Rondo Page #4

had to be the way it had been.

I know... We accept everything

nowadays. Everything just goes on.

Tell me, why nobody

does tragedy in art any more?

Do you know why? -No.

Nobody feels

neither guilty nor innocent.

Nobody's blamed, nobody's credited.

What's this:
it was created a very

long time ago, its laws never change,

and we always know who takes

the blame, and who takes the credit.

Everybody's responsible

for their own destiny.

Yes, Fedja, it's chess.

Green! Blue! Yellow!

Green! Blue! Yellow!

Fedja, you can't. You need

a permit for those rockets.

That's the thing! Anybody

can do it on bank holidays.

But when you wake the whole

city up, and everybody wonders:

"Who's celebrating?"

and we know it's us.

Fedja, please, get serious for once.

Aren't we in a

festive mood or what!

It's my birthday

today, isn't it, folks?

Neda, commit one

little premeditated crime.

Play for me.

That's an idea! You're

going to play for us today.

You know I can't any more.

- Yes, you can. Just try.

But Fedja! -Just try.

- But I forgot it all!

Come on. You can

take every tone back.

Be a good little

girl with stage fright,

and I'll be the idiot

in charge of lighting.

I can't.

So, Mladen, do you

know now what a rondeau is?

It's a piece of music in which

the theme is constantly repeated,

and everything's always the same.

Wrong! Nothing is repeated.

DOORBELL BUZZING

One by one. -Quiet!

Come on!

Quiet!

Mladen...

You were right. Love

is like chess after all.

Every fool can make the first

move, the rest is not so easy.

It is easy for those who

have played more games.

All this time I hoped

you'd make a wrong move,

but you don't make wrong moves.

Tell me, is it a bad

thing that I love you?

I don't know.

What now?

Come on, let's go

somewhere, anywhere.

Let's go somewhere,

anywhere, come on.

Come on, let's go.

Fedja... Let's go back. Everything

is closed by now. -Tonight?

We can't get in uninvited.

- Yes we can! We'll invite ourselves!

Come back! -The whole city will know

we're celebrating! The whole city!

Mladen, tell him to

come back, he'll listen to you.

Why? We have to have him alive?

You're a swine, Mladen.

You don't do that to a friend.

You don't do it without love.

I believed I loved her.

I evaded love for years,

just as I evaded responsibility.

That's a bit odd for a judge, eh?

And then, it happened.

I really believed I loved her, Fedja,

when actually... I loved both of you.

I'm an old man, I don't have

a home, I don't like my job...

I needed you both.

Your life made me feel alive.

If you two are not together,

I don't know what I'm going to do.

You're a swine, Mladen.

A swine who plays chess.

Plays chess very well.

Come by on Sunday. My wife will

make us coffee, we'll grab a bite.

What's the point? -Don't be

afraid, nothing can happen now.

Life is good now.

It gets bad on Sundays.

Then, we remember.

The danger is in that, not in you.

Come, she'll hate you more than me.

Me, who forgave her everything.

Put it back. -No, it was here.

- No, here, I know it was here.

I'm telling you. That's where

you checked me. -Put it back.

Fine, if you please. It's all the

same, but I know it was here.

You're arguing again.

THE END:

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