Kolja Page #4

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to? People leaving their kids anywhere.

[ Gulps Food ] If you devote yourself

to music, you shouldn't have children.

Like you. It should be

either music or a family.

You've put me on the spot.

How long would he stay?

[ Laughs ]

-[ Trucks Driving By ]

- You see them? Always on the road...

driving back and forth.

[ Russian ] Ours.

No, not yours. Those are Russians.

Come here. It's the King.

[ Speaking Russian ]

Russians. Russian soldiers.

What's he saying?

How should I know?

Maybe the uniforms remind

him of the Yugoslavs.

Stay here, Kolya. It's almost ready.

[ Speaking Russian ]

[ Soldier Playfully Shouting Orders ]

You lied to me.

He's a Russian.

Yes, I lied to you. He is Russian.

You're in with the Russians now?

Mom, all Russians aren't alike.

[ Doorbell Rings ]

We're not home.

-[ Doorbell Rings Again ]

- Oh, come on.

He saw me come in.

[ Speaking Russian ] Excuse us.

Could we wash our hands here?

- Oh, wash your hands?

- The water's off.

The water's off.

[ Russian ] The water's off?

There's a burst pipe somewhere.

[ Russian ] Sorry to

bother you. Good-bye.

- [ Faucet Running ]

- [ Russian ] It's running.

The water's running!

I won't have a Russian child here.

Come on, let's go see Uncle Ruzicka.

[ Russian ] The water's running.

I don't like it, Frana.

Lying to your own mother.

- Vitulka would never do that.

-[ Clock Chiming ]

First you show no interest in

children and then it's a Russian.

[ Places Object On Shelf ]

[ Wood Grinding ]

[ Man ] Come look... whip it so.

How's things in Prague?

Same as here.

Did you hear what this one psychic says?

That it'll all fall apart this year.

They've said that for 40 years.

This psychic had a vision.

The Communists...

were buying bars of gold...

and fleeing to Russia in great hordes.

But Gorbachev was

there, took the bars...

and beat them on the ass with them.

Then he said, ''Leave the

gold here and go home!''

But nobody wanted them at home.

The kids and nurses rebelled. They

drove the Communists to Albania...

with a great pealing of bells...

and set up reservations

for them there...

like for the Indians in America.

What a vision!

Why was it the nurses who rebelled?

That I can't tell you.

[ Trucks Driving By ]

[ Russian ] Are they ours?

Yes, yours.

[ Russian ] Are they going to Moscow?

No, they're here for good.

They just go back and forth.

[ Russian ] Do they live here?

Unfortunately.

[ Trucks Continue Driving By ]

[ Russian ] Like me.

[ Sighs ]

It's cancelled today. The

Russian kids from the barracks...

all saw it yesterday.

- [ Crying ]

- They're not showing it. Come on.

[ Whining ]

How big an audience do you need?

At least five. But

this is a Russian film.

'Angelika''is on tomorrow.

Give me five tickets.

Mr. Lansky, we're going

to show it after all.

Hi, Franta.

[ Chopping ]

[ Cartoon Characters' Voices Echoing ]

[ Smacking Gums ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Kolya Giggling ]

[ Russian ] Where's Grandma?

She's asleep.

Mr. Louka, you got a registered letter.

I signed so you wouldn't

have to go to the post office.

Just imagine!

Our building came in second

in the decorations competition.

We'd have come in first too, if

it wasn't for that idiot Pech.

It's from the police.

Probably a parking ticket.

I suppose you'll have

to show up in person.

[ Yawns ]

I'm Pokorny. You would be Mr. Louka.

- You brought-- - There's

nobody to look after him.

But during the

interrogation--

Comrade, could you take him?

He'll bawl his head off.

Oh,

hell--

We've never done this before.

Never before, Mr. Louka.

Don't you have children?

Yes, but I don't take them to work.

Maybe I could ask Jitka.

Jitka, you'll have to

look after this boy.

Use Kopecky's office. He's out.

- Go and play with Auntie.

- [ Growling ]

- [ Growling Continues ]

- He won't go with strangers.

- Well, how old is he?

- Five.

But he doesn't speak Czech.

He's Russian. Can't he stay?

If you have paper and

pencil, he'll draw.

Sit down, Mr. Louka.

Do you have any colored

ones? He really likes crayons.

So you got married on us, Mr. Louka.

Well, well, how interesting.

Here you are a confirmed bachelor,

and bang!

Suddenly at 5 5--

People do foolish things,

especially at my age.

Well, she's young and pretty.

- A guy could fall in love pretty quick.

- You know how it is.

How did you meet?

- In a restaurant.

- Which one?

It was the Molostranska caf.

She was there sitting alone, and

there was no other table free.

- We got to talking-- -And

do you speak Russian well?

No.Just a few words...

left over from school.

- The cigarette.

- Please take one.

No, it fell.

That's always happening.

Very nice.

[ Pokorny Over Speaker ]

He draws well. That violin--

[ Louka ] Cello. It has a spike.

[ Pokorny ] Of course. A

violinist would stab himself.

- I have a five year old but he can't draw as well.

- [ Sighs ]

-[ Louka ] What's his name?

- Rodek, after my wife.

-She has a man's name?

- No, it's Rodka really.

[ Switches Off, Coughs ]

How's it going?

Captain Novotny, Mr. Louka.

Listen, my dear man,

you seem to have a bad

influence on your family.

Your brother emigrated.

Your wife emigrated.

You didn't live together long

in that tower of yours, did you?

Nobody saw her there.

We lived together a few days,

but we didn't get along.

She spoke Russian...

and I only spoke Czech.

And you didn't notice

that before the wedding?

Of course. But there were

other problems as well.

She kept opening the windows.

She was so used to Siberian winters.

So we decided we'd live separately.

Okay, you've had your fun.

Now spit it out.

How much did they pay you, smart-ass?

Isn't that a bit rude?

I'll be as rude as I like.

I call a jailbird anything I choose...

and that's what you'll be.

I asked you a question!

Comrade, can't you take this child?

We already tried.

How'd you pay for that Trabant?

I saved some and borrowed the rest.

From whom?

My colleague Parizek and Mr. Broz.

Did your wife tell

you she would emigrate?

That took me by surprise.

And her son. That also

took you by surprise?

Yes, that too.

What will you do with him?

I'll probably keep him.

Since he's mine by marriage.

Look here, my dear man. This

marriage is an obvious scam.

Tell your fairy tale of an old

goat in love to someone else.

And don't think you'll be playing

with the Philharmonic much longer.

You'll be lucky to fiddle at

funerals. We'll make sure of that.

''He's already only playing funerals!''

Why not try to save your skin?

Just tell us who arranged the wedding...

and how much you got for it.

This isn't the last time we'll meet.

Go back home and think it all over.

Then maybe you'll come back...

and see us before we send for you.

[ Sighs ] Well, that's it.

[ In Czech ] That's it. ''My dear man.''

A couple more interrogations

and you'll be speaking Czech.

[ Sandals Squeaking ]

[ Woman Speaking Over P.A.]

- Well, Marketa!

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