The Firemen's Ball (Horí, má panenko)

ANNUAL FIREMEN'S BALL 8 February. Admission 8 crowns

Music - Dancing - Raffle Beauty Contest

Honouring a Deserving Colleague

Let's see!

Beautiful, isn't it?

It's very nice.

- It will make him happy. - Pass it around.

It's great!

Let's see! Let's see!

It will make him happy.

Very nice,

but we should have presented it last year,

on his 85th birthday

instead of now.

Maybe. That's true.

How could we know last year, that he would get cancer this year?

True, but it's as if we're rushing to give it before it's too late.

And you expect him to be happy?

But we're the only ones who know that he's got cancer.

He doesn't know!

So he can just be happy, can't he?

How do you know he doesn't know? Did you ask him?

How would you know?

Not us. And certainly not the doctors.

They have no right to say. That's the law.

You can have a huge cancer and the doctor won't tell you a thing.

You can't trust doctors!

What's the use of telling him?

You can be half dead. When it's the end, a man feels it.

- And they won't tell you. - You were never dying, so be quiet.

Look, let's be logical.

If he knows, he knows

and if he doesn't know we're not going to tell him.

Franta, you hypochondriac.

Don't you dare ask him where his cancer hurts, or anything like that.

Don't worry about me.

I won't ask him anything.

He's playing tricks again. Vaclav!

Stop playing games!

This is no time for games!

- There was a cake here. - What?

Put it back! It's not for me. It's for the guests!

So what?

Mr Balcar!

Mr Balcar!

Don't bother him now.

Mr Balcar!

What? Don't bother me now!

See, what did I tell you?

I stand here. I hold the ladder. I can't see what's behind my back.

How am I supposed to know

whether someone was there when you were gone?

See my point?

Well, what do we do?

- That's your problem. - Why my problem?

We're the only two here.

Just the two of us.

Well, it wasn't me!

Then who took it?

Please search me, gentlemen.

No! Sit down.

No one's blaming you.

There! Look at that!

- I saw you! - You saw nothing.

- Don't lie to me! - You see too much.

Don't lie to me! That leg wasn't there!

- Of course it was. - It stands up by itself!

- It'll fall down. - No, it won't. Look!

You're a liar! You could walk away!

It stands up without you.

- Yeah, yeah. - That's how you got it. I saw!

- I saw! - And what are you going to do...?

- Saw, saw...! Don't deny it! - The cake was your job, not mine!

- Who stole it? - It wasn't me!

- But you could have! - I didn't take it! You be careful...!

I can't work like this!

You could have left. Well, I'm not staying here with you.

- I'm going! - Josef! What are you doing?

Where are you going?

Help!

Get me down! Get me down!

Get me down!

Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!

I can't hang on!

I can't hang on! Do something!

Help!

Please get me down!

I'm falling!

May I, gentlemen?

Rm 90mg t0 let g0! I'm letting g0!

Barrandov Film Studios presents a Czechoslovak-Italian co-production

a film directed by Milos Forman

THE FIREMEN'S BALL

Story and Screenplay, Script Editor

Starring

Assistant Director, 2nd Cameraman, Deputy Head of Production

Make-Up, Costumes, Art Direction

Music by

The Film Symphony Orchestra conducted by Stepan Konicek

Production Designer, Editing, Sound

Head of Production

Director of Photography

Directed by Milos Forman Winner of the Klement Gottwald Prize

Made at Barrandov Film Studios

Creative Group Leaders Processed at Prague Film Laboratories

Come on, boys, let's get to work.

We've got a job to do.

Look at them! Have a good look and you'll see.

- This one's for me? - You've already got one!

That's enough! Calm down, everybody!

Wait while I count them.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

Remember our winner must be from round here.

The girls are from all over the world. You're getting ahead of yourself.

We won't have as many to choose from.

We'll take... Well, let's say... How many?

There was a brandy bottle here!

- Where? - Here!

- And it's gone, has it? - Can't you see? It's gone.

Are you sure?

- It was standing right there. Look! - Did you put it there in the first place?

Of course I did!

I've been watching all the time. It's not my fault.

There was nobody here.

- You didn't watch! - I did!

- No, you didn't! - Yes, I did!

Then what were you watching?

- Not here! - Don't yell.

Am I yelling?

Am I yelling?

I simply said.

You didn't watch. The bottle is gone.

First, let's decide.

Do we select two, ten, or forty?

Eight.

- Eight? - Eight.

But, remember! They've got to be the most beautiful!

I understand! I understand!

So get to it!

They'll be the most beautiful girls we've got here!

You can't see them from here!

From the balcony, we could see their breasts!

Look, Vaclav, I've only called you here

because I had a bottle of brandy here.

Mother and I have been keeping careful watch. And the bottle disappeared.

- I want you to see! - So, and where is it?

That's why I called you, to make sure nobody thinks

we're the ones who swiped it!

Listen, Josef!

Where's the headcheese?

What headcheese?

There was some headcheese here!

I remember, there was a chocolate cake.

That's right, there was.

But no headcheese. I'd swear to that.

You're imagining things!

Well then, where's the cake?

Wait!

The chocolate cake...

Chocolate... Mother, come here. There was a chocolate ball here.

- What sort of ball? - A chocolate one!

I never saw it.

You must have!

You're out of your mind!

Wait a minute!

Wasn't that a headcheese?

You're right, Vaclav!

It was a headcheese!

Well, that settles that!

Well then, where's the headcheese?

Look at that one!

That's a beauty queen!

I'd like to see their legs!

Boys, we're doing things upside down.

We're looking at legs instead of faces.

She should have a face like a virgin.

A face like a picture. They're the worst kind!

Come here. Look!

What about that one?

The one scratching her head.

What do you think?

No...

Ota!

- Write down Blanka! - Who!

Don't ask questions! Write it down!

What are you writing there?

Blanka!

She's ugly as sin!

Never mind. Write!

She's already written down.

- Shall I leave her down, then? - Yes, leave her there.

We've got one!

It's all set. Mother!

Don't do that to me, chaps!

Who ordered these?

Not me!

It wasn't me!

So, who was it?

It's me! Drink up! That's my daughter over there.

He wants his Ruzena in the list.