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Do you know what you said?

I didn't say anything.

I don't even speak German.

Liar!

We'll take this to the head teacher.

Come on, we're going!

Take your report book with you!

I'm not going anywhere.

It wasn't me.

Stand up when I'm talking to you!

I said that you said it,

which means you said it!

You think you can insult me?

You and your father?

The head teacher's office.

Now!

Go yourself.

I'm not going.

Stand up and give me the report book!

Right now!

-Go. You see how hysterical she is.

-Right now!

Get stuffed!

You bloody little

annoying bastard!

-Mum's asleep?

-Morning shift.

-Don't toy with me.

-I'm studying.

It's upside down.

I didn't say you could go.

Sit down.

-You don't like it anymore?

-This'?

Don't play dumb. Wrestling.

Don't you want to achieve something?

-I do.

-So why skip trainings?

Look in my eyes. What's going on?

Teacher is pissed off, keeps complaining.

-And now you skip trainings.

-This is pointless.

How do I explain that

my own son has no discipline?

School ends at one, training

starts at three. It's a 20 minute walk.

What do you do in those 2 hours?

Do you think I'm a fool?

Obviously.

That's the only thing you can do!

Do you think you're God?

Screw that. Screw wrestling.

Screw everything.

Don't touch me again!

You have no idea what's going on.

All who kiss Drazdechov's arse are fine

and those who don't are harassed.

-Like who?

-Danka, for one.

Why do you think

she misses her trainings? Why?

Why are you making so much noise?

You know I get up early.

Something at school again?

The teacher called

about that washing machine.

What a mess.

Can't you ever clean it up?

-Can't even eat here.

-What about a washing machine?

Do you ever listen? His teacher

needs her washing machine fixed.

-I don't work for free.

-This isn't for free, as you can see.

-What's with Danka'?

-She's not well. Ate something bad.

Danka, you and Filip visit the teacher

at home? What do you do there?

-We help.

-With what?

We clean, hang out the laundry,

beat the carpets.

-They all do it to improve grades.

-When?

-After school.

-Instead of training?

What is she thinking'?

That she's a feudal lord'?

-She asked us to smuggle cake to Russia.

-Short supply, eh?

Filip does it for me. He helps me

so I can improve my grades.

-What to do?

-I don't know.

Please, Mr Binder,

don't do anything.

2.50. Good.

Capsules, powder, okay.

You can go.

-Put it there.

-Finished.

What do you mean?

Who's doing the rest'? Okay, go.

Alenka, to the pantry.

You know where the pantry is. Yes!

Hello, Mr Binder.

You're here to fix the washing machine.

Your wife promised.

So glad you found the time.

Come on in.

I'm helpless without my husband.

All alone. Do come in,

but take your shoes off.

This is Mr Littmann.

Karol's father.

-Filip's new classmate.

-Pleased to meet you.

-Hello. I'll come some other time.

-No, I can...

No wait, you just arrived,

Mr Binder.

Mirko, not there, place it here

and then you can go.

I'm right back.

Mr Littmann, stay here.

Drink your coffee, try the cake,

I'll just show him the washing machine.

Are you still here?

There's the bathroom.

I don't know what's wrong. Turn it on,

it makes a noise, but doesn't wash.

-Could be dangerous.

-Im not here to fix the machine.

-No? -I want to talk.

-But I have... -About Filip.

-Why are you closing the door'?

-Nobody needs to hear this.

-Open it.

Just to be clear...

My son will not wash your dishes

or beat your carpets.

No one is forcing him to.

And I thought you knew about it.

-Maybe he was ashamed to tell me.

-Ashamed that he was helping me'?

-Yes, exactly.

-Come on, comrade Binder.

-"Mister" suits me fine.

-What do you think you're doing?

-I'm talking to my son's teacher.

-You entered my flat

pretending you would

fix my washing machine

and locked me in the bathroom

to threaten me'?

I'm saying my son is not improving

his grades in your flat.

Neither he, nor Danka Kucerov.

Are we clear about that?

But my children like it.

They love coming here!

They're not your children.

You don't have any.

You are not their parent

to keep them busy in your household.

Your job is to teach

them at school.

-Open the door and leave my flat.

-Yes, but first listen to me.

Do it right now

or I call the police.

You do that. They find

abuse of power interesting.

-Whom will they believe, I wonder?

-If Filip's grades get any worse...

Like Danka's did...

I'm not getting blackmailed by you.

-You judged me wrong.

-You're right about that.

Goodbye, Mr Drazdech.

I could expect that a man sentenced

for assault whose son is a simple brute...

One more teacher's note you've made up

about my son, and you have a problem.

-Are you threatening me'?

-Think about it.

-You'll be very sorry for this.

-We'll see.

Vclav, Vclav!

He attacked me.

I'm glad we finally

understand each other.

He was threatening me.

I'm so glad you're here.

Two outcasts,

helping each other...

-Did they connect your phone line'?

-Yes, it works. Thank you.

Good to hear. Good to hear.

-What do you think she'll do?

-Nothing.

-She'll be careful now.

-You're nothing against her.

She knows people.

She'll tell, and our boy will pay.

No education.

Life f***ed up like ours.

-Working shifts for a pittance.

-I will complain.

Will you? Who will take

a lawbreaker seriously?

You know I was defending you.

That drunk Bolshevik was rude.

-Don't act like I'm a thief.

-Of course you're not.

But they see it differently.

You're a troublemaker.

-And you're dragging the boy into it.

-Oh yes? What did I do?

Instead of fixing the machine,

you threatened her.

Do you want to teach our son

whose arses he needs to kiss?

Don't play the hero.

Tomorrow, you're buying flowers.

And you'll apologise,

or we're finished, darling.

We're finished,

what else is new?

I come home, make dinner,

wash and hang the vests,

because you have night shift.

I tiptoe around,

then have a wank and go to sleep

because you have a headache after work.

And who'll bring home the money?

With your record,

you could at best clean windows.

-I'm not apologising.

-Then I am. -Don't you dare!

Don't make me mad, Hana!

-It's for the boy!

-That's the point!

Let that b*tch try.

Let her try!

We will complain.

Transfer him to another school.

You don't have to sleep with me,

but we're doing this.

You are right.

It's disgusting.

We're not taking part in this.

Listen, you did the right thing,

and I admire you for it.

-How do you want to do it?

-Maybe I'll go to the head teacher...

I wasn't asking about that.

I would like to ask

who actually signed the complaint.

You, your wife,

Mr and Mrs Kucera...

Four people against all of us

who have a completely different opinion.

I wanted to allow everyone

to state their view

of comrade teacher's competence.

Very well.

Anyone else who wants to complain?

This is a bad dream.

Are you all afraid?

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