Daria

The Prokešs

I’m not sure if I made the right choice.

What?

Psychiatry.

What do you mean?

Don’t you ever feel we’re all crazy?

We try to cure any deviation from what the majority think is normal.

But how do we actually cure it?

By deadening someone’s feelings?

What an interesting definition of mental disorders, for a doctor.

- You can’t be serious! - I am, Mom!

You know... What if we’re wrong?

Who’s we?

The majority that agrees?

- You can’t handle arguments. - Of course I can.

You get so upset.

You’d better find a girlfriend and stop preoccupying yourself with this.

Sure.

And you’re preoccupied with yourself since Dad left.

All dressed up and made up all the time.

You think he’ll suddenly come back?

That was unnecessary.

Individuals often tend to self-medicate.

Depending on what helped them in the past, they abuse alcohol, THC...

Are you going for a drink tonight? We’ll do a “tour de pub”.

Oh no. That’s annoying.

I’ve got something planned with a lady tonight.

- A kind of job interview. - For real?

A new organa feminina on the horizon?

Well, we’ll see.

A bit decadent...

Is this your favourite “first date” place?

You don’t like it here?

I’ll give it a chance.

So it’s live at last. Are you nervous?

No.

Should I be?

I don’t know you.

If it doesn’t work out, it’s just one lost night.

And if it goes well...

it’ll be a pleasant surprise.

So, no pretence?

No need to show yourself in the best light and cover your flaws?

Why pretend anything?

To find a partner who wants an illusion

and won’t run away when he learns the truth?

An interesting attitude.

What if it’s not about creating an illusion for one’s partner,

but about being scared of looking boring in one’s own eyes?

Applied psychology in practice?

I studied psychiatry, not psychology.

I see.

But doesn’t a good psychiatrist need to be a good psychologist in the first place?

I guess that’s true.

But lately especially a good pharmacist.

Do you have manic-depressive disorder?

Here, have some lithium and come back in six months for a check-up.

Are you referring to my pharmaceutical past?

Past?

I didn’t know it was the past.

Oh yeah.

I got fired three months ago.

But you’re very attentive.

Shall we eat something then?

Hi.

I’m Tomáš. But my friends call me Taz.

Mára. What are you doing here?

I’m thinking of going out somewhere.

Shall we go for a beer?

I wouldn’t sit there if I were you.

- Okay. We will go elsewhere. - You sit!

- Sit. Is it reserved? - No, but...

We’ll sit here then.

So, where are you from?

Jižní Město.

Jižňák?

I’ve always wondered why would anyone move to our street.

But Jižňák is pretty bad too.

Hi.

It’s not that bad.

I moved there from South Bohemia.

I spent some time...

We don’t need anything.

I thought you were selling something. You look like billboards.

Or like heavily made-up chicks.

Or like faggots looking for friends.

What’s the asshole saying?

Son of a bitch!

I get it.

It’s a dilemma.

If you should leave...

and lick your wounded ego for three days...

Or try me again...

But in that case you’d lick your wounds for much longer.

It’s up to you.

Well...

I get your nickname now.

Tasmanian devil.

I’m a bit quick-tempered since...

- What’s your problem, baldie? - Don’t fuck with him.

You hear me?

Reason?

I don’t get it.

I didn’t get it either.

I didn’t know them.

I just remembered the club’s name.

Compton.

It’s in Vinohrady, but it closed down.

Yeah.

Because of me, I guess.

Holy shit.

Are you kidding?

Yeah. The doctors said an extra millimetre...

and the game would have been over.

Compton closed down a week later.

And I wanted to get out of Prague.

I went to an organic farm in the middle of nowhere.

I spent a year by myself thinking about the future.

And what about those bastards? Did the police find them?

No.

But I will.

“Are you fed up with me?

Are you alright? Haven’t heard from you.”

One lost night.

“Daria? Are you alive? Get in touch, I’m worried.”

Hey!

Holy shit!

Can’t you make some noise when you walk?

What’s up?

You look like someone’s stepped on your face.

No.

But a girl spit in my face.

Daria.

For the last five days...

It’s like she’s vanished.

She’s not answering her phone.

I don’t know what’s going on and it pisses me off.

Satan is watching you.

Long and miserable is the journey from hell.

But the journey there is quick.

Turn away from sin while there is time!

- Hi Mára! Visiting your mom? - Hello. Yeah.

Here you have the patients’ files.

Pick one and he or she’s all yours.

I’ll only discuss your findings.

The diagnosis and treatment is up to you.

I don’t know, I’ll just pick one without thinking...

Do you want some help?

- This one then. - Let me see.

I don’t know. It’s a complicated case.

How come?

She’s been here for five days and we can’t handle her.

Cool.

I like challenges.

Daria.

Daria.

How’s it going?

Quite good.

Okay.

What about that chick?

Daria.

Well, you won’t believe this.

I’m choosing a patient to work with,

and there she is.

She’s in the madhouse?

After the first date?

Yeah.

But I still picked her anyway.

You can do that?

Well...

you can’t.

Good evening.

Who was it?

The owner.

My boss.

Švarc.

What time did you get back?

Around four.

Where have you been?

Playing poker.

Gambling.

Add drugs, then shoplifting and you’re all set.

What about this Daria?

What?

Your patient.

Have you read her report? It’s an interesting case.

Oh, this...

Yes, I’ve skimmed through it already.

I’m not sure.

I think she’s oversensitive.

Perhaps mild bipolar disorder.

What disorder?

She hasn’t been hospitalized before.

Then she comes into a bar and starts pouring herself a beer.

Perhaps she just wanted to try it.

But then she started pouring spirits and spilling them over.

Then she tore up money from customers, a bill, and set it all on fire.

Typical example of a manic episode.

So we medicated her.

Yes, and tied her to her bed.