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Based on a novel by Vladimir Körner

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-What's going on?
-Enough, sit still!

Where did we stop, dad?
Go and have a look!

-I can't believe this.
-Stop crying!

-This isn't a station, what the...
-The train goes no farther.

-You'll have to get off here, gents.
-But why?

-Get your ID cards ready.
-But I have a child.

What, am I supposed to walk
with the child?

-Calm down.
-How are we to carry all the luggage?

How stupid. Fero, come on, help me.

Get out of the way.
Damn you!

The Jerries will help you,
the village isn't far.

Let me help you, young lady.

You've got some gall...
Did you come alone?

-Report to the National Committee.
-You hear? That goes for you, too.

Why don't you get out of the way?

-Let's see your papers!
-Get a move on, old man...

Jindra, come here!

-Look at that stupid face...
-Must be a Jerry, look at his boots.

-Gestapo-style...
-Nonsense.

I know the style,
they're combat boots.

-Get up! Get up, I said!
-Kindly leave me alone.

He can't be serious!
Did you hear that?

-Don't touch me, I'm not feeling well.
-Move on.

-I told you not to touch me.
-Aren't you a funny one?

What's in the bag?

-Watch out! He has a gun!
-Bastard!

-How are you feeling?
-All right, it stopped bleeding...

You do insist that these
papers are yours?

Viktor Chotovický, reserve lieutenant...

Member of the Czechoslovak Forces.
Served in Great Britain with the RAF.

Is to take over the management
of Alfred Heidemann's property

The above-named officer will write down
a record of valuables and property.

And the Ministry of Defense.

-May I?
-Signed Vymazal, squadron leader...

To begin With, not Schwarzbach,
but Černý potok.

Papers like these are
a dime a dozen nowadays.

I could have you locked up.

You wouldn't happen to have
some milk, would you?

No. I never drink the stuff.

What's wrong?

Are you all right?

It's nothing, really.

That would kill me, I have ulcers.

-You served in the RAF with ulcers?
-I worked in the warehouse.

Where?

In Aberdeen, Scotland.

And what did you get this for?

We all got it as a parting present.

See, we didn't get shit.

I've got to confiscate this, of course.
You don't have a permit.

-And who issues such permits?
-I do.

Is it American? The cigarette, I mean.

English, part of my rations.

Hejna speaking.

Yes, he's here.

Damn!

Yes, I hear you well.

I understand.

You can count on me.
Yes. Good-bye.

Idiots!

That seems to be correct.
I am sorry.

I know squadron leader Vymazal.

-We met during the mobilisation.
-I see.

I am sorry.

-The boys will apologise.
-I'd rather they didn't.

I hope you understand, there's all
sorts of trash coming to settle here,

but I'll teach them this isn't Texas!
This isn't Sorrento!

-Isn't Sorrento in Italy?
-Never mind, I won't have it.

This is going to be a village
like any other.

I understand.

Just a minute, Lieutenant.

Put this in your bag
and choose a machine gun over there.

Inspector Hejna!

Franz Hallmeier set fire to his house!

There you go.

Dammit! See what I mean?
We have to cope with this every day.

-Fire!
-Here you are.

-Fire!
-Take some ammunition too...

Where's the fire brigade?

We can't get to the water because
of Franz's livestock in the pen.

But the herd is wild with fear
'cos of the fire.

I am no bullfighter, stupid!

Stay here, just in case.

There's been too much of this.

I'm going to take hostages
the way they used to.

-Where do I get the keys?
-You fool! Even the gate is missing.

-I'll send one of the boys along.
-No need.

In that case, Lieutenant,
you'd better take the machine gun.

I won't. And don't call me Lieutenant,
if possible.

Mr. Chotovický, why did you come here?

...one day, Ulrich saw
a monster under a tree,

...twenty heads and a beautiful...

Consummatum est.

Hey!

Oh my god, where are you going?

You can't go in there!

What are you doing there?

-I'm looking for Heidemann's house.
-What?

-Heidemann's house!
-Get back to the road!

There are landmines everywhere!

You won't give up, Baster?

I'm going to report you!

They haven't even noticed me.
Are you Czech?

-Where did you get this?
-Opfer der Liebe.

-What?
-Never mind.

I know what they are capable of.

They even mined the corpses
before they left. Goddamn.

We couldn't even give them
a proper burial.

-Could you let me have some milk?
-Why not?

We are getting the seventh cow.

Dad and I have to manage
alone now, you see.

Our Vilma has gone off to Opava.

We are going to get Germans
to help with the farm.

Vilma is my big sister.
I have no mother.

No. She died.

Dad keeps complaining and running off
to the doctor, but he is fine for now.

Mother never said a word
and then died all of a sudden.

You are kind.
How old are you?

Only fifteen.
What's that?

Chewing gum.

An American invention.

What about you, do you have anyone?

Don't chew so hard, your gums'll hurt.

No. I have no one now.

That's good.

What are you doing here?

Well?

Don't you understand Czech?

German?

Permit? "Back at four.
National Committee.” All right.

How did you get in?

I don't understand a word of Czech.

Oh, I see...

Only one? Or are there more?

That's all.

-Two?
-Yes, only two.

I see.

Goodness.

What's the matter with you?

Sorry.

-I just woke up.
-Now? What were you doing all night?

I slept.

I slept for fifteen hours.

I'm still dazed.

Everything's rotten, Lieutenant.

Is your package in order?

You can keep the drinks...
except for the fruit juice.

Thank you very much.
That's some special...

-You don't want anything for it?
-No, nothing.

-I think we're going to get along.
-You bet.

-Autumn is lovely up here...
-Yes.

That's exactly what I need.

Peace and quiet, long walks.
To hide from the rest of the world.

This isn't quite the right place
for that, my friend.

You'll be enjoying
your peace and quiet

till I find you
with your throat cut one day.

She knows exactly what to cook.

Her dad had a bad liver,
so she knows all these diets.

-He'll hang, all right.
-Who?

Old Heidemann.

-I dragged him to Olomouc myself.
-What?

The girl is his daughter.

Didn't you know?

The daughter
of the great fascist Heidemann.

You can get someone else,
if you're afraid of her.

Nonsense.

I always say: You shouldn't have what
you haven't built with your own hands.

I was the first to get here
and didn't even take a damn radio.

The girl takes after her mother,
a decent, religious woman,

but I wouldn't trust anyone nowadays.

Come,
come with me.

I'll show you something.

Disgusting, right?

This is what they called
the stocks in the Middle Ages.

It used to be for the dogs.

Heidemann used it for Polish
prisoners in winter.

Yes, sir...

People say he beat one to death
with a cane right under those stairs.

God only knows what she's witnessed.

After all, we all get our due.

That's what I call justice.

-Could I keep her, Inspector?
-Keep what?

The girl - to live here.
I am supposed to eat every two hours.

Oh, I see. All right.

Wait! Wait!

Take your coat off,
you are going to stay here.

-What is she saying?
-She doesn't want to stay.

Just imagine, she says she'd
rather stay in the camp.

She doesn't want to stay here.

Pity, I've been treating her well.

You shouldn't, my friend.

Don't be too soft on her.

As long as her dad is at our mercy,
I guarantee she's going to behave.

I've made up my mind.

You are going to stay here!

Well then.

Deal with her in your own way,
Lieutenant.

Just don't take it seriously.

I'll stop by later!

Why did you get up?

Sit down.

What's your name?

Adelheid.

Good morning.

Is this your room?

Yes,

this used to be my room.

Is that you?

My father, my mother is dead.

My brother was killed in Russia
near Zhytomyr.

Do go ahead.

No.

Trash.

Wait... To wait...

Wait...

Bed...

And wait in my bed...

Wait in my bed.

Shall I make a fire in the bathroom?

-What?
-In the bathroom.

Bathroom.

Yes, do it.

Go to my room and wait in my bed.

Stop drinking and get to work!

We want this to be a happier place.

I see you've tidied up the library.
You've done a good job.

What about this?

Save it, every drop is precious.

-Would you really drink that?
-Well I'll be damned.

-Submarine fuel, that's what it is.
-Where did you find it?

Behind the books.
A bottle for each classic.

That's fate.

I searched the cellar,
the attic, but never the library.

Sorry, I refuse to burn books.

Gentlemen, I've finished.
Let's hear it.

Ah, that's the stuff.

I say Johann Strauss
was a great artist,

a man of high principles and above all,

one lame bastard towards women!

Don't overdo it.

The first sip is the worst.

Tell her to have a drink, too.

Miss Heidemann!

Come here.

Cheers!

A true German woman.

Keeps up with the men,
come what may.

The only good thing she's learned.

Cheers!

Listen to what they're playing!

Listen, they're seriously playing it.

I know these waltzes.

All of them.

The first one's called "Nur für Natur."

Then the one about
the dangerous cousin.

That one is from the Merry War.
"Der lustige Krieg."

-Do you mind if I take my coat off?
-Not at all.

What are you doing, you idiot?

I just want to find out
where the shooting is coming from.

And don't give her any more booze.
Her giggles show she's had enough.

She ought to eat something.

Go and grab something to eat.

Picking on me again. As always.
Damn it.

Move.

Where had the war taken you,
Lieutenant?

Hungary, Yugoslavia,

via Port Said to England.

Had yourself a good time, didn't you?

I was stuck in Scotland
till the end of the war.

-Did you meet any black girls there?
- did.

Black, Jewish, and Arab.

Thanks.

-I even met a black girl with blond hair.
-What?

That's quite the joke!

Which one was best in bed?

I don't know.
I didn't try their kind.

I never, I never had a black girl.

And one Ukrainian girl working
in the cotton-mill.

But a black girl...

What's wrong, lad?

-You need some fresh air!
-Tell him to get out.

Will you have a drink with me?

I have to eat something.

I have to eat all the time,
although I've never enjoyed it.

I hate it all,
food, cigarettes, drinking.

-All of it.
-You're talking like a fool.

-Were you worried?
-I told you to shut up.

Shut up!

-So drunk you had a complete blackout.
-A long time ago.

-I inherited a weak stomach from her.
-Nonsense.

Look,

I was looking forward to going home,

and now I've found only strangers.

I don't really understand anyone.

There are things that aren't worth
talking about.

Put it out, my eyes are hurting.

Are you sure you won't join me?

I've had enough.

What's this supposed to be,
you nitwit?

What's gotten into you?

Look at how she stares, the bitch!

I'll kick her out of here!

Go to my room and wait for me in bed.

So that's the way things are.

Why not? I agree.

The easy way...

-If not, hit her!
-What did you say?

Nothing, my friend, nothing.

That's your affair.
I don't mind.

The amount of booze we've consumed
would flood the cellar!

I don't mind.

I'll finish it off on my own.

Captain Andrejs was
a better drinking partner.

A great guy, partisan,
and supporter of Beneš.

Six years in the resistance.

We took over this place together.

-Get up!
-Fuck!

So you've been shooting
at the paintings?

Only for fun.

-Let me go, Lieutenant!
-Don't call me Lieutenant!

Get out! You too!

-I haven't done anything.
-That's even worse.

I don't want to see anyone here
from now on.

Please leave.

Go, go.

Go!

The lady is finished.

I want her back at the camp
by eight tomorrow morning.

Just to be clear.

As you wish.

That's what I was expecting,
but the lady is going to stay.

Good night!

I told you to watch out,
he's a bastard.

Good night.

The divine sun walks alone...

You understand Czech?

My diary... where did you find it?

I am glad you understand...

...only as much as a dog would.

When I woke up next to you
in the morning,

I was dreaming:
my parents stood in the yard

and shut the gate when they saw me.

Adelheid?

You are here in the dark?

The table in our kitchen
was made from linden-wood.

When they carved up a pig,

it would be covered in blood.

But if you scrubbed it with sand,
it turned white as show.

Our dog used to lie under the table.

I used to throw fatty scraps of meat
to her when they couldn't see me.

Should I leave the light on?

-Light?
-Yes, maybe.

Why are you closing your eyes?

I couldn't...

Come, come...

Hey!

What did you tell her?

Don't you understand me?
What did you say to her?

Old Heidemann was hanged
in Olomouc yesterday.

-Adelheid!
-No!

Is that you, Adelheid?

Sh! We seem to have a visitor.

What?

-Who else has a key?
-The third key...

Sorry. Get dressed quickly.
I need something hot.

I feel awful.

Go to hell!

What are you even here for?

Dear God, help me, please.

Oh, God.

Please, leave me alone and go.
It will soon pass.

At last I feel at home.

Do you understand?

Adelheid,

are you even listening to me?

What's the matter?

It's showing.

Sorry to bother you,

but...

-I have a serious reason for my visit.
-What reason?

A reason that concerns the young lady.

As you know, she's the daughter
of the biggest Nazi in the region.

He's dead.
And you've already told me that.

I've just learned that she went
to convent school in Beuthen.

-Do you know what that means?
-I don't.

I've seen a lot,
but I've never seen worse whores.

-Would you like to know the details?
-Anything else you discovered?

Yes. Hans-Georg Heidemann.

What about him?

He died in Russia.

Quite a number of corpses
have come back to life like this.

-Do you mind if I stay here overnight?
-Go ahead.

I am glad I don't have to explain.
My people are on watch in the village.

But you are alone here.

What's going to become of her?

That depends.

-Was someone shooting here yesterday?
-Someone's always shooting.

Right now,
I want to catch young Heidemann.

-Will you let her stay?
-For the time being.

-For how long?
-Till we catch him. A day or two.

-We are sure to get him by then.
-And then what?

I said it depends.

I had to report it to Olomouc.

What do you want in exchange
for leaving her alone?

Two bottles of Cognac...

Okay.
I'll get them for you right now.

...and to knock your teeth in,
Mr. Chotovický.

Excuse me, the water's boiling.

You are a real bastard, let me tell you.
You make me sick!

To buy a woman
for two bottles of Cognac.

Your hands are cold.

Have a drink.

Are you afraid?

No.

Leave me alone, please.

Don't be afraid.

Everything's going to be all right.

Everything's going to be all right.

You don't happen to have an ointment
to put on these cursed frostbites?

Hans!

Hans!

Hans-Georg!

What have you done?

You animal!

Animal...

Come on, Victor.

You still want to talk to her?

Here.

Thank you.

They want to take you to Olomouc.

I am supposed to testify.

You don't have to be afraid.

I'm not going to say anything.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

I feel sorry for you.

All I want to know is...

Shall I translate?

Did you hate me the whole time?

Even when...

I had that attack and
you came to help me?

When?

No. I didn't, then.

She remembers the first day.
You watched me chop wood,

when you came down, you blushed.

Later, I found you had slipped
a pack of cigarettes in my bag.

I was surprised.

The pills you had to take,
you always broke them up,

I didn't quite know
what you wanted from me.

You seemed so shy and then...

...then you sent me upstairs
to wait for you in bed.

Then you were just
like all the others.

That can be changed!

I can't stay alone.

I have no one left.

-What?
-She wants to know what you said.

Tell her I have no one, only her.

Tell her that.

Don't be afraid, Adelheid.

I can help, if you want me to.

Do you hear me, Adelheid?

-What are you staring at?
-Get it over with, Lieutenant.

Come. Let's go.

Take this little exhibition away,
will you?

Exhibits, Captain.

Put it away.

If we are to reach the town
in daylight, we'd better head out.

I've seen enough.
Are you through with her?

It's done, Captain.

Captain! We're in trouble!
She won't open the door!

She asked to...

I sent Štĕrba to watch the window

and I've been watching the door
in case she'd try to escape.

I stayed here.

That's terrible.

Date, place, and time of death.

Let's say...

...three twenty five.

There you go.
Come and read the statement.

Excuse me.

Here.

Do you want me to read it to you?

Single, date of birth, etc.
That's beside the point.

Cause of death: suicide
by strangulation...

The dead woman was wearing
a reddish fur coat without a collar,

her face was pressed
to the right side of the wall.

Clothes: under the fur coat the dead
woman was wearing blue trousers,

white socks, and ski-boots.

A grey sweater buttoned
on the left shoulder.

The fur coat was unbuttoned,
one of three buttons missing.

In the pockets:
675 crowns, five gold coins,

and a ticket from Černá Voda
to Orlovice worth 27 crowns.

On her left wrist was a gold watch.
The watch stopped at seven thirteen.

Under the grey sweater, the dead woman
wore a white slip, undamaged, a bra,

underwear, a suspender belt,
home-made stockings...

THE END