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INTIMATE LIGHTING

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What are you doing with those
double basses, for Christ's sake?!

- You won't know what hit you, Honza.
- I think I played it precisely.

The overall tempo
will be set by the soloist.

We can play it faster
or slower, I don't know yet.

We'll have a rehearsal with him
before the concert,

so the rhythm of the composition
will be set then.

But now, gentlemen,

you must play it the way
I tell you to.

In short, with me.
It's clear to everyone, I hope.

Yeah.

Gentlemen,

this is serious.
The concert is nigh.

Look, this is no variety show,

this is a serious concert

Together with the soldiers,
there will be 65 of us.

That means, the way I've just
seated you

is how you must sit
during the final rehearsal.

No excuses.

Otherwise it would be a mess.

There'll be soldiers,
half of us are missing...

We need it to be perfect.

They've sold 180 tickets already.

- Two hundred and forty.
- You see, gentlemen?

Two hundred and forty tickets.

This means that we'll sell sixty more.

And remember, during the last concert
when we played Jírovec,

80% of the seats were sold

I've spoken to Dr Šimaček

and he said he wanted one, too.

Okay, gentlemen,
start with the grandioso.

Oh, concerning the final rehearsal
with the soloist before the concert.

- Will we have enough time?
- I don't know.

I invited him to come
the day before, so I hope so.

That's okay then.
Please.

I'll deal with you later.

Man, this is nice.

Well, the terrace...

Come on, that's the point!

That's what I said.
The terrace.

- It must be nice to eat there
- True.

- Would you like some gooseberries?
- I would.

- Don't push it...
- What does it matter?

- There should still be one left.
- Don't bother looking for it.

Daddy!

- Daddy!
- Come here, my boy!

- Mary, what do you say?
- Daddy, Kaja peed in his bath.

Did he really? You mustn't, Kaja.
Bad boy.

Say hello to uncle.

- Hello.
- Hello.

What's your name?

Come on,
what's wrong with you?

You're a big girl, aren't you?

Which school do you go to?

You're a bad boy,
so go away.

Go!

I don't know what's wrong
with that boy today.

Listen, Bambas,
how many kids have you got?

Petr, don't call me Bambas.
Mary doesn't know about that.

Did it bite you?
We're going to eat it for doing that.

We'll roast it with butter.

Kaja will eat it, daddy will eat it.

Auntie will also eat it.

Uncle will eat it.
Uncle, will you eat it?

- Hello. -Welcome.
- Come on in.

Where did it bite you?
Show me.

Sit down here and stop fidgeting.

Please help yourself. Eat!

Miss, take some.

No, thank you.
I'm fine with the tea.

- Petr!
- I've still got some.

So what do you usually play?

What do we play?
Well, the classics.

We're not in Prague, mate.

Since Kaja became a headmaster
it hasn't been so bad for him.

He doesn't have to be
with pupils as much.

But granddad does.

He often comes home fuming
with rage. Doesn't he, Kaja?

They don't play anything
special in Prague either.

Oh, they do.

There's the Philharmonic Orchestra.
And they get to go abroad.

Peek-a-boo.

But that's the Philharmonic, you know.

We only get to go to villages
with Strauss waltzes.

We've been enraged many times
since we started building the house.

The nerves...

Do you ever get angry,
Bambas?

No...

- Has he ever been angry?
- Oh, you mean Kaja?!

I've discovered a new piece
by Jírovec.

We've performed it.

Radio people from Budějovice
came down

and recorded it...

You wouldn't believe it,
but it sounded quite good.

They make some things softer
and some things louder.

Kaja, you shouldn't do that!
Come here.

- Leave him. We're just playing.
- You mustn't do that.

How long did it take
you to build it, Bambas?

- Well... about seven years.
- What are you doing?

Let's see how strong you are.

You can hold two blocks.

You can hold them.

Heavy, isn't it?

- It is. - You're groaning.
- I'm not!

- Do you want more?
- Give them here.

Shit, shit, shit...

Mary, what are you doing?
Stop it, Kaja!

- That's enough.
- It quite suits you.

Take it off.

Stop kidding around.
Put them down.

Not like this, for Christ's sake.
You're so clumsy.

Bambas!

Bambas, come here.
I'll drop it.

Hold on.

Don't drop it.

Damn, that wouldn't be good.

Lovely bricks, these.

Look, eight bricks, one shot.

And how many there are here!

That would make a lot of drunks.

Drunks! When we were building it,
our tongues dried in our mouths.

- So about five shots for one drunk?
- At least.

- Yes, but doubles
- That would be... 5 times...divided by 5

That's over 800 drunks!
From this house.

What?
Over 800?

Damn, I wouldn't have thought.

It's nuts here.
Everything is measured in bricks.

Kaja?

Yeah?

I've invited Mr...

Me!

...to the funeral.

He's not interested
in the funeral, granddad.

He's not interested?

- It's music, too.
- I'm not saying anything.

And it's good music.
You'll hear for yourself.

When we get started,
everybody starts crying.

Even the relatives.

And most importantly:

One funeral, 200 bricks.

Grandma!

Grandma!

- What's up?
- What's this chicken doing here?

Again?

It acts as if it hatched
the car itself.

Get off!

How many times have I told you,
not to put it there?

Take it easy...

Kaja, leave it be.
You'll hurt it.

That chicken gets everywhere.

Wherever you turn,
you put your foot in something.

So what,
it's no skin off your nose.

But look at the car, damn it!
It's a henhouse, not a garage.

It's not only your car.

Granddad and I paid
twenty thousand for it.

It's you who came
here with nothing to your name.

- So I've heard many times.
- Well, I have to keep reminding you.

- You quickly forget.
- It's not as if I don't slave away here.

- I've almost ruined my hands!
- You've got a house!

A house.

I tell you, that chicken was in here
for the last time.

Just you leave her.
It's one egg after another.

Come here!

Move! You're in the way.

- Oh well.
- It's scared of you.

Daddy,
there's a chicken under the car.

Where is the beast?

You see what you're doing?
I'll show them what for!

- Don't go anywhere.
- Kaja, get away.

For Christ's sake, Kaja,
what are you doing?

I tell you...

You know, people enjoy
themselves in various ways.

But sorrow,

sorrow is the same everywhere.

It's for a reason that they say

you can travel the whole
world with one sad song.

People would rather cry than laugh.

And this...

If this car ran on tears...

I'll go and have a look.

Go ahead.
But don't cry your eyes out.

Such beautiful eyes.

It would be a pity.

The shock absorbers
are not very good.

Karlík, isn't he sensitive?

Me? Why?

I really need a woman right now.

Go ahead!

Yes? Can I?

That woman of yours.
When I'm looking at her...

Her walking like that...

Pretty, isn't she?

Pretty? She's a gem.

If I could add a little something.

Look what it does to me.

I can see.

Have you read about that
Dutch paratrooper

who skydived 3000 metres
without a parachute into cotton?

And he was fine.

From 3000 metres?

That's strange.

Well, it's possible if he fell into cotton.

I jumped once...

It must have been
three times as high.

At least one floor up.

But no cotton here.
Just concrete.

That was quite a thud
when I fell... I mean, jumped.

My feet were all covered
in blood.

What shoes did you have?

The shoes were good,
but I was holding them in my hand.

I wore them that time when

I walked from Budějovice to Vienna.

It's true I took the train back.

When I got home my dad said,
"Did you buy a new pair of shoes?"

"No, those are the old ones", I said.

Well, Smetana.

That deaf old man.

But he could hear things
when it suited him!

Once I was in rye this high
with a girl this big.

And you know,
she cried, too.

She cried, too.

But this is not rye, granddad.

So what?

Granddad, it's time.

Yeah.

Let's go.

- Little Pete.
- Ha, it's not Little Pete at all.

So what is it?

Once again and if you
don't get it right,

you really don't love me.

You see.

I-love-you.

That's just like the first
time.

Completely wrong.
Listen. I-love-you.

That's not it at all.
It goes like this: I-love-you.

But that's wrong.

It's like music.
I-love-you.

You're boasting again.

- I'm not boasting.
- Come on, it's not like that.

Okay, I'll tell you something.

Look, I'll hum it for you. Listen.
Try to guess it.

Well?

We have to go.
They're humming like mad.

I told you.

What is it?

And what about those people?
Did they cry? Did they?

All of them.

Did you like it then?

Let's go.
We're hungry.

You've been drinking again,
haven't you?

They didn't want to let me go.

Our men are so popular.

One time they came
from as far as...

- Kaja, where did they come from?
- I don't know.

Those that got us the cement.

It was me who got the cement.

But from whom?
From Vejtora in Líšeň.

Remember we played there
and he cried so much.

It doesn't matter anyway.

I tell you, old Smetaček
had tears in his eyes.

I'm not saying anything.

Tears as big as peas.

It doesn't matter anyway.

It doesn't matter...

Standa Machaček cried
like a little boy.

He wouldn't stop.

All right then, they all cried.

I say they cried.

Remember Vaníček!
How emotional he was.

He couldn't even speak.

You wouldn't have gotten
a single tile from him otherwise.

A chicken leg for the young lady?

- You like legs, don't you?
- I want a leg!

You shouldn't talk while eating.
We have guests.

Granddad didn't get a leg either
and he's not saying anything.

Isn't that right, granddad?

Sit down. He shouldn't
get whatever he wants.

If he likes it.
Have the leg and...

Kaja, you mustn't!
Give it back to auntie.

Let him have both. I can share
with Petr. - Of course.

That won't do.
Neither of you would have enough.

Have mine.

Let go of it. Let go!

Have mine.

No, you wouldn't have anything.
We can share.

- How do you want to share a leg?
- We can manage somehow.

Look, this can easily be cut in half.

And you can have the leg.

And it's sorted.
Always so much hassle.

Let go of it!

I've had enough!

What's so funny?

- I've had enough! Time for bed!
- Both of you. Now!

Don't shout at him.
It'll make him ill.

Come, Kaja, we'll go together.
Come, now.

You sit down.
The little one.

- I said the little one.
- She's worse than a little one.

And you see,
it has come back.

And with beer to boot.

Hello.

I'm the chemist.

Excuse me, please.

I'm retired now.

Oh, hello.

You're having fun here, I see.

We haven't finished eating yet.
Come, sit here and don't move.

But go on in,
the men will be happy to see you.

I've brought something, as always.

- You shouldn't have.
- It's nothing.

- Typical you.
- That's nothing.

Miss, the food will get cold.

I'm sorry, I don't know
what got into me.

Don't worry.
We always have fun.

- They must go to bed.
- You're fiddling with your food.

- You'll go as well.
- And Kaja, hurry up.

It's like in a bar here.

How come?

Like in a bar.

Accent!

Louder!

Piano.

Granddad, quiet!

Now out!

Out? I can go out if you like.

All together.

More!
Forte!

And piano!

Piano!

Now it must explode!

You know,
she has tonsillitis.

All this talking.

What's the point of
playing like this, gentlemen?

I played it precisely.

Granddad!

Granddad what?

How can I play
with joints like these?

You go on about your joints.

A lumberjack could play this!

A lumberjack! I've worked my fingers
to the bone here.

And boy does it show.

- Why aren't you playing?
- Because it's not worth it.

Don't be stupid, Bambas.
We just want to play.

- Come on, either we play,
or we argue. - Sure.

Miss!

Miss!

Come and have a look.
It's a pre-war wire mattress.

I would have done it myself.

Why should you? You wouldn't believe it,
but I'm a modern woman.

But I feel...

You might not know it,
but I'll tell you something.

His granddad made me run away with him.

We'd only known each other for three days.

They came to the village
with a circus.

My family had the police after me.
But I was already in France.

I laugh about it today,
but... poor mother.

Try it.

Don't be shy.

I get a bit dizzy nowadays.

You need to have your knees locked,
arms straight, and back arched.

Myrna Ray could do that beautifully.

But on a horse!

You know, we used to be friends.

I'd love to ride a horse one day,
but just one, the normal way.

Oh, well, I was quite different then.

I mean in everything.

Actually you're still quite...

Before we started building
the house, I used to exercise.

But now I'm afraid.
My back...

I would set the alarm clock,
lie down, and count to forty.

One...

two...

three...

Legs not too high. Not too low.
Where it hurts most.

It's an excellent way
to keep your tummy trim.

I've told Mary many times,
but... to no avail.

She takes after granddad.

Imagine... a woman,
and she likes her beer!

I'm sorry, gentlemen,
my little finger is going numb.

I don't know why.
Look at it.

Can I call you 'colleague'?
You're not upset, are you?

- Sure, sure.
- Can you see it? A little...

You see?
I need to exercise it.

Come on, gentlemen,
let's try it again.

My joints are not
what they used to be,

that's part of getting old,
isn't it?

Come on, it might get better.

The second repetition.

That's before the strokes.

Kitty, kitty...

Come here.

Piano!

It's C-sharp, granddad.

Where?

Where you played 'C'.

But, gentlemen,
I like this part so much!

If I had studied at
a conservatory...

Petr!

Petr!
Can you see?

Petr, can you see?

I can!

- What?
- I can see.

Pretty, isn't she?

Petr! A black one!

We can see it.

Stop it already.

Gentlemen, she's still young.

When I arrived here,
she was laughing so much.

I couldn't help but laugh as well...

Let's go from 'A' now.

I want to hear
the first and second violin.

I thought you wanted something.

Yes, for you to stop bothering us.

Hello, Věra!

I'm not Věra, I'm Štěpa.

You're Pepa, aren't you?
I... I like you, Věra!

I'm Štěpa, you know!

- What?
- Štěpa.

- Sh...sh... - Štěpa.
- That's right.

- And what's your name?
- Ja-Jaroy.

- You have quite a nice name.
- A nice name, isn't it?

- Do you like it?
- Well...

- Let's go for a walk.
- Where would we go?

- I like you, you know, Štěpa.
- I'm ugly.

I really like you.

I've never seen such a
pretty girl in all my life.

You're only saying that
so I'll go with you.

There, yes. Press more.
That's nice.

A bit more.

That's good.

More up here, Mary.

On the shoulders.
That's right.

Seven... do it properly.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten... enough!

I'll be going.

One more kiss here.

Don't go.

Štěpa, come on,

I haven't even had a chance
to chat with Bambas yet.

Tomorrow is another day.

Okay, but tomorrow
it's the concert.

Look, there's time for it now and...

So up to twenty.

Okay.

Come on.

Eleven,

twelve,

thirteen, fourteen...

Yuck.

We'll get divorced
because of eggnog.

Wait!

What "wait"?

Hold on.

Blimey, that's some exercise.

Well, they're young.

Sleep, my sweetheart.
Go to sleep.

Good boy, good baby.

There there!

What's wrong with you?
What have I done now?

Bambas is more important
to you than I am.

Why?

You were in such a hurry to see him.

You didn't care about me.

Oh.

I hurried, so what?

Come on, just because
I was in a hurry...

No, go see him,
I don't care anymore.

Come on, Štěpa.

I'll go then.

Really, I will go.

Bambas?

Why aren't you sleeping?

Well...

Do you want some?

Well... seeing you,
I'd like some as well.

But there's no meat left.

We'll get the beers out.

Here you go.

In the autumn, this is full.

What a life you have!

But what can I give you?

What's this here?

Mary is no intellectual...
here, smell this...

Homemade.

Is that homemade too?

Sure.

Oh...this is it. This is what I like.

When it's quiet everywhere.

I just sit here,

listen, and eat.

This is it.

Pour us some more then.

This as well,
but the music...

The music, sure.

That Jírovec, for instance.

It's old and simple,

but it's got balls.

Jírovec has got balls.

When did you start fishing?

Fishing?

You'll never understand.

I know everything that goes on
in this house.

I even know when granddad
goes to the toilet.

Or when gran has back pain.

Like today.

But by the river...

It's an adventure, Petr.

You never know
what will come.

When I was walking down
the stairs,

I heard the old man.

I'm telling you, I've never
heard anything like it in my life.

His snoring is incredible!

But how he shoots!

This is where mine will be
one day.

And now listen to the concert.

I know this!

What a devil!

He pisses me off.

That was a long pause.

We're no match for him.

Bambas, have you ever heard
a beautiful woman snore?

I mean a really beautiful woman!

That's all right.

But have you ever heard
my woman? Actually snoring?

Kaja, Kaja!

Okay, as you wish.

Petr, it's okay.

Petr, stop it.

- What are you doing?
- You need to go at it from the front.

If you want to go back.

- But I want to go back.
- So you need to go in the front.

Come here, you're...

And we're finished.

You don't say?

Have you got a house?

You haven't.

Have you got a car?

You haven't.

Are you married?

You're not married.

So you're not finished.

Look, Petr.
We're not finished.

...and for that
I'll give you a rose...

Stop kidding around.

Stop it.

What are you thinking, Bambas?
You'll always be an artist to me.

Pause.

What is it?

Jírovec!

Let me see.

The viola. That's my favourite.

Stop it.
Don't eat it.

Listen! A trill.

It doesn't go like...

But...

Professor Klabík.

Listen...

We'll take our stuff
and...

Into the world.

And we'll play funerals.

We'll play concerts!
Like we used to.

Concerts my arse!
No one goes to concerts.

I won't play concerts...
no, funerals, any longer.

Don't be silly, it's money.
One funeral two hundred bricks.

We'll sort that on the way.

We'll set fire to it and burn it down...

- Grandma, she's kicking me!
- Wait, I'll be right there.

It's on the thick side,
but it's good.

I like eggnog.

It's disgusting.

Mary, why aren't you eating?

How can I with that tooth?

- You could have had it out by now.
- You shut up.

- That's our smart guy.
- How come?

He'll be ringing the noon bell one day.

He rings well, but a little late.

Always?

Sometimes an hour late,
sometimes two.

Depends on the weather.

I've had it for twenty-five years.
If I don't set it in the evening,

I can't sleep,
that's how used I am to it.

No one's interested
in the alarm clock.

But we're talking about habits,
not so much about the clock.

What shall we drink to?

To our health!

To the concert.

To pretty women!

And to what else?

It doesn't really matter.

I've never drunk to that yet.

All right then.

We'll be standing here like this
till Judgement Day.

A bit of patience, that's what we need.

Some Sundays, these...