Did I choose right?
What?
Psychiatry.
What do you mean?
Don't you ever feel we're all crazy?
We try to cure any deviation from what the majority think is normal.
But how do we cure it?
By deadening someone's feelings?
An interesting definition of mental disorder, for a doctor.
- You can't be serious. - I am, Mom!
You know... What if we're wrong?
Who's we?
The majority that agrees?
- You can't handle arguments. - I can.
You get so upset.
You'd better find a girlfriend and stop preoccupying yourself with this.
Sure.
And you're preoccupied with yourself since Dad left.
All dressed up and made up all the time.
You think he'll suddenly come back?
That was unnecessary.
People often tend to self-medicate.
Depending on what has helped them in the past, they abuse alcohol, THC...
Are you coming to Frezie tonight? We'll do a "tour de pub".
No. That's annoying.
I've got something with a lady.
- A kind of job interview. - For real?
A new organa feminina on the horizon?
We'll see.
A bit decadent...
for a first date.
You don't like it here?
I'll give it a chance.
Finally, live. Are you nervous?
No.
Should I be?
I don't know you.
If it doesn't work out, it's just one lost night.
And if it goes well...
it'll be a pleasant surprise.
So, no pretense?
No need to show yourself in the best light and cover your flaws?
Why pretend anything?
To find a partner who wants an illusion
and won't run away when he learns the truth?
An interesting attitude.
What if it's not about creating an illusion for your partner,
but about being afraid to look boring in your own eyes.
Applied psychology in practice?
I studied psychiatry, not psychology.
I see.
Doesn't a good psychiatrist need to be a good psychologist?
I guess that's true.
Maybe more a good pharmacist.
Do you have manic-depressive disorder?
Here, have some lithium and come back in six months.
Are you referring to my pharmaceutical past?
Past?
I didn't know it was the past.
Oh yeah.
I got fired three months ago.
But you're attentive.
Shall we eat?
Hi.
I'm Tomá. But friends call me Taz.
Mára. What are you doing here?
I'm thinking I'll go out.
Shall we go for a beer?
I wouldn't sit there.
- Is it reserved? - No, but...
We'll sit here then.
So... Where are you from?
Ji ní M sto.
Ji ák?
I've always wondered why anyone would move to our street.
But Ji ák is pretty bad too.
Hi.
It's not that bad.
I moved there from South Bohemia.
I spent some time...
We don't need anything.
I thought you were selling. You look like billboards.
Or like heavily made-up chicks.
Or like faggots looking for friends.
What's the asshole saying?
Son of a bitch.
I get it.
It's a dilemma.
Leave...
and lick your wounded ego for three days?
Or try me again...
and lick your wounds for much longer?
It's up to you.
Well...
I get your nickname now.
Tasmanian devil.
I'm a bit quick-tempered.
- What's your problem, baldie? - Don't fuck with him.
You hear me?
Reason?
I don't get it.
I didn't get it either.
I didn't know them.
I just remembered the club's name.
Compton.
In Vinohrady, but it's closed.
Yeah.
Because of me, I guess.
Holy shit.
Are you kidding?
Yeah. The doctors said a millimeter more...
and it was game over.
Compton closed a week after that.
And I wanted to get out of Prague.
I went to an organic farm in the middle of nowhere.
I spent a year by myself thinking about the future.
And what about those bastards? Did the police find them?
No.
But I will.
One lost night.
Hey!
Holy shit!
Can't you make some noise when you walk?
What's up?
You look like someone stepped on your face.
No.
But a girl spit in my face.
Daria.
For the last five days...
it's like she's vanished.
She's not answering her phone.
I don't know what's going on.
Satan is watching you.
Long and miserable is the journey from hell.
But the journey there is quick.
Turn away from sin while there is time!
- Hi Mára! Visiting your mom? - Hello. Yeah.
Here you have the patients' files.
Pick one and it's all yours.
I'll only discuss your findings.
The diagnosis and treatment is up to you.
I don't know...
Do you want help?
- This one. - Let me see.
I don't know. It's a complicated case.
How so?
She's been here for five days and we can't handle her.
Cool.
I like challenges.
Daria.
How's it going?
Quite good.
Okay.
What about that chick?
Daria.
Yeah. Get this.
I'm choosing a patient to work with,
and there she is.
She's in the madhouse?
After just one date?
Yeah.
But I still picked her.
You can do that?
Well...
you can't.
Good evening.
Who was it?
The owner.
My boss.
Varc.
When did you get back?
Around four.
Where have you been?
Playing poker.
Gambling.
Add drugs and shoplifting and you're all set.
What about this Daria?
What?
Your patient.
Have you read her report? It's an interesting case.
Oh, this...
I skimmed through it.
I'm not sure.
I think she's oversensitive.
Perhaps mild bipolar disorder.
What disorder?
She hasn't been hospitalized before.
Then she comes into a bar and starts pouring herself a beer.
Perhaps she just wanted to try it.
Then she started pouring spirits, then threw them about.
Then she tore up money from customers, a bill, and set it all on fire.
Typical example of a manic episode.
So we medicated her.
And tied her to the bed.
- She might have hurt herself. - And the night shift could have a rest?
- I ironed your coat. - I won't need it.
How so?
I don't want to scare her off with a white coat.
- Hey, buddy! - Hey, Ondra!
How are you?
- Listen, has it started already? - What?
- What I said. The Apocalypse. - Sure.
Listen, the world is fucked.
You can't feed a child with stories when they don't believe them.
You know what happens when you tell them to fuck off?
No.
- They put you in here. - Right. I see.
I've worked it out.
The whole world is like a fucking bank building.
Like the fucking bank where I worked.
At the top are the bosses who milk the cow.
Below them are the lawyers who cover them.
Then there is the big fat middle with clerks and bankers.
And at the bottom are the receptionists and cleaners who cost the least.
- You see? Wait. - Ondra.
The monster sucks the invisible hand of the market
until it's all drained.
- Lunch. - What? Yeah.
Thanks.
And then comes the decline.
You see?
And you know what happens?
When it all dries out?
They get rid of the middle.
They replace the people in the middle with computers and machines.
The people at the bottom work for peanuts and no one cares.
Those at the top are safe.
They just get moved somewhere else,
to a different cow.
And the big, sad, dead middle is growing.
The gap widens.
It's happened to every civilisation. It's the end.
- It can't be stopped. - Sorry, I have to go.
I'm so glad you understand me.
- Sure. - Look.
Could you at least give me a hug?
Sure.
I won't be here for much longer.
- Hang in there. - You too.
Why are you here?
I have a friend here, so I visit him.
I see.
Coincidence.
As always, lately.
I'm glad of it.
I was worried about you.
Worried.
You don't know me.
Well...
I don't.
But I enjoyed your company.
You men are unbelievable.
You're crazy for a woman after one date even if you don't know her.
And when you get to know her,
you get sick of her and find another.
Did I do something wrong?
Or you just want to share your opinion of the opposite sex?
How do you feel?
Like a pregnant hooker.
What did she say?
That she felt like a pregnant hooker.
- Could she really be pregnant? - No, she's not.
She has a master's degree in pharmacy and knows the drugs we gave her.
She knows they might harm the fetus.
You need to get closer to her, make her trust you.
You again?
I brought you something.
A present?
Sure.
You shouldn't.
Look.
Why did you come?
When I saw you yesterday by chance...
That the senior doctor is called Proke ová,
and that you studied psychiatry
that's also a coincidence.
You don't look crazy.
You know there's a fine line between insanity and normality.
Everything is allowed here.
You can do and say what you want.
But that's not a normal life.
It's just...
a momentary illusion of mental freedom.
I guess so.
I got it. She's lying to us.
That's not nice of her.
Who are we talking about?
The patient.
- Daria erná. - Oh, I see.
She claims to be insane but she's fine.
Nonsense.
That's all you have to say?
What is it, Mom?
- Nothing. I'm making goulash. - Goulash?
We already had that this week.
Did we?
Right, we did.
Dad is marrying that bitch.
I'm going home tomorrow.
We should celebrate.
We should.
But we can't here.
I thought tomorrow.
At my place.
What a snazzy apartment.
It is. Only it's haunted.
These old buildings always are.
And everything between heaven and earth is the creation of a deluded mind?
Not deluded.
Gullible.
Maybe I am a bit rational. So, tell me...
Where are those bogeymen between heaven and earth?
You'll see.
If you stay the night.
Well...
I'd like to know what to expect.
Okay.
So, this building...
is owned by a deranged German.
There are about 20 apartments,
but only seven are inhabited.
There's an attic above me and no one lives below me.
Still, I can hear weird noises at night.
It can all be explained.
Wait.
Sometimes, when I leave, both wings of this door are open.
And when I get back, one of them is closed.
I'd swear they were both open.
Perhaps I'm really crazy.
- A bad dream? You were screaming. - Yeah.
Hey.
It's just a draught.
When you open the window and slam the front door,
the bedroom door moves and then slowly shuts.
You have nothing to say?
Like what?
So it's a draught.
- And the rest? - The hollow sounds?
That's the clock.
Its sound carries through the wall.
What you hear at night is the echo of the ticking.
Shall we eat?
How could you fool me like that?
How did you do that?
What about the creaking floor?
The weird feeling of being watched?
Why does everyone I become involved with disappear without a word?
And I was made redundant,
but they took on someone else?
I may be paranoid but I didn't make everything up.
- You think I did? - Everything can be explained.
So you had bad luck.
Bad luck?
I feel like I've died and the world has stopped concerning me.
Like it's a huge party but I'm not invited.
So go if you think I'm crazy.
Bullshit! You had yourself locked up in the madhouse.
You pretended to be crazy. You lied to the doctors.
- That's not true. - You'd never been hospitalized.
- I had. - You had not! It's not in your file.
Three months ago, in erven vrch.
No. That's not possible.
Sure. You know it better than I.
You know what? I can show you my discharge report.
That can't be.
I know it was here.
The erven vrch psychiatric hospital?
What are you doing?
Rom í psychiatric hospital.
We're missing our patient's discharge report.
Can you confirm you hospitalized a patient called Daria erná?
I'll wait.
What are you doing?
I'm listening.
I see.
Thank you. Goodbye.
What did they say?
Nothing.
They don't know you.
You've never been there. It's rubbish. Perhaps everything you said.
So stop playing your fucking games!
Get out.
What?
Get out!
Maybe the world hasn't locked you out. You have.
We have a problem.
Erven vrch.
Yeah, I heard.
They already called me.
The nurse panicked but she'll do better next time.
- Something new? - No.
The blond guy was here. They had a fight.
She kicked him out. I think he's definitely out.
You have his picture?
I printed it out.
Here.
Come in.
Good afternoon, doctor.
Good afternoon.
How can I help you?
I want to ask a favor.
Or a question about a patient.
Are you a policeman?
You see?
I nearly forgot.
Which patient is it?
Daria erná.
We've already discharged her.
Did something happen to her?
Don't worry, she's fine.
We'd like to know whether she had any visitors
while she was here.
She had none.
Not even her family.
What about this man?
She had no visitors,
and she was here just for a fortnight.
Alright.
That's all I need.
Thank you very much.
You seem to have a great memory.
I have more and more patients, so I have no choice.
See you later.
Goodbye!
There you go.
You're in danger!
Hi. I need to run.
What about your patient?
Daria erná.
She was discharged. I haven't seen her.
You know how I hate lying!
Mom.
Like your father. You know what his lies led to.
The police came to the hospital.
That girl is in some deep shit.
They showed me her picture, with you in it.
They asked whether you visited her.
- And you said? - Nothing.
They don't know you're my son, yet.
I don't understand why you keep seeing her.
- Mom. - You know as her doctor...
Mom, please. Not now.
I'll explain it later.
- Mára? - Yeah?
Be careful.
Why?
The man didn't seem like the police.
You know the police do visit our patients, but...
this one was weird.
Hi, can I come in?
What is it?
- You got into some shit? - Yeah.
Thanks.
Hi.
What do you want?
I want to apologize and buy you dinner.
You think that's enough?
Wait.
I need to show you something outside.
Now?
Now.
- What is it? - This is weird. Follow them.
Yep.
What the fuck.
- Are you kidding me? - Get back inside.
Are you crazy?
- Who are you? - Us?
Film extras.
You're actors?
Of course.
Holy fuck! Fucking actors!
Sorry to bother you.
We have a problem.
Taz. Daria.
- Nice to meet you. - Not yet.
Where are we going?
Somewhere where you'll be safe.
Can I smoke?
No.
Isn't this too much?
Cover your eyes.
Why?
So that...
the person I'm taking you to stays safe.
Anything else?
- Are you having a good time? - Me?
The best. And you?
I don't get it. You're his daughter? erná and varc?
Taz.
Did you know?
A relict from the cowboy era of the 90s.
Tough guys played mafia
and varc or Black ounds better than Josef ern.
So, he's your father.
You're not in touch?
Hardly.
He's more interested in women and business.
He owns about 20 companies, all in someone else's name.
He never cared about me.
I've always avoided three types of business.
They are...
drugs,
guns,
and pharmacy.
Apart from knowledge, you need the best connections,
and even so it's risky because a lot of money is at stake.
Mainly in pharmacy.
Regardless of the economic situation,
or whether it's peace or war,
pharmacy is always needed.
That's why I told you
not to meddle in it.
Perhaps that's why I did.
How does it relate?
Well...
I don't know.
I thought you'd tell us.
Sure.
You want to take the focus off what's most likely.
Your shady business.
Perhaps the police want to get you through me.
Tell me, Mr. Proke,
are you so rude to your parents?
Sending me money doesn't make you my father.
We should talk in private.
Nothing has changed here.
Do you expect me to come back?
No.
You're not withdrawing money with your card.
I guess you're doing good.
Are you annoyed your little girl doesn't need you?
At least I knew you were okay when you used your card.
How's Mom?
Do you know?
When did you last see her?
It doesn't matter.
You should know something.
You need to disappear.
At least for a while.
And we'll find out what's going on.
This is mine.
I'll take it back.
Are your phones switched off?
And I wouldn't use your card either.
But where to put you?
I know a place.
Angry?
I'd use a different word.
It's enriching.
Juicy.
I'm angry it's not in my hands.
I get it but I didn't choose this either.
And that's my point.
Most people don't want to get into such shit.
Just like us.
- What do you want to do? - Do I have a choice?
We don't know who's after us and why.
What's up?
- What are you talking about? - Handball.
Bullshit.
No one talks about handball.
What now? Are we supposed to be hiding here forever?
It did me good.
There are people just like you.
Those who want to forget.
And who want to be forgotten.
That's cool.
- And those who won't forget us? - I'll handle that.
They call me the Boss.
You're the owner?
Yeah.
Something like that.
Economics engineer.
Former. I mean...
If I recall correctly.
What about you?
I'm a physician.
A pharmacist.
You'll hit it off with the Professor.
Let's see.
What? Let's go.
It's terrible, not knowing who's after us.
I know. Hopefully, Taz will help us.
You trust him?
Why is he helping you?
I don't know.
Nothing's just black or white.
I think he's good inside.
I'm listening.
I can't.
We'll be here for a long time then.
Hello, could you take us to Karlák?
- I'm taken. - My sister needs to go to the hospital.
Too bad. Take a tram.
Asshole.
Hello. To Zlíchov please.
I'm taken. Get out.
You're dead if we're not there in ten minutes.
That's a dangerous game.
Not wearing a seatbelt is dangerous.
So?
Nice.
You staring is nice.
I'll show you something.
Here we are.
Take a look. Here.
Plants.
How's it going?
- Good. - Great.
Plants.
Here we have vegetables.
And next to them...
- Plants. - Exactly. Here...
Potatoes.
We try to be self-sufficient.
Don't eat it yet. Thanks.
Everyone does their best.
What about this?
Awesome, right?
You like it?
- Yeah. - Me too.
We're proud of this.
Our steam punkers use trash
to make trash.
What would you say?
What are people willing to pay for this?
You wouldn't guess that.
"Steam" refers to...
- The Steam Age. - Exactly.
They believe the Age of Steam was our heyday.
Here, they are free, happy, creative
and productive.
Over there...
is the laboratory of...
- The Professor. - Exactly.
What happens there?
Soap, booze? I don't know.
How did you come up with this idea?
You know...
Your world outside is...
Never mind.
This place is here.
Let's go.
Come.
What is it?
What do you want?
Hey!
What is it?
Mrs. erná.
Where can I find your husband?
You did it again.
How do you like it here?
It's fine. Weird people.
They're probing us but I don't know what to think.
Especially those in the strange outfits.
Steampunk.
That's a strange community.
You should talk to the Professor.
That's what the Boss said. But why?
He used to be an expert in biochemistry and pharmacy.
What are you getting at?
It's all related to her work, right?
What did you find out?
It's worse than I thought.
Those people won't break. Or they really know nothing.
I need to go back to Prague.
But you're here for something.
You're smart.
I couldn't figure something out.
If someone wanted to kill that girl...
It wouldn't be difficult.
Why would they bother watching her?
And keep her away from people.
Why would they do that?
What if she has something...
that they want?
Exactly.
When I couldn't get anything from them, I figured out the right question.
What were they looking for?
What was it?
It'll blow your mind.
A piece of scribbled paper.
A piece of paper with scribbles or ornaments.
- Something like that. - Holy shit.
So, we're in this shithole because of a piece of a fucking paper?
That's something, right?
But she hasn't mentioned anything like that.
And never gave you anything.
That's what I thought.
Well then, I'll be on my way.
I just wanted to tell you to vet her a bit.
The Professor might help you.
Okay, thanks.
Taz?
Can you do me a favor?
I wrote a note for my mom.
Would you give it to her?
Taz was here last night.
Hello.
- Hello. Thanks. - Thanks.
Isn't she strange?
She's blind.
Oh, that explains it.
You wouldn't tell, right?
She's here to avoid the asylum.
Have your breakfast.
Then come to me, make a shopping list and I'll get it.
Some clothes perhaps.
Then you'll choose where you work.
Okay?
- So, Taz was here last night. - And?
You dabble in art?
What?
You have a piece of scribbled paper that someone wants.
That's it after all.
You remember I took this from my dad's?
And?
- What is it? - I don't know.
I really don't. I didn't think it was important.
Where did you get this?
From a loony in erven vrch.
I thought it was rubbish.
Perhaps it's not.
- What do you want? - Good evening.
What are you doing here?
You don't need to do that.
Where's your son?
Do you know what SWOT analysis is?
I remember that from economics.
SWOT analysis...
is an analysis of threats...
opportunities...
but also...
strengths and weaknesses.
Thank you.
I use it for every important decision. And it pays off.
Last time with you.
You were in a strong position because you had a piece of information
that I didn't have.
You were strong and I was weak because I lacked that information.
But now I know your son knows Daria erná.
And perhaps they're together now.
Somewhere.
And talking of threats, you're testing my patience now.
Don't worry.
He's not in danger.
As for the opportunity, you just need to tell me everything.
Come on.
Why don't to tell me where I can find them.
Tell me and you'll never see me again.
Impressive...
analysis of my opportunities.
I'd like to know the same thing.
I really don't know where my son is.
There.
"Mom,
I'm fine, don't worry about me.
I need to leave for a while.
I'll be in touch. Marek."
You see, I wasn't lying.
I don't know where he is.
I believe you but you didn't want me to see this.
What makes you think that?
There are only two ways it could get here.
By mail or...
someone delivered it in person.
Someone you know.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
- This is Daria. I'm Marek. - I know who you are.
May I?
You're an expert in pharmacy?
Pharmacy...
A science that is supposed to prolong our life on this overcrowded planet.
That's like washing shit in urine manure.
Why were you part of it then?
I got ideals, girl.
And fear of suffering and death.
And a bit of conceit and longing for immortality.
Then I realized the main point of life is change.
What did biochemistry and pharmacy give the world?
What?
Only disbalance.
We were far better off when we lived shorter.
You can't be serious.
You bet I am.
If you add
social and economic collapse due to overpopulation,
and we get a pit full of shit that we dug and we'll drown in it.
- But pharmacy helps people in pain. - That was before the second world war.
Then it did more harm than good.
- You should've chosen another field. - I know now.
But now I got fired, weird things happen to me and...
someone maybe wants to kill us.
Kill you?
People don't get killed nowadays. They're locked in a madhouse.
Or worse, they have accidents.
You worked in research?
And you asked a lot.
Like, why some drugs deviate in spectral analysis
and they still include a substance that shouldn't be there.
You must have been very good.
And in a high position.
It always blows in the heights.
Thank you for the lecture. Pharmacy sucks. But what do we do?
Nothing.
There's nothing you can do.
No one knows you're here.
Start a new life.
- Someone does. Taz. - Oh, Taz.
Taz was so close to death, it held his hand.
He's a living example of a man without instinct of self-preservation.
He's been through so much pain that he fears nothing.
He even lost his...
primary purpose as a man.
What?
To spread his seed.
I see.
I didn't know that.
No man brags about that.
Anyway...
he can't be broken.
No silencer?
That'll be a terrible noise.
The human ear is deaf to cries of help and shooting.
True.
Mr. Koutn.
Where's Daria erná
and Marek Proke?
How do you know my surname?
Are you a cop?
Okay, formalities aside.
It'll break the ice.
Tom.
Or do you prefer Taz?
You're quite a daredevil.
I heard what you did in the last three days.
The things people say about you...
That it was all caused by one bad evening in Compton.
Yeah.
Negative causes have negative consequences.
Oh man.
I'm thinking about the consequences the three gentlemen faced...
if you found them.
- Are you looking for someone? - Remember me?
Go inside, I'll come later.
Where does the shooter live?
He's dead.
He overdosed.
True, he didn't shoot.
But he was one of them.
He had kids.
And you'll never have any!
You can't get it up, you're impotent!
I don't have time for games. Tell me where they are, and I'll go.
We'll be here for a long time then.
Beautiful.
- You don't want to sleep? - I can't.
How do you cope with this?
I don't know.
I got used to it.
Or I'm better at suppressing it.
I wish I could as well.
You want to see the Professor?
- Tereza! How long have you been there? - The whole time.
Don't worry. I didn't look.
I have a lot of work. I don't have time.
- No one is allowed here. - Professor, hear them out at least.
Okay.
I'm listening.
You told us about overpopulation and the destruction of time perception
but you can tell us more.
You know,
chemistry is all around us.
It has always fascinated me, I wanted to succeed in it.
But they took my dream away.
Our lives are in danger.
We don't know who to turn to.
And whether the police are involved. All because of a piece of paper.
What is it?
We don't know but it's important to them.
What do you want from me?
loony gave it to me in erven vrch.
A former physician, Pavel míd.
Dr. Pavel míd is dead.
He hung himself.
When I saw him, he was alive.
You were given this. Hide it or die.
Your chance or an anonymous letter.
Even if you don't like it, it's a letter that kills.
Don't be scared.
I want to give you something.
My creation.
As a keepsake.
Hide it.
Hide it well.
They think I'm crazy.
But they may be wrong.
I gave away lots.
But only one is real.
Which one is it?
Just one.
Which one is it?
Which one?
- You got a cigarette? - Yeah.
Eight years ago, the press said
that two Czech scientists discovered a cure for cancer.
Today...
If you search the internet, you won't find that piece of news.
- That happens often. - Sure.
One of them was Pavel míd.
What if he figured it out? What if it's...
I don't know what it is!
I just know that just like selective herbicides used to kill weeds,
their medicine was applied to all the body tissues,
but it selectively killed only cells with cancerous growth.
And suddenly silence.
So, you won't tell us about the paper.
Nor who's behind it.
Nor what should we do.
Can I borrow this pen?
Yeah, but I want it back.
Sure thing.
Of course.
He needed to get this out from the madhouse
because they were watching him.
He gave these papers to lots of people but they were worthless.
But he gave you the real one with the secret information.
But why you?
So?
That's bad.
It means this is the original.
And?
Fuck this!
Wait.
- What are you doing? - We have one means of communication.
I want to talk to them.
- Don't. - Leave me.
- Wait. - Calm down.
We can help. Contact us.
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Nothing.
There's nothing there.
It's bullshit.
- Why are you turning on the light? - Me?
Marek Proke and Daria erná.
Finally.
And this is the piece of paper.
How did you find us?
How? Only one person knew where we were.
Wasn't there an easier way?
I'd like to know one thing.
Where was the paper this whole time?
We couldn't find it.
What does it matter now?
What can you tell me about this?
You must be kidding.
You stalk me, make my life hell because of some lunatic's scribbles,
and you're asking me?
Well then.
We'll see if it's the one we were looking for.
Meanwhile, you'd better stay here.
Otherwise, you'd make my life harder.
Sweet dreams.
Get dressed.
We need to get out.
What is it?
Nothing. A branch scratched me.
- You okay? - I'm fine.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Okay.
- Thank you. - For what?
For scribbling on the paper again.
We'd have been dead by now.
Yeah.
It's good míd chose you.
Finally, we have the advantage.
They don't know the original is now worthless.
You know what's in it.
I have an idea. Later. Now come on.
Wait.
You can't mean this seriously.
You like watching American movies, right?
But you're in the Czech Republic, Mr. Proke.
- But... - You're a doctor.
- Psychiatrist. - Psychiatrist.
You're demonstrating a perfect example of suggestion.
- That's bullshit! I know what I saw. - Calm down.
I think...
- it'll all be resolved soon. - For sure.
Mr. ern can do magic with money.
But he can't keep his passion on a tight rein.
So, he got up to 20 billion...
- Twenty-two. - Twenty-two.
And we decided to get that money back.
- Are you saying... - Let me finish. You know...
If you're good with proxies,
know how to handle Swiss bank accounts and what they call...
- Sweeping. - Sweeping. Yes.
That's transferring remainders elsewhere.
Then it's difficult to find these accounts and passwords.
- Ms. Daria... - erná.
...erná was followed.
By us.
The fraud squad.
We knew she was innocent but...
we thought she might be the key to all the accounts.
- And it turned out... Can I say it? - I think you can.
She indeed was.
Sure.
- You want to make a fool of me. - Oh, please.
You're idealizing it too much.
- This Professor... - Petr Myná.
Two years ago, he escaped from the psychiatric hospital in erven vrch.
And those secret formulas in the paper
- was the SWIFT... - IBAN.
...IBAN of the accounts, passwords...
That can't be true.
- So why are you keeping me here? - We're not, Mr. Proke.
You're free to go at any time.
We just wanted to know whether...
you were involved in it.
But it turns out you're just a puppet in Mr. ern's a.k.a. varc's game.
- So, I'm free to go? - Suit yourself.
- We almost forgot to say thank you. - Yes.
For opening that e-mail.
- That was from you? - Just a little trick.
When you open the message,
we can see your computer's IP and its location.
- That's how we found you. - Not only that.
We had no idea...
what else we would find on that farm.
Two prison-breakers, two lunatics, three dangerous recidivists.
- And we're working on the rest. - But...
I'm sorry.
Who are you?
Your neighbor from the ground floor.
You asked me to water your plants.
What?
Where's Mára?
Who?
Careful.
You must be exhausted after the fever.
What...
What fever?
You had a long sleep.
You also talked and cried in your sleep.
It was all a dream then?
Perhaps not so good.