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The other is also worth it.

See, she's on her own.

She is waiting for you.

-Maybe the other one is sick.

-I'm not going, I'd be out of place.

-Most kind of you to come, Anicka.

-Good afternoon.

Don't be angry at Helena,

she'd want to help too,

most of her family are incarcerated

in Terezin already. She's afraid.

Come with me.

It's peaceful here and I like it.

This is for you.

What is it?

How did you lug it here

by yourself? What's in it?

I though it might come in handy

for your friends.

Auntie had a piglet killed,

and I told her I'd send

it to my dad in a labour camp.

You're sweet but you've got

enough troubles of your own.

I'll just take it home for you

and you send it to your dad.

Father died six months ago.

But my aunt is in the dark.

Mum wrote to me not to tell

her as she has a weak heart.

Anicka...

I doubt her heart is likely

to get stronger to tell her later.

Sorry...

I don't want to weep.

I'm silly.

Damn, instead of being of some

use to you I'm whimpering here.

You don't know

how much you've helped.

I didn't know your family

was so troubled.

I wouldn't have got you involved.

I'm terribly glad I can do something.

You can't imagine how much.

For that very reason -

everybody has gone.

In this way I don't have

to be afraid for anybody else.

You have to be afraid.

For yourself.

The day before yesterday it seems

they landed near the deer enclosure.

Such news does

the rounds all the time.

If it was true the forest would be

full of parachutists.

Take that for your mum.

What is it?

-Are you kidding?

-It's from Anicka.

Why is she sending my mum meat?

Because we're arseholes.

-Should have told her the truth.

-Suddenly you're a brainbox.

Drink up, gents.

Closing time, it's late.

Go home!

How would I look? I'd rather be

a liar and she feels good about it.

-On whose behalf did I lie to her?

-Well...

Is it my fault that you're unable

to find yourself a woman?

It's so unfair.

What do you need another girl for?

You have everything.

The thing is, we really should

start doing something!

That girl is right! She has guts!

And she has such minute hands.

Where is that damned resistance?

I swear I want to help them.

I also want to be a parachutist.

You sit here and do bugger all!

And war's on!

Assassination of Heydrich!

Assassination of Heydrich!

Assassination of Heydrich!

Attention! Attention!

The public is requested to help

in clearing up the assassination

of the Acting Reich Protector,

SS-Obergruppenfuhrer Heydrich,

which was carried out on the

morning of 27. May 1942 in Prague.

Any circumstances, even if seemingly

unimportant to the individual,

could be of great value

to the police.

PUBLIC NOTICE:

I'll pay for the trip

but you must go there.

This isn't the right time. There'll

be other problems now to deal with.

Exactly.

And you promised.

We pray for our merciful God

to accept into his Kingdom

our recently executed

brothers and sisters.

Karel Benda,

Dr. Max Groch,

Manuel Groff,

Dr. Jan Hruska,

Jaroslav Rakos,

Ladislav Sulc,

Vaclav Tollinger,

Josef Vyskocil.

...sweeping roundups have been

extended to the countryside.

Thousands of people have been held,

hundreds of them executed.

Frenzied efforts by SS units...

Christ, turn it off!

Have you gone stark raving mad?!

Where do you think you are?

-This has to be destroyed.

-It's your radio.

You just don't get it, do you?

Everything will be different now.

Everywhere and everything.

A minor pretext will suffice, even

some idiocy, and we're all dead!

According to all these reports

local woods are full of parachutists.

Where are you keeping them then?

I rather think the region

is full of informers.

You don't want to catch anybody!

But we must get someone!

Get it! We must!

You can just pray that one of these

informers has something of value,

otherwise, Vlcek,

it will be you that will hang.

Get out.

Sima.

Lord be blessed.

We have written that during wartime

we need a blacksmith.

Old Strebl died last spring.

The whole committee signed it,

just your signature is missing.

Your wife sends you this.

If it weren't for Anezka

none would lift a finger for you.

Those signatures don't mean

they've forgiven you,

they just mean they feel sorry

for Anezka and Karel.

If it was up to me I'd...

Give Anezka this.

I know that it's farcical.

What do I need a wedding outfit for?

It will only lie waste in a wardrobe.

But I told my mum in Kladno that

it's been complete for a long while,

now, with the war on, she wants

to keep it safe in her home.

It will come in handy one day.

Karel?

-Good evening.

-Good evening.

I visited your husband.

And I've sent off the petition.

He sends you this.

And what are you doing here?

There is a curfew on!

Where is Karel?

Excuse me, could I leave

a letter here with you?

What is it about?

It's for Anicka Maruscakova.

It's important.

Thank you. Goodbye.

-You're a right swine.

-Do I write I'm married with a kid?

In order that I remain

heroically truthful

and she thinks she's been led up

a garden path by a married bloke?

You don't know her, so, keep your

trap shut. It's your fault anyway.

-Kowalski, take your shoes!

-What's happening?

You morons, the war's on,

that's what!

Get a move on!

Go.

Go.

-Is that all? Is it?

-Yeah.

You have no need to fear.

They'll only spoil you.

They asked for you.

If you survive, let us know.

Look, Kowalski,

I have no wish to give advice,

but if you're really such a wizard

you could forge those German

passports a bit fraudulently,

so the Germans don't find out but,

meantime, it would be discovered

on the border crossing

when they're trying to flee.

-Then you'll be innocent again.

-Which one?

Thank you.

I don't think, though,

I will be in need of it anymore.

I believe in God, I just

plainly don't understand Him.

We think we know what role

we are playing in it all.

Thank you...

Thanks.

In the end, he'll be

better off than the rest of us.

You know nought, so keep it shut.

Hey! Tell Maruscakova to pop in

afterwards, she has a letter here.

Anicka is ill,

she won't be in today.

Dear Anicka, forgive me for

writing to you so belatedly.

Perhaps you will understand as

you know I have work and worries.

What I needed to do I have done.

On that fateful day

I slept in a barn.

I am well. We'll see each other

this week and then no more.

What childish prattle, Vlcek?

It's absolutely clear.

We've waited for this for ages!

Very well...

Vlcek, this is crystal clear.

Get up! Outside!

Out!

I don't believe a word of it.

You trying to tell me

that you're seeing a bloke

and don't even know his name

and where he's from?

I don't know.

Why, Vlcek?

Why didn't you tell me

you saw them in the woods?

Why didn't you report it

there and then?

Because he didn't write it.

He is no resistance fighter,

more of a trumpet player and letch.

His name, Vlcek.

Where are you taking him?

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