Cast
Rubbish.
So why did he glue the hands to his head?
When they found his body he was holding his head in his hand as if he torn it off.
Why did he kick off the bucket first?
To warn people below, so that he'd only kill himself.
Like some mum with a stroller.
A baby'd be killed by the stupid bucket too. No bullshit.
My dad said so and cops can't lie.
Dude, all grownups lie all the time.
This's cool anyway.
Too bad my dad forbade me to use it.
Grandpa did it so chopping wood wouldn't be so boring.
Boring? It's only good for that.
– That's not true. – What'd you do with it?
It'd chop somebody's head off.
Sure.
Let's go for scrap iron.
And will it make enough money for fireworks?
You bet.
LIARS
That stupid mouse must eat the apples right with the mousetraps or something.
Where the hell did I put it?
– Did you chop the wood? – Yes, Dad.
– With an axe? – Yes, dad.
– Now you're going to do mischief with the boys? – Yes… No, Dad.
Your shoes yesterday were stained with oil.
You've been in that factory again.
No, Dad. These're from a bicycle.
From bicycle? Kony, I warned you, if you went into the factory I'd beat your ass.
– Am I clear? – Yes, Dad.
"Yes, Dad."
– Clear off. – Yes, Dad.
– Come back before six. You'll help me with those window frames. – Yes, Dad.
And grow up, finally, so that you make something of yourself.
Sure.
Dude, you have to get down here.
You're weak.
Why do we have smell this every day? Keep it for yourself.
Nice cart. How much for it?
– This's our barrow. – I know it's yours.
Look, I could use it for wood.
I can change it for cigarettes and some beer.
You take it? Deal?
– Well… – What the hell'd you need it for?
– We're collecting scrap iron. – No, we just… – Scrap iron?
Aren't you in that gang of young Navratil's?
That fat pig, you know?
We sure aren't friends with Tendon.
That bastard broke my window this morning.
If I catch him I'm gonna rip his head off.
– Do it, Mr Jašek. We barely know him. – Barely!
If you keep taking scrap iron from the smelters,
I'm gonna beat you beyond recognition.
That's my iron, understand?
And now get out, you little cunts.
Fucking stalkers.
We'll see who's a fucking stalker when there's a rat in his window. Asshole.
Davo, don't be stupid. Let's not cause any trouble.
He'll give us away and there'll be no more fireworks.
Him? His wood burning can be smelled even in our kitchen.
Everyone hates him. That moron.
I'm so looking forward to the fireworks.
They have to be here somewhere. Find them!
Fuck, it's Tendon. Run.
They aren't here.
Neither here.
Neither here.
They have to be here somewhere. This's their cart.
We're gonna find them and make them eat stones.
They are gonna eat stones.
What if they just left it here?
Shut up, sister. You'll get chocolate.
Just don't saunter.
And you go and check the old smelters.
– What if we run into that loafer Jasek again? – Rubbish.
Go. I'll check it from above.
Can I go with you?
No, go with the boys. You'd definitely fall down from there.
With those morons?
Don't gripe around and go. It's torment with you.
Fuck. And the collection is over.
That's such an idiot this Tendon. Why does he even come here?
– He isn't gonna fight with Vicky around. – You know a lot about it…
So let's make sure he won't come here again.
– What's with him? – He's dead.
– What, dead? – He isn't breathing, dude.
– We should call for help. – Are you mad?
– I can't even be here. – Me neither. We can't call anyone.
And what'd you wanna do?
We should…
– hide him! – Hide him?
Yes. We have to put him to Jašek's so he'd burn him. Or we're gonna be blamed.
But how would we get to Jašek's? Everyone'll see us.
Well, before dark we could hide him at your attic.
In my house? Why at my place?
It's the nearest.
My dad's gonna beat me to death.
– Didn't you say you're the only one chopping wood? – Yeah, but…
– Great. – Jindra!
What? We'll have to cover him up.
– We can use some sheet from here. – Dad'll know.
So what else you wanna do, dude?
Guys I'm scared. The guillotine and the dead Tendon. That's no good.
I don't know what worse could possibly happen. He'll have to wait till dark.
You bastards.
You morrons.
My dad's gonna beat me to death for this or sure.
It's terrible.
Let's get out of here.
On "three". One. Two. Three.
– Damn, your dad! – Shit. My old man?
Hi, David, what are you doing here?
– We're just, we're going… – We're gathering beams
so we could put them in the cellar.
– What are you gonna do in the cellar? – There's this cellar man
who imprisons women, well and…
– Really? – Yes. Konrad's gonna take us there.
He also cut some girl's hands off and some other girl cut her hands off too
and he was so brutal that he gave the other one some prosthesis.
I'm going to the station. You sleep at mum's tonight, ok?
Sure Dad.
– See'ya. – Bye. – Good bye.
<i>… unit 148, please, report your position.</i>
<i>… unit 148 is…</i>
Fuck.
Silence, we're almost in the forrest.
Do you hear?
Shit.
– Get back. – They'll catch us.
We must get back. Quick.
No, just drop him here. Come help me.
Konrád, hurry up.
Hello. What's up?
I'm looking for my brother.
Tendon?
Well… Tadeáš. He got lost and I can't find him.
And… did you try it at home? Isn't he there?
I haven't been there yet. But what if he isn't there?
Aren't you going to town? I'd come with you.
– Yes. – No.
Yes.
So…
So let's go.
And what did you do today?
You know. Playing and stuff.
But most importantly we earned some money.
Money? For what?
For fireworks. We're gonna fire them at the gallows afterwards. Behind the town.
Really? And could I go with you?
You'd want to?
Sure. I love the yellow ones that fall for so long.
Parents are still not asleep so my brother didn't come back.
Or maybe they are waiting for you to come.
Maybe.
He at most just ripped his sweater somewhere.
That'd give my mum a heart attack. She hates when he gets home all dirty.
Would be worse if he didn't come at all. So good night.
– Good night. – Good night.
What time is it?
Where have you been?
Well. I was playing with boys.
Playing huh?
Well I was playing too.
With those frames.
I rubbed them off by myself. Moved them off by myself.
And then spent and hour cleaning the acryl you spilled all over the attic.
So come here.
Fuck no.
– What is it? – We lost the head.
Guys, it's here.
So take it.
What? It's all bloody.
<i>The beer's here.</i>
Quickly, hide.
– So you're saying the young Navrátil got lost? – Yeah, fuck.
I hope he's eaten by dogs somewhere. That little asshole.
He's somewhere in sausages.
Fuck, are you really gonna burn this shit? It's all wet.
It's gonna smoke so much again, Jašek.
Fuck. It pisses me of and what pisses me of I burn.
It isn't gonna catch fire anyway.
You'd have to pour some shit over it.
Leave it on me dude.
What a jackass.
Watch out.
Fuck.
What?
Fuck.
You're such an asshole.
We must get out.
Davo, we have to tell.
What?
– I'm going. – What are you doing, Konrád?
… kick their teeth, little brats.
Mr Běloruký!
Konrád, what are you doing here?
I come to confess. I killed.
What are you talking about?
Well, that Tadeáš. I killed him.
What?
Well, we were at our house when the glass fell on him.
Well and it chopped his head off.
Otherwise, we were at the factory and he fell and the mousetrap.
Well, Jašek always burns something and he probably burned him too.
– Are you serious? – Really Dad. He tells the truth.
You're in it too?
Yes.
I didn't want to. It was an accident and it just…
Boys, do you know what I'd love to do?
– Prison? – Reformatory?
No. I'd love to slap you both. With you, David, I'm gonna deal tonight
and Konrád, I'll tell your dad you make things up all the time and only lie.
Get out.
Konrád?
Konrád.
– If we tell Dad at the station in quiet… – Davo, let it be.
What?
If we buy those fireworks, we can at least do something nice for Tendon.
Something like a funeral.
A funeral? But no, what if we…
Davo. We must start to act like and adults finally.
You're right.
We didn't do anything wrong.
Translation: Jitka Chocholatá, Robert Hloz, Barbora Slunéčková
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