Broken Voices (2025) Movie Script
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BROKEN VOICES
Okay, now relax and
sing the first note.
You can try singing
it with your mom.
Her voice is decent enough, but
sadly, she has no ability to intone.
I don't get it. She
can do it at home.
I'm sorry, not for us just now.
-Thank you. Goodbye.
-Goodbye.
Where are you off to, Karolnka?
I've got to go. My
sister's about to get out.
But not till 5:00.
Please...
Oh, all right.
-Off you go.
-Thank you.
-Hello.
-Hello.
Girls, the staccato needs
to be way more pronounced.
Like with the piano.
Play it, please.
Ready.
That's enough! Second
voice, where are you?
Are you with us, or
have you fallen asleep?
Altos only. Second part.
Stop. Simona, it looks like
you're not singing at all.
Try it on your own.
How many lines
are in this verse?
I don't know.
"And you wagoners, saddle the
horses, and you fellows, mount them.
I lost my rosary, my gold
ring, at my mother's."
That's four.
You can't learn four
lines over a weekend?
You must have air
between your ears.
Girls, is that so hard to learn?
No.
Grab your stuff and
get out of here.
Are you deaf?
And you can forget about
the radio recording.
I need to hear the second
voice. You carry the emotion.
One more time. Everyone.
Do you know which one's Judita?
What about her?
She was with her folks in Italy
on holiday and met a guy there.
He took her to a cake shop
and she said she'd have every
type of ice cream they sold.
-And you know what he did?
-No.
He brought all of them
over in a massive bowl,
like 30 kinds, and said
she had to eat them all.
Oh, wow, that'd be my dream.
No, it wouldn't, I
can promise you that.
-You'd throw up.
-No way.
-Imagine a bucket of ice cream.
-Did she eat it all?
Guess.
Did she puke?
Or did she shit herself?
-Tell me.
-The Path of Death?
Lucina, tell me right now!
Hey, hold on!
Wait!
Lucina, stop right there!
What took you so long?
You're some bitch.
Thanks.
Was he tough on you again today?
Same as usual.
And when's your next concert?
No time soon.
They're doing a
recording for the radio.
Why didn't you tell us?
I don't know if he'll take
me. It's just for ten girls.
But he could choose you?
He probably won't, Mom.
But if he does, let us
know. So we don't miss it.
Thanks a million.
-You've barely touched it.
-I'll finish it.
-Hang on.
-She can have it.
Aren't you meant to be studying?
Knock it off.
You're some loser.
Give that back.
Give it back!
You're beneath the tone anyway.
I am not.
-You are.
-I don't think so.
Yes, you are. Listen.
Okay. Let's sit up straight.
We put our hands on our
diaphragms and take a deep breath.
Hands a bit lower.
We puncture the
balloon, and hiss.
One more deep breath and let's
exercise our speech organs.
Clipt clapt.
Shoulders down.
Shall we sing for Vtek?
What'll we do? "Once I
Go," we know that one.
Give us an F sharp.
One, two...
Now just you.
From the start.
Now you.
That's fine, thanks.
That'll do.
Thank you.
Back to work, girls.
Open your music folders.
Next up, a live concert by
the Canticella girls choir,
performing four pieces from
Dvok's Moravian Duets,
conducted by Vtzslav Mcha.
Quick, it's just starting.
-Coming!
-Shoes off.
It's a pity we can't see her.
How about this?
Why not?
Dear girls, parents and
friends of our choir.
We've had a successful year,
but our most successful
year ever awaits.
As you know, we're
planning our first US tour
over three weeks in the spring.
We will sing to
Czech communities
at major concert halls
in Chicago, Atlanta
and New York.
Over the years, our choir has
built up a great reputation
and I'm glad my son is following in
the family tradition so successfully.
Vtek, good luck with all
the work ahead of you.
I'm not one for speeches,
so we'll sing to you instead.
What's up? Are the
folks looking for me?
No, they're chatting downstairs.
This is my sis.
Hi there. Fancy a drink?
Sure.
Maybe not.
I see. A nice girl.
Karolna's also in the choir.
Yeah? In B group?
For now.
Oh, "for now."
Nice dress, by the way.
You should do something
with the hair though.
Shall we go?
Simona is so pissed off.
But it's her own fault.
Excuse me, you're
a soprano, right?
-We met at rehearsals.
-Yeah.
Not bad.
Mom, please!
No way.
Dad.
Kaya, grab your coat. We're off.
The girls are staying.
And you're coming with us.
I'll be okay.
You're not going
home alone so late.
But I won't be alone.
I can bring Lucka home. My
husband's picking us up.
We won't put you out.
It's on our way. No trouble.
You see, Mom? Please, I'm 15!
I'll keep an eye on them. And we'll
be home by 1:00, right, Judita?
Please, Mrs. Kaanov.
But just till 1:00.
Not a second later.
Fantastic, thanks!
We'll drop her
right at your door.
Thank you.
Absolutely no way.
Hi.
Do you know what time it is?
I told you to be home by 1:00.
What did you drink?
I'll speak to you
in the morning.
Damn.
Are you drunk?
How was it?
I dunno.
How do you mean, you don't know?
Weird.
In what way?
It just was.
Lucie?
Do you reckon he'll
take you to America?
Oh, my...
What's up?
Everything's kind
of topsy-turvy.
I said, do you reckon
he'll take you to America?
We'll see what happens.
I hope you get to go.
What are you laughing at?
Nothing.
Did you know Mcha came to
our rehearsal a month back
and today he praised me?
Hey, do you hear me?
Can you please quit that?
Karolna...
Sorry.
Here she comes.
What is it?
Nothing. Can we go?
What happened?
I want to go.
What are you doing?
I'm going to ask Mcha myself.
Don't go anywhere.
Do you hear me, Dad?
Don't, he'll kick me out.
Nonsense.
It's my fault!
I came late, so he chewed
me out. It's my fault.
Have you got spare gloves?
It's not a ski trip.
You'll go on a walk and get wet.
I'm not five, Mom.
The room's all
yours for two weeks.
Wonderful.
It'll just be a pain
anyway. Nonstop rehearsals.
Yeah, and?
School starts in half an hour.
I know.
So why are you
still in your PJs?
What are you doing there?
This was Grandad's.
You might like it.
Some of them are really nice.
Thanks.
See you then.
Which one of you is
Karolna Kaanov?
That's me.
Come over here.
How many times have I
said not to go this way?
Dad, you know what happened?
I do, they called us.
Yay!
It's just a tryout. Don't be
upset if it doesn't work out.
You'll be fine. Lucie is there.
I know.
Above all, don't let it
kill your love of music.
Right.
Let's go then.
-The Kaans?
-That's us.
You're the last of the singers.
They're waiting for you.
-See you then.
-See ya.
Three, two, one...
Come on, let's get her.
Get her!
-Let's go, sis.
-What the hell are you doing?
One... two... three!
Hope you like it here with us!
It'll be just like at
home with your sis.
Karolnka. Take a seat.
-Hi.
-Good evening.
-You've settled in? All good?
-Yeah.
Vtek and I have been
discussing you for a while.
We were thinking next season,
but this is how it's worked out.
Thank you.
Nothing to thank us for yet.
You're here as a
substitute for now
but that doesn't mean you have
no chance of joining us for good.
Learn this ASAP.
So much music?
Yeah. It's Latin. The other
girls will help you with it.
I'll try.
It's not a matter of
trying, just learn it.
That's all. You can go.
Come on, open up.
Open up, Kaena!
You're some bitch!
-What are you staring at?
-Nothing.
So on your way then.
Is she still here?
No.
Come and listen to something.
Quick, before she comes back.
Oh, my God.
Told you.
Here.
What is this?
Andula. That girl who was here.
Why is she recording herself?
She wants to be an opera star.
She's got the boobs for it.
But that's about it.
Girls, the professor's
here with me.
What a bloody snitch.
Don't be silly, girls.
Is that really
necessary, Judita?
It's a cool demo.
What's up with the
girl whose place I got?
Simona? She didn't
turn up for the bus.
Is she ill, do you think?
How would I know?
Is she the one Mcha threw
out of the rehearsal?
Who hasn't he thrown out?
You're afraid she'll
still come, right?
I don't care.
Don't worry.
Good evening.
It's half past 10:00, girls.
Wanna turn out the light for us?
I'm sure you can
handle that yourselves.
Lucka.
'Night then.
You and Mcha are on
such familiar terms?
Here we go.
-Christ, no.
-Thank you.
Here you go.
This is the notation you got
yesterday. Keep it in this folder.
C2.
B5.
A3.
B11. What's this?
The toilet cleaning rota.
You never know with Mcha,
sing out of key and it's
toilet cleaning for you.
Gross.
Good morning.
Welcome once again.
We've finally got
a full contingent.
We've got two tough weeks ahead.
We've got to work up
the entire tour program.
And of course, we have to say
who's going, and who isn't.
I'm not so crazy about
this phase either.
There are 30 of you here.
Only 20 can go to America.
Bloody brilliant.
That's how it is.
But it's also up to you.
And thank you, Lucka,
for 20 of you, it certainly
will be brilliant.
You know the drill.
You've got your notation.
Bring it to rehearsals in
those folders. That's an order.
I'll gradually shape you
into the ideal lineup.
So let's start.
Girls.
You've got it wrong, girls.
A4, switch with A7.
Folders too.
You two as well. C1, C4.
Karolna, can you
sing the scales?
Get a move on. We
haven't got all day.
Normally, no stress, just
like your regular warm-up.
In D.
Now a fourth higher.
Another fourth.
Can we go higher?
All good. I was
worried where it'd end.
Swap places with 7.
Hi.
So what does it mean
that I have 11 now?
Nothing at all.
Everything can change again.
Let's warm up.
Very gently.
You're going to
need this, right?
Not to underestimate you.
Thanks.
It's bloody cold out.
We could've done with
a dog team today.
For sure.
-Why aren't you changing shoes?
-My slippers are under you.
No, the other ones.
-Thanks.
-What's the book?
Call of the Wild, Jack London.
Way back when, I read
everything by him.
The Star Rover, The
Valley of the Moon, this.
"It was as though he had just
heard his own sentence of death.
For a moment he sat and stared at
the spot where the fire had been."
What do you like about it?
That it's narrated by a dog.
It's kind of cruel but beautiful.
Do you have a dog?
No. My sister's allergic
to fur. We have fish.
We can't have everything.
Come here.
We're playing a game. How
often Mcha looks at you.
But it has to be at least three
seconds. Peekos don't count.
What are peekos?
Glancing looks.
Want to play too, princess?
I dunno.
You do, going by what I've seen.
I'm in the lead.
At least two. Didn't he give
her that scales test today?
-That doesn't count.
-Yes, it does.
Okay, one for this morning.
And two for just now, eh?
This list will decide
things in the end.
Mark my words.
Stand straight, place your
hands behind your neck
and gently massage
the top of your spine,
so that your neck is
relaxed for singing.
Excellent. And breathe.
Shoulders back now.
Ready?
One, two.
Girls.
What are you singing there?
It's "O beatae viae..." Okay?
I keep hearing "Betty."
It's not about Betty
howling at the moon.
Or Betty drinking.
Does anyone knows what it means?
A beautiful life?
Not quite. It's the happy path.
Or the blessed path.
Okay, from the top.
You just listen to
the others for now.
Try it again.
Girls, be careful
where you come in.
Look at me.
And it's "Sancta," not "Santa!"
Not so sharp.
Sauna time.
So it's Jesus Christus,
then Sancta Maria.
You're not getting in?
I've never had a sauna.
Honestly?
It boosts the organism.
You know how it is. A singer
with a cold is out in the cold.
"Sweetheart, I
miss you so much."
"I can't wait to get home."
"Oh, how I miss you."
"Why rehearse in the mountains?"
"No idea. And it's
bloody freezing."
"Did you pack enough socks?"
"And underwear?"
Do you think he wears
boxers or briefs?
You don't know?
You're some idiot.
You're crazy.
So?
Not sure, I just
saw the top of them.
Take your time,
nicely in legato.
Girls, girls.
You're making it sound
like The Bartered Bride.
This isn't a joyful song.
You need to sing more legato,
to get the sadness in.
One more time.
Girls? This isn't funny.
Karolna!
Why are you naked?
You bitches!
We sing here each year and
there are always fewer people.
Bad advertising maybe?
Or somebody made the Boss angry.
If you feel like
fainting, grab my hand.
What?
If you feel weak, grab my
hand, so you don't fall down.
It happens.
Karolna, you'll sing the
beginning instead of Andula.
What?
But why?
It's no big deal.
I just want to
try something out.
Very nice.
Wow!
Okay, give me a sec.
How about...
Dirty Dancing!
Grease.
Some musical.
Pretty Woman.
-A hat.
-A helmet.
-A halo.
-Vinnetou?
-Cool Hand Luke.
-Pretty Woman.
-Rocky!
-Some Western.
Three words.
-Saturday Night Fever?
-Yes!
So it goes.
Okay, let's give it a go.
Everyone ready? Let's do this.
Don't look at me Like
you're bad to the bone
There are mornings
when it never ends
There's some wine
left in this bottle
Let me pour another glass
Don't tell me yet again
You've heard it all before
Your tears, those
salty brown eyes
Tonight's master of
ceremonies It's all his fault!
All my fault!
Turn the light
off. I'm sleeping.
Do you hear me?
Yeah, God's sake.
Listen, Anika.
You're singing it great, but let's
try somebody else on your solo.
Karolna.
Her again?
Girls.
Come over here.
Come on.
Karolna. Come here.
All good? Have you got all
the lyrics off by heart?
Not yet, there's loads of it.
I see.
I guess we'll have to
send you home then.
Vtek!
A symbolic drop.
Permanent members of the A
section may address me informally.
I'm Vtek.
Karolna.
Nice to meet you.
You do know he didn't give it
to you 'cause of how you sing?
All you can do is
draw a treble clef.
Why aren't you asleep?
I heard the guitar.
Come sit down over here.
What are you doing here
this late, Mr. Mcha?
It's Vtek. Call me Vtek.
I'm playing, as you can see.
In that?
Yeah, in this.
I'm taking a break.
Cooling down.
Do you play guitar?
No.
Don't you fancy
finally trying a sauna?
The sheets are over there.
It's a long time since we
had a voice like yours.
Honestly?
I don't like to repeat myself.
My sister's better than
me. More hardworking.
Yeah.
She's good too.
I'm a bit of a slacker.
Your parents call
you that? I disagree.
Don't be crazy.
You're amazing.
You've got what it
takes to go far.
You've got intonation,
range, a beautiful voice,
sensitivity.
You're truly exceptional.
I have to get out.
Fuck you.
Hey!
Come back, sis!
Lucie, please!
Lucie!
Karolna! What's got into you?
Come inside.
No, keep it.
And get straight into bed.
Karolna!
You look awful.
Let me.
You could get pneumonia.
It's not worth the risk.
I'll call your parents.
They'll be at work.
Give me their number.
I don't want to go home.
Here.
Thank you.
I'll sweat it out, I swear.
-See you then.
-See ya.
You need to get all better.
What about the tour?
Put that out of
your mind for now.
Are you off too?
As you see.
Wait, Lucka. Two voices
down is quite a blow.
Our folks are
waiting down below.
As you like.
Your choice. I hope
that's clear to you.
Hi. It's me.
Do you want the leftovers?
No.
You sure? Dad made it.
Give it here.
That frown will
give you wrinkles.
Hello.
-Bloody hell.
-Hello.
The girls haven't been at rehearsals
for ages. I was concerned.
Girls, you have a
visitor. Please come in.
Thanks.
-Hi, girls.
-Hello.
Jaroslav!
The girls didn't tell us much
about the camp, to be honest.
Thanks.
No?
Did something happen?
Nothing strange,
as far as I know.
Apart from Karolna's illness,
but these things happen.
Someone always falls ill.
Every pre-tour
camp is demanding.
It's tough for the
girls, and for me too.
It's a kind of stress test.
-Feeling better?
-Yeah, I can even sing again.
She's almost done with the antibiotics.
You're going back to school Monday, right?
That's great.
What about you, Lucka? Why
haven't we seen you this week?
We were unaware of that.
I'm super busy.
Busy at school, you mean?
Yeah.
The girls were so sorry
they had to leave early.
They were so keen to
make a good impression.
-Especially before the tour.
-Mom!
Karolna said you were
pleased with her performance.
And with Lucie's.
Sure, yeah.
Do you mind if I speak
to the girls alone?
Lucka, you just missed out on
the last tour to Austria, right?
I was second below the cutoff.
Girls.
Foreign tours may sound great, but
in reality, they're a total pain.
There's a concert every day.
Your vocal chords and feet hurt,
you're forever on the move.
I can't take anybody who
crumbles at the first obstacle.
On the contrary, I need
people I can rely on.
Who the choir can rely on.
It's not my fault I got sick.
Wait a sec.
I wanted you to hear
it from me, personally.
Because I have decided...
to take you on the tour to
the States. Both of you.
-For real?
-Yeah.
Thank you!
Mom!
So cool!
Stand back from the train.
Girls!
So, girls, you're
on the 11th floor.
You're on the 11th floor too.
You're on the 13th.
This bed's mine, ladies.
Oh, wow!
Oh, my God.
I'm missing my bow tie.
Katka, come here, please.
Do me a favor.
I forgot my bow tie and I can't
go to the audience like this.
But across the street,
I saw a suit shop around the
corner. Pop over there fast.
-Now?
-Yes, now. I need to write my speech.
I'm not sure...
-I'll go buy it.
-Really?
How's your English?
-Yeah. A regular bow tie, right?
-A white one.
Thank you.
You've got ten minutes, max.
What do we do?
We've got to leave now.
Let's go, girls,
we're running late.
-Will you wait for her?
-I will.
Wake up Katka.
Where the hell were you?
Are you taking the piss?
I said ten minutes. The whole consulate
will be waiting, because of you.
Give it to me.
And fix yourself up,
you look dreadful.
Let's go!
Let's go. I'll fix
your hair on the way.
Thank you.
We're glad you can
be here with us today
and be part of the
new, successful story
that our country
is going through.
Welcome to America.
What the hell was that?
Are you out of your mind?
Don't you remember what
I told you at home?
You've gone too far now.
Tomorrow, you stay at the
hotel. No concert for you.
I'd have no problem putting
you on the next plane home.
-Over here, Kaja.
-Let's take a photo.
Give us a smile, Kaja.
Girls, wake up.
Karolna, Kaja, wake up.
You can't lie about here.
Get up and go to your rooms.
Is everyone back already?
You don't have the key?
The girls have it.
About time.
What am I doing here?
What do you think?
You fell asleep.
What time is it?
Six.
-So I've been asleep here two hours?
-Yes.
Look.
I want to apologize.
I got a bit carried
away this morning.
Let's forget about
today. This time.
Tomorrow, you will
sing as usual.
Thanks.
I came across this.
It's beautiful.
It's yours.
-Really?
-Yeah.
You can practice your English.
You're very beautiful.
You're beautiful.
Move a bit.
Girls, it's time.
Smile, you want
to look your best.
BROKEN VOICES
Okay, now relax and
sing the first note.
You can try singing
it with your mom.
Her voice is decent enough, but
sadly, she has no ability to intone.
I don't get it. She
can do it at home.
I'm sorry, not for us just now.
-Thank you. Goodbye.
-Goodbye.
Where are you off to, Karolnka?
I've got to go. My
sister's about to get out.
But not till 5:00.
Please...
Oh, all right.
-Off you go.
-Thank you.
-Hello.
-Hello.
Girls, the staccato needs
to be way more pronounced.
Like with the piano.
Play it, please.
Ready.
That's enough! Second
voice, where are you?
Are you with us, or
have you fallen asleep?
Altos only. Second part.
Stop. Simona, it looks like
you're not singing at all.
Try it on your own.
How many lines
are in this verse?
I don't know.
"And you wagoners, saddle the
horses, and you fellows, mount them.
I lost my rosary, my gold
ring, at my mother's."
That's four.
You can't learn four
lines over a weekend?
You must have air
between your ears.
Girls, is that so hard to learn?
No.
Grab your stuff and
get out of here.
Are you deaf?
And you can forget about
the radio recording.
I need to hear the second
voice. You carry the emotion.
One more time. Everyone.
Do you know which one's Judita?
What about her?
She was with her folks in Italy
on holiday and met a guy there.
He took her to a cake shop
and she said she'd have every
type of ice cream they sold.
-And you know what he did?
-No.
He brought all of them
over in a massive bowl,
like 30 kinds, and said
she had to eat them all.
Oh, wow, that'd be my dream.
No, it wouldn't, I
can promise you that.
-You'd throw up.
-No way.
-Imagine a bucket of ice cream.
-Did she eat it all?
Guess.
Did she puke?
Or did she shit herself?
-Tell me.
-The Path of Death?
Lucina, tell me right now!
Hey, hold on!
Wait!
Lucina, stop right there!
What took you so long?
You're some bitch.
Thanks.
Was he tough on you again today?
Same as usual.
And when's your next concert?
No time soon.
They're doing a
recording for the radio.
Why didn't you tell us?
I don't know if he'll take
me. It's just for ten girls.
But he could choose you?
He probably won't, Mom.
But if he does, let us
know. So we don't miss it.
Thanks a million.
-You've barely touched it.
-I'll finish it.
-Hang on.
-She can have it.
Aren't you meant to be studying?
Knock it off.
You're some loser.
Give that back.
Give it back!
You're beneath the tone anyway.
I am not.
-You are.
-I don't think so.
Yes, you are. Listen.
Okay. Let's sit up straight.
We put our hands on our
diaphragms and take a deep breath.
Hands a bit lower.
We puncture the
balloon, and hiss.
One more deep breath and let's
exercise our speech organs.
Clipt clapt.
Shoulders down.
Shall we sing for Vtek?
What'll we do? "Once I
Go," we know that one.
Give us an F sharp.
One, two...
Now just you.
From the start.
Now you.
That's fine, thanks.
That'll do.
Thank you.
Back to work, girls.
Open your music folders.
Next up, a live concert by
the Canticella girls choir,
performing four pieces from
Dvok's Moravian Duets,
conducted by Vtzslav Mcha.
Quick, it's just starting.
-Coming!
-Shoes off.
It's a pity we can't see her.
How about this?
Why not?
Dear girls, parents and
friends of our choir.
We've had a successful year,
but our most successful
year ever awaits.
As you know, we're
planning our first US tour
over three weeks in the spring.
We will sing to
Czech communities
at major concert halls
in Chicago, Atlanta
and New York.
Over the years, our choir has
built up a great reputation
and I'm glad my son is following in
the family tradition so successfully.
Vtek, good luck with all
the work ahead of you.
I'm not one for speeches,
so we'll sing to you instead.
What's up? Are the
folks looking for me?
No, they're chatting downstairs.
This is my sis.
Hi there. Fancy a drink?
Sure.
Maybe not.
I see. A nice girl.
Karolna's also in the choir.
Yeah? In B group?
For now.
Oh, "for now."
Nice dress, by the way.
You should do something
with the hair though.
Shall we go?
Simona is so pissed off.
But it's her own fault.
Excuse me, you're
a soprano, right?
-We met at rehearsals.
-Yeah.
Not bad.
Mom, please!
No way.
Dad.
Kaya, grab your coat. We're off.
The girls are staying.
And you're coming with us.
I'll be okay.
You're not going
home alone so late.
But I won't be alone.
I can bring Lucka home. My
husband's picking us up.
We won't put you out.
It's on our way. No trouble.
You see, Mom? Please, I'm 15!
I'll keep an eye on them. And we'll
be home by 1:00, right, Judita?
Please, Mrs. Kaanov.
But just till 1:00.
Not a second later.
Fantastic, thanks!
We'll drop her
right at your door.
Thank you.
Absolutely no way.
Hi.
Do you know what time it is?
I told you to be home by 1:00.
What did you drink?
I'll speak to you
in the morning.
Damn.
Are you drunk?
How was it?
I dunno.
How do you mean, you don't know?
Weird.
In what way?
It just was.
Lucie?
Do you reckon he'll
take you to America?
Oh, my...
What's up?
Everything's kind
of topsy-turvy.
I said, do you reckon
he'll take you to America?
We'll see what happens.
I hope you get to go.
What are you laughing at?
Nothing.
Did you know Mcha came to
our rehearsal a month back
and today he praised me?
Hey, do you hear me?
Can you please quit that?
Karolna...
Sorry.
Here she comes.
What is it?
Nothing. Can we go?
What happened?
I want to go.
What are you doing?
I'm going to ask Mcha myself.
Don't go anywhere.
Do you hear me, Dad?
Don't, he'll kick me out.
Nonsense.
It's my fault!
I came late, so he chewed
me out. It's my fault.
Have you got spare gloves?
It's not a ski trip.
You'll go on a walk and get wet.
I'm not five, Mom.
The room's all
yours for two weeks.
Wonderful.
It'll just be a pain
anyway. Nonstop rehearsals.
Yeah, and?
School starts in half an hour.
I know.
So why are you
still in your PJs?
What are you doing there?
This was Grandad's.
You might like it.
Some of them are really nice.
Thanks.
See you then.
Which one of you is
Karolna Kaanov?
That's me.
Come over here.
How many times have I
said not to go this way?
Dad, you know what happened?
I do, they called us.
Yay!
It's just a tryout. Don't be
upset if it doesn't work out.
You'll be fine. Lucie is there.
I know.
Above all, don't let it
kill your love of music.
Right.
Let's go then.
-The Kaans?
-That's us.
You're the last of the singers.
They're waiting for you.
-See you then.
-See ya.
Three, two, one...
Come on, let's get her.
Get her!
-Let's go, sis.
-What the hell are you doing?
One... two... three!
Hope you like it here with us!
It'll be just like at
home with your sis.
Karolnka. Take a seat.
-Hi.
-Good evening.
-You've settled in? All good?
-Yeah.
Vtek and I have been
discussing you for a while.
We were thinking next season,
but this is how it's worked out.
Thank you.
Nothing to thank us for yet.
You're here as a
substitute for now
but that doesn't mean you have
no chance of joining us for good.
Learn this ASAP.
So much music?
Yeah. It's Latin. The other
girls will help you with it.
I'll try.
It's not a matter of
trying, just learn it.
That's all. You can go.
Come on, open up.
Open up, Kaena!
You're some bitch!
-What are you staring at?
-Nothing.
So on your way then.
Is she still here?
No.
Come and listen to something.
Quick, before she comes back.
Oh, my God.
Told you.
Here.
What is this?
Andula. That girl who was here.
Why is she recording herself?
She wants to be an opera star.
She's got the boobs for it.
But that's about it.
Girls, the professor's
here with me.
What a bloody snitch.
Don't be silly, girls.
Is that really
necessary, Judita?
It's a cool demo.
What's up with the
girl whose place I got?
Simona? She didn't
turn up for the bus.
Is she ill, do you think?
How would I know?
Is she the one Mcha threw
out of the rehearsal?
Who hasn't he thrown out?
You're afraid she'll
still come, right?
I don't care.
Don't worry.
Good evening.
It's half past 10:00, girls.
Wanna turn out the light for us?
I'm sure you can
handle that yourselves.
Lucka.
'Night then.
You and Mcha are on
such familiar terms?
Here we go.
-Christ, no.
-Thank you.
Here you go.
This is the notation you got
yesterday. Keep it in this folder.
C2.
B5.
A3.
B11. What's this?
The toilet cleaning rota.
You never know with Mcha,
sing out of key and it's
toilet cleaning for you.
Gross.
Good morning.
Welcome once again.
We've finally got
a full contingent.
We've got two tough weeks ahead.
We've got to work up
the entire tour program.
And of course, we have to say
who's going, and who isn't.
I'm not so crazy about
this phase either.
There are 30 of you here.
Only 20 can go to America.
Bloody brilliant.
That's how it is.
But it's also up to you.
And thank you, Lucka,
for 20 of you, it certainly
will be brilliant.
You know the drill.
You've got your notation.
Bring it to rehearsals in
those folders. That's an order.
I'll gradually shape you
into the ideal lineup.
So let's start.
Girls.
You've got it wrong, girls.
A4, switch with A7.
Folders too.
You two as well. C1, C4.
Karolna, can you
sing the scales?
Get a move on. We
haven't got all day.
Normally, no stress, just
like your regular warm-up.
In D.
Now a fourth higher.
Another fourth.
Can we go higher?
All good. I was
worried where it'd end.
Swap places with 7.
Hi.
So what does it mean
that I have 11 now?
Nothing at all.
Everything can change again.
Let's warm up.
Very gently.
You're going to
need this, right?
Not to underestimate you.
Thanks.
It's bloody cold out.
We could've done with
a dog team today.
For sure.
-Why aren't you changing shoes?
-My slippers are under you.
No, the other ones.
-Thanks.
-What's the book?
Call of the Wild, Jack London.
Way back when, I read
everything by him.
The Star Rover, The
Valley of the Moon, this.
"It was as though he had just
heard his own sentence of death.
For a moment he sat and stared at
the spot where the fire had been."
What do you like about it?
That it's narrated by a dog.
It's kind of cruel but beautiful.
Do you have a dog?
No. My sister's allergic
to fur. We have fish.
We can't have everything.
Come here.
We're playing a game. How
often Mcha looks at you.
But it has to be at least three
seconds. Peekos don't count.
What are peekos?
Glancing looks.
Want to play too, princess?
I dunno.
You do, going by what I've seen.
I'm in the lead.
At least two. Didn't he give
her that scales test today?
-That doesn't count.
-Yes, it does.
Okay, one for this morning.
And two for just now, eh?
This list will decide
things in the end.
Mark my words.
Stand straight, place your
hands behind your neck
and gently massage
the top of your spine,
so that your neck is
relaxed for singing.
Excellent. And breathe.
Shoulders back now.
Ready?
One, two.
Girls.
What are you singing there?
It's "O beatae viae..." Okay?
I keep hearing "Betty."
It's not about Betty
howling at the moon.
Or Betty drinking.
Does anyone knows what it means?
A beautiful life?
Not quite. It's the happy path.
Or the blessed path.
Okay, from the top.
You just listen to
the others for now.
Try it again.
Girls, be careful
where you come in.
Look at me.
And it's "Sancta," not "Santa!"
Not so sharp.
Sauna time.
So it's Jesus Christus,
then Sancta Maria.
You're not getting in?
I've never had a sauna.
Honestly?
It boosts the organism.
You know how it is. A singer
with a cold is out in the cold.
"Sweetheart, I
miss you so much."
"I can't wait to get home."
"Oh, how I miss you."
"Why rehearse in the mountains?"
"No idea. And it's
bloody freezing."
"Did you pack enough socks?"
"And underwear?"
Do you think he wears
boxers or briefs?
You don't know?
You're some idiot.
You're crazy.
So?
Not sure, I just
saw the top of them.
Take your time,
nicely in legato.
Girls, girls.
You're making it sound
like The Bartered Bride.
This isn't a joyful song.
You need to sing more legato,
to get the sadness in.
One more time.
Girls? This isn't funny.
Karolna!
Why are you naked?
You bitches!
We sing here each year and
there are always fewer people.
Bad advertising maybe?
Or somebody made the Boss angry.
If you feel like
fainting, grab my hand.
What?
If you feel weak, grab my
hand, so you don't fall down.
It happens.
Karolna, you'll sing the
beginning instead of Andula.
What?
But why?
It's no big deal.
I just want to
try something out.
Very nice.
Wow!
Okay, give me a sec.
How about...
Dirty Dancing!
Grease.
Some musical.
Pretty Woman.
-A hat.
-A helmet.
-A halo.
-Vinnetou?
-Cool Hand Luke.
-Pretty Woman.
-Rocky!
-Some Western.
Three words.
-Saturday Night Fever?
-Yes!
So it goes.
Okay, let's give it a go.
Everyone ready? Let's do this.
Don't look at me Like
you're bad to the bone
There are mornings
when it never ends
There's some wine
left in this bottle
Let me pour another glass
Don't tell me yet again
You've heard it all before
Your tears, those
salty brown eyes
Tonight's master of
ceremonies It's all his fault!
All my fault!
Turn the light
off. I'm sleeping.
Do you hear me?
Yeah, God's sake.
Listen, Anika.
You're singing it great, but let's
try somebody else on your solo.
Karolna.
Her again?
Girls.
Come over here.
Come on.
Karolna. Come here.
All good? Have you got all
the lyrics off by heart?
Not yet, there's loads of it.
I see.
I guess we'll have to
send you home then.
Vtek!
A symbolic drop.
Permanent members of the A
section may address me informally.
I'm Vtek.
Karolna.
Nice to meet you.
You do know he didn't give it
to you 'cause of how you sing?
All you can do is
draw a treble clef.
Why aren't you asleep?
I heard the guitar.
Come sit down over here.
What are you doing here
this late, Mr. Mcha?
It's Vtek. Call me Vtek.
I'm playing, as you can see.
In that?
Yeah, in this.
I'm taking a break.
Cooling down.
Do you play guitar?
No.
Don't you fancy
finally trying a sauna?
The sheets are over there.
It's a long time since we
had a voice like yours.
Honestly?
I don't like to repeat myself.
My sister's better than
me. More hardworking.
Yeah.
She's good too.
I'm a bit of a slacker.
Your parents call
you that? I disagree.
Don't be crazy.
You're amazing.
You've got what it
takes to go far.
You've got intonation,
range, a beautiful voice,
sensitivity.
You're truly exceptional.
I have to get out.
Fuck you.
Hey!
Come back, sis!
Lucie, please!
Lucie!
Karolna! What's got into you?
Come inside.
No, keep it.
And get straight into bed.
Karolna!
You look awful.
Let me.
You could get pneumonia.
It's not worth the risk.
I'll call your parents.
They'll be at work.
Give me their number.
I don't want to go home.
Here.
Thank you.
I'll sweat it out, I swear.
-See you then.
-See ya.
You need to get all better.
What about the tour?
Put that out of
your mind for now.
Are you off too?
As you see.
Wait, Lucka. Two voices
down is quite a blow.
Our folks are
waiting down below.
As you like.
Your choice. I hope
that's clear to you.
Hi. It's me.
Do you want the leftovers?
No.
You sure? Dad made it.
Give it here.
That frown will
give you wrinkles.
Hello.
-Bloody hell.
-Hello.
The girls haven't been at rehearsals
for ages. I was concerned.
Girls, you have a
visitor. Please come in.
Thanks.
-Hi, girls.
-Hello.
Jaroslav!
The girls didn't tell us much
about the camp, to be honest.
Thanks.
No?
Did something happen?
Nothing strange,
as far as I know.
Apart from Karolna's illness,
but these things happen.
Someone always falls ill.
Every pre-tour
camp is demanding.
It's tough for the
girls, and for me too.
It's a kind of stress test.
-Feeling better?
-Yeah, I can even sing again.
She's almost done with the antibiotics.
You're going back to school Monday, right?
That's great.
What about you, Lucka? Why
haven't we seen you this week?
We were unaware of that.
I'm super busy.
Busy at school, you mean?
Yeah.
The girls were so sorry
they had to leave early.
They were so keen to
make a good impression.
-Especially before the tour.
-Mom!
Karolna said you were
pleased with her performance.
And with Lucie's.
Sure, yeah.
Do you mind if I speak
to the girls alone?
Lucka, you just missed out on
the last tour to Austria, right?
I was second below the cutoff.
Girls.
Foreign tours may sound great, but
in reality, they're a total pain.
There's a concert every day.
Your vocal chords and feet hurt,
you're forever on the move.
I can't take anybody who
crumbles at the first obstacle.
On the contrary, I need
people I can rely on.
Who the choir can rely on.
It's not my fault I got sick.
Wait a sec.
I wanted you to hear
it from me, personally.
Because I have decided...
to take you on the tour to
the States. Both of you.
-For real?
-Yeah.
Thank you!
Mom!
So cool!
Stand back from the train.
Girls!
So, girls, you're
on the 11th floor.
You're on the 11th floor too.
You're on the 13th.
This bed's mine, ladies.
Oh, wow!
Oh, my God.
I'm missing my bow tie.
Katka, come here, please.
Do me a favor.
I forgot my bow tie and I can't
go to the audience like this.
But across the street,
I saw a suit shop around the
corner. Pop over there fast.
-Now?
-Yes, now. I need to write my speech.
I'm not sure...
-I'll go buy it.
-Really?
How's your English?
-Yeah. A regular bow tie, right?
-A white one.
Thank you.
You've got ten minutes, max.
What do we do?
We've got to leave now.
Let's go, girls,
we're running late.
-Will you wait for her?
-I will.
Wake up Katka.
Where the hell were you?
Are you taking the piss?
I said ten minutes. The whole consulate
will be waiting, because of you.
Give it to me.
And fix yourself up,
you look dreadful.
Let's go!
Let's go. I'll fix
your hair on the way.
Thank you.
We're glad you can
be here with us today
and be part of the
new, successful story
that our country
is going through.
Welcome to America.
What the hell was that?
Are you out of your mind?
Don't you remember what
I told you at home?
You've gone too far now.
Tomorrow, you stay at the
hotel. No concert for you.
I'd have no problem putting
you on the next plane home.
-Over here, Kaja.
-Let's take a photo.
Give us a smile, Kaja.
Girls, wake up.
Karolna, Kaja, wake up.
You can't lie about here.
Get up and go to your rooms.
Is everyone back already?
You don't have the key?
The girls have it.
About time.
What am I doing here?
What do you think?
You fell asleep.
What time is it?
Six.
-So I've been asleep here two hours?
-Yes.
Look.
I want to apologize.
I got a bit carried
away this morning.
Let's forget about
today. This time.
Tomorrow, you will
sing as usual.
Thanks.
I came across this.
It's beautiful.
It's yours.
-Really?
-Yeah.
You can practice your English.
You're very beautiful.
You're beautiful.
Move a bit.
Girls, it's time.
Smile, you want
to look your best.