All language subtitles for Itt.erzem.magam.otthon.2025

FREEDOM. COMFORT. WITHOUT LIMITS.

I'll put the receipt in here.

Thank you very much.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Sorry, excuse me!

You've left your...

Thank you very much.

Thanks, bye.

Rita. Wait a minute.

This is for you.

Thank you, but...

Well, you really shouldn't have.

CLOSED

PERMANENTLY CLOSED.
SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.

FEELS LIKE HOME

You don't have to talk yet.

I know what you want to say.

Hush!

Calm down.

You don't understand.

I only want what's best for you.

I'll take the tape off

and you can drink.

Listen to me.

Listen to me!

But you don't have to talk yet.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Help!

Help, I've been kidnapped! Help!

Help! Help!

She's been kidnapped! Help!

No one can hear you here.

But you already know that.

Don't!

No, I swear I--

Think about what you've done, okay?

How are you?

Only if you promise to behave yourself.

It hurts...

My shoulders hurt so bad.

What?

And my legs hurt so much.

Hurt?

It hurts a lot!

Come.

There.

Better?

Slowly.

Don't fill your stomach too fast.

There.

Let me go!

Let me go, please!

Please. Sir...

Come on, call me by my first name.

What am I to you, a stranger?

See, it's always like this.

We have to do this every time.

No, please don't! Please!

Please! Help me!

Help me because I don't understand.

Help me because I don't understand!

Help me understand! Please!

See how much easier this is?

I'm here to help you.

We all want to help.

But why?

Why am I here?

You know why.

Because you've wandered off.

But you're not safe out there.

What... what should I call you?

You don't have to tell me your real name.

Why wouldn't I tell you my real name?

Is something wrong with it?

No. I just don't know...

I don't know your name.

See?

It's always the same.

You do know my name.

I don't remember.

What did they do to you out there?

You don't remember
your own brother's name.

But I don't...

I... it's a mistake.

I have no siblings.

You have many siblings, Szilvi!

Szilvi?

Szilvia Árpád.

That is your name.

No, it's not! I'm Rita!

Rita Szabó. That's my name.

This is a mistake.

No! You have kidnapped the wrong person!

I'm not Szilvi! I'm Rita! Rita!

You have kidnapped the wrong person!

Please don't! Please!

I know exactly who you are.

And I didn't kidnap you, Szilvi.

I brought you home.

I'm not Szilvi.

I'm not Szilvi!

My side hurts.

Everything hurts.

And I'm hungry.

And dizzy.

Promise you'll behave?

I'm so sorry.

Do you want it?

Yes!

Then tell me your name.

I can't remember.

Yes, you can.

I know you can remember.

Rita...

Rita Szabó! That's my name!

I want to help you so much.
But you won't let me.

Szilvi...

Szilvi. Call me that.

My name's Szilvi.

Here. See? You can do it.

And your last name?

- Árpád.
- Árpád.

Szilvi Árpád.

Repeat it.

Árpád.

Szilvi Árpád. My name is Szilvi Árpád.

You can't have it all.

Your stomach is still too tight.

Enjoy your meal.

You don't need these anymore.

We used to bathe together,
don't you remember?

There's one more rule.

There's that bed.

You must not lie on that bed.

I'll come in. You don't know when.

If I find you on the bed,
or the sheets are rumpled,

I'll tie you up again.

Do you understand?

This doesn't make any sense.

It's just a bed.

I'm not the one making the rules.

You did well.

Would you like me not to tie you up?

Give it here, please.

Wipe your mouth.

If you read this, I won't tie you up.

SZILVI

What is this?

Your diary.

You said you don't remember.

That you need help to remember.

This is the help you need.

See?

Here's our family tree.

These people live elsewhere,

but they may come up in conversations.

And who knows...

they might even move here one day.

These are your relatives.

Miklós,

your eldest brother.

The ones marked in red
have married into our family.

Miklós' wife, Juli.

There are photos of everyone.

And a description.

See?

A characterization.

And here...

Here are your thoughts

that you wrote down.

A diary...

in which...

I pasted photos...

of my family members?

My name is Szilvia Árpád.

I am a strong-willed
but overly sensitive woman.

Sometimes I can be cruel...

My favorite foods...

My first fight with Miklós and his wife.

Szilvi...

What's this?

How can you put such nonsense in my hands

and say that I wrote it?

Let me out.

Let me out!

Let me out of here!

I can't talk to you when
you're acting out like this.

We'll start all over then.

How are you?

What's your name?

Szilvia Árpád.

Will you behave yourself?

What's your name?

What's your name?

Let's try this again.

These are your thoughts.

You will remember everything correctly

if you behave like you wrote in the diary.

Once you remember correctly,

you can do whatever you want.

Then I can get out of here?

You are not a prisoner.

In this apartment we are all free.

If you read this, I won't tie you up.

But you must not use the bed.

If you do...

you know what will happen.

MY FAMILY

MARCI

He works hard for his family.

He wants to be Papa's favorite.

But Papa's favorite is Szilvi.

JULI

ISTVÁNKA AND PANNIKA

MIKLÓS

UNCLE RUDI

ANNA

EVERYONE LOVES PAPA.

My God.

Sick bastards.

What's your name?

Szilvia Árpád.

Why are you here?

Because you brought me home.

What's your favorite food?

I don't believe in
people having favorite things.

Why?

Because...
I believe that people change

and their tastes change as well.

Is there something you want to tell me?

I didn't lie on it.

I swear.

It was an accident.

I tripped, but I fixed it.

Just look at it.

It was an accident.

I didn't lie on it! I swear!

I'm glad you didn't lie to me.

Would you like to meet the family?

Yes.

I would love to.

Soon.

I see you're starting to remember.

But it's not enough to remember.

We'd like to get back our Szilvi.

When can I see Papa?

Would you like to meet him?

And the others too, of course.

Of course.

But I feel I hurt Papa the most when I...

I'm glad you finally acknowledge it.

Inside I always knew,

because all children know that,

but now I finally understand

how much you struggle for Papa's love.

And how little I had to.

I pretended that it meant nothing to me.

But when I wandered off...

Papa must have
blamed you for everything, as usual.

And you just bore it patiently.

You had to deal with me
even when I wasn't here.

And you knew all the time
that he loved me more.

Papa loves us all.

I'm so glad you've come home, Szilvi.

Me too.

We're glad you're finally home, Szilvi.

Well, you wandered off again.

But...

I'm glad you're home.

Greetings to you, Szilvi dear.

It was about time to come back.

Wandering off to see
the world is easy-breezy,

while coming home...

It was a very nice poem.

It wasn't nice!

István, I told you to study.

Did you or didn't you?

Go on then!

Szilvi dear!

So good to have you home again.

We've missed you so much,

you can't even imagine how!

Stop it, will you?

Stop it. Now.

I've left the door open behind you.

You know I'm not Szilvi,

don't you?

You must be careful, Szilvi.

Don't get sick again.

Where are you going, Aunt Szilvi?

I don't like to dwell on the past.

You know?

Because, especially
when you're as old as I am,

you linger in the past because

something is missing from the present.

Then remembering
doesn't give you anything.

It just takes away from you.

I try to focus on the present.

But...

sometimes I do get drawn in.

And anyway,

without our past
we don't have a present either.

We always remember
our happiness more intensely

than we experienced it when we were happy.

Don't you think so?

If we're not sad...

or in great pain...

that's happiness.

Isn't it?

Maybe it's true out there.

But here at home...

there's nothing to worry about.

Of course you...

you were always more adventurous.

Perhaps you're better
equipped for hardship

than many of us here.

But still, I can see you've become tough.

Bitter. Hopeless.

But you don't have to be bitter here.

You don't have to fight.

Although...

after all that time
out there it becomes a reflex.

I may have been like that once...

but I was just all the more desperate

to provide security for myself

and for those I love.

And you know how much I love you.

And how afraid I am
that you will become bitter.

When was the last time you wrote a poem?

When I was in second grade.

Don't joke with me.

Your poems were always so beautiful.

You brought light into our lives.

The others
didn't understand them, perhaps...

but I was always very proud of you.

Do you remember?

This was taken a week before you...

wandered off.

There was a kind of sadness
in you then, too.

You don't have to sleep here tonight.

Go and get something to eat.

I...

I understand you all.

I understand Papa.

In those photos...

that's not me.

You must be aware of that.

I...

I don't...

I don't know what happened to Szilvi but...

but I understand that

you want to take care of your father.

He...

He must not...

He must not have been able

to bear the loss.

And if it helps, I'm happy to come here.

Every day even...

I'll talk to him,

or read him poetry...

This man...

Our father...

loves you like no one else

on this fucking earth.

And you would lie?

Lie to a man like that?

You are who you are, Szilvi.

If you were born an Árpád,

you'll always be an Árpád.

No matter how much you've wandered around.

If you don't want
to be part of the family...

well, I don't know.

I don't know
what will happen then, Szilvi.

It would break my heart.

I will remember better.

Then eat this.

There is no waste in this house.

I'm not hungry.

Anna.

Help your sister, please.

Don't.

Please don't.

Was this always my room?

Always.

My room is not far from yours.

Where is it?

You'll remember.

When you're one of us again.

The more I am Szilvi--

The more you are an Árpád.

And family members are free to move

in and out of the apartment.

Then I'll try to remember everything.

It's so good to have you home again.

Why are you helping me?

You are my sister.

You've helped me so very much, too!

Soon you'll remember everything.

How does it feel to be home again, Szilvi?

Good.

It's good to be back in my old room.

Of course it's good.

After we cleaned it up nice and tidy,

while you did who knows what,

who knows where.

This is not the right time, Juli.

Can't I say a bloody thing?

Stop it already!

Where is Pannika?

Who?

Your other child.

Good morning.

Good morning, Papa.

So I have a little sister?

I was just asking.

Don't ask anything!

What's this all about?

Aunt Szilvi told me

I have a little sister.

She must have remembered wrong.

No.

I remembered very well.

And I can show you how well,

because it's in my room...

in my memories.

Indeed.

See?

This is an...

earlier version.

But how did it get here?

My mistake.

You must help your sister remember.

And such a mistake...

Go on!

Apologize to Szilvi

for making her so confused.

Szilvi--

Do it properly!

Forgive me, Szilvi.

Forgive me.

I gave you the wrong diary.

Go on!

I made you remember wrong.

It was my mistake.

Come on!

Forgive me!

Pannika was stillborn!

There is no Pannika!

Forgive me.

I forgive you.

You didn't mean that.

"Forgive" is not just a word.

You can't accept it

unless it's a proper apology.

I forgive. I forgive!

Not me! He was the idiot.

Forgive him, as his sister.

Or don't forgive him at all.

Marci...

I'm sorry. It's not your fault.

I forgive you.

I remem...

I remembered wrong...

But you will help me.

I forgive you.

I forgive you.

Yes. Can you see it?

You are true siblings now.

He's right.

Papa is always right.

But you already knew that.

Hurry up, you still
have to clean the hallway.

You don't have to watch over me.

Really?

I'm sorry I brought up Pannika.

I didn't know she had died.

It must have been awful.

It's still dirty there.

Don't forget the gas pipe.

It's covered with dust.

Papa doesn't like that.

Remember?

That's where you used to write.

You must be eager to finish your poem.

Papa will be ecstatic.

This is your time.

Two hours.

You better hurry.

Papa's impatient.

"Your soul is so precious
I fear I'm breaking it's light."

"My name is Rita Szabó."

Are you able to write, Szilvi?

I understand that
you couldn't write out there.

You know what happened out there today?

A fire.

Arson.

A department store burned down,
just around the corner.

Who knows how many died.

They are still counting them

because the bodies are so badly burnt.

To think that
it could have been one of you...

It's a terrible thing to die in flames.

If you're lucky,

you vomit your guts out from the smoke
and suffocate.

If not, you'll burn alive.

I'm so glad you're all home safe.

Was the fire nearby?

I didn't hear any sirens.

You can't hear much up here.

It's all burnt down, hasn't it, Papa?

Burnt to the ground.

You don't need firefighters for that.

Also, it isn't
economical to keep firefighters.

If a building is to burn down,
it will burn down.

And the amount of money
we spend on firefighters!

Yet by the time they get there

the damage is already done.

The fire should just be
allowed to do its job.

And invest the money into rebuilding.

So no ambulance is needed either?

Whoever has to die will die anyway?

Essentially...

Yes!

And your dear Papa?

He's going to kick the bucket one day.

Then what?

Will you at least let
the undertakers take him?

You know I didn't mean it like that.

We know how you meant it.

Papa has a private doctor, Szilvi.

We can pay for health.

Those who can't, don't deserve it.

Of course, with a family accountant

who can't find
the lost money in the books...

I'm looking for it.

Managing money is a responsibility.

So is managing a wife.

You are good at neither.

I don't like it.

This is not the way I raised you.

And I had so much confidence in you.

Forgive me, Papa.

Forgive me, Papa.

If you can't behave at the table,
don't drink so much.

Forgive me, Papa.

My daughter comes home
and this is how you honor it?

By guzzling wine?

Can I say something?

I went to the store today

and the sun was shining so beautifully.

And people were so nice.

And they gave me a flower in the store.

For free.

Because you are so beautiful.

POEMS

What happened with the flower?

I lied.

I didn't get any flowers.

I wasn't even outside.

Papa loves to hear these stories.

He likes to know that

good things happen to us.

Even if they're not true?

That is Papa's room!

We can't go in there! Don't you remember?

Papa needs the new poem.

If not, he'll be furious.

And that's bad for all of us.

Do you understand?

Do you?

Remember.

Without culture we are nothing.

Help me remember.

I don't have time for this.

And Papa...

What will Papa say

if I tell him you didn't help?

What does Papa do for work?

Papa has investments.

Papa has money.

That's his work.

And mine is to manage that money.

Move it around, keep the books.

But I can't do my job

because I must watch you sitting there

doing absolutely nothing.

But if you can't do your job,

then we might not need you at all.

Because we are a well-functioning family.

Everyone has their place in the machine.

You talk as if we were a factory.

This is a family.

Not a machine.

Security

and happiness must be produced.

They don't just happen.

Now if we should take you
and lock you in a room

without food and drink, all tied up.

You wouldn't be happy, would you?

No.

But we don't lock you up.

So we produce security for you.

And it will stay that way

as long as you do your job.

So we can remain a family.

You understand, right?

"When there's no more"

Well, in that sense

Death would be sweet

"Diamond"

I became night

my voice is silence

I longed for the sun

then everything

burned away.

It's been so long.

Hot summer evening.

On the banks of the Tisza, the woman was

looking for her tent.

She remembers
setting it up somewhere back.

I tell her...

if she's afraid to be alone at night,

she can stay with me.

We have enough sleeping bags.

In mine, the party...

is about to start.

It is about to start.

What a beautiful poem!

How do you even think of such--

I took a bath, I swear!

In mine, the party is about to start...

In mine, the party is about to start...

It is about to start...

Isn't that better?

How long have you been here?

And how long have I been here?

Time has no importance here.

What's your name?

Your real name.

Anna Árpád.

I was always Anna Árpád.

They kept me in that room
for such a long time.

They had to beat me because...

I had trouble remembering.

But then I finally remembered.

It's your fault, Szilvi.

I accepted that I was Anna.

But you promised to get me out of here.

And then you left.

But I came back.

And we're going to get out of here.

You and me. I promise.

How did I get out last time?

Only Marci knows.

Can anyone else leave
the apartment besides him?

Whoever they choose.

The ones they trust.

Juli can go out.

And Miklós too, sometimes.

Me, I'm not allowed yet.

Maybe you went out...

maybe that's when you wandered off.

I will go out again.

My real name is Rita.

Never say your real name!

It makes you forget
who you're supposed to be here.

Szilvi!

Go after them and see what they are doing.

Then tell Papa.

This is your fault,

Szilvi.

They are fucking.

I was thinking that Szilvi

could do the shopping tomorrow.

We'll need to have
the pictures developed, too.

Why don't you send me?
I want to go as well!

You'll spend the money on alcohol.

Well, the booze is better outside.

I think I should go.

I am the most responsible person.

Just look for the money.

I want to go!

Szilvi is going.

Just celebrating.

Honestly. Who the fuck
do you think you are?

Who the fuck
do you think you are, Uncle Rudolf?

Drinking blackberry juice.

Blueberries.

With red food coloring.

I drink alcohol, too.

Sometimes I do, I swear.

You're supposed to be an alcoholic.

I know.

I keep trying...

But I don't like to drink.

I never have.

How long have you been here?

I don't know.

I came long ago.

How many others are like us?

And like Anna?

What happened to the previous Szilvi?

If she had obeyed the rules,

she would still be here.

I know what you're thinking.

I thought the same thing at first.

What sick bullshit it is to play pretend...

But when I...

just before they took me in

my business had gone bankrupt.

I was in debt up to my ears.

My family was gone.

I was alone.

But now I have a family.

I am safe.

You play an alcoholic loser day by day.

You see people like that
out on the street, don't you?

They sit with a sign
around their neck that says

I've been where you are,
you can end up where I am.

Or need money for food.

It's so easy to be a nobody in this city.

And so hard to be somebody.

But if you play the role
Papa has given you,

you'll never lack for anything.

I'm already lacking
by being locked up here.

Can you smell it, too?

One's smell
can't be washed out of the bed.

Yours will linger on, too.

I'm...

not her.

But you could try...

without anyone knowing...

I'm not her!

What happened to her?

I took a photo of her.

I stole the camera and secretly went back.

Tell me.

I don't remember.

I had to forget. That's the rule.

But I can't forget her smell.

The pictures will be on the second roll.

Let's pretend I wasn't here.

Don't forget to have these developed.

I'd love to see fresh pictures of you.

Now go, enjoy some sunshine.

We'll be looking forward to your return.

If you wander off, Anna will regret it.

Be home by dinner.

Szilvi, dear. How good of you to come.

To the store as well?

Come, dear.

We're going the same way.

It's about to rain again.

I can feel it in my bones.

I'm so happy to see you again.

You were always my favorite

with those silly little poems of yours.

You don't sell lighters, do you?

Help me.

Any way I can.

I've been kidnapped

and held captive.

Me and others as well.

We must call the police.

Look. I really
don't want to get involved in this.

But...

I don't know what you're talking about.

So...

So you refuse to help?

If I was bleeding in a crash on a highway,

would you drive past me?

But you're not in a crashed car.

You have it easy, actually.

And I work in this camera store

I'm renting from the Árpád family.

Do you understand?

Why do you want to involve me

in your family affairs?

I'm just a photographer.

This is where I live and make a living.

God damn you

and your fucking camera store!

They'll be ready in an hour!

Darling, everything went well?

We'll be back for those pictures soon.

Now I'll show you where the store is.

Why would you show me?

I've always lived here, haven't I?

Oh, my dear, I'm just saying.

I want to help whenever I can.

Is your apartment...

yours or do you rent it?

My dear, stop playing dumb.

Everything on this street belongs
to the Árpád family.

I don't have any money.

You don't have to pay here.

If I begged you...

if I crawled on the floor in tears...

would you call the police?

Anything else I can help you with?

Please help me, I've been kidnapped...

Excuse me...

I've been kidnapped...

Call the police!

Go fuck yourself then!

See, everyone here loves you.

No matter what you do.

This whole neighborhood

grew out of your family.

I forgot to buy a lighter.

You can manage on your own
from here, can't you?

Do I have any chance?

Many people would like to

be in your shoes, you know.

You are loved.

Others...

What now?

Are you going to tie me up again?

How long did you work here?

Fourteen months?

You must have wanted to be more than this.

And you did not even manage this.

I could have found some other place.

FOR RENT
MARCELL ÁRPÁD

This is where you lived, right?

What do you want from me?

Let me show you something.

Good afternoon.

Sorry for bothering you.

Yes?

Would you allow me a question?

Yes?

When did you move into this apartment?

A few months ago.

Hi.

Do you know who lived here before you?

No, and I don't care either.

Have a good day.

The neighbors might remember you.

I don't remember them either.

And your family?

An acquaintance?

A relative?

What are you trying to prove?

That no one remembers me?

No one misses me?

No.

There are people who miss you.

Us.

What happened to the previous Szilvi?

She did something that was
incompatible with being Szilvi.

So she wandered off.

She fell in love with Miklós.

Right?

But Miklós loves being Miklós more

than he loved Szilvi.

And at this point, to Papa,

Szilvi was not Szilvi anymore.

If it wasn't for Anna,

I wouldn't go back.

You can't keep up
playing a role all the time.

You're a better Szilvi

than any Szilvi before you.

It'll be 7200 HUF.

Do you know who I am?

Do you still want to work here tomorrow?

I'm sorry.

How was it out there, Szilvi?

Lovely.

It's nice to see how much people love us.

Next time let me go.

We need new clothes for the boy.

Oh, my God.

You have enough to do here.

And you have to help
Miklós find the lost money.

Just because Szilvi is your favorite.

I've lost my appetite.

Would you like to lie down, Papa?

No.

I want my family to live in peace,

and stop nagging me
with all this nonsense.

You'll go out
when you've done your chores properly.

If we could have our own place...

No one's eating today.

Maybe you will learn from that.

That's what happens
when you make him angry.

I thought you weren't coming back.

I promised, didn't I?

I remember how I wandered off last time.

Marci...

has only good things to say about you
since you came home.

That's why I decided

to expand the family.

It's time for you to get married.

An unemployed computer scientist.

You first met a few years ago,

at a dance.

Do you remember?

Of course.

He's a good man,

he's just bad at finishing things.

He was about to change jobs,

but then the financial crisis hit.

He's staying here temporarily

before you leave the nest together.

But...

we're not leaving... right?

Of course not!

In fact...

you can have Pannika soon.

I was originally going to give her
to Miklós and Juli.

But she will be a perfect child for you.

The only problem with Tamás
is that he is messy.

You often argue about this,

so be prepared for that.

Szilvi...

You don't smoke.

Get out.

Don't forget to shut the door behind you.

I have two candidates.

You can choose which one you like better.

He will be fired this week.

He has no contact with his family.

Alcoholics.

He just moved here.

No new friends yet,

and no contact with old friends

because they are all abroad.

He's like me.

Like all of us.

I've been asking him for years
to write someone for me.

A partner.

But he doesn't want to.

I'm too important to him.

At least that's what he says.

You're very lucky.

I don't want a partner.

Especially not a computer programmer.

They earn good money.

Except this one is unemployed.

You know what happened last night?

Murder!

In broad daylight.

A passerby was stabbed.

Now imagine.

You get stabbed in the lungs
even though you're just walking home.

What luck that we are safe at home, Papa.

Yes.

Papa is not what he used to be.

He is getting old.

It used to hurt when he hit me.

Now I have to pretend it hurts.

I don't know how we're going to keep
the family together like this.

He's expanding too fast.

But you won't tell him that.

We'll get through this together.

You were always so strong.

Szilvi! Let's go.

Making any progress, Miklós?

He'll never find that money, will he?

Of course not.

Those numbers make no sense.

You know why you will always remain

a third-rate, talentless accountant?

Because you found
something human in yourself.

And then you let them
hang her on a gas pipe.

Did you help them too?

Or did you do it yourself?

I loved you so much.

And yet you let me die.

What if I told you

that you could have your revenge?

That you can be free?

Juli...

if we had hanged Juli...

With me, you can speak freely.

With me, you can be free.

And Juli can be free too.

She's not the problem.

Mask!

Oh, shit.

Good evening.

Hello, my dear.

- Good evening.
- Hello.

- Good evening.
- Hello.

You don't have to talk yet.

We know what you want to say.

We just want to help you.

We'll take off the tape.

If you promise to behave yourself.

I know you.

You work in that shoe store.

I bought shoes from you.

What?

Hold his head!

Hold it!

This is bad.

This is really bad.

Papa won't be happy.

You don't understand.

He recognized you.

He can ruin everything.

Papa won't let that happen.

And you didn't know he knew me.

And you chose him without knowing it.

Szilvi...

I'm sorry.

You're not sorry enough.

On the floor!

Then Papa won't know.

I'm sorry.

It's my fault.

Forgive me.

I've made a mistake.

I forgive you.

I can't lose you.

How is he?

How is he holding up?

It's hard...

but you know how it is.

Soon he will remember.

Of course, it's the hardest for you...

to see your husband like this.

Just look at this picture

if you think
that this is the life you want.

What if I told you

that you could be free?

I am disappointed.

Szilvi's husband,
Tamás, is on his way home.

And you haven't put
a plate on the table for him.

How can we be a family?

If you can't even do that much?

We just wanted to spend
one more evening together.

Just us, the family.

Because we have to talk, Papa.

We have nothing to discuss.

And I'm not even hungry anymore.

That is a problem, Papa.

Because we are.

You're my favorite, Szilvi.

But don't make me cross.

You will regret it.

Papa...

these are just empty words.

Meaningless threats.

But this family needs a real pillar

to keep up with the outside world.

You're going to regret this.

You're all going to regret this.

You think you are irreplaceable?

You can't do this.

I've created you.

I've created all of you.

And now you're going to follow
this ungrateful bitch?

She's not even Szilvi.

This is not my daughter.

She's a stranger!

No!

You both stay.

Rita!

Your name is Rita

and you are not my daughter.

Leave!

You are no longer a member of my family!

What are you talking about, Papa?

I'm Szilvi.

Szilvia Árpád.

But you...

I don't know who you are.

I love you...

I love you all so much.

Don't you see?

Forgive me, Papa.

Sorry, Papa.

Forgive me, Papa.

Say you're sorry.

I'm sorry, Papa.

Stab into a wound.

It's easier.

Forgive me, Papa.

NEED MONEY FOR FOOD.

FREEDOM. COMFORT. WITHOUT LIMITS.

We thought you'd left.

Where to?

Home.

This feels like home.

Papa has wandered off.

No worries.

We'll find him again!