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THE FIFTH SEAL

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Based on the original novel by

Written by

Music by

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Directed by

I can't believe this!
We are not children, my dear sir!

You aren't...?
Well, then... here you are.

Good lord, look at this piece of meat...

- It does look nice...
- Nice?... It's beautiful.

I can't remember the last time
I saw something like this.

Finally, you believe me!
For your information, I gave

a Romanische Baukunst and a very special
Bosch book in exchange for it.

I can't wait to feast on it tonight.

And then what...?

- You think it will prevent
you from dying? - What?

I said, you think it will prevent you
from dying?

- What will?
- You, eating this meat.

You're in a philosophical
mood again, eh?

Have you been doing your corrupt
business all day again?

- One does whatever one has.
- Exactly.

One man has brisket for dinner, the
other chicken breast.

It's all about what you have.
In my opinion

you won't come by no brisket in
honest ways

these days... Here you are,
gentlemen, this one's on me.

Good thinking, colleague Béla, it's
damn cold and misty out there.

Are you sure you know what kind of
meat it was you were parading with?

Brisket, as I said, a beautiful
piece of beef.

And how do you know it doesn't
happen to be human brisket?

Stop being disgusting, Mr Gyurica.
Keep your perversions to yourself.

Leave him, he's just trying to
take my appetite, but I won't let him.

I went out of my way to
get those two books,

and I bet he doesn't even know who Bosch
is; but I don't care.

I'm going to enjoy this brisket anyway.

- Mmh, brisket...
- That's the stuff...

I don't even remember how to
cook a good brisket.

Well, I can tell you, for what
it's worth.

Here's how my wife usually does it.

First, she takes the meat.
It's usually not too...

So is the brisket yours, colleague
Béla, or is it Mr Király's?

- It's Mr Király's of course... - Then
you will let him do the talking.

As you wish, forget I even
said anything.

You're embarrassing me, Mr Gyurica.
But if you insist,

I'll gladly share it with you, for I
do have an outstanding recipe.

Naturally it doesn't mean that
colleague Béla's wife, whom I greatly

respect as a housewife, couldn't
prepare it even finer,

even tastier...

So then, as I see it, it's not about

the stuffing. It's about the needling.

Exactly right.

However, when you prepare the needling,

you have to make absolutely sure
your bacon is

nice and translucent rather than crispy.
Now, you take your juicy, glossy,

aromatic bacon and, extremely carefully,
start needling the brisket.

Then, you may want to add small, thin,

quarter-inch long slices of cheese
to taste, that you...

If you don't mind me saying, I am
curious how this brisket would turn out.

- You're curious, are you?
- Yes, I am.

Tell me Mr Kovács, have you ever heard
of cooking steak without garlic?

Good God, of course it has garlic!
It goes without saying that...

Have you heard of
such a thing or not?

No garlic?
There is no steak without garlic.

And there never will be! You can all
be sure of that.

If you really want to know
how to properly cook brisket,

I will tell you how my wife does it.

- Okay, tell us.
- Let's hear it.

Here we go. She buys a piece,
not too big, no more than two pounds.

She cleans it thoroughly,
that's where it all starts.

Some folks wash it twice.

Could you move a bit quicker, sir?!
Do you want air defence to find us?

I'd gladly move faster if I could,
but I can't...

Please, forgive me, sir,
I didn't mean to be rude...

What can I get you?

Well, I am not sure what I could get...

Ask for some mulled wine, sir.

You look like you could do with some.

See, mulled wine actually
sounds wonderful.

Don't listen to a word he says.
Just ignore him.

He knows perfectly well I haven't got
any mulled wine. Never have.

Then perhaps half a liter of wine,
please... If I may.

One half liter of wine.

If you wish to sit down, good sir,
please, feel free to join us.

Thank you very much indeed.
Good evening to you all.

Good evening.

If you truly don't mind,
I would indeed

sit with you for a while...

Please, do.
The more the merrier.

- Oh, you are too kind.
- Please.

In that case I'll take my coat off.

- It is nice and warm in here.
- Of course, my man.

- Thank you.
- Let me take it from you.

We are all people here.

- There you are.
- Thank you kindly.

Care to smoke, Mr Kovács?

- I'll say!
- Please, help yourselves!

Not for me, thank you.

What's this? Darling? We're quite well
off now, aren't we, colleague Béla?

He whines like a little
girl, but secretly hides

a small fortune in his pockets.

Nah, I got it from a captain
this afternoon.

This Darling's very popular these days.

I hear it's soaked in honey.

Frankly, I don't see why
the rich fancy it so much.

- It's like sniffing eau de cologne.
- Why they fancy it...?

It's posh, that's why! Don't think
they actually like it,

they just chase the newest
trends all the time.

True! I used to tend bar at Balázs's
Pub in Hűvösvölgy as a young lad...

A long time ago then!

There was a stunning manor
across the road there.

A senator used to live there.
Some major hotshot.

Well, each and every morning,
he would appear on the balcony

bare naked to do gymnastics.

- Naked?
- Stark naked.

- He must've had a mania.
- Mania? Good one!

If you don't mind me interjecting...

Once, I visited a wealthy family...

What do you do for a living,
if I may ask?

I'm a photographer. But let me just
clarify I am actually

an artistic photographer.

- You are a what now?
- An artistic photographer.

- Keszei. Károly Keszei.
- Uh-huh.

So as I understand, you're a
professional photographer.

No, sir. An artistic photographer.

It's like in my field then.
I may be a carpenter, but I also know

your work has to come from the heart.

Since the clients trust us with
their hard-earned money.

He wants something beautiful in return.
Not just good, something beautiful.

And, well, that is an artform
in itself.

- Isn't that right?
- It sure is.

And you can't even imagine the
degree of joy it brings when...

how should I say... when one is able
to put across his more refined

taste and convince others.

Because if one himself knows
of the greater truth,

it is perhaps one's repsonsibility
to impel others to see it too.

- Uh-huh.
- Did you say something?

I just said 'uh-huh'.

- What did you mean by that?
- Never you mind that, sir.

Well then, cheers! Here's
to a world where everyone is allowed

to have their own opinion,
if you don't mind.

You know, I actually
agree with you on this.

After all, the right to
act according to our own will

is what gives our lives meaning.

And regarding people's
likes and dislikes...

We're all different... fortunately!
How unbearable it would be

if we all agreed on everything!

If dancing naked on the balcony was what
made that senator happy, then

let him do so as much as he likes!
As long as he stays out of my business.

Trouble would only
arise if this senator would be

trusted with distributing,
say, bread ration stamps

nationwide... honestly,
just imagine!

This chap is walking down
the street, looks at all the people,

and because of his new duty,
he won't see them as

men, women, and children,
like a normal person, he would

only see them
as food rations!

Look, there goes two rations!
One ration! And an old ration,

that may not be a ration anymore
next year!

He is so old, can barely
walk anymore!

It's not that funny, if you
think about it, colleague Béla!

Not that funny at all!

Thank you, Mr Kovács, of course
it's not humorous!

Take, for instance, our friend here.
May I know your name?

Keszei. Károly Keszei.

What happened to your leg?

The war, am I right?

Yes, sir, but...it's not
an isolated incident.

Exactly what I am saying!

Would any of us
be able to sleep at night, knowing

we sent this unlucky man to war?

Just go, friend, go bravely, leave the
rest to me.

And then live with the
consequences.

Colleague Béla, would you be able
to sleep at night?

No. But I would never do
such a thing.

But they would.
And most extraordinarily,

they would not be bothered
one bit.

Hundreds of thousands
are killed and crippled

and they keep sending more and more
like it's nothing.

- And you think this will prevent
them from dying? - What will?

That they keep sending
more and more men.

Do you think it will prevent them
from dying?

You know Mr Gyurica, you are just like
the parrot at the grocery,

that always goes 'at your service,
at your service...'

Indeed, and a smart
bird it is, too.

Smarter than many book
salesmen in Europe.

Pardon me, in 'Ayrop'.

What's your problem with me now?

Why do you think I have a
problem?

Do you think I didn't hear
that 'Ayrop'?

I've heard many educated people
say it like that, you know,

and if they say it like that,

maybe you should, too.

Sure, when you pick up the telephone,
you should also say

'Hello' or 'Allo'... you
Ayropean salesman, you.

Mr Gyurica, with all due respect, once
and for all, I'd like to ask you...

- Mr Király!
- Help!

Stop right there!

Stop right there! Didn't you hear me?

Colleague Béla, can you see anything?

Nothing at all.

Dear Mr Király...If you could be so
kind as to not insist upon this now...

Forgive me.

- I'll give your money back.
- Nah...

Now, even if you're right,
Mr Király,

how could there be a country
without a leader?

What if there's a war like this?

Then he makes sure that the country's
interest comes first, doesn't he?

I hope you're joking, Mr Kovács.
You can't really think there is

an interest that justifies a war.

I'm an uneducated man, sir,
I have never denied it.

But I do know and I will always say
this: no insterest can justify a war.

Whatever interest it may
appear to be.

May I ask something, please?

If, for instance, someone said...
Not me, someone else, hypothetically...

If someone said you are wrong,
what would you do?

I would not start arguing with him.

And what if he would also say
that if you

say something like this, you're an...
idiot?

Sorry, make no mistake,
not me, but

perhaps someone else,
hypothetically.

What would you do then?

I haven't a clue what I would do...
Depends who says it.

But if it did happen...

Well, I'd tell him that
he's not right.

Because what I said isn't
stupid.

You're an honest fool, colleague Béla.

I think I understand now what
you were saying, Mr Photographer.

Tell me this, colleague Béla.

What would you do if that person
insisted

that it is stupid?

And no matter what you said,
he would insist you're an idiot.

But nobody would say something like that
without good reason.

For God's sake, the reason is that
he has a different opinion.

Meaning he is convinced
you are an idiot.

And he would yell after you on the
streets: 'You're an idiot!'

In that case...

In that case I would be forced
to beat him up

for calling me names with no
good reason!

See now, this is how wars begin!
You start fighting over nothing,

perhaps so violently that
you may even die,

or you kill someone yourself.

Pardon me, Mr Király...but I wouldn't
call this fighting over 'nothing'.

There's one thing here
that perhaps you may have missed...

What's that?

It's that the other person had an idea
of his own about how things should be,

he believed that he knew it
better than you.

So what did he do? He tried to make you
see that you're wrong,

he tried to convince you about
what he thought was true.

By calling me an idiot?

Well, he must have said that later on,

after becoming a bit short-tempered.

However, if he's convinced that he is
right in his beliefs,

is it not honorable he wants you
to see the truth, too?

After all, this sort of person wants
good for everyone, not just himself!

He would even give his life
to make his dream

of a better world come true!

I'll say!

Now wait just one moment, sir!
Isn't it exactly these sick people,

who say everyone must agree with
them, who cause all our problems?

And, if you refuse, you're done,
they break your neck!

Two or three violent lunatics
like that are enough

to cause mayhem worldwide.
Since neither of them would ever

believe that they are wrong
and the other's right.

Isn't that right, colleague Béla?

Exactly right.

Why are you laughing?
If you don't care

about these serious matters,
at least let others discuss them.

Just let him laugh!

I'm sure he's just thinking about
his naked little angel again.

Just ignore him.

- And Jesus Christ?
- What about him?

Do you think he was a sick person, too?

What if Christ hadn't believed
so strongly in what he preached?

For it all happened because he believed
so strongly in what he preached!

And he was convinced he knew
the truth!

Funny! And his so-called
truth...

Did it change anything at all?

How can you say it didn't
change anything!

What else can I say? Today there is
soap made of human flesh and fat!

Mr Király, are you out of your
mind?

Tell me honestly, when have you heard
of such a thing?

In a world where everyone is familiar
with Christ's beliefs...

I know it's not decent to discuss this,
but we all know

what it's all about. I hope you don't
get me wrong, I am merely

stating the facts.

There! Have you ever heard of
such a thing?

You haven't! And it's all because
there's this arrogant person

who claims he is smarter than
everyone else

and he'll show the entire
mankind,

the entire Ayrop,
how we should live our lives.

Hello...

Pardon me?

Did you say something,
Mr Gyurica?

Don't mind him. The gentleman's just
being amusing.

I really don't know how such a man
is able to sleep at night.

When thousands of people die
daily because of him.

He sleeps very well, don't
you worry about him.

I don't think so.

Have you seen that film
where a king strangles his nieces

and nephews and many others because they

threaten his power?

He should fear for his life.

Yet they have power
and it seems to be worth it all.

And what does the rest get?

Just like in the army, if they say 'lick
the floor clean', you have to do it.

We are nothing, gentlemen. We
must do as our masters say.

But tell me, isn't ours still
a more honest life?

At least we don't hurt anyone.

What's up, Kovács, are you
paying attention?

I am.

I am not rich and I don't give
orders to anyone.

I make ends meet by myself
how I can, I don't complain.

But still, and
please don't make fun of me,

I have wanted a phonograph
ever since I was a child.

Do you know the kind? Not
a large one like this here,

a small one. It records what you
say and plays it back.

It's childish, but still, it's been a
man's heart's desire for many decades...

And I could never make
this dream come true,

even though it's nothing, really.

It really is nothing, just a few
pounds of wire.

I still say, even though it's filled
with trouble and sorrow,

my life is woth more than those with all
the power. Am I right, Mr Gyurica?

If you say so.

No riches, no power, not
even that poor phonograph.

But my conscience is clear and that
is more important.

Isn't that right,
colleague Béla, my old friend?

That's right, pal, that's right.

We haven't done big things,
our names

won't be in history books, but our
names are spotless!

Of course someone may
label us as...

Oh. Thank God for that...

Alert, air raid. Air raid.
Budapest, Komárom, Győr...

- Béluska!
- What is it, sweetheart?

- Are you coming?
- I'll be downstairs soon.

Should we go down to the bunker?

We don't normally, it's just
an old cellar.

No problem. I've been to the war,
I saw

a lot of things, I'd prefer to
go downstairs.

- This way then, please.
- Thank you very much.

The switch is next to the door
on the left.

Thank you, sir.

It seems they're not coming
this way today.

Looks like it.
Komárom perhaps?

Or Miskolc. Two days ago they attacked
the train station there.

You will have a fine dinner tonight,
Mr Király.

I hope so.

You didn't finish your
brisket recipe.

Yeah... that colleague Béla...
I didn't want to argue.

But you should hear how I make
the stuffing...

Even I know how that goes...
Bread, spices, parsley...

Look, if you can and want to try,
listen to me,

try it with little cut up bits
of winter salami.

- Come on, you're pulling my leg.
- I am serious, try it!

You won't regret it.
Folks don't normally know this,

but I swear it will give your brisket a
phenomenal spicy aroma...

If I may ask, have you put in
the garlic yet?

I sure have, added more than you would
think!

They're gonna call it off.
It must have been false alarm.

It's only on at Miskolc now.

So how much garlic did you use?

More than enough.

That's not good, right,
Mr Kovács?

Tell me, colleague Béla, do you ever
put winter salami in the stuffing?

- You're joking...
- Well I do.

What of it?

That must really be something.
Do you add horse meat as well?

How about souse or quargel?

Not those, but I do add bits of
winter salami.

Have you ever tried it, yes or no?

Air alert is over! Air alert
is over!

Budapest, Komárom, Győr.

I regret that I cannot invite
you tonight, but next time

I swear I will insist that...

Mr Gyurica!

For God's sake, what's going
on with you?

I am thinking about whether
I should be Tomoceuszkatatiki,

or Gyugyu...

Uh- huh.

Now that is clear as mud.

If I am not in the way, I would like to
stay a little longer, if I may.

Your arrival is most
opportune, sir.

Answer me this: you prefer earth apples
or veal?

I said earth apple, do you
know what that is?

It's berry-like, similar to
potatoes.

But how can you ask something
like that, Mr Gyurica?

Who would be foolish enough to prefer
earth apples over veal?

- Right, Mr Keszei?
- I think you're right.

Mr Kovács, if you were told
you're going to die,

but you could come back to life as
someone else, who would you choose?

Would you rather be Tomoceuszkatatiki,
or Gyugyu?

Let me explain.

Tomoceuszkatatiki is a the sovereign
ruler of an island called Lucs-Lucs.

Kovács, dear fellow, before
you get sucked into this,

Allow me to enlighten you that
no such place exists in this world.

You'll be surprised, my
Ayropean friend,

how real this island actually is.

Cross my heart, Mr Kovács, this island
has always existed.

And I am glad that from this day on,
you know of its existence as well.

What has this Taka-Tiki have
to do with me?

Not him. It's more about
Gyugyu.

Who's that?

A slave, Mr Kovács.

A textbook example. And to make you
see how much of a slave he is,

let me tell you a bit
about his life.

On one occasion, he happened to smile

and his master noticed. He asked:

'what made you smile?'
He was honest enough to

say, 'I thought of something
amusing, master.'

'Indeed?', the master said.
'I'll make sure that you never

think of anything again', and he had
Gyugyu's tongue cut out.

The fool thought that if he
took out his tongue,

that will stop him from thinking
as well.

When Gyugyu's daughter was taken
from him, she was

an 11 year-old, beautiful
child.

Gyugyu's master gave her as
a gift to the ruler.

- Then he cried a lot.
- Those bastards!

When he heard the girl died, as the
ruler was enjoying her too much, he was

devastated. Two years later his
son was taken from him, too.

Gyugyu's master gave him as a present
to a lecherous old lord.

Gyugyu's sorrow was great.

This is disgusting Mr Gyurica,
even just to

listen to! Isn't playing around
with young flowers

enough for you? Now you fantasize
about little boys, too?

These are indeed terrible things,
Mr Gyurica.

I'm merely stating the facts,
gentlemen.

But to give you something
to get outraged about, Mr Király,

they cut off Gyugyu's wife's nose
for being clumsy

at work once,
and a year later they took

one of her eyes because she
stepped on

her master's favourite
pet monkey's tail.

I'll be damned! What a mess.

That poor, miserable wretch... However
could he live with all this?

He had a theory, Mr Kovács.
He found comfort in that.

Every night before sleep he would
tell himself, 'I'm a miserable slave,

they can torment me, humiliate
me, gouge my eyes, take my child,

kill my wife, but still,
I have it better than they.

Because I didn't commit these
horrible things. They did.'

He said...

I am one of the unpriviliged ones,
yet

my conscience is clear.
That is the most one can have.

That was his consolation.

And the most wonderful thing is,
he actually found comfort in this.

Uh-huh.

I think I know what you are
getting at, Mr Gyurica.

That monster, was he not punished
in the end?

No, in fact he was convinced that
he's the best ruler in the world.

How? How could he have lived with
himself after, having

committed all those dreadful things?

These, and thousands of
other dreadful things.

Tens of thousands.
And Tomoceuszkatatiki didn't feel

a shred of quilt or remorse.
He obeyed by the moral laws

of that age,
and he believed that

all these things he does
rightfully.

How can you say that,
Mr Gyurica! Whoever commits

such things must know
that these are monstrosities!

Why are you so outraged,
Mr Kovács?

Aren't there millions today
who starve to death,

or can't afford to buy
a phonograph once in their lives?

Right, no more wasting
time, you have five minutes to decide,

would you rather be Tomoceuszkatatikii,
or Gyugyu?

What do you mean I have five
minutes?

You'll be dead in five minutes.

But you'll be resurrected
10 seconds later, either as

Tomoceuszkatatiki or Gyugyu,
it is your choice.

Five minutes starting now.

This joke's in poor taste,
Mr Gyurica!

Do you not understand what it is
all about?

- I do, I really do.
- Well?

What do you mean five minutes?
Five minutes what?

You will kindly put that
watch away now, Mr Gyurica.

This is not that simple!

What do you mean five minutes?
This is much more serious than that!

Am I right?
Say something, for God's sake!

Because this is about...

It's about our little friend having
a laugh!

Don't you see?

- You think so?
- I do!

I respectfully disagree.

Mr Kovács is right, this is
a serious matter.

Previously, we were all just loudly
chatting

about this and that...

And now Mr Gyurica asks us...

What on earth do you mean he asks
'us'?

Strange interpretation indeed!

Colleague Béla, did anyone
asked you anything?

- Nobody asked me.
- Well, nobody asked me either.

Let's set these things straight
once and for all!

With all due respect, I would like to
ask you something, please.

Can we sit here with clear
conscience

and not answer a question like this?

Could anyone?

Yes, we can!
Tell me, do you know

what it means to have a twisted mind?

I can tell you. A person

who leans back in his chair smiling,
and watches

the flies on the ceiling, he has
a twisted mind.

Now tell me honestly, Mr Kovács,

has anything like this ever
crossed your mind?

Or mine, or Béla's? No!
You know why?

Because we have our own
view of the world.

We don't need no Tomotikis or Gyugyus
to know our place.

You perhaps already know
which one you'd choose?

What do you mean 'perhaps'?
Why 'perhaps'?

You just said 'those who already have
their view of the world

need not think about such things.'

You just said it. So you must already

know which one you'd choose.
- Leave me alone!

- Am I not right, Mr Kovács?
- You are.

Naturally. But I think
Mr Király is still

right to protest.

After all, Mr Gyurica posed this
question to me.

Therefore I am the one who
ought to answer.

Tell me, Mr Gyurica, that
Timoteus-tiki...

He truly never realised
that...

Hold out! Long live Szálasi!

Good evening.

Good evening.

'Joy and Bliss have left this nation,

warmth of home, give consolation!'

That is how it goes. What may I
get you, sir?

- Come, what would you like?
- Do you have pálinka?

Well, we...

Don't worry. My friend here
will close his eyes while drinking it.

Give him a shot.
Is that enough?

Well, give us a sip.

Thank you kindly.
Go on then!

And for you, sir?

Very kind, but none for me.

Charming little spot.
Are you the owner?

- Yes.
- Well done.

Very well done.

Now that's what I call
pálinka...

You must be quite the whoremonger
to get supplies like this.

- Say what?
- I'm just saying...

Apologies for that.
How much do I owe you?

- 1.20.
- If you'll allow me...

Out of the question, I'll
take care of it.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

The next house to the left
is 17B, correct?

Yes, this is 17A.

Thank you for treating us
to such an excellent

pálinka... Good night.

Good night.

Hold out! Long live Szálasi!

Come on.

Animals...

Anything else to drink?

- No, no, thank you.
- That'll be 1.40.

Here you are.

Did I hear it right?

Was he asking about 17B?

Yes.

Dirty murderers.

Well then... perhaps we
could take our leave now.

We better call it a day.

To your good health, gentlemen.

If you'll allow me to say
it, Mr Gyurica...

We didn't finish out discussion.

Get off it! You actually want
to start it over again?

I'd like to answer your
question.

- You would?
- Yes.

And since I have done a lot of
thinking about the world,

my answer is... yes.

What do you mean?

I am choosing Gyugyu,
the slave.

- Here's your coat, Mr Király.
- Thank you, my master.

You were really able to choose
him?

Yes, sir.
It's the only choice.

He is lying.

- What did you say?
- You're lying.

We are off,
colleague Béla.

Sorry, sir. Why did you
say this?

Because you're not telling
the truth.

Don't make a big deal of it though.
Happens to everyone.

Shall we, gentlemen?

Ignore him.
He's always like that.

Here you are.

Please, take it back. What you
said. Please.

- Are you coming, Kovács?
- I'm coming, yes.

Do you also doubt what I
said?

Well... It is difficult to answer this
question... Maybe you didn't have

enough time to think about it.

- So you doubt me.
- I didn't say that.

And you! Do you believe I would
choose decency?

Why does it matter to you
what I believe?

The only thing you should care about
is your decision.

- What else do you want?
- Do you believe it or not?

Answer straight as a man would!

I never hurt you,
Mr Patron.

You shouldn't hurt me either.

The man who's right
doesn't need to shout.

And someone as violent and nervous
as you are now

would hardly make a
good Gyugyu.

It's not worth arguing about silly
games like this.

Take it from me.

Thank you...
please, forgive me.

Not at all. It's me who is
sorry.

Thank you for the wine, chief.

And I do hope that at least
one of you...

would find the strength in
this given situation

to be true to their ideal self.

Good night.

Get the door!

For crying out loud, he'll lure
air defence in here!

You're such a gigantic nitwit,
Mr Gyurica.

If I may say so...

I wholeheartedly agree!

Do you know what the ultimate
truth is, gentlemen?

The ugly truth is what I carry
in this bag!

Now don't you forget to
add garlic!

Do you know how much you know
about cooking brisket,

colleague Béla? All of this!

You must be right.

But you know what you get when
you are right?

All right. God bless you all, have
a good evening.

I'll bring your wife's watch
tomorrow, colleague Béla.

You should indeed.
Well, gentlemen, I'll see you all

tomorrow.
Wait just a moment!

You may exit now.

- Mr Gyurica.
- Yes?

Tell me, that Timoteus, is
he really not aware of

the horrible things he does?

He is not. He doesn't
know guilt.

In that case...

maybe he is not even quilty?

That's for you to decide.

And if I'm resurrected...

I mean if I would, as
either this or that,

would I remember that I
was the one who chose?

- No.
- Are you sure?

I am sure. You wouldn't
remember anything at all.

In that case...

Good night to you.

Greetings to your wife!

Thank you, likewise.

You really stirred something
with this dumb question.

That poor devil won't
be able to sleep.

Him I'd actually believe
if he chose Gyugyu.

- Him you'd believe.
- Him I would.

But you wouldn't believe us.

- Us who?
- Me. Or colleague Béla.

This is a question that
everyone answers for

themselves, don't you see,
Király?

If someone lies to himself...

that is bad enough for him.

All the best.

- Good night.
- Sleep tight.

Little girls aren't enough anymore,
you want little boys, too, eh?

You perverted swine...

Bathing in the blood of
virgins, huh?

That's what you want,
Mr Moral Judge.

And he has the nerve to
ask us.

I have to make sure she doesn't see
the pork chop in my bag.

Dead sure she would take it away

and feed it to that husband
of hers.

Once I should arrive without a bag
and say,

'Listen here, darling. You think I will
just keep

doing this? From now on its
over.'

No more meat, no egg, no
bacon, no wine,

there's nothing anymore!

Your husband can drop dead
for all I care.

The good times are over,
understood?

That little devil has a divine mouth.

Just make sure she doesn't see
the pork chop.

She can take the brisket,
but she can't touch

the pork chop. That is
only mine.

There's nothing Erzsike
loves more than pork chop.

Where were you, for
God's sake?

If I told him that I pick that
monster,

they would've believed me. But
because I dared to choose

the good man, I'm a liar.

What lies in our future, dear God?

Poor, miserable mankind.

How did they forget all the good,

all beauty, all nobility?

61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67.

1367 steps.

A good average.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Have you already had dinner?
- Yes.

- How do you feel?
- Fine, thank you.

Are you all right?

I'm still a little dizzy.
Sometimes.

Lackó!

- No one saw you?
- No.

This is where I need to
be tough.

Before we kiss, I
have to tell her

that the pork chop's not for her.

This Kalmár,
this train ticket inspector,

we'll give him his fifty,

so that he brings some of this
excellent pálinka

next month as well. Just today,
elegant clients complimented me on it.

Take one pill twice a day.

It helps with those little
cramps and fatigue that you'll

feel for 3-4 days.
Hide it

so that they won't find it.

You must have been very scared.

You thought it's the end
of the world.

But it isn't.

It's the beginning.

It means you are growing up.

You're healthy. This is life's way of
telling you

what your purpose is in this
world.

The important thing is what
you say now,

and not what the future holds.

But don't stress so much about this,
you know Gyurica.

- He's an eccentric fellow.
- He's a good man.

For four years, ever since
his wife died, he takes care

of those three children.

I've never heard him
complain.

He is a good man.

He is, I am not saying
he isn't.

But he is strange.

He likes to egg you boys on.

That's why he came up with this,
to tease you all.

My God, this is not what
it's about, my dear Ilonka.

Unfortunately, this isn't
what it's about.

Lackó, Lackó, I can't
believe this!

Is this really mine? Gosh, this
is beautiful!

You dear lovebug, you...
Brisket...!

What's in the other package?
I saw there's another one!

My bunny, please leave the
other one alone.

Pork chop.. My dear Lackó!
We have pork as well!

It's over.

A hundred to that Arrow Cross
district commander?

Not a chance!
What for?

Does he do anything for you?

I'd prefer if he didn't do
anything to me.

That's why he gets a hundred.

Little people like us will only live if
we keep our

heads down, kiss the district
commander's hands,

and let him believe that
he is the Tomotiki.

Is that clear, my love?

If the Russians come in, they
will hang him along with your

precious pálinka.

And if the Russians don't
come in? If they remain the

big dogs indefinitely?

And if the Wunderwaffe
succeeds? Huh?

A man who has suffered
and has seen death

during his time on earth, he knows:

nothing will save him from sin
and evil,

but his sufferings themselves.

Do not refrain from
suffering.

It's the only way to become
good.

It's the only way

to be among the chosen ones when
Judgement Day comes

when the angel from John's Revelations

shall break the fifth seal.

Everything we have today in the
world will perish.

Evil is alien to man, alien
like the sickness

that he recovers from.

Whatever happens in the world
today you will forget.

You will all forget it.

Life will prevail, because
there's no other way.

Don't be afraid...

But it is late.
Time for you to go to bed.

How restless... Is she like
that during te day, too?

She's always like that. Always expects
she'll meet someone.

She's always waiting for someone
but never tells me who it is.

She kicked off the sheet again. She
does this three or four times a night.

What about them?

I put them together to free
a bed.

You're a smart little girl.

I'll try to get another bed for them.

Where we'll put it I do not know...
Anyway.

You go now.

You're a clever girl.
Sleep tight.

Good night.

Good night.

- I left the notebooks in the workshop.
- Thank you.

Put the big teddy bear
here on the covers. 'Night.

- Are you asleep?
- No.

Are you still mulling over
that?

- Yes.
- What?

Well, I'm sure there are
Timoteus-tikis and Gyugyus

in this world. Nobody would
be able to just make them up.

But who created this horrible life?

Since everything in the world
is the work of people.

- Listen.
- Yes?

I think I'd be able to choose.

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

You see, I think I'd be able
to choose because I suffered

so much since I was little, I suffered
enough for three people.

I know you also had it bad
at home, but the life we lived...

Even today I sometimes wonder
how we survived.

But we lived.

I got used to this kind of life,
and I don't think I could

choose the other kind.

Aren't you the same way?

From now on, we'll start a
new page with 50 pengos for

Mrs Szabó, my angel.

Not until hell freezes over!
Who is she to us?

Inspector, rail worker, police-
woman, or the Almighty?...

A widow, sweety, do you
understand?

A widow?

Her husband was taken.
Lawfully and politely, he was

taken tonight between
nine and ten o'clock.

How do you know this?

I saw the officials doing
their business.

She can put those 50 pengős
to great use, kitten.

If the Russians come,
they'll see all in

order at hers, and I will have
supported

a communist family.

We need to be prepared
whatever happens

alright?

I will never be Gyugyu.

You think I'll sit and
let these Tikitakis

do what they please with me,
huh?

In the old days, when one
sacrificed themselves for

for a greater truth,
he had the chance to

give his live in front of the
whole world.

People followed him with their
eyes and witnessed

his magnificent annihilation,
watching as flames consumed

his body, they heard him
cry out:

I die for you!

... but nowadays?

And yet... he, who was called,

must choose to suffer.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Don't worry, nobody
saw us.

Welcome.
I am uncle Miklós,

what is your name?

- Anni.
- Hello, Anni.

A beautiful brown teddy
bear awaits you inside

with a giant chocolate bar
in his hand.

You'll stay here with him and I,
until mommy and daddy come back.

My daddy and mommy won't
ever come back.

Why do you say that?

I saw them shot dead. When I
grow up, they'll shoot me dead, too.

So I'm glad I'm still little for now.

Take your little bag, sweetie.
Good night.

Come on, we'll take a look at
the teddy bear and the chocolate.

We need to pull through,
angel. We need to survive any

way we can, that's life.

This life's a filthy whore.

You always need to calculate
as though you have terrible sins.

You have to or you'll
die.

What else can I do? Go head first
through the wall?

No way!
It's better to live.

I want to live, my precious,
live with you.

Come here!
Come, you piglet.

Come here to your Tomotiki,
I am no Gyugyu!

We're being clever about our life,
aren't we?

Why am I such a big moron? Blowing
everything out of proportions.

Ever since I can remember,
I've been abiding by

the laws that were written
centuries ago...

and nobody asked me about
what I want.

Am I right?

Lucie... where are you,
Lucie?

What is happiness, good God?

To dare to do whatever we
desire.

That's what makes a man
free.

Why do I have to go through
the torments of hell?

Just because I feel good
being with a woman?

And I cannot bring home a
two pounds of meat.

Erzsike doesn't even know
that piece of meat ever existed.

Where have you been, for God's
sake? I couldn't sleep all night.

Look at yourself, the state
of you.

Timors-Tikitaki...

His undisturbed happiness.

Lucie!

Where are you, Lucie?
Come already!

Where the hell are you,
you beast? You whore!

How long should I wait?!

At last you're here. Why
do you leave me alone for

so long? You...

You sweet little slut!

You sweet little whore!

Jesus!
What's got into you today?

I'll cut your throat,
okay?

- Rip your stomach out, okay?
- Okay.

I'll drink your blood.

- Do you want it?
- I do!

My sweet, sweet Gyugyu.
To kill you, Gyugyu!

You precious, bloody little
piece of meat!

Dirty, pretty, divine
beast! You!

Ilonka!

- I cannot bring myself to it.
- To what?

To pick Gyugyu.

And you woke me up for this?

I'm not the man who I thought
I was, Ilonka.

I always say decency this,
honour that...

And now it became clear to me
that if I could choose,

I don't actually want to
be Gyugyu.

Oh, you... You'd rather be
that vicious rascal?

But he's not guilty, Ilonka.

At least he doesn't feel
that way.

And he has a good life,
unlike that other one.

Think about it, what good a
life you would have.

A good life with me.

Of course it has to be
Timoteus-tikitaki...

Nothing more to think about here,
Mr Watchmaker.

You knew very well that we
knew precisely

the real answer to that
foul little question of yours.

No need to worry about what this
wretched world

would think...
Just think, Mr Watchmaker,

what you yourself initially thought

when you made up this stupid
tale.

The truth is what you thought as well,
everything else is hypocrisy,

lies, deception, and so is everything
else in this fucking world.

You all want to become
Tomoteus Katitakikikis!

The whole world wants to be like
him, and so do I!

Gyugyu... if anyone that stupid
ever existed...

Gyugyu...

You bastards...

For God's sake, where have you
been again?

Hello, my dear Erzsike.
Are you still awake?

God bless you all!

What is it, colleague Béla,
are we saving on the firewood?

Don't want to waste that little
wood on your patrons?

I take it back, it's getting
warmer now.

Is this the only song
this rubbish can play?

Why?

I have never heard it play
anything else.

What the...? Has the master brought
her Excellency's little watch?

- He did.
- It's a fine piece.

He did a fine job despite being
a lousy watchmaker.

You are wrong, my dear sir.

- May I?
- Sure.

You think beacuse this watch is
working now,

everything's all right with it?

All its valuable parts he has

already stolen, there are no
honest watchmakers in this world!

Mr Gyurica, you will let him
talk to you like that?

Why, will it prevent him from dying?

Here we go...

There it is again.

Let's set this straight once and for
all. Who will die and when?

You will... When I've had enough
of you.

Tell me, sir: have you considered
not being unpleasant around people?

Not really.

Was there ever anything you were
satisfied with in your life?

Not really. What can I do,
that's how I am.

He got up on the wrong side
of the bed again.

He was unsucessful last night
it seems.

Look at his sour face.

Could you sleep last night,
Mr Király?

Why couldn't I? Couldn't you?

I was thinking all night about
Mr Gyurica's question.

Good gravy! See, Mr
Gyurica, this good soul

will never die but go
straight to heaven.

Angels will carry him like they did
Holy Mary.

And your consclusion?

Well... No conclusion,
really.

I thought that maybe Mr Gyurica's
question wasn't a very good one.

Because Gyugyu's way of life is not the
only way to decency,

and the other one's life is not
the only way to dishonesty.

Is this not what you arrived to,
Mr Király?

Now don't start with me,
Mr Kovács.

- I'm serious...
- For Christ's sake, it's just a game!

Are you taking me for a fool?

This gentle soul thinks I
don't have better things to do

at night than beating myself up
over this.

- Especially that you had that brisket!
- Exactly.

How much was that brisket?

I told you, it cost me a rare Bosch
and a Romanische Baukunst...

No, I mean how much
did it weigh?

- 3 pounds.
- That's something.

And tell me, did you honestly ruin it
with winter salami?

Look here, colleague Béla,
if you really need to tease me,

come up with something more
amusing.

I did use winter salami, yes!

When I went home my wife was over
the moon

that I cooked it; and I didn't
meditate on pointless stuff

and I wasn't waiting for flowers
to sprout out of my navel either.

Divine smell of roasted beef, working
in the kitchen, what more do you need?

Nothing, nothing at all!

I don't understand. Did this question
not keep you up last night either?

My man, you are either very special or
angels really did drag you away.

You know what I did? Caught up on my
finances and then slept like a log.

I don't have time to contemplate
over such matters...

I'm suprised...

Be our guest! Anyway,
moving on. What's new

with Sári and her husband?

Sári, dear lord, remember what an
excellent whore she was!

Do we have to? This story
turns my stomach.

And why's that?

A lawful marriage makes your
stomach turn?

Church, registrar, witnesses:
what do you have against it?

It's filthy, ugly...

You're exaggerating.

He got a 20-year-old pretty little
thing

and she'll get thirty thousand when the
old man bites the dust.

It's the most honest deal for both.

He's right, what else should he do
with all that money?

Or is he supposed to take all that
money with him to the grave?

They are here again.

Stay where you are, please.
I asked you not to move.

My apologies.

This is what I like. A
blessed and noble silence.

Quiet music in the
background.

Evening!

- Please...
- Shut up.

Santa Claus has arrived.

I think you'll all agree to come with
us. We'll take a short ride together.

Correct?

If I may...
What's all this about?

- At least tell us...
- I said shut up!

Is it any clearer now?

You honestly believe
we owe you an explanation?

Move it, come on!

No coat!

Who are these?

An unimportant matter, as I said.
Small fish.

Oh, yes. A bartender, a
watchmaker. The other two?

A carpenter and a door-to-door salesman.

- What kind?
- A book salesman.

- Have you started already?
- We're about to.

Well, go ahead then.

Macák...

Get one of them.

Good evening.

Come over here, son.

I said come here.

What is it? Can you not
speak, son?

- Please...
- What?

I am János Kovács,
carpenter.

I'm married with children.

This must be a misunderstanding.

Please kindly check the names of those
you were meant to bring here today.

Bring where?

- Here, sir.
- Where?

- Well, here.
- I asked you, here where?

See, this is when one can see
how fatal ignorance can be.

But we will try to remedy
that, okay?

See, here's this misunderstanding
between us.

What did you say you do,
boy?

A carpenter. With all due respect, I'm
a carpenter with a licence, sir.

He's delusional.

Because if you were a decent carpenter,

then your wife would be a decent
carpenter's wife,

and not a filthy whore.

You damned...

No need to be nervous here...

As you can see, knowledge doesn't
come cheap.

It would've been better if
you knew,

if a criminal like you, son, whose wife

used to sleep with half the
town before becoming your whore,

if a dirty rogue like you
calls decent people

murderers, then these
people will get upset,

and will let you know about it in a
physical fashion.

For instance, like so.

Not bad...
Not bad but not the best either.

Can I make a few suggestions?

Not the first time I say this to you,

it probably won't be the last.

First of all, a fault in your
approach: you said previously

that this is an unimportant matter.

Please explain precisely why you
think this unimportant?

- Well, isn't it?
- Explain why it is.

Yesterday two of our brothers
were shot, both of them died.

Before that a bomb was dropped
on the party's headquarters.

Today we caught two teenagers
giving away flyers.

Those are not unimportant.

Compare this to four men
drinking wine in a pub

calling us murderers and then going
home to their wives.

They bark but don't bite.

So I call this matter unimportant.

These men have never
even seen arms,

and I don't even think we need to tie
them down when we execute them.

- Do you want to execute them?
- Of course.

Then why did you have them
beat up?

What do you mean why?
What was I supposed to do with them?

Teach them how to crochet?

- How old are you?
- Twenty-eight.

- Humanities student?
- Yes.

- Do you know Huizinga?
- Yes.

- Ortega?
- Yes.

- Have you read The Revolt
of the Masses? - Naturally.

- Tell me why do you beat them?
- Why do I beat them?

Yes, why do you beat them?
Ever gave this a thought?

On the right of the seized
power.

On the command of the anger
raised by my principles!

- Is that all?
- Isn't that enough?

First I'd like to correct
a mistake of yours.

Leave us alone.

They drop a bomb on the headquarters,
I say it's unimportant.

They scribble graffiti, make
flyers... unimportant.

They shoot a brother of ours...
unimportant.

Why? Because we catch the perpetrators,
hang them or shoot them in the head.

How many are there? A fraction of the
population,

a thousand, ten thousand, twenty
thousand,

sooner or later we catch them all, they
will make lovely corpses... unimportant.

What is important is those who are not
bombing, shooting,

not making flyers. That is what's
interesting!

They live and breathe here. They are
the ones we have to deal with.

We live in the age of the
disgusting masses, professor!

Masses that have never had
more illusions about

their roles in the world
than they do today.

It turns my stomach how much the masses
think of themselves in this century!

Strikes, protests!
What has the world come to?

Now these four blokes, of course
we won't execute them.

Why then, you may ask,
have we brought them here?

Do you have any idea what these men
think of themselves and the world?

- I don't.
- Let me enlighten you then.

They say, 'we are nobodies. We have no
influence over anything.

We can't do anything but
keep our heads down and let

the storm of history rage outside
our houses.

Nothing we can do, we are
at their mercy.

They can do to us whatever they like.'

You see, we brought them in so you can
prove them right.

So that this Macák would break their
noses,

beat them up, dislocate their
shoulders, kick them, and so that

you could call their wives whores
no questions asked.

These four men have to learn that
you indeed have the right to

say anything, break
their noses and

teeth, beat their
kidneys to a pulp.

This is why you beat them,
professor!

They need to learn they can do nothing
but you can do everything.

This is why you will send them all home
instead of killing them.

They will spread the word about
what happened to them.

But they don't need to know why,
what they're guilty of.

They don't need to know the role
of the little photographer boy either.

Don't even mention him to
them.

Keep them in uncertainty,
let them all be afraid out there

in the world, the guilty and
the innocent alike!

It's easy to produce dead people but

to produce dead people who eat, drink,
and are able

to keep their mouths shut
like real cadavers,

that's hard and that's why we're here.

That's why we never beat them out of
spite but out of pedagogy.

- Is all this clear?
- Yes, sir, completely.

I'm glad we agree.

As discussed, you will send these four
men home.

But wait until morning so they can
cry their hearts out

in the daylight, and until then
of course take care of them.

Send for me before you
let them out.

You'll want to speak to them?

Say, did you understand everything
I told you?

- I think I did.
- You sure? Think hard.

Pick up where I left off...

Is there perhaps a
puzzle-piece missing?

I don't know what you mean.

They'll leave and will hate us,
that's fine.

They'll hate us, that's also fine,
it will just increase their fear.

But how will they feel about
themselves? Can you tell me that?

I think... they'll be happy
to leave this place.

Your imagination is a bit
lazy, my dear.

Don't you think they will
respect themselves for

raising their fists when
Macák kicked them?

Or when you called their
wives whores?

Doesn't that annoy you?

Only a man who respects himself
is able to protest, to revolt.

Would you let people leave
this place fearing us,

hating us, but rightfully respecting
themselves?

Would you make that mistake?

Until they have a shred of
self-respect,

you can try as you might to beat fear
into their brains, professor...

So, what do you take away
from this?

What do you need to do?

You need to make them despise
themselves, understand?

Until you've accomplished this, you
have accomplished nothing.

Nothing at all!

Know first that a man will always
fight for his miserable little life.

Secondly, a man is an extremely weak,
shamefully worthless and cowardly being.

Isn't the coat under your head
uncomfortable?

Mr Kovács... try to remember...

didn't they say anything that could
tell us why they brought us here?

They said that my wife was
a whore.

A whore...
a common whore.

- Mr Gyurica...
- Yes?

It's impossible to live
in this world.

Murderers! Bastards!
Animals!

Open this door!
Open up!

Can you not hear me?

What is it, dear Béluska?
Does your head still hurt?

Everything hurts.

What's up, you loser
watchmaker?

Are you afraid for your
shitty life?

I've had enough of you,
my dear Béluska.

Shouldn't you sit up a bit?
It would help with the pain.

Don't worry about it. Do something
about that salesman instead.

What is he waiting for by the door,
the salvation or the bus?

You hear me? Leave that door!

Tell me, is it possible they'll
never let us out?

Don't be childish, Lacika.
We'll all die in here.

- Are you sure?
- I am.

As sure as I am that you shouldn't
cook brisket with winter salami.

- There's one thing you can try though.
- What?

Tell them you have no idea why you're
here but you are sorry

and you'll be a good boy from
now on.

And they might let you out.

Are you joking?

You know I have no sense of
humour. Just try it.

I am not certain but it
might work.

What do you think?

It might be worth a try.

It might be... What do I have
to lose?

You have nothing to lose? Are you
serious?

This is not how I pictured
it, old boy.

- What?
- That it will end like this.

- It's not over yet.
- It isn't?

A few days before your wife died...

I hope you don't mind me
telling you now...

She came to see me in the pub.

She was looking for Irén,
to get some pasta recipe.

She came in with her big belly.

A few days before her due date.

I said, 'Piroska, this is going to be
a boy, you'll see.'

'I hope so', she says.

'What will you call the child?'
She says, 'I'd like to call

him Miklós...'
'After his father?' I ask.

'Yes', she laughs.

I said, 'but one of yours
is already called Miklós.'

And she says, 'I would name all of them
after Miklós if it was up to me.'

And she blushed like a child.

Can I ask you something?
Don't answer if you don't want to.

- You listening?
- Yes.

- Do you know why they brought us here?
- No.

- You don't?
- Why should I know?

Don't take it the wrong way...

I always thought you're the kind
of man who has something to hide...

Something good, I mean.

You are wrong.

I'm thinking about these morons
who brought us here.

If they had any brains, they
would let us out.

They are through with us all anyway.
Why not let us out?

Next time I should see them I would
serve their table on my knees.

I'd kiss their asses asking them
not to pay in my pub.

If they kill us, how will their
investment pay off?

What use is beating us up if we kick
the bucket anyway?

How is that a good deal?

You have to lick the floor clean if
they say so, remember?

Do you think if I tell them,
they'll let me out?

You need to try it.
Anything can happen.

Our colleague... seems like
he didn't apologize.

A man has the right to try anything
to survive.

The real crime is not to try everthing
you can. Anything.

How is it hanging, you pretty boys?

Are you gay yet?

Get out!

Please, sir, wouldn't it
be possible to...

Shut up! Move!

What is it, asswipes? Look
alive! Move it!

What's up, soldier? You certainly
look a lot tamer now.

This year Santa Claus will bring you
something extra nice.

Here's Santa Claus!

Still breathing, son?

Look what your uncle has
got you.

Isn't this a pretty view?

Kindly get in line to see it properly.
It's only polite.

Line them up facing us.

- Line up!
- Why are you shouting?

These are intelligent people, they'll
understand if you speak normally.

Good morning to you.

Good morning...

We've kept you away from home
way past your bedtime,

so it's time for you to
go home now.

I couldn't determine whether bringing
you all here was justified.

If it was unjust, please kindly forget
about this little misunderstanding.

I realise this isn't easy, a man, after
all is born free and with dignity,

but what else can we do in a
situation like this?

I have to express my regret
should you indeed prove to be

good and honest citizens, who want
nothing else but to

live in piece and quiet. Is that
correct?

It's correct.

I have to confess that my colleague
and I had conflicting opinions.

He wanted to execute you all
downstairs.

I managed to convince him that you,
as you said, were brought in here

due to a mere misunderstanding.

I suggested that we give you an
opportunity to prove

that you are loyal citizens.

To this end, we pulled up
this homunculus here, who

as you can see, only has
hours left.

This pathetic being was a foundry
worker who decided to

blow up our weapon warehouse

and who said we were 'common criminals,
thieves of freedom,

heirs of Nero and Caligula, traitors,
and so on and so forth.

We were unsuccessfull in making
him see where he was wrong.

Well, I proposed that we should
not hastily execute you downstairs,

and give you a chance instead to
express your disgust towards this

dangerous individual who is
a public threat,

and then return to your homes
safely.

Basically, before leaving, you would
all come and stand in front of

this monstrosity and proceed to
slap him across the face, twice.

Unfortunately you can't avoid getting
dirt on your hands in the process,

but you can easily and completely wash
it off with warm water at home.

You decide the order, whoever
wants to come first.

You may start now.

You devil...

Just to remind you the trams will
soon start running.

My God...
help me...

My God...

And what if they don't wish
to prove their honesty?

Of course they will prove it.

It won't be so easy to kill them,
my friend.

Someone start it right now!

Christ...

Christ...

One-two, and you are done!

Christ...

Have mercy on my soul,
my dear Lord.

Idiot! Take him and bring him
around.

No... my God!

Do you want to go home or
not?

- Let me go...
- Who's up next?

I can't do it!
Let me go...

I don't want to! Let me go!
I must not!

Finally it seems we can all
go downstairs now.

No!

You're not going anywhere,
Mr Király.

- Let me go, please!
- You're staying here.

You filthy murderer.

Careful, Macák!

You rotten beast...

Well, we're done here.
Finish them.

But without any pedagogy.

Wait!

Look at that! Is there actually
a decent man amongst you?

If you will...

Be brave, my friend,
you'll get it over with

and we'll open the door for you.

Mr Gyurica! You mustn't!
Get away from there!

You must not!
Mr Gyurica, don't!

Hit this fool out cold.

Mr Gyurica...

Congratulations, one-nil!

Once more and the match
is over.

Go ahead! Don't waste our time!

You're a fine man worthy of
freedom.

Macák! Get the door!

This way, my friend. The shortest route
is always the best route. Please...

Are you crazy? Lower your
arms.

Walk properly.

What?

Go on, lower your arms.

- Do you want to go back?
- No.

- Then scram.
- Yes.