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Mr Rehk, well, pick up some pt for me,

maybe some cutlets...

Milk would be nice, too.

And marrow bones.

But don't oversleep!

Goodbye, good night.

Watch your toes.

-Hi, dad.

-Hi.

Come here.

-How was it at school?

-Nothing.

Did she pick you?

Did you raise your hand?

What did I tell you? One more fail

and you're done with gymnastics.

I don't care what mum says about it.

If you want, I can help you

with your homework.

The teacher wants something from you.

She needs something done.

She wants to smuggle cake

to her sister in Moscow.

What?

-Did you hear what the teacher wants?

-Yes.

What is this communist pig

even thinking'?

She wants to send some cake

by plane to Moscow.

I'm not getting fired

because of her.

Couldn't you try asking someone?

A pilot or a flight attendant?

No, I couldn't.

For one thing...

I'm an accountant. I don't work

with flight crews at all.

-And sending food to the USSR

is forbidden. -That was the start.

And the next to the blackboard...

Come, Danka.

Let's give you a chance

to improve those poor grades.

So...

What was the homework?

Read the text "Our Family",

learn vocabulary and prepare a speech

about your family. Go ahead.

My family is big. Mother, father,

brother, sister and I.

Wait a minute.

You don't have a brother.

Go on.

-My father drives a tractor.

-No, he doesn't, Danka.

He works at the airport.

-What does your mother do?

-My mother is a milkmaid.

What are you saying?

She works in a laboratory.

You didn't do your homework.

Very poor. Very poor indeed.

-But I learned it yesterday with dad.

-Poorly.

You told us to learn

what's in the book.

This is the third failed grade.

It isn't looking good for you.

I'd like to have a word

with your mother.

Maybe trainings are a distraction,

damaging your school performance. Sit down.

Are you suggesting it was revenge?

Our daughter's grades were poor only

because I refused to risk my job.

-Could we be the only ones?

-She got a bad grade. So what?

Our boy gets those, too.

We punish him...

And he studies harder to catch up.

-Big? -Bolshoj.

-To study? -Zanimatsja.

-To work? -Rabotat.

-Free time? -Svobodnoe... vermja.

Vremja.

There's a stain on this shirt.

I have nothing to wear.

-The water isn't running.

-What am I supposed to wear?

Ask the water company.

All I can do is brush it off.

Another failed grade?

But we did this yesterday and you knew it.

There you have it.

I will not be blackmailed.

And I'm not kissing anyone's arse!

Everyone who cares about

their kids' grades does it

or wants to get them

into a secondary school.

Okay, I'll establish communication

with comrade teacher.

You shouldn't communicate

with anyone.

-What's this?

-What do you think?

You never bake these,

they're not healthy.

-She brought them.

-I clearly said I was not doing this.

-Throw these away too?

-Yes, why are you even asking? Go.

Mr Kucera, are you here to see me?

Come in. Welcome.

-Good afternoon.

-What is it?

Can I go? Dad will kill me

if I'm late for training.

You should have thought of that earlier.

You'll stay until you're done.

-Would you like some coffee?

-No, thanks. If you're too busy...

Oh, never mind Filip.

That's no problem at all.

-You really don't want anything?

-I don't know if I can talk here...

Binder, you can go!

But you're finishing it tomorrow!

And no running in the corridors!

Boys. They always keep fighting.

Well, that's that. How about a glass

of something stronger?

-Homemade.

-No, really, thank you.

I'm sorry, comrade teacher,

but I have to disappoint you.

Well...

What happened?

It's about the cake

for your sister in Moscow.

Oh, that unfortunate thing.

It's a problem, isn't it?

It's a huge problem.

There's no way around it.

You see, I'm an accountant.

I count plane tickets.

I'm not in contact

with flight crews at all...

And it's strictly forbidden to give them

anything to send abroad.

L didn't know it was so difficult.

-I do apologise.

-No, there is no need to.

It's all right. Maybe if it was

something else, but this can't be done.

It's just that your wife told me...

She doesn't know how it works.

We're not the Pony Express.

She meant well.

I'm glad that you understand.

What a mess I've made.

I'm sorry.

Please forget about it.

Sure you wouldn't like a drink?

-Come, sit down.

-Maybe a drop.

Really just a little.

I'm driving after lunch.

L can't drive myself.

Since my husband died...

I have a cottage with a garden

and have to get there by train.

I'll probably have to sell it.

I don't know what else to do.

I could... sometime...

If you needed...

very urgently...

To go to your cottage...

l could drive you there.

Would you do that for me?

Well...

I'll take you up on that.

-And eat the cake.

-Well... -Cheers.

Jesus, so much sugar.

-How far along are you, Mr Ambroz?

-The lamp's fixed.

Don't leave before I check it!

It mustn't fall off again.

It won't, comrade teacher.

Be sure of that.

Very well. Thank you.

-No, I thank you. Bye!

-Bye!

Well... so...

-Goodbye.

-Goodbye. Thank you.

And Danka should work harder.

Yes.

Hello, Kucerov.

Mria Drazdechov, Danka's class teacher.

Good evening, Mrs Kucerov.

I just wanted to tell you

not to worry about the cake.

I asked comrade Fajtov,

the mother of Evicka from fifth grade.

She's a crew dispatcher. Can you imagine,

for her it was no trouble at all.

So I'm glad that it's all sorted out.

By the way, Mrs Kucerov,

Danka's performance has gotten much worse.

Maybe you should think about it.

Maybe sport is too exhausting for her

and she can't concentrate at school.

-Thank you. Goodbye.

-Not at all. Goodbye.

Mum, will you help me revise?

Are you suggesting

this is why it happened?

-Couldn't it be your situation at home?

-What do you mean by that?

The girl does top-level sports.

She's under pressure, neglects school.

Her sport is nobody's business.

She never neglected school.

I'm sorry, head teacher,

but I'm not listening to this.

Comrade teacher recently lost

her husband. It's difficult for her.

Of course. What's wrong with

helping each other?

-I'm not ashamed of assisting her.

-I'm glad to help.

Look, what happened to your child

is serious, I am not denying that.

But you can't blame the teacher

when a child breaks down from stress.

Exactly. I'm shocked, head teacher,

that you got involved in this.

You are publicly denouncing

a colleague who does her job well

and whose individual approach

to children is exemplary.

I think you are blaming her

for your own failure.

How would you feel if a teacher

said something like that to you?

She indeed should not have said that

to the girl. It's wrong and unethical.

Oh, please, I've been called

worse things so many times.

Excuse me, but that's different.

You're an adult, she is a child.

We're at school, and teachers

represent the highest authority.

The judge. They stand for justice.

This really should not have happened.

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