All My Tomorrows (Zejtra napořád)

Stop!

-Stop, you asshole! -Do you see that guy?

-That’s me. -Stop!

Everything got all messed up and it couldn’t have been prevented.

Or it could have, but it all started somewhere completely different.

“I WAS JUST AT...”

All the truly important things are in our dreams.

That’s why I’m here.

“WESTIN HOTEL ZHEJIANG PROVINCE, CHINA”

What am I doing here?

I’m the middleman.

Want something from China, India, Bangladesh?

I’ll find it. Clothes, toys, talking calculators,

plastic Jesus clocks. Whatever.

Nowadays, things need to be done cheap. Best is for free.

That’s why people travel around the world, like me. For the West to live on.

For us to have enough.

And wanting to do well, I take what I get. Right now, I’ve got this one guy.

He’s a bit crazy and it isn’t smart to mess with him. But hey, do or die.

No matter what you do, The balls always find the hole.

Adadas...

I’ve been waiting for this deal. To set me in the right direction.

To be able to fulfill my dreams.

I spend weeks, months, years here. I live on the go, in airports, hotels.

I don’t like sitting down, a mortgage to pay, trudging on to and from work.

I have no wife, still plenty of time for kids.

I spend my lonely nights talking to girls far away.

I’ve chosen three of them to meet when I get back.

I’ll deliver the stupid Adadas shirts, get my money

and maybe meet someone who’ll change my life.

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So what are you hauling in this time? China again, huh?

-Hey, I got you... -What the hell man, not here.

Come here...

Thanks.

But next time somewhere else. Everything’s changing here, man.

They’re cracking down on us.

Nice.

Fuck!

Shit.

And I can kiss my dreams goodbye.

-It can’t be. -So are you going to take this stuff?

They’re all fucked up.

Hey, when it’s got tits or from Asia, there are always problems, right?

I need you to hold it for a bit longer.

-Are you crazy? -Just for two... -Have you gone mad or what?

Come here, one week. Not a day longer.

-Are we clear? -I gotta go.

Awesome. I know just what he’ll say.

Where’s my money?

We sit down all nice, then his henchmen follow me and knock the life out of me.

They said not to take the job, but well, I’m smart and know what’s best for me.

What now?

Hello?

Did you forget about me or what? Could you please come already?

-Now? -No, in a week. I’ve been waiting for an hour already.

Shit.

Hi, sorry.

Could you please explain to me...

Why is it, that after a few weeks, you all treat us like total idiots.

Tereza. Someone I can tell almost everything to.

The therapist of my life, who can get practically anything out of me.

We sit together at cafes. She always has a latte.

She wants me to do yoga also because otherwise I’ll have a heart attack.

And men, she’s not afraid to let them have it.

From the start, I was his true love, he wouldn’t trade me for anything.

And then I see him in a bar with some skinny, flat-chested bitch.

I see.

Just tell me what’s new with you.

-When was the time it wasn’t so shitty. -What happened?

Oh nothing, I’ll manage it somehow.

But I’ve got to get away for a few days.

-Where to? -I arranged some blind dates for myself. -Blind dates?

So you’ve given up on love.

I’m stupid, telling you my problems.

Sorry. You’ll find someone better, you’ll see.

-I feel horrible. -What are we going to do about that?

You go and enjoy your dates.

I’ve got a better idea.

It’s so beautiful.

I always come here when I need to clear my head.

I don’t get why you need to go on blind dates when you’ve got this here.

-Meeting someone you don’t even know. -I don’t know.

I just thought about it. I told myself it was the best answer.

I enjoy it, clean my head and we’ll see.

Maybe you’re right.

Maybe even I could use a little of that.

-And what about your father? -My father?

He doesn’t have time for anything. He’s getting ready for my brother’s wedding.

-Oh. -But he asks about you. Like how work is and whatnot.

Yea, work.

-Everything ok? Petr! -Work’s going.

Petr, look at me.

Petr, I know you...

-You’re so weird! -It’s great, jump in. -No way. -Come on, Tereza!

-Fuck! -Jump.

Give me your hand. Here, here.

I’d like to live like you.

Traveling, no worries.

-I’ve always got something to worry about, really. -You? -Yea, me.

-Such as? -Look at how I live. No long-term relationship.

-That is true. No one could stand you. -Oh, come on. -You’re always gone.

But maybe there’s a surprise waiting for you.

-Yea? -Mm.

-How do you choose the girls? -From the photo. They send some photos.

You’re a pervert.

Hey, so are you feeling better?

-I’m alright. -You see.

So, my options, have them remade? Unrealistic.

File a complaint? In China. How?

I’ll think of something and then kill myself.

“ARE YOU BACK? LET’S GO FOR A DRINK!” FROM: PAVEL HORAK

You’re just like counterfeit money, always in circulation.

But before you fly off to somewhere,

-we’ve got to go out and get drunk again. -Definitely. -Is that clear?

Pavel, you can always rely on him.

If I’ve ever been unreliable, lax, or immoral, he’s the exact opposite.

You know the guy all women love because he does everything right. That’s him.

-Only it’s not fake. -You’ve gotta be kidding me.

Fellas, you dug the hole on the wrong side. Fuck. Fuck...

-I got this great idea. -You don’t say. Go on.

I arranged a few blind dates with girls I know from the Internet.

-Dude. -They could be quite good

and some are getting kinda serious.

You’re crazy man. Girls from the internet are monsters.

-Oh fuck that. -Oh, that wouldn’t interest me one bit.

-So, do you have any favorites? -I wrote them, saying I was home, and...

-By chance... -I’ll be in the area and we could meet up. I enjoy it. So we’ll see.

-When are you leaving? -Tomorrow.

So, to you. Cheers.

Here, here.

-Hey. -Hey there. Are you going with me? -Of course.

-I remember you talking about your dates. -Yea.

And I have a girlfriend, who is great

and if nothing works out, so I could set up a date for you two.

Of course. What’s she like?

She, she is really tolerant.

-A great girl. -Sounds good.

Wait! I’ve got a picture here.

Here she is...

Not bad, huh?

Kinda plump, isn’t she?

-You don’t like her? -No, it’ll be good...

-What? -It’ll be good.

So think about it and let me know so I can set it up. Ok?

-And water my flowers, please. -You mean the two you have?

I’ve got three.

Finish school, find a job, find a wife, buy a TV, get a mortgage,

have kids, sit on your ass, and don’t think for yourself.

I don’t want to live like that. It’s never interested me.

I like when I don’t know what to expect.

The uncertainty when I don’t know what the next day will bring.

For me, accountants are like wives. I’m often hiding from ours.

-No, you aren’t. -Yep, I swear.

Yea, ok. Hey, so what’s it like in Hong Kong?

Hong Kong is amazing,

something like an overcrowded London

covered in Chinatowns.

And every Sunday, the Filipinos go out and have a picnic.

You can’t even move there. Ridiculously crowded.

Sorry.

-Hello, this is Petr Kraus. -Hi. -Oh, hi Tereza.

-Since when do you call me Tereza? -Sorry, I didn’t know it was you.

Of course, you’re there with one of them, huh? That’s so sad.

Listen, don’t let people disturb you, you sex fiend.

Ok, thank you. That was just my secretary.

What? Secretary? Hello?

Are you going home tonight?

Two shots, thanks.

And when’s the next time you leave? And will you take me with you?

And are you vaccinated?

Against you?

There is no serum for me yet.

-It was hot in there. -I still wanted to dance.

You’re cute.

Good evening. Twenty, uh 304.

That’s my secretary.

-I don’t normally do this. -That’s what they all say.

-I’ve been with my boyfriend six years. -This one too.

You’re all the same, just wanna fuck. You make me sick.

Don’t touch it.

A thief too, huh?

Our entire world is based on lies. Business, relationships, sex.

We lie at work, at home, to ourselves. Over and over,

and we don’t even know why.

If we all just began telling the truth, the world would likely end that day.

They told us you shouldn’t lie, but they didn’t tell us how to survive.

Hey, so how was the date?

-You’re prying. -No, I’m just asking. How’d it turn out?

-Well, that depends. -God, depends on what?

Well, it just somehow went bad.