Odborný dohled nad výkladem snu (2018) - full transcript

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

My tummy is bloated
from all these bottled beer!

The lone ranger is going to bunk

across the plain, drunk as a skunk.

And the moon is waning - jealous

Hold up, Yoyo, that was my dream!
It was me who dreamed about the footprint!

Maybe it was a collective dream.

I once saw something on TV about
collective guilt - is that something similar?

Collective dreams
and guilt can get mixed up.

That´s true.

You mean that maybe
we didn´t dream it at all?



Like it really happened to you?

Hold on, I have already been
through this once with a woman

and until now I wasn´t
sure if she really existed.

As a fresh widower I drank quite a lot

and I have a feeling from that period,

that I was dating
someone who was ashamed of me.

Because you were a convict
or because you drank a lot?

Shit.

Just because I am old.

She was twenty years younger.

She knew, that I liked heavy metal,

but she only went to concerts with others.

She was ashamed of me.

And... in bed?



What in bed?

If she was ashamed
of you in bed as well.

Why would she be?
It was just the two of us.

Besides, she hated metal during sex.

Just folk.

I wouldn´t want to hear
Pete Seeger while fucking either.

Wait a minute, so she was only
ashamed of you in front of other people?

And in front of who else?

Yes. In front of her friends.

It bothered her when
I touched and kissed her.

So I preferred to just clear off.

And since then I´ve had a feeling
like in this desolate landscape.

What don´t you like about it?

It´s not going to get any better.

Look. Can you see that over there?

A footprint, and what about it?

Just as you describe it

- I was supposed to be there with you.

Sure, I remember you!
You were standing there with us,

you circus monkey!

Yes. You were staring
at the footprint like us!

I wouldn´t have forgotten it.

A footprint with no others
leading to it or away from it!

I´d say it was your dream.

A collective dream
of two guys is bullshit.

And a collective dream
of three guys is even bigger bullshit.

Was it a human footprint at all?

Well, who else,
besides people, wears shoes?

Cats.

What?

Puss´n´boots for instance.

Aha.

Hey, how long are we gonna
walk, my knees are killing me.

And what about me, man!

Onward, boys!

There is no pub with beer
on tap anywhere near, so what.

Some Polish swill.

We are only a few meters over the line,
they might still sell normal Czech beer.

We´ll see.

And how are we going to make
ourselves understood? Do you speak Polish?

Look, princess - we are not allowed
in the local pub.

And we don´t want it,
if a "KGB" agent owns it.

If worse comes to worst,
you can speak English, you lived in Canada.

I´m not gonna speak English with the Poles!
You can understand Polish.

I can just say ant in Polish - mrufka.
(the Ant)

Sure, a Slovak has brothers everywhere.

I am off, my dear,
there is an inspection in my tearoom.

Stay faithful!

Jasmine, wait up!

That was Turkish,
if I am not mistaken.

It was just one bus stop.
And suddenly - the Orient?

Hurry up, so we make it.
- Don´t worry.

Gentlemen, why are you just standing there?
Take a seat, the beer is coming. Here you are!

Good day! - Good day!
- Jesus Christ.

Warm welcome in Poland!

Juzek! Juzek, calm down!
Those aren´t your friends! Juzek!

Let´s have a toast. A Wee dram!

Calm him down!
Get him out of here!

Fuck, what have we gotten ourselves into?

A pub, man.

Adieu...

Oh Jesus, I didn´t expect this.

... beer for my dad.

Shall I put it on your tab again?
Say hello to your daddy.

Thank you.

And what if our footprint is
the same like Armstrong´s on the moon?

Lately some have started
to doubt they were ever there.

They planted a fucking flag up there!

Hey, you know how hot air
balloons have been popular lately...

... what if somebody stretched out
a leg, made the print and flew away!

Just to play a joke on us.

Bullshit – who would bother with us?

Right, too much trouble for a practical joke!

Who would go to all that trouble
just to tease us? Maybe God?

That´s what he´s been
doing your whole life, asshole!

And not yours?

Let´s go.
I don´t want to see it melt away.

I am just reading about
a similar one, only in the sand...

There could be more of these
footprints all over the world!

Apparently.

Ok. But what does it mean?

That it was a stupid idea
to fix the bell.

Are you staying here with us today?
- Today I am.

A sign, maybe?

Do you think so?

Maybe it´s just a dream.

I am lying in bed... you are dreaming about
something else, and we talk about it at breakfast.

I´m not sleeping.
I can still make it out.

Even so - some supernatural explanation
would come in handy.

Perhaps... something like a virgin birth.

I´d say that compared to this,
a virgin birth is a piece of cake.

Do you think so? C´mon.

Maybe some lineman got pissed there.

And did you see anybody or what?

Oh, cut it out, I have enough to manage with myself.
Come on!

Do you know, how the Polish yokel
had the Turkish TV on?

The Turkish one?

Yeh, so what?

Nothing, only I already know why,
and who the two women were.

Come off it.

One was his old lady and the other
was his sister-in-law. I asked them.

So what?

Nothing. Only that a Turkish-convert
is worse than natural born Turk.

He doesn´t have to be a Muslim
just because he was selling booze.

Guten tag!

Good day.
- Everybody.

This is my son. He doesn´t speak Czech.
But I was born in this house.

So what about it?

Hang on, man.

So, would you like
to have a peek inside?

Having a look would also be fine.

And what besides having a look?

I´d like to sleep over for one night.
My son would come pick me up after.

What´s the living situation here?

Three men. Are they your relatives?
Your father, uncle...

I don´t have any relatives.
Not even these three. These are my loverboys.

And which one do you have
the baby with?

Well, that´s complicated.

Each of them suspects the other two
but at the same time pretends it´s him.

But in reality it´s totally different.

Well played...

They took me in
when I was totally fucked... sorry.

Fucked? I know this.

I had my own spot by this deserted house.
But then suddenly it wasn´t deserted any more.

Good morning.

And how long are you staying?

Until you die.
Who would inherit it?

I know it´s strange that I wound up
here with them, but they helped me a lot.

I would feel like
a bitch if I left them here.

Moreover, they are very attentive,
they have money and the house...

I used to be a whore, did you get that?

I think I did.

And I was in the Hitler youth.

Even my parents were frightened that
I would let something slip.

He totally had us fooled.

Who?

Well, our fuehrer.
I was so young then.

Do you want to see my secret?

Yes.

I keep it hidden in front of the old geezers,
but I once thought about picking up the publican.

To set myself up, you see?

Now sit down here...
I once had a secret hiding place here.

But he always passed me by and didn´t even slow down.
Then I got to know what he was like.

The publican?

Yes. There is just one pub, and the publican
used to be a screw. Do you know what that means?

Sure I know.

Once the three old geezers were doing time
for politics and he was a real bastard...

They bought the house
when they were widowed.

One is a dissident, the second
a circus man who smuggled banned books.

The third one was a thief. He was supposed to
rat on them, but he refused, so he got the same.

He didn´t recognize us.
That´s good. But what next?

We will surveille and follow him.

I think we should find his weak spot

maybe if we make friends with him.

Are you fucking crazy?

But - just pretend!

Hey boys, I´ve always such a fool.
Such a stupid loner. Queer fish.

I never had any friends, considering the job I did...
I mean as a barkeeper.

You have to count all the time,
so that nobody steals anything!

Everybody is having fun, getting drunk...
and you are the only sober one!

I have no family or children.
I have nothing! No friends either.

And suddenly you turn up!
That´s such a beautiful thing!

You are here and you and you.

I was responsible
for so many guys like you.

You are not going to beat me?

No.

We have forgiven you.

Go fuck yourself.

So now the three of them have to
go for beer somewhere else?

Exactly.

Now we know everything,
and we can let it lie. Look!

Oh! How long has it been there?
- Very long. Long.

My old granny used to say that under
the old Austria, there was the first census,

and when a German postman
rang, they said - we´re German.

And if it had been a Czech postman?

Well, we would have said - Czechs live here.

So gute nacht.
- Wait, you speak German?

Oh no. Just a little, and I wouldn´t
wish you to know what.

So, good night.

So what? Any success?

Nope.

I had a dream that my cousin, an old maid,
was getting married to Jesus.

A fat uncle talks her out of it, saying
her groom can perform miracles,

...but has a temper.

Shame.
- Shame.

The bed is still the same.

I should confess about this dream.

Is there a church here?

A church, yes.

You know what?! You can sleep here until you manage
to have that dream you´ve been waiting for.

That room still has the same bed?

It does.
- Wow!

Maybe it´s just bullshit,
but do you remember

how the guys from the band were telling
us about their singer´s great-uncle?

It was his grandpa, you fool.

Whatever. He used to live
in the garden shed, he was a little nuts.

You must have known him.

I did... but I was little
and I didn´t pay attention.

I don´t mind if you smoke.

We have a pregnant woman here!

You speak German?

The uncle used to stay here.
Across the way.

I was one of five children. I was the youngest
and the only boy, so my granny liked me best.

In the morning, she would
always ask me about my dreams.

And because she was religious,
she had a dream book and explained it to me.

So don´t think you are pathetic,
I am just the same.

You can only smoke in the garage?

We can also go to the courtyard.

That´s cruel.

Everybody smoking marijuana...

Come and have a look, man!

How could this dachshund seem so
charismatic to me, when I was 12 - 13 years old?

Not to my parents,
but they kept quiet.

It doesn´t matter. My uncle was named Adolf too.
After the war he was lynched because of the name.

Still, Adolf is such a nice name.

In Germany, hardly anybody thinks so.
I myself don´t know anyone.

What, it went out of fashion?

A little.

When we look away from
what we can´t look away from...

... it´s quite a nice name - Adolf!

Shame it went out of fashion.

Let´s make it right.

Us two? How?

Us three!

Or do you know who
of us three is the father?

You mean if it´s a boy!
I get it!

We have run out of beer.

You can´t be serious
about the name!

It´s not a bad idea!

So – to Adolf!

The name didn´t do any harm!
To our Adolf!

Our son will redeem the name!

And thanks to it,
it will become a - symbol.

That absolves the name of
collective guilt!

Poor little baby!

I´d say that the guilt is something
like that collective dream of yours.

Hold on!
We really lived through it!

That´s it. Us too.

Hello! Look at this!

What is it?
Don´t keep us in suspense.

You don´t answer the phone
and now suddenly you´re curious.

Don´t fuck around!

We have a daughter. And her name
will be Anička - after her granny!

Thank God!

To make a long story short
- the saxophonist had a baby!

Somehow collectively.
Which doesn´t mean we can´t toast Anička!

Dad, you want to say something?

Ok, welcome home, Anička.

The guys from the band have
somehow found the old fart...

It is very small where I live...

That´s true.

But here, in Varnsdorf,
that´s different, it´s almost a town.

And don´t you feel
better at your place?

Probably. It´s quiet there,
I have three pensions, a big house with a garden...

You see, it´s like paradise!

These three guys make
an ideal father together!

The musician, he is a former dissident,

... so he has probably read
everything in the world.

The carnie knows a lot about
nature and animals.

And Yoyo, as a former thief,
is very skilled and practical!

I almost envy you, my girl.

I have three kids with one guy
and he can only count columns.

What columns?

... my great-granny´s uncle, but he
disappeared towards the end of the war.

During the first Republic it was said
that this Metzner was esometric.

Esoteric, you dumbass.

Neither. He worked as a caretaker
for the father of that German of yours.

She could know something.

She was just little then
and doesn´t remember much.

From what I know, he was a vegetarian
and established a garden colony.

This is where I´m going.
He understood herbs, then didn´t he?

He could have.

And might he be able
to cook up a dream potion?

Maybe...

He might know how to cook such a tea,
that if somebody thought of something,

... before going to bed,
he´d dream about it?

That´s a bit far-fetched.

I heard that in quantum mechanics,
an electron can be at two places at the same time.

Now superposition, that´s science...
but a dream potion is not scientific at all.

You see! That´s what I´m talking about!

Maybe uncle Anton left some recipes?
Or something like that?

Anton´s recipes?

I can get a small yellowed photo.
I´d have to ask my mum´s aunt.

Recipes? Are you learning to cook?
Great! I could use the help!

That´s what I thought.
It was supposed to be a surprise.

You´re so kind.

Which Anton were you talking about?

About none!

My great grand uncle had
such a name - Anton Metzner.

A pre-war, renowned, esometric cook!

... your Polish publican came in,
an empty flowerpot on his head and says -

- has anybody seen my little oak?

Oak is the Polish national tree.

So that wasn´t the right dream either.

She certainly didn´t need to talk to
a publican with an oak before dying.

Nope.

Princesses! How did we sleep?

Too bad we don´t have a camera!

Give her to me... don´t worry.

Just finish your coffee, I´ll feed her.

In the circus, I nursed
all the animals. From mice to big cats.

Is there something wrong with her?
You are staring.

I am just wondering who she takes after.

It´s the same with children
as with your footprint. They´re here and that´s it.

And - Anička takes after me.

We agreed that we wouldn´t
investigate who the father is.

Once we swore on collective
fathership, so that´s how it will be.

You´ve never heard of the holy
trinity? About triunity? About the secret?

The Father, the Son and the holy Ghost.
But this is a girl.

Where have you been, man... you have to babysit.
Me and Yoyo are going shopping and those two in the pool.

What´s up with you?

What are you doing, you asshole.
Stop it... Jesus Christ. Hey, breathe!

And this is what their singer told you?
That electrons can be in different places?

He lent me a book about it.

So I said to myself, if this is possible,
a dreamcatcher potion is also possible.

You think of something before
going to bed, drink a herbal concoction,

which fixes the image in your brain,
and before falling asleep you have it saved.

And that´s how you´ll dream
about what you wanted to.

It seems logical to me.

It doesn´t seem logical to me
that we put up with this German hag.

Why? She´s nice.

We were in East Germany with the circus,
and since then I´ve been allergic to them.

You´re not pissed off that the Germans earn
three times more and have everything for half the price?

That´s why we kicked them out.

It says here, that if you were perfectly
identical with yourself, from atoms to your skin,

time would cease to exist...
... and space would act even more strangely.

The universe will strip itself down not only
to one massless particle but one piece of information.

Do you get it?

I can´t say which one.

To me it´s clear.

I get a feeling from the circus man like
he´s constantly watching and lurking about.

Yoyo is sweet, a teddy bear.

But the Musician is a dear. If I wasn´t
older I´d fall in love with him straight off.

Oh please, you look
like his younger sister!

Oh, hush.

Let´s go. I´m hungry.

You can´t leave the baby with Yoyo
very long. She squints from him speaking Slovak.

Another round?

I´d like to know
what she´d dream about.

Who she needs to hang out with,
so she doesn´t pack it in.

That´s none of your beeswax.

How would you feel if you had
something you didn´t want anyone to know,

and it got out?
You´d run away in shame.

You stupid carney, you don´t know the difference
between what we experienced and what we dreamed about?

The same difference as when we were young.
I can recognize it in myself.

You´re staring at the Turkish lady,
aren´t you, asshole?

One more...

No way!

Hey! Come here!
That publican of yours is here!

He was no publican, he was our warden.
He was bullying us, the fucking KGB bitch!

The good thing is
that he didn´t die prematurely.

The bad thing
is he just outran us.

In autumn, the sap flows into the roots,
then the stem is bent, so it bleeds out

and so that the log is a bit kosher...

Can I sit here?
- Sure.

It must be done under
the new moon, so it works.

I don´t know...

What are you eating?
- Baby food.

Do you like it?
No. Want some? - No.

Is this your granddaughter?
- Daughter, you asshole.

Good Lord, how old is her mum?

What are you doing?!
- Here she comes.

Why are you waving it
in front of her face? Give it to me!

What´s wrong with you? That was the last one.
What am I supposed to give her now?

They make a good gulash here.

Who is he?
- I don´t know.

Lucky you.

You´re a nice match!

Who ate the snack?

My baby, you have eaten
your dinner for lunch!

Whose baby is it?
- Mine.

Shall we dance?

Are all three of you living with her?

You have never heard of hippies?
- Aha!

The moon came up with
the first rays of dawn,

your head is on the pillow,
mangy days come and gone,

a dream is quietly crawling out,
the night turns...

into day, the day when
you had to depart...

I wouldn´t have expected
any of you to take care of my grave.

Neither would I. But you have
nobody except us in this world.

... and the mouse tells me:

it´s really like this. There is just
one man and woman in the whole world.

If I were you,
I wouldn´t open the door.

What´s behind it? I asked.

He replied, it´s a rent-a-mouse
and they are all identical!

I laughed, and grasped the handle.

And you wouldn´t believe
it - endless shelves of mice!

Little girls, young women, old ladies
all mingled together.

And all of them were me
at a certain age...

Oh my god. What did you do?

I took a deep breath like
this and shouted loudly - Miaow!

Are you washing up?

I am going to the Reich
for a check-up. Miaow.

He is coming across the border. He has
thin bones. It can´t be done here, only in Prague.

We have hospitals with everything.
I´ll take you there sometime. - Danke.

I can see it´s still on your mind.

I´ve just been thinking about it
lately. Actually I still am...

As I say, all of them were me.

I was thinking of something else - imagine if they
made a statue of you - which image would you choose?

Jesus! A statue!
I really don´t know.

Sometimes I don´t know myself
if I was one and the same person.

Once I was even evil.

You feel guilty
because you were punished.

Does this have to do with
the dream you are waiting for?

Yes. But can I keep my secret?

You must! Our beauty.

There you are! Your band´s here!
You´re playing tonight! Come on!

I wanted to ask you for
a dance tonight... but I don´t know.

His knees are shot. Fuck.

You know what´s the worst about old age? You don´t
know what you lived and what you dreamed about.

Come on, you young pup.

Good morning!
- Hello!

May I sit?
- Help yourself.

What are you doing here?

I am going to Germany
to see a doctor about my bones.

Prague is very old.
- Very far? - I see, yes, far.

Is everything ok?
- Yes...

How come you have a pub
in Poland when you are a German?

It´s my husband´s.
He hates serving Germans.

I have a tearoom here, oriental,
of course. Herbs are my hobby.

But - are you German?

On my father´s side.
On my mother´s I am Turkish.

And - are you a Muslim?

No, an atheist.

Is this possible
in your country?

In Germany it is.

And - in your country?

My father was a half-hearted Christian, he was born
in East Germany. But mother is still a devout Muslim.

How does that work?

Simply. Father conceded that Muhammad was a prophet,
and mother admitted Jesus could be something more.

But I was totally
confused as a child, you see?

Once I asked my mum -
why it mattered that Muhammad was iliterate

when he could hear
the Old Testament stories from the Jews.

Maybe he should have been deaf too.
And I got a smack in the face.

My father took me
to a catholic church.

I asked -

why somebody who created
the universe in its grandeur,

billions of galaxies, time & space

... would need burnt sheep,
veiled woman or circumcised willies?

Thanks.

So they sent me to a pioneer camp,
as punishment. - And how was it?

I didn´t stick with it.
I hate team sports.

I don´t like religion either.
- Yes.

If there is God, he doesn´t have
anything to do with religion. - Yes.

So you´re not an immigrant?
- No.

Anyway - who around here, can say
that he was born in his family´s house?

Yes. An old lady came to see us,
she was actually born in our house.

I know her. Or rather...
my father, his family knew them.

She came to have a look
at her birth house.

But that wasn´t enough - she wanted to sleep over
to have a particular dream about a specific someone.

And she´s still there.

I see, and the dream still hasn´t come.
- No.

I found an old tea recipe in my tearoom,
from my father who got it from Anton...

Yes! Anton Mertz?

Anton Metzner!
He also knew that old lady of yours.

They say that whoever has a sip of this tea,
dreams about whatever he was thinking.

And do you have the recipe?
- Somewhere maybe...

If you want - I´ll have a look.

If she has that dream she´s been
wishing for, then perhaps she will leave.

I think I know who she wants
to dream about - I´d say it´s that Metzner.

Really?

Yes. He was in the Resistance but disappeared.
They found a radio transmitter on him...

I think she should taste the tea!

You have to keep your dreams
alive if you want to survive!

I HAVE WON THE ELECTION!

Hi.
- Hi.

Do you know what you´re going to do
with the note from the clinic? - Not yet.

Don´t forget that you both like
her a lot, but the circus man loves her.

Do you want to know how I wheedled
the letter right out of the postwoman´s hand?

Not really.
- I know.

Today I had no dreams at all.

It happens... time enough.

Maybe tomorrow.

You came to like it here with us.

I could say the same to you.

I see...

Are you insane?
Stop it immediately!

Come help me.
She´ll fall out! Jesus christ...

Where are you dragging the bench?
Weren´t you supposed to go shopping?

And who´s watching the baby?

If you think you´ll be hanging out
in front of the house, forget about it!

Aren´t you too tough?
- I am. And what about it?

I´ll give them a merry-go-round!

I think they´re actually really
good for putting kids to sleep...

You don´t have to go with me
every time, I can manage it myself.

If Yoyo was here with the car,
but no bus tomorrow.

Here you are gentlemen, your shots.
And my wife has sent this.

What is it?

Holy shit! It´s the dream potion.
- Show me.

Ok, but what do we do with it?
We´re not going to cook it up on our own.

And the guys from your band
wouldn´t know?

Of course, man.

Not a word to grannie.

A nice surprise for her.

My German is terrible,
but you didn´t go to Reich with your bones!

No, I didn´t.

We fucking had a deal, not to try to find out
who the father is and raise Anička together.

I know...

You are a Czech fuckup and have to
pick apart everything you don´t understand.

I was wondering why you were sticking
those Q-tips in our mouths in the night.

You were´t sleeping?
- No.

With somebody creeping
beside the bed like an Apache...

Ok, You was curious...

But there is nothing in there.
- No. - Did you read it?

They wrote that out of two male DNA samples,
neither is the father of the child.

You forgot to wipe
your own gob, man.

I am fucking with you. It was a summons to pick
up the results. If I were you I wouldn´t do it.

I am going to the band practice.
See you.

... on the contrary, I am doing well here.
I also know I can´t stay here for ever.

Don´t worry,
I´ll talk to you soon. Bye-bye.

It was my son,
he´s asking when I´m coming home.

I see. You didn´t go shopping?

Not today, I´m pretty tired.
And you?

I am supposed to be babysitting.

Does the name Anton Metzner
mean anything to you?

And you?

A little. And I´d say that
he is the one you need to confess to.

I also expect, because of you,
it´s only possible in your dream.

The scale doesn´t
register such a small amount.

Put enough on so that it shows.

Write down how much it weighs and we will
calculate how much we´ll need for the potion.

And how many doses
we will divide the lot into.

What?

Can you say it again?
- No.

So we´re right back where we started.

Are you feeling better?

I am not feeling worse...

Go fuck yourself, you stupid carney.

You were talking
in your sleep. Quite cleverly.

When did you come?
- Just now.

Hello! Where is
that German granny of ours?

I don´t know, she´s probably
still asleep at this hour.

I have the potion!

I tried it with the boys and it works!

Maybe.

You look like it worked.
- Well, yes.

Why are you yelling so much?
You´ll wake the baby!

Wake up Oma!
Quickly! I have the potion!

Today she will be dreaming
about her prince on a white horse!

But she´s not here.
I thought she was with you. Wait!

She wasn´t with me.
Then it wouldn´t have been a surprise.

She wasn´t with me at practice either.

Her daughter called, some trouble at home,
so she had to leave. She didn´t tell me anything.

Why didn´t she at least say good bye?

It´s strange, curious.
She left me this on the pillow.

What is it?

She found it,
something from her childhood.

Nice. But I don´t like this at all.

Tomorrow she wanted to show me
on google Earth everywhere she´s been.

She´d let us know.

She hasn´t had her dream yet!

Why didn´t you tell us she left?

You weren´t here and then I fell asleep.
- I was here.

It didn´t seem important,
I didn´t understand her, she kept mumbling in German.

Maybe we should at least try the potion.

Ok, let´s try Yoyo´s quackery.

It´s not mine,
it´s uncle Anton´s tea.

Whatever. Pour it!

Shouldn´t we murmur something?

Just think intensely about what you
want to dream... the rest will come on its own.

So - to uncle Anton!

And to granny!
- To granny!

Shit...

I wonder what we are
going to dream about after this.

A real collective dream?
- Don´t spook us.

Sometimes I can´t stop
the flow of things,

I just float above the countryside,

to the heavens I´ll fly
like a bird...

...nothing can drag us
back to earth...

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.