We see Marek, a typical Czech teenage boy (mullet, earring, hockey jersey) seated at a desk. The room is lit by candlelight (Think: Beethoven composing a sonata.) He dips a feather pen in ink and begins to write:

Dear Hooter’s, my name is Marek and I will be 18 years old on Friday. For my birthday I ask that the American fast-food chain, Hooter’s, open a location in Prague.

 QUICK CUT TO: A pint of beer slams on a table.“Havel Na Hrad” is embossed on the glass.

 Marek’s voice: We have pretty good food here.

QUICK CUT TO: Highly stylized photo of a traditional meat & potato dish. A hand grabs a drumstick.

QUICK CUT TO: Marek skating across a hockey rink. With his mouth full of drumstick, he says, “Sports” and promptly gets sacked by another kid.

Marek’s voice: A new President. 

QUICK CUT TO: A copy of Nase Praha hits a door. The headline reads, “World peace achieved. What’s next for our General?” His mustache is curled to read “Hooter’s.”

Marek’s voice: The best people.

QUICK CUT TO: Marek and two friends, one male and one female, carry heavy hockey gear down a Prague street as the sun sets. Marek stumbles.

QUICK CUT TO: Grandma, 87, at a tattoo parlor. A close-up reveals she’s getting “Fuck Putin” tattooed on her bicep.

Marek’s voice: But No Hooter’s.

QUICK CUT TO: Two sock puppets act out a tragedy at the astrological clock. The one wearing a Hooter’s shirt is dying, Romeo-and-Juliet style. Marek looks on, frowning.

Marek’s voice: I want a place where my friends and I can come together.

QUICK CUT TO: A mixed-gender group drinking and having a good time.

Marek’s voice: A place with good beer.

STILL: A wall of Pilsner kegs.

Marek’s voice: And babes

CUT TO: Grandma, sitting at the bar in a Hooter’s tank top, takes a big bite of a juicy burger.

Marek’s voice: Where we can do our thing. 

QUICK CUT TO: An aerial shot of the hockey-playing teens, mixed gender, arranged on the ice. Their bodies read: “Please, Hooters.”

We see Marek sealing his letter with a red wax stamp that centers the Czech lion.

Text appears on the screen: Hooter’s — now in the Czech Republic. Do your thing.

 CUT TO A CLOSE UP: A framed portrait of legendary former Czech President Vaclav Havel hangs above the Hooter’s bar. He winks and says: “Slava Ukraina.”