The Unbearable Lightness of Being Page #5
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- 1988
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They have a lot of places they can use.
Pretty cheap place for an engineer.
You know what they do
with foreign diplomats?
A beautiful girl...
an apartment, a hidden camera....
Then they blackmail the poor man.
And he does what he is told to do.
That's Vienna in '61.
That's me there,
just behind Kennedy and Khrushchev.
I'm in the back. You can hardly see me.
Are you sure he was from the police?
I'm not sure of anything.
Anybody can be from the police.
Maybe your engineer is a real engineer.
Who knows?
They know.
And now they have what they wanted.
Now you are afraid.
Tomas.
I don't want to stay here.
I want to go away.
To leave.
To leave?
Again?
We left here once.
We were in Switzerland.
Then we left Switzerland.
Now you want to leave again. Why?
-I don't understand.
-Prague has grown so ugly.
No.
I know there's another reason.
Please tell me.
I want to leave.
They've taken our passports.
There's nowhere we can go.
We can't go anywhere.
Maybe we can.
Mephisto is big now. Look.
Look, Karenin. Mephisto's here.
Karenin prefers Mephisto to dogs.
She thinks other dogs are silly.
Do you know why I love Mephisto?
Because he's very bright,
but at the same time...
he doesn't know anything.
After all, he doesn't know
that life is impossible here now.
Nothing left here. The church is gone.
It's good.
If you two ever change your mind...
it won't be easy to leave.
We'll never leave.
Can I help you?
Look at Karenin.
I don't like the way she's running.
Yes, you're right.
Karenin, come on.
Let's have a look at her.
What is that?
It's from the vet.
It's the result of the tests.
What did they say?
Cancer.
Look at that.
It smells so good. Look.
-Come on, Karenin.
-Look, Tereza loves it, too.
Look at that.
She's smiling.
Karenin, it's so good to see you eat again.
I was forced to love my mother.
But not to love this dog.
You know, Tomas....
Maybe....
Maybe I love her more than I love you.
Not more.
I mean, in a better way.
I'm not jealous of her.
I don't want her to be different.
I don't ask her for anything back.
If we do,
she'll have to go through terrible pain.
You should do it yourself.
Look. She's smiling.
She's smiling.
Just hold her and talk to her.
Don't be scared.
Don't be scared, Karenin.
You won't feel any pain there.
It will be beautiful there.
You'll have cows to chase.
And Mephisto will be there.
Don't be scared.
Don't be scared.
Tomas!
-What happened?
-Shoulder.
Now, lie down. Lie down.
Not this way. Come on! Turn around.
All right, let go!
Hold that arm.
You've dislocated your shoulder,
and I'm going to put it back for you.
It's going to hurt.
You ready?
And again.
One more time. Come on.
Do you feel better?
Your wife is damn beautiful today.
You dumb idiot. Tereza is always pretty.
Yes, I know, but especially today.
Seeing you in this beautiful dress...
makes me want to dance with you.
Yes, let's all go and dance!
Sure, but where?
I know where.
We can go over to Milos' Tavern.
It's 40 kilometers away.
-I'll drive.
-I'll drink.
And we'll take you and Mephisto,
the dancing pig.
And all the women will faint...
when they get an eyeful
of those two pigs walking in together.
Let's go!
No pigs allowed here.
Come on!
He's wearing a tie!
No. Everyone who comes here
must order a drink.
Only one? Did you hear that, Mephisto?
Wine for everybody, and beer for him.
A large one. Make it a Pilsner.
When Mephisto drinks wine,
he goes crazy.
There's no girls for me.
Except you, Tereza.
Tomas.
No, I can't drink.
I must not. I'm driving.
Driving.
Listen.
you and Tereza?
You take the truck tomorrow.
Nice.
Excuse me.
Hey, Sam.
I got a special letter here for you
from Europe.
I'll see you, Sabina.
See you.
What is it?
Bad news?
Some friends died.
They were coming back
from spending the night in some...
small hotel. They had...
gone there to dance, and they....
It was raining, and...
the brakes on their truck didn't work.
They were killed instantly.
I was....
I was their closest friend.
Sorry. Damn shame.
Come to our place for dinner tonight,
if you feel up to it.
Tomas.
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking how happy I am.
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