At the Terminus (Tam na konečné)

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A Film Based on the Original Screenplay by Ludvik Askenazy

HOUSE AT THE TERM INUS

Made by the Barrandov Film Studios Feix - Daniel Creative Group

HOUSE AT THE TERM INUS

In Lead Roles

Director of Photography

Music by

Film Symphony Orchestra Conducted by

Dance Music by Karel Krautgartner and His Nonet

Architect

Film Editor

Sound

Make Up Artist

Produced by

Assistant Director/Director's Assistant Associate Producer

Film Crew: Camera Assistants

Architect's Assistant Set Designer

Costumes by Costume Designer

Make Up Assistant Production Assistant

Chief Lighting Technician Editor's Assistant

Sound Editor Sound Effects

Directed by

ONE SPRING DAY...

We're at the terminal, gentlemen. It is time to get off.

Hey, we're at the terminal, sir.

Where are we? -At the end, old chap.

The terminal. You know what a loop is, don't you?

Yeah... a loop.

Do you know why I came here? - I certainly don't.

Get out of my way, you soak! - Shut up, you fool!

Make sure you get to work on time, slogger!

Good morning. I can wait. - Good morning, I'll be right back.

Here it is. Goodbye. -Thank you.

A glass of hot grog for me, boss!

Lay off! - Come on, don't be so fussy.

Milk is healthy but for kids, you see?

I've got a little girl, too.

You didn't know I came here for a visit, did you?

Knock it off! - Did you, sucker? You...

You know nothing at all but I do!

You sure do. - I know it all.

Morning. - Good morning.

Why are you staring at me?!

Good morning, Mother. - Good morning.

You're drunk again. What do you want?

I came to see you.

And I came to see my little Hana. - Is that so?

What do you want?

My life is miserable. You know?

I can't be alone. - You can't be alone, eh?

You were never home when your wife was still alive.

Let Hanka live with me, Mother.

I'm her father, aren't I? - You've never deserved it.

Achild needs care and order and no man can provide that.

No man. And you the least!

You think I'm bad, don't you?

Go now and get some sleep!

You've never liked me! You... you..

Don't close the door!

You old hag! Damned old hag!

Let me in! My kid is in there!

Put the kettle on, Zuzana!

Wait. Don't go there.

Do you hear that? He's always raising the roof.

Your son-in-law, huh?

I'd teach him a lesson, if it wasn't for my head...

I can see you! Do you hear me?!

His drinking drove my poor daughter to the grave.

Not once did he visit her in hospital. He said couldn't stand hospitals.

And now that scoundrel wants my granddaughter.

Just look at her. She's just like her mother.

I will never give her to him. Never.

I'm going downstairs, Mrs. Mala.

Go away! Go! Shoo!

Don't run. Come here.

Come on!

Be human a little, doggy.

Come here! Stop barking!

Don't bark at me!

You're making quite a scene again, Mr. Pesta.

Why? - Isn't the bakery working today?

The bakery? It is...

It is working today. - Then what are you doing here?

Well, you know... the baker's baking buns,

nibbling some, the bakeress is helping him...

Baloney! She isn't helping him! Nobody's helping me either!

And as I have baked so I must eat.

How about getting some sleep instead?

With you, miss? I'd...

If you allow me...

You're quite hot tempered, huh?

Hurry up, Mr. Pesta, or you'll miss the tram.

You're right. Men are bastards.

Not me, though! Not me! Understand?

Good morning. Two sour and two poppy.

Good morning. Two sour and two poppy.

You've got courage, Miss Olga.

Mr. Brzobohaty here wanted to run to your rescue.

You're exaggerating, Mrs. Volfova.

When I had noticed him on the tram, I knew he'd cause trouble again.

It's all because of morals.

And, I beg your pardon, accumulation.

One more, Mrs. Volfova. - Another one?

Yes, one more, please.

After a night shift, Mr. Brzobohaty?

I'm always after a night shift. You know how it goes...

Newspapers have to come out every morning.

May I offer you today's paper?

You're most kind but I wouldn't have time to read it.

Two bottles, please. For the last time. - I beg your pardon.

So it is for the last time after all?

Have you heard, Mr. Brzobohaty, that Miss Olga's sister got married?

To India, am I right? - To Indonesia.

I've heard he's a big shot. - Oh no, he's just a purchasing clerk.

But it makes no difference, does it?

I've never travelled further than to Moravia.

And what about you, Miss Olga?

With men, you have to know the tricks, don't you? It's pure science.

Like national defence education, eh? They ought to teach it at school.

Goodbye. - Goodbye, Miss Olga.

You won't finish your milk? - It's too much for my stomach.

Thank you. - Goodbye. - Goodbye. - Goodbye, Mr. Brzobohaty.

An old tree and young sap.

We'll sweep the pavement. - And then?

Then we'll clean the stairs. - And then?

We'll hang the laundry in the attic. - And then?

Then we will go shopping.

And then? - We'll make lunch.

And then?

Then... - What then?

Live well, Mrs. Mala, here's the key. I won't forget it any more.

When are you coming back? - Hana will be a big girl by then.

Hurry up. - I'm coming!

Keep an eye on Olga for me, will you? She knows nothing about life at all.

She's a sensible girl. - That worries me even more.

Goodbye! Oh, my luggage! - Good luck.

Goodbye! - Hanicka!

Thanks. - Good luck and don't forget to write!

And you take care of yourself. Bye!

Bye! And don't open the door to anyone!

Are you sad, Olga?

I don't know.

You're lucky you're still single. - Olga!

I'll clean the stairs. - Good girl.

You should've left it there for another day. You wouldn't feel so lonely.

I don't like pretending. What's gone is gone.

I have two names on my door for 4 years and it isn't true either.

That's something different.

Isn't it strange? We hardly know each other.

I wouldn't worry about that. It must be because we are neighbours.

Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Good morning. - Off to work? -As usual.

The postman had a registered letter for you the other day. - I know.

Any news? - Not much.

And what about your husband? Have you seen him?

There'll be a court hearing soon. They didn't know much back then.

Your husband will come back. I'm certain.

Write him to stop by. That I have slivovitz from Moravia.

Let's hope they'll fix the lift by then.

Good day. - Good morning.

Nothing doing. He won't stop by.

Go away! Hurry up! - Let's go.

What did you want, Hanicka? I'm on my way out.

He's ringing the door bell. - Who? - Some man. - Where? - There.

Do you know if anyone's in?

I beg your pardon. I'm Karel Mafiinec, master of pharmacy.

And... I'm supposed to live here from today.

They're not answering the door, are they? - I'm afraid so.

You'll have to wait. They must have gone shopping and will come home soon.

But I only have an hour or so. I need to go to work, you see?

You're a pretty girl. Come here.

What's your name? Is it your only child?

Oh no, I've got four more at home.

You're a worthy mother indeed! - I beg your pardon?!

Oh no, I'm very fond of children. I really am.

I should be going.

Do you know where I could...

Are these two trunks all you have? - A lamp.

Give it to me. -Are you angry at me? - Not at all. - Careful.

We'll put it in my flat. Hurry, though, I'm late for school.

Wait for us!

Hurry up! Come on!

Infrequency increases word emotionality as may be demonstrated quite easily.

In Czech, the voiceless Iabiodental consonant "f"

may only be found in borrowings...

We're not doing it for the money, my husband earns enough.

Our evenings are somewhat sad, though.

We've told each other everything in the twenty years of our marriage.

Here's the bathroom.

You can wash as you please. We live here.

And this is your room.

I didn't expect you so early. The floor's still wet.

Your husband didn't mention any child. - I beg your pardon?

What about the baby cot? - Oh no. I use it to store the blankets.

We don't have any children, you see?

We bought it long ago.

I was with child but I lost it and we kept the baby cot.

We can put it in the hall, if you want.

Are there no hangers? - I'll put them there.