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PRESENTS

TWO GIRLS ON THE STREET

FROM THE STAGE PLAY BY

SCREENPLAY BY

MUSIC BY

CINEMATOGRAPHER

CAST

DIRECTED BY

Ladies and gentlemen,

I cordially welcome you.

I'm overjoyed to celebrate
this great and festive occasion with you.

Hear, hear!

I am one of the players
in this joyous occasion.

Hear, hear!

But the leading lady
is my beloved sweet little Gizi...

Hear, hear!

...who I solemnly promise
will be the sole purpose of my life,

just as she's been in the past,

to join together with her
in a happy and satisfied marriage.

Hear, hear!

And I graciously thank her parents,

her father, her mother —

- What happened?
- Did she cut herself?

Did something happen, Gyöngyi?

Excuse me.

For God's sake, Gyöngyi,

are you trying to ruin my life?

I already explained to you

that there are certain social obligations.

There was nothing else I could do.

Nothing else you could do? And me?

What should I do? And the child?

Your child!

So you want to blackmail me?

Blackmail?

No. Destroy you.

Like you destroyed me
and the future of your child. You —

Shut your mouth, or else...

It's nothing. Just a little scratch.

But I'm still worried.
What's been keeping them so long?

- Enough!
- Quiet!

What is it? Is there a problem?

No, no problem. It's just that Gyöngyi —

Problem? There's no problem.

Just that this scoundrel lied
and said he loved me,

and that he'd marry me.

- Me, who...
- Who?

What happened?

Who...

will be having his child.

Get out!

You're no longer my daughter!

Get out!

This guy's a regular scoundrel!

No. It's the woman's fault!

Who would have thought?

WOMEN'S CLINIC

Save your breath

I can't believe you anymore

Save your breath

You'd just lie anyway

I know it hurts

But I'm saying goodbye

I won't sob through the night
Ever again

Save your breath

But how I'd love to believe

Because you once said you loved me

But you've lied so many times now

That there's just no use

Save your breath

Save your breath

What do you think of our new violinist?

I pulled some strings for her in the band.

Where do you know her from?

- She's our neighbor.
- I see.

Save your breath

But how I'd love to believe you

Because you once said you loved me

You putz!

What are you doing?
Your hands are shaking.

Over there, not here.

Save your breath

Save your breath

Save your breath

Bricks over here!

Hey, we're out of bricks.

What's all this loafing about?
Working overtime for double wages?

A full handbarrow fell on her leg.

Enough talk! Keep on moving!

Krepuska! Krepuska!

- What is it?
- The mortar's thin.

Hey, Tóni!

Bring that back!

Head foreman!

Korcza!

- Good evening, Mr. Architect.
- Good evening, Korcza.

- How's it coming along?
- Well, thank God. We'll be ready.

Of course. It's your first day.

You have to learn it.

Now where does it hurt?

- Here.
- Let me see.

Here? There, there now.

Get your paws off me,
or I'll split your head in two!

- Who do you think you're hitting?
- No!

What's going on here? Are you drunk?

She slapped me.

Should I just let him do it?
They pass by me, and their hands —

Quiet! Get back to work.

What are you waiting for?

Mari. She's got the handbarrows.

You should calm down.

They all think I'm only here
so they can feel me up.

I came to Budapest this morning.
I don't know my way around.

Korcza, do we have enough materials?

We're expecting two shipments of bricks.

I don't even have a place to stay.

- Sir.
- What is it?

- I don't know where I'm sleeping.
- So?

- I told the head foreman.
- What did you tell him?

That I don't know where I'm sleeping.

Can I sleep here?

- Where?
- In the tool shed.

- No, it has to be locked.
- I'll look after it.

- Who'll look after you?
- The good Lord.

He's looking after me right now.

What do I care?
Sleep there, but be careful.

Thank you.

Save your breath

Check, please.

Save your breath

Since I know you'd just lie anyway

It's closing time, sir.

Save your breath

I know you'd just lie anyway

- Slow day today.
- It's Monday.

- The whole week is Monday.
- Don't worry, sweetie.

Save your breath

- Hello, songsters!
- Hello, Pletyus!

What did you bring?

You think it'll always be like this?

Things were so bad last year,
I hardly ate a thing.

- And now?
- Same thing.

That's because you don't have
any classy undergarments.

But undergarments are extremely important.

If you don't have a slip like Pletyus,
how can you be renowned?

Oh, don't be silly.

Did you fall on your head?
Coming here on Monday to sell slips?

What? Ladies don't wear slips on Monday?

Stop scrounging. Let us get undressed.

Okay, I'm going.

Tastes better than the mortar, eh?

Try it.

Then give me some.

Not this. The mortar.

That's right, Korcza.

I know what tempo is.
I've worked in Berlin and New York.

- Recently at the Madison Building.
- Impressive.

- 1,200 —
- Good night.

Good night.
1,200 people toiling in one building.

650 feet tall.

Restaurant on the 30th floor,
barbershop on top.

Impressive.

Well, I'll be damned.

They're working round the clock.
True, I don't sleep much myself.

I have a meeting
at the Gellért at midnight,

I get home at 3:00 a.m.,

and I run to Gyor at 6:00 a.m.

Why don't you go home?

- I'm eating, Mr. Architect.
- Oh, it's you.

Korcza, I've permitted this girl
to sleep here in the tool shed.

You hear that, Bödo?

Yes.

- Good evening, Mr. Architect.
- Good evening, Korcza.

- Mr. Architect?
- What is it?

Pardon me,
but thank you for being so kind to me.

What's that?

- Thank you for putting me up.
- Very well.

- Mr. Architect?
- What is it?

Thank you for backing me up
against that swine.

Very well, my dear. Good night.

Thank you
for also engaging in conversation with me.

That's all right. Go to sleep.

Mr. Architect!

What is it?

It was so interesting,
what you were telling the head foreman.

That there are such huge buildings.

1,200 people and just 650 feet?

And a barbershop on top?

Well,

that's a lot of bread.

Why don't you go to sleep?
Do you need something?

Oh, no.

Isn't it time for you to go home?

It's not healthy
to burn the midnight oil like this.

So you disapprove.

You're quite right.

- Mr. Architect.
- What is it?

Where are you going now?

You won't listen to good advice?

You're going carousing.
You're trampling on your health.

Tell me,
what on earth do you want from me?

Me?

Nothing.

I just felt sorry for you, sir.
Don't get mad at me.

Good night.

- Now just wait a minute.
- Let me go!

Leave me alone!

Who do you think I am?
You should be ashamed of yourself!

Shut your mouth!

- I won't be quiet!
- Shut up! Who hurt you?

- Bödo!
- Yes, sir!

- Lock up the tool shed.
- Yes, sir.

Are you happy now?

- What's going on here?
- A plane crashed.

- Where?
- In the cellar!

You fools should be ashamed of yourselves!

What's going on here?
Break it up! Let's go!

I was getting undressed
when he jumped on me like a madman.

Ah, he was just fooling around.

Fooling around with a girl
when she's sleeping.

Boo-hoo, my dear.

Oh, morality! Let's go.

Coming from such a great man,
that's an honor.

An honor?

That an intelligent person
would do something like that to a woman?

That's no person, my dear.
That's just a man.

A person gets a job,

carries the mortar, bricks and limestone,

thinks it'll be easy now,

but that's when
the real physical abuse begins.

What kind of physical abuse?

Laborers, bricklayers, foremen.
They all feel me up and pinch me!

My hands are about to fall off
from all this lugging,

the handbarrow fell on my leg,

and my backbone hurts.
What else do they want from me?

What?

Love, you little goose.

Eternal love for five minutes.

Five minutes?

Okay, ten minutes.

A man like that comes along,

he whispers in your ear,

pretends that he needs you,

and promises.

Wasn't he like that?

- No.
- Then what?

I'd just left, he came in,
he came at me, and I came out.

Not this one.

I'm talking about the first one.

Who you've been with!

I've never had anyone.

Where are you from?

Gádorvirág.

What? What's your name?

Vica Torma.

What's your father's name?

Péter Antal Szal,
but he's just my stepfather.

We buried him last week.

I don't know him.

Why? Do you know that place?

What's your name?

Wait, I know.

Gyöngyi of the Kártély family.

What's new at home?

What are you doing in Budapest?

- I'm on vacation.
- Vacation?

By day.

By night, I play in an all-woman band.

- An all-woman band?
- Yeah.

What a rotten profession!

The fate of women is so unpredictable.

It just goes from bad to worse.

I'm sitting here,
and I don't know what'll become of me.

You don't have any money?

I do. 27 fillérs.

Don't spend it all in one place.

I need to look for a job.

Here? Why don't you go home?

To who? I only had a stepfather.

You can stay with me until you find a job.

- God forbid.
- What?

I'm not joining an all-woman band.

Get off of that handbarrow.
Here's your stuff.

Now get out of here.
It's private property.

Come on, honey.

My God.

It's raining.

It's 12:30. She should be home by now.

I bought her a little dress.

She'll look just like a little sugar doll.

Come on, I'll show you.

Oh, it's stunning.
Dozens of men will be after her.

- And this?
- Hordes of men.

That's just what we need. Come in!

Pletyus is here.
Manci, are you buying a slip?

- Send her in.
- Pletyus, come on in!

Hello there, my sweet little darlings!

Listen here, children.

There's big talk on Liliom Street.

Cilka Kuklis is coming up in the world.

- Cilka Kuklis?
- You don't say.

Why are you so surprised?

Cilka Kuklis is marrying
a filthy rich coffin manufacturer.

He's a very decent and neurotic man.

You ordered six slips. Look here.
They're like a dream.

Look at this lace, sweetie.
It's beautiful.

These two aren't bad either.

What do you think of this nightgown?

Look here. This is for you, sweetie.
Two for 22 pengös.

Put down that apple!

You'll soil the merchandise!
Wipe your paws!

I'd buy one for Vica. Sell it for cheap.

I can't.

Where's little Vica? Let me kiss her.

I'm going to smack her.

- Why?
- She always gets home so late.

Give me a cigarette. Where is she?

She's at the manicurist's. She gets tips.

She brings all of it home.

She's a good little girl.

Yes, she is. Yesterday she said

we'd open a manicure salon,
and I'd be the general manager.

Now give it to me for cheap
and I'll buy her one.

I can't, sweetie. I'd be losing money.

My feet are swollen from walking.

And the risks?
Come on, sweetie. Sign here.

I hope it'll be ready in time.
I'll be back towards the evening.

Goodbye, Korcza.

I don't like it. It's too short.

Shall I wear a train?

That's probably too short for you too, eh?

- You don't like this either?
- No.

What an expert you've become
since they cured you of dementia.

What? If I don't like it, I don't like it.

You look like a log.

Well, you look like a cow in a quilt
in that nightgown.

- Just mind your own business.
- Me?

- You don't understand anything.
- You're just jealous.

Me, jealous?

What,
should I be jealous of your wasp waist?

- Wasp waist?
- You heard me.

Just shut your mouth
before I step on your tongue!

Ladies, I hope it doesn't bother you
that I'm sleeping over there.

Filc, you were once a clever,
cultured man.

- Tell me, is this slip too short?
- Yes, it is!

It's all relative.

If a tall woman wears it short,
if a short woman wears it long.

You still haven't signed, my dear.

Wait a second. Sign what? Sign again?

Finally, Vica. Where have you been?

- There was a lot of work to do.
- Hello, sweetie.

- Good day, Filc. How are you?
- Fine, thank you.

- Manci!
- Yes?

Sebok's here.
The one that was here the other day.

Now just give me back my slip!

Whatever.

- Goodbye.
- I'm coming in for the money.

- What did you want to buy?
- These two slips.

For you!

And cheap too. Just 22 pengös.

14 pengös, and not a penny more.

What? 14 pengös?

Children, Lali's here.

- You don't say!
- He's outside talking to the boss.

What has he been doing?

Doing? Time, I bet.

- Hello, ladies.
- Hello!

- Hello, Juci.
- Hello, Lali!

- You're being rude again today.
- Hello, Gyöngyi.

You look so elegant, Lali.

Business is good. Hello, my darling.

Tell me, Lali,
do you know of any foreign contracts?

In what capacity?

You poor, ignorant pimp.

You got the wrong guy.
I'm an artistic agent. Period.

Gyöngyi,
I have an engagement for you in Warsaw.

Too late, Lali. I can't leave Budapest.

But you've been telling me
you want to go abroad!

I can't anymore.

- Why?
- Don't you know she had a child?

And how beautiful it is.

She has a 20-year-old daughter.

A 20-year-old daughter?

If we divide both sides
by A-squared over B-squared,

then X-squared over A-squared
plus Y-squared over B-squared

is equal to one.

We call this
the central equation of an ellipse.

Well done.

It's 9:00 p.m.

I have to leave for the office soon.

How much did you shake together
last night?

These must be poor times.
Even the beggars are doing badly.

Why do you drink?

In the interest of the state.

But it's bad for your health.

That's why
we have climatic health resorts,

houses of correction,
penitentiaries and mental hospitals.

Don't teach me this, Filc.

Teach me like yesterday,
about how the Earth spins.

I never would've thought
the Earth was spinning,

and we don't even notice it.

And the moon, and the stars.

If you're interested in astronomy,

I just read an article today
about the oceans on the moon.

I'll bring it over.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Gyöngyi?
- Vica.

I'm looking for Gyöngyi.

- I'm a good friend of hers.
- You are?

- Please, have a seat.
- Thank you.

Who exactly are you?

Just got back from abroad.
They're looking for beautiful girls,

with extraordinary figures
for a big revue in Bucharest.

And I think I found one.

- You!
- Get your hands off me! Filc!

- Get your hands off me! Filc!
- Quiet!

She wanted to kiss me at any cost.

- Out!
- Filc, have you gone mad?

Filc, you've gone mad!

Scoundrel!

Scram!

"You should be ashamed.

Your daughter
suffers from great moral deprivation.

She's languishing away
in an all-woman band,

at the disposal of the guests.
If your heart hasn't rotted away..."

"At the disposal of the guests."

This is a scandal!

I just don't know what to do.

This is terrible!

Counselor, what is this about?

Please just continue reading it.

"She lives here at 6 Gáz Street
with women who make honest livings.

As her father,
you are obliged to support her."

Vica. Vica!

Did you write my father a letter?

Don't shout at me. I did it for you.

- This is evident.
- Did I ask you to?

Did I ask for your help?

- I don't want anything from him.
- He's offering an annual allowance.

Take it, Gyöngyi!

As an attorney, I suggest you accept it.

Your father will be overjoyed. Goodbye.

- Goodbye, counselor.
- Goodbye.

- Vica!
- Gyöngyi!

- Vica!
- Gyöngyi!

- Nice house, isn't it?
- I can tell that you built it.

Right this way.

This here is the bedroom.

It gets plenty of air and sunlight.

Bus and tram stop in front of the house.

Right this way.

- It's nice work.
- A masterpiece.

And this here is the small room.

I think I'll brag that you were the one
who carried the mortar.

The house faces southeast.
Would you like to see the terrace?

I highly recommend it, as there's
no house like it in the neighborhood.

Naturally, if you'll be driving,
you have a garage at your disposal.

Very well, then.

Right this way.
We can talk over the contract.

Right this way.

Slow down, or else I'll just toss it.

Go ahead and toss it. It's not mine.

- It's not mine either.
- Hey, don't knock down that wall!

We won't. Good day.

Good, because you know
how hard it is to build.

What a world!

You can't get a glass of beer
anywhere in town.

You can get one at the corner tavern.

For money!

You'll get one when we're done.

She's going to treat us.

Gyöngyi.

- You can't sleep either?
- No. You neither?

I'm so happy, I can't even sleep.

This house is so beautiful
even in the dark.

Life is grand, isn't it?

You snatched me
from that construction site,

and made a lady out of me.

Why are you so fond of me?

Why do you look after me?

- Perhaps for someone else.
- Your child?

Though I could raise you how I wanted to.

You know, I often picture myself
loving you and teaching you,

but I don't know if I have it in me.

Don't say such things!

How shall I be a good
and smart enough mother?

Now don't worry about me, but your violin.

You need to practice a lot.

Filc says you could be a great musician.

I'll marry you off to a decent man.

You could have a recital at the Vigadó.

Violinist Gyöngyi Kártély.

Only to a worthy, sincere,
honorable man who'll respect you.

To an engineer or an architect.
I'd have faith in them.

- Why them?
- I don't know.

But I really like when someone
makes something out of nothing.

- Who knows what tempo is?
- You silly little thing.

Gyöngyi,

I'm so happy.

They all wanted to come and help.
Manci, Adél, Vici,

but I talked them out of it.

Good work.

I don't want them to find out
about my past here.

- I understand.
- Not for me, for Vica.

I want to secure a decent life for her.

To raise her well
and marry her off with honor.

God willing!

But I have to get some sleep now,

so that I'm fresh

for tonight.

Filc,

let me buy matches from you
just this once.

No, it's not worth that much.

Ten fillérs!

Just put it away.

Pride whispers:

"Give it back, Filc."

But interest shouts:

"Put it away, Filc!"

Interest wins.

Thank you very much.

Good day.

- Pardon me. Don't I know you?
- No.

But excuse me...

Oh, Gyöngyi. There's big trouble.

- What is it?
- He's here.

- Who?
- The architect.

- What architect?
- The owner.

The owner or the architect?

The architect. From the tool shed.
He lives here too.

You're just telling me this now?

- I didn't know.
- This is off to a good start.

You talked me into renting a flat
in this building.

What if he recognizes us?

Pardon me.

- How can I help you?
- My name is István Csiszár.

Good day.

I'm the owner of this house.
I don't mean to bother you,

but is there anything I can help out with?

- Thank you.
- Please, come in.

That's very kind of you.
Just for a minute.

I know we've met before, but where?

Perhaps on Vadász Lane.
We lived there a month ago.

- No, I've got it.
- Yes?

Didn't you vacation at Balaton
two years ago?

- Of course.
- It was very nice.

Now I remember you.

You often swam in a little bathing suit.

For the most part, yes.

- Excuse me. That's my tailor.
- Please do.

I'll do it.

That's better.

And tell me, what are you building now?

Two 6-story buildings.

And tell me, do you like your job?

How could someone not like this job?

Madam,

cheers!

Construction.

I stand on a piece of empty ground,
wave my hand and people appear.

Scaffolding, a wall flies up,
people move in. Now it's a house.

You know how good it feels
that I built this house?

- You? You don't carry brick.
- Pardon me?

A wall doesn't fly up
because you wave your hand.

A person stands on a platform,
and lugs a heavy crate of mortar.

It's the will, strength and sweat
of that person that builds that.

Who would have thought?

- That such a kind young lady...
- What?

That you can appreciate
a laborer's work like this.

- Unfortunately, I must be going.
- Already? Gyöngyi!

I must say, I wasn't counting on
such a pleasant encounter.

He's leaving.

I couldn't have wished for
a more pleasant time.

- Good day.
- Goodbye.

If you ever need anything at all,
you can count on me.

I'm happily at your disposal.

Madam,

good day.

Gyöngyi!

He kissed my hand.

Gyöngyi wasn't mad about yesterday?

What did you tell her?

- At the movies.
- And she believed it?

I pretended to believe it.

Pletyus, you could see it in her eyes,
she wasn't telling the truth.

No, that's out of the question.

Look, Vica,

I'm an honorable man.

If I need someone or something, I buy it.

Doesn't that someone
or something have a choice?

It's purely a question of money.
Anything can be bought and sold.

- Even a woman?
- A woman?

Money can even split a rock in two.

- That's a lie.
- Not at all.

Look, I work with iron and concrete.

I once saw a 20-story building
in New York.

Half of it was in someone's way.
The person paid,

and they cut the building in two.

The building. The iron and concrete.

But there's something that's stronger.
Human dignity.

Dignity? Why, you're the biggest
con-artist in the world.

- You'd only give in to big money.
- Not for any amount!

- Got it?
- Vica.

Vica!

Vica!

You're home already?
I thought you'd be coming home later.

I just got home. Where've you been?

I was looking at hats.
I didn't like any of them.

I don't like you roaming around
by yourself. Did you take a taxi?

I can find my way home on foot.

Hello.

No, you're not bothering me at all.
Good day.

What a surprise.

I have big plans for you.

I want to steal you away.

If only you were serious.

I'm quite serious.

I want to take you golfing.
I haven't played in so long.

I see. And how do you know that I golf?

I saw your clubs in your car
the other day.

Anytime, Gyöngyi. Perhaps this afternoon?

This was an excellent idea
to come out for a little sport.

Go right ahead.

I have other good ideas too.

For instance?

Well, I have an idea for tonight.

What do you have in mind?

A little dance, a little champagne.

What a brilliant idea.

Let's go somewhere tonight.

The three of us.

You, Vica and myself.

- You'd take Vica to a nightclub?
- Why not?

I was thinking just the two of us.

Maria Theresa,
Queen of Hungary and Bohemia,

later Roman-German Empress.
Born in Vienna May 13th, 1717.

Died on the 29th in Axel in 1780.

Maria Theresa,
Queen of Hungary and Bohemia,

later Roman-German Empress.
Born in Vienna, May 13th, 1717.

Died November 29th, 1780.
Father is Emperor and King Charles VI,

mother is Elizabeth Brun —

Hello, Vica.

- Where have you been?
- Shopping.

- I was looking at hats.
- Were there many to choose from?

It's beautiful!

I usually sit on something like this
at the magnates'.

I pledge my noble word.
Speaking of nobles,

the boss of the Waterloo café
slapped a race car driver silly.

He's crossing the street
and here comes that filthy driver.

No horn or anything!
He almost ran him over.

Just like you did to me.

- Me?
- Yeah, with that Mr. Csiszár.

Oh, we went golfing.

They call it "golf" these days?

- What do you mean?
- They used to call it "hanky-panky".

You don't understand.

I can't let this Csiszár
seduce that foolish little girl.

He won't marry her, mark my words.

Has Vica admitted
that she's running around with him?

No, she just keeps on lying.

Now I know
what my parents had to put up with.

These young girls
are swept off their feet like dust.

- I won't stand for it.
- You won't, eh?

What are you laughing at?

Admit it, you like this Csiszár.

Don't bluff me, sweetie.

I like him.

You're sacrificing yourself for Vica.
Oh, you little martyr.

Believe me, I'd rather be with you, Vica.

But I have an important business meeting.

Unfortunately, I can't put it off.

You're not mad, are you?

Are you going out?

I'm meeting an old friend of ours.
Where have you been?

Hello? Yes?

No, I can't talk right now.

Yes, I'll be right there.

- Where are you going?
- I have things to do.

Who are you going with?

- An old friend of ours.
- That's not true.

- What?
- You're lying!

So you had a fight.

She'd still be living on Gáz Street
if it weren't for me.

Why don't you look into
making your own livelihood, Vica?

I could make you an international star.

Get you great clothes,

a big star salary, accounts.

And 20% for me!

You don't have to bluff me.
I know who you are.

Why? Because I'm offering you a contract?

Contract? Get out of here.

I firmly deny this.

Why deny it? It's what I need.

You've lost a lot of weight

You're about to collapse

There's not an ounce of fat on you

But I like it like that

You've lost a lot of weight

There's nothing to grab onto

But this slenderness isn't ugliness

I like it like that

If you carry on like this

Though it's laughable

We'll have to thread you through a needle

So the wind doesn't blow you away

You've lost a lot of weight

You're about to collapse

There's not an ounce of fat on you

But I like it like that

Save your breath

I can't believe you anymore

Save your breath

You'd just lie anyway

I know it hurts

But I'm saying goodbye

I won't sob through the night
Ever again

Save your breath

But how I'd love to believe

Because you once said you loved me

But you've lied so many times now

That there's just no use

Save your breath

Save your breath

Listen, Gyöngyi.

- I know what you're going to say.
- No, you don't.

Every man says it to a woman
when he's given the opportunity.

- Even if he's in love.
- I don't understand.

If he's in love with someone else.

Would you like to dance?

Happily.

Why are you so quiet?

I sense that you're dancing with me

and thinking about someone else.

Perhaps you're right.

- Are you jealous?
- Yes.

Of who?

Of who?

Who you're thinking about.

Vica.

Vica?

Yes, I was thinking of her.
This is her favorite song.

Tell me, Gyöngyi,

why are you putting Vica between us?

No.

I think I'm standing between her and you.

I don't understand.

Tell me, do you love Vica?

- What do you mean?
- I want to know.

See what a sensible little girl you are?

This is the road to worldwide success.

Success?

You'll see, sweetheart.

- No, sweetheart!
- Yes, sweetheart.

What a career I'll make for you!

- Let me out!
- Vica, don't!

- Driver, stop the car!
- What are you doing?

Vica, are you crazy?
You're throwing your big chance away!

Vica?

Vica?

Vica?

Pletyus,

come right away.

There's big trouble.

Vica's disappeared.

I don't understand.

I don't understand
how she could do something like this.

She wrote this.

"I love Csiszár more than my own life.

You took him from me.

Be happy together. Vica."

- Did you really take him?
- Please!

I heard she went to the Kaffa
with that scoundrel, Lala.

- Lali?
- I went to his house,

- but he wasn't there.
- We should call the police.

Nonsense. They'll poke and pry,
asking who is this Lali.

And Csiszár will find out.

If I'd only known how much she loved him.

More than her own life!
What are you standing here for?

You went to the university, eh?

You should've asked
every hotel concierge by now.

Where have you been?

I'll publish my memoirs.

Then you'll find out if you can read.

You good-for-nothing.
You were guzzling at some bar.

Killing yourself
is pretty easy these days.

- What do you mean?
- Buzz off!

Swine!

You old kulak!

What?

Hey!

What are you doing over there?

Vica Torma.

There she is.

Vicuska!

- Vica.
- Filc!

I once wanted to give up on life too,

because I thought I was useless.

But then I realized that I'm important.

Dead people can't sell matches.

It was wrong.

A man can live without knowing
what death is.

But dying without knowing what life is?

That's just wrong.

That's just wrong.

Now how about a little tea?

It'll be good for you, Vica.

A little bit more.

That's it.

And? That's terrible.

So it's not too serious?

Thank God.

But Gyöngyi,
why didn't you tell me about this earlier?

Look, I'll get dressed and be right over.

She's sleeping.

I couldn't have known
that she loved him this much.

More than her own life.

I've often thought that

you shouldn't be in love until you're 50.

How can you be sober
and experienced enough

to beat such a sickness?

Take care of her, Gyöngyi.

Vica.

What are you doing here?

Are you going somewhere
with Gyöngyi again?

No, I have nothing to do with Gyöngyi.

What do you want?

The same thing that you want, Vica.

Then you can go.

You love me more than your own life.

I wrote that letter yesterday.

- Only one night passed since then.
- But what a night.

That fresh air was nice.
It cleared my head.

What kind of man are you,
to just buy and sell love?

Merchant? Trader?

You can't buy dignity, Mr. Architect.

You could marry
a construction worker with honor.

Take him his lunch,

or break your back working,
carrying mortar and brick,

like I did on that construction site
when you first —

What?

- You?
- Me!

I don't know you from Balaton, but from...

- The tool shed.
- How did you end up here?

I wanted to be close to you.

- But I regret it.
- Vica!

- Please! Stop!
- Vica! The mortar...

GYÖNGYI KÁTÉLY
VIOLIN CONCERT

Hey there!

Hey there!

Your lunch is here.

What is it? I'm hungry.

Hey! What's all this loafing about?

Let's go! Move it!

THE END