The Unbearable Lightness of Being Page #2

-Maybe only one-millionth part.

Maybe there is no difference.

These men don't even know

if they're scoundrels or not.

Are you serious?

More than 100,000 people...

were imprisoned, tortured

and executed in their regime.

And now these men cry out...

that they didn't know anything.

That they were misled or manipulated.

That they were innocent.

Not innocent, but...

unaware, perhaps.

Oh, please, they had to know

what they were doing.

Otherwise, it's unthinkable.

It doesn't matter

whether they knew or not.

-I've been thinking about Oedipus.

-Good King Oedipus.

Is sleeping with your mother

the same sort of crime?

When Oedipus realized

that he had killed his father...

unknowingly killed his father...

and was sleeping with his mother...

and that because of his crimes,

plagues were ravaging his city...

he couldn't bear the sight

of what he'd done.

He plucked out his own eyes and left.

He did not feel innocent.

He felt he had to punish himself.

But our leaders, unlike Oedipus...

they felt they were innocent.

And when the atrocities...

of the Stalinist period became known...

they cried, "We didn't know!

We weren't aware of what was going on.

"Our conscience is clear."

But the difference is....

The important difference is...

they stayed in power.

And they should have

plucked their eyes out.

All I'm saying is that morality has changed

since Oedipus.

Come on!

-Why don't you write it down?

-I'm not a writer.

It will be published, I'm sure.

All of our political situations are in it.

I don't really care about politics.

What do you care about?

-Is something bothering you?

-No, why?

-What's wrong?

-Nothing. No....

When I watched you

dancing with another man...

I thought to myself,

"He could be her lover."

You are jealous.

-No, I'm not jealous.

-You are.

-You're jealous.

-I'm not jealous, Tereza.

-He's jealous.

-No, he isn't. Who's he?

-He's jealous.

-I'm not jealous.

-He's jealous.

-Whatever you say, Tereza.

-You're jealous.

-I'm not.

-You are!

-I'm not.

-You are!

-Let go!

I won't let go! You're jealous! You are!

-I'm not!

-You are!

No!

-Will you marry me?

-What? No!

-No!

-Yes!

-No.

-Yes.

-No.

-Yes.

Yes?

-Would you be my witness?

-Of course!

I'll have to buy Mephisto a black tie.

Did you hear, Mephisto? A black tie.

My dear fiancs, I am welcoming you...

from the deep bottom of my heart...

on this very special day...

when you freely decided to be legally...

man and wife.

I suppose that both of you know

your duties...

in supporting each other...

and I am sure both of you know

your own medical records.

I have to tell you this:

Don't think life is a walk

on a sunny meadow.

Life isn't a walk on a sunny meadow...

and life isn't a walk on a rose garden.

Our socialist country...

has done much for you.

Now it's up to you.

-I make you laugh?

-No.

You are laughing at me?

I'm sorry.

I refuse to go on.

In this country is nothing sacred anymore?

If you can't be serious,

you don't deserve to be married!

Let's take one, Tomas.

It will make us happy.

Choose one.

This one.

My nephew from the country is here!

Let's call him Tolstoy.

When I met you for the first time,

you were reading Tolstoy.

It can't be Tolstoy. It's a girl.

It's a girl! How about Anna Karenina?

It doesn't look at all like Anna Karenina.

Look, it's a man's face.

It looks more like Anna's husband.

Let's call her Karenin.

-Karenin.

-Come on, Karenin. Let's go home.

I like it very much.

King Oedipus.

It's a very good idea.

And with those changes,

we can publish it next week.

Eva, will you type this please?

Now we can publish a piece like this.

It's fantastic.

Think about it.

Complete rehabilitation

of the people who were prosecuted.

Complete freedom of speech, of the press.

Emancipation from the Russians.

That's all we wanted.

And you think

the Russians will let us emancipate?

What can they do?

Nothing, Doctor. Nothing!

-Keep on writing.

-Thanks, but surgery's easier.

Take me to them.

You're awake.

-Take me to them.

-To whom?

To the other women.

Take me to them

when you make love to them.

I'll undress them for you.

I'd like to.

Really.

I'll give them a bath,

and I'll bring them to you.

I'll do anything you like.

Other women's bodies

will be our playthings.

Tereza, what are you talking about?

I know you see other women. I know it.

You can't hide it from me.

Every day I try to tell myself:

"Well, it's nothing.

"It's not important.

"He's just playing around.

He can't resist it.

"But he loves me. I know he loves me.

I'm sure about that. He loves me.

"He loves me! "

But I can't stand it.

I tried hard. I just can't.

Take me to them. Don't leave me alone!

Tereza, calm down.

Stop talking. Try to sleep.

You need some sleep now.

I don't want to sleep.

I know you're tired of me.

I know that.

I can see it in your eyes.

Hello. Yes.

What?

Here they come!

Tereza, stay there. Karenin!

Tomas!

-I'm going to Switzerland.

-Where?

To Geneva.

Good luck.

-Good luck!

-Be careful!

-What country are you from?

-The Netherlands.

Good. Take these.

Have them published, please.

Tereza!

Tereza!

Tereza!

Have you gone mad?

Don't you realize that we love you?

That we always loved you?

That we came to protect you?

To protect?

To protect us from what?

Did you give your pictures to foreigners?

Yes, I did.

Do you realize

that you could be shot for that?

They are identifying people

from our photographs.

-Is it your camera?

-No.

I'm sure it's yours. Who is this man?

Who is this man?

Never seen him before.

-It's you!

-No.

-I'm sure it's you!

-Definitely not.

It's you.

No.

No.

No!

-Good luck.

-You, too.

The invasion of our country...

constitutes a clear act of aggression...

against an independent country.

Our Czech people

had the right and the duty...

to fight against the aggressor.

People who don't have the courage...

to fight with arms in their hands

do not deserve freedom.

So why did you emigrate?

Go back and fight.

It's very easy for you here

to tell other people to fight.

One day, everybody will be asked:

"What did you do

against the Communist regime?"

Excuse me.

Excuse me,

I wanted to ask you something.

-What do you want to ask?

-Why did you do that back there?

Why do you want to know?

-Who are you?

-My name is Franz.

I came to that meeting to listen.

No, I'm not from the police.

I'm a professor at the university.

I have nothing in common

with these people.

The only things that hold them together...

are the defeats and reproaches

they address to one another.

It's hard to be in exile.

People feel abandoned.

They feel a lack of understanding.

They feel at a loss and lonely.

Your country is occupied.

Are you indifferent to that?

I can't stand pointing fingers

and raised fists.

So what do you want to do?

I want to go to lunch. I'm hungry.

When I was a student in Paris...

I liked the demonstrations,

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