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Rondo (1966)
RONDEAU
Starring: RADIO PROGRAMME A MOTORCYCLE RADIO PROGRAMME RADIO PROGRAMME I was afraid you wouldn't come. - We set a date. That means something. Of course it does. So many stairs and corridors, you can get lost. I know this place. There was a bar on the 1st floor, before the war. My class was the last who had their prom dance there. -You're that old? Who'd say? Neda, this is Mr. Bakran. Mladen Bakran, my wife. -Nice to meet you. Mr. Bakran is a judge. County court judge? -Yes. Neda, Mr. Bakran and I agreed to make a little experiment. Fedja, you're rude. -Why? - Why didn't you tell me earlier? On purpose. I thought he would not come. I didn't want to jinx it. Sorry, I'm a bit dishevelled, I didn't know about this. It's quite simple, Madam. We want to prove it's possible to spend a Sunday afternoon intelligently. Let's not waste time. Take your pick! Admit it, Madam, you had a different idea about our experiment. How you carry on! Maybe our guest wanted some rest or conversation. No rest when it comes to chess! I asked my friends so many times: "Come by. My wife will make us coffee, we'll grab a bite. " Do you think anybody ever came? Oh no! True. I don't know what is it with people nowadays, but nobody has time. And chess is like love - it requires a partner. Chess doesn't look like love to me. Lovers look each other in the eye, while chess players don't really see each other. They look at something... something away. Of course! You think Mr. Bakran came here for my pretty face? We started to talk and set a date without looking at each other. Chess is what matters. We kibitzed some pensioners' chess game until they told us to go away. You do that? -Why not? You don't surprise me, you're still immature. But you sir! Those weren't ordinary pensioners. I watched them, and I saw my own future there, very clearly. You're a piece of work. It's going to be chess all the time when you're old? And children? I'm not married, and I don't have children. -You don't? -No. Do you? We will, as soon as I get my degree. We agreed on that, right, dear? You said something, love? FEDJA HUMMING RADIO PROGRAMME Maybe I'm disturbing you. No, no, you're not, not at all. Excuse me. -Oh, sorry. -Thank you. "There will be bloodshed... " OK, you're winning, 2-0. I'm such an idiot... - Just take the move back. It's my fault. I can't see straight, been staring at the board for ages. That really wouldn't make any sense. No, please. I have... Really, this game... Unbelievable. The game is what we enjoy, not the victory. Indeed. I say we don't start a new game, we could have dinner now. Is it already so late? Well then... -What? I shouldn't be in the way. -Oh no, you're not, please sit down. Neda? Yes? -We won't let him get away until I inspect the kitchen. We must have him alive. So I have to stay? -Sorry, but you'll have to eat the meal I cooked. Don't worry, there's not much. Do you ever play for your guests after dinner? What you say! That would be, as you say in court, a premeditated crime. A manuscript, facsimile! Fedja found that in Leipzig, he worked there at the fair. He has great sense for such things, for all things. Gives me a hard time. He comes with me when I shop for clothes, goes with me to fittings, meddles in everything. But he does have an extraordinary sense. To him, printed scores don't say anything, while manuscripts sing! What if I say I want music after dinner? This particular rondeau? Then you'll have to buy the record, if you find it. You couldn't in Mozart's time... I mean, it wasn't a smash back then... Fedja, behave. -But that's exactly what our guest wanted to hear. He's right, Madam. Breaking one's promises is bad etiquette. Score left open - that's a promise. - It's not, it's a historical moment. When I met her, she was playing that very rondeau. It was a real concert. Amazing! -He's exaggerating. It was only a recital. Right when she was on, lights went out. When the concert was over, Neda demanded to see the idiot in charge of lighting. That was me. Do you play an instrument? -All of them, even though I never learned to. I'm a natural. But I know some good little girls who buried their youth in that box, and never touched it again... - But Fedja! -After they got married. I can't even whistle. I'm one of the worst sort of non-musical people: ones who always want to talk about music, as if to make up for what they lack. You'll see. I'll keep asking you to explain something, to teach me. But why should I teach you? Just listen carefully, and you'll understand. Music and you - that's enough. Guess you're right. Two is enough in all big things. Three is a crowd. That's why I never go to the cinema or theatre, and never read novels. Plot is always the same: two people either love or don't love each other, and then the third person gets in the way. That's what I always say! What's this: it's beautiful, it's gorgeous, it takes two, and the third person feels stupid and unneeded. What's that? Chess! But Fedja... I hope we see you next Sunday. -Yes, we should repeat the experiment. Today's outcome might've been an accident. -Oh no, you'll see. Whoops! BELLS CHIMING Great! So, 4 o'clock? -4 o'clock. Right... So, every night you go back to your cold bachelor's flat. I've never seen your place, but I can imagine what it looks like. If you were married, it wouldn't be cold. There'd be a woman waiting. Always the same woman? -Alas! You'll see for yourself. So long. -So long. 4 o'clock. RADIO PROGRAMME I was afraid you wouldn't come. - We set a date. That means something. Of course. Look at this weather. You want to get away. Anywhere, far away. Even the birds are getting away. I heard them last night, couldn't get to sleep. Those were quails. -So! I thought that were storks. All I know about them is they migrate. Because they carry children. No, storks migrate in daytime, and quails only in nighttime. These are starlings. They fly in large flocks. Swallows too. Cuckoos fly on their own. Really? That means cuckoos aren't chickens after all. My wife, if you recognize her. She cleaned all day, did her hair, all in honor of your visit. See, she even made me... -I see! - He's rude. Fedja, you're so rude! But Fedja! Maybe our guest wanted to rest a little. Thank you, Madam, not at all. Not at all. Don't be cross with him, he can't start a conversation. That's why nobody ever visits. I see why I didn't touch the pieces for so long, and I kept asking: "Come see us. We'll grab a bite, my wife will make us coffee". It's you! It's because of you nobody ever came! -Me? -You! You heard that? Tell me please, who's antisocial here? Sorry, but before you make me a part of your romantic arguments, you have to tell me about... the rules of the game. I'm cross with you again! You don't see that love is not like chess. There are no textbooks. You need to look at faces. Everything's there: love, happiness, hate, sadness, secrets. Yes... I'm off, things to do. You said something, love? Take the move back. -No, Fedja. - No point... -Don't make a habit of it. Take the move back. - There's no point... -Fedja! Wait! The game is what we enjoy, not the victory. Please. Please. -Alright. Shall we call it a day? Yes. Please, don't make me stay for dinner. Come on. Have fun with these! We must have him alive! So, what's the score? I lost all the games. You know, Neda, if you start to play now against my will, that could qualify as premeditated crime. Still, I'm asking you to commit that crime. I really want to hear Mozart's rondeau in A minor. Then I'll allow Fedja to whistle. Thank you very much! Where's my coat? -Where are you going? Fedja! Fedja, he's getting away! Wait! Alright, I'll stay. You shouldn't have. Really. It must've been hard to find. You took me seriously when I said you should buy the record. That means I must take you very seriously. It means I don't like to buy flowers. I'm puzzled now, but not because of the present. I'm used to getting presents, I'm rather spoilt that way. But I'm not used to people remembering what I said. It's hard to talk when words mean something. You know what I mean? With Fedja it's different: we talk, and forget about it straight away. But when you feel that somebody is actually listening and that your words stay with them, then... You know I love this instrument, but the thing is it makes noise. That's the thing with the piano too! I know only one instrument that makes music without making any noise. What's this: it has openings, or ouvertures; endgames, or fugues... We know, we know: it's chess. - Fedja... -How do you know? I don't feel like going home tonight. I get sick thinking of that room. There's nothing alive there, only a clock that plays tunes. "Eine Spieluhr", my landlady says. You never think of getting married, not even on a Sunday? There are 7 days in the week. Phone starts ringing on Monday morning. Our lady friends call to tell us how their weekends were bad, how the husbands are dull, jealous, brash, always reading papers, and so on, and so forth. I couldn't do that, live the way you do. Good for you. This is odd: I'm older, and you have a beard. A detail. But I'm a judge, you're an artist. -A craftsman. Still... I make a living off my strictness, you off your creativity. I have a salary, and you freelance, living from one day to the other, like a real adventurer. That's fine, the world needs all kinds of people. An adventurer... You're married, very happily, while I waste my time with other men's wives. Isn't that odd? You know what? I think it's out of fashion. If Casanova lived now, a man with a talent for adventure, he'd be the most faithful husband. What else should he do? No danger, no risks, no windows to jump out of, no duels... That's not a life for a man of action. -Perhaps you're right. Yes, it's repeated, I see it now. That's the part that's repeated, the theme, right? -Right, that's it. That's rondeau: everything is repeated, but it mustn't be dull. I don't like that in principle. Wouldn't it be better if composers let their imagination run free? That way we'd always get something new and different. You're a grown man, and you ask the questions I did when I was little. Here's what my teacher said: "Old masters were very strict, dear. " "They wouldn't let beauty go wild. " "They trussed it tightly, and it started to grow upwards. " "The tighter they trussed it, it grew higher". You know what else is like music? Always the same, yet never the same; always beautiful, never reliable; always dangerous, always new... and it isn't chess! My Lord, it's woman. What's this: it's beautiful, it's gorgeous, always waits for us; doesn't cost us money, so it's not a woman... Hey! -What? -I do that! -No! -Let go! This is mine, that's yours. - Let me do it my way. This is mine. Try to come up here now! These sparklers... This is nice, but imagine real fireworks. He's not joking. He's got a whole box of rockets. Great. So you'll blow us all up one day. I wanted to make them since I was a kid, to wake the whole city up. But Fedja! -Stop! -You're so rude! Where are you? I'm already looking forward to next Sunday. I don't think I'll come. I'm afraid there's no point. -Why? I didn't say I'll never come again, but... Why every Sunday? Why make a habit of it? But making habits is great! It makes us happy to know you'll come every Sunday at 4. I have something to think about the whole week: the queen's gambit with white pieces or some other move. Neda worries about the dinner and other things. At 4 we're afraid you won't come, at 4:10 we stop hoping... At 4:10 we stop hoping... Then you ring the bell and everything's alright. So? I'll come. -So long. "There will be bloodshed... " - Check. -Whoa! What's that? -What's going on? -No idea. I'm not the idiot in charge of lighting the whole street. It seems somebody wants us to play without looking. -Really? -Yes. OK. Just a moment... G-5. Mhm... G-3. -G-3. King on F-5. -Rook on D-3. But Fedja! The way you carry on! You could let Mladen rest a little. Who said I was tired? -I suppose you did some work this week. How many people did you sentence to death? None. I've been a judge in divorce cases for a long time. I thought so. I can't imagine you sentencing someone to death. I didn't always do divorce cases. So you had somebody killed? But you had to, right? That's your job. Your conscience is clean. Not entirely. Sometimes I think judges should be killed together with convicts. That's the only way to die with a clean conscience. Right! Times change. Judges are not so strict anymore. You said something, love? Really, you said something? I'm out. BELLS CHIMING DOORBELL BUZZING I was afraid you wouldn't come. He already had fever when you were last here. His eyes were bleary. You don't see that because you don't look people in the eye. You see, Mladen, you need someone to tell you: "You lost your appetite. You should see a doctor. " Or: "Your eyes are bleary, let's take you temperature. " One day that won't be necessary. We will carry electronic devices that will send data to a hospital. There will be signal lamps, and when one of them glows red, a doctor will call you and say: "'You're ill'. 'Me? No!' 'Yes you are! You've been feverish and constipated for 3 days. ' 'We'll collect you in 5 minutes. Bring your pajamas and toothbrush. '" I won't have to worry about anyone? The device will take care of it all? Right. No one will need anybody. -Can't be. A doctor told me it's happening. - Can't be! They don't know anything. There, there. Calm down, Fedja, nobody told me that. I made it all up. Come on, your move. Mladen, promise me something. Promise. -What is it? - Promise you'll go straight home. The weather is horrible. And drink some hot tea. That device hasn't been invented yet, and we won't know if you're ill. So long. Neda! Where are you? Is that the way to welcome a guest? A moment ago she was going on about how you're never coming. Now we're going to... The first rule... The last digit may be uncertain... The second rule... several digits correct... so... The first rule... The last digit may be uncertain... The first rule... Only so many digits... I'll be right back. The second rule... several digits... So? -You know you could've mated me only two moves ago? -Really? Look. You should've put your bishop here, and the king... I see. That's it. New game? -Yes, please. This is your place, sorry. -Never mind. Just turn the board. Thanks. What's the score? - Mladen is winning 1-0. That's nothing, we'll win. Right, dear? Are you sure? -I am. "There'll be bloodshed... " I almost... I give up. -It can't be! We shouldn't have switched the bishops, but it's too late now. 2-0, is it? It's going to be 3-0. No, it won't! Right, dear? That was an accident. "There'll be bloodshed... " Mate? -You're good. Did you see that, love? This is how he did it: he attacked to separate the queen and the rook, to block the rook in the corner, and then to attack with the knight... Rematch! Check him! With the queen! Why the queen, love? Isn't that the strongest piece? It can move in all directions. Correct, but the queen doesn't enter the game until the light pieces are developed... - But... -... and castling done. But look, the queen can check! Attack, attack, don't let him rest. Check. Check. Check. -That's the way! Careful, he'll take our queen. Put it back. Put it back. What now, eh? All that effort, and no gain. We checked him 3 times, that's good. And we still have the queen. By attacking the queen, he developed his light pieces and gained pace. While I wasted time on fancy moves, he got to control the centre. You see these 4 fields? Whoever controls them, wins the game. Take the move back? No. -Why not? -Don't. Let me take the move back. What is it? Real players don't take moves back. Love, how about you take my place and play yourself? One moment. We didn't treat each other right today. You don't love me anymore. I just wanted you to win. It doesn't matter who wins. Besides, Mladen is a friend. Says who? How do you know what he thinks of me and you? He makes out to be someone special and profound. That's posturing! What's he really like? He's alright, he is. It's not a tragedy to lose a game to him. He's good, I sensed it straight away. He's meant to do something great. And you? Are you meant for something great? I don't know. You are, I know it. Everything he can do, you can do. I believe in you, and you humiliate me. I love you just the way you are, honey. You wanting me to change... You're good, the best. And you're my girl. Fedja, when are we going to have a baby? We're going to. Fedja... We're here. This roof. And this? -Everybody's got to make a living somehow. Whose move is it? -Mine. Tell me, Mladen, why did you want to win so badly today? I can't explain, but I wanted it indeed. I knew: whatever I wish for will come true. Good thing I didn't wish for a flood or an earthquake. Or fireworks, to wake the whole city up! You need to find someone who'll make you wish for great things. So long, Fedja. RADIO PROGRAMME RADIO PROGRAMME RADIO PROGRAMME If Mladen doesn't show up today, you'll have to play with me. If I don't play at least one game, I won't sleep well. You know I can't play chess. You know how to move the pieces, that's enough. I'll sacrifice a piece to make it easier for you. Besides, you can take every bad move back. I know, but you can't take moves back just... ...just like that. FEDJA WHISTLING RADIO PROGRAMME DOORBELL BUZZING Neda stopped hoping, but I knew you'd be dying to see what I have here. I have all sorts of surprises for you. This is just the beginning. But Fedja! Check! Erm... Neda is asleep? -No. Gotcha! Now for another surprise. Admit you didn't expect it. No, Fedja, I didn't. "There will be bloodshed... " You sell these? - Yes, it's carnival time. Neda isn't home? -No. Your move. I'm done. Calm down, My Lord! There are more surprises to come. Fedja! Let's call it a day. But why? We have our peace. Don't you just love it? My mind is wandering. I don't know, something's wrong with me today. I know what's wrong with you. It's the same thing as with Neda. The southern wind. And low pressure. Terribly low. Isn't that odd? I know one can be sensitive to weather changes, and that one can be highly strung, and so on. But why did my beard start to bother her so much? See how silly I look. What if it isn't just the weather? Something's wrong with Neda, really wrong. She locked herself inside herself and lost the key. I wanted to ask you for advice. You have more experience. Some other time, Fedja. Some other time. I have to go now. I really don't have the time today. ...now the ear... I was afraid I wouldn't find you. - It's Saturday, man! -That's why! Off you go! Go! -Come on, hurry! It's my birthday today! - On carnival day? It wasn't the carnival day when I was born. Different date each year... If you don't mind, we might celebrate at your place. I... I don't have anybody except you two. We'll celebrate alright! It will be a day to remember! You're rude. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I would've made something. Everything's here. -We'll celebrate! Watch the cake. Thank you. - Happy birthday! -Thank you. -Neda! Happy birthday, Mladen. 20, 21, 22... that's it! That's what's left from Neda's birthday. Never mind. We're celebrating the birthday of Mladen Bakran, who turns 22 today. Yes, Fedja... When he was 22, Mladen Bakran despised this bourgeois nonsense. At college, everybody feared him. He'd cut guys' long hair, legs of their trousers, hated jazz... That was a man full of ideals, completely unsceptical. I don't know. To make everybody fit the mould, your mould... Hear that, Neda? He'd cut my hair too. I would. I'd shave your head! If you were older. Happiness would ensue. Happiness? Who has so much of it that they can give some to others? I didn't look for happiness in myself. To punish the guilty, protect the innocent, be the hand of justice, that was happiness for me. That's why I became a judge. Becoming a judge was the only thing I ever wanted. You became a judge, didn't you? I did. The trouble is, the laws keep changing. That's just how things are. - I know. But verdicts remain. To you! Enough of that. Everything had to be the way it had been. I know... We accept everything nowadays. Everything just goes on. Tell me, why nobody does tragedy in art any more? Do you know why? -No. Nobody feels neither guilty nor innocent. Nobody's blamed, nobody's credited. What's this: it was created a very long time ago, its laws never change, and we always know who takes the blame, and who takes the credit. Everybody's responsible for their own destiny. Yes, Fedja, it's chess. Green! Blue! Yellow! Green! Blue! Yellow! Fedja, you can't. You need a permit for those rockets. That's the thing! Anybody can do it on bank holidays. But when you wake the whole city up, and everybody wonders: "Who's celebrating?" and we know it's us. Fedja, please, get serious for once. Aren't we in a festive mood or what! It's my birthday today, isn't it, folks? Neda, commit one little premeditated crime. Play for me. That's an idea! You're going to play for us today. You know I can't any more. - Yes, you can. Just try. But Fedja! -Just try. - But I forgot it all! Come on. You can take every tone back. Be a good little girl with stage fright, and I'll be the idiot in charge of lighting. I can't. So, Mladen, do you know now what a rondeau is? It's a piece of music in which the theme is constantly repeated, and everything's always the same. Wrong! Nothing is repeated. DOORBELL BUZZING One by one. -Quiet! Come on! Quiet! Mladen... You were right. Love is like chess after all. Every fool can make the first move, the rest is not so easy. It is easy for those who have played more games. All this time I hoped you'd make a wrong move, but you don't make wrong moves. Tell me, is it a bad thing that I love you? I don't know. What now? Come on, let's go somewhere, anywhere. Let's go somewhere, anywhere, come on. Come on, let's go. Fedja... Let's go back. Everything is closed by now. -Tonight? We can't get in uninvited. - Yes we can! We'll invite ourselves! Come back! -The whole city will know we're celebrating! The whole city! Mladen, tell him to come back, he'll listen to you. Why? We have to have him alive? You're a swine, Mladen. You don't do that to a friend. You don't do it without love. I believed I loved her. I evaded love for years, just as I evaded responsibility. That's a bit odd for a judge, eh? And then, it happened. I really believed I loved her, Fedja, when actually... I loved both of you. I'm an old man, I don't have a home, I don't like my job... I needed you both. Your life made me feel alive. If you two are not together, I don't know what I'm going to do. You're a swine, Mladen. A swine who plays chess. Plays chess very well. Come by on Sunday. My wife will make us coffee, we'll grab a bite. What's the point? -Don't be afraid, nothing can happen now. Life is good now. It gets bad on Sundays. Then, we remember. The danger is in that, not in you. Come, she'll hate you more than me. Me, who forgave her everything. Put it back. -No, it was here. - No, here, I know it was here. I'm telling you. That's where you checked me. -Put it back. Fine, if you please. It's all the same, but I know it was here. You're arguing again. THE END |
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