And if there is one goal that mankind must pursue,
that goal is justice.
For there is no justice,
where there is no happiness and peace.
And therefore, the greatest sons of mankind
always insisted on the guarantee of universal rights
fought for in a thousand-year long struggle
and many victims.
You, who stand here today,
ready to work for this great notion,
you, young lawyers. Together with your diploma,
you not only get a great privilege but also a great responsibility.
I believe that you will overcome all obstacles
just like you did during your studies.
Finis coronat opus.
Miloslav Vojslavsky, born in Uhrineves. Passed.
Vilem Bojanovsky, born in Malvazinky. Passed.
-Congratulations. -Thank you.
Congratulations and may you be as succesful in life,
-as you were here. -Thank you.
-He has studied here for a long time. -Yes. Quarter of a century.
It's a university record.
Petr Kopriva, born in Letna. Passed.
-what rare perseverance. -rare stupidity, I'd say.
Jan Kratochvil, botn in Cernosice. Passed.
I was his classmate at high school. His successful A-levels cost...
Vladimir Hrabanek, born in Karlin. Passed.
-...it cost his father his butcher shop. -Hm. How much did his PhD cost then?
-Nothing. -lvan Alexa,
born in Cierna pri Cope. Passed.
All his former classmates are doctors and professors now,
so he did all his exams with us.
Martin Simek, born in Dejvice. Passed.
And you don't let your classmate fail his exam, do you?
Frantisek Husak, born in Dablice. Passed.
Thank you.
Are you not worried about his lack of talent becoming a menace for our justice?
Our justice?
Dear colleague. One moron more or one moron less. What is the difference?
It's just beginning.
Don't ask why I crave for pearls,
Don't ask why I crave for gold,
I lost a bet, a bet it was,
A bad bet with a heart so cold.
Now go and find me a treasure,
For you stole one from me,
For you stole my pleasure,
Find me a treasure,
And give me the key.
A treasure for me,
Under a tree,
You can find it, I know,
Under the tree, where I gave you my love,
I gave you what you asked.
And there...
Go and find me a treasure, or forever be cursed,
For you stole a treasure, for you stole my pleasure,
Find me a treasure,
And give me the key.
Only for me.
For the tears of treason,
I want you to pay,
For there is a reason,
a price for every day.
For what you took away,
though you promised to stay.
Pearls, rings and jewels,
I want it all so I can -
So I can forget.
Forget...
Then go, find me a treasure,
for you stole one from me,
And give me a key,
a key that is mine,
For good.
A little present, for your name-day.
Thank you.
May the minister hope that you will sing for him?
Hope he may.
I'll fetch the hats then.
-Got light? -Sorry.
Pepa, where are the pearls?
They were here a while ago.
What, pearls?
I'll get a cop.
A thief! Police! Police!
Theft from a singer! An assistant under arrest.
A girl called Louise,
got a new pair of shoes,
Only to find,
that the shoes don't fit,
pam pa da pam
Now they are too tight,
now they don't fit right,
And how will she fix,
the shoes that are size 6,
while her size is 7?
Exams, exams. Wait till you stand in front of the court.
Or when you defend a criminal whose guilt is just too obvious.
-Then you'll have a hard time. -Good time, hard time,
-main thing is that I win. -Or lose.
Me? Lose? Never! Let's bet.
-A bet then. -What shall we bet?
-That car. -So it is!
Vilem!
Mr attorney, a client has come to see you.
Good morning, could I speak to att. Bojanovsky?
-Please. -Pepa never stole the pearls.
How do you know?
-I've known him for a long time. -What about his past?
-He is a decent man. -Where do the jewels come from?
From my wife's admirer. They are worth at least 50,000.
-What was your relation to the defendant? -May I?
The necklace cost at least 50,000.
50,000? Really.
-Did you buy it yourself? -My wife got it from an admirer.
If I were you, I'd find that admirer and slap him.
Our experts found out that the pearls are counterfeit.
-Your experts are stupid. -Are they?
My wife got these pearls from the Minister of justice.
Do you think he gave her some cheap trinket?
From a minister?
Just a second!
So, pearls from a minister?
Counterfeit pearls!
Who gave them to you? Who was this "minister"?
Come on, bitch, tell me!
Counterfeit pearls from a minister?
In an effort to prevent rumours spreading around an incident
that took place in cabaret Tartaros, the Minister decided to summon you,
to clear up the misunderstandings that occured in the newspapers
regarding his person. Please, ask your questions.
Yes, I gave these pearls to mrs.Klara,
Because I believe that she is a great singer.
And I am fond of art.
I think art the importance of art can not be denied.
As for the genuineness of the pearls, I bought them at my jeweller's.
Which one, may I ask?
The one I always visit, when I am in Paris.
I hope your will help us, with objective information,
to get rid of this disgusting affair.
Thank you.
You were right, mother, in telling me not to marry that ruffian.
Life is like a mirror,
sometimes so bright,
but soon,
oh soon,
gets covered by night.
I tried to wipe the mirror,
but the sadness remained,
and now I fear,
oh so I fear,
Will it ever end?
We searched everything
but we still miss a piece of that necklace.
-About three pearls. -Main thing is we got the rest.
Mr.attorney, these three pearls may be extremely important.
Indeed, they could be extremely important.
Why do you think so?
If the magician took the pearls from that container...
Not a container, it was rather an etui. I took it like this
and I cut finger, thus making it all bloody.
Alright. If the pearls from the etui were taken by the magician,
the wire could have cut in his pocket and the three pearls remained there.
The rest he put into our client's pocket.
-and then they fell throught the hole in his pocket. -I fixed the hole right away.
You should have fixed it beforehand.
If the pearls are found in the magician's jacket,
then we have a proof of your innocence.
We need to interrogate Klara. But now, let's have a drink.
I'd rather find the three pearls.
Oh, the cat ball,
The best ball of them all,
Where cat dance in their robes,
where cats share their hopes.
And then the cat king,
himself, starts to sing,
Around the piano,
the cats are dancing.
No dogs were invited,
No mice were allowed,
when all of the sudden,
a mouse appeared in the crowd.
Oh the cat ball,
in the cat house,
Is the one place,
which is no good for a...
mouse.
Of course, the experts must have been wrong. Or maybe...
Maybe what?
The pearls found at the pocket of the suspect Janacek
may not have been the same pearls that had been stolen.
I don't follow you.
What if the thief had a set of counterfeit pearls ready and swaped the two sets?
Nobody was searched at the crime scene.
You see, that's quite possible.
-But then... -Well? Then what?
Then it's quite possible that the suspect, Janacek, is not guilty.
He is a simpleton, incapable of such a crime
such a sophisticated action.
-But it could have been the magician. -So that Janecek is stupid?
-completely, mr.Minister. -Hm.
-And the other one is a savvy fellow? -Clever as hell.
We'll have a hard time putting him on the spot.
But we'll make him tell whether the pearls were bogus or not.
So far, everyone has confessed.
Alright then, leave this on alone. I'll take care of him myself.
You arrest that Janacek. I'm sure that his conscience is not clean either.
Nobody's conscience is, mr.Minister.
Yes, sir.
No dogs were invited,
No mice were allowed,
when all of the sudden,
a mouse appeared in the crowd.
Oh the cat ball,
in the cat house,
is the one place,
-which is no good for a... -Mouse.
A savvy fellow.
Special agent Gub, please.
Yes.
Understand.
Cabaret Tartaros.
Magician Pitterman.
Yes sir.
...I know
Under the tree, where I gave you my love,
I gave you what you asked.
And there...
Go and find me a treasure, or forever be cursed,
For you stole a treasure, for you stole my pleasure,
Find me a treasure,
And give me the key,
Only for me.
For the tears of treason,
I want you to pay,
For there is a reason,
a price for every day.
For what you took away,
though you promised to stay.
Pearls, rings and jewels,
I want it all so I can -
So I can forget,
Forget...
Then go, find me a treasure,
for you stole one from me,
And give me a key,
a key that is mine,
For good.
Give me two minutes, Klara.
They will see us here.
They won't.
I took this job just because of you.
Bad luck, then. Because I don't love you anymore.
-You are a ruffian, just like my husband. -No!
-and the same coward. -No!
No? What about Nurnberg, where I had to lie to him and say
-I was hit by a champagne cork? -It was pure passion.
And what about Paris? The cork story didn't work there anymore.
Confess it, Klara. You are in love with another man.
Not yet but I hope I will be so lucky one day.
-Yes? -May I come in?
-Come in but don't come any closer. -I came to...
-ask a few questions. -Are you a journalist?
-No. A court attorney. -Ah, the pearls. -Right.
Aaaah...
Put this away before somebody gets killed.
First question. May I use your piano?
-This one? -Yes.
-It's out of tune. -Even better.
Oh, how I love you,
with a love so deep,
all of the sudden,
as if I woke up from a sleep.
Oh, life is a surprise,
And time is running fast,
let's enjoy it together,
let's love, while it lasts.
My blood is burning,
my eyes are yearning,
with a passion,
of a lion.
Oh, give me your hand,
lay it on my heart,
The heaven is ours tonight.
Your blood is burning,
Yeah yeah yeah
your eyes are yearning,
...so yearning...
with a passion,
of a lion.
-Oh, give me your hand -But where?
-lay it on my heart -Be a little more precise
The heaven is ours tonight.
Let me tell you,
there is heaven on earth,
-Let me tell you -Let him tell you
-...and believe me -...and believe him
there is heaven
right here on earth.
My husband. Run, quickly, through the window!
There is a fire ladder.
I left my hat here.
May the minister hope?
Hope he may.
I left my hat here.
-What are you having, Lily? -What do you buy, Bobby? -A beer.
-A beer it is, then. -Twice!
Cigarettes.
Bobby, there is a fly!
-What are you having, Mici? -What do you buy, Bobby?
Now they are too tight,
now they don't fit right,
And how will she fix,
the shoes that are size 6,
while her size is 7, la la la
I've got to go and perform.
-But I still didn't ask you... -I'll be back.
Look at me, look at me, look at all that I can do
Ratata, ratata, ratatata...
You were right. They were in his pocket.
Well, why didn't you leave them there?
You said we needed them.
But they are a proof of your innocence only in the pocket of his jacket.
I guess I'll put them back, then.
Give them to me, I'll do it myself.
You're not ... the kind for this.
-You are arrested. -Why?
Stop asking and come with me.
My knees are shaking,
look at my knees,
my knees are trembling,
and I ask you, please,
I am on my knees, mister,
dying for some warmth,
this weather, cold and sinister,
is waiting for your... touch.
You sure know what it means,
the trembling of a girl's knees,
it is such a chilling,
when nobody is willing,
to touch me with his love.
What happened to the heat,
now that I really need,
to warm my frozen feet?
I am on my knees, mister,
dying for some warmth,
this weather, cold and sinister,
is waiting for your... touch.
My knees are shaking,
look at my knees,
how they are trembling,
I want a man,
who'll, like a flame, put my knees on fire!
My knees are trembling
Or maybe it's not the cold?
Here I am.
Which one?
In your eyes, the colour of the ocean,
I put a rose, the color of my love.
And I, without a question, went your direction,
The man that I dream of.
We stood together, on Happiness mountatin.
So happy we were.
I found myself wanting to be forever with you there.
You're little shy, don't ask me why,
I find it so cute.
-I feel I'm blushing -My heart is rushing
-What did she say? -The usual. You may hope.
You are impossible. I'll have to do this myself.
My husband.
Out. Through the window!
I'm not going there.
May I hope that you will sing just for me?
Oh, that's you.
Come in.
Stop it! Stop it!
He has left his board here again.
I'll make you a star of the opera.
I am sorry, minister. You are just not my type.
Police.
Good morning.
Don't be angry.
I'm telling you, one is missing. I have 11 knives, here are just 10.
There will be no show until you find the lost one.
Don't worry, we'll get you out of this.
If you say so... then I almost don't worry anymore.
Ah!
Pitterman, magician, on stage! There is a change in programme!
Hey, get out and get on the stage.
Pepa, the pearls!
-I forgot to put them back there. -That's alright. I'll do it myself.
Pitterman!
On the stage!
Change of programme!
Move your ass, man!
What's up?
-He's locked in there. -Let's break the door then.
Get the minister.
-But this is not your husband. -No, he is a plumber.
-Who is it? -The press, probably.
The press.
Is the minister here?
Aaaah!
We had to change the programme, since the knife-thrower misses one knife.
So i went to get Pitterman.
-And what happened? -I knocked on the door
And inside there was this noise, like somebody running.
-And where is he gone now? -Ran through the window, I guess.
You can stay here, until everything explains.
-I would... I don't mean to... -Don't worry, we're alone.
-Completely? -Hm.
That's how I imagined it.
-Kitty...
-That was just a cat playing. -A cat?
I'll put my hand on my heart,
And I'll sing you a kiss,
About how perfect it is,
To be looking at you.
What a great sight,
In this beautiful night,
To be looking at you,
So beautiful too.
The secret we share,
Before we have to leave,
Goodbye
Think of me.
The heart is on fire
The eyes are burning
Goodbye
I love you
Goodbye
I'll stay in your heart
When we're apart
Goodbye
I love you.
Brutal murder: Who killed the magician?
I told you, I didn't kill him.
But you were there!
Sure I was, but I don't make such mess. I am a pro.
The general attorney, please.
Yes, minister?
Understood. Don't worry.
Justicia!
How many heroes of the past
gave their life for justice?
Therefore, we also must not hesitate
to point a finger at those,
who, for their own sake,
attempt to hinder our efforts for a clean society,
a just society, an ideal society.
Vivat justicia, Long live justice.
I hereby declare a beginning of this trial.
Stella, I lost it. Who is the first to speak? Me or him?
-He is. -Thanks.
Look at him, honorable jury.
What would you say? A man of simple spirit.
But simple men do not work in music halls.
And this man is certainly no simpleton.
Although this will be certainly the defender's intention, right?
To make this man look like a simple-minded innocent.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, I will prove,
that this man is in fact a calculating deceiver!
Upon his arrest, he produced false pearls.
And he hid the genuine ones for himself.
What more, he tried to escape.
Isn't that proof enough?
Only later in the evening was he arrested.
At the place of his defender's assistant!
-I object! -Quiet!
You, honourable jury, have a right to ask yourself a question:
Why did the defendant tried to escape?
After all, it was just a theft he was guilty of.
A theft?
Not really.
Look at these two fingerprints.
Fingerprint A comes from defendant's personal data card.
Fingerprint B was found on the murder weapon,
used to kill the magician Pitterman.
Both fingerprints are, as you see, quite identical.
The weapon is a special dagger, owned by Mr.Accurato.
There were no other fingerprints on it, save for these,
the fingerprints of the defendant.
I will leave the conclusion up to you.
This man is a murderer!
Quiet!
I'll give it up. There is no way to argue against the fingerprints.
I'll just try to get him a life sentence, instead of having him hanged.
Don't be foolish. The fingerprints mean two things:
Pepa had held the knife before and the real killer had gloves.
That's enough for the general attorney.
Why didn't he wear gloves too?
-He left fingerprints everywhere... -Wait! Everywhere...
Vilem, I have an idea.
And it's ours.
I open the second day of the trial.
The floor belongs to the defender.
We know these two fingerprints already.
The both belong to my client.
But I have two more fingerprints here.
Look at them, they are quite the same,
and therefore they all belong to my client too.
And now!
I said they were the same - but they are not.
The difference lies in this scar.
Which is neither to be found in the personal card fingerprint,
Nor in the one on the murder weapon.
I took this fingerprint from the etui in which the pearls
had been stored.
My client left them there after cutting his thumb acccidentaly.
The same scar is visible in a fingerprint I had taken of my client
today at noon.
Notice the scar is curing gradually.
I therefore believe that this makes the issue clear.
Fingerprint C proves us,
that my client had made his scar before the theft.
He had it before the murder and he still has it.
The fingerprint on the weapon has no such scar.
I am sure, honourable jury, you are able to arrive to a conclusion.
The fingerprint from the weapon is an old one,
made at a time when my client cleaned the knives of Mr.Accurato.
What does this prove?
Yes indeed, dear jury,
This proves that the real killer wore gloves.
And I am asking you:
a ) who was the thief, b ) who was the murderer and c ) why?
We can answer this question after a visit to the spot of the crime.
The general attorney!
Pay attention, please. Mr. witness, do you recognize this jacket?
-Yes, it belongs to mr, Pitterman. -Thank you.
And now, mr. witness, can you reach into the pocket of the jacket?
What is there?
-Nothing. -Nothing?
Nothing.
Let him try the other one.
-What? -Try the other one!
Right. Try the other one.
A pearl!
-It's a pearl. -from the stolen necklace.
And now, reach there again...
And again...
These pearls prove that the magician was the thief!
The pearls stayed in his pocket when the string broke.
Besides, it points to the murderer.
He was the one who wanted to keep secret that these pearls were not genuine.
And therefore I ask:
Whose interest was it to make the pearls appear genuine?
What do you want?
On the day the pearls were stolen, mr.Pitterman wore a different jacket.
The silver one that he was wearing when they killed him.
Witness!
You told us you were knocking at the door,
And you heard someone running. It was not a noise from a fight.
Right indeed.
It was the murderer, running around,
attempting to hide the three pearls into the magician's jacket,
in order to establish an evidence that the defender mentioned.
But that's not true...
I had found them before, I was only returning them there,
because miss assistant... mister defender... they said...
... that the evidence is no good if they don't find it in the pocket.
One more thing, mr.witness.
You claimed you had had a feeling,
that there were two people running behind the closed doors.
-Yes please. -And two there were!
One was putting the pearls into the pocket,
and the other was taking the gloves off.
The one who wanted Janacek to be freed by the court,
because he had bet a sports car on it!
A cynical, calculating murderer, the defender himself!
That's irreve... irrleve...
That's nonsense!
-I have an alibi! -What kind of alibi?
I was, at the time of the crime, in the cloakroom of mrs. Klara Kralova.
Can you confirm that?
Yes, he was with me.
Are there any other witnesses?
Because, as you see, a testimony of a music hall queen
will hardly convince the jury.
-There are others! -Who?
The minister.
He was kneeling in front of her, saying he'd make he a star of the opera.
That's an utter nonsense.
I've never seen this man. I do not know him.
But there was another gentleman with the minister.
A fat, bald man.
I saw him here today.
Fat and bald!
Do you see the inconsistency of this testimony?
That gentleman came later.
Yes, I did enter the cloakroom but nobody was there anymore.
The minister was gone by then.
Where was he then? The witness stood right behind the door.
How did the minister disappear?
Well?
Make sure to make up something
Something trustworthy!
He... fell out of a window.
There you see it.
It is up to you, dear jury, to judge the words of this lady against
the words of our minister.
Judge, consider and reason.
I personally have no doubt in chosing whom to believe.
Oh, the cat ball,
-The best ball of them ... -all!
-All? -All!
Where cat dance in their robes,
where cats share their hopes.
And then the cat king,
himself, starts to sing,
Around the piano,
the cats are dancing.
-Sing? -Sing! -What a thing!
-No dogs were invited, -Absolutely none?
-No mice were allowed, -Not at all
when all of the sudden,
a mouse appeared in the crowd.
-Yeah, a mouse -Yeah, yeah
-In the house -Va, va, va
What a bad luck
did it struck
-No dogs were invited, -Absolutely none?
-No mice were allowed, -Not at all
when all of the sudden,
a mouse appeared in the crowd.
-Yeah, a mouse -Yeah, yeah
-In the house -Va, va, va
what a bad luck
did we struck.
May the minister hope?
Come in.
I need you to witness that you saw Vilem here.
Will you do that?
You will save lives of two people.
Will you do it?
Yes.
Yes!
Understood.
Thank you, colleague.
I am leaving this world voluntarily, broken-hearted.
The world is cruel and heartless, while out there, there is eternal bliss.
You can comfort yourself in the knowledge that
your deaths will contribute to the strengthtening of the
immortal ideas of justice.
These ideas would be endangered if you insisted on living.
It is true what the priest here says
In my case, at least, it is. What was my life all about?
Trouble, trouble, trouble.
Consider that plaster. Before I get it to the cemetery,
-it's hard as a rock. -Yeah, plaster does these things.
-You should have mixed it before. -Nah, there was no water there.
-There used to be this well... -A well, you say.
The kingdom of heaven is too like a well,
And only one way to the well is correct.
And who does not follow it, shall die of thirst.
You say you suffered an injustice. Thank god for it.
For the injustice is a gateway to a life with no injustices.
A life, where the plaster does not get hard so soon.
This was so nice, so nicely put, that one can hardly believe it.
Would you have a proof or something?
A proof...
What is a proof?
What good is a proof if everything can be proved?
Thank you for your beautiful words, sir.
We'll tell them about you, once we're up there in paradise.
Do tell them, friends.
Tell the lord that the roof of his house is no longer leaking,
But his humble servant now owes money to the roofers.
The choirs are singing
Glory glory hallelujah,
Blessed be this great day
Our government has decided to reward you with an order of a knight
for exceptional work for the purity of law and justice.
Congratulations, mister general attorney.
Pearls, rings and jewels,
I want it all so I can -
So I can forget.
Forget...
Then go, find me a treasure,
for you stole one from me,
And give me a key,
a key that is mine,
For good.
Don't be so sad, mrs. Kralova.
I know it's a tragedy but nothing can help him anymore.
Get moving before I hit you.
Why do you cry?
For the lawyer they're about to hang?
Good for him. Should have left you alone.
This will happen to everyone who'll dare to touch you.
The knifethrower too.
I got it all set up for him.
If the idiot Janacek didn't mess up, they'd find the knifethrower guilty.
Who could have thought that the gen.attorney won't figure the knife.
Stupid.
I see, I see.
These are serious accusations that need to be acted upon.
The general attorney!
My respect.
There is this issue, dear colleague.
Mrs. Klara Kralova is here claiming,
that her husband confessed to her that he had killed that Pitterman.
That would suggest that a miscarriage of justice has occured.
Do you understand me?
This puts the reputation of justice in question. Do you understand?
And your reputation too.
Justice must be carried through, you see.
With no respect to the persons involved.
I understand you, minister.
The special agent, please.
Understood.
Tadadadah...
Aaaaah!
Accept my sincere condolences, madam,
but please understand that the confession of a dead man...
But you were in the cloakroom too.
Why don't you say you saw Vilem there?
Of course I was there, and of course I saw him there,
But saying this in public would discredit the state.
Of course I might help them some other way - if you sing for me.
I will.
I keep my promises.
Ehm...
So you always keep your promises?
What about the pearls, were they genuine or not?
You must understand that the state budget has certain limits.
Let me sing you a song,
to walk you into your dreams,
a dream where nothing is wrong,
a dream that redeems.
Like a magical fish,
I will fulfil your wish,
nothing will ever go wrong,
as long as I sing you my song.
Messenger, make your way to the prison yard,
where two murderers are about to be hanged.
This envelope is for the hangman.
It contains an amnesty for these two criminals.
Your last wish?
I am well informed.
But, minister, the whole trial doesn't make sense.
How could Janacek get the counterfeit pearls,
when he first saw the genuine ones few minutes before the theft?
Yes, this was caused by the incompetence of my advisors.
And, minister, if I may speak now,
I, too, saw you in the cloakroom with the defender attorney.
Everything will be alright now. The amnesty is on its way.
Your last wish?
-Can we sing? -Is that really your last wish?
Yes, we want to sing a bit.
Please.
There once were these two fellas,
First, Emil who grew his crops,
And then there was,
Jano, he was keeping ox.
One day, Emil knocks,
on Jano's door,
he'd like to crop the crops,
here's what he asked for:
I need a few coins,
to buy me a scythe,
I'll pay you back,
I promise herewith.
And Jano said: "Emil", this is is your bad day,
the money you're asking,
I myself can't pay.
There over the rainbow,
right behind the hills,
where all the white clouds go,
there are gold-yielding fields.
Let's move there together,
to this eden on earth,
let's start a new living,
with happiness and mirth.
There lives a woman,
Eve is her name,
She's so fond of apples,
and snakes are to blame,
all the same.
What a great life, over those hills,
till we realise,
we're missing our fields.
They'll miss their crops, their herds of ox,
the great poverty of men.
Tap, ta-ba-dap,
Soon both these fellas,
set forth home, whereas,
Eve will be crying,
under the tree.
And that's the end of the story,
and, memento mori,
things will never change,
from their familiar range,
into something strange.
And since you don't want to
end up on the gallows,
forget about yout sorrows,
and a sing a song,
(that can't do no wrong).
Let's make some clanging,
before we're hanging,
eventhough our hearts are little weak.
But as we speak,
the two freaky freaks,
there is still blood in our cheeks.
There once were these two fellas,
First, Emil who grew his crops,
And then there was,
Jano, he was keeping ox.
One day, Emil knocks,
on Jano's door,
he'd like to crop the crops,
here's what he asked for:
I need a few coins,
to buy me a scythe,
I'll pay you back,
I promise herewith.
And Jano said: "Emil", this is is your bad day,
the money you're asking,
I myself can't pay.