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- What's in here?

Are you seeing anyone?

How did it go today?

Good.

I captured their attention...

then they applauded...

It was good.

I'm not.

And you?

Neither am I.

But I don't mind.

Neither do I.

Have you been reading my emails?

I didn't ask you anything.

I took your head and

pulled it to my breasts.

I offered you my nipples

and placed your hand inside my panties

so you could feel

how much I wanted you.

- What is that?

- I don't know.

So you don't know who it's from?

I really don't.

Does it sound like she doesn't know you?

Or is she trying to get to know you?

Well, it must be some kind of joke.

Sheltered by leaves, in the scent

of darkness, two forces united.

A white stream entered the

quiet of my underbelly. Ariadne.

What nonsense. Who is that?

Ariadne, King Minos' daughter

who gave Theseus a ball of wool...

Stop it. I really don't

know who it's from.

My dear, little, unrepeatable,

from the start unbeatable,

undeceivable seller of rain.

My great and small

totally defeated victor,

break into me, fire the

charge and raid my insides.

Glue me down finally like a stamp.

Lick me like a postage stamp.

Stick me where I belong.

- Don't ask whether you may...

- Come here, Milada.

Don't do this.

It's nonsense.

Lift your leg.

Straighten your legs.

Olinka, I'm sorry to say this

but it looks like we have to part.

Your leg has healed beautifully.

It shouldn't feel any different now.

If we continue your

rehabilitation as we've been doing,

the pain will disappear as well.

- Any pain?

- No.

- I don't want to go home.

- You don't?

- This doesn't hurt?

- No.

You prefer to be in a

room with little kids

who watch the same

fairytale over and over?

- Any pain?

- No.

I want to stay here.

My leg is still sore.

You did have a compound

fracture, twice reset.

It will hurt from time to time.

I hate it at home.

What are you saying?

What would your mum think?

I don't want to go home.

I'm scared to go home.

But you weren't scared of the operation.

It's my mum.

You're afraid of your mum?

I didn't fall out of a tree.

- She made that up.

- Just a minute.

Why would she do that?

Because she threw me down the stairs.

I don't want to go home.

I'm scared she'll do it again.

Go to your room now and wait there.

The doctor and I need to talk.

But I want to stay.

We'll have a chat and

see what we can do, okay?

Off you go, Princess.

She's lying.

- You think she made that up?

- It's all lies.

- None of it is true.

- Really?

She's been telling me

some incredible stories.

She'll be a writer. She has talent.

She wrote something and

gave it to me to read.

- About some Ariadne.

- Who?

That's what she calls herself

in the stories she writes.

That's what she does.

- Doctor...

- Hello.

I know it's not much

but please accept this.

- You shouldn't have.

- You did a fantastic job.

She walks beautifully.

She's told me how kind you all were,

how much you've helped her.

- I don't know how to thank you.

- Thank you.

Betyna!

- You have golden hands.

- Mrs Pokorna...

Could I have a word with Olinka?

- Is anything wrong?

- It's just a formality.

Come with me.

Here's something for

you. Something little.

It smells lovely. Thank you.

Thank you.

Why are you doing this?

Would you like to explain?

- Why do you write to me?

- I don't.

Haven't you written to me?

- So it wasn't you.

- No.

I see. It wasn't you,

it was Ariadne, right?

Who's that?

You will stop writing to me.

No more letters from Ariadne.

Understood?

One more letter and there'll be trouble.

Now get going.

I don't want you here again. Get out.

Are you joking? I can't do that.

It's no joke.

You can do it.

We'll get something

to eat and we can talk.

But I know them. I'm not impartial.

It's not against the law.

You're a policeman, not a judge.

That doesn't make it right.

I've known you for eighteen years.

So what?

We're friends and I won't

force you into anything

but I can still call you an idiot.

Have you forgotten what

that guy did to you?

He cheated on you when you

were barely in the door.

He screwed your wife, got her pregnant

and moved into your place.

You were left with your handicapped son.

Am I wrong?

You were friends, childhood buddies,

and he does that to you?

It wasn't illegal but he

did rob and humiliate you.

Lada, he pissed and

spat on your entire life.

That was fifteen years ago

and you're still not over it.

Do I need to tell you whose

photo is in your wallet?

It's our chance to get him.

He can't lie his way

out of the facts we have.

It's fate.

You know what?

Make it my birthday present.

Take this case on as a gift to me.

Is it your birthday?

Today?

Yes.

- Why aren't you with your family?

- Neither of us could be stuffed.

What will it be?

Will you take it?

Come on.

Another half hour or so.

- The open diary was on her bed?

- Yes.

- So you read it and rang us.

- Yes.

Did you notice any change in Olinka

during the time she was hospitalised?

Before she went in she

seemed more infantile.

Now she's more grown up.

In the past, has she ever

fallen in love with an older man

such as a teacher or even your partner?

Definitely not.

The two of us have always

been like best friends.

She used to tell me everything.

She would have said something

and in any case, I

never bring anyone home.

We live alone.

So you had no secrets.

- No.

- It's the first one.

- That's her computer?

- Yes.

Can I see?

- Sure.

- Make a recording.

Glue me down finally like a stamp.

Lick me like a postage stamp.

Stick me where I belong

and don't ask whether you may.

To embrace and not run away.

To kiss your eyes,

the palms of your hands,

your wings.

To have no fear of sailing

through your tropical zone.

To fit into you like a page in a book

and allow myself to

be printed on both sides.

To fall into you,

to flow through you,

to become one stream.

That's what I'm afraid

of. That's what I want.

Come and sit down.

- He'll be right here.

- Thank you.

This is Dr Blahova, a psychologist.

Take a seat.

Would you like a drink?

There we go.

You said that you and Dr Kotva

had been alone together at his home.

- Is that true?

- Yes.

So you'd be able to describe the house?

Yes.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Major Bares, criminal police. Mrs Kotva?

Yes.

Your husband has been accused

of the sexual abuse of a minor.

We need to search the scene of the crime.

Can we come in?

- Can I call him?

- Sure.

If he doesn't agree to

it we'll get a warrant.

The outcome will be the same.

Who hadn't switched off their phone?

It's me, actually. Please excuse me.

Come in.

- Hello.

- Hello.

What's meant to have taken place here?

Do you have a pool?

This way.

- Excuse me, Doctor.

- What is it?

The police are here.

They're in my office.

I see. Can you take over, please?

Doctor, could you please...

My attendance. Thanks.

I often used to say

look here, it can't be done.

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