All language subtitles for Le a cipovel! (Nyar a szigeten) (Hongrie) (1975) 1 (partie 1).English

Attention, attention!
Bus is leaving.

Attention, attention!

- Hey, Tinsmith, stuffing your face?
- Nah, just a few bites.

What, a guy can’t even eat now?
- Go ahead, chow down.

Uncle Szinyák won’t mind.
What’s on the menu?

Don’t even ask—a bit of this,
a bit of that.

Look, it’s Littlechime.

- Hey, guys!
- Hey, Little... chime.

- What’s that thing?

- A violin.

- We’re going camping, not
on a concert tour.

- Can’t help it. They only let me go
if I practice every day

from one to one-thirty.

Attention, attention!
Bus is leaving.

- Hey, guys!
- Hey, Kece.

- What’s fifteen?
What knots are you talking about?

Real Swedish steel. Listen to
that twang!

- Get it outta here, it’s rattling
my skull.

- This saw’s the key to
conquering nature.

"For identification, with
warrior’s greetings"

- Deliver this and hurry back.

- Understood, Comrade Director.

- Yo, boys!
- Hey, Tuka!

- Nothing beats an early rise.
Picket not here yet?

(whistling)

Attention, attention!
Bus is leaving.

- Holy cow, it’s Picket Géza.

- Yo, fellas!
- Hey, Picket.

- What’s that awful stink?
- I smell it too.

- Smells like crude oil.

- That darn kerosene spilled.
Soaked everything.

- No biggie, at least it keeps
the moths away.

- Good thing Littlechime brought
his violin, so we won’t get bored.

- Not my fault, you know
how my mom is.

She wouldn’t let me go without it,
so I don’t backslide.

Attention, attention!
Correction.

Lower Turkbeater, Upper Turkbeater,
Pasha’s House.

- Bus is ready.

- You’d better sit in the back,
so they don’t kick you off for the stench.

- Afternoon, sir!

- Yup!

- What a wild place.
You from around here, sir?

- Yup.

- So you’re out here all day,
around these parts, I mean?

- Yup.

- Maybe you work the ferry?

- Yup.
- That’s swell, real pleased

to meet you. Sorry, forgot to introduce
myself. If you’ll allow,

I’m Mrs. Dr. Picket Géza.

- Yup.

- Right, of course. So, I’m looking
for a reliable person,

someone trustworthy. My husband
always says, son,

there are still honest folks out there.
That’s what he says.

- Yup.

- It’s about my little boy.

He’s coming here to camp
with his friends,

for three days, a weekend.

I mean, the weekend,
you understand?

They’re coming alone,
‘cause they’re big boys now,

my husband thinks so too, but
still, a trustworthy person

would be good. My husband says
it’s better to keep an eye

on the kids, even if they’re big boys,
but secretly,

so they don’t notice. I feel the same,
like a guardian angel

watching over them. They’re big,
but still little boys.

You get me? All clear so far?
- Yup.

- Thank you.

As for payment,
we wouldn’t expect it for free.

Here, if you’d accept.

- Friday, Saturday,

Sunday.

- Here’s my boy’s picture,
so you’ll recognize him.

Look, dark brown hair, medium height,
kind of a soft face.

Real smart, my husband always says,
son, this kid’s too sharp.

- Yup, yup, Árpi’s kid.

Alright, son, I’ll keep an eye out,
no harm’ll come to him.

Came up with that yesterday.
Here lies a mother-in-law’s shell,

choked by her son-in-law’s spell.
Good, huh?

- What do I tell the Director?

- Tell him no worries,
except we’re all a year older

than last year.

Hah!

- I’ll tell him.
- Wait, hear this one.

Here lies a chimney sweep,

killed by a barmaid’s leap.
Drunk as a skunk one night,

he tumbled down the flue.

Top hat, bare, what a gem,
I’d freeze my butt in a chamber pot.

Latest silly ditty.
Good, right?

- He’s called Elmer Littlechime Jr.

So, his friends decided...

- G’day!
- Good day!

- His friends decided to
come camping here,

so he should come too, right?
Just ‘cause I’m a widow,

he shouldn’t miss out, right?
- Exactly.

- That’s why I’m here, I won’t rest
until I find someone

to watch him day and night.

I thought of you.

As the ferryman, you could keep
an eye on him.

Here’s his picture, you’ll know him.

- Leave it to me, I’ve got a son,
Sankó.

I know what a worried parent feels.

- Water! Water!

You could’ve at least put the pot
with the luggage.

- Why?
- ‘Cause it’s gross.

Imagining eating from that pot
and then picturing your head...

- I’m already sweaty anyway.

- Yuck!
- What’s with the yuck?

You guys aren’t eating from this pot,
this is for our army.

Picket, Littlechime, and me.

(whistling)

- Did it croak?
- Yup, but no big deal.

Fresh air’s the healthiest.
Say, is Lower Turkbeater far?

- Turkbeater? Right here.

- Here? That’s swell.

I’m Sándor Tuka.
- Pál Polika, dam keeper.

Was Polish, now Hungarian.
- Dam keeper? That’s swell.

- Yes, swell.
- My son’s coming here

to camp with his buddies. Serious kid,
but still a little boy,

my big boy, you know? Be good
if someone checked on him.

- Got it, got it. Keep eyes open.
- Exactly.

- I’m free all day.
- What? You’ll do it?

- Yup.
- That’s swell.

Look, here’s a picture
of my little boy.

Take a good look, now.
- Be calm, you can trust me,

I’ll watch all day. Yup.

- Need to keep an eye on both kids.

- Yup, meaning watch over them.

- But secretly.
- Yup, secretly.

They’re coming to camp with friends
on the morning bus.

We’re real worried something
might happen to them.

- But we let them, ‘cause
they’re big boys now.

- Little boys. Little boys,
need watching.

- Got it, ma’am, I’ll take it on.
I’ll be their dad and mom.

Leave them to me.

- Thank you kindly.

- The photos.
- Oh, right.

- One sec.
- We brought them.

- Here are the photos.

- Easy, easy.
- Here they are.

- Yup, bring ‘em over. That’s it.
Careful, careful, good.

Alright, one moment.

Put them in here, please, okay?

- Whoops!
- Whoops!

- Real good! Let’s see!

Fine boys!
Ákos Kenderice was a kid once too.

You can trust Ákos Kenderice,
no trouble will come.

Ákos Kenderice’ll be like a shadow,
loyal and unshakable.

Invisible and unreliable.
- Huh?

- I mean reliable, in short,
a true friend.

- Thank you so much.
- Goodbye!

- Goodbye!

- Hoo-hoo, hello!
- Hoo-hoo, hello!

- Hooray!
- Cheers!

- Hooray!
- Cheers!

- Long live the wild outdoors!
- Cheers!

- Off with shoes, long live barefoot!

- Cheers, off with shoes!

- Cheers, we’re alone,
we’re free!

Long live boundless freedom!

- Small pile!
- Big dreams!

- Come on, grab the gear.

- Ouch!
- Can’t you watch it?

- The chicken rolled away.

Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck.

Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck.
Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck.

- The fresh air’s gone to their heads.

Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck.
Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck.

- Cluck, cluck, cluck...

That’s our chicken.

- Yup.

- Any idea when the ferry comes?
What’s the schedule here?

- Well, depends on the beer.

- You waiting for the ferry, sir?

- Nope.
The beer.

Hey!

- What’s his deal?
- No clue.

- Good afternoon!

- Alright, kids, hop aboard.

Come on, let’s go!

- Good afternoon!
- Good afternoon!

- Good afternoon!
- Good afternoon!

- Good afternoon!
- Good afternoon!

- Well, Brother Ábris, I’ll be
back again.

- Yup.

- Holy cow, look at all that water.
- Yup.

- Two-stroke?

Ignition’s skipping, hear that clunk!

- Ain’t skipping.

- How much we owe?
- Nothing, this wasn’t

a passenger run, this was a beer run.
- Thanks.

- Thanks.
- Good day!

- See ya!
- Hey, kids.

- Good day!

- Pull!

- Which one do I pull?

Logic’s out the window here,
we’re leaving it to fate.

- You drew the short straw.
Hooray!

This spot’s ours, it’s ours!
- Knew it.

- Come on, let’s find
another campsite.

- Leave the gear here, but
bring back some water.

- Got it, we’ll bring some.
- But we’re eating the chicken

together first.
- Finally, something good.

- Just don’t set up camp
right in our faces.

Can’t wage war with you guys
breathing down our necks.

- Don’t worry about your neck.

- Knew we’d draw the short straw.
Man, I’m starving.

- Hustle up!

- There’s a well!
- Cool, we’ll check it out later,
come on!

- Halt!
- What’s up?

- Look, in the water, a boat.
- Hooray! Cheers!

- That’s our boat.

- Won’t it sink?
- Nah, a boat like this
never sinks.

- Holy cow, never thought
we’d go boating too.

Holy cow, we’re not sinking.
- Told ya.

- How many knots?

- Fifteen.

- Not knots like that, speed knots.
Every sailor knows that.

- Oh.

- Land! Land!
- Island!

- Keep your eyes on it,
don’t lose sight.

- We’re watching, hope
it doesn’t run off.

- Hope it’s deserted.
- Hope there aren’t

wild animals. Feeding wild Tinsmith
is forbidden.

- Hello, hello, anyone here?

- Come on, let’s scout the island.

- Most important, not a word
to anyone! The island’s ours.

We’ll set up headquarters here.

Makes sense, this is the island’s center.

From here, we’ll run the secret
telegraph to the lookout tree.

- That’ll be the calendar tree.
- Can still be a lookout tree.

- We’ll clobber ‘em with this island.
They’ll be shocked.

- Yup, but only if
we keep our traps shut, got it?

- Got it.

- I’ll be quiet as a fried fish.
- Fried fish?

Man, I’m starving. My stomach’s
growling loud. I need food now.

- Feeding Tinsmith is allowed,
roast chicken’s waiting.

- Littlechime, come on!
- Coming!

- So, found a campsite?
- Yup.

- And the hat?
- Found it.

- Hope that mystery campsite’s
smack in an anthill.

- You’ll find out from the war declaration.
- They’ll be floored.

Man, I’m starving.
My stomach’s growling.

When do we eat?
- Swim first, it’ll whet your appetite.

- My appetite’s already maxed out.

- Oh no, what time is it?
I gotta play my violin.

- Oh, man!
- I still gotta play.

- Look, it’s the Count.

Wow, smells like pine.

- Gimme some.

- Smells great.
- Yummy.

- Thanks, great bath salts.
- No problem.

- Mercy.

- I can’t take this anymore.

- Enough, you’re killing what’s
left of my hearing. Stop it!

- Can’t help it, I gotta practice.

- Ugh, this caterwauling’s
driving me nuts.

- My club.

- What?

My club. Club, mine.

- I didn’t know it was yours, sir.

- I say good day to you.
My name’s Pál Polika.

If you need anything,
I’m over there.

But the club’s mine.

- Yes, sir.

- I see you’re all together.
Good, no trouble that way.

Well, I’m off to the dam.
See ya!

- Who was that guy?

- You heard him, Pál Polika.
- My club.

- It’s cooked, can I eat now?
- You’re Tinsmith’s star pupil.

- Is it a crime to have a good appetite?

- Never tasted anything this good.
- Not bad, just too little.

- Come on, we gotta roll.

- Hope you guys can pitch a tent.

- Where you setting up?
- We can do way more than that.

- Littlechime, come on already!

- Coming, just gotta
finish packing.

- Let me follow them!
- No, no snooping.

- Breaks my heart thinking about them.

- What warriors.
- Picket.

- Tinsmith.

- Littlechime.

- Good thing Littlechime’s not playing his violin in our ears.

- Someone’s coming.

- It’s me.
- Good evening, good evening.

- Hey, kids. Campfire?
Campfire?

- Yup.
- Found this over there.

- Holy moly, Littlechime’s
violin.

- Thanks, we’ll pass it on.

- Where’s the rest of the gang?
- Camping separately.

- Separately?
- Yup.

- Where?
- Don’t know.

- You don’t know? Aren’t you
camping together?

- Can you keep a secret, sir?
- Sure can.

- We’re gonna have a war,
and they’re our enemies.

- Enemies? Wow!

- Hey, kids, hey.
- The violin.

- Right, right.

- Hey, kids, hey.
- Good night.

- Finally, some excitement!

War! That’s the spirit, boys!

Mobilize, everyone on deck!

- My stomach’s growling loud,
that cold water’s got me starving.

- You didn’t even swim.
- Still made me hungry.

- First, we hold a war council.
Gotta draft the council notes too.

- Skipped breakfast, just my luck.
- There’s a war on.

- Not yet, we haven’t declared it.
Besides, who ever heard of

fighting a war on an empty stomach?
Ugh!

- First things first.

We need to draft the declaration of war.
As commander, I’ll sign it, but it’s only logical

that an envoy delivers the declaration.

- Couldn’t I be the envoy?
I’ve never been one before.

- Let Tinsmith be the envoy.
- Sounds good.

- So, what kind of envoy will you be?
A little one or a big shot?

- I’ll be a darn good envoy,
just leave it to me.

But what do I say?
- Hand over the declaration and

ask for half the meal money. Oh, and mention
we don’t need to make a big fuss about the war.

Got that so far?

- Clear as a bell.
- Plus, we need to fetch water,

stock up on supplies, reinforce
headquarters, set up

the secret telegraph, and
write the declaration of war.

- Get writing!

- The beer.
- Yup.

Polika’s in a prime spot.

- The beer.
- I see it.

What’s this now?

Polika’s a key player,
right in the thick of it.

Man, I wish he’d fight with us!

He’s smack between the island and the camp.

Oh, the ferryman!

He’s spying with binoculars!

- The beer.
- Not now, I’m busy.

Here’s the ticket.
- Finally.

- The envoy follows every move.

- Come again?

- The envoy tracks every step.

- Alright,
let’s hear the next line.

Maybe that one’ll make sense.

- And we want half the meal money.

- Now that’s got some sense. Keep going!

- And no need to beat the war drums too loud.

- Two out of three lines make sense,
not a bad ratio.

- What’s in your hand?
- Declaration of war.

- Declaration of war. Point 1: The island’s
ours, and we’ll protect it.

Island? Where?
- In the Danube, and we’ll defend it.

- An island? A real one?
- You bet.

- Point 2: Both sides get a flag.
Capturing the flag means victory.

That’s the goal.

Point 3: A captured prisoner
must surrender.

Torturing prisoners is strictly off-limits.

- Not even a little?

- Not one bit, and no starving them either.

Point 4: Everyone fights with as many allies as they can recruit.

Point 5: The declaration takes effect
when Littlechime finishes his violin.

- Oh, the violin.

What an army, leaving their battle violin behind.

Lucky for you we found it. I’ll grab
it, so the war doesn’t get canceled.

- Anything else?

We could add that tailing the envoy is forbidden.

- Alright.

- Kece, bring the meal money too.

- Please include lunchtime.

- From one-thirty to two.

- Want some crispy bacon? Come on, it’s tasty.

- Here’s the violin,

and some greasy bread to boot.

- The war’s turned Tinsmith into a whole new man.

- A total stranger stands before us.

- Here’s the meal money, ration it wisely!

- Wow!

- Here’s the violin.

- Oh no, it must’ve fallen out of its case
somewhere. Got lost in all the packing.

- Be more careful next time.

Here’s the meal money, the declaration, with some tweaks.

- Alright, we’re off to get water, then
shop. You stay here and guard the boat.

- Sure, but if I may suggest, stock up good.

War doubles a man’s appetite.

- Hold up, we’ll help!

- If we had a boat like that, we’d recruit him in a heartbeat.

- What’s that on you?
- Camouflage.

- Camouflage? What for?
- War’s broken out.

- You mean you’re fighting?
- Yup, we’re taking the island.

Won’t be easy, though—we don’t have a boat.

- Could I enlist? I’ll bring my boat,
and we could take the island in no time.

- Deal, you’re in!

- You won’t find allies around here.
- What a place.

- First sign of life. Come on, let’s find them.

I don’t envy this Uncle Gazsi. Who could he be?

- I know an Uncle Gazsi. They could’ve written about him.

- Don’t mind us, just finish up.

- This Uncle Gazsi’s gonna flip when he reads this.

- I’m Szinyák, and my buddy’s Kece.

- Péter, my little brother.
- Pál.

- Vacationing here?
- Vacation? Hardly.

Feels more like we’re in jail.

- Reform-school vacation.
- I’ve got an idea.

- Let’s hear it!

- But first, you gotta swear it’s a secret—a military secret.

- We swear.
- We’re on a recruiting mission.

Fancy a little rough-and-tumble?

- Count us in.
- She’ll never let us go.

- Quit whining! Yeah, she probably won’t.

- Who?
- Her.

- But maybe if you came and asked for us in person.

- Let’s go!

- Weird, she’s always parked here,
spending the whole summer by this stove.

- Man, it’s shiny.

- Of course, she polishes it all summer long.

- What do you cook on it?
- Nothing, you kidding?

She’d never let it get dirty. It’s just for show.

- Watch it, step on the stones.

- Oh, Uncle Gazsi.

- Hello, ma’am.
- Good afternoon!

- Visitors, visitors!

Hey there, Árpi!
Hold it! Back up!

I mean, welcome,
my dear little friend, Kece.

Witchy Johnny Varga,
when sparrows fly from barrels,

I greet you, Kece Árpi.

Vacationing, are we?
- Uncle Gazsi, let me introduce our friends.

- Szinyák Elek.

- Welcome, Szinyák Elek.
Listen to this!

Here lies poor Döme,
crushed by a millstone.

By the time they lifted it,
he crawled out dead.

When did you all meet?
- Well, it’s like this...

- Look at these two, nice and tan!

And you two are so pale.

You need more time in the sun.

- That’s what we wanted to ask...

- Hold on, let me say,
could these two come play with you?

They’re bored stiff hanging around me all day.

- Sure, they can come.

- Really? That’s swell.
Here, you take this telescope.

Pál, grab this trumpet, that’s it.
Wait, I’ve got a rifle somewhere.

- A rifle? What for?

- Oh, nothing, just talk.
It’s busted anyway.

Here’s two canteens, you’ll need those.

- Thanks!

- No big deal. So, when’s the...

- When’s what?
- Oh, nothing, forget it.

Slipped my mind.
- Thanks again.

Thank you!

A name that rhymes so fine
deserves everything divine.

Dear friend Elek, I sing your praise.

We nailed the troop reinforcements.

Nailed it! Bring on the war!

- Good afternoon!

Anyone here?

- Y-y-yes, m-m-my pleasure.

H-h-here, w-w-what can I d-d-do for you?

- Two pounds of bacon, please.

- N-n-none left, s-s-sold out.

- A pound of smoked sausage?

- J-j-just this, th-th-the rest’s gone.

- Salt, paprika?
- Y-y-yes, g-g-got those.

- Four ounces of wafers?
- N-n-no, just s-s-sour candy.

- And two pounds of bread.

- O-o-out of that too,
b-b-but I’ll give you mine.

A b-b-bunch of kids c-c-came before you.

- Anything else?
- That’s it.

- Whew!

- Put it back, we’re not splurging!

- I-I-I’ll give you mine f-f-free.

- Thanks.

- W-w-what’s all this s-s-stuff for?
- War’s coming, noon tomorrow.

- H-h-how long’s it l-l-lasting?
- Secret, military secret.

- J-j-just asking c-c-cause I m-m-might
place a b-b-bigger order.

- This’ll do for us.

- S-s-see you!
- S-s-see ya!

- H-h-hello, U-U-Uncle Gazsi,
they were h-h-here, w-w-war’s coming.