The Ride Page #3

- Per room.|- I'm sleeping in the car.

That's five Jim Beam's.|Hope she's worth it.

At least|she didn't steal anything.

Where did she go?

No money; nothing; at night.

She won't get lost.

She's gone.|I think she's really gone.

I should have gone with her|to the shower.

It was an invitation.|I should've gone up with her.

If only I didn't have that drink,|it would've been okay.

- I think it's fate or something.|- What?

That this particular girl|was on the road...

Jesus, if she's your fate,|then God help you.

What do I know?

- You really didn't like her?|- No.

Pretty girl.

Just forget her.

Such a cute smile.

Nice red hair. She had that|cute peachfuzz all over her...

Get some sleep.

All because of one drink...

One drink less,

and she'd still be here.

No need to wash.

No.

Then night.

- I brought breakfast.|- Hey, hi.

- What's this cat doing here?|- Sleeping.

Look what I did. Here.

- God, what happened?|- A wire with little thorns...

- It's called barbed wire.|- Where were you?

- Somewhere.|- All night?

And the wire was rusty. So now|I've got blood poisoning, right?

No you haven't.|You've been vaccinated.

"We're " vaccinated

against tooth, mouth,|shedding and worms.

We've a dog. A German|Shepherd. He's really neurotic.

We always have to pay attention|to him, otherwise he bites.

Once I was playing with Johnny.

- The dog?|- No, the guy.

The one who's chasing us?

And I had him tied to the bed|by his hands and feet.

And we were playing around.

And when it grew hard,|I brought in the dog.

When the dog came up to him|he wanted to be petted.

He couldn't move or even shout|because that'd upset the dog.

He just lay there.|He couldn't do anything.

And I stood behind the door|and watched him sweat in fear.

"Throwing rocks into the river|and on the slopes is forbidden."

"Irresponsible behaviour can lead|to serious injury to persons..."

"... in the afore-mentioned areas."|The International City Council.

Why don't you have|the dog put down?

- But we love him. He's ours.|- So how did it turn out?

- Did he bite it off?|- No. He just sniffed it.

I sure wouldn't|let you tie me up.

But we haven't known each|other long enough.

Would they shoot at us|if he isn't armed?

It's true they only shoot|ones who're armed?

- How do you know he isn't?|- I didn't see a gun.

Smile. It's the cops.

They're coming back.

BANK:

- OK?|- Not bad.

When I do something I shouldn't,

I feel like everyone's|watching me.

That's because they are.|We should get out of here.

I need to pee.

- Are you scared?|- You don't want to?

Not at the moment.

What's taking him so long?

Where are you heading?

- Where do you want to go?|- To Hell.

Hell? Marie, some Hell...?

- Don't they mean Devil's Rocks?|- Oh yeah. Go down here...

No, go right here, right, left,|turn after half a mile...

Let's go!

- Got it?|- Got it. -How much?

- I took a thousand.|- Great.

Guys, I've got to pee.

- Shouldn't they be chasing us?|- We're safe now...

- Only a thousand crowns?|- It was only a village bank.

Can I drive now?

Do you know how?

I can't do the pedals. But|I can do the steering wheel.

Let's do it together.|I can only work the gears.

- So you don't need me anymore.|- You're going to do the pedals.

/A farmer in the field

/was looking for his cow...

/For him villages or towns,

/didn't matter now,

/nothing but that cow,|/hiding in the grass...

/as high as the ocean's deep.

/Black water, blind fish,|/poisonous sea beasts,

/in the farmer's head came|/the snap of the thread.

/His spool's not turning,

/and there's no conductor|/to say...

/... while stroking his hair:

/You're with me on my train|/in my care.

I am driving!

Don't go home,|the contest hasn't finished...

I'd like to thank|to the volunteer Fire Department.

Go away, kids! Get lost!

So what's the story? You left|him, or he threw you out?

No. We had a fight.

And how long|have you been together?

About four years.|But we've argued a lot,

so we haven't been together|the whole time.

It's really more like two years.

And why do you fight?

Don't know.|Spice up our lives I guess.

And what do you do|when you're not fighting?

We go away somewhere|and fight there too.

- Want a smoke?|- I can't. I'm working.

With the sun shining through|your ears, you look like an alien.

My little girlfriend...

For the monks who built this place|it was like taming the Wild West.

There was nothing here.|Only forests...

and more forests.

Bears.

Wolves.

- And huge ants.|- How huge?

Like this.

The monks came with their saws.

And chopped down the trees.

They pulled out the stumps|and started hauling boulders.

But first,|they killed the huge ants.

I always thought of monks|as impotent cripples.

They were regular guys.|Musclemen.

And they did this all|by themselves?

Yup. They built, painted,|wrote, and prayed to God.

And there weren't any women?

Women weren't allowed here.|For seven-hundred years.

Do you smell it?

It's in all monasteries.|It's the spirit of the place.

It smells like this|in the confessional booth.

I read somewhere that|when men live without women,

they begin to give off|a funny smell.

What d'you call it?

- What are you trying to say?|- Something like ingraining?

Absorbtion?

Yeah. Absorbtion.|Semen absorbtion.

For seven hundred years,|it's been evaporating here.

I want you to do it to me here.

Wimp.

/I'm dying,

/my strength's leaving me,

/I forgive what I should,

/and then I leave my body...

/... while I turn into dust.

/I'm dying and my only wish...

/... is that|/you will dream of me.

It musn't smell of cow sh*t.

And I need my own room.

And I need a stove.

That little cottage looks nice.

Or that tiny little one.

This is a nice little cottage.

I'm scared.

That's that guy...|The one they set fire to.

- That's Palach, right?|- That's Hus.

That's the Red Fox. Sigmund.

And he's saying, hey, buddy,|you there, Mister Jan Hus.

Hey, that's Dusek.|From my school.

A guitar.

It's for me.

Look at all the little records.

Matuska, Sodoma...

- Neckar... Korn!|- Kids, remember Korn?

- You know how to turn it on?|- It still works?

A record.

Look. His picture's on it.

Winnetou laughs|from the window...

...and Shatterhand|is kissing Rybana's breasts.

Inchuchuna in the yard|started up his motorcar.

Motorcar is bust.|Inchuchuna's dust.

Blow it out!

An old newspaper|from the communist times.

In Sri Lanka due to conflicts|between the majority Singhalese,

and the minority Tamils,|May Day has been outlawed.

Simple solution.

The National Congress|of Pathologists:

The official program has been|enlivened with a social event:

An evening organ pipe concert...

Hang glider pilots|participated in the parade.

Driver Hlasek delivered the cargo|straight to the Tymakov facility.

There the grain will remain|over the weekend.

Then it will be transported to|the Processing Centre in Prestice.

- I don't get it.|- What are you reading?

What is it?|It's a speech by Comrade Husak.

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