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Enough.

Enough? I'll take the bubbles away.

I'll catch every one of them. I'm sorry.

Every single one.

I, a coward by nature,

witnessed so much suffering.

In the alleviation of suffering

I can say the student

had outdone her teacher.

I thought that with every passing day

I was expiating a tiny bit of my sin.

Then Dad got sick

and I was almost glad

to have this new task.

To take out for walks and

clean the nose of a man

for whom I was the source

of disappointment and contempt.

That's what Dad always says.

That this is the only audience for me

because they can't get away.

But I knew he was right

to hold me in contempt.

I'm sorry. Do you hear me?

Then I realised something terrible.

That it was just a

pretence, just make believe.

That my reason for all the

torture was entirely different.

I was doing it only to be

with you, to be near you.

That's what nourished me, kept me alive.

Tomas, nobody knows you like I do.

I know your every gesture.

Your every expression.

The meaning of each intonation.

I know when you lie, when

you're hiding something,

when you pretend or when

you're being yourself.

For fifteen years I've done

nothing but look inside you.

Milada doesn't know who

she's living with. Luckily.

You can't hide from me.

You wouldn't betray me, would you?

I saw her.

Who?

The young girl.

I went to have a look at her.

Did you sleep with her?

You did?

Stop it, please.

I don't sleep with kids.

When we started sleeping

together I was younger than her.

I loved you.

You don't love me anymore?

Is she better? Is she good?

What's she like? Tell me.

Does she give you blow jobs?

Tell me.

Better than me?

I don't know any other

way. You taught me how.

If you don't stop I'll

go this very minute.

Why didn't the police

ask me any questions?

Why should they have?

Because I know a lot about you.

I could have told them

lots of things about us.

If you don't stop, I really will go.

- No, you won't.

- I will.

- No.

- I will.

Don't go home. I'll call Milada.

I'll call her.

I'll call her to say that we're here,

that we're going to bed

together and making love.

- Stop it, Lida.

- I'll tell her everything.

The abortions, everything.

- Stop it, Lida.

- F*** me.

Or do you only f***

fourteen-year-olds now?

Stop it!

Lida, stop it.

Stop! Stop!

Don't scratch!

Calm down.

Stop this, Lida. It's sick.

We'll have to give this up.

- Hear me?

- You don't love me.

I do, but we have to stop.

I'm sure you feel it too. Stop it, Lida.

You can feel it too.

See you tomorrow, at home. Okay?

Good.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Hello.

XY:

- drowned female

In a nutshell.

The cause of death is drowning

with signs of strangulation.

The traces of sperm

indicate sexual intercourse

before she went in the water.

We found some tissue under her nails

so if it matches the sperm

you have the culprit's DNA.

She wouldn't have done that herself.

She and her husband have

been coming for years.

- Her husband?

- Yes, Dr Kotva.

I haven't been there for fifteen years.

Are you saying you haven't

been at the lake recently?

I certainly haven't. Why?

Is that your final word?

It is.

That's enough for me.

What's up?

Lida is dead.

What?

Someone killed her.

Who?

Whoever had sex with her just beforehand.

Open your mouth.

My dear Tomas,

I'm waiting for you.

I don't even know why.

I don't know what we'll say.

What we can express.

How hard I should try.

Stop.

Turn to your right.

After many years I'm being paid back

for all the sleepless nights.

Go in your cell.

The furrows are levelled,

the harvest is in

but to watch you or

casually touch your hand

or make you laugh with my funny voice

is so dear to me,

so cosily familiar,

that I simply wait.

I wait with love

you don't reciprocate

and which I'm starting to hide.

Come and see how

clumsily I'm trying to hide

something so obvious

and which would make you laugh.

Darling, twelve years

isn't such a long time.

I'll wait for you.

Yesterday I found a

poem by Vladimir Holan.

Though you keep

getting away from me,

you are my constant presence.

Just as a waterfall,

constantly drained of its water,

firmly remains in the same spot.

I'm with you, look after yourself.

I'm with you, look after yourself.

Forever, yours.

Forever, yours.

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