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Two words I can't stand.

Whore, and f*ggot.

Have we met somewhere?

No.

You didn't need that.

Al right, didn't you recognise him?

- Whom? - The Fis.

The head teacher?

When we went up there, to Lucia's,

we drove in the elevator with a guy.

- Yes.

- Well, that's the guy.

- Who? -My diddle-doo.

The Fis! That's the same guy.

- So what? -It could be him.

- Who? -The guy with the mask.

I don't want to die like this,

sick.

What's so funny.

I asked what's so funny?!

Well, no one dies healthy.

Only sick people die.

You hang on for a day or two,

then we'll go to the new wing.

There is better food and medicine,

everything's better.

The Boss promised me.

It doesn't matter, Pavel.

You watch for yourself.

Don't end up like this...

Come on, put it here.

Come on, go over there.

All in line!

I said everyone!

- Why aren't you dressed?

- I have a period.

- You have a period three classes

in a row? -It's a long one.

- What about you?

- The same.

- What do you mean-the same?

- I have a period.

You think you can f*** with me?

Do you know who I am?

You f*** with me?

- I shall report you.

- What did you say?

May I go to the bathroom?

Get out! Out!

And don't you come to gym class

ever again. I'll see you

for the end of the year exam.

What are you looking at?

Come on, the girls to the beam,

and the boys to the vaulting horse.

Hey, bro...

A strange thing happened.

At the break, Lucia came

and sat next to me.

And, what?

She invited me to dinner.

- You're lying.

- I swear. For the day after tomorrow.

You see what women are like.

Yes.

You may come too.

But on the other side.

Behind the hole.

I WATCH!

And, now what? We are going

to be silent the whole night?

Why did you burn the poem?

I only burnt the paper on which

the poem was written.

'The First Night" by Arthur Rimbaud.

On \ly with another title- 'Lucia".

And with another signature-yours.

You should've found

a less known brand.

Are you hungry?

- What is this?

- Soup.

- Won't you have some?

- No, I'm on a diet.

You want us to write

poetry together?

Now you know what

whore means, Jan.

- You think I'm a fool, right?

- Good night, Jan Ludvik.

How is it possible

you didn't see them?

It was dark, totally.

And, after the first fist,

I don't remember anything.

I talked to Lucia.

You shouldn't have.

She doesn't have anything to do

with it. She had her revenge.

The beating was

from someone else.

Passports, please.

Joana?

Any problems?

- You travel together?

- Yes, we work together.

- At a circus?

- Yes, at a circus.

Your passport expires in two days,

you should extend it.

Do you have a cigarette?

Come over here, I don't want

anyone to see me.

We are preparing "The Decameron'.

By Boccaccio.

- So what?

- I want you to play in it.

- Which part?

- The husband.

Whenever you leave the house,

your Petrunella calls a lover in.

You return home.

You climb to the attic,

but you don't have the courage,

it is too high.

You start climbing, the ladder

sways, and you fall down.

- It should be funny.

- Funny?

Jan. You and I are even.

Right?

Bravo.

Bravo, bravo.

I see you've become a star.

She's the best one

in the school.

Are you f***ing her?

Give me a glass of water.

Sorry, have you seen Pavel?

- What's up?

- Sit down.

A suit, huh?

How does it fit me?

Disgusting.

My ambitions are higher than

washing glasses all my life, Jan.

Aren't you an artist?

I will a ways be an artist.

What about you?

What the f*** will you be?

- What would you like to drink?

- Nothing.

It's on me. What would you

like to drink?

Water.

She was here a while ago,

and left this for you.

What does it say?

No one predicted such a development

of the political climate.

The "Party of garages and attics',

the mocking name they gave it,

gathered the teenagers with

the right to vote.

The motto "I watch" euphorically

united the youth

keen to demolish anything

in its way.

You haven't given me back

an entry form.

So what?

You should give it back to me,

filled in and signed.

Well, I can't, I threw it away.

There's a new one for you.

And don't play smarts.

Bring it back to me tonight.

They are going to raise

to power.

- Has Pavel signed?

- I don't keep records.

And not everyone can get

an entry form.

Al right. Have you seen this?

A renewal? National salvation?

Justice? Come on.

- Even before you.

- And, you believe in this?

You think I'm a fool?

It is a political manifesto,

something has to be written

on it.

Then, why are you doing it?

For money?

What for money?

You push his wheelchair, you bring his

night-pot to him, you jerk it for him?

For money, right?

Jan, he's my father...

You make them real good.

But I tear their wings a little bit.

Then they fly slower,

but they are more stable.

Look.

Bring it to me.

Is Lucia home?

I don't know, I'm waiting

for her too.

Sit down.

- Want some whisky?

- No.

Melancholy.

Wine gives you headache.

Noble sorrow.

Sadness without reason,

loser with a reason,

a rebel without a cause.

You write poems too, right?

But it's best to stay a child

for the rest of your life.

- What's wrong with children?

- They don't have money.

If they had it, they would

become whores.

They would start a war,

in a second.

You want money?

I came to see Lucia. And I don't

understand what are you talking about.

I'm talking about her exactly.

You can't buy a donut without a hole.

The hole goes with the donut,

like it or not.

ENTRY FORM:

You're her father?

Depends on how you look at things.

Someone has dropped a little sperm,

and became a father.

A father is not the sperm.

I think it's best I left.

You tell her I waited for her.

You're afraid of talking?

Because it's your first time.

I was afraid too.

Until I took for the first time.

What do you need me for?

I'm no one.

No.

You're a total miss

in the centre. Lost time.

For Lucia and me. Come on,

sign it and get lost by yourself.

Least we lose time for you to get

lost to motherf***er's land.

Please, just...

If it's not too hard for you...

Wheel me down.

I want you to see something

on the VOR.

I want to f*** so hard,

I'm going to cry.

There is no coffee.

There is none.

Sit down.

I don't drink.

Son, life is constant intoxication.

It is better you drank a little glass

every day,

so they can't kill you when they

give you a glass full of poison.

That's what I think.

If you have something to say to me,

say it. If not, I'm busy.

This arrived today.

This is for you.

And, this is for me.

What is in yours?

A video tape, motherf***er.

You... Mister...

Do you know what you just said?

Yes.

They blackmail you?

Sign here.

- That's it? -That's it.

We'll take the necessary measures.

- What happened?

- A murder.

- Who's been murdered?

- The woman working at the kiosk.

SPECIAL EVENT; INA KOLENINA

CIRCUS ENTROPA:

Did you sign?

This is from three months ago.

And this is now. You see how

quickly black becomes white?

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