Boxer a smrt

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SLOVAK FILM INSTITUTE

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THE BOXER AND DEATH

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You have been fantastic.

Fantastic...

The fantastic training.

You can't complain!

No other boxer has such

opportunities.

Opportunities?

They are but flies!

Better than nothing.

Train with them. You'll keep

yourself in trim.

My manager is also so naive.

He asks me if l train hard.

That's just like you.

Be glad he counts with you!

You'll come back to the ring

and have a good name again.

The only thing that matters.

lf that was so simple...

Will it last long?

No.

- Nine escaped?

- Three of them were Jews.

Do away with it!

You wanted to say several words.

Right!

Flies!

You knew what would happen

if you escaped.

The camp life has its rules.

You have broken them.

You have fouled.

Liquidate!

The commander said it in plain

language.

There is nothing to add.

For amoral people,

for the enemies of the Reich there

are only two ways to freedom:

Through the chimney and through work.

You have chosen the first one.

Yet, one must be inwardly prepared

also for the fair death.

A**hole! Always patronising me.

You were in a hurry,

you can wait until morning.

Down! Up! Down! Up!...

Faster!

Down, you bastard!

Quiet!

Are you tired?

Such an escape is tiring, isn't it?

How is that possible...?

Psychologist!

- A boxer?

- Yes, sir.

Welterweight?

No.

Middle?

Cruiser.

- You lie.

- No... l... looked differently.

Name?

Amateur?

Come!

Stop staring!

Take off the clothes!

Come on!

What's going on here?

Commander prepares a tragedy

with a convict.

lt's a rehearsal for a comedy.

l am so delighted!

Holder will be more.

Really? The better!

What row do you prefer

the tickets for, gentlemen?

Unfortunately, l am both

the referee and the timekeeper.

And l am objective audience.

Here's the rival!

Willie, tie his gloves!

The first match without a penny.

Finished!

Referee!

The commander won K.O.

in the first round.

You are in great form!

What a rival he was!

He had fought for one minute

and 35 seconds.

lt's a pity l didn't examine him

before the match.

Holder, he is yours now.

Must you do that?

Look how thin he is!

What could you have expected

from him?

He is at least 15 kilograms lighter

than his original weight was.

l am also useless when l am hungry.

l even can't polish my boots.

Though you are not trained

you withstood enough.

Do you think...?

Willie, you'll feed him up!

He must put on four kilograms

in three days.

Four? ls it possible?

Yes, it is.

lt could be interesting

as an experiment.

We shall try it in three days again.

We shall se then what he'll be good for.

Come here!

What's the rush?

All in good time.

Up to the scales!

Seventy-five.

Eleven less now.

Eat!

That's all l needed!

l have but trouble with you.

Do you enjoy the German food?

Yet, you always complain, gourmets!

By the way, where are you from?

- Hjniky...

- ls it in Europe?

ln Slovakia.

Do you know a Gabika there?

She lived in Pressburg.

lt's a pity. A great girl.

l would travel every month to see her.

She used to dress very nicely.

l don't know why l dumped her.

lt was the scent.

l hate it.

You wouldn't say that, would you?

Well, enough!

Come to the scales!

You will overload,

die in the most pleasant way

but l will pay for that.

Such is life!

There is no justice in the world.

Kraft gets loads of money

for half an hour of boxing.

Do you also say loads?

And what for?

Any knife is better than

the strongest blow.

You ate almost a kilogram.

l'll fatten you up like a pig,

don't worry.

The commander must have something

what to beat.

Have some of this and come

for supper!

- All right.

- You must say:
Yes, sir!

- Yes, Sturmmann!

- Mr. Willie!

Up!

Get up, man!

The convict number 65...

You're sleeping and forgetting

your duties.

You must think of them even

while sleeping.

That's it.

You won't put on four kilograms

in this way.

Shall l eat instead of you?

You live like a spa guest here.

You have all the luck.

Do not forget again!

Attention!

Komnek is in your block again.

l understand.

You understand sh*t!

He mustn't be hurt at all!

The commander wants you to leave

the convict in peace.

Since when do runaways get bread?

lt is not for nothing.

l had a match with Kraft.

He beat me.

Did he? You don't say!

Let him rot!

l was beaten yesterday but

they forgot the bread.

l was a sack for him.

What did you get the bread for?

l say...

Do they bother you?

To beds, bastards!

Komnek, do you hear?

l really fought with Kraft.

l can't stand it longer.

l still have three days.

The others can have a rest

after work.

l have a match in three days,

he may let me live.

You're my friend, you can help me.

You are well in with them.

Get me some poison!

Please, get it!

ls it him?

The morning walk.

To Kraft's place.

Bastard.

Time?

Two minutes ten.

That's bad for you.

First he'll play with you and then

''circum dederum''.

Do you also say ''circum dederum''?

Rat!

Hang yourself!

Swine!

Aristocrat!

Spy!

l am not a spy!

l box with Kraft!

What do you want from me?

Shall l go to the gas chamber?

l try to protect my life

as you do yours!

Do you hear?

Wait!

Stance!

Guard.

Now jab, clear...

hook... side step...

Cover up!

- A new Joe Louis.

- Sh*t. The champion of narks.

Cover!

Gentlemen having a good time?

- Did he beat you?

- No.

Do you know how this work is paid?

Let's say... with cigarettes.

Let's say.

l am Venlak.

Such are not mentioned

in the sports news.

But l have all the good world

boxers in this file.

Venlak. Remember! Block 6.

Komnek, did you bring it?

Maybe you didn't believe me

last night but l am serious.

Stop talking about poison.

l can't bear it any longer.

Who is the thief?

Who stole my bread?

ls it morning?

Gannet!

Selfish egoist!

One, two, one, two...!

Faster!

Come on, bastards! Faster!

Gestapo... camp... transport.

Not that. Something human.

Nostalgia... sadness... anger...

hatred... friend...

Why did you call me?

... baby... Sit down!

Eat!

Thanks. Sit down!

Did he beat you much?

l felt like in a thresher.

l have never experienced anything

similar in my life.

lt had nothing to do with boxing.

He signalises punches, doesn't he?

That all was like one huge punch.

- And then?

- Nothing.

Speak!

What about?

When do you box with Kraft?

The bread is for you only.

When do you fight?

- ln two days.

- Gosh, two days!

They are doing exercises.

Have you trained today?

l tried to.

That was not good.

First you must get your strength.

When you look like a human

you can fight again.

We'll train a little tomorrow

in the evening.

He will tear me to pieces.

Take it easy, we are still alive.

Are you given enough food?

Eat then.

Nutritious food. Meat, sugar.

As for bread, be cautious.

And don't think of the box.

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