Here we go.
Okay.
Danek, look this way. Okay?
Face that way.
- Are you asleep?
- I can't sleep.
So, did you go over yesterday?
I did.
So what did you get up to?
We talked and stuff like that.
And did he kiss you?
- Actually he did.
- Where?
Right here.
Where? I can't see.
You know, here.
Oh, I get it. And how was it?
It was gentle.
He's very gentle. And kind.
I'm seeing him again tomorrow.
I see.
Are you looking forward to it?
I really am.
I might go to sleep now.
Good night, then.
INNOCENCE
Good morning, children.
I'm Dr Arms-And-Legs.
First, I need to count
how many of you are here.
Here we go.
One, two, three,
eight, nine, ten, eleven,
fifty, fifty-one,
fifty-two,
sixty-eight exactly.
- Jaundice, anyone?
- Me.
One jaundice coming up.
How about a scarlet fever? There you go.
Let me hear what you're thinking.
I couldn't say out loud
what you're thinking about!
When I break my arm
and it swings like this,
I just straighten it up
and make it stay there.
And while I'm here, I just might...
go for a little swim, if you don't mind.
Good morning.
- Good morning, Doctor.
- Hello, Mrs Pokorna.
Come in, Olinka.
Lida!
Yeah? I'm still getting changed.
- How did you get on today?
- Not too bad.
- It's always a full house here.
- I know.
Put that in for me.
That's what Dad always says.
That this is the only audience for me
because they can't get away.
She needs to realise
that the same thing could
happen to other girls.
That's why we need her cooperation.
She won't say any more.
She's so young and still a minor.
She's glad to be here.
She feels safe here. Unlike out there.
Don't take it so much to heart.
Want a gummy bear?
It's the last one.
So?
- Can it be fixed?
- Yes.
Use this screwdriver to push it inside.
Look how many screws are left over!
The radio won't play
if we don't put them in.
- I can't...
- Use the other one.
Hello. You're still here?
- Running late?
- I will be.
I can take him for you.
- That would be great.
- Hi, Danek.
- No, no, no.
- Yes.
- By car.
- Okay.
Let's pack you a snack.
What would you like to drink?
Milk.
You can go with Auntie now.
- We'll go by car.
- I'll get his tablet.
- Wait, we'll get your tablet.
- No, no, no.
Bye-bye now. Be good.
Thank you. See you. Thanks.
Who's that? Where am I? Here I am.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Hello, Danek. Hello.
- Where's Milada?
- At work. I don't mind.
- Bye, Danek.
- Thanks.
- See you.
- Bye, Danek.
What will we do?
- Hello.
- Hello, Bodie. I mean, Doyle.
- I can't remember who's who.
- Coffee?
No, thank you. See you later.
Bye.
Let's go.
- What's wrong?
- By car.
Okay, but I'll do the driving.
Let's go.
Hang on, we have to take our stuff.
I'll take your bag.
See you.
- By car.
- Sure. Let's go.
- On foot?
- By car.
- See you, guys.
- Bye.
Is there any wine left, little clown?
- Have a look.
- Sure, Dad.
- Anybody else want something?
- No, thanks.
Cheers!
What is it? You want to call Mum?
Is that it?
There you go. I've put your story on.
I'll pick this up.
Good night. Sleep tight.
It's time for bed. See you.
What is this?
It's potato salad. You like it.
Why does it have peas in it?
Tereza likes peas.
Sorry, I forgot Mum never put them in.
I can take them out.
- I'm not a child.
- I'll cut it for you.
- If it's tough I won't have it.
- It's tender chicken.
What's new at the hospital, Tomas?
How do you mean?
How about Dr Simek?
Has he been promoted yet?
Do you mean Professor Lebeda?
Dr Simek died two years ago.
Remember his funeral?
How badly his daughter-in-law
played the violin?
- Violin?
- Yeah.
It's terrible how much
this crown bothers me.
Every mouthful is torture.
And we're a family of doctors.
You should have been
a dentist, not a clown.
At least I work in a hospital.
That's the worst part of it.
The shame of it all made you go grey.
You could have been somebody
like your sister or Tomas over here.
- Tereza will be a doctor.
- Come on, Grandad.
I've made my will, you know.
If you get into medicine
you'll inherit the lot.
And my brother?
You'll have to look after him.
- Thanks a lot.
- Tereza...
- I want to be a vet.
- What's that?
By the way, Mum, I
hope Dan won't be back.
No, he'll stay with Lada.
- He bothers you?
- I don't like him around my friends.
- Why?
- He hangs around.
Who's that?
Do we have to talk about
it now in front of Dad?
I'll get it.
Hello. Happy birthday.
Thanks.
- Hello, Danek.
- Hello.
- I'm sorry he's back early.
- That's all right.
- Come.
- Come in.
You said tomorrow.
I got a call from work.
They need me. Sorry.
- Has he eaten?
- A snack bar.
Okay. Thanks.
- Hello, Danek. Hi there.
- Hello, pal.
- Want a schnitzel?
- No.
Really? And some salad?
You said he wouldn't be here today.
Lada had to go to work.
I don't care. It's my fifteenth birthday.
What can I do?
- Should I cancel?
- He's your brother.
Don't worry. We'll manage somehow.
We'll entertain him and you'll have fun.
- Wine. - You'll
have wine with Grandad?
- Wine...
- Is that it?
- What will your giraffe have?
- Wine.
Police! Get down! Hands behind you!
- I said behind you!
- Cuff them.
Lie still, gentlemen. Nice and still.
- Good morning.
- Hello.
Excellent!
My compliments.
Let's go... Excellent!
Good work, girls. Stick to the green.
Keep going, keep going!
Brief and empty, the
days before we met.
My successor will not
surpass me. Ariadne
Excellent work! My compliments.
I'm the winner! Let's start again.
Great move.
In case you're getting
cold, I have the sauna on.
I'm going to make a wish.
Tereza, we love you very much.
All the best and allow me to...
What's wrong? Too wet?
- How long have you been here?
- Not long.
- Still partying?
- No.
Lida's working and
the girls went bowling.
Danek is asleep. I didn't expect you.
Come in for a coffee.
Tomas has gone to the hospital.
I see.
A coffee is just what I need.
Thanks.
Do you need a gardener?
I miss the garden.
Are you seeing anyone?
Do they mind ants in their sleeping bag?
No.
I don't want to disgust anyone again.
You felt embarrassed
when I played the guitar.
Or played volleyball.
Have you been away lately?
Not for a long time.
The guys are married, they work.
They go on family holidays.
You look good.
Are you happy? Doing
well together, aren't you?
Look, Lada...
from now on, we'll pick up
Dan from school ourselves.
You don't mind seeing me, do you?
He minds, right?
- Will you wake Danek?
- Sure.
Do you want me to carry it?
How about two the same? Are there any?
Good.
Mine's electric.
Let's go.
I'm coming with you.
Exactly. Come on.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Here's his bag.
- His mum will pick him up.
- I'll make a note.
- Or her husband.
- Fine.
- See you. -
Say bye-bye.
How about a hug?
Goodbye.
Hello, Lada.
- Hello.
- I'm glad you're here.
I'll give you a hand. Need a lift?
- To the station would be good.
- What's in here?
Are you seeing anyone?
How did it go today?
Good.
I captured their attention...
then they applauded...
It was good.
I'm not.
And you?
Neither am I.
But I don't mind.
Neither do I.
Have you been reading my emails?
I didn't ask you anything.
I took your head and
pulled it to my breasts.
I offered you my nipples
and placed your hand inside my panties
so you could feel
how much I wanted you.
- What is that?
- I don't know.
So you don't know who it's from?
I really don't.
Does it sound like she doesn't know you?
Or is she trying to get to know you?
Well, it must be some kind of joke.
Sheltered by leaves, in the scent
of darkness, two forces united.
A white stream entered the
quiet of my underbelly. Ariadne.
What nonsense. Who is that?
Ariadne, King Minos' daughter
who gave Theseus a ball of wool...
Stop it. I really don't
know who it's from.
My dear, little, unrepeatable,
from the start unbeatable,
undeceivable seller of rain.
My great and small
totally defeated victor,
break into me, fire the
charge and raid my insides.
Glue me down finally like a stamp.
Lick me like a postage stamp.
Stick me where I belong.
- Don't ask whether you may...
- Come here, Milada.
Don't do this.
It's nonsense.
Lift your leg.
Straighten your legs.
Olinka, I'm sorry to say this
but it looks like we have to part.
Your leg has healed beautifully.
It shouldn't feel any different now.
If we continue your
rehabilitation as we've been doing,
the pain will disappear as well.
- Any pain?
- No.
- I don't want to go home.
- You don't?
- This doesn't hurt?
- No.
You prefer to be in a
room with little kids
who watch the same
fairytale over and over?
- Any pain?
- No.
I want to stay here.
My leg is still sore.
You did have a compound
fracture, twice reset.
It will hurt from time to time.
I hate it at home.
What are you saying?
What would your mum think?
I don't want to go home.
I'm scared to go home.
But you weren't scared of the operation.
It's my mum.
You're afraid of your mum?
I didn't fall out of a tree.
- She made that up.
- Just a minute.
Why would she do that?
Because she threw me down the stairs.
I don't want to go home.
I'm scared she'll do it again.
Go to your room now and wait there.
The doctor and I need to talk.
But I want to stay.
We'll have a chat and
see what we can do, okay?
Off you go, Princess.
She's lying.
- You think she made that up?
- It's all lies.
- None of it is true.
- Really?
She's been telling me
some incredible stories.
She'll be a writer. She has talent.
She wrote something and
gave it to me to read.
- About some Ariadne.
- Who?
That's what she calls herself
in the stories she writes.
That's what she does.
- Doctor...
- Hello.
I know it's not much
but please accept this.
- You shouldn't have.
- You did a fantastic job.
She walks beautifully.
She's told me how kind you all were,
how much you've helped her.
- I don't know how to thank you.
- Thank you.
Betyna!
- You have golden hands.
- Mrs Pokorna...
Could I have a word with Olinka?
- Is anything wrong?
- It's just a formality.
Come with me.
Here's something for
you. Something little.
It smells lovely. Thank you.
Thank you.
Why are you doing this?
Would you like to explain?
- Why do you write to me?
- I don't.
Haven't you written to me?
- So it wasn't you.
- No.
I see. It wasn't you,
it was Ariadne, right?
Who's that?
You will stop writing to me.
No more letters from Ariadne.
Understood?
One more letter and there'll be trouble.
Now get going.
I don't want you here again. Get out.
Are you joking? I can't do that.
It's no joke.
You can do it.
We'll get something
to eat and we can talk.
But I know them. I'm not impartial.
It's not against the law.
You're a policeman, not a judge.
That doesn't make it right.
I've known you for eighteen years.
So what?
We're friends and I won't
force you into anything
but I can still call you an idiot.
Have you forgotten what
that guy did to you?
He cheated on you when you
were barely in the door.
He screwed your wife, got her pregnant
and moved into your place.
You were left with your handicapped son.
Am I wrong?
You were friends, childhood buddies,
and he does that to you?
It wasn't illegal but he
did rob and humiliate you.
Lada, he pissed and
spat on your entire life.
That was fifteen years ago
and you're still not over it.
Do I need to tell you whose
photo is in your wallet?
It's our chance to get him.
He can't lie his way
out of the facts we have.
It's fate.
You know what?
Make it my birthday present.
Take this case on as a gift to me.
Is it your birthday?
Today?
Yes.
- Why aren't you with your family?
- Neither of us could be stuffed.
What will it be?
Will you take it?
Come on.
Another half hour or so.
- The open diary was on her bed?
- Yes.
- So you read it and rang us.
- Yes.
Did you notice any change in Olinka
during the time she was hospitalised?
Before she went in she
seemed more infantile.
Now she's more grown up.
In the past, has she ever
fallen in love with an older man
such as a teacher or even your partner?
Definitely not.
The two of us have always
been like best friends.
She used to tell me everything.
She would have said something
and in any case, I
never bring anyone home.
We live alone.
So you had no secrets.
- No.
- It's the first one.
- That's her computer?
- Yes.
Can I see?
- Sure.
- Make a recording.
Glue me down finally like a stamp.
Lick me like a postage stamp.
Stick me where I belong
and don't ask whether you may.
To embrace and not run away.
To kiss your eyes,
the palms of your hands,
your wings.
To have no fear of sailing
through your tropical zone.
To fit into you like a page in a book
and allow myself to
be printed on both sides.
To fall into you,
to flow through you,
to become one stream.
That's what I'm afraid
of. That's what I want.
Come and sit down.
- He'll be right here.
- Thank you.
This is Dr Blahova, a psychologist.
Take a seat.
Would you like a drink?
There we go.
You said that you and Dr Kotva
had been alone together at his home.
- Is that true?
- Yes.
So you'd be able to describe the house?
Yes.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Major Bares, criminal police. Mrs Kotva?
Yes.
Your husband has been accused
of the sexual abuse of a minor.
We need to search the scene of the crime.
Can we come in?
- Can I call him?
- Sure.
If he doesn't agree to
it we'll get a warrant.
The outcome will be the same.
Who hadn't switched off their phone?
It's me, actually. Please excuse me.
Come in.
- Hello.
- Hello.
What's meant to have taken place here?
Do you have a pool?
This way.
- Excuse me, Doctor.
- What is it?
The police are here.
They're in my office.
I see. Can you take over, please?
Doctor, could you please...
My attendance. Thanks.
I often used to say
look here, it can't be done.
You can't just...
- Hello. What's happening?
- Hello.
It's nothing, don't
worry. We're not sure yet.
- Is Lida at home?
- She's out with Grandad.
Tomas? The house is full of cops.
Listen to me.
I'm at a police station, under arrest.
The whole thing is pure nonsense.
I'll call you when I can.
I have to hand in my phone.
Maybe you can call Lada.
I don't have to.
He's the one in charge here.
Turn to your left and look at the wall.
So...
We'll hang on to Olinka's
computer and diary
as evidence.
We played table tennis and used the pool.
- The sauna as well?
- Um...
Were you naked or wearing swimmers?
We had our swimmers on.
- Did he bring any alcohol?
- No, juice.
Juice... And did he try to touch you?
What can you tell me?
Could she be a compulsive liar?
It's hard for me to say.
I didn't know her that well.
- Were there any family problems?
- No.
- Did she talk about him often?
- Yes.
- Every night.
- Every night?
- Was she in love with him?
- Yeah.
- Sure?
- Yeah.
Was she the only one
you brought to your place
or are we going to find out
that there were lots of others?
Olinka has never been inside the house.
It's all nonsense.
She told us she'd been
inside and knows the place.
- Do you know this place?
- Yes.
Excuse me for a moment...
I asked you to stay upstairs, please.
Thanks.
Yes, I know it.
Were you only down here
or upstairs as well?
- Only down here.
- Only here...
I note that from her position
the victim can't see the living area.
Olinka, could you
describe the living room?
What's on the right
and what's on the left?
On the right is the kitchen and
a raised floor with a bookshelf.
On the left side is a window
with a view to the pool.
Let's go inside.
I can say that on the
right is the kitchen
as described by the victim.
Beyond is a raised floor
containing bookshelves
as the victim said.
Let's go on.
What time was it when Dr
Kotva brought you here?
Midday.
He didn't bring me, I came by myself.
That was before my second operation.
The hospital was being painted
so all treatments were moved.
Was anyone else at home?
We were alone.
- What happened next?
- He told me to sit down.
Where?
Where did the doctor sit?
Here as well.
Peter, can you sit there?
What happened next?
Tomas... I mean, the doctor...
asked if I wanted a drink.
And then he wanted to have a look at me.
- Have a look at what?
- As usual, the way I walk.
- Show us how.
- You want to see?
Yes.
Hang on. Were you meant to get undressed?
Sure.
So he could see how my leg,
spine and hip were doing.
How far did you have to undress?
To my underpants.
You don't need to get undressed.
So you had to walk for him. Show us how.
What happened next?
Then we did the therapy.
The same as always or
something different?
Well...
He asked me to have a shower first.
I see.
And then it was the usual.
- No.
- So it wasn't like at the hospital?
Was it different?
It's important.
- It doesn't matter.
- Yes, it does.
We need to know whether
the therapy was different.
Different from the hospital therapy.
Tomas didn't hurt me in any way.
It was beautiful.
Wonderful.
Tomas loves me and I love him.
Good... So what was so
beautiful, so wonderful?
Describe it for us.
Did you hear what I said?
Inspector, I think
that's enough for one day.
I suggest we leave it there.
Excuse me, just one more question.
Can you describe the bathroom
where you allegedly had the shower?
Yes.
Grey tiles,
white marble floor,
dots on the shower curtain,
a mirror.
Examination fully confirmed the
foregoing statement of the victim.
Hello.
Lada, what's going on here?
Please refer to the
court order I gave you.
We're here to verify a witness statement.
I mean a victim's statement.
- That's all we can tell you.
- Is she the victim?
- Who's responsible?
- You're asking?
If you don't know, then
I feel very sorry for you.
Ask her who's been sending
crazy emails to Tomas
using the name Ariadne.
Please calm down. Naturally
we know about the emails.
- Have you been checking on us?
- No, that's not my job.
When we're done with
Olinka you'll have your say.
Are you saying you're
taking her seriously?
She's mentally ill.
She's not the one who's sick.
Lada, wait here with Mrs Pokorna.
Mrs Kotva, let's continue.
On no account are you
to come back with Dad.
He mustn't find out. Okay?
Fine. Bye. See you.
I wouldn't mind going home.
A bit further. Walking is good for you.
I know, but...
And in her hand she held a cup.
Ah, my dear girl
said the beggar woman,
I'm so hungry.
I haven't had a morsel of
bread since this morning.
Would you give me a
little bit of your bread?
"Why ever not" said the girl.
You can have the whole lot,
I don't have far to go.
A doctor needing social isolation.
Hello.
- Sorry to turn up so late.
- No problem.
Can I come in for a minute?
Sure, come in.
I didn't come here alone.
Can both of us come in?
Come in.
Thank you.
Hello.
- Would you like some coffee?
- No, thanks.
We came...
We came because Milada
thinks the investigation
might have been started
for personal reasons.
I didn't ask to be involved.
I don't believe you.
Do you think I reported him?
Now he's under arrest so he
can't influence any witnesses.
- I can't fix that.
- As if you would have!
I had no choice in the matter.
That's not true. I know him.
But I never took you for a
stubborn, pathetic, vengeful sod.
Take it easy, Milada.
Can you imagine how we feel?
What Tereza is going through?
We haven't told Dad yet.
Until things blow over,
we're saying Tomas is away.
As a psychologist, you can...
No, no, he's a cop. Just an ordinary cop.
You know Tomas, you know he
wouldn't do a such a thing.
We all think we know other people.
Our friends, our wives...
But Tomas...
He's a rehabilitation
physician, a doctor.
He comes in contact
with a lot of children.
And teenagers.
He has to touch them.
It's part of his work.
I often go to his place of work.
I see what he achieves with them.
If Tomas ends up in prison
our whole family will simply fall apart.
You just can't let a crazy
girl do something like that.
What an opportunity, right?
To do what?
The work...
The work of a rehabilitation
physician involves touching his patients.
He needs to touch them all over
to get them moving again,
to get them walking.
To make them well again.
He can't be worried that one of
his patients might be a nutcase
who falls in love and makes up stories.
That's how it is.
That never occurred to you, did it?
Why did we even come?
The girl is lying. You
do know that, don't you?
- She's lying.
- It's not for me to say.
You wouldn't believe the cases
I have to deal with every day.
Fathers who... Never mind.
My job is simply to validate statements.
What are you playing at?
What's with the pathetic legalese?
For fifteen years I've been trying
to finally get you out of my life
while you've been looking
for cracks to seep back in.
You're the nutcase here.
You should get help.
I might talk like a
lawyer but I'm not one.
I'm just a dumb detective
who happens to have to deal
with conflicting statements.
I can't help it if the
girl insists on her version.
If she's lying, which I tend to believe,
and she has no witnesses,
then it can't...
Do you cops ever take into account
the statements of the wives
of unjustly accused men
or only those of psychopaths
and their mothers?
Do you? Well, I can give you one.
Tomas is a normal, healthy man
who engages in normal,
satisfying sexual activity.
I should know.
- Do you understand me?
- Perfectly.
I'll go on just to make sure you do.
For a long time I had no idea
how wonderful good sex can be.
It didn't do a thing for me.
Really? Is that it?
Is this what makes the world go round?
I used to think I wasn't
normal, that I had some problem.
And then I met Tomas.
A normal, healthy man who
knew what to do with me.
So that's what he did.
And at least a thousand times since.
And each time I say, thank God for that.
Thank God for that.
Congratulations.
Let me sum up.
Nobody can provide a
more expert assessment
regarding the sexual
behaviour of Dr Kotva.
That's good.
What is?
To have such an expert assessment.
Can't you see it?
Has it ever occurred to you
that it could be an advantage
to have me on the case?
That I won't allow false
rumours to leak out.
That I'll keep an eye on what
should be considered proof.
I told you.
I apologise on her behalf.
She's desperate. She didn't mean it.
Do you think...
the girl...
is honest and you believe her?
I don't know.
I'd like not to believe her.
Are you saying that
you think Tomas did it?
See you later.
See you.
Come in, Olinka. You can
come too, Mrs Pokorna.
Hello.
The public prosecutor and the
defendant's legal representative.
Lada, you take Olinka.
Mrs Pokorna, you stay here.
Let's go.
Olinka...
Let's finally untangle the string
and get out of this labyrinth.
Agreed?
I'm going to read you something.
I didn't ask you anything.
I took your head and
pulled it to my breasts.
I offered you my nipples
and placed your hand inside my panties
so you could feel how much I wanted you.
I used my tongue to taste
every enticing part of you.
As far as we know you
made five such annotations.
Six, including this one.
Does that mean you and Dr
Kotva, or Tomas, as you call him,
made love on six occasions?
No.
So how many times?
I can't remember.
Can't remember how often, or if ever?
I can't remember how many times.
Can you tell me what
it means to make love?
You don't know?
Imagine I'm a child
or an extraterrestial
and I don't know what people in love do.
That's crazy. Are you five years old?
If you can't tell me,
I can get someone else.
I don't know how to say it. Intercourse?
That's just a word.
It can mean many different things.
If I say a table, you
imagine a table, right?
If I say a fairytale,
I could mean a lie.
I will now say something on
the basis of what you wrote.
I don't want to say it but I have to.
And I'll say it in the way people
will speak in the courtroom.
So...
Do you claim that Tomas
repeatedly penetrated you with his sex organ
and had intercourse with you?
That's disgusting.
Answer me.
Is this how you'd describe
making love to your wife?
As intercourse?
Olinka, I'm trying to help you.
Simply say yes or no.
Then no.
That's not what we did.
We made love and that's something else.
I'll tell you what's something else.
Something else is a caress
or a kiss. That's different.
A cuddle is also something else.
But Olinka, all that is
hugely different from...
Olinka...
This is your last chance
to take it all back.
I promise everything will be okay.
Yes. We did do it.
And I wanted it to happen.
Fine.
But the thing is, you're fourteen.
You're still a minor.
And three quarters.
Fourteen and three quarters.
So now it's a crime but
it won't be in September?
Exactly.
Where will you dump me?
Into some psych unit?
I don't know.
So?
Did it happen?
Repeatedly?
Is that your final word?
- Do you know what this is?
- Paper.
It's a medical report.
Your medical report.
- Do you know what it says?
- No.
It says that you've never made love.
Not with Dr Kotva, nor with anyone else.
That's good.
- What is?
- That you think that.
It's not what I think. It's what I know.
And now I know that you're making it up.
- Tell me why.
- They'll let Tomas go?
- So now you care?
- Can I see him?
I doubt he'd want to see you.
We'll see about that.
You need your bottom spanked.
But unfortunately I can't do that.
My naked bottom?
I don't know.
There's no reason to hold him any longer.
I recommend release.
You have one expert
report but I have another.
But she's a virgin. It's all absurd.
Don't do this for me.
According to my expert
there's another possibility.
It's unlikely, but it exists.
If a guy has a very short wick
and the girl's hymen is
deep inside and it's firm,
no defloration occurs and
a doctor would know that.
And as you know,
sexual abuse isn't
limited to penetration.
It would've been mentioned.
- But he was never examined.
- Why not?
- He did loads of tests.
- But nobody measured him.
You want to measure his dick?
When really, as the victim
of some liar's obsession,
he deserves an apology?
This came from the public prosecutor.
If it's longer than
mine, which is likely,
he's off the hook.
I'd never forgive him if he did it to me.
Why are you worrying about
his forgiving you anything?
Fine, do it. Just get
him home by tonight.
Think about this.
Clearly, she knows the house
because she's been there.
Had she been seen he'd have a witness.
But nobody saw her. How
can you explain that?
But the whole thing is nonsense.
We know it and the others will too.
- And if it isn't?
- What?
What if it isn't all nonsense?
What are you saying?
- Tomas has been acting strangely.
- How?
He's been visiting
those obscene websites.
They're just pictures.
Guys get off and it's over with.
He hardly sleeps with me now.
What's hardly?
I can't remember the last time.
That doesn't mean anything.
I told him it wasn't appropriate
to go in the sauna with
Tereza and her friends.
You know what you're
saying? He's a doctor.
He looks at nudity differently
than the rest of us.
Maybe he's going
through a mid-life crisis
and he's too embarassed to tell you.
Or he's over-worked or
under a lot of stress.
All men go through it at that age.
I guarantee Tomas is above board.
He's above board.
You're going through a nightmare
and any wife in your
situation would do the same.
But it ends there.
You've faced it and
that's that. Now erase it.
How do you know?
How can you be so sure?
How can you give guarantees?
Because I know Tomas. He's simply Tomas.
But you have no experience
with men. You're afraid of them.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
Where did you say Tomas went?
To Japan.
You see, if you didn't play at clowns
you could have been going too.
I know.
Next, please.
Come in.
Hello.
This is never a pleasant situation.
It's made easier by the fact
that we're both doctors and
understand the consequences.
- True.
- Good.
There are two options for
stimulation should you need it.
- Photos and a video.
- Thanks.
I need to measure you
at rest and then erect.
I see you don't get bored around here.
I'll have to take the measurements.
- Hello.
- Hello, Lada.
- Coming in?
- No.
I'm here officially.
A girl from Tereza's class
has run away from home.
Why are you shouting? I can hear.
Sorry.
- I wonder if you've seen her.
- What's that?
- Have you seen her?
- This one?
No...
Hang on.
She's been here.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Is Dr Kotva at home?
Tereza, you have a visitor.
There's nobody at home.
Did you need something?
She needed to use the toilet.
So you let her inside?
Of course.
Radka...
Sixteen.
Slightly above average so
everything seems to be okay.
You're out of trouble. Congratulations.
She got scared about what she'd started
and just started fibbing.
Why do you think she did it?
She's compensating for
not having a father around.
She denies reality and creates her own.
It's a classic example of transference.
Just because you helped her.
A man being kind to her was
something she wasn't used to.
If you have experience with such cases
why did you believe her?
Liars like her can be very convincing.
They live in their
altered reality for years.
I'm sorry.
Are you looking for someone?
You have to tell me about
it. I'm really interested.
He's tired, he'll tell you tomorrow.
- Very well.
- I'll get it ready.
Hey!
- It's a party!
- What?
We're having a party.
What are you doing up there? What?
Why are you doing that?
We've looked forward to
you coming home so much
that now we're going to have a party.
Stop it.
Come on.
Stop it.
Did you hear me?
I'm just so happy that you're innocent.
- Stop it.
- And that it wasn't true.
- Go to bed.
- Why should I?
- Go.
- Why? Dad's asleep.
- Go to bed.
- Go yourself.
- Tereza!
- What?
- Go to bed.
- Okay.
Listen, Zdravko...
It doesn't look good.
The girl found in your bathroom...
It seems you're resposible.
She was fifteen.
I'm hungry.
It's my right to be given food.
There you are.
Last time it needed salt, didn't it?
Oh, God. Sorry about that.
Listen to me, you worthless shit.
You're going to write down all
the names and contact details
or you'll get this well-seasoned
soup until you happily lap it up.
And you'll keeping eating it
until it destroys your kidneys
and you start pissing blood.
Is that clear?
Enjoy your meal.
Don't take it personally.
It's not just this. It's
everything. I've had it.
I need more in my life
than just futility.
- What will you do?
- No idea.
I'll go back to psychology,
offer counselling.
Just the place to meet
well-adjusted go- getters.
I don't know...
I'll go camping somewhere
and clear my head.
Off you go then and I'll
see you in two weeks.
- Hello, Mr Rajchrt.
- Hello.
- Can I have the key, please?
- Your wife took it.
- Where are we, supposedly?
- I'm at a rehersal.
- And you?
- Doing an operation.
This is the spot.
What spot?
- The scene of the crime.
- Here, was it?
This is where, in the summer of '95,
I murdered my sister, Milada.
What are you saying?
I took all the candles in the cottage
and used the wax to fashion a doll.
She had proper arms, legs, and hair.
I used Milada's real hair
and then I pierced the doll
with all the pins and needles
I had in my emergency kit.
With every stab I made a
wish that Milada would die.
I wished for her to fall while abseiling
or for her boat to capsize,
for her to stop existing.
Thank God none of that happened.
Nobody died.
Yes, they did.
- Somebody did die.
- Who was that?
I did.
I died here that day.
You scary little thing,
you're making me afraid.
You're right to be afraid.
On this spot you said
those beautiful words to me
about not hurting people.
Remember?
And about resposability
and the burden you carry.
Do you remember?
You wished things had been
different but they couldn't be
because Milada was pregnant
to you and was leaving Lada.
You, the knight in shining
armour, the real man,
you chose to stand by her at
the cost of a life with me.
I was fourteen.
Then you went back to the
fire, played your guitar
and I heard you and I
wasn't even allowed to cry.
Not even that.
And then I decided
that it never happened,
that I wouldn't accept it, that
it wasn't real, wasn't true.
That I'd go on doing things
like we'd done until then.
And you allowed it to happen.
We kept on sleeping together.
During the night patrol, in
the cottage and outside again.
You called it saying goodbye.
You didn't want to hurt me
and cause more suffering.
Maybe you were waiting
for my flame to go out.
You didn't know
you were making love to someone
who was capable of anything.
Is there any wine left, little clown?
Sorry. Of course there is.
You're permeable like a sieve
and you're sifting for
nuggets of experience.
You're afraid of death. I'm not.
Maybe you thought you'd help
me to stand on my own two feet.
You're still doing it,
helping people to walk.
But sometimes you need to break
them before you can fix them.
And all those years,
every day and every night,
I wished you'd leave Milada
and Tereza and be with me.
For something to happen to
them, for them not to be,
for you to be with me.
You allowed such thoughts
to keep coming to me.
You never tried to help me.
- Bye.
- See you.
You don't know how to
say goodbye, do you?
It can be so hard and you
don't want anyone to suffer.
You don't want to lose
anything or anyone.
- Where's Danek?
- Asleep.
You're a listener and
that's to your advantage.
You're playful but you
don't know how to lose.
You've led a charmed life. So far.
Five years later, it was over.
I remember exactly when it happened.
It was a warm October
day not unlike today
and my sister asked me to
take Tereza to pre-school.
If only she knew, if she
suspected what I was thinking
while I was taking your child to pre
- school.
It was unusually calm and quiet
as if everyone had hidden from me,
as if I'd contracted
some infectious disease.
Then I realised that I
wasn't living my own life
and that you weren't my husband.
And the only thing left
for me was to do penance.
I quit medicine, became a blood donor,
distributed
meals-on-wheels,
started making dolls for UNICEF,
went to bed with boys nobody else loved.
I left the drama group and
started acting for sick kids,
kids who were helpless, disabled, dying.
Now you have two balls.
I chose places others wouldn't walk into
and I played the clown and made jokes.
Enough.
Enough? I'll take the bubbles away.
I'll catch every one of them. I'm sorry.
Every single one.
I, a coward by nature,
witnessed so much suffering.
In the alleviation of suffering
I can say the student
had outdone her teacher.
I thought that with every passing day
I was expiating a tiny bit of my sin.
Then Dad got sick
and I was almost glad
to have this new task.
To take out for walks and
clean the nose of a man
for whom I was the source
of disappointment and contempt.
That's what Dad always says.
That this is the only audience for me
because they can't get away.
But I knew he was right
to hold me in contempt.
I'm sorry. Do you hear me?
Then I realised something terrible.
That it was just a
pretence, just make believe.
That my reason for all the
torture was entirely different.
I was doing it only to be
with you, to be near you.
That's what nourished me, kept me alive.
Tomas, nobody knows you like I do.
I know your every gesture.
Your every expression.
The meaning of each intonation.
I know when you lie, when
you're hiding something,
when you pretend or when
you're being yourself.
For fifteen years I've done
nothing but look inside you.
Milada doesn't know who
she's living with. Luckily.
You can't hide from me.
You wouldn't betray me, would you?
I saw her.
Who?
The young girl.
I went to have a look at her.
Did you sleep with her?
You did?
Stop it, please.
I don't sleep with kids.
When we started sleeping
together I was younger than her.
I loved you.
You don't love me anymore?
Is she better? Is she good?
What's she like? Tell me.
Does she give you blow jobs?
Tell me.
Better than me?
I don't know any other
way. You taught me how.
If you don't stop I'll
go this very minute.
Why didn't the police
ask me any questions?
Why should they have?
Because I know a lot about you.
I could have told them
lots of things about us.
If you don't stop, I really will go.
- No, you won't.
- I will.
- No.
- I will.
Don't go home. I'll call Milada.
I'll call her.
I'll call her to say that we're here,
that we're going to bed
together and making love.
- Stop it, Lida.
- I'll tell her everything.
The abortions, everything.
- Stop it, Lida.
- Fuck me.
Or do you only fuck
fourteen-year-olds now?
Stop it!
Lida, stop it.
Stop! Stop!
Don't scratch!
Calm down.
Stop this, Lida. It's sick.
We'll have to give this up.
- Hear me?
- You don't love me.
I do, but we have to stop.
I'm sure you feel it too. Stop it, Lida.
You can feel it too.
See you tomorrow, at home. Okay?
Good.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Hello.
XY
- drowned female
In a nutshell.
The cause of death is drowning
with signs of strangulation.
The traces of sperm
indicate sexual intercourse
before she went in the water.
We found some tissue under her nails
so if it matches the sperm
you have the culprit's DNA.
She wouldn't have done that herself.
She and her husband have
been coming for years.
- Her husband?
- Yes, Dr Kotva.
I haven't been there for fifteen years.
Are you saying you haven't
been at the lake recently?
I certainly haven't. Why?
Is that your final word?
It is.
That's enough for me.
What's up?
Lida is dead.
What?
Someone killed her.
Who?
Whoever had sex with her just beforehand.
Open your mouth.
My dear Tomas,
I'm waiting for you.
I don't even know why.
I don't know what we'll say.
What we can express.
How hard I should try.
Stop.
Turn to your right.
After many years I'm being paid back
for all the sleepless nights.
Go in your cell.
The furrows are levelled,
the harvest is in
but to watch you or
casually touch your hand
or make you laugh with my funny voice
is so dear to me,
so cosily familiar,
that I simply wait.
I wait with love
you don't reciprocate
and which I'm starting to hide.
Come and see how
clumsily I'm trying to hide
something so obvious
and which would make you laugh.
Darling, twelve years
isn't such a long time.
I'll wait for you.
Yesterday I found a
poem by Vladimir Holan.
Though you keep
getting away from me,
you are my constant presence.
Just as a waterfall,
constantly drained of its water,
firmly remains in the same spot.
I'm with you, look after yourself.
I'm with you, look after yourself.
Forever, yours.
Forever, yours.