Cosy Dens (Pelíšky)

Czech Television

Total HelpArt T.H.A. Film Company

present

WINTER 1967 in-between times

It was Christmas 1967. I was about to turn sixteen.

I was hopelessly in love and I wanted to die.

Come on Boris. The girls are cold.

- This way. This is great. - Open it.

- Tamara! - Wait a minute.

- Take care. - Thank you very much.

- All the best. - Thank you.

- This is for you. - Come on Boris, hurry up.

- Thank you Boris. - Come on, let's go...

I give the Bolsheviks one year. Two at the most.

Hello.

- What're you doing? - Merry Christmas.

Are you nuts?

How can you be so cruel?

How can you be so cold?

C O S Y D E N S

I bought here guitar because of you

And spent each cent of daddy's heard earned pay

And thought the work to make it wasn't through

I already knew the song I'd like to play

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Menu: Monday - breakfast: tea, bread and butter.

Bro...

Bro...

Mom, my brother's dead!

Mom, he's not moving. It's true, Dad. Mom, he's dead...

You idiot!

- You have nothing to do today? - I got you again.

You won't be pissing me off for long, you bastard.

Speaking. I read you.

Roger. Give me extension 205.

Put it on.

It's major Šebek speaking, get the menu ready!

What menu? I didn't say that.

- You said it. - You made a mistake.

Okay, I made a mistake. I'm preparing a menu for the kids...

Get the reports ready. Over and out.

- What's for lunch today? - Stop screaming and go read it.

Are we having tomato sauce again?

- What do you see? - Chicken.

So you see.

This is ridiculous.

His family destroys an architectural work

and replaces it with a tank!

Do five more for me.

One...two...three...

Five...

- Jindra! - Six...!

Seven... I said ten!

- You said five. - I said five but I meant ten.

Come on, slowly.

Do you know that one man had the hiccups for 13 straight years?

Come on, girls...

Hello!

- Hi, aunt. - At school call me teacher.

Comrade teacher.

Tell your parents we'll come visit the day after tomorrow.

- What time should I come? - Come at three.

Will you be alone for Christmas?

Not really. I have a projector and a piano.

- Otherwise it sucks here. - Thanks for the compliment.

You have a package from America.

- It's from your parents, huh? - Yeah.

They're awesome.

Nice boots. They'd look good on my mom.

You're full of shit. Look at your shoes.

Come on in!

Do you have a ticket?

- Elien looks like Jean Marais. - I hope this one'll be better.

It's so cool that they show this.

Did you know Jean Marais likes boys?

- Really? - He's kidding.

You mentioned the resemblance...

- You mean Elien is... - A fagot...gay...

Quiet!

- Hi. - Hi.

- So I look like Jean Marais? - Jiřina said that.

I told you not to bike on ice, but you didn't listen.

They were kissing, kissing for so damn long!

Why are you running in the house.

Didn't I tell you to get a haircut for Christmas?

- It's like Aesop's hair. - Esau's dad.

Him too.

Go and vacuum! Don't just hang around!

Let me help you.

- Why isn't aunt Eva coming? - She'll come on Christmas Day.

- She has a visitor today. - Comrade teacher?

Damn, I hope it fits now...

Yes, comrade teacher.

Love is fatal disease

Each has his own heart's ease

Listen to how I myself found release

Merry Christmas! One moment, please.

- Pét'a, hurry up. - It's occupied.

For how long?

A while.

It's free.

- What stinks in here? - The heather. Just my luck.

Jesus Christ was born, let us be merry

the bud bloomed into a rose, let us enjoy it.

Of pure life, of royal family

he was born for us...

He was born for us... She's smiling. See?

She's smiling!

And if they splashed boiling oil in my face she'd be what?

She'd be smiling!

And it's actually so simple.

It was supposed to be a C minor but what did we hear instead?

The butcher smiles in spite of her sub-normal intelligence

and hangs out with a local freak right under her father's eyes.

You could beat her to death, and still she'd play...

And it's actually so simple.

Jesus Christ was born...

He was born for us!

- I don't have an ear for music! - My own blood doesn't hear it?

Your mother and I have perfect pitch!

You do it on purpose! Play it again!

- Are you feeling better today? - Yes. Don't worry. It's okay.

- It's better today. - I think I said something!

Saboteurs.

- We bring you news... - Mom.

- Hi. - Welcome.

- Bóža. - Oh please, give it to me.

Come on, young man.

- Sing a carol for us. - Jesus Christ was born...

Shut up. Can't you at least stop

these political provocations at Christmas.

- No betting today, guys. - Václav! Grandma!

My beloved sister in law.

- Where's your sister? - She'll come tomorrow.

- She has a serious date tonight. - Thank God she has a man!

- A biology teacher! - A biology teacher!

- You are absolutely radiant. - Really? I feel completely...

Come have a look.

For God sake, take it out.

Wait, calm down! I'll take it out.

You always get me! What a Christmas...

Wait. Take your shoes off here! We have a new carpet.

- It's Christmas Eve. - Shut up. Take your shoes off.

- Did you get these at work? - No way. They're brand new.

You see brother. He's a biology teacher.

He will explain that four meter tall bear to you.

I'm just saying what the TV said. A kodiak bear is 3.7 meters tall.

- Will you have a shot? - Sure.

Three meters seventy...

Three meters seventy. That's like an African elephant!

- So what? - Boys, please...

You can't believe everything they say on TV.

I just said that they said it rises on its hind legs

and measures three meters seventy. Maybe more!

Don't believe the hype. I'm one meter eighty five.

- I'm one eighty three. So what? - Get on my back.

- Stop it. - Try to touch the ceiling.

Try it and when you touch it,

we will see how big your kodiak bear is.

Watch out. The kodiak is coming. I'll climb up. Hold on to this.

Okay. Be careful. Wait...

Now I have to get on you somehow.

You gotta get on your back legs...

You're the back legs, I'm raising my front paws.

Stand still. Be careful. I'm going up.

- Come on, idiot. - Jesus.

Make a mark there.

How am I supposed to make a mark?

- Use your claw. - He's nuts. Jesus...

Uzlinka, hand me a fork.

- Growl dad. - What did you say?

- Growl. - I'll show you once I get down.

Hand it to me carefully so you don't get hurt.

- I got it. I'll make a mark. - Didn't you already have enough?

- Quit staring and measure it. - And the magic word?

- Excuse me? - The magic word!

I'll kill you, you bastard.

Hold on.

- Hi. - Hi.

- What's up? - Elien is sorry.

Every year's the same.

- He admitted he went too far. - It's okay.

He's sending you this to make up for it.

Thanks.

Jindřiška! We haven't poured the lead yet!

- Lead's dead. - We're measuring a bear.

- See you. - Merry Christmas.

Damn women! Don't touch me!

Am I at the sink yet?

What can you see, Jindřich?

I give the Bolsheviks one year. Two at the most.

- Beautiful, isn't it? - Yeah.

- Don't you think it's magic? - I do.

Look.

I love glass.

I always wanted a paperweight.