Lidice

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When future generations ask

what we fought for,

just tell them the story of Lidice.

Frank Knox - USA Navy Secretary

( 1940- 1944)

The priest was here today.

For some honey.

-What did he say? Did he damn you?

-No...

He said that war is coming.

We'll all be damned, hey?

Use the garden as an exit.

Enjoy the cake which,

in the name of the entire village

and the Lidice football club,

I am pleased to hand over.

But I would rather pass on this

honorary duty to our Deputy Mayor.

Frantisek...

Go on.

Who d'you think you are, you tramp?

Shut up, you squirt.

How dare you?

-You calling me a squirt, you wanker?

-Don't even talk to me!

You don't care they all know,

you enjoy it all.

Why be silent? Talk to me.

Get lost! Just go home!

Go home!

You bastard! I'll kill you!

Call the doctor!

-Dear Lord, let him rest in peace.

-And everlasting light be with him.

-Let him rest in holy peace.

-Amen.

Anezka, think of the Lord.

Heck, I imagined our lastjoint bit

of business slightly differently.

Lads, you are really off

to England?

What about you?

Won't change your mind?

Jarus would murder me.

With a bit of luck,

others might do it quicker.

'least you'd fight for your country.

What about you, Karel?

Now when my brother is dead

and dad locked up

I can't leave mum on her own.

I passed him the knife.

Eda was drunk and up for a fight,

he was oblivious of everything.

And Frantisek swiped at him

with that knife.

Does the accused wish to say

anything in his defence?

The accused, Frantisek Sima,

is guilty

of stabbing his son, Eduard,

with death the consequence.

Thus, he is guilty of manslaughter

and is sentenced to hard labour

for the duration of four years.

-How is it going, gents?

-Finishing off, sir.

I pleaded for someone from

the trade, with a minor crime,

and you put in here a murderer!

A son-killer!

They brought in another one,

he killed two girls and

threw them into a pond.

Better than stabbing

your own son, isn't it?

-What's the other one like?

-Which other one?

Well, the one with the girls.

This one is really awful.

Stays mute, gapes... One doesn't know

what's running through his head.

You've failed to notice

you are in jail, haven't you?

-I've noticed.

-You think I'm giving you a choice?

You think you are

on a school outing?

You're banged up on a wing

with other hardened criminals,

so, behave accordingly.

It seems that there are

still worse crimes.

Petiska, Sima, out!

Take your belongings.

This wing has to be cleared

for the Germans.

Run-of-the-mill, clearly

less dangerous offenders

such as murderers and the like,

are off to the B wing.

Here, they say, it will be

reserved for 'real rogues'.

Politicals.

Off we go. Come on.

-May I take the picture?

-No!

Prisoners, stop, stand still!

Rise!

Quickly! Quickly!

Prisoner 2037.

Your new colleague, Kowalski.

Petiska, you over there.

I hope you'll have no complaints

here about bad company.

I imagined it slightly differently.

Most things will be done

differently to what we imagined.

A local legend. Top-class forger.

Ripped off touts by the million.

But the jury

just couldn't work him out,

as he gave all the winnings

away to orphanages and poorhouses.

A right crackpot.

Not all of it.

I kept my working expenses.

How did they catch you?

One orphanage director was petrified

by the cash and she reported it.

-And whatever happened to you gents?

-Nothing much of interest.

I have a few safes to my name

and Sima here is a murderer.

Hmm, that is a somewhat alternative

method of applying God's teachings.

Sit down, Sima. Sit!

No-one knows I am here.

Shouldn't have come.

Frantisek...

No hanky-panky, Sima!

One more minute.

No newsprint.

So, I don't have to lug it back.

Please, read it.

A little bit late for that,

don't you think?

What about Karel?

Have you seen him?

I tend to stay out

of the way these days.

Zvolsky said your old lady

is a right goer.

Crikey, you kill her kid

and she brings you eggs.

And a Bible.

You're a right weird family.

May I?

Here. Gospel according to St. John.

Chapter three, verse sixteen.

For God so loved the world,

that He gave His only begotten Son,

that whoever believes in Him should

not perish, but have eternal life.

You bastard!

I'll kill you!

What is it?

Can't expect a pure breed here.

Your mother's maiden name

was Konig, correct?

Your superiors weren't

as fortunate in their predecessors.

Supposedly you speak good German.

I'm offering you the job

in charge of the local gendarmes

with your pay being tripled.

May I think it over?

No. You are a strange nation.

You've no wish to help yourselves.

But I can have my own lads?

In fact, you must. We won't carry

out your police duties for you.

So, my congratulations.

Your first task will be to

gather all the church bells.

Your dad worked over there

tapping the hot metal.

I visited him a few times here.

As a small kid.

How is he doing in there?

Writes?

It's forbidden now.

Really? Strange. Jara,

who strangled his mother-in-law

keeps writing all the time,

mainly asking for grub and cigs.

Attention! Special announcement.

Today, in the early hours,

units of the German armed forces

have crossed the borders

of Bolshevik Russia.

Panzer divisions are easily cutting

through chaotic Russian defences...

That's for your mum.

What is it?

Doesn't have to know it's from me.

If you took care of the bees

you and your mum would have honey.

You enjoyed it as a small kid.

Karel!

You should pop by to see your dad.

The priest asked whether

you'd help him again at Mass.

You used to enjoy playing the organ.

Seidl family

have different chickens.

No idea, they must have these too.

Shouldn't you be studying?

And shouldn't we go and visit dad?

I think we have enough

of other worries for now.

Who knows if they allow visits.

It's wartime. Other rules apply.

As a rule,

he still remains our dad.

Yippee!

Come closer, so we have

a memento of your three goals!

Come and stand down here.

Fine, a little further...

Nobody understands that,

in fact, I'm helping them.

If one of us didn't do it

we could be a lot worse off.

Thank you. Finished.

You think I get

a kick out of being here?

A public gathering demands

some official supervision.

I'm here because of them.

For them to have a good time.

You get it, don't you?

You're in the picture,

when they all gape at you like this.

Those two could make a couple.

With such shame I wouldn't

even stick my head out.

Marie! The chickens are laying well.

Horak and Stribrny have legged it,

now you have a bigger range to fill.

-Will you dance with me?

-Now that you've finished playing?

The girls are waiting for me.

Go on then, don't linger.

I have to get a little more drunk.

Then I will ask you again.

No more for you.

When I get sozzled

I don't feel so shy.

But, there again I just

jabber nonsense then.

Be glad. You'd be married

with a kid like me.

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