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The Junk Shop Page #2
- Year:
- 1965
- 31 min
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Whenever they puke
the Dean says indulgently,
"As Christians,
we must be forgiving."
So, he forgives
and I clean up the mess.
Cutting this angel in half,
I expect to see blood at any moment.
You're new to this.
Hana, you've made me very happy.
Have you found the invoice?
Sod the invoice, I can't find Pepa!
What's on your programme now, girls?
The best film we've ever shown.
"The Hunchback".
Eight bags of ice cream paper daily!
Pepa, where are you?
Little Pepa!
They've cut it up!
How could you do that?!
The sacristan said
that's how you wanted it.
You vandals!
In halves...
And the halves in half again!
Next week will be even better.
We'll be showing "Hamlet".
The girls say
it's a touching love story.
Pepa!
It's no use, Ma'am. You can
never find anything round here.
People have mistakenly brought
all kinds of things.
An engine as good as new...
Shoes, radios, petrol vouchers,
and once even diamonds
worth one and half million.
Look! A goose!
Good Lord, Maenka!
Here...
Seven detectives spent a whole week
going through this heap,
page by page,
and they found nothing.
You'll sooner find
King Solomon's buried treasure.
Venou!
No, it's Pepa, Pepa!
They cut them into little pieces!
Do you know all the films by heart?
No, I'm more of a theatre girl.
Well, how can you tell
which film is good?
A good film yields
eight bags of waste paper,
a poor one only two.
It'll take hours to weigh all this.
- What do you estimate?
- Seventeen quintals.
- Sixteen.
- All right.
Good Lord...
Good afternoon, Madam.
Good afternoon, Frantiek.
- Your former husband?
- No, my former chauffeur.
Yes, we had twelve rooms,
two maids and a chauffeur.
Our gardener would
"What flowers would you like today?"
So, you've ended up like these books.
Formerly ten fifty each,
Well, I used to own swings
and a shooting gallery, too.
And I could work two swings
at the same time.
I thought I'd drop in for a minute.
My boss has been arrested.
He's gone mad.
He broke up antique angel statues
into pieces.
A vermouth.
What's up?
Now we have to be
nice to each other, Granddad.
We'll be closing down
our Collection Centre.
It'll be turned into a cabaret hall
or we'll be selling gold there.
All this is about as true
as when you said I was pregnant.
Oh, my darling, how could I!
I was misunderstood.
I'd never say a thing like that.
You said nasty things about me.
- That she was pregnant.
- It was a mistake.
I never said she was pregnant.
Pregnant with beautiful thoughts!
And that's why I've brought nourishment
for your refined thinking.
- What will it be, darling?
- I'll let you decide.
- A vermouth?
- Sure.
- Are these love stories?
- Passionate, too.
"Magda's Destiny"
and "The Broken Bonds".
But "The Baron's Desire",
that's a masterpiece.
I can hardly wait!
Tell it in a few words...
One quiet, beautiful night...
...Vilma opened the French window
leading on to the terrace
and cried, "Oh, Baron!"
Then she said,
"Baron, do not utter such words.
"You are a married man
and I am an honourable maiden."
You know what, dear?
Lunch is on me.
The Baron fell on his knees
and whimpered,
"Vilma, love always
overcomes prejudice."
Then the Baroness entered, crying,
"Vilma, how could you admit
a married man at night?
"And I trusted you so!"
And then, my dear?
A terrible disaster.
I'd rather not say.
Never mind me.
I've buried two husbands already.
You're a lady, that's evident.
And in the last chapter,
the Baroness says to Vilma
"Vilma, do you deny
having taken poison?"
And Vilma whispers,
"I swear I only have two cats here.
"The third one drowned yesterday."
Take it easy, mister.
We were informed that
twelve cats have run amok in here.
Having twelve cats is against the law.
Come on, sign this paper.
That's Hana's work!
Recently, he was telling people
that I took a plaster cast of a live cat,
then gave it a cold compress
into its ears
and the beast went wild
and bit thirty school children.
Is this where I sign?
Pussies!
You should have brought him to us.
Hana?
No, that cat.
A cold compress won't help.
We would put it down
without any suffering.
One cut and done.
Give the goose some water.
What have I done to deserve this?
God bless. How is little Oto?
It's Pepa, Pepa!
I can't find him!
I can start building a cottage.
And here's my oven door,
a good one, at least two kilos.
And I, being an idiot,
charged for it as if it were paper!
Stop the press!
What did you say?
You criminal!
Little Pepa nearly got pressed!
You could have been
turned into carpet.
Stop crying!
Here, take him.
Pepa. Pepa...
My darling baby!
See what you've done?
Why did you have to lose my invoice?!
Why? Miserable brat!
Answer me, will you?
Now you're going to sort out
all this paper.
And stop crying!
Such statues keep weariness
Creative work alone can withstand
the onslaught of the Infinite.
One has to be full of productive
silence and creative calm.
That's it.
It's the opposite of the roast pork,
dumplings and sauerkraut philosophy.
I pity those for whom the delight
of real creative work has been denied.
If such an individual
did a bit of thinking,
he'd shed tears.
Tears of dread.
In fact, Hana,
I feel sorry for you too
for being deprived of such delight,
such happiness.
Your joy consists
of fuss and provocation.
This isn't an adequate defence
against the violent onslaught
of the Infinite!
Here... come on, goose!
this is your last chance.
Three shots - one crown.
Everybody can take a shot.
That's it!
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