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Not have to be

an accountant anymore.

I wanted to cook.

I wanted to be a chef.

Now Im doing everything

... except for cooking.

- Because only the chef

hasn't left us yet.

We didn't do

so well with the rest.

Why do you think

nobody comes here?

Ondrej. Ondrej,

I know that

You enjoy cooking, but

you're just an amateur.

While Louis is a pro.

Moreover, he is a native Frenchman.

A native Frenchman?

His mother went into

Labor during a stopover

in Paris, that's all.

It is some ordinary

Ludek, Czech guy.

He wouldn't even be

able to order in France.

Let alone be allowed

into the kitchen.

- Hello.

- Hello.

What would you recommend?

- Do you want to have

a really good meal?

So change the restaurant.

What are you doing here?

I'm warming up.

- You said on Friday at six, right?

- That was just a cover-Up.

- Alibi for the women, right?

- And how do I know?

So what do you think this is?

Nervous tics?

You have to explain

that it's a code.

My god, you're really stupid.

- Hi.

- Good evening.

Evening.

This is Sarlota,

this is Ondrej, my son-In-Law.

The one with the sore back?

And you're probably the

one that carries groceries

To helpless patients...?

Not anymore. It was just

a civil penalty.

- Penalty -Hmm. -For what?

Public scandal.

Such bullshit. That fountain is

nonetheless public, isn't it?

So why shouldn't we take a swim in it

with my girls?

And can we swim in clothes?

Perhaps I shouldn't drink so much.

Absinthe for miss. Double.

For me, too. Thank you.

The one with the sore back?

You discuss

my private life with her?

I wanted to make her laugh.

We laughed a lot.

Well Im glad.

Water for me, please.

Come on!

You want to stay here?

Of course. I will not

leave you here alone.

You could do something stupid,

that you will regret.

- That girl could be your granddaughter.

- Hardly.

First Id have

to have something with

Her grandmother.

I'd remember that.

If she was half

as pretty as she is.

And what do you want to get her on?

The liver spots?

Women love the

swarthy types.

If you don't think about Marta

Mind at least

your blood pressure.

She could seriously mess with it.

Ah well! The doctor

recommends exercise.

Did you see that body?

This is something!

And she's a dancer.

Can you imagine

the possibilities?

I can't. And don't even want to.

- Yeah, sorry, I forgot.

You're actually married. And, happily.

And Alice is, too?

- What? Did she complain?

She doesn't have to. Just look at her.

Nonsense!

I will do anything she wishes for.

Exactly.

A woman must fight for you,

she has to try.

She wants

a real man, not some

Kind of a domesticated

idiot.

Boring, buddy.

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