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INTIMATE LIGHTING
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What are you doing there? The double bass parts!
-Honza, I'll do your face in! -I think I played it precisely.
The overall tempo will be set by the soloist.
We can play it faster or slower, I don't know yet.
We'll have a rehearsal with him before the concert,
so the rhythm of the composition will be set then.
But now, gentlemen,
you must play it the way I want you to.
In short, with me. It's clear to everyone, I hope.
Yeah.
Gentlemen,
hard times are ahead, the concert is nigh.
Look, it's no variety show.
It's a serious, big concert.
Together with the soldiers, there will be 65 of us.
That means, the way I've just seated you at the music stands
is how you must sit during the final rehearsal.
Without fail.
Otherwise it would be a mess.
There'll be soldiers, half of us is missing...
We need it to work.
They've sold 180 tickets already.
-Two hundred and forty. -You see, gentlemen?
Two hundred and forty tickets.
This means that we'll sell sixty more.
And remember, during the last concert when we played Jírovec,
we had sold out the auditorium at 80 percent.
I've spoken to Dr Šimáček
and he said he wanted one, too.
Okay, gentlemen, start with the grandioso.
Oh, concerning the final rehearsal with the soloist before the concert.
-Will we have enough time? -I don't know.
I invited him to come the day before, so I hope so.
That's okay then. Please.
We'll drown you in the river later.
Man, this is nice.
Well, the terrace...
Come on, that's the point!
That's what I said. The terrace.
-It's good to dine on, isn't it? -That's true.
-Would you like some gooseberries? -I would.
-Don't push it... -So what?
-There should still be one left. -Don't look for it.
Daddy!
-Daddy! -Come here, boy!
-Maruš, what do you say? -Daddy, Kája peed in his bath.
Did he really? You mustn't, Kája. Otherwise it would die.
Say hello to uncle.
-Hello. -Hello.
What's your name?
Come on, what's wrong with you?
You're a big girl, aren't you?
Which school do you go to?
You're a bad boy, so go away.
Go!
I don't know what's wrong with that boy today.
Listen, Bambas, how many kids have you got?
Peťar, don't call me Bambas. Maruš doesn't know the nickname.
Did it bite you? We're going to eat it for doing that.
We'll roast it with butter.
Kája will eat it, daddy will eat it.
Auntie will also eat it.
Uncle will eat it. Uncle, will you eat it?
-Hello. -Welcome. -Come on in.
Where did it bite you? Show me.
Sit down here and stop fidgeting.
Take some more! Eat!
Miss, take some.
No, thank you. I'm fine with the tea.
-Peťar! -I've still got some.
So what do you usually play?
What do we play? Well, the classics.
We're not in Prague, mate.
Since Kája became a headmaster it hasn't been bad for him.
He doesn't have to be with pupils as much.
But granddad does.
He often comes home fuming with rage. Isn't that right, Kája?
They don't play anything special in Prague either.
Oh, they do.
The philharmonic orchestra. And they get to go abroad.
Peek-a-boo.
But that's the philharmonic, you know.
We only get to go to villages with Strauss's waltzes.
We've also been irritated many times since we started building the house.
The nerves...
Do you ever get angry, Bambas?
No...
-Has he ever been angry? -Oh, you mean Kája?!
I've discovered a new piece by Jírovec.
We've done it.
Radio people from Budějovice came here,
and recorded it...
You wouldn't believe it, but it sounded quite good.
They make some things softer and some things louder.
Kája, you shouldn't do that! Come here.
-Let him, we're just playing. -You mustn't do that.
How long did it take you to build it, Bambas?
-Well... about seven years. -What are you doing?
Let's see how strong you are.
You can hold two blocks.
You can hold them.
Heavy, isn't it?
-It is. -You're puffing. -I'm not puffing.
-Do you want more? -Give them here.
Shit, shit, shit...
Maruš, what are you doing? Stop it. Kája!
-That's enough. -It quite suits you.
Take it off.
Stop kidding around. Put them down.
Not like this, for Christ's sake. You're so clumsy.
Bambas!
Bambas, come here. I'll drop it.
Hold on.
Don't drop it.
Damn, that wouldn't be good.
Lovely bricks, these.
Look, eight bricks, one shot.
And how many there are here!
That would make a great number of drunks.
Drunks! When we were building it, our tongues twisted in our mouths.
-So about five shots for one drunk? -At least.
But the large ones. Heavy duty.
That's over 800 drunks. From this house.
What? Over 800?
Damn, I wouldn't have thought.
It's nuts here. Everything is measured in bricks.
Kája?
Yeah?
I've invited Mr...
Me!
To the funeral.
He's not interested in the funeral, granddad.
He's not interested?
-It's music, too. -I'm not saying anything.
And it's good music. You'll hear for yourself.
When we start playing, everyone starts crying.
Even the relatives.
And most importantly:
One funeral, 200 bricks.
Grandma!
-What's up? -What's this chicken doing here?
Again?
It's acting as if it hatched the bus itself.
Get off!
How many times have I said you shouldn't put it here!
Easy does it...
Kája, leave it be. You will hurt it.
It's chickens everywhere.
Wherever you move, you put your foot in something.
So what, it's not as if it would kill you.
But look at the car, damn it! It's a henhouse, not a garage.
It's not only your car.
Granddad and I paid twenty thousand for it.
It's you who came here with nothing to your name.
-I've heard that one before. -I need to repeat it all the time.
-You'd forget about it soon. -As if I didn't slave away here.
-I've almost destroyed my hands! -You've got a house!
A house.
I tell you the chicken was in here for the last time.
You don't say. Put one egg to another.
Come here!
Go away! You're in the way.
-Oh well. -It's scared of you.
Daddy, there's a chicken under the car.
Where is the beast?
You see what you're doing? I'll show them what for!
-Don't go anywhere. -Kája, get lost.
For Christ's sake, Kája, what are you doing?
I tell you...
You know, people enjoy themselves in various ways.
But mourning,
mourning is the same everywhere.
It's for a reason that they say
you can travel the whole world with one sad song.
People would rather cry than laugh.
And this...
If this car ran on tears...
I'll go and have a look.
Go ahead. But don't cry your eyes out.
Such beautiful eyes.
It would be a pity.
The shock absorbers are not very good.
Karlík, does he take offence easily?
Me? Why?
I would really enjoy something.
Go ahead!
Yes? Can I?
That woman of yours. When I'm looking at her...
Her walking like that...
Pretty, isn't she?
Pretty? She's a gem.
If I could add a little something.
Look what it does to me.
I can see.
Have you read about that Dutch paratrooper
who skydived 3000 metres without a parachute into cotton?
And he was fine.
From 3000 metres?
That's strange.
Well, it's possible in cotton.
I jumped once...
It must have been three times as high.
At least one floor up.
But no cotton here. Concrete.
What a thud that was when I fell. Jumped.
My feet were all covered in blood.
What shoes did you have?
The shoes were good, but I was holding them in my hand.
I also walked in them on foot
from Budějovice to Vienna.
It's true I took the train back.
When I got home my dad said, "Did you buy a new pair of shoes?"
I said, "No, it's the old ones."
Well, Smetana.
That deaf old man.
But he sure could hear things!
Once I was in rye this high with a girl this big.
And you know, she cried, too.
She cried, too.
But this is not rye, granddad.
So what?
Granddad, it's time.
Yeah.
Let's go.
-Li-ttle-Pete. -Ha, it's not Little Pete at all.
So what is it?
Once again and if you don't get it right,
you really don't love me.
You see.
I-love-you.
That's just like the first time you honked.
Completely wrong. Listen. I-love-you.
That's not it at all. It goes like this. I-love-you.
But that's wrong.
It's like music. I-love-you.
You're boasting again.
-I'm not boasting. -Come on, it's not like that.
Okay, I'll tell you something.
I'll honk something. Listen. Try to guess it.
Well?
We have to go. They're honking like mad.
I told you.
What is it?
And what about people? Did they cry? Did they?
Lots.
Did you like it then?
Let's go. We're hungry.
You've been drinking again, haven't you?
They didn't want to let me go.
Our men are in demand.
The other time they came from as far as...
-Kája, where did they come from? -I don't know.
Those that got us the cement.
It was me who got the cement.
But from whom? From Vejtora in Líšeň.
Remember we played there and he cried so much.
It doesn't matter anyway.
I tell you, old Smetáček had tears in his eyes.
I'm not saying anything.
Tears as big as peas.
It doesn't matter anyway.
It doesn't matter...
Standa Macháček cried like a little boy.
He wouldn't stop.
All right then, they all cried.
I say they cried.
Remember Vaníček! How emotional he was.
He couldn't even speak.
You wouldn't have gotten a single tile from him otherwise.
A chicken leg for the miss.
-You like legs, don't you? -I want a leg!
Don't speak during meals. We have guests.
Granddad didn't get a leg either and he's not saying anything.
Isn't that right, granddad?
Sit down. He shouldn't get all he wants.
If he likes it. Have the leg and...
Kája, you mustn't! Give it back to auntie.
Let him have both. I can share with Petr. -Of course.
That won't do. Neither of you would have enough.
Have mine.
Let go of it. Let go!
Have mine.
No, you wouldn't have anything. We can share.
-How do you want to share a leg? -We can manage somehow.
Look, this can easily be cut in half.
And you can have the leg.
And it's sorted. Always so much hassle.
Let go of it!.
I've had enough!
What's so funny?
-I've had enough! Time for bed! -Both of you. Now!
Don't shout at him. It'll make him ill.
Come, Kája, we'll go together. Come, now.
You sit down. The little one.
-I said the little one. -She's worse than a little one.
And you see, it has come back.
And with beer to boot.
Hello.
I'm the chemist.
Excuse me, please.
But retired.
Oh, hello.
I can see there's enough fun to go around.
We haven't finished eating yet. Come, sit here and don't move.
But go on in, the men will be happy to see you.
I've brought something, as always.
-You shouldn't have. -It's nothing.
-Typical you. -That's nothing.
Miss, the food will get cold.
I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me.
Don't worry. We always have fun.
-They must go to bed. -You're fiddling with your food.
-You'll go as well. -And Kája, hurry up.
It's like in a bar here.
How come?
Like in a bar.
Accent!
Louder!
Piano.
Granddad, less!
And out!
Out? I can go out if you like.
And together.
More! Forte!
And piano!
Piano!
Now it must explode!
You know, she has tonsillitis.
Stop with the prompts.
What's the point playing it like this, gentlemen?
I played it precisely.
Granddad!
Granddad what?
How can I play with joints like these?
You go on about your joints.
A lumberjack could play this!
A lumberjack! I've worked my fingers to the bone here.
And boy does it show.
-Why aren't you playing? -Because it's not worth it.
Don't be stupid, Bambas. We just want to play.
-Come on, either we play, or we argue. -Sure.
Miss!
Come and have a look. It's a pre-war wire-mattress.
I would have done it myself.
Come on. No fuss. I'm a modern person.
But I feel...
You might not know it, but I'll tell you something.
Granddad made me run away with him.
After a three-day relationship.
They came to the village with a circus.
My parents had me searched for. But I was already in France.
I laugh about it today, but... poor mother.
Try it.
Properly, don't be shy.
I get a bit dizzy nowadays.
You need to have your knees locked, arms straight, and back arched.
Myrna Ray could do that beautifully.
But on a horse!
You know, we used to be friends.
I'd also like to ride a horse one day, but the normal way.
I used to be different than today.
I mean in everything.
Actually you still... So...
Before we started building the house, I used to exercise.
But now I'm afraid. My back...
I would set the alarm clock, lie down, and count to forty.
One...
two...
three...
You can't put your legs too high up, or too low. Where it hurts most.
That makes your tummy disappear real fast.
I've told Maruš many times, but... to no avail.
She takes after granddad.
Imagine, a woman and she likes Pilsner beer.
I'm sorry, gentlemen, my little finger is going numb.
I don't know why. Look at it.
Can I call you colleague? You are not annoyed, are you?
-Sure, sure. -Can you see it? A little...
You see? I need to exercise it.
Come on, gentlemen, let's continue playing.
My joints are not what they used to be,
that's part of getting old, isn't it?
Come on, it might get better.
The second repetition.
That's before the strokes.
Kitty, kitty...
Come here.
Piano!
It's C sharp, granddad.
Where?
Where you played C.
But, gentlemen, I like this part so much!
If I had studied at a conservatory...
Petr!
Can you see?
Petr, can you see?
I can!
-What? -I can see.
Nice, isn't it?
Petr! A black one!
We can see it.
Stop it already.
Gentlemen, she's still young.
When I arrived here, she was laughing so much.
I couldn't help but laugh as well...
Let's start from letter A now.
When the first and second violin play the melody.
I thought you wanted something.
Yeah, for you to stop bothering us.
Hello, Věra!
I'm not Věra, I'm Štěpa.
You are Pepa? I... I like you, Věra!
I'm Štěpa, you know!
-What? -Štěpa.
-Sh...sh... -Štěpa. -That's right.
-And what's your name? -Ja-Jarouš.
-You have quite a nice name. -A nice name, isn't it?
-Do you like it? -Yeah.
-Let's go for a walk. -Where would we go?
-I like you, you know, Štěpa. -I'm ugly.
I really like you.
I've never seen as pretty a girl in my life.
You're only saying that so I'll go with you.
There, yes. Press more. That's nice.
More there.
That's good.
More up here, Maruš.
On the shoulders. That's good.
Seven... do it properly.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten, enough!
I'll be going.
One more here.
Don't go.
Štěpa, come on,
I haven't even had a chance to chat with Bambas yet.
Tomorrow is another day.
Okay, but tomorrow is the concert and so on.
Look, there's time for it now and...
So up to twenty.
Okay.
Come on.
Eleven,
twelve,
thirteen, fourteen...
Yuck.
We'll get divorced because of eggnog.
Wait!
What "wait"?
Hold on.
Blimey, that's some exercise.
Well, they're young.
Sleep, my sweetheart. Go to sleep.
Good boy, good baby.
There there!
What's wrong with you? What have I done now?
Bambas is more important to you than I am.
Why?
You hurried to see him.
You didn't care about me.
Oh.
I hurried, so what?
Come on, for a bit of hurry...
No, go see him, I don't care anymore.
Come on, Štěpa.
I'll go then.
I will really go.
Bambas?
Why are you not sleeping?
Well...
Do you want some?
Well... Seeing you, I'd like some as well.
But there's no meat left.
Let's take the beers out.
Here you go.
In the autumn, this is full.
What a life you have!
But what can I give you?
What's this here?
Maruš is no intellectual... but smell this.
Homemade.
Is that also homemade?
Yeah!
This is the best, man.
When it's quiet everywhere.
I just sit here,
listen, and eat.
This is it.
Pour us some more then.
This as well, but the music...
The music, sure.
That Jírovec, for instance.
It's old and simple,
but it's got balls.
Jírovec has got balls.
How did you start fishing?
Fishing?
You will never understand.
I know everything that goes on in this house.
I even know when granddad goes to the bog.
Or when grandma has back pain. Dry back pain.
She got it today.
But by the river...
It's an adventure, Peťar.
You never know what will come.
When I was walking down the stairs,
I heard the old man.
I heard the old man, and I'd never heard that before.
Oh yes, he snores incredibly.
But how he shoots!
This is where mine will be one day.
And now listen to the concert.
I know this!
What a devil!
He pisses me off.
That was a long pause.
We're no match for him.
Bambas, have you ever heard a beautiful woman snore?
But a beautiful woman!
That's all right.
But have you ever heard my woman? Actually snoring!
Kája, Kája!
Okay, as you wish.
Peťar, it's okay.
Peťar, stop it.
-What are you doing? -You need to go forward.
If you want to go back.
-But I want to go back. -So you need to go forward.
Come here, you're...
And we're finished.
You don't say?
Have you got a house?
You haven't.
Have you got a car?
You haven't.
Are you married?
You're not married.
So you're not finished.
Look, Peťar. We're not finished.
...and for that I'll give you a rose...
Stop kidding around.
Stop it.
What are you thinking, Bambas? You'll always be an artist for me.
Pause.
What is it?
Jírovec!
Let me see.
I dig the viola.
Stop it. You'll eat it.
Listen! A trill.
It doesn't go like...
But...
Professor Klabík.
Listen...
We'll take our stuff and...
To the world.
And we'll play funerals.
We'll play concerts! Like we used to.
Concerts my arse! No one goes to concerts.
I won't play concerts... no, funerals, any longer.
Don't be silly, it's money. One funeral two hundred bricks.
We'll sort that on the way.
We'll burn it down here and...
-Grandma, she's kicking me! -Wait, I'll be right there.
It's on the thicker side, but it's good.
I like eggnog.
It's disgusting.
Maruš, why aren't you eating?
How can I with the tooth?
-You could have had it out by now. -You shut up.
-That's our early bird. -How come?
It'll ring on midday one day.
It rings well, but late.
Always?
Sometimes an hour late, sometimes two.
It also depends on the weather.
I've had it for twenty-five years. If I didn't set it in the evening,
I wouldn't fall asleep, that's how used to it I am.
No one's interested in the alarm clock.
But we're talking about habits, not so much about the alarm clock.
What shall we drink to?
To health!
To the concert.
To pretty women.
And to what else?
It doesn't really matter.
I've never drunk to that yet.
So to that.
Like this we'll be standing here till Judgement Day.
It needs a bit of patience, but it's good.
Some Sundays, these...