Fruit of Paradise (Ovoce stromů rajských jíme)

And they were both naked, and were not ashamed.

Now the serpent was subtler than any beast of the field.

And he asked the woman:

Is it truth that God said:

Shall ye not eat of every tree in the garden?

And the woman said: unto the serpent:

We eat the fruit of the trees in The Garden of Eden.

But of the fruit of the tree in the midst of the Garden, God said:

You shall not eat of it, lest ye die.

And the serpent said to the woman:

Ye shall not surely die

On the day ye eat thereof,

your eyes shall be opened,

and ye shall be as gods,

knowing both good and evil.

Tell me the truth

Who is it?

What are you eating?

Want some?

No.

This will be the one who, should have come yesterday.

Sleep.

-I have a taste for something. -What?

Good morning.

Is this yours?

Look.

Isn't this your briefcase?

Nice weather today. See?

The mail.

Let me see.

Not all of them.

I know.

Be good.

Here's one more.

You've got six letters.

You're winning.

Almost white...

White...

Another white one...

Not completely white...

Perfumed.

So...

-What's wrong? -Nothing.

Do you think you'll ever tell me the truth?

Like who this letter is from?

You're in a bad mood again, aren't you?

Who knows what it's all about.

Punta, come here... Jump.

Come...

I'm starting a vegetable patch here.

I'm growing vegetables for my husband.

But the soil is hard here.

See?

Hard soil.

And the slugs are here.

So we meet again, madam.

Yes, indeed.

I have to go now.

Goodbye.

Careful, hold me.

Sorry.

-Didn't I say that? -How could this happen?

Next time will be better.

Here...

Careful.

That's right. You've got to keep your balance.

-Look out. -I don't want it anymore.

You always spoil it.

This will be better.

-Here we go. -Not alone. No.

Yes, once more.

-I don't want to. -Yes, you do.

I want to go home.

Don't even think about it.

Here...

-Just sit down and ride. -Don't tickle me.

Let's go.

This time it'll be better.

What's the matter?

You won't mind if I go out for a while?

I would.

Bye then.

Is that you, Robert?

Where are you?

I know you're here.

Bye then.

Good morning.

I've got you now.

Just you wait.

You scoundrel.

You're here at last.

Just you wait.

I'll show you.

We must take some nice trips again.

Let me go.

Could I read with you?

-Reading is profound. -Good morning.

You've really grown up.

Don't run away.

Wait.

Good morning.

-You know her? -No. good morning.

You're here for the first time, aren't you?

Yes.

Who is he?

-I don't know him. -That's Mr. Robert.

He's been coming here for seven years for treatment.

He's excellent company.

And he's on his own.

On top of everything he's single.

Not many men are that lucky at his age?

Lovely little hands.

Dear lady, allow me.

You can tell me...

How old are you?

Guess.

Well...

Fifty... two.

-Far from it. 78. -78?

Seventy eight.

-Impossible. -But true.

You've lived to a ripe old age...

Where have you been wandering so long this year?

Me?

Busy working.

Bye then.

May I swing with you?

May I also have a little swing?

May I?

Sorry, I didn't want to trouble you.

You come to places,

where no one would find you. Never.

I didn't search for you.

Look.

Please.

Could I tell you something?

-You should stop while the going's good. -That's right.

Six.

What happened?

He lost his key.

Really?

There it is.

Here.

I saw it here somewhere.

I'm always so careful.

-Do you know that? -Yes.

All my things are in order. Look, it was in my pocket.

Really?

What's wrong? Everyone is waiting for you. Go.

I'm going.

Little hand... sand...

Here's something for us.

The mysterious murderer strikes again.

Listen.

For almost a year the public has been disturbed

by the mysterious murders of blonde girls.

It doesn't concern you.

-Last night another blonde was found... -Let me see too.

What impertinence.

-Last night... -Last night...

Did you find it?

Yes, I did.

Want some?

Let's see.

Mr. Robert will read it for us. He knows how.

Here it is.

Last night, another blonde was found...

She was shot in an unusual way...

Her forehead was stamped with a red number six.

She's evidently the sixth victim of this murderer.

The police continue to search for him.

A remarkable detail.

The number six was deeply etched on her forehead.

Josef.

Wake up.

Wake up, please.

Eva.

Open your eyes. Forget about everything.

Forgive me.

I've committed a sin against you.

Forgive me.

Please.

I lied to you.

But I didn't know what I was doing.

Forgive me.

Don't turn away from me

You're my wife.

And I'm your husband.

That's not true!