Oldies but Goldies (Vrásky z lásky)

Czech Television

Ministry of Culture Film Industry Support Program

The Czech State Fund for Czech Cinematography

“To Ota With Respect, Jeanne”

-Hello. -Hi. One sec.

We’re here, Dad.

I’m winding the tape. Machine ate it.

-You have the CD. -The sound isn’t so good...

You wanted to do this yourself. C’mon. They’re waiting.

Let’s go.

Wait.

Wait.

Cane.

-That your car? -No, Dad’s.

Sign here.

-We can drive it in the woods. -You promised not to make trouble.

I’m glad I’m almost blind.

Here’s a towel. Soap. Marta will make room in the bathroom for you.

It’s too soft. I’m used to my couch.

These two shelves are yours.

I won’t be able to sleep.

Whose idea was this? Hers?

Who cares?

-Are you that afraid of her? -Come eat. It’s ready!

Please, Dad. It’s just a few months.

-Here’s your cane. -A few months?

Hang on, Jenda. You said two weeks.

The operation takes 52 minutes.

Want a spoon?

-I’ve got cataracts. Not dementia! -Don’t yell at me.

The doctor said it was a serious operation.

I know exactly what he said.

Mr Karhanek expected help. He went blind instead.

His retina was damaged. That’s different. It’s necessary.

And risky. You want me crippled.

-Come on. -My sight’s fine!

Take me home.

Please sit down. It’s suppertime.

I’m not hungry. I want to go home.

Kaja’s at your place now.

-What? He’s at sports camp. -Don’t be childish.

Jenda and I can’t drive across town every day.

-You can’t even see your pills. -I never asked you to!

You can’t cook with bandaged eyes. Who cares where you stay?

You’ll be here. Kaja will be there. He’ll study.

-He’ll house sit. -Right.

Oh.

Calm down! You’ve slept here a lot.

This is exactly what I didn’t want.

We knew he’d move in someday. You have to get used to it.

He’s unbearable. We’ll go crazy!

I’d so love to do this for my parents.

May I?

You shouldn’t read.

When should I look at it? When they blind me?

-What are you missing? -Privacy.

Shut the door.

I can’t play the radio or have guests.

No one visits you.

What if I meet someone?

Do I seat them under this poster?

You’ve lived alone fifteen years. Now you plan to meet someone?

Precisely.

Goodnight.

If I’m going to burden anyone it certainly won’t be her.

Find a loving nurse. Or two. Then I’ll take you home.

“Nursing Home”

Mrs Furtakova?

Mrs Furtakova, open up!

Unlock the door or I’ll call maintenance.

-Who’s there? -You know full well!

It’s past lights out.

Where’d you get the keys?

We have to lock up. Lots of thefts here.

Tell me if you lose anything. OK?

The water’s off upstairs. Mrs Jizna’s moving in.

-No way! -It’s the only bed left.

My grandson pays for a private room.

We haven’t been paid since your husband died.

That can’t be!

We’ll resolve this in the morning. Mrs Jizna needs a bed.

No smoking in the room.

Cross this line and I’ll have to fight.

Mrs Bezouskova’s been robbed three times in her sleep.

Mrs Mazdrova was raped.

-First I hear of this. -This isn’t the first floor, dear.

It’s the basement. You’d be amazed what goes on here.

Here?

Someone roams the halls checking we’re asleep.

Mrs Kadlecova saw that guy with the axe.

Axe?

People go missing here.

-Who does that? -Who do you think? Guess!

Who’d benefit if beds were available here?

That’s awful.

Go to sleep. I’ll be up anyway.

Do you take medicine?

-Yes. -Your mistake.

They add in drugs. Morphine mostly.

Morphine?

When they stop you’ll gladly give them your pension.

Good night.

Warm that up!

You should still be asleep.

-The bed’s too soft. -Please come here.

Come inside or you’ll catch cold.

-Yes? -Does Dad have hygiene issues?

That’s horrible!

He’s doing it on purpose. He knows you hate it.

If he wants me to throw him out, he’s wrong.

He followed school rules for his whole life. He can follow our rules, too.

Once you hire a nurse you can even shave in bed.

Until then do as we do. OK?

I know a crystal well

Deep in the woods

C’mon, Blaha! Again.

I know a crystal well

Deep in the woods

Dark ferns grow there

Red briars all around

Birds and deer go to drink

Beneath the maple tree

The birds...

For God’s...

Can’t you play three bars in a row?

Krpalkova, is your hearing aid on?

Guess not. You’re missing every other beat.

Ba ba ba boom! Ba ba ba boom!

Not boom, boom, boom, boom. That’s vesper bells.

I’m reciting a poem if you didn’t notice. Blaha!

Why can’t you keep time? You were a postal worker.

Ba ba ba and stamp! Stamp! Stamp!

It’s easy!

You can do music and theater well into your hundreds.

Try harder.

Our concert’s a month away and you could care less!

-I’m tone deaf, Janicka. -Nonsense.

Know how many professional musicians are tone-deaf?

-No. -Nearly all of them.

Music is here inside. It’s harmony.

Who but us should have harmony inside?

-Mrs Furtakova... -Later. We’re rehearsing.

The head nurse wants you.

Can’t it wait? We finish at half past.

Sit down, Mrs Furtakova.

The doctor ordered you a cane.

I don’t need it.

We’ll be up all night with you if you bruise your ribs again.

Here’s a complaint about your courses.

Mr Pihrt again?

From Mr Vratek’s son and Mrs Simicova.

Their grandparents’ fingers were bruised.

They got that from the film “Witch Hammer.”

Mr Faltys made thumb screws out of a French crutch.

He’s an engineer.

You force Mr Zdrahal to drink raw eggs.

Ever hear him sing? He has five octaves.

He must care for his voice.

This is a nursing home. Not Art School.

You want us to lie in bed and pop pills?

No, my clients need rest.

We’ll rest soon enough.

You plan to shoot Mr Pihrt out of a cannon.

He wants to play Baron Munchhausen.

He insists.

Are the beds made?

I want to finish up.

Your courses end today.

I can’t wait until someone has a stroke.

I won’t let you!

I’m in charge here. Our clients need rest.

Then I’m leaving.

Mrs Furtakova!

Your husband died. Your son lives abroad.

It’s been three years since your grandson visited.

Where will you go?

No more rumors about the guy with the axe!

-Long live Magic School! -Hip hip! Hooray...

Hi, everyone! Hi, Frantisek...

The number you dialed has been disconnected.

“To Ota with Respect, Jeanne”

Hi!

-Here, lady. -Good.

Thanks.

Here.

Where’s the 100?

“Minister of Culture, Prague Castle”

I’m here, Dad.

I hope you’re ready.

The eye clinic closes at 12.

Hear me?

Dad?

Mrs Furtakova!

Mrs Furtakova!

Have you seen her?

I’ll head to the gate. You check the park.

Thanks.

Mrs Furtakova!

Mrs Furtakova!

Janicka!