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Got a cig?

- If I can copy your math homework.
- I didn't do it... Hi!

- Hey.
- What good are derivatives?

For figuring out how long your skirt
should be when you're a secretary.

Or what angle to stick
your ass out for the boss.

Dork!

I bet that'd be more like
a goniometric function.

- So derivatives are for shit.
- It's all for shit.

Yep, it is.

Kocourek, Malíøová,
Hejnal, Kolman, Krumbachová...

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Can't you smoke around the corner?
- Principal, I don't smoke anymore.

Can it, Kocourek, and come with me.
Come with me! Move it!

Man, she must really want him.

It's five minutes to eight:
Time for breakfast.

Kolman,
why are you wearing street shoes?

- I'm not.
- Cut the crap and take those off.

You have unexcused absences.

Take care of them
or you're in big trouble.

- Yeah, I know.
- Then why not do something about it?

Why did you sign up for this
school if you don't want to go?

- But I am here.
- Watch your mouth!

What? I'm being honest.

Know what?
Take this and beat it.

"A" is the industrial zone,
"B" is the historical center,

- "C" is the residential area...
- Let me copy your math homework.

Don't you know what class
this is? Math is after.

Our parents think
derivatives are more important.

Right, so basically
I'm talking to myself.

- We missed the bus.
- The bus, huh?

I need to have a relaxing breakfast.
I don't want an ulcer like my mom.

- Martin, let me see your math.
- Pavla's got it. - I won't make it.

Just relax...

Have you copied it yet?
Can I continue?

- At present...
- Hi, Tom. Sorry I'm late. Really.

Well, were was I?

Hi. Sorry, I was
at the principal's office.

Okay, at present
it's an established trend.

But in the 1930s, Le Corbusier
vigorously promoted zoning.

Factories in one ring:
The industrial zone.

Parks and gardens in another area.
And finally a residential ring...

- What's this?
- Nothing, dude, gimme it.

Chep?

That's "cheap".

What's this?

Nothing now.
But it was a reprimand.

Clearly, it's a quadratic equation.
How do we solve it?

Using the discriminant...

or Viete's formulas.

Which are?

Which are...

Who can help her? Michal?

Aha, Michal is asleep. Martin?

Between the roots of x1 and x2
and the coefficient of

the quadratic equation
x2 + px + q,

it is valid that
p1 + p2 = -p and...

Martin knows.
Michal could know too if he wanted.

If you know that I could know it
what's the problem?

- Because you don't!
- Because I'm not interested.

You're not interested?
Then I'm not interested in you.

Can't your class at least
smoke around the corner?

- It won't make it any healthier.
- Who cares about their health?

They make a mess
throwing their butts everywhere...

- It's a creative mess.
- Creative, eh?

I've got their number.
The bastards were completely lost.

May I?

I'd have been lost too.

How should I know when
Havel wrote some letters?

Some letters? I clearly hinted
I meant his Letters to Olga.

- Who reads Havel today anyway?
- Who cares!

I need to show parents
that their kids are lazy riffraff.

Anyone can write a test
the students can't answer.

- Well, if you can then...
- Today's agenda:

Lateness, smoking in front
of school, and messy lockers.

- We talked about that last time.
- Talked and talked but got no place.

I suggest that the custodian
smack everyone we catch.

Mount a CP240 on the facade
and we'll know exactly who it is.

What's a CP...?

A CP240 is a Panasonic
closed circuit camera.

Ever noticed that buzzing in room 6?
Must be a transformer or something.

That's the fluorescent lights,
the starters.

No, it's a transformer;
I know it is.

We are discussing smoking,
not transformers!

We should add no smoking
to the school rules.

It's already a rule.

They need exercise.
I found some great machines.

The boys could work out while
the girls ride exercise bikes.

And where will the money
come from?

We can't even afford paint.

- Cheap, huh? - Yeah.
- Use it and I'll break your arm.

- Why can't I use cheap?
- Think up your own.

What do you mean my own?

- You wanna go paint?
- Petr!

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Let me take that for you.
- Really? Thanks.

That's kind of you.
Do you go to Petr's school?

- I haven't seen you before.
- I don't make much of an impression.

Hungry, boys?

- No, we had lunch.
- Right. What did you have?

- What did we have for lunch?
- Something really good.

Well, what should I make?
What would you like?

Man, how about pork chops?

We had them yesterday,
and don't call me man.

I washed your pants; there's paint
on them. What's with all the paint?

It must have happened
in art class.

Michal, do you have paint
on all your clothes too?

Yeah, but I just
throw them away after class.

That's some antique.

Dude...

we're poor.

Is that "cheap", too?

- I can't tell.
- Yeah, it's always "cheap".

It must be pretty fun
getting caught, dude.

Yeah, dude...
You gotta get out of there fast.

And if they catch you,
you gotta deny everything.

What're you doing here?
Beat it! Go back to mommy.

I'd go with you sometime.

- Oh, man! - Just buy some paint
and try it legally.

- What about a name?
- How about "Coolman", like Kolman.

Or "Cool M." It's shorter.

Maybe.

Not bad for your first time.

It sucks.

- Hi. - Hey.
What's crackin'? Been anywhere?

Yeah, man, but there
were cops everywhere, man.

Man, what about Smíchov?

No, the subway's better.
Someone said Skalka was cool.

Maybe for a throw-up
and then fuck off.

No, man, you can start it outside
then finish it in the tunnel, man.

- I'll call and we'll work it out.
- Okay, later. - Bye.

A tough guy.

He taught me everything.

Come on, let's party.

Supercrooo...

Are you ready, motherfuckers?

My skills shine like Narsil,
I got moves like in Kill Bill.

I'm leaving Númenor,
packing my shit now:

My socks, my jocks, and my rap.

See me snorting coke. Toxic funk,
extra funk, super funk.

I got hardcore rap,
bone rap, fuck rap.

Now I'm like a hurricane,
screwing your homo song,

hitting off the megabong.
Hear me? Yeah, finally.

Here I am.

Hack and Phat, baby,
Hack and Phat.

- See us float around the planet.
- Got a laser, double pulse laser.

- See us float around the planet.
- Hack and Phat, baby, Hack and Phat.

- See us float around the planet.
- I'm the prick, double pulse prick.

Come on, don't be scared.

Is this your ship?

Yeah, the whole port's mine.

- What is it?
- Nothing, just a bruise.

No, not my pants.

- Why not?
- Just because.

One more time, Michal.
A water tower is 50 m high.

It's diameter is 5 m,
the tap has a diameter of 5 cm.

What is the pressure
of the water on the tap?

I guess we multiply something...

What by what?

I don't know...
The height by the diameter?

Wrong! We don't even
need to know the diameter.

- How about the other diameter?
- We don't need that either.

Sir, if you had done
the homework I assigned...

Martin knows, of course,
but we're interested in Michal.

- This is really weird. Do you know?
- What?

- Do you have to doodle all the time?
- Yeah, I'm addicted to it.

What are you fighting against?
Society?

I'm not fighting against anything.
I just like it.

You try
to cause problems on purpose.

I don't have any problems
but I guess you do.

- Why are you so awful to me?
- I'm not. I'm being honest.

Since you're not interested,
take your love chat outside!

Get up and get out!

Screw this idiot!

Come on, breathe!

It's because
you're a smoker, right?

- I quit.
- Then you need to train.

Let's go running together.
How about Letná hill?

Thanks, but I'm not into running.

Basketball!

- This is in Brooklyn...
- Coming? - Yeah, maybe.

- Come. My dad's gone again.
- Maybe later.

Great! Once again
I'll be the prime suspect.

Tonight we're hitting the subway.
You can be lookout.

You trying to drive me insane?
I've been waiting a half hour!

You move like a snail!
Who do you think you are?

- Hello.
- Hi there.

- Old Kolman is a real hardass.
- He looks at me funny.

All guys look funny... at girls.

I like how you look at me.

Because I'm young,

but when men get old
they stare like perverts.

How do they go from staring nice
to staring like perverts?

Search me, but sometimes
my mom stares like a psycho.

Check out my dad if you wanna see
what a real psycho stares like.

It's like in a warehouse.

What about the corridor walls?
Is painting such a problem?

No, but there's no money.

Anyway, you say the PE groups
are drawn from all years?

- Right. - How can I tell
who belongs to which group?

- I think it's pretty clear...
- Let me see.

I see you don't have
an official stamp.

How can you put obligatory
information on unapproved forms?

Here the boxes aren't crossed out!
Anyone could falsify this register.

And here it's
crossed out backwards!

Where's your observation sheet?
Don't you review your teachers?

Lmpossible!

I recommend you
rewrite all the registers.

- Rewrite? All of them?
- Every single last one!

- Hey, man, sup?
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Hey...

- Where should I be? - Be quiet.
Go keep watch by that booth.

- Come take a picture this afternoon.
- They'll have cleaned it by then.

- We're gonna be late. Another
absence. - Better not to go at all.

God, you said it'd be fast
and we've been here an hour.

Stop whining, there's time.

- Dude!
- It's coming.

Please stop entering and exiting.
The doors are about to close.

Where is he?

What a dick!

FAIL

Considered individually,
they are intelligent people.

But when I look at their tests...

- My god, what is it?
- Analytics.

- What's it used for?
- I don't know... Whatever.

It's in the thematic plan
so I teach it.

They are high school students
so they need a general education.

- What's the value for real life?
- Real life? Tom, you're naive.

School is supposed to teach them
even things they don't like.

Milan, school must mainly
teach them to do what they like.

These days,
there's no pleasing those brats.

They don't value freedom, literature,

history, nothing!

Make war on them!
First a dictatorship, then war!

Know what's interesting?

Average or below average students
make it farthest in this world.

They're scoundrels,
riffraff, crooks...

So they can go into politics.

Neolithic art
was a spiritual, magical activity.

People communicating
with divine powers.

See, they painted on walls too.

For a long time, painting
was an art that people lived.

It was actually
more of an applied art.

Today, other artistic fields
have stepped into this role:

- Film, design, advertising...
- And graffiti.

Yes, even graffiti.

Though if you deface a facade

the owner might think differently.

Screw the owner!

And what about tearing down
a renaissance house to build a mall?

- Isn't that vandalism?
- Indeed, it is.

We should respect private property.
If it doesn't belong to you...

I suppose those cave painters
had the owner's permission.

How about writing
your seminar paper on it?

- On graffiti? - Sure,
seems like a good topic to me.

I've fucking had enough!

Which of you bastards did it?
Come look.

THE PRINCIPLE IS A...

I want to hear a name! Who was it?

- How should I know?
- It's still wet, Mirka.

- Evidently, the hall monitor failed.
- It wasn't me...

- Did you do it?
- Come on!

Quit gawking and get back to class!
And you, wash this.

Wash it? I have to repaint.
I'll need a gallon of enamel!

SCHOOL'S A REAL DRAG

Here you go...

Gimme that.

Are you nuts? This is a pub.

This is where you drink,
friend, drink!

Go into the woods
if you want to smoke! Go on!

Good. Maybe the M
shouldn't be so big.

- Let's go paint.
- It's pouring outside.

- Does it matter?
- It'd run like hell.

- Let's go to Tom's, okay?
- Our teacher's, huh?

On a gray square woven of shadows

People gather leaves
from the ground.

On a gray square
in a house with no windows

They gather and are so very proud.

They seek what others never found:

Bits of summer
in the midst of fall.

In place where others
only drowned,

They seek the meaning of it all.

Under the blue sky they die
so one day they may fly.

Under the blue sky they love
and make the forests sigh.

Under the blue sky they cry
to quench their thirst.

Under the blue sky they suffer
to avoid a fate even worse.

Spring 1990,
my first year at university.

Hey, that's when I was born.

- Here, man.
- No thanks, I quit.

- I gotta go.
- How are you gonna get home?

- It's not so far to walk.
- We could sleep over;

- there's a spare room.
- I want to go home.

- Okay, I'll go too.
- You don't have to.

- But I will...
- Can I see the guitar?

I can totally feel it
splashing and splashing...

Play, dude!

When do we have to get up
to get to school by eight?

Seven.

We should sleep over more often.
At least we'd get to school on time.

In fall, you gotta harvest
the green leaf.

In fall, you gotta toke
the green leaf.

In fall, you gotta harvest
the green leaf.

In fall, you gotta toke
the green leaf.

- Hi, can I come in?
- Sure.

Sorry, Tom,
but I have to take a shower.

- Fine, here are some towels.
- Why do you live alone?

- Don't you have a wife?
- A wife?

Are you divorced?

Yeah, divorced.

Why do people get divorced?

Because they hate each other.

They can't stand
to be in the same room.

Why didn't you recopy
your class register?

I was thinking what to do
about the locker area.

And?

What if the students
painted pictures?

- Hi.
- Hey. - Hi.

- It'd be ugly.
- It wouldn't.

- They'd think of it as creating art.
- I can't breathe.

Close it, I'm cold!

They'd bring their own paint
and it wouldn't cost us a thing.

That's a great idea;
brighten up the school a bit.

I don't know...

- Shouldn't the inspector approve it?
- That's all we need!

The trees were bent by the wind,
which howled in the torrential rain.

What kind of subordinate clause
are we dealing with here?

An object clause?

Attributive?

Why aren't you sure?

Why is it important?
We all know it needs a comma.

You think you can just do physics
and not be able to parse a sentence?

Everyone will soon speak English,
and Czech will die out.

- Such analysis is a waste of time.
- Die out? Waste of time?

Dealing with the lot of you
is a waste of time!

If I flunk you in Czech you'll
be a trash collector, Einstein!

There's that strange buzzing
again. Can you hear it?

What?

Are the lights buzzing again?

I don't hear a thing.

It's down here. Some kind
of transformer is buzzing.

It's not a transformer.

- It's you!
- Me? What?

It's impossible to teach here!

First it's the lights,
now it's a transformer...

Names!

Names!
I want to know who it was!

What's buzzing, Karel?
I don't hear anything.

But it was buzzing!

Wasn't it buzzing?

I didn't hear it.

The starters aren't buzzing.

Somebody's doing it intentionally!

The radiator isn't buzzing.

Whoever is responsible
for the buzzing will be expelled!

- Sorry, but I didn't hear anything.
- Maybe you're just tired.

Karel, maybe you should
start thinking about retirement.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I get it, this is paradise.

Where are the boys?

What's going on?
I didn't okay this!

We agreed to paint the locker
area, not the whole school.

Once they start
it's hard to stop them.

But look, Mirka, it's beautiful.

Beautiful?

I'm not so sure.

This one's legs
are out of proportion.

Are we all the same?

Come with me.
I'll lend you an anatomy book.

Take a look here.

Everyone's got different legs.
And they all end somewhere.

But in the book they end here.

This piece is looking ready to go.
You've got talent, dude.

But the C is weird, always
the same. I wish it were a G.

Hey...

What if we start
a crew together?

We could, man.
I was thinking the same.

Sure, but what?

Yeah...

There could be an S at the end...

And an H in the middle;
it connects words good.

And at the beginning...

maybe a K or...

- An R.
- RHS...

- Dude!
- RH...

Michal, you're still here?
What about school?

- They're painting the school today.
- We got the day off.

That's good. It looked appalling.

Wow, what's that?

- Is that yours, Michal?
- Petr helped me some.

You should go to
a private school anyway.

I left you 1,000 crowns, okay?
Take Petr to lunch.

- Bye.
- Goodbye.

- Man...
- Moms...

What's wrong, man?

RHS, man!

- Man, what's going on?
- Shut up!

- I got it.
- You shit!

Kocourek...

Petr.

Okay, kid,

- what crap were you pulling up
on that roof? - Where?

Let's not drag this out.

We both know you graffitied
some bullshit up there, right?

- I don't understand.
- Hey, hey, hey...

The guys saw you
and we found your paint.

If you admit it you'll get
a year or two on parole.

But if you piss us off
we'll slap you with a 257.

That's destruction of private
property, and you'll do hard time.

Yep, and in jail someone will fuck
you and your ass will be grass.

Petr isn't here,
Michal isn't here...

Nothing new.

They're coming.
Don't mark them absent yet.

Okay.

We'll wait for them.

Why doesn't Petr come?
I guess he doesn't like it.

Today we're going
to talk about motivation.

What's your motivation...

for going to school?

How about Klára?

It's better than working.

Pavla?

I have to go.

Don't let me disturb you.
Pretend I'm not here.

Fine...

Okay, then motivation...

Monika?

If I don't graduate
I won't find a job, right?

- Martin?
- I'm here because of math.

So why must I do things I obviously
won't use in my future field?

Dork!

You're confusing two things.
There are two types of motivation:

External...

and internal.

"External" means doing something to
get something, like money or grades.

But "internal" means
doing it because you like it.

I like it here.
This is where my friends are.

I like going home
from school best.

- I like sewing.
- Sewing?

You know, sewing clothes,
fashion designs...

Sew then! High school
is a waste of your time.

Why are you here, Tom?
Internal or external motivation?

Me? Why do I come here?

Not because
of some external motivation.

I guess I come...

because of you.

I can't say it was a bad lesson,
but discipline is a problem.

Discipline?
I thought things went fine.

- They use your first name.
- That's my doing. It's more relaxed.

Are you crazy? Teachers will use
their surnames at this school!

No date or class number
on the board.

- I forgot.
- It's important.

But, mainly, your field
is history and art.

Don't you think talking about
motivation is a bit off the mark?

Not really.

Tom, you could be a good teacher.
Don't mess it up.

- Have you recopied your register?
- Know how long it takes?

I can help you.
We can sit here this evening...

- have some coffee, and set to it.
- Mirka...

it's not a good day for me.
I have to get to class.

You don't drink, smoke,
eat meat, wear leather...

Do you at least like screwing?

- How'd they catch you?
- How? The usual way.

Why did you admit it?
All they knew is that we ran.

Dude, that freak kept hitting me.

If they touched me
I'd sue their fucking asses off.

But then the sun rose, they
offered me coffee and acted nice.

I wanted my mom, so I shit
my pants and spilled my guts.

What happened to you?

- They caught you.
- Nothing happened.

- They beat you up.
- How'd you guess?

- You think you're the Hardy Boys?
- No, we're Heckle and Jeckle.

You think it's funny,
but you could do time.

Try telling me
something I don't know?

You don't know anything
if that's how you talk.

- What an idiot.
- She really let him have it.

If I get a fine
there's no way I can pay for it.

My old man will loan you the money.
He's not a complete dick.

Thanks.

Antimissile defense is purely
defensive. It's not aimed at Russia.

The president said: I said to Putin:
Vladimir...that's what I call him...

don't worry about antimissile
defense. In fact, why not join us?

- Thanks, mom, that was really good.
- Promise me something, Petr.

What?

That you'll stop
going out at night.

I promise...

allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America.

- Go on, get out.
- Oh, okay...

I know it's a drag
but now Mirka says that

unexcused absences become permanent
if they aren't cleared up in 3 days.

- Who can remember?
- I won't be an asshole about it,

but Mirka may come
and mark them herself.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

Thanks.

Are you okay?

Sure, what could be wrong?

You just look a little tired.

I've been staying up late.

If you need anything
just let me know, okay?

- Thanks.
- Who hasn't come yet?

Aha, you're the one. Let me see.

Petr, you only did half again.
And what about Czech?

I'm sick of this! Take your
gradebook and write it yourself!

- I really can't do it.
- Obviously.

And your seminar paper on graffiti?

No, I can't write about that.

- I thought you liked it.
- I do,

but writing about it is dumb.
You have to experience it.

Hey... when are you going again?

Maybe I'll go with you.

Here is Božena Nìmcová,
the great Czech writer.

Here's an information panel on
Grandmother and Božena's portrait.

Here are all the editions
of Grandmother; there are over 30.

- I heard she was
an incredible nympho. - Really?

They dressed like dicks.

Those dorks even wore
that crap to bed.

...so, so, so multilayered.

And here is Josef Václav Sládek's
house; who knows where it is?

Zbiroh?

Excellent, Zbiroh!

- And how do we get to Zbiroh?
- Zbiroh?

It's on the way to Brno,
so I guess I'd take the highway.

For god's sake! You're juniors!

You graduate next year and you
don't know how to get to Zbiroh?

Wha... wha... what?

That transformer again!

Wha... wha... what?

You... you... you're doing it!

You're doing it!

You're doing it!
You're all doing it!

You bastards! You vermin!

Man, what a psycho.

- We finally got that asshole.
- How can you say that, you idiot?

He deserved it.

Yep.

- Where to now?
- To see a friend.

- Where to now?
- To see a friend.

Like I said: Get straight A's
and you can go wherever you want.

- But, dad, it's Saturday.
- It doesn't matter. Go study math.

- Math is a waste of time.
- Math is a waste of time?

No, you are!

You're as lazy as a pig
and stupid to boot!

And all you want from me is money.

Who taught you how to behave?
She's always been trouble!

Is she's waiting for a prince
in a BMW or what?

No one normal would ever want her.

She's as lazy as a pig
and completely stupid!

Where does she get it from?

And why did you waste money
buying her that sewing machine?

Why do you support her sewing?

She should become a doctor,
not a seamstress!

Her whole upbringing
will be wasted.

Shit, 20 minutes. We'll die here.

- And the chimney awaits!
- No way, I gotta study.

To the chimney! To the chimney!
Lt'll be a blast.

- I'll hit it and you keep watch.
- Dude, I gotta slow down.

Man, cut the crap. We're going
to the chimney. Taxi! Taxi!

We'll wait for a tram...

Dude, the taxi driver looks
like our idiot physics teacher!

Man...

it is our physics teacher.

- Good evening, professor!
- Where to?

Go straight and
we'll let you know.

- 250 crowns.
- Professor, why do you drive a cab?

How can I feed my family
working at that shitty school?

- Keep the change.
- Hold on, here's your change.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Quiet, you idiot!

- Man, it was a live wire!
- Are you okay? - Oh, man...

Can't we do this another time?
It's really cold.

I'll warm you up, Klára.

Screw this. I'm getting sick.

- Gimme that, man,
I'll do it myself. - Here.

- Petr? - What now?
- I'm scared.

We're so high
and my hands are cold.

So go down
and let me get on with it.

Oh, man, I feel sick.

- My head's spinning.
- So sit and don't move.

- I'm never getting back on that
ladder. - How will you get down?

Call the police
and have them bring a helicopter.

Go get them! Now!

Shut up already, Klára!

- Where've you been?
- I got held up.

You reek like a pub.
Just like your dad.

- Why aren't you asleep, man?
- How can I sleep when you're out?

And don't call me man!

Okay, I'll write words on the board
and you write me the antonym.

The first word is "flexible".

Kolman can tell us
the first antonym...

Not here?

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Go on. Pretend I'm not here.

Okay,
let's concentrate on English...

- Malíøová, how about you?
- Rigid?

Correct. Will you come and write
it, or do you need an invitation?

- What did you say?
- The B looks like Russian.

The next word is "fresh".

Krumbachová can write
the antonym...

Aha... Kocourek?

He's at home sick.

Aha... I feel sick too.
Excuse me a moment, inspector.

- Mrs. Kocourková, where is your son?
- He's not at school again?

No, and it's becoming critical.

- I'll take care of it.
- Please, do. Goodbye.

- Next! - What did you want?
- A loaf of rye and 10 croissants.

- Mr. Kolman, where is your son?
- Not in school? - No.

He went to the dentist with
his mother and... she forgot to call.

Sir, your son
doesn't go to school and...

Stupid bitch!
When doesn't he go?

Mr. Kolman, you are
obviously covering for him.

Ma'am, you obviously
don't like my son.

He doesn't go to school and
you're obviously covering it up.

- When doesn't he go?
- Mr. Kolman,

you should come to school meetings
and take an interest in your son.

I finally recopied the register.
But maybe I messed something up...

- P.E. Should be in a different
column, eh? - I can't go on.

- What am I doing wrong?
- Nothing. - Yes, I am.

You take things too seriously.
You should go with the flow.

What flow? Everything
is falling apart.

You need a vacation.

Vacation?
The school would collapse.

No, Mirka,
we'd be fine without you.

- Are you saying I'm unnecessary?
- That's not what I meant. - You did.

- I didn't.
- Everyone thinks I'm unnecessary!

- I'm unnecessary! I'm unnecessary!
- No, you're not...

- You're not unnecessary...
- I'm unnecessary!

Can I believe my eyes?

- Hello.
- You have a letter from the police.

Thank you.

I was told to come and work here.

But I still have to go to school.

Look out...

What an ass!

You have fish, huh? Their exactly
the same as we got at home.

Man, those are your fish.
We're at your place.

Quiet, I have to call
and tell my dad that I'm staying.

At midnight? That's suicide.

- He'll kill me if I don't.
- Screw that, man.

- My parents fight when I stay out.
- It's not your fault they fight.

It is. They'd be fine
if I hadn't been born.

Come on, man! They fight because
they're idiots, not because of you.

- Exactly. - My mom says
I'm as stupid as my dad.

And my dad says
I'm as stupid as my mom.

See, it's almost better
not having a dad, like me.

Here...

- Hey, can I join you?
- Sure.

- But maybe it'll overflow...
- It's hot. - We'll be well-cooked.

- So, are things okay?
- Yeah, my legs are like jelly.

- He completely wiped me out.
- Yeah, he's really good.

- Good at what?
- Don't listen to me. I'm drunk.

- Good at what?!
- Ow! Nothing, dammit!

- Bitch! Tell me what he's good at!
- Leave me alone!

Bitch!

- Honey, what...?
- With Klára, huh? You loser!

How could you, you asshole?

- Are you insane?
- Did he sleep with you too?

- Not with me.
- You pathetic stoner!

- Can't you settle this later?
- It's settled and I'm through!

One problem is that they nearly
all have unexcused absences.

I don't claim
that they are all ditching.

They come to my class
and I think they like it.

But they bring their excuses late,
after they are no longer valid.

So much for excuses...
Otherwise I'm satisfied;

- They're eager, talented students.
- Does Pavla ditch too?

Thank you, that's all
the general information.

You can visit their
other teachers in their offices.

Oh, no, we agreed to send the
invoice straight to that asshole...

Pavla is a model in terms of
attendance, but certain subjects...

- I think she could do better.
- No, she's just worthless.

She's just a huge mistake.

But either she finishes school
or she's out on her ass.

It won't help to punish her
and call her names.

Try motivating her instead.
Why not encourage her?

Don't try to tell me how
to motivate her, Mr. Turtleneck!

Excuse me? Excuse me?

Petr Kocourek...

- Please, have a seat.
- Has he caught up in math?

I think mainly Petr
has exceptional artistic talent.

Personally, I'd think about
sending him to art school.

Art school? I don't know.
He's got to make a living, right?

Of course, he should
finish school here first.

And that principle's reprimand
may lower his citizenship grade.

- Principal... - Principal...
- Please, one at a time!

- This is impossible.
- Excuse me... Hello, I'm Mr. Kolman.

I'd like...
Get out of here! You too!

- So you made the time.
- Time is what I don't have.

I should be someplace else. Why
don't we meet like civilized people?

How about St. Klára's restaurant
at 7 o'clock on the 12th? Bye!

Klára who?

Mom? What're you looking for?

For this, Max.

Why are you in my stuff?
This is ridiculous.

And spraying graffiti
isn't ridiculous?

Hiding a reprimand from
the principal isn't ridiculous?

- Failing 3 classes isn't ridiculous?
- I'm not listening to this.

You are going to listen!
And you'll stay home and study!

Tomorrow I'll stay home
but I already got plans for today.

What's the good of it?
It's an abomination!

Everything's all painted.
I'm afraid to lean in the subway.

Give me that!
And what if you don't graduate?

Are you going to drudge away
day and night like some grunt?

You're a grunt, so why
are you telling me what to do?

- Don't get smart!
- I'm not. I'm being honest.

You're not going anywhere!
Your spraying days are over!

- So I'm your prisoner?
- Yes.

- This is some fag hangout.
- Yep.

Dude, those are sick. How much?

Enough.

- Hi. Where are we going?
- To hit the metronome.

- What are we going to do?
- A huge RHS throw-up in chrome.

- But you better not do anything.
- Okay.

What if the police come?

Tell them you're writing
an essay on graffiti.

- Take that off, man.
- Why? - You're too obvious.

What an ass.

It's magic...

Run!

Halt!

Stop in the name of the law!

Fuck!

I got him!

Come here, you shit!

Get down!

Lie still!

Fuckers!

- Petr? - Evening.
- What's up? - Can you hug me?

- Thank you.
- My pleasure.

- Thanks.
- What did you do?

Nothing.
They just started chasing me.

You see? If you came jogging
with me you could outrun them.

Stick that coffee up your ass!
I want to call my dad.

You'll get your phone back
when you tell us who was with you.

I said I want to call my dad now!
Do you even fucking know who he is?

Stick that coffee up your ass!

Yes?

- Hi, can I come in?
- Sure.

- What happened?
- I fell.

- Actually, I jumped from a wall.
- Jumped?

- We went "getting up" last night.
- You're still just a kid, huh?

I'm just entering your absences.
You have enough for a reprimand.

You're entering them
from the old register?

Yeah, it's a real pain.
This is the second time.

- I brought my excuses.
- Thanks.

But you have alot more,
and these are old dates anyway.

This is going to drive me crazy!

Can't we just maybe...
forget... about them?

Klára, that'd be falsifying
an official document.

Tom, I have a free period...

Don't worry...

- Hello.
- Hello.

Hello...

The meat is tough again.

Like old shoe leather.

No reading at the table, young lady.
How many times must I tell you?

Sometimes it's like
talking to village idiots.

I guess
I'm just jabbering to myself.

You won't respond?

Good god.

You never say a word
and I doubt you're even listening.

In one ear, out the other. It can't
stay long in your stupid head.

Where do you think you're going
when I'm talking to you?

I asked you
where you think you're going?

Will you turn toward me?

Fucking turn around!

She just stands and stares!

God, why are you punishing me?

Why aren't you eating?
It's getting cold.

Hi...

- What happened?
- Tom, I can't live at home anymore.

- Who is it, daddy?
- Just a student. Go back to bed.

I'll find a place soon; I'll get
a job. But I'm not going back home.

Of course...

Come on in.

Your work
just doesn't cut the mustard.

You didn't even finish
a single one.

Milada...

I'll give you a D
out of sheer mercy.

- Just for coming and trying.
- Thank you.

But next year you won't get
anything for free.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, thank you.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

For Christ's sake! So at 30 °C
the bridge expands 17 meters?

It was hot, so it expanded.

17 meters?

I just messed up the decimal point.

So it expands by 1.7 meters then?
Have you ever seen such a bridge?

Yeah, across the Berounka River.

- Out! That's a goose egg.
- I was sick that day. - Out, loser!

- I won't go...
- Come here!

I'll escort you myself!

I've been teaching
at this school for 30 years.

And the students just get
dumber and dumber. How is that?

The students are the same, Milan.

You just get smarter and smarter.

Are we going to wait for Kolman?

I say snooze you lose.
We're off to the cottage.

Hey.

Hi.

Why are you here?
Everyone's long gone.

You have to arrange
another time for me then.

Michal,
we don't have to do anything.

You messed up,
so you failed your exams, get it?

- So I have to repeat the year?
- Not repeat!

You failed three classes
that means you're expelled.

I'm expelled
because of some dumb math class?

Know what?
Take it up with the principal.

Kiss my ass!

Dude, he flunked.

Did I say you could speak,
asshole?

What's this, Kolman?
Wearing street shoes again?

Another school, then.
This one's was worthless anyway.

I don't want to go
to another school.

- You're going to another school!
- Wait, wait...

- You're going to another school!
- No, I'm not! - Please, Michal.

- Why not? Give me one good reason.
- I'm used to this school.

Oh, used to it!
You're used to it. Oh, I see.

You're used to your father
giving you everything!

You're used to daddy paying
when you spraypaint a building!

You're used to it!
Used to it! Used to it!

- Come on, Michal...
- You are going to another school.

- No, I'm not.
- You will go.

- You will go... You will go...
- Just calm down...

You will!

Breathe, breathe...

Thank you.
May I have another water?

- Certainly.
- Well, I have two possibilities:

I can send my son to a private
school or leave him at yours.

But you'd have to get things
together. I'd help, of course.

In return I'd like
a sponsor's plaque on the facade.

But, above all, surround yourselves
with people who've got some class.

No social cases,
no turtlenecks, no touchy-feely.

- And I'll install CCTV.
- What... TV?

- Cameras... cameras everywhere.
- Cameras?

From your office you'll know
who's doing and saying what.

I see.

I have it at my firm
and it works great.

Well, okay.

Delicious.

Hi. That's a killer machine.
Lemme see.

Sweet...

Ow! What're you doing, dork?

I'm sucking you.

See, Klára, he sucks you
but you won't suck him.

You're an idiot too. And you just
screw Pavla when she needs you.

She's hysterical
and I ain't buying it anymore.

Hysterical?
So why'd she run away from home?

- What? Why?
- She's staying at Tom's place.

At our teacher's?
No threat there, eh?

Lt'll be okay.

- Hey, when are we gonna screw?
- Sorry, honey, no time today.

- What about tomorrow?
- Yeah, maybe tomorrow's good.

God, she's hot.
She's such a whore.

Yeah, she is...

- When are we getting up again?
- Haven't had enough?

That was shit.

Let's start with Kolman.

We can't let him fail
because of one exam.

It wasn't just one.

He's had at least 7 exams.
And this is the third he's failed.

Milada, test him again.

He'll catch up; his father
guarantees it. He's filed an appeal.

I can test him again.

If the idiot comes!

Mr. Kolman is the chairman
of the company that sponsors us.

Great,
we're finally getting a gym!

Wouldn't Mr. Kolman
like to teach here?

Do you know who's responsible
for Michal's absences?

- I have no idea.
- Your protégé Petr Kocourek.

- Do you know how many
absences he has? - Yes, plenty.

Exactly.
Kocourek is corrupting Kolman.

He gets him to ditch.
And they go out at night.

He sprays graffiti, takes drugs,
and probably steals to pay for it.

How can you say he steals?
Where the presumption of innocence?

We want an exclusive school
and not a hotbed of graffiti.

I propose

we expel Kocourek once
and for all. Who's in favor?

- Me. He's sorely lacking in math.
- He's an ignoramus.

Seven of 13. Excellent, thank you.

Please record it in the minutes.

But the whole thing
has much deeper roots.

It has come out that Tom here isn't
able to act like a professional.

- Mirka, you aren't serious...
- Let me finish.

No only did he seduce a minor,
Klára Krumbachová, in his office,

he even falsified the register

to erase 83 of Klára's absences.

Unfortunately,
Milada, it's the truth.

Nevertheless,

Tom has himself decided
to leave the school.

No one wants
a police investigation, do they?

Sorry, Klára,
it was the best I could do.

It's okay.
A reprimand is good, too.

Hang in here.

- What are you going to do now?
- Me?

The first thing I'm going to do
is say goodbye to my classroom.

BYE, CLASS!

Petr!

- Everything's gonna be okay.
- I don't know.

- But we're together.
- I can't take it.

What if you fall off a roof
or they lock you up?

Come here...

No more climbing, right?

- Move!
- Come on.

Let's cross.

Thanks; you're nice
when you want to be.

- What do you want for dinner?
- Whatever.

Sure, but we had chicken yesterday.
How about bacon dumplings?

What'd you have for lunch?
Oh, I'm so dumb! No more lunches.

How was the exam commission?
Petr, did you pass?

- I gotta pee. - Me too.
- I think it's okay, dude.

Man, are you as nervous as me?

I got three good reason to be
nervous: Parole, my mom, and Pavla.

- And they kicked me out of school.
- I know...

I heard your dad was involved.

Man, I...
I'm sorry, Petr, I had no idea.

My dad's a dick, man.
He said we can't be friends.

And I was jealous; I thought
you had things easier than me.

Nothing to be jealous of, dude.

- I'm the biggest shit here anyway.
- Screw it. Let's hit the trains.

Run!

Bastard!