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MARCH 14, 1848 BUDA-PEST

HOW IT HAPPENED AND HOW IT COULD'VE HAPPENED…

The Austrian Empire's tyranny cast a dark shadow over Hungary.

Citizens of Buda-Pest meet in secret to discuss independence.

But the Austrian troops are on their way…

Help!

There they run! After them!

Hungarian scum!

Cuff them!

Come on!

FREE HUNGARY!

They broke up the gathering.

I could hardly escape.

I managed to save the list, though.

They can't find it on us.

Let's go to the café.

One-two, come on!

On your knees, you Hungarian scum!

Where is that lark?

Freedom? I'll give you freedom!

"Home, it will await her, a new country."

- "new, free Hungary…" - Shut the hell up!

On the ground, you dogs!

"By spring she'll find her way…"

Have you lost your mind?

Your papers!

- Alexander Petrovics? - Sándor Petőfi.

- Mauritz… Jókai. - Yes, I am Mauritz.

Stop!

Search them!

- Nothing! - Get out of here…

Dirty occupiers!

What did you say?

Come back!

Scoundrel!

Where is the list?

Where is the list?

I swear I don't know.

Herr Inspector!

They are here.

Finish it!

Let him in!

Herr General!

Where is the list?

I almost got it,

- when your soldiers dispersed… - Your job was

to get evidence and names.

That's my intention, Herr General.

You'd better.

My patience is running out.

Be discreet but ruthless.

You can count on it, Herr General.

I thought we'd have a peaceful march.

Liberty…. liberty, equality, fraternity!

Above all, independent government!

That's the first demand.

The free use of language… is the first!

If we'd be free to use your mother tongue…

But we are! The other day at the museum you gave that little redhead a "tongue."

All right, leave her out of this!

Who ordered the sausage?

Mr. Vasvári, the wine here in the middle, okay?

Give it to me Otto, danke! Now, where was I?

- Well, the language. - Will you shut up?

Degré, just calm down, and I'll continue.

Mr. Vidats, somebody must pay for that damage!

I'll take care of it, Otto.

Young Master Petőfi, Mr. Jókai!

Maaaauritz!

Or should I call you Mór?

This covers the damage.

And bring more Java-coffee, with hot cream and scones.

"Friendship and mercy for all,

but not to kings, never more."

Gustáv Emich pays 2 Forints for it. That covers the bill.

What happened at the gathering?

It was dispersed. They arrested everyone they could.

Fortunately, Mór managed to smuggle out the list of our demands!

One: we demand freedom of the press, the abolition of censorship!

Union?

With Transylvania.

- Equality before the law. - Your order, coffee, scones.

Seriously, that little black lady was ripe and ready.

She embarrassed me first,

but then I quickly tackled the problem… too.

Yes…

Thank you.

Something is missing here.

Four things are crucial for Hungarian independence.

Language, representation, freedom of expression and

the release of political prisoners.

Like Mr. Táncsics up in the castle.

- Táncsics? Who cares about… - If you go to prison,

because you speak up against Austrian oppression…

- …that's not freedom. - No, but this way we have 13 demands.

So what?

- That's not a good omen. - You're touched in the head, man.

Degré, if that little redhead is your problem, we've already broken up.

- Really? - Course not.

See? Irinyi has already merged two points.

These will be announced on the 19th in Rákos at the Joseph Day Fair.

I'm not going.

You need a passport to get there.

Only there will be enough people.

Why not in the marketplace? The m-mu…

At the museum, Sükey is right! There will also be a fair there.

It was full of people today.

But what's the hurry anyway?

Why not wait for Kossuth and the opposition?

If we were to wait for them,

we'd still be arguing here in 100 years, fellow citizens!

- I object, in the name of Kossuth! - Do it.

En garde, my friend!

What are you going to do?

What do you do now, dear sir?

Come on!

Come and meet my sword, you lowly knight!

Here, where swords clash loud, Let my shroud be found…

Mister!

Sorry!

Come on, you want some more?

Mauritz, in private now.

How's it going with the beautiful Rosa?

- Have you sent her flowers yet? - Quit teasing him!

She's an actress!

Send a bouquet to her dressing room.

I also had an actress. Five acts every night.

Hey, listen to me!

I just came by boat.

The revolution broke out in Vienna yesterday.

The students put up barricades!

They've had enough of the emperor. They demand freedom!

Gentlemen, if this is true, what are we waiting for?

They demand freedom.

The soldiers fired at them.

Come on, let's go!

Everyone should know about this!

Now is the moment!

Now or never!

Well, never, then.

Now everyone is asleep.

- Now? Don't you think that… - Now they are weakened!

Now they are backed into a corner!

Those boys in Vienna just want new laws,

but we want a new world, an independent Hungary!

Unchained, free!

Who's with me tomorrow?

I am.

But what are we going to do?

Early tomorrow. I see you here!

We'll proclaim our demands in the city.

Let all Buda-Pest hear, what we want!

Will there be enough of us?

And over to the Castle of Buda, all the way to the Colonial Government.

We'll make them sign the demands.

- But Sándor… - What is it, Degré? You got cold feet?

No, but there are only ten of us…

- …or fifteen. - People will follow us, don't worry!

M-maybe even five hundred.

All right, tomorrow, then.

At seven in the morning.

We'll put the fear of God into them!

Oh, God, let's have a drink!

We'll wake you up in the morning!

Right, Gyula?

What? Sure.

Otto!

Another round for all, on our beloved emperor's tab!

You're welcome.

Dohány Street… Sándor Petőfi… Mór Jókai…

Take it to him.

From Café Pilvax.

Darling!

- Listen! - You won't believe what happened!

The revolution broke out in Vienna.

Good evening, Júlia!

The news just came by boat.

Tomorrow we'll also proclaim our demands.

I hope it won't rain.

I've lost my umbrella.

Maybe a spark is enough,

- to set the world on fire. - We need to talk.

It's important.

I'll be in my room.

Darling!

I'm with child.

Júlia!

Farkasch!

Excuse me, Herr General.

But it's only paved around the German Theatre. Not where I'm coming from.

I have important news. An uprising, in Vienna.

I already know.

The news has just come by courier from Vienna.

Students started it.

They are rebelling here, too.

This is their list of demands.

It's too late.

What we have to make sure of is that it does not spread over here.

I don't want the city on fire!

We're having a boy. I feel it.

All right.

I'll bring you along to Café Pilvax tomorrow morning.

I'll join you!

Then we'll announce our demands at Kigyó Street corner!

We could number a hundred!

- Or a thousand. - We'll head to Buda Castle if we have to.

We'll make the Colonial Government sign them, and then…

- They were shot at in Vienna. - And so? They were shot at!

Your poems have finally been published.

We rent an apartment here in Dohány Street.

You know what we stand to lose.

I know what we stand to gain.

Freedom! So that our little boy

can freely speak Hungarian in his mother tongue.

And not just him, but everyone.

To this day, we've been raging in rhymes, at home, for ourselves.

But never again!

- All right, I'm just saying… - Mór.

Tomorrow, we need to take to the streets.

I'm just saying, you should listen to your mind.

More like your heart!

So, let's try not to get shot before breakfast, if possible.

These are the ringleaders.

They gather at Café Pilvax.

Their leader. This Petrovics, alias Petőfi.

Address: Tabak Gasse, Dohány Street.

A poet, a failed actor.

Let's show Vienna how to do it better.

Without soldiers.

Stop them right there, in Café Pilvax!

There won't be any rebellion here!

Farkasch!

Remember, you don't exist.

If you get in trouble, we don't know each other.

You can trust me, Herr General!

Mór is right.

You'd better…

You'd better stay at home,

safe and sound.

- That's not what you said yesterday! - Yesterday everything was different.

I have to be there tomorrow.

I know that… I know that you…

You'd better…

- stay at home? - Yes!

Yes.

Darling!

Darling, I don't want you to get hurt.

Be at Café Pilvax tomorrow early morning with the police.

The hunt is on.

MARCH 15, 1848

They've come for you.

- What are you doing here? - I told you we'd wake you up.

Come on up, we're late!

Mór still needs to be kicked out of bed!

Leave that to me!

Gyula!

Is that Mór's window?

I think so.

Uhh… what the…?

Or his neighbour's?

Mauuuritz!

You threw horseshit into my room?

That'd be beneath me, old sport, wouldn't it?

Open up, it's time!

I couldn't let you sleep through the revolution.

Get dressed!

We have to be there at opening time!

Don't climb in with your clothes on! You know how I hate it.

We're going to miss everything.

Do you have the 12 demands?

We've lost them somewhere.

But Gyula has it in his head.

Right?

How about an introduction?

"What does the Hungarian nation want?" Or something like that.

Do it, Gyula, you're good at it!

Listen to me!

I'll tell you the secret to female heart.

A gentleman in a proper suit. Let me explain it to you.

Hurry up, what's this vanity?

Seriously? If I were writing a novel about vanity,

you'd be the main character.

You misjudge me, my friend.

Come on, get dressed!

I remember how you held painter Barabás' hand,

when he drew your portrait.

- To make your face more oval! - Darling!

There was no revolution then.

Now there is none either, only rising up…

…way too early in the morning!

Don't forget this one!

- Don't worry! I'll be back safely. - It's like clothes make the man!

Even if Sándor doesn't like wearing a tie,

I prefer silk neckwears above all.

And I'd prefer above all, if you got off my back!

Will you stop it?

The vest is more important than anything.

It's silk worm silk, you see?

This is Kölchner.

The ladies are really into it!

"Let there be friendship, freedom and concord!"

- How's that? - That's good, Gyula, put it in.

Because a jacket is nothing by itself!

The vest underneath,

that's what reveals a gentleman.

This mirror is a family heirloom, Pali!

It was my paternal grandmother's.

My regards to her ladyship.

It points to Vienna!

A good omen!

It's almost seven o'clock. We are late!

Let's go to Café Pilvax!

Sándor!

At least don't leave this at home!

I wish I could hear you reciting it…

Just watch Gyula!

Watch out, he punches like a bull!

What?

Come on! We're late.

It's Sükey!

He started on his own!

That's b-b-bad.

We demand the abolition of c-censorship!

Stop that horse!

Fellow citizens!

Good morning!

Come c-closer!

We've written t-twelve points, the demands of the Hungarian n-n-nation.

- Do you want to get yourself killed? - So that we can u-use our mother tongue!

It wouldn't help you much, buddy.

Send foreign soldiers away!

That's right!

Get the Austrians out of here!

Keep moving, folks, there's nothing to see here.

Come here, buddy!

Let him go!

We'll take him!

Let him go, he is, you know…

A little nitwitted.

Come on, buddy!

Let's go, come on!

I said we'd start in Pilvax, right?

Excuse me, sir!

Come to Café Pilvax,

I will pay for the cleaning!

Just look for Sándor Petőfi!

Good morning to you too!

- You can start. - Me?

Yes, you! Give it to him!

What does the Hungarian nation want?

- Excuse me! - That there should be friendship!

- And… - Freedom!

- And concord. - Concord.

On your feet now!

With muddy boots?

There's a fight at Café Pilvax!

No! Opposition leader Kossuth is here!

They say he's just arrived by boat.

Kossuth has died.

- That will be announced. - Lord have mercy!

What's next?

Mister!

Get your muddy feet off of there!

Arise Hungarians,

Your country calls!

Now or never,

Our time compels.

Shall we be slaves? Shall we be free?

These are the questions.

Answer me!

By God, our God, Hungarians, We shall vow,

Shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

Till now we have been abject slaves, Shaming our forebears in their graves;

Those who so freely lived and died Can find no rest in sullied ground.

By God, our God, Hungarians, We shall vow,

Shall wow that we must be enslaved

No more now!

A man quite unprepared to die Is merest riff-raff in my eye

For setting his own worthless hide Above his country's need and pride.

By God, our God, Hungarians, We shall vow,

Shall wow that we must be enslaved No more now!

The sword is brighter than the chain, And on the arm a nobler gain,

Yet you would think chains were preferred! Come to our aid, ancestral sword!

By God, our God, Hungarians, We shall vow,

Shall wow that we must be enslaved No more now!

Hungarians, our nation's name Shall glorify its ancient fame;

Then we shall wash away all trace Of centuries of our disgrace!

By God, our God, Hungarians, We shall vow,

Shall wow that we must be enslaved No more now!

Near where in graves we lie at ease Our grandchildren will bend their knees,

Pronouncing our saintly names They'll pray and bless us countless times.

By God, our God, Hungarians, We shall vow,

Shall vow that we must be enslaved

No more now!

Long live freedom!

Yay!

He's got a knife!

Gentlemen!

They plan to shut down the universities because of what happened in Vienna.

There won't be enough of us at the Colonial Government in Buda.

They're afraid.

Let's go to the universities!

With them, we can m-make it 500!

- Come on! - Let's go to the university!

Do you have any more of those?

I've got only this one.

Hey!

Here you go.

It makes you look better too.

Bulyovszky… Gyula Bulyovszky.

Take care of yourselves!

We don't do that.

Is the emperor really dead? They say Kossuth announced it.

Go and keep an eye on this Petőfi.

- Herr Inspector! - Come with us!

We were sent to Café Pilvax.

We're going nowhere without reinforcement.

While you wait, it will be too late.

- Without reinforcement… - Go to Hell…

This will be a problem.

What's got into you?

It's what we've always wanted, right?

Are they all coming after us?

Not after us. With us.

Gentlemen!

I'd like to draw your attention to the female participants.

If this goes on like this, we'll all be married by noon.

My dear Sándor, my Sándor Petőfi, Poet of the Nation!

- Mr. Emich! You around? - I heard about this Song of the Nation.

Sorry I missed it, but Sándor!

What is all the fuss about? I was just about to publish your poems in Vienna.

Come on, let's have a coffee and we'll discuss it.

I'm going somewhere else.

I'm on my way there, too! We can go together.

So… the Song of the Nation.

I am interested. I'd buy it for 55, no, no…

…45 Forints.

It's called National Song.

- And it's not for sale. - Come on, Sándor!

Everything is for sale.

This isn't.

Jókai, sir!

Let's go, the law-faculty is all up in arms.

Quickly, before they send the police on us.

Mr. Jókai, are you working on something?

Yes, I have an idea for a novel.

It's a story about a tycoon…

Whatever, I'll buy it.

All the best!

All the… all the…

A tycoon? Ridiculous…

How to publish such a thing?

Are you sure it's this way?

Where are we?

Please, no!

Hey!

Get out of here!

A snitch!

Meyer!

Old pal…

Did you miss the neighbourhood?

Especially the smell.

You burned that out in vain. Your blood ties you here.

What's going on?

I've got something for you.

Business.

Is it that dangerous?

It's that urgent.

A couple of students try to play revolution.

- To the law-faculty. - To where?

Across from the Black Cat Pub. That big building with the fancy kids.

Give them Hell, boys!

We've got other things to do.

I won't let these troublemakers turn the city upside down.

- Let there be friendship and concord! - Come on, people!

- Long live freedom! - To the law-faculty.

Come with us!

- Come on, let's follow them! - Fight for freedom!

Long live freedom!

The government has collapsed in Vienna!

Here you go!

- Take it! - Enjoy your meal!

Fresh bread, a gift.

Fresh bread.

- Enjoy your meal! - Here you go.

A gift!

Long live freedom!

- Nice bout! - Look!

It's not called "Fleisch" from now on!

It's "Meat"!

Let's go to the law-faculty!

The revolution broke out in Vienna.

Can we come with you?

Long live freedom!

They won't let them into the law-faculty. And then it's over!

Cover up! Come on, quickly, quickly!

Come on!

Students, typical!

We'll wait.

You may find the classrooms upstairs.

In the name of the Rector, it is forbidden…

There is no revolution without them.

Recite the poem.

They're law students.

It's not poems they need…

LANDERER AND HECKENAST ROYAL PRINT SHOP

Gentlemen!

You heard what happened in Vienna.

Yes.

The government has collapsed!

Yay!

- Who is this? - I've never seen him.

Students in Vienna have had enough.

We've had enough too.

If they can't endure the yoke, what are we Hungarians waiting for?

That's right!

If today… If we don't go today together to Buda Castle

to the Colonial Government with our demands,

then there is no tomorrow.

- That's right! - Let's go there!

Your future is at stake!

- Our common future! - Yes!

- We must get back on our feet today! - That's right!

- You want to live and work as free men? - We do!

- To love as free men? - We do!

- You want equal rights before the law? - We do!

There's a free chair!

- And freedom of the press? - Yes!

- And independent government in Buda-Pest? - Yes, yes, yes!

- And union with Transylvania? - That's right!

Annual national assembly, but here, in Buda-Pest!

National Guard!

And the foreign soldiers should all go back to their mother's… skirts.

Bring our boys home!

- We won't fight wars for others! - That's right!

Let's hear Petőfi, let's hear the poem!

- Let's hear it! - The National Song!

What poem?

What do I know?

Let's hear it!

Arise Hungarians,

Your country calls!

Now or never, our time compels!

That we must be enslaved No more now!

No more now! No more now!

That's right!

There are already about 200 of us. Let's go to the medical faculty!

There are even more students there.

Thank you, thank you!

That's right!

And then to the women school, but I'm giving the speech there.

Sándor, Sándor!

They've destroyed both the Trattner and University Print Shops.

Where will I print my National Song, then?

It's only the Landerer Print Shop then.

Let's get there before it's destroyed as well.

I'd be surprised if Mr. Landerer printed such a…

Hey, popinjays! You're gonna die!

Just go!

To the Landerer!

So much for the print shop.

Do you know who I am?

They're coming here, Herr Landerer, to print.

The other print shops are over.

These dandies from Pilvax think that…

From Pilvax?

Petrovics and all the rest of them.

Petőfi? The poet?

Demands…

God of the Hungarians…

This filth won't spread from here.

I print for anyone.

He may be a cheeky brat, but his poetry is divine.

Break their hands!

Go to the print shop!

We'll handle this with Gyula like gentlemen.

- Just the two of them? - Want to bet?

Gyula, you are a lawyer. Tell them about their rights!

And ours too!

I'm in command here!

Until we get a new order, we stay here. Is that clear?

It's silk worm silk, man!

How did you do that?

There will be order here, you understand?

You can't help but notice.

Our order!

German order!

- Where are we running to? - To Landerer, to print!

- What? - The 12 demands!

And the g-governor?

We have to print first to rally enough people to head to Buda Castle!

Look at that!

The Landerer Print Shop is on fire!

A couple of students, right?

Let it burn!

You got it.

Farkasch!

We're done, let's get out of here!

Landerer, helping them is treason, and you will hang for it.

We did it. Where is the money?

You Austrian snitch, you traitor! You got the balls to come here?

- Help! - Here we are!

Are you injured? Get some water!

Was this necessary?

None of your business.

Then we're out.

We're not done yet.

He's lost his mind again.

Come on!

- There is a big crowd out there! - This isn't a game anymore.

Is this really what we wanted?

Hundreds of people out there, and we'd go home?

We need to hurry, the Austrians will impose a curfew by evening.

You are right. We should reach Buda by sundown.

Our demands! Print them!

Are you kidding? Look around! We don't even have paper.

Actually, there's some back in the warehouse.

You told us last night to soak some more for today.

Would I be the one who doesn't know what happened in Vienna?

But even if we have enough paper, can't do it without a censor.

- Unless… - Unless…

…the people seize the press.

All right. Then I, József Irinyi, will now seize the press in the name of the people!

THE 12 DEMANDS

NATIONAL SONG

Citizens of Pest, we printed it for you!

The National Song and the 12 Demands of Hungarian Freedom!

Read it!

Pass it on!

Petrovics!

Pass it on!

Calm down! Calm down!

Calm down, everybody!

Let's not lose our heads!

Fellow citizens!

Listen to us!

Fellow citizens!

If tomorrow bullets rain on us,

shall we run away?

No!

Then don't be scared of a little rain!

Close the umbrellas!

Let's show the Austrians, how strong we are!

What did they say?

What now?

That… we'll continue tomorrow. Today, we've achieved our goal.

I'm going home, then.

What a weather!

- God bless you! - You too!

Long live the homeland!

Go around.

Tell them we've got what we wanted. That's it for today.

They should return to Pilvax at 8 tomorrow morning.

Thank them on behalf of Petőfi and Kossuth.

Just go home…

You can go home in peace!

Go home in peace!

Go home in peace!

They're going home!

See you tomorrow morning.

They are dispersing.

What if we had an assembly?

A National Assembly, like in Paris.

But where?

On the m-marketplace.

Exactly! It's full of people.

Three o'clock, then, in front of the National Museum.

Come on, let everyone know!

National Assembly at three o'clock at the museum!

I am counting on you.

They will be there!

We can change everything!

Meet at three o'clock at the museum!

Three o'clock National Assembly at the museum, be there!

Three o'clock at the marketplace!

Three o'clock National Assembly at the museum. You have to be there!

- Three o'clock at the museum! - National Assembly at the museum!

In the marketplace? In the manure?

I can say goodbye to my boots too.

Idiot!

Herr General!

As you can see, everything is fine. We sent them home.

- We destroyed the print shops. - The universities are in utter chaos.

We don't have enough weapons for this.

Look whose name it is!

Ms Róza Laborfalvi…

Mauritz!

- Does your sweetheart play too? - She's not my "sweetheart"!

Miss Laborfalvi is a serious, mature woman.

Well, she's quite the ripe type.

A Child of two Mothers?

A French comedy?

They must change the repertoire! Someone talk to the National Theatre.

Dani, you know everyone in the medical school.

Go and tell as many people as you can!

You're not coming?

I'll take care of one more thing.

See you at the museum.

I'll excuse myself too.

I have one more flower to visit.

A red one.

Au revoir!

Go ahead!

If that's more important to you, don't even come back!

Can I have it?

Petőfi.

He's the cause of it all.

One person?

I know where he lives.

I'll bring you his head by tonight.

You can't kill him, it'd just add fuel to the fire.

There will be no Vienna here.

Go and find his weak spot!

Herr General!

Farkasch! You'd better not disappoint me again!

We'll visit Petőfi!

Check him out at Café Pilvax!

If he's not there, follow me to Dohány Street!

I know that man. Isn't he that poet?

This is Petőfi!

One of the Pilvax boys?

My Sándor! My Sándor!

Mr. Emich! Didn't you go home?

- Aren't you hungry? - Oh, where are you going?

I must hurry home to Júlia.

You know what, it's fine. I'll go along with you.

It wasn't clever,

to share the poem for free. Our business has lost a lot of money.

- I didn't know we were partners. - But we are!

And, here's my idea.

We'll take the National Song to the museum!

I know the director, Mr. Kubinyi!

Go ahead.

We'll join you.

If it goes in a display case, it drives up the price.

Poets! They'd starve without me!

At the museum!

Three o'clock.

See you there.

Three o'clock.

There will be enough of them.

Good afternoon! Excuse me!

- Mr. Kubinyi! - There's the director!

Where have you been? It was scheduled for nine!

You're the carriers, aren't you? Come on!

Pick up the crates!

You're wrong, Mr. Kubinyi.

This is Mauritz Jókai and the revolutionary youth!

János Vajda… János Vidats…

- Irinyi… - József.

József! Irányi…

- Dániel! - Dénes.

And he is… and he… you know.

I remember now. You're Mr. Emich, the publisher, aren't you?

I am.

And this is the National Song.

Written by…

Written by Sándor Petőfi, Poet of the Nation.

Into a display case, please, Mr. Kubinyi.

In a prominent place if possible.

The revolution is here against the Austrians.

There's a National Assembly here at 3 o'clock.

If you say so.

This is my favourite:

"Freedom and love my creed…"

Get your cart out of here! It blocks the way!

Don't you understand?

The axle of my cart is broken.

Make peace!

"For love I'll freely sacrifice My earthly spell,

For freedom, I will sacrifice My love as well."

Darling.

I told you he'd be home around one o'clock.

Mr. Farkasch told me how much had happened at Café Pilvax.

Do we know each other?

I hope you don't mind that I just popped in.

You know, the cleaning bill.

How could we move it?

I'm afraid that this isn't the only mess to clean up.

Sándor?!

Sit down!

Júlia, darling!

What do you want from us?

Do you think you've achieved anything today?

I don't understand you, Sándor.

You make money. Your wife's beautiful. What's your problem?

I had to steal at your age, I had to cheat and rob,

not to starve to death.

- But then I got a chance. - From the Austrians?

Of course.

What'd be here without them?

Bony horses. A muddy wasteland.

Why is it so bad that in return, one needs to learn German?

We don't need to. Our son will speak Hungarian.

"For love I'll freely sacrifice My earthly spell,

For freedom, I will sacrifice…"

The time is running out! Help him, Júlia!

Which one should be sacrificed?

Do you trust me?

Follow them!

On your feet, Hungarians! Your country calls!

Now or never, Our time compels.

They know the lines…

By God, our God, Hungarians, We shall vow,

Shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

You are the spark.

Come on, we have to get there!

These are the questions. Answer me!

By God, our God, Hungarians, We shall vow…

Shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

Fellow citizens!

We demand equality before the law!

We demand friendship and freedom!

Shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

- I was there at Café Pilvax. - Me too.

It's Petőfi! Here is Sándor Petőfi!

People, it's Sándor Petőfi!

Petőfi is here!

You can't beat so many people to death with your gun…

Old pal…

There's the girl, Júlia.

And you know what?

She's knocked up.

If we get her, Petőfi won't be so difficult.

It's a day they won't forget.

Come on go after the girl!

See you when you catch her.

So, are we 500, Karcsi?

It's like… it's like…

…the s-sea.

When it revolts.

Palika, let's go someplace else, there are so many people here!

Next time!

Palika!

Palika!

You can't leave me here!

By God, our God, Hungarians, We shall vow…

This was written by my Sándor.

The Song of the Nation.

By God, our God, Hungarians, We shall vow…

What is it, Pali?

I wouldn't be left out of history for any girl.

Let me also say a few words!

Fellow citizens!

We haven't had that luck so far,

to hear up close the sacred words of freedom.

Freedom!

Freedom!

In Vienna they are trying to force us

to obey the laws of tyranny!

Why?

But today we can start the storm

which blows away the clouds of tyranny from the skies of Europe!

By God, our God, Hungarians, We shall vow,

Shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

They all came. So many people!

- And now? - Now?

Let's go to Buda Castle! To the Colonial Government!

To the Colonial Government!

How are you, ladies?

What a poem it was! And what a day!

- My God, we been waiting for this! - Right?

And where are we going now?

They say, over to Buda, to the Colonial Government!

Look, there's Vasvári!

A huge crowd gathered at the museum.

Alert the grenadiers!

Herr General, I'm afraid, we don't have enough soldiers.

Send someone down there to build a barricade.

That will hold them up.

- We need to buy time. - Yes, Herr General.

- There is that Italian Company. - That's perfect.

- Send the Italians. - Yes, General.

Excuse me, miss!

- What's the matter? - I lost my mom.

Don't worry, we'll find her!

This is the last place I saw her.

Here's your money, darling.

Gentlemen!

I am Leopold Rottenbiller. The Deputy Mayor.

Long live freedom!

Yay…

Yay!

We came as soon as we got these…

National aspirations.

We prefer the word "demand."

Yes, but one can't just demand here.

It looks like we can.

- What's wrong, Sándor? - Have you seen my wife?

- Wasn't she with you? - I lost her in the crowd.

I'll ask around.

Too late! You can't stop Sándor anymore.

Tomorrow, the Austrians will hunt down your friends one by one.

That little girl should be in school.

She should learn in Hungarian in her mother tongue.

You're all dreaming, Júlia.

You were there at the museum, too.

All it took was one poem.

A few words.

Don't you ever dream?

Sure, we do!

About fine young ladies like you!

Gentlemen!

We could get into a lot of trouble, because we've now been bypassed.

You can't just meet the Colonial Government.

Only a Committee can do it.

We won't tell anyone.

Right, Gyula?

It's nice…

That Committee needs to be established.

Pencil!

Mr. Rottenbiller, feel free to create your committee.

We'll just keep going.

The bridge is almost here.

- Thank you, Mr… - Petőfi.

Ah, Petőfi! With a Y at the end, as in a noble name?

No.

You'll be included in the Committee.

- And you too, I know… Jókay with a Y. - No.

From today with an I.

Yes, please!

And you are?

József Irinyi.

Both Y and I.

Where is the girl?

You never stop, do you?

Where is the girl?

We let her go.

You have no bullets left, old pal!

Traitor!

Have you also fallen for this red-white-and-green story?

Stay away from the neighborhood, forever.

For your own good.

You haven't been one of us for a long time.

But you won't be one of them either.

Never.

Let's go to the bridge!

Let's go to the Colonial Government!

Long live freedom!

We need more bags!

Bring the barrels!

We need to hurry up!

Freedom! Long live freedom!

Long live freedom!

I don't see them yet.

Long live the homeland!

Long live Hungarian freedom!

BLACK POWDER

I've never seen so many people.

None of us has.

Captain!

Can you see what I see?

There is something on the Pest side.

Stop it!

Or we shoot!

State Police!

General Lederer sent me!

- Do you know what's on the other side? - Your documents!

They must be stopped.

Madonna… Thousands of people!

- The Buda side must be cut off from Pest! - Your documents, I said!

We'll blow up the bridge.

It's not too late!

Give me some people and I'll do it!

I said, your documents!

Put that barrel down!

Cowards!

Lousy cat eaters…

The stork has flown away

By spring she'll find her way

Home, it will await her, a new country

A new and free Hungary

By spring she'll find her way

The stork has flown away

By spring she'll find her way

Home, it will await her, a new country A new, free Hungary

Retreat to the barricade!

By spring she'll find her way

Home, it will await her, a new country

A new, free Hungary

By spring she'll find her way

Faster with those bags!

Come on, hurry up!

They won't pass here!

Come on! Four more, quickly!

Stop!

Darling! I was looking for you!

You will not pass here!

Stop!

We outnumber them, let's keep going!

Sándor!

Everybody, stop!

There will be blood here.

Or we'll shoot!

We have to get there by sundown.

Shall we gun down everybody, Commander?

Women, children!

I have two, and I want to see them again.

Not one step further!

Look!

They're afraid.

Sándor!

Brothers!

Brothers!

Brothers!

Brothers! You are our brothers!

Brothers!

Red-white-green!

Long live friendship! Red-white-green!

Red, white, and green. Long live the Revolution!

Long live Hungary!

Long live Italy!

- Isn't it beautiful? - Give it to me, Pali!

It shouldn't cause any trouble now.

Mr. Vasvári!

Miss Teleki! You had the courage to come?

We also heard your speech at the museum.

It was beautiful.

We've also written our own demands on behalf of the Girls' School!

Excuse me, ladies.

I'd like to stay longer, but I have to go now…

You know, the revolution.

If you will excuse me.

Girls! Behave!

- And the guards? - Are we late?

I'll handle it!

I hope.

Here, we can perhaps surround them.

The cavalry could attack from here.

Carry on!

- Farkasch! - Herr General!

These Italians are traitors!

Look at yourself!

And how dare you come here after what you did?

Me?

Your soldiers disobeyed!

You can't even deal with a poet!

But there are already thousands of them.

Give me a squad of riflemen…

That's not enough.

We need more than that.

- Herr General! - Get out!

Take him to jail!

Learn how to lose at last!

Open up! Open up!

There they are! They're peeping over there!

Open up!

Your Excellencies!

Esteemed Colonial Government!

Let us in!

Rottenbiller can be admitted, the rest of them stay outside.

A poet, eh?

Silence!

Rottenbiller?

Your Excellency?

Come in!

We'd also invite ourselves if you don't mind.

Pali, Pali!

Take good care of him!

His Excellency, Count Ferenc Zichy, Chair of the Colonial Government.

In the absence of Palatine István.

Dániel Irányi, József Irinyi,

Gyula Bulyovszky, Pál Vasvári, Sándor Petőfi.

Mr. Rottenbiller, present all the details!

Your Excellency, esteemed Colonial Government!

During these times of change…

Not now!

Did you hear what happened at the museum?

About 20,000 people have crossed the bridge.

Shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

TOLNAI BLUE-DYEING SHOP

The selected representatives of the citizens of Pest, humbly, and

with uncompromising loyalty to the Crown, hereby present these aspirations,

based on the nation's right of initiative…

I told Sándor, this poem must be recited, and here we are.

And now what?

Now? Now, they sign it… and then

Mihály Táncsics will be freed from prison. We've included it in our 12 demands.

It's demand 11, see?

- We demand freedom of the press! - That's right!

Independent government in Buda-Pest!

Annual National Assembly!

Fellow citizens!

We've never had such a day in our lives.

If they sign it now, we will be free!

It's time!

Now or never!

Now or never!

And here, I think it is important to mention

- that under national aspirations… - Gentlemen!

Sit down!

Sit down, I said!

Your Excellency, Honourable Lord Proconsul!

Deign to sign it!

And we're out of here.

Not possible without the approval of Palatine István.

Now or never!

Can you hear them?

And that's just the beginning!

We're tired of bans on the Hungarian language everywhere!

Of Vienna not building anything here. Let us get stuck in the mud!

There are educated minds among us. We have plans, dreams, just like anyone else!

We don't accept your false language law! We build schools from our own blood!

Where our children will learn in Hungarian.

Why are you standing there? Go stand guard!

Let us live!

Live freely as Hungarians!

Now or never!

Deign to sign it!

I'll sign it, on one condition.

If that's it for today.

It's been signed! We are free!

Don't fall out on my watch!

Let's go to Táncsics' prison!

We promised that was it for today.

Of course we're going!

Do you hear that?

Oh, my God!

Push them back!

Come on!

Let's see what it is!

Are you all right? Where is Júlia?

I'll kill you!

You're not going anywhere!

Don't make a move!

We might be the filth of the city,

but there are things you just don't do…

old pal!

Attention!

Commander!

First warning.

Look at that!

Grenadiers!

Stand by!

It's a…

…trap.

Go home!

Or we'll shoot!

Is Táncsics worth that much?

There's much more to it than that.

Demand 11.

Release of political prisoners.

No one can be jailed anymore for his opinion.

T-then the s-signature is worthless…

Let's try!

I think we should go!

Now you're talking, Degré!

Don't come any closer!

Stop!

If you move, we'll shoot!

- And if we get shot in the face? - I'll talk to him.

Let him through!

Is it the list you're looking for?

The Colonial Government has already signed it.

The Colonial Government has no authority over me.

Release Mihály Táncsics!

Herr General, we're ready.

You can shoot us if you want.

We're not going anywhere.

You don't want bloodshed, do you?

S-shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

Shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

Shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

Shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

Shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

Everybody!

Shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

Shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

Shall vow that we must be enslaved No more now!

Shall vow that we must be enslaved…

I told you, didn't I?

You may win today.

But we will be here tomorrow.

So will we.

Herr General?

Commander.

Inaction!

Didn't you hear?

Inaction!

Did you hear that?

They're putting down their guns!

Yay!

Yay!

Long live freedom!

Long live freedom!

They'll remember this day, as long as they live.

They won't be the only ones.

The 12 demands worked wonders today.

Of course your poem wasn't bad either.

You're choking me!

What happened?

I'll tell you later.

And it flew right past Jókai's head.

It pointed to Vienna. It was a good omen.

And see, we won!

My friends!

It's the very hour yesterday when the news arrived by boat.

I'm coming!

Arise, Hungarians, your country calls!

Now or never, our time compels!

Shall we be slaves? Shall we be free?

These are the questions. Answer me!

NATIONAL SONG

The fire ignited by the spark of the National Song

could no longer be extinguished.

The Austrians waged war to crush Hungarian independence,

and the Youth of March took up arms for freedom…

Pál Vasvári, a fervent revolutionary, fought in multiple battles

and died heroically in Transylvania at the age of 23.

Despite Blanka Teleki's lifelong search, his remains were never found.

Mór Jókai, nearly executed for his role in the revolution but acquitted,

was deeply influenced by his friendship with Petőfi

and championed independence throughout his life.

Gyula Bulyovszky, who met Lilla Szilágyi on March 15,

established a memorial for 1848 before his death.

The emperor blamed General Lederer for the events in Buda-Pest.

He died a fallen man, one year after the revolution.

Júlia Szendrey, Petőfi's muse and a noted writer,

gave birth to their son Zoltán nine months later, on December 15, 1848.

Sándor Petőfi, the soul of the freedom fight, inspired soldiers

with his fiery words and vanished in battle at the age of 26.

Petőfi stands as a giant of Hungarian literature,

an eternal symbol of the fight for Hungarian independence.