Little Kingdom

What flavour gelato?

I'm serious. Mine would be strawberry.

Imagine we were going to get some right now.

Shut up, Andrej. It's freezing.

Jack looks like a vanilla man.

Bishop would pretend he doesn't want any.

He's too much of a big man for that.

Shut up!

Relax, you can have some if you want.

You can have mine, too.

Andrej! No one wants a part of your nonsense.

We're going back to be redeployed.

I just like gelato. That's all.

I'll kill you!

- Hey! - Whoa! Andrej!

Maybe we'll get some gelato after all.

Happy birthday to you!

This is for Andrej!

Happy birthday, dear Andrej!

Happy birthday to you! Cheers!

Guys! It's not my birthday. It's not!

Tonight we don't march! Tonight we drink!

Give me... Yeah, that's it.

Your feet. You have to go play it by your feet.

It's not my birthday.

- Hey, cheers! - Cheers!

Gentlemen!

Please, show respect to our ladies!

- Yeah! - Oh, yes!

Here she comes!

Is that allowed?

If you can afford it.

This is what I'm talking about!

This is the life, huh?

Andrej! Andrej!

Enough of the art!

Do you still have that rash?

Beautiful, wasn't it?

You don't talk much, huh?

I'll be upstairs.

THIS IS WHERE I AM...

What is only black and white?

I don't know. What is it?

Newspaper.

Good night.

Jack.

I didn't know the war was over.

It isn't.

You didn't say where you were working in your letter.

I had to work, Jack.

Why else would I move here after you left?

Left?

You know what I mean.

Would you rather I suffered?

No. No.

Jack.

You're telling me that the war isn't over.

So how are you here?

After your letter, I just left.

No one has any reason to doubt you.

And Bar likes me.

Wait.

I know things weren't perfect last time.

But things will be better this time. I promise you.

No, Jack, stop it. You're doing it wrong.

Do you need any help?

No!

You never told me your husband was such a grumpy old sod!

Just go. Leave it.

You need to do it slower.

Yeah I know.

Okay, is that why you've only done 10 the whole morning?

You men aren't used to it but you need a lighter touch.

Slower.

There's less chance of it warping. And it's a little bit quieter.

Your turn, Mister "I know."

Hey. Much better.

Eva used to talk about you all the time, you know. I feel like I know you already.

I probably should've thanked you for your service instead of calling you a grumpy sod!

My husband's in the east, giving the Blood Bear hell.

Here.

Otakar.

He'll be back when it's time. He'll be home.

Please stand by for further announcement.

Shush!

I didn't say anything!

We received reports of progress in the North-East counties of Estonia.

Our soldiers launched a counter-attack and destroyed bridgeheads held by the Soviets.

This is thought to signal the end of the battle of Narva that has raged for months,...

...haulting Soviet attempts to cross the Baltic Sea...

...and finally seize control of Finland.

This is just the latest in a long line of military successes on the Eastern Front,...

...promising a swift conclusion to any attempted Soviet advance.

Isn't it good news?

It's excellent news, dear Alzbeta.

What do you think we make here, hm?

Mortar shells.

And based on our location, where do you think most of these go?

The East.

Even you might concur that should the war end, these orders might just dry up.

No war, no shiny new contracts.

No contracts, no factory.

No factory, no town. Have you caught up yet?

Honestly, if I have to look at you much longer...

Bar wants to see you. And Jack.

I feel a duty to this village.

A duty to keep this factory open and keep as many of you as possible in work.

Sometimes, however, the responsible thing to do is to

sacrifice the few for the good of the many.

I need to cut costs in the face of...

...how should I say it...

...contractual uncertainties.

Bar, I just started.

You know we're good workers.

The rest of them down there are aware of that, too.

Do you know what else they know?

What this whole village knows now?

That I'm a human.

You monopolised my good nature.

As nice as it is having a war hero in our midst,...

...it's nicer knowing I won't have to close.

Come on.

Hold on!

Sit.

I'm not getting rid of you both. I'm a fair man.

I'm going to let you decide which one stays.

Take some time.

I'm sure you have... strong opinions.

We should talk.

I want to look after you, especially after what happened.

Or, I need to work to take my mind off it.

Look, in the letter, you didn't say you were working in the factory.

I can't believe you're bringing this up.

- No, I'm just saying... - No, you're just saying it was my fault.

That working there made it happen.

Have you ever thought it was you?

I never even knew if the baby would have a father.

Let me be a father.

- Let me provide. - You don't mean father. How could you?!

You mean 'man'. I've worked there longer.

Because I was away. Look, it's my responsibility.

It helped me afterwards, Jack.

It made me feel like I was doing something worthwhile.

And you did an amazing job. With everything.

But I meant what I said. Let me be a father.

We can try again now.

You're saying that will be my new job?

Well then that would make you my new boss.

I don't like you using children to win this.

But?

But...

I could let you know when he gets here.

And have you be his first impression?

Mr. Hanacek, so good to see you again.

And you, Bar.

One forgets how bountiful the countryside still is.

Of course, most of the food goes where it should.

The mouths of men fighting.

But wars are not won on battlefields alone, Bar.

I'm sure Mr. President would endorse such a sentiment.

That's why I invited you here, sir.

What happens when the war is over?

I mean... I've been loyal and productive. I want assurances over contracts.

You 'want'?

It's okay. It's fine.

You just want to know what the future holds.

We know one thing for sure.

When the war's over, there will be most of Europe to rebuild.

- I think that was the one. - Yeah, you've said that before.

Sorry.

Sorry, it's work.

Julia keeps asking me about the army.

She wants to picture what Otarak's doing. She doesn't suspect you.

- I know, but she keeps reminding of what I've done. - What have you done?

- You won't tell me anything, Jack. You won't talk to me! - I ran away.

Can I tell you a story? It's about a pretty girl.

Oh. Well in that case...

Her name was Cat. Still is.

But before the war, her name was said in a whisper.

A beautiful woman is good for intelligence.

The only problem was, she started getting close to one of the rebels.

She fell for his anti-German rhetoric.

She was a naive little girl. Didn't know what to believe.

Now Cat needs a nice quiet place to lie low.

I'm asking for your hand in marriage, Bar!

Maybe then we can see about those contracts.

I don't understand.

If she was part of the resistance why don't you want to see her punished?

With all due respect.

Don't give me an answer now.

Think about it.

Just don't think yourself out of favour.

Marta! Do I need to come down?

Come on, ladies!

Comfort yourselves with this if you're so civic-minded...

Eva told me your good news. Isn't she pregnant?

We don't know for sure.

Well, a woman just knows these things.

There will soon be celebrations, the likes of which this place has never seen.

What are you looking at me for? Get to work!