In the Shadow Page #2

It's politics.

- There is one more thing.

- And that is?

Kirsch. He spent the whole

night in the drunk tank.

- It wasn't Kirsch.

- Who knows this?

I do.

- I want to interrogate him.

- You can't.

Kirsch was taken away

by State Security.

- We can't just leave it to them.

- Keep working on it.

Don't let anybody know about it.

Report only to me.

Thanks.

The witness is yours.

- Sit down.

- Thank you.

What is your name?

On April 5th, 1953 I

met Abraham Hbner,

Rikl, Bektajn and Bursch

to hand over jewels from the

jewellery shop on Pechrkova street.

Let's go.

We don't see any problem. You've

got the complete testimony.

You know the names.

Kirsch's testimony is worthless.

I think you know what

I'm talking about.

We interrogated Kirsch

in the standard way.

Arrest the leaders of the

Jewish Community Centre.

What am I supposed to arrest them for?

Employing a drunkard?

You're right, major.

We cannot allow any doubts.

There are big changes

ahead of us.

We cannot afford a single mistake.

Not us, not you.

- Good evening.

- You're in the papers!

Do you have a gun now?

I would never step

in here without one.

Why do you keep doing this?

Your pockets are all yellow.

You want me to quit, don't you?

- Good evening, ladies.

- Good evening.

- Bye, girls.

- Bye bye.

Come on, Tom. It's dinner time.

Pass it here, Tom!

- Come on, you two. Let's go, Tom!

- Good! Run! Let's see who's first.

Run, run. I've got you.

I'm going to be first.

Thanks so much, inspector.

You've got a heart of gold.

Your partner brought him

over this afternoon.

God bless you.

Brov was here today.

She brought some cognac,

saying you arranged

a tenant for her.

- And that you have a...

- Heart of gold.

Who is that?

A German cop. He was

sent to our department.

- Why?

- I'm gonna kill Beno.

Yeah, he brought him over.

Jackass.

"Get the harpoon,"

cried the Canadian.

Captain Nemo stopped and took

one more look out the porthole,

beyond which the form of the

monstrous creature was writhing.

The Nautilus pitched

from side to side,

caught up in the enormous

tentacles of the sea monster.

At that moment I knew that only

he could defeat the monster.

He sealed his diving suit and

disappeared into the pressure chamber.

Then he brushed his teeth

and went to sleep.

- It doesn't say that.

- It does! -It doesn't.

Why not? -He couldn't brush

his teeth in a diving suit.

You're a better

detective than me.

- Good night.

- Good night.

JEWELRY CASE SOLVED

- What's going on, Jarda?

- What do you mean?

You sleep in the armchair.

You don't talk.

When I touch you it bothers you. You

don't find me attractive anymore.

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