"Good morning." "Good morning." "Morning!" "Good morning." "Good morning." "Good morning." "Morning, father." "Hi." "Good morning." "Hello, sir." "Good morning." "Good morning." "...terminated on a certain level of mastery over matter and form then the conclusion can be applied to the whole universe." "And with an appearance of beings similar to humans, it would be the same." "Even though we are more developed than animals, we are still not able to understand their souls." "For we can not ask them." "The mutual understanding of two creatures of a different mind has nonetheless a higher chance of success." "Thinking itself is the key." "In a universe which is made up of uniform matter driven by universal laws, it can be expected, that the thought processes will be universal too." "However, these are only theoretical foundations for the principle..." "And the philosophical..." "Its creation was driven by the idea, of painting things with a personal and emotional engagement, experienced by the artist as an essential quality, and not only to translate their visual existence to the viewer." "Folowing Metzinger and Gleises, the two theorists of cubism..." "Sorry, it was paraphrasing Cezanne's statement, a confusion of reality's surface with the idea of depth." "The idea of depth." "So, we have witnessed" "Picasso attacking the object of his painting from various sides." "1330, here is your receipt." "... and a letter for you." "1330 for two months work." "Mary, how much do I owe you for the coffee?" "Thanks." "Hey, what's going on?" "Got my royalty." "So your Kubista was accepted for print?" "Yeah." "How much did they give you?" "Thirteen hundred." "Better than nothing." "See you." "Take care." "Hey, If you need the money, I can wait." "No, it's alright, thanks." "Ok." "I'm in a rush." "Got to hand these in by tomorrow." "You can take a seat." "No, I'll just look around." "Open the cabinet." "Here?" "Yeah." "And have a drink." "Are you still with the skinny one?" "She's not skinny." "Which one?" "You know ..." "Klara." "Of course." "I'm getting married." "But she was a hot chick, eh?" "Hm." "You want some too?" "No, no, no, no." "I'd have to have a second one and end up doing no work for three days." "So you're datig her?" "I never did." "Alright, but..." "Yeah." "And, Karel?" "I've got a favout to ask." "Listen, could you write something about me?" "Somewhere?" "That's not easy." "No, I understand, I don't want you to do this for free." "You're the hot stuff now..." "People talk about you, so maybe if you wrote a few lines about me..." "What should I write about you?" "Whatever." "Make something up." "I hate making things up." "You what?" "Said I hate making things up." "Good morning." "Good morning, doctor." "Good morning." "Good morning." "Good morning." "Good morning." "Yearly milk production rises until the third or fourth calf, and declines again after the seventh one." "This fact has been supported by statistical observation of the cow milk production over the past years and as such, it needs to be taken into consideration." "This, however does not mean, that milk production levels can not be changed." "On the contrary, we need to tackle this biological fact with the most modern weapons of science." "First, let us talk..." "They heard some footsteps at your place." "Whose?" "yours." "Rubbish." "I don't care myself." "Who said that?" "People did." "They said you have someone in there." "I should know myself." "Sure, sure." "Who said that, Safrankova?" "Yes, Safrankova." "And others." "Take care." "Hm." "Oh, mr.Labsky, I nearly forgot," "I owe you for the keys." "you do?" "Sure." "Yeah?" "Thanks." "Welcome." "Why are you so noisy?" "I'm not." "You're not but the whole house can hear you." "The house ... guess how much I care about them?" "What kind of suitcase is that?" "Mine." "Yours." "Have you been to work?" "Yes." "Stop lying." "Ok, I wasn't." "So were you or not?" "I was." "Listen, personally I don't care." "But everybody notices a girl like you." "And they want to know what your job is." "Where is the soap?" "On the bath." "On the bath, you say?" "An interesting psychological fact." "That most people think pretty girls don't do anything." "Noone would believe you if you said you were a seamstress." "I don't tell anyone." "So what do you say?" "What do you tell them?" "That I'm a student." "What do you study?" "Art history." "Art history?" "I understand that." "What?" "I wanted to study it." "I still wonder what you'd be doing if it wasn't for your family class." "If you had good papers with the Party." "That would be some tough luck, right?" "Stop it!" "If you had good papers," "I could be a model." "A model?" "So what?" "Don't." "Leave it..." "Hey, don't start with this." "Why can't I read it?" ""Dear comrade, and, if I may dare, dear colleague..." "Although I don't know you personally, I appreciate the results of your research that, to my surprise, were very much in agreement with those of my own work." "This left me very impressed"" "Hear thar?" ""While I highly appreciate your reasoning, I should like to say that the idea that Czech art has always been people's art has was coined by myself, before reading your paper." "I can prove this and I have witnesses for it, too"." "What does he want?" "Therefore I should like to ask you a favour of writing a study on my work for the magazine 'Ideas in Art'"." "Who is he?" ""With all due respect, Josef Zaturecky."" "Zaturecky who?" "Did he send me anything?" "Two months ago." "Zaturecky?" "It's supposed to be called "Mikolas Ales, the master of Czech drawing."" "Zaturecky." "Master of Czech drawing, hm." "I'd have to know about him, wouldn't I?" "So you'd like to be a model during the days, and nights, instead of resting, you'd study history of art." "Or the other way round." "More like it." "You'd really want to study?" "At least I could travel abroad." "Hardly." "Why do models need good recommendations from the Party?" "Because they travel abroad, see?" "Yeah, but I thought..." "Or, I guess you're right." "What did you think?" "I thought a model needs nothing but pretty legs." "That's all you think of." "Think so?" "I don't think, remember?" "I think so too." "Good morning." "The master of Czech drawing." "Hey!" "ouch!" "Let me out." "You'll be late." "Will you ask them?" "I will." "No, you won't." "I will, I swear." "Now let me go." "I don't want to do a part-time." "I want to be a regular, full-time model." "You tell them?" "I will." "Remember my measures?" "I do." "How much around my chest?" "Fifty eight." "Karel!" "Alright, ninety." "The waist?" "Ninety two." "Are you dressed already?" "Hm." "Ok, I know." "The Fashion House, or possibly UBOK." "90 around the chest, waist 58, 92 around the hips." "You go now, right?" "See you." "See you." ""Mikolas Ales, the master of Czech drawing"" "Please excuse me for not returning you your most interesting work yet," "I should like to inform you, however, that my positive review" "May be bad for your work in the end." "Marenka, can I take a chocolate?" "No way." "Thanks." "Because my opinions regarding 19th century painting are generally considered odd." "No, hold on." "Make it "outrageous"." "Yours sincerelly, Karel Klima." "Send it as a recommended letter." "This is the address." "A certain Josef Zaturecky." "I know." "But what can I do?" "I just can't find that study of his." "I am sure these are things the world should know about." "What about this?" "Well." "Not much business with this one, eh?" "Got anything else?" "How about the Hora painting?" "I am his advisor." "If he likes it." "He wants to know what I like." "Well, not only the paintings, but the living woman too." "Miss Klara Pokorna." "How do you do." "You seem to know something about these paintings, don't you?" "What did he say?" "Whether you understand paintings." "Tell him I do." "She says, she does." "But she is quite young girl, isn't she?" "That's rather surprising, I'd say." "She's studying art?" "What was it?" "He's surprised by your age." "No, she is going to be a dressmaker." "A dressmaker?" "What are you two talking about?" "That's incredible, that in this country even the dressmaker understand modern art." "What does he say?" "Says it's good that our dressmakers understand modern art." "Money spoils people." "Once they give you a royalty, next you start working like a slave." "Come on, these are lectures." "Why don't you do it at home?" "Got some problems with the heating." "It doesn't work." "Unfortunately, I don't have your work here." "I must have left it at home." "I didn't know you were coming." "It doesn't matter, doctor." "I was losing hope I'd ever find you." "Look, mr." "Zaturecky, regarding my possible review ..." "I am not quite an expert on the 19th century," "I don't understand these paintings too much, so to speak." "Excuse me?" "Please." "My positive review would hurt your study rather than help it." "I would very much like to help, but I am afraid I am not the right one to do so." "And apart of that, the editors of Art Thought don't like me that much." "No way, doctor." "I did talk to them." "They said the fate of my study depends on your review." "Did the say that?" "Would I lie to you?" "It was read by many famous reviewers already." "And everyone more or less supported its publication." "You see, you don't need me then." "You are really modest, but everyone says" "That I should have you as my reviewer." "Everyone who?" "Everyone." "It's fate is in your hands, doctor." "I have been working on it for three years." "I acknowledge that and I understand you, but ..." "It's hard to find success in my age, doctor." "It's hard." "This could be my first public appearance." "I've never published anything before." "You see, this study is crucial for my life." "Hey, Karel." "Hi." "Good evening." "Good evening." "What's up?" "And what's down?" "I should say I am happy to see you?" "I have heard you were dead." "Isn't she, Karel?" "Looks damn good for a corpse." "Quality funeral services." "So, will you introduce us?" "This is miss Klara Pokorna." "This is Jiri Hora, painter." "Happy now?" "You had your shoulders wider the last time I saw you." "But she is a wonder." "Yeah I've seen uglier ones." "Don't lose your courage." "You have more unpleasant things waiting for you." "Come on, have a drink." "May I?" "Cheers." "Gentlemen, this is so impolite, drinking without me..." "I'll pour you one." "I know you!" "I saw your painting." "This ugly woman." "Really really ugly." "It was ugly, wasn't it?" "Yeah, yeah." "A Canadian guy wanted to buy it." "How do you know?" "Karel worked for him as an advisor." "I see" "Did he buy it?" "No." "Why?" "He ... he must have changed his mind." "Them Canadians." "They always change their minds, right?" "He was a silly Canadian." "You have painted it beautiful," "but the Canadian changed his mind." "Such ugly woman." "Ugly." "Leave me alone!" "Stop it." "I can do whatever I like." "Excuse me, do you know what time it is?" "Half past two." "Thank you." "(man:) Have you seen the razor?" "What do you do with them all the time?" "Razors are for shaving, not for unsewing things." "(woman:) whatever I do, this acne doesn't go away." "Morning, mr." "Labsky." "Hm." "(woman:) Come here, look." "(man:) You call this acne?" "I am looking for one file." "A study." "Three weeks and nowhere to be found." "Maybe it's in the paper waste." "(man:) It's your skin, I'm telling you." "I don't throw any paper away." "(man:) You always had an acne." "(woman:) I never had acne before!" "Have you opened the window?" "It had been open already." "(man:) You had this particular acne." "(woman:) Here, at the back ..." "I closed it a little while ago." "Someone keeps opening it." "Well I didn't open it." "I didn't even know there was a window." "You have some 100 kilos of old paper here." "I'll take it away, when I have the time." "Doesn't belong here, so much paper." "People walk here with candles." "I'm telling you, I'll take it away." "What is this?" "What is it?" "Kandahar." "What?" "For skiing." "Skiing, I see." "I know skiing." "Nice piece of wire, what do you do with that?" "You will through it away?" "No." "Or, maybe if you need it, mr." "Labsky ..." "You can have it." "Yes, yes, I know." "You are mr." "Zaturecky." "Doctor Klima is very sorry." "He had to go to a meeting at CPU." "I understand." "Did he leave me anything?" "He didn't, mr." "Zaturecky." "Not ... even a message?" "Not even a message." "He was in a hurry." "I see." "And you wouldn't know when he is coming back?" "I don't know." "He didn't say anything." "Excuse me ... what does CPU stand for?" "Czech Painters Union." "Of course, of course, I see." "Which meeting?" "There is no meeting here." "I am sorry, miss, but I happen to know there is one." "Well, I would have known about it." "Hi, is there any meeting today?" "Thanks." "But this..." "This is impossible." "Have you come for a meeting?" "No, no, not me." "I am looking for doctor Klima." "He's supposed to be here." "Who told you?" "Well, he can't meet me today, because he has this meeting here." "I've been looking for him for a week..." "Doctor Klima?" "From the university?" "Yes." "He's not here, trust me." "He wasn't here at all." "Excuse me, miss, I am sorry." "Alright." "What do you want from him?" "Why are you looking for him?" "You see, I wrote this study." "Mikolas Ales, the master of Czech drawing." "You might have heard of it." "Doctor Klima promised me to review it." "And he's really supposed to come?" "Well, you called him to come." "In the afternoon." "We didn't call him." "Excuse me, you don't imply..." "I can't help it, sir, but noone from here called him to come." "It's a female head." "Female?" "But they said the doctor comes here." "Well, he's not here today, boss." "Thank you." "Did he promise something?" "Yes" "He did?" "Yes." "Well in that case you won't see him today, because, you see..." "You know why?" "I don't." "Because he's a bastard." "He's pulling you a leg." "You know what pulling a leg means?" "No." "She doesn't pull legs." "Mr." "Turecky." "Za-." "Za-." "Za what?" "Zaturecky." "Aha." "It's mr." "Zaturecky." "Yes, I am..." "Mr." "Zaturecky." "I wrote, you see, I wrote this study." "And mister..." "Right, Ales!" "You called Ales?" "the study I wrote..." "Is your name Ales or not?" "No, please, Mikolas Ales, the ..." "You're not Ales." "And doctor Klima..." "Oh yeah, Klima, I know which one." "So do I." "Thinks only about himself." "And he is so well-behaved, that he will never admit that he only cares about himself." "Right." "You go home." "You won't see him here, buddy..." "You are drunk." "Marenka, do you want to hear the news?" "I found it." "I did." "Great news, right?" "For me too." "Can you please tell him to come and see me?" "On thursday." "I will read it meanwhile and get it off my table, finally." "You too, of course." "Goodbye." "What did you tell him?" "That you want to see him on thursday." "Damnit." "Why?" "You found the manuscript, didn't you?" "I did." "And I read it." "It's horrible." "The guy is a moron." "A small, modest, hard-working moron." "Thank you very much." "He'll surely come, won't he?" "He's the reliable type." "Good morning." "Good morning." "Excuse me, are there no lectures today?" "There are." "I am waiting for doctor Klima." "According to the schedule, he should teach here now." "And he's not there?" "No." "You see?" "Noone here." "Not even the students." "Isn't that strange?" "Is it thurday today?" "Yes, yes, thursday." "Yesterday was wednesday." "Alright, come on." "I'll ask at the department." "He should be here, according to the schedule." "So you say that the students are gone too?" "Yes, the students too, mr. professor." "Not one student is there." "Marenka, what happened to Klima's lecture?" "I cancelled it." "Doctor Klima is sick." "He called me yesterday." "Is he in a hospital?" "No, at home." "Oh, that won't be serious, then." "Sorry for bothering you." "That's alright." "Thank you." "Goodbye." "This way, please." "Pardon." "Marenka." "What's wrong with Klima?" "Oh, this man, mr." "Zaturecky, he wrote some study." "And the doctor promised him ..." "but that just cannot be." "So mr." "Klima has transferred his lecture to wednesday. -transerred?" "This gentleman is really obtrusive." "Well, but that's Klima's private issue." "He might as well declare holidays with such an attitude." "Come in." "Good morning." "I am very sorry for bothering you again, but I just thought that surely maybe you would know doctor Klima's address?" "Of course we do." "Write it down for the gentleman, Marenka." "Maybe they took him to hospital." "I would have known that." "He left in the morning." "At half past eight." "And he was healthy." "Well, maybe he went... to the doctor." "No way." "He's quite healthy." "A little too healthy." "I was doing the laundry." "In the morning?" "I don't know now." "So what do you want from him, anyway?" "You see, I, I..." "Don't worry." "You wouldn't understand." "Good evening." "Good evening, doctor." "What will you have?" "Coffee." "Or no, make it a beer." "A beer." "I forgot my keys at home." "Got to wait here." "Yeah, that happens, doctor." "So where will you sit?" "Come and join us here, doctor." "Come on." "Thank you, I won't bother you." "I'll sit over there." "There is no service in there." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "Doctor!" "The lady has come." "I know, I know." "Can I have one more pint?" "Please." "No service in here." "That doesn't matter." "I am just waiting for someone." "I see." "So what do you want?" "A small beer." "If it's not a problem since there is no service here." ""IT'S HER FATHER"" "Gentlemen, guess what." "The feller at the back is her father!" "Good evening." "A box of matches, please." "We don't sell matches." "Get out, quick." "Get out of here." "Hey, miss!" "A small beer, right?" "You wanted a small one?" "Good morning." "Is mister Klima at home?" "No, he isn't." "That's a pity." "I need him to write a review for my study." "He promised to do so and it's urgent." "With your permission, could I leave a message for him?" "Right, you are mr.Zaturecky?" "Yes." "Here is a paper." "Yes, excuse me, thank you." "Thank you very much." "Sorry for bothering you, but it really is an urgent matter." "That's all right, I will give this to mr.Klima -thank you" "And ... excuse me, is this a female head?" "No, idea." "Goodbye, then." "Goodbye." "Why didn't you just throw him out?" "Why should I?" "How should I know you don't like him?" "I can't see." "Take off the glasses then." "They're Italian." "I will probably have to shoot that guy in the end." "Go ahead." "Shoot him." "Would you mind taking off the glasses?" "How long does it take to write a review?" "Some twenty minutes." "Well?" "And you've been talking about it for half an hour already." "How can I write a review for such retarded babbling?" "Doesn't make any sense." "If only I hadn't written to him that it's interesting." "He called me a liar, for covering you." "Said you weren't sick at all." "And then he started yelling at me." "I'd rather get slapped myself, Marenka." "Why on earth must I deal with such a dimwit." "I'll tell him." "I'll tell him so, that he'll never write a word again." "Good morning." "I came to see you, as suggested in the message I left, about the review, if you'd be so kind." "There is one thing I don't understand, mr." "Zaturecky." "How can you, after the things you did to her, ask me for a review." "But I, comrade doctor, I did nothing..." "I spoke to her." "A while ago." "I don't know how long she had cried before that." "You were rude to her." "But that is, that is..." "But that must be some kind of a mistake." "I never touched her." "So you never touched her." "Alright." "For you, it's so common, you wouldn't even call it "touching"." "I can assure you, comrade professor," "That this is a complete, utter mistake." "She gave me a pen and a paper and I wrote a message, and left immediately, so I..." "I can't see..." "Come on, mr." "Zaturecky." "You see, I like girls, too." "And if I entered someone elses flat with a beautiful woman in it, almost naked, I guess I'd do the same as you." "But that's an insult." "That's just unheard of!" "Come on, it's the truth." "Did the lady said that to you?" "She tells me everything." "But that's ..." "I ..." "That's..." "That's an insult." "I am a married man." "I have a wife..." "The worse for you." "What do you mean, the worse?" "It's an aggravating circumstance for your womanising." "Now you take this back!" "Alright then." "Marriage can be an excuse for womanising, fair enough." "But that doesn't really matter." "I am not angry with you." "I just don't understand how can you ask for a review, from a man, whose wife you tried to seduce." "You were asked for the review by the editor of "Ideas in art"." "That's a journal of the Academy of science." "You have to write that review." "A review or a woman." "You can't ask both." "What are you saying, comrade?" "Are you trying to reprove me?" "You, who ought to excuse himself?" "I've had enough!" "Not I, but you will have to excuse to me." "You to me!" "They aren't home." "Are you looking for someone?" "Yes, for mr." "Klima." "And his wife" "His wife?" "He got married?" "Well, he lives here with a woman, right?" "Yes, he does." "But she won't be home either." "She lives with him - just like that?" "I don't know how she lives with him." "I don't care about these things." "Alright, don't worry, we'll find her." "How come you don't know your neighbours?" "He's a decent man." "Don't give me that, alright?" "I know him too well." "Is she registered in here?" "How should I know?" "Who knows then?" "Where is the local police station?" "My husband won't accept this." "Tell her this country still has its laws." "What's up?" "Zaturecky's wife is here." "Why?" "I'm not here." "Show her my schedule." "I did that." "But she sneaked into the office." "She saw your coat." "Vrana confirmed her that it's yours." "Stupid." "Now she's waiting for you out there." "Damnit." "Can you tell her you didn't find me?" "Thanks." "The paradoxical nature of this escape from ... the theme which Picasso followed... for the whole three years," "is not to be overestimated." "Goldman!" "Yes sir?" "Vladimir," "Could you do me a favour?" "Certainly, of course." "Do you know my coat?" "Yes I do." "Excuse me!" "Excuse me, are you mr." "Klima?" "No, my name is Pekarek." "What is the name of that man?" "Goldman." "Vladimir." "You dare!" "Wait!" "Mr. Klima, you are fooling with me." "My name is Pekarek." "The lady said you were Goldman, but I don't believe it." "Show me your ID, please." "Be that good." "As you wish." "May I?" "There, Goldman." "I'm in a hurry." "Stop." "I have to run." "Stop right there!" "Is she here?" "How is the lady, how is she supposed to look like?" "She was... she was beautiful." "Had a very pretty head." "There are many beautiful women, sir." "Was she tall or short?" "Tall." "Dark or blonde?" "Blonde." "I am sorry." "I think she's not here." "Doctor Klima, let me tell you something." "Go ahead." "It's the Zaturecky thing." "Listen, I personally understand you and your behaviour, but that thing with the lectures." "I know you did lecture," "But that Zaturecky, he spoke to the university president." "He had some data with him." "And yesterday there was a discussion about you pretending to be" "one of your students." "Nonsense." "Why don't they speak with me?" "Why?" "Everything is clear to them." "Listen, we know you like your work." "But is it not that your work is also your escape?" "You don't come to the assembly too much." "And when you do, you usually are quiet." "Nobody knows what you think." "I know you do your scientific work in your free time too." "I have read your paper." "And while I don't agree with everything it says," "I must admit it is very interesting." "But please." "The school's reputation is not only given by its work, but also, so to speak, by the reputation of the lecturers." "I thought my work was more important than fables spread by a lunatic." "You should stop the rumour circulating about you." "Facts can do little against moods." "and to contradict a mood or a rumour is about as hopeless, as if you wanted to dissuade a catholic from his belief in virgin Mary." "The custom is that the assistant professor job is given to people, who have been lecturing here already, but in your case..." "Which is not to say you should give up." "I only wanted to point this out to you..." "Comrade Klima has a visitor." "Pardon me." "Sorry." "Hi." "What's up?" "I am going home To Celakovice." "Why?" "They were looking for me." "Zaturecky and his wife." "They want to sue you." "For me not being registered in your flat." "They came again?" "Again." "Looked for me in the factory." "In the factory?" "I'm going then." "Don't be silly." "You, at least." "Be reasonable." "I am reasonable." "Wait for me then." "I'll be right back." "Let's go on." "I am sorry but I have to leave." "It is very pressing." "But we wanted to reach an agreement about your situation." "I am seeing the president tomorrow." "I am really sorry." "I would rather stay here, but still, you will have to go on without me." "What do you mean?" "Goodbye." "Goodbye." "Excuse me." "Yes?" "You are his friend, right?" "Not really." "To be honest, my acquaintance with Klima is rather superficial." "We won't open the door to anyone." "What if the police comes?" "Come on, it was just a joke." "Oh yeah." "Everything is a joke to you." "And what about me?" "Once I get investigated, I never get out of the factory again." "What about the modelling job?" "Did you ask them?" "About what?" "Did you ask about the job in modelling?" "For me?" "." "Yes, I did." "I did." "You really did?" "Yes, I really did." "You know why there are so few bulldogs?" "Because most dogs won't stand the punch in the face." "Have you gone nuts?" "You know how long it took to write it?" "Do you know how long" "it took to cut that?" "Cut what?" "The cloth." "Which cloth?" "That cloth." "The napkin." "Hide in the bathroom." "Good evening, doctor." "Would you be so kind to give me a few sugar cubes?" "I quite forgot to buy them." "I don't have any." "What's up?" "Did someone steal your toys?" "This is humiliating." "What is humiliating?" "Borrowing a flat." "What's humiliating about borrowing a flat for Christ's sake?" "Because there is something humiliating about it." "Well, it's all we can do untill I move." "But a borrowed flat makes me feel like some kind of a cheap girl." "A borrowed flat?" "Cheap girls usually do their business in their own flats." "Hm?" "Dear comrades, the next point of our programme is comrade Klima, who was invited and who is present among us." "I would like to say, that we have been watching the comrade ever since he moved in, and we noticed that his private life is rather disorderly, which does not make a good impression in our surroundings." "For instance, the other inhabitants of his house, as comrade Safrankova can testify, were complaining about excessive noise in his appartment on 15/1, 20/3 and 31/5 the noise was so intense that they could not sleep," "although they had to get up for work in the morning." "I would like to say that this is sufficient, to give us a picture of comrade Klima's life." "Now we have been approached by comrade Zaturecka, who is a wife of a research specialist, that comrade Klima was to write a review of her husband's work, and he never did it, although he knew," "that the publication of said work is entirely dependent on his review." "That's no work of science." "It's a low quality patchwork of other people's ideas." "May I ask, comrade Klima, what is your field of research?" "I am something like a theorist of art." "And comrade Zaturecky?" "Don't know." "Guess he tried to do the same." "That's it." "Comrade Klima considers comrade Zaturecky to be his competitor, not his co-worker." "All today's intellectuals make the same mistake." "I think..." "We'll discuss that later." "Comrade Zaturecka told us, that her husband visited comrade Klima in his flat, where he met a young woman." "This woman informed comrade Klima, that she had been sexually harassed by comrade Zaturecky." "However, comrade Zaturecka presented to us medical evidence that her husband is not able to commit such action." "Comrade Zaturecka intended to report the issue to the disciplinary commission of the magistrate, since this false accusation of sexual harassment can cause personal and material damage to her husband, however, she was unable to do so, as she did not know the name of said woman." "Therefore she contacted us." "There is no damage to mr.Zaturecky whatsoever." "His work is so bad, I would never recommend it anyway." "And if there was a misunderstanding between mr." "Zaturecky and my friend, there is no need to call a comission to that" "We are the ones who decide about our meetings, comrade." "I am sorry, but I do not know you." "You see, comrade Klima?" "But I do know you." "Because I care about my compatriots and neighbours." "And since you claim..." "Thank you." "...that comrade Zaturecky's work is not good, we have no choice but to look at it as an act of revenge, since Comrade Zaturecka provided us with a copy of a letter, that you addresse to her husband after reading said work." "But the letter doesn't say anything about the work." "True, but here you write, that you find comrade Zaturecky's work very interesting." "Why didn't you write that it's a patchwork?" "Either you lied to him, or you are lying to us." "I think comrade Klima is double-faced." "Right, comrade, but we need to know from you, who was the female comrade that comrade Zaturecky met at your place." "Comrade Zaturecka has informed us, that she asked comrade Safrankova about the comrade's name, and that comrade Safrankova's response was evasive." "Could you comment on that, comrade Safrankova?" "Well, first I should like to say that my response was not evasive, because the charge is wide of the mark." "As comrade Labsky from our house himself can confirm." "And second, I do not even know that female comrade's name." "And, as you can ask comrade Zaturecka," "I told her that I believed that said comrade works in some textile factory as comrade... as comrade dress..." "As comrade dressmaker." "Which can again be confirmed by comrade Labsky from our house himself." "And, about comrade Klima, I would like to add, that as far as I know," "I have an opportunity to watch him." "and I must say that all that has been said here, is my opinion too." "But I think, apart from that, that comrade Klima is a decent man." "Could you, comrade, give us the name of the young woman?" "I promised to comrade Zaturecka that we will discuss this issue." "I am sorry, but I do not know." "I never asked about her name." "You don't know the name of a woman that you live with?" "I don't live with her." "She came to visit me now and then..." "Listen, to live with someone without being married is no longer considered wrong." "There are many such cases and we consider them quite normal." "Comrade Klima, what do you actually think about women?" "Nothing." "Excuse me, but I believe that it is ridiculous, that you should be the one to educate young people." "Does your life mean nothing more to you than drinking and abuse of women?" "I think, comrades, that we are partly guilty of this too." "How many times did we invite comrade Klima to our meetings?" "Not once." "I think comrade Klima wouldn't come anyway." "Or do you think that he would, I know how this sounds, do you think he would ever join us for a pint or two?" "Or for a coffee - like we all do?" "Excuse me, this is not really my business, but it's not only that he doesn't come, as opposed to, say, mr. teacher here, but when he does come, he doesn't pay his bill." "He leaves without paying and then pays god knows when later." "I think that's in bad taste." "Is it?" "Or is it not?" "What do you think?" "I think he would come." "a discussion will be later on." "So, about the name?" "What shall we do?" "I think we should leave that alone, since nobody here really knows." "Let the police find out." "That's what they are paid for, right?" "Yeah, that's right." "Right indeed." "Goodbye." "Dear comrades, the next issue in our programme, are those eternal dustbins." "Good morning." "Good morning." "Mister doctor." "Your daily paper." "Thank you." "Cheers." "Good morning, doctor." "Good morning." "Morning, doctor." "Good morning." "Good morning, doctor." "Good morning." "Good morning, mister doctor." "Her?" "She's been missing for 3 days." "Must be sick, then." "No way sir, she isn't." "We'd have a medical ticker here, if she was." "She does this often." "She's not after the money, she is after recommendations." "And that's a very abstract thing for such a young girl, right?" "Maybe you just didn't see her." "Hm." "Thanks." "Hm." "I forgot to buy papers." "What should I tell her if she comes?" "Can't you travel later?" "That's impossible, mr.professor." "Marenka, please, announce that Klima's lecture is cancelled." "Yes." "Thank you." "What about the job interview?" "Have you been to see the president?" "Well, I..." "I didn't speak to him yet, but I thought ..., that certainly tomorrow or maybe ..." "I don't see the point of this carelessness of yours." "She doesn't come home often." "Says she has no time." "The bastard." "When was the last time she was here?" "That's a ... six weeks." "Six weeks?" "And where does she stay in Prague?" "Don't even ask." "One day, I'll make my way there to see it, and you don't want to know what will follow." "She moved to a man, some kind of an imposter." "Said he was teaching at a painting school." "Can you imagine that?" "Wait, I have his name here written somewhere..." "Is he not called Klima?" "Yeah, Klima." "You know him?" "A little bit." "Is it true he's divorced?" "I don't know about that." "But what you say is not true." "He is a decent man." "Hell, he is 15 years older than her." "Do you drink rum?" "I do." "That doesn't matter, if he's older or not." "Do you have children, mr.manager?" "No." "Well, once you have a daughter, come and see me while she is little." "I'll tell you what to do with her." "I'll have some advice for you." "Now look," "She finished high school with excellent grades." "Got admitted to university too." "and then she comes in here, red-haired, says she quit studying." "What did she study?" "Chemistry." "She said she needed some experience first." "What kind of experience, I say?" "With the fraudster?" "With the..." "Klima." "Yeah, him." "Or, you should have seen her recommendations." "Those recommendations that I got her," "Noone else got them." "And now?" "They all are studying and young miss Pokorna is doing nothing." "But you weren't a bourgeois factory-owner, were you?" "I work at the railroad." "I thought the girl would achieve something, and now you see it." "The first imposter, a feller with fake teeth..." "Damnit. can you not keep an eye on her in that factory?" "Can't you ask her, what she's doing?" "You have the youth commitee, the union, you have it all there." "Or you, her manager." "Can't you ask her, damnit?" ""Now, tell me, girl, what do you do, with whom do you live, who do you meet?"" "Mr.Klima, my husband adored you he thought you were an expert and a man of character." "It was all about your review, which you refused to write." "My husband has been working on it for three years, dawn to dusk." "Mr.Zaturecky is not employed?" "No." "So what's your income?" "Only mine, so far." "If you saw all that he had to read," "How many pages he wrote." "He used to say a scientist must write 300 pages in order to keep 30 of them." "And then this women comes." "I know him." "He would never do such thing." "The woman lied to you." "Maybe she just wanted to make you jealous." "Yes, I overdid that, mrs." "Zaturecka." "That can happen to anyone." "Of course it can." "We were afraid you still believed her." "This would ruin my husband's life." "Your review means everything to him." "The editors told him that everything is up to you." "My husband believes that if his work gets printed, his status of a scientific worker will be finally acknowledged." "So please, now that everything is clear, can you write the review?" "And can you make it soon?" "Alright, Mrs. Zaturecka." "Let me tell you the truth." "I can't tell people unplesant things." "I hate myself for that sometimes." "I was hiding from your husband, because I was hoping he would understand why." "His work is really, really weak." "It has no scientific merit at all, Do you believe me?" "I can hardly believe that." "No, I can't believe that." "Mrs. Zaturecka," "The work, to start with, is a complete copy of others." "A scientist must discover something, come up with something new, not just copy what others said." "But my husband didn't copy the work, mr.Klima." "You did read the work, right?" "No, I didn't." "Well, read it." "I won't understand it, mr." "Klima." "But I can tell whether my husband is honest or not." "And I know, that all his actions are always honest." "Mrs. Zaturecka," "Please tell your husband, that..." "That I won't write the review." "Please understand." "But..." "I am sorry." "Where've you been?" "It's all right now," "I told them everything." "Everything what?" "That I won't write the review." "Who found this for you?" "Who found what?" "The job." "You are a model now, right?" "Ah, Jirka did." "Which Jirka?" "Jirka Hora, the painter." "Wait." "Should I tell you what you are?" "Oh, please." "A stereotypical cynic." "Did Hora tell you that?" "Why?" "Think I can't have ideas myself?" "You think that everyone is stupid and meanwhile..." "Meanwhile what?" "Meanwhile you've messed it all up." "Oh, come on." "For instance, they'll fire you from university." "Did Hora say that?" "Can I tell you one more thing?" "Go ahead." "It's all your fault." "Take my advice, and stop lying to people," "Because no woman will ever value a liar." "Every morning at half five." "When?" "Half five." "Good morning, doctor." "Good morning, doctor." "And what does she do?" "The laundry." "Who knows whose laundry it is." "We can find out." "Yes?" "Hi." "Is it ... mr.Klima?" "Sorry, you have a wrong number."