- Take off your clothes. - What?
I said, take off your clothes.
But you saw everything last night.
But I need to check something.
Only for three seconds.
- The bastard. - How does he do it?
One, two...
three.
I've got to go.
Don't you ever spend the night at a woman's place?
Never.
What about when a woman is at your place?
I tell her I get insomnia.
Anything.
Besides, I have a very narrow bed.
Are you afraid of women, Doctor?
Of course.
I really like you, Tomas. You are the complete opposite of kitsch.
In the kingdom of kitsch...
you would be a monster.
- No, wait. - Sabina, I've got to go.
No, wait. Wait.
Now, what am I?
A monster.
Room 6.
Here we go.
Cognac?
- Can you charge it to my room? - Yes, of course.
That's funny.
- You're in Room 6. - So?
And my shift finishes at 6:00 P.M.
And at 6:00 P.M., I have to be back in Prague.
Well...
around 6:00 P.M.
I'll be back. Wait.
Wait.
- You know, this is my bench. - Your bench?
Yes, I come here every day to read, to this same bench.
Isn't that funny?
Yes.
- What are you reading? - Anna Karenina by Tolstoy.
Yes, that Anna Karenina.
Yeah.
I would have come earlier, but my mother...
You live with your mother?
- I've checked out of my room. - Are you leaving? Yes, it's getting late.
I just came for an operation.
A colleague of mine was supposed to come... but he injured himself. So...
Well...
maybe I'll come back sometime.
Why would you come back here? It's so boring.
Nobody here reads. Nobody here discusses anything.
You know what I mean?
Yes.
Yes, I do.
Well...
Nice to meet you. Goodbye.
Tomas.
Tomas!
Are you only searching for pleasure?
Or is every woman a new land...
whose secrets you want to discover?
You want to know what she's going to say when she makes love.
Or how she will smile.
How she will whisper...
groan, scream...
Maybe the very smallest...
unimaginable details.
Tiny things that make one woman...
totally unlike any other.
What's my detail, Doctor?
Your hat, Sabina.
The hat...
comes from my grandfather's grandfather.
He lived a long, long time ago.
A long time ago.
Tomas.
What are you looking at?
Your eyes.
- Hello. - Hello.
So, you are in Prague.
I just arrived.
I have friends to see. I'm here on some business.
I'm looking for another job.
- Why don't you come in? - Are you alone?
Yeah.
Take off your clothes.
Excuse me.
I must have caught a cold on the train.
Perhaps I'd better take a look at you. Come here.
My hands cold?
- I'm very ticklish. - Does it hurt there?
Look up. Down.
Left.
Right.
Don't worry.
I'm a doctor.
A bit higher.
That's it.
Breathe.
Again.
Cough.
That's fine.
Up we go.
Everything looks fine.
Fine.
Open your mouth.
Hi.
Tomas?
They called from Geneva. They are still offering you that job.
Why should I go to Geneva? Everything's fine here.
I hope so.
You think the Russians won't interfere? Think about what happened in Hungary.
They couldn't. The world wouldn't allow it.
Besides, we have socialism with a human face.
Who could be against it?
- My patient is here. - Which one? Pigs are not allowed.
- I told him to wait in the truck. - But we will make an exception.
Hello, Doctor. You are not angry with me because I brought Mephisto?
- Look, a gift for you. - Wonderful. Thank you!
So, Pavel.
- We operated a month ago? - Yes.
- Any pains? - No.
- Dizziness? Headaches? - No. Good. You can get back to your farm.
We just need a small procedure to replace the bone flap.
What time shall I expect your visit tonight?
I'm sorry, I can't make it tonight.
Too bad.
How about tomorrow afternoon?
Tomorrow night.
So what I heard was right. Somebody has moved into your place.
- No. - I have my spies.
Goodbye, Doctor.
It's not here.
You must have come without your sock.
How could I have come without it? I wouldn't wear only one sock, would I?
You've been very absent-minded lately. Always in a hurry.
Always looking at your watch.
I'll lend you one of my stockings.
- You want me to put this on? - It's cold out, Doctor.
You think I'm doing something silly.
Maybe. How can I know?
What are you talking about?
Tereza.
If I had two lives...
in one life, I could invite her to stay at my place.
In the second life, I could kick her out.
Then I could compare and see which had been the best thing to do.
But we only live once.
Life's so light.
Like an outline, we can't ever...
fill in or correct.
Make any better.
It's frightening.
Listen, Sabina, she's looking for something to do here in Prague, and I...
You want me to help her?
She's not qualified for anything, but she takes beautiful pictures.
I was wondering if you might...
You mean...
you want me to help you.
Come on in, Tereza.
- Let's have some tea. - Yes. Why don't you fix it?
Yeah, sure.
It's very messy around here.
I always try not to get too attached to a place...
to objects...
or to people.
Tereza, come over here.
I want to show you some pictures.
- You know Man Ray? - No.
I like...
I like this one very much.
This is Lee Miller.
She's so...
She's so beautiful.
Tomas says you're a photographer.
There's so much going on in the streets to take pictures of.
I can help you get them published.
I love these pictures.
They were trying something different.
Searching for a new beauty.
Yes.
Something higher.
Here's the tea I made.
What is it? Tereza? What is it?
I had a dream.
I was at her place.
Sabina's. In her studio.
And you were making love to her.
In that big bed of hers.
You made me stand by a wall...
and not move at all.
You made me watch.
And I had such pain from seeing you...
that I started to pierce needles under my fingernails... to stop the pain in my heart.
It hurt so much.
Why did you do it to me?
It was just a dream.
Try to sleep.
- I can't sleep. - Yes, you can. Come here.
I can't fall asleep.
You can sleep. Sleep in my arms.
Like a baby bird.
Like a broom among brooms...
in a broom closet.
Like a tiny parrot.
Like a whistle.
Like a little song.
A song sung by a forest...
within a forest...
a thousand years ago.
Look! They are here! Tereza's pictures!
- Two full pages! - Thanks, Sabina!
Congratulations! They're great.
Tereza, this is my colleague Jiri, and this is the Chief.
- Hello. - I'm pleased.
Wonderful!
You've really captured a new spirit here.
You can see how everything is changing.
Not everything. Look over there.
Our comrades with the Russians.
Some people never change.
Some people are always scoundrels.
How can you tell?
I always ask myself, "Does it show in a man's face?
"Can we judge by the face of a man if he is a scoundrel or not?"
Let's look at them and see.
Scoundrel.
- Scoundrel. - Scoundrel.
Scoundrel.
- No doubt. - Definitely.
- We know you. - Scoundrel.
What would you say about Tomas?
- He's definitely a scoundrel. - Why?
Why? Is it the mouth?
The sly eyes?
No, it's carefully hidden. In the brain.
Such things are hidden in all of our brains.
- So what makes the difference? - Maybe only one-millionth part.
Maybe there is no difference.
These men don't even know if they're scoundrels or not.
Are you serious?
More than 100,000 people... were imprisoned, tortured and executed in their regime.
And now these men cry out...
that they didn't know anything.
That they were misled or manipulated.
That they were innocent.
Not innocent, but...
unaware, perhaps.
Oh, please, they had to know what they were doing.
Otherwise, it's unthinkable. It doesn't matter whether they knew or not.
- I've been thinking about Oedipus. - Good King Oedipus.
Is sleeping with your mother the same sort of crime?
When Oedipus realized that he had killed his father unknowingly...
Unknowingly killed his father...
and was sleeping with his mother...
and that because of his crimes, plagues were ravaging his city...
he couldn't bear the sight of what he'd done.
He plucked out his own eyes and left.
He did not feel innocent.
He felt he had to punish himself. But our leaders, unlike Oedipus...
they felt they were innocent.
And when the atrocities...
of the Stalinist period became known...
they cried, "We didn't know! We weren't aware of what was going on.
"Our conscience is clear." But the difference is...
The important difference:
They stayed in power.
And they should have plucked their eyes out.
All I'm saying is that morality has changed since Oedipus.
Come on!
- Why don't you write it down? - I'm not a writer.
It will be published, I'm sure. All of our political situations are in it.
I don't really care about politics.
What do you care about?
- Is something bothering you? - No, why?
- What's wrong? - Nothing. No...
When I watched you dancing with another man...
I thought to myself, "He could be her lover."
You are jealous.
No, I'm not jealous.
- You are. - I'm not!
- You're jealous. - I'm not jealous, Tereza.
- He's jealous. - No, he isn't. Who's he?
- He's jealous. He's jealous! - I'm not jealous.
- He's jealous! He's jealous! - Whatever you say, Tereza.
- He's jealous! He's jealous! - I'm not jealous. You are!
- You're jealous. - I'm not jealous.
- You are! - I'm not.
- You are! - Let go!
I won't let go! You're jealous! You are!
- I'm not! - You are!
No!
- Will you marry me? - What? No! Will you marry me?
- No! - Yes!
- No. - Yes.
Yes?
- Would you be my witness? - Of course!
I'll have to buy Mephisto a black tie.
Did you hear, Mephisto? A black tie.
My dear fianc�s, I am welcoming you...
from the deep bottom of my heart...
on this very special day...
when you freely decided to be legally...
man and wife.
I suppose that both of you know your duties...
in supporting each other...
and I am sure both of you know your own medical records.
I have to tell you this:
Don't think life is a walk on a sunny meadow.
Life isn't a walk on a sunny meadow...
and life isn't a walk on a rose garden.
Our socialist country...
has done much for you.
Now it's up to you.
- I make you laugh? - No.
Shh, Mephisto.
You are laughing at me?
I'm sorry.
I refuse to go on.
In this country is nothing sacred anymore?
If you can't be serious, you don't deserve to be married!
Let's take one, Tomas.
It will make us happy.
Choose one.
This one.
My nephew from the country is here!
Let's call him Tolstoy.
When I met you for the first time, you were reading Tolstoy.
It can't be Tolstoy. It's a girl.
It's a girl! How about Anna Karenina?
It doesn't look at all like Anna Karenina. Look at that face! It's a man's face.
It looks more like Anna's husband.
Let's call her Karenin.
- Karenin. - Come on, Karenin. Let's go home.
I like it very much.
King Oedipus.
It's a very good idea.
And with those changes, we can publish next week.
Eva, will you type this please?
Now we can publish a piece like this.
It's fantastic.
Think about it. Complete rehabilitation of the people who were prosecuted.
Complete freedom of speech, of the press.
Emancipation from the Russians. That's all we wanted.
And you think the Russians will let us emancipate?
What can they do?
Nothing, Doctor. Nothing, nothing, nothing!
- Keep on writing. - Thanks, but surgery's easier.
Take me to them.
You're awake.
- Take me to them. - To who?
To the other women.
Take me to them when you make love to them.
I'll undress them for you.
I'd like to.
Really.
I'll give them a bath, and I'll bring them to you.
I'll do anything you like.
Other women's bodies will be our playthings.
Tereza, what are you talking about?
I know you see other women. I know it.
You can't hide it from me.
Every day I try to tell myself:
"Well, it's nothing.
"It's not important.
"He's just playing around. He can't resist it.
"But he loves me. I know he loves me. I'm sure about that. He loves me.
"He loves me!"
But I can't stand it.
I tried hard. I just can't.
Take me to them. Don't leave me alone!
Tereza, calm down.
Stop talking. Try to sleep. You need some sleep now. I don't want to sleep.
I know you're tired of me.
I know that.
I can see it in your eyes.
Hello. Yes.
What?
Tereza!
Here they come!
Tereza, stay there. Karenin!
Tomas!
- I'm going to Switzerland. - Where? To Geneva.
Good luck.
- Good luck! - Be careful!
- What country are you from? - The Netherlands. Good. Take these.
Have them published, please.
Tereza!
Have you gone mad?
Don't you realize that we love you?
That we always loved you?
That we came to protect you?
To protect?
To protect us from what?
Did you give your pictures to foreigners?
Yes, I did.
Do you realize that you could be shot for that?
They are identifying people from our photographs.
- Is it your camera? - No.
I'm sure it's yours. Who is this man, please?
Who is this man?
Never seen him before. - It's you! - No.
- I'm sure it's you! - Definitely not. It's you.
No.
No!
No! No!
- Good luck. - You, too.
The invasion of our country...
constitutes a clear act of aggression...
against an independent country.
Our Czech people had the right and the duty...
to fight against the aggressor.
People who don't have the courage...
to fight with arms in their hands do not deserve freedom.
So why did you emigrate? Go back and fight.
It's very easy for you here to tell other people to fight.
One day, everybody will be asked:
"What did you do against the Communist regime?"
Excuse me.
Excuse me, I wanted to ask you something.
- What do you want to ask? - Why did you do that back there?
Why do you want to know?
- Who are you? - My name is Franz.
I came to that meeting to listen.
No, no, no. I'm not from the police. I'm a professor at the university.
I have nothing in common with these people.
The only things that hold them together...
are the defeats and reproaches they address to one another. But it's hard to be in exile.
People feel abandoned. They feel a lack of understanding.
They feel at a loss. They feel lonely.
Your country is occupied. Are you indifferent to that?
I can't stand pointing fingers and I can't stand raised fists. So what do you want to do?
I want to go to lunch. I'm hungry.
When I was a student in Paris...
I liked the demonstrations, the marches, the crowds, the shouting...
I liked to be part of it.
The whole world looked like a grand march to me...
ever onward to a better world.
- Me, too. I marched every year. - Really?
Yes, but I was forced to march.
Everybody was. The May Day parade, all the girls dressed the same.
Everybody smiling, everybody throwing flowers.
I could never keep in step.
The girls behind me would purposely step on my heels.
What happened to your country is a tragedy.
- You think so? - Of course.
There was hope. They killed it.
You're not going to become boring, are you?
Waiter?
- Can you stop that noise? - Noise?
Yes. What you call music.
I'll have to ask the manager.
Everywhere music's turning into noise.
Look. These plastic flowers...
They even put them in water.
And look out there.
Those buildings...
the uglification of the world.
The only place we can find beauty...
is if its persecutors have overlooked it.
It's a planetary process...
and I can't stand it.
- Is anything wrong? - Wrong? No.
Everything is fine.
It's just that noise. Could you stop it?
It sounds like dirty water.
I'm sorry, sir.
The other customers do like this noise.
How can they eat food and listen to shit?
In that case...
we'll look for a place with better taste.
Thank you.
I hope you didn't mind leaving that place. Just the opposite. I like to leave places.
I like to leave.
So, I hope you're not having a bad time. Not at all, no.
But I have a train to catch in an hour. I'm giving a lecture in Torino tomorrow.
- You travel by train? - Always.
I love trains. They are so erotic.
By the way, my wife owns an art gallery.
Maybe she could help you.
You are married?
Yes.
Watch out!
Be careful.
Well, welcome to Geneva.
That's good work. But it's too late.
Russians in Prague... We've seen these everywhere.
The events are too remote now. It's over.
But there, nothing is over.
Everybody still demands that the Russians leave.
There are strikes all over the country, and protests.
But here, nobody seems to care anymore.
Here is the story about the nudists in France. Thank you.
Wait, just have a look.
Superb photographs of Prague.
It's a pity we're just getting them now.
Here, have a look at mine. Of course, they have nothing to do with yours.