Wasteland (Pustina)

Karel!

Karel! Wait up!

You forgot your jacket.

What's with you, man? Here.

For the road. Come on, I'll help you.

They have to search the mine again. Thoroughly, you know?

Goddamn Polish.

Acting like they're all so helpful and try so hard...

Bullshit.

They rub their hands with pleasure at Hanka

having other worries than the referendum.

- The cunts. - Are you seeing her?

- What? - You always fancied her.

- Karel, don't be crazy. - They saw you.

What? Who saw us where?

You got scared, huh?

Should we give him a lift?

Karel? What are you doing?

The lock is screwed up, anybody can get in, there's just the two of you here.

Leave it be, you can fix it tomorrow.

- You out yourself? - It's nothing.

- You were drinking. - Only a little.

- You know you're not allowed to. - Klara is right, Hanka.

It's all my fault.

- She only said it when she was angry. - She was right.

I fucked it all up, it's my fault.

If I hadn't left you, Misha might be here now.

I just didn't want you all to have to see me all the time

for the girls to have to see me when I'm out of it.

I know they're ashamed of me.

- It's not your fault that you're ill. - Please forgive me.

Forgive me...

That hurts!

- Go away. - I didn't mean to.

Go away!

- Mom? - Nothing happened.

What is he doing here again?

Don't make a scene. Everything's fine.

You just had a little romp, did you?

- Klara, please. - What?

We don't know what's up with Misha and this is what you're thinking about?

I'm not thinking about anything, stop it!

Then why did you drag him back here? I don't want him here!

He's your father, and I can't tell him not to come here.

He did something to you?

He didn't do anything, it's his, he out himself.

Jesus, Klara, you know he's ill I

Then let him get treatment and take his damn pills.

- No one's going to help him here. - Klara...

Klara.

- You got it? - I got it.

It's fine.

- Fuck, it's the cops! - What the fuck is this?

We can go. It's done.

If I ever find out you're still at it, I'm going straight to the cops.

Buckle up.

- He let you pick it out? - I found it on the website.

Let me see.

Man, that's gross. You must have been high as a kite, huh?

You shut the fuck up. And you've got what?

- How much did it cost? - Nothing, a grand.

No way. Man, he wanted three from me.

- Well you didn't give him head. - You shut the fuck up!

Next, come on. Would you be so kind, ma'am?

Are you 100% positive?

I'm telling you I don't know him. I remember faces.

You haven't even taken a proper look.

- When was this supposed to be? - Last Wednesday.

I was off. I was at my parents.

You've never seen this girl either?

How about your curb crawlers? Drivers, truckers...

- No one mentioned anything? - Mentioned anything to me, you mean?

Why do you think I called you girls in? Just for the joy of it?

One of you saw that girl near the border.

Then ask that one, I don't know!

- What about that Rudi of yours? - What about him?

He's got girls milling around him who haven't even turned 18 yet, right?

I don't know who he's banging, ask him, I don't know.

I get feeling you're acting like you owe me nothing at all.

Look, if I knew the girl, would I not tell you?

Are they fucking kidding me?

- Let go of it. - You whore!

Stop pissing me off you bitch!

Well? What's it going to be?

Somebody actually hung a horse from a barbed wire?

I wasn't asking about that.

Are you trying to find out who did it?

Look, I'm not in the mood for your fooling around today.

- Maybe I know something about that. - Really?

I know a guy who has wire like that at home.

And what's that supposed to be?

- A clue? - He's seriously nuts.

I think he gets off on things like that.

He was at the gas station a few days ago.

He didn't want to do it in the car, he talked me into going to his place.

He was weird from the start, but then he went psycho, talking complete nonsense,

And he wanted to fuck constantly! He couldn't get enough.

And he had figures made from that kind of wire.

And freaky junkyard statues all around the cottage.

- Around a cottage? - Yeah.

Where exactly was this?

- Marlboro light. - Sure.

- Hi, Karel. - Hi.

- That's alright. - Thanks.

220.

Wait for your change!

Shari.

You ran?

Everybody's still asleep. It's Saturday.

Don't be crazy, we can't be seen together. Who did you text me from?

- You know anything about Misha? - No.

- Balog knows something. - What?

He saw Misha's mom at the juvie and he got totally freaked out.

He asked where she was.

He was out when Misha got lost, you get it?

Wait, Hana was at the juvie?

- Yeah. - Like, to see you?

- What did you tell her? - Nothing.

Forget about Balog. He doesn't know shit.

Just don't tell anyone about him!

If the cops start asking him questions, first thing he'll do is rat us out.

Here. For the last batch.

Go on. Before you get in trouble.

And don't text or call me, alright? They might be watching me.

Hi!

Good morning.

I got you some nougat doughnuts, Klara.

- I've eaten already. - I got jam ones for you.

I have to get changed.

- Do you want coffee or tea? - Doesn't matter.

- Good God, now I've done it... - Franti, come eat, it's getting cold.

Hang on, eight more times.

- I'm not going to keep heating it up. - Cut it out.

I have to learn it. It's new, I have to try it out.

- Hello. - Hello.

I'm sorry to disturb you, but I saw the car here...

Yeah, the old Maluch. I see you're practicing.

- That's new, huh? - Yeah, my wife.

I've been considering getting a cottage here for some time.

I thought I'd ask the natives if they know of anything.

Okay, the Hubaceks wanted to sell,

that's the one by the woods. Right, Franti?

Don't ask me, you're the one who knows.

Well I wouldn't mind something in the forest. Like your place.

Or your neighbors' over there. Do they come here?

Lately it's been just him, Sikora. He actually lives there.

And what kind of folks are they? ls there any talking to them?

They're the ones with the daughter everybody's looking for.

The police were even here asking questions.

- But Sikora won't want to sell it. - Do you know him well?

No, but he won't sell. But the Hubaceks, maybe.

- You want their number? - Well if you insist...

- And what is your name anyway? - Ruzicka.

Come in, come in. Sit down, have something to eat.

- I'll call her. - Thanks.

Klara? Lukas is here.

Hi.

Are you sure we shouldn't cancel? We could stay here with you.

- Nah, you go on. - But if you need anything...

I'm going.

I have something for you.

I found it at night among some old photographs.

Get a load of this. Isn't it incredible?

Look, how old are you here? Five? Six? And Klara three? Four?

And you're already together. Already holding hands.

And Klara is laughing. Isn't it amazing?

- Hang on, that's not me though. - You're crazy. That's you. With Klara!

- I remember taking the picture. - Are we going?

- Well... See you. - See you.

Are you dressed enough, Klara? It's cold outside.

Not to be rude, but it pisses me off how they can't understand.

They just think whoever ends up in juvie is like, the worst scum.

And I think that to get here you don't have to be scum.

In some cases it's the parents' fault.

And what about your case?

- Like, why am I here? - Yep.

As punishment. For the 5,000 I stole off my dad.

- Where would your old man get 5K? - Shut up, moron!

Hey take it easy, okay?

So you still see it as punishment that you're in here?

I see it as a 3-month stay.

To do some thinking about myself. Sort things out in my head.

Talk to my parents, smooth things out between us.

And there are folks here to help. Not like outside.

If you try hard enough.

You didn't try much this week. You got five black marks.

So next week, fifth level. No leave. Agreed?

- I can't hear you. - Yeah.

So go for snacks and pack your stuff. We go swimming this afternoon.

What the fuck?

I got a call, Pasek. From grandpa. Said you fucked my grandma.

Go fuck yourself.

You think it's OK to fuck my grandma, or what?

If she's as ugly as you, I wouldn't touch her.

- Come here. Dave, come here! - What? What are you doing?

Bash him one.

What are you looking at? You want to be down there instead of him?

Do it.

What is it? You worried he won't suck your dick anymore?

Hey! I haven't dismissed you. Do it.