my little girl. -Can I drop you someplace? -That's okay.

My little girl.

Subtitled by John Brent