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#Drops of rain fall on the forest flowers #

# On the silky brown forehead of the poor soldier #

# Forest and meadow are soaked, the poor soldier is cold, #

# Hurry up mate, or we'll be soaked by the time we get home. #

JESUS CHRIST'S HOROSCOPE

# The plain awaits us Wind sweeps the fields. #

# We must say good bye to home, The bugle calls us to the field. #

# The plain awaits us Wind sweeps the fields. #

# We must say good bye to home, The bugle calls us to the field. #

# Ride against the wind and defend our freedom... #

# A million have a hope in you, #

# is confident about your victory. #

# The plain awaits us Wind sweeps the fields. #

# The song is about a victory already tomorrow, #

# There will be a freedom for the folk #

# Ride against the wind and defend our freedom... #

# A million have a hope in you, #

# The folk of our land is confident about your victory. #

You let the beast beat you up?

What should I have done?

Do you want a handkerchief?

- Do you have one?

- Good evening. - Good evening.

-Aren't you feeling well? - I'm all right.

- Your face is bloody. - Perhaps because of my tooth.

Your ID please!

Is this yours?

Yes.

It's expensive...

Yes, it is.

Where's the man who was with you just now?

Nobody was here. I'm alone.

Nobody was here? - Nobody was here.

Why don't you tell the truth?

I am telling the truth.

Good bye!

# The plain awaits us Wind sweeps the fields. #

# We must say good bye to home, The bugle calls us to the field.

# Ride against the wind and defend our freedom... #

Why are you beginning this again?

Tell me why you do it!

He's your brother and weaker! Why do you hit him?

My half-brother!

Don't touch him again! Leave him alone.

He knows why...!

See! Everything's all right.

It's simple...

There were two of us. I shared the room with Djugashvili...

A nice guy, but a bit too individualist...

He got on my nerves sometimes.

I never knew what he was thinking.

His ability to keep quiet was outstanding.

That's why he was unique in a country

in which everyone talks too much.

...Too boorish, intolerable as General Secretary...

thus I propose you consider

how Stalin could be...

We're moving fast on the road of industrialization to socialism,

leaving our "ancient Russian" backwardness behind.

We'll become the country of cars and tractors.

And once the Soviet gets in a car and the worker on a tractor,

the civilization of

capitalists will try in vain to catch up with us.

We'll see who's backward,

and who's developed...

...think how Stalin could be transferred from this post.

Nominate someone else,

who is more patient and loyal,

and more considerate than him,

with the comrades and less fickle.

The damage caused by bourgeois intelligentsia

is the most dangerous form of resistance against socialism.

all the more so as it is related to international capital.

This bourgeois activity proves

that the capitalists have still not laid down their arms

and are gathering strength for a new attack on Soviet power.

Have you seen fishermen, before a storm, on a river like the Yenisey?

I have.

There was a group that mobilized its forces,

and bravely led the boat against the storm.

Hold on boys! Hold the helm!

Ride the waves! We'll overcome it!

We will!

There are people who lose faith on seeing the storm,

and demoralize their ranks.

God save us! The storm's coming!

Lie down in the boat's bottom!

Close your eyes!

- What? - Unanimous optimism...

Is it necessary to prove comrades,

that the conduct of the Bucharin group,

is the same as the second group of fishermen

who evade all difficulties?

- Name? - Nikolai Ivanovitch Bucharin

- Born? - September 27, 1888

- According to the new calendar? - October 9.

- In which year? - On October 9, 1888.

- Where? - In Moscow.

Sit down!

- Have something - Have a drink.

There are no words to describe the horrific crimes

committed by the accused.

Comrade judges...

Yes!

Words are unnecessary here.

Our people and the world expect a just verdict.

The young and the old only demand that

the traitors and spies be shot...

Shoot!

...who sold our country to the enemy...

Shoot!

Crush those damned worms!

Hooray!

The graves of the hated traitors, on which all honest Soviets

will look on with contempt, will be covered with thistles.

Thistles!

The sun will radiate as in the past,

over our happy land.

We will all continue...

Yes!

to move ahead on the road cleaned from the filth of the past,

under the leadership of our beloved leader, great Stalin,

- towards communism! - Hurray! Hurray!

- Excuse me... - Yes...?

Your ID, please!

Go forward, please!

# The plain awaits us Wind sweeps the fields. #

# We must say good bye to home, #

- No photos, if you don't mind. - Isn't it allowed?

- You are allowed to... - Where are you taking me?

Please keep going...

The sun will radiate as in the past,

over our happy land.

We all will continue to progress ahead

on the road cleansed from the filth of the past,

under the leadership of our beloved leader, great Stalin,

towards communism!

What's up? Don't you want to arrest me, too?

- What did he want from you? - Nothing.

- Did he take your particulars? - Yes.

- And? - Asked about my black gloves...

Thank you.

Sir, the taxi's here!

Nonsense, I didn't order a taxi. But it doesn't matter...

I'll buy your cassette. Put the money away.

- How much? - 200. Is that enough?

Take it.

- Who was that man? - Please be serious.

Cheers!

Why are the police after you all the time?

Me? Perhaps you. - After me?

How should I know? Maybe because of my odd glove.

Hey, I bought your poem.

- Nice... - I've bought you some champagne.

How do you do, ladies!

Your family's a bit large.

May I introduce my friend and lover. He's a writer and poet.

I was also there in T�zolt� Street in 1956.

Then I went to Vienna, for some medicine...

But my wife Jutka sent me a message not to come home...

She was right, many of my comrades were hanged...

Jutka wanted to follow me with the kid, but wasn't allowed.

I don't understand why you dwell on so long ago?

So long ago? 1956 was only yesterday...

- I was born today in 1968. - And I in 1978.

- Innocent newborn lambs... - The sheep's out, the wolf's in.

Mih�ly Farkas' copper cannon is adorned with flowers.

- She doesn't look like Jutka. - Of course she doesn't.

It's just a reconstruction.

In 1958, when Khrushchev was in Budapest, Jutka broke the barrier,

with the kid in her arms,

The newspapers also reported she was allowed to leave.

You bastard!

Making me drink, dear...?

No... Are you sure he's our brother..? Doesn't look it.

No likeness at all. And this boy isn't his either.

Why are they speaking French?

You think I believe you're my brother...?

You were sent here! What do you want to know?

Our family's an open book...

How about a little drink?

Want to make me drunk? Filthy Jew!

Want to fuck me like you did my sister?

You could marry her if she's your whore!

We'd turn this Jew out if we were an honest family!

And this agent and so-called son.

"Good times are over. # You can't court women now. #

# My little Adonis, you won't steal kisses and break hearts..." #

Sorry, but her condition is getting worse...

Don't leave!

- Don't leave! - Bye...!

- Don't leave me here! - See you!

# You can't court women now. My little Adonis, you won't #

# steal kisses and break hearts..." #

# steal kisses and break hearts..." #

I'm going to get drunk... - I'll help you.

Don't be angry with me... I knew he wasn't a Jew.

I am angry.

Jealous...

You invited strange characters.

What's the cassette you're watching?

Oh, Hungarian authors... Yeah, the famous...

Fuck them! They get big money...

Send her home!

Your lover looks debauched. We'd need a camera.

You'd film how you fuck.

Go home now, Matild, dear!

- Not a bad idea, that. Don't you want to?

I'll follow Laci. Borrow it from him.

M�rta!

M�rta!

M�rta!

I've got the camera! M�rta!

What's this nonsense? M�rta!

M�rta!

M�rta!

# Rose, rose, little rose, living in the plain... #

When do you start? At what age?

When you're admitted.

When did you apply? - When I was 23.

What did you do between school and the police academy?

I went to the police academy after school...

You said you're a law graduate. Or did you fail?

- No, I didn't. - How did you become a policewoman?

It's a family tradition.

- The police force...? - Yes.

- I'd like to know more... - About the family tradition?

About when you decided to become a policewoman.

The TV interviewed me.

Comrade Szab�, you can leave!

Today's Tuesday. It's not your day.

The sergeant is not one of my lovers.

What do you want here on Tuesday?

Come on, you can kiss me.

Do you have a video camera? An expensive toy.

It's not mine.

I thought so

Are you sure you brought the flowers for me?

Not for one of your other women?

Kate, why start it up again?

I know, you're faithful, and I'm a dirty whore.

Because I confess how many lovers I have, and who they are.

It's part of my nature, and my profession.

I have to report who I go to bed with.

Of course, why should a writer have character?

All writers and artists lie. That's their job.

"Not reality but its image is reflected in poetry's magic."

I know you don't tell lies either.

That's what you say. I'm finished, you can talk.

I love you. I've always enjoyed being with you.

- Is there a cassette in it? - Of course there is.

- Don't you want to film now... - No!

- You were always prudish, right? - Yes.

Please, don't start lying...

that your education.

that you can't stand being watched,

even if it's only a camera.

You simply couldn't get it up.

Enough! Enough of your lies!

- Come and see it! - Don't! What are you doing?

I'm not interested in it.

Look over there!

What's the name of that girl?

Juli.

What do you say to that?

What? Rotten police methods. - No! No!

- Old wives methods. - Stop throwing things!

If you want to go to bed with someone, do it,

but don't lie!

Orgasm makes me happy, so I go to bed for it.

And you keep lying!

Believe me, it's incidental... I was in hospital then...

Again, when they operated...

This girl was a nurse there, but not any more...

a meteorologist now...

Not an actress?

Actress? What do you mean?

You know very well what I mean...

Believe me, it's not that... There's nothing between us...

- Nothing... - Nothing...

- Nothing, really... - Nothing, really...

- No-one, since I've known you. - No-one, since you've known me.

12, Kolozsv�ry street...

How do you know?

I know.

I know.

I don't know what's going on... Come on... tell me...

Tell me...

She was killed. That woman was murdered...

Murdered...

I was with her. Some others... But they left... so did I...

for the camera. Wanted to borrow it, to record something.

- What? - Does it matter?...

- So, you have no alibi? - No... No...

I have no alibi...

I wouldn't help, even if I could. But I can't.

What will happen then?

Tell me honestly, did you kill her?

No! Why would I have?

How should I know...?

But you don't have an alibi.

No.

No alibi... to be sure. Sit down...

Come here...

Why did you throw all those police clothes about?

I left the police.

- I'm to be a company lawyer. - Left the police? You...?

I still think you killed her.

You're crazy!

In cold blood. I can imagine you'd do it.

Have you really gone mad? Don't you know me at all?

- Not even that much? - I know you!

You're the murderer, even if you're not.

You're the murderer, because I killed her.

But I have an alibi. I'm not an idiot.

The sergeant was my driver, you saw him here.

You're finished!

But you deserved it!

Because you're a bastard.

I've been watching you for two weeks, waiting for the moment

you can't defend yourself. You're finished, do you see?

You've really gone mad...

Completely mad...

God! You didn't resign!

You were dismissed!

Because you're crazy! I'm not the murderer!

You're the murderer!

Shall I show you my documents?

I don't care about them! That is a dirty lie!

How shall I prove it? A dirty lie!

Wait! Shall I tell you where the TV set was?

Where? In the bathroom door!

And what poster did I put over the body?

The one that you gave me!

What else shall I say?

The dagger the beautiful dagger... I'm going to have a shower.

I love you the most. Get undressed...

We won't meet for a long time, I can't visit you in prison.

Did it hurt?

But it was nice, wasn't it?

Than once more...

Go and have a shower! You lousy policewoman, go away!

- What was her name? - M�rta.

"R�kosi invited him to dinner...

Szakasits was happy, as they rarely met

R�kosi sent a car for him.

The car look him to the R�kosi villa.

They sat behind a vast desk in a vast room.

R�kosi, Ger�, Mih�ly Farkas and G�bor P�ter.

There were documents in front of R�kosi...

Szakasits was surprised by the serious faces...

And then R�kosi said:

"Grave charges have been brought against you..."

Szakasits didn't understand at first...

But R�kosi began to read from the documents...

Charges rained on him... Confessions of comrades...

Grave charges -

Police report that he betrayed the strike,

was an informant, so on...

Szakasits thought this was a bad joke...

laughed...

But Farkas told him there was indisputable evidence

And R�kosi put a written statement that he resign as president

of the Presidential Council in front of him.

He said:

"You either sign or end up like L�szl� Rajk"

And Szakasits signed. Your grandfather, Kate.

The right hand of the police force... Colonel...

But you were just joking, weren't you?...

You will help, won't you?

I love you the most,

but why...? Who can tell...?

No...no!

Kate...No...

Kate...Kate...no...

My father was a military officer. A General.

He was tried in the R�kosi era, condemned to death.

My mother was pregnant,

gave birth to me a week after the execution.

While she was detained for two years on remand,

a peasant woman, Aunt Juli, looked after me.

She gave me her name. She was my mother...

The memory of my father depressed me...

But I've calmed down. I known where his grave is,

I can go there any time.

Although it's not certain they are his remains...

They don't know where they buried the executed...

Your father was dead when you were born?

Call me, Juli. Yes, he was.

What do you think of those who condemned and executed him?

Do you know them?

Yes.

Do you ever meet them...?

They're alive...

Have you met them...?

Sometimes...

If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask you.

OK.

Is it true you wanted to be an actress?

Where did you get the idea from?

I would have liked to be one...

How did you become a meteorologist?

- You're not a talker... - No.

Then we'll do something else...

Do you remember a poem you learned for Drama School?

- Shall I say it now? - Now, yes.

"The Cart drawn by Four Oxen"

"It didn't happen in Pest,

Such romantic events never take place there..."

Your father was dead when you were born?

Call me, Juli. Yes, he was.

# In the time of prehistoric man, Oh...oh...yoho! #

# There were no poor or rich, Oh...oh...yoho! #

"Noble members of society went around on a cart."

What do you want from me? I don't know you!

Stop!

Why do you follow me? Where'd you put the women?

Why did you kill them? Turn round or else!

Zolt�n Merse...?

I know these people... Get lost!

They kill the girl, then you.

Calm down...

Have you calmed down?

Get lost!

- What do you know? - You know what I know!

- What do you know? - You know what I know!

All right, say it!

We've told you before!

You can't accept the world as it is.

Yet that's how it is. And how it will remain.

To hell with you!

Don't you like it? Do you want to change it? OK.

You're dissatisfied...

No problem yet, you haven't begun,

but one can see you'll come to a bad end.

The world doesn't need prophets or a Messiah.

The world's all right as it is. Do you understand?

To hell with you!

To hell with you!

Now look here...!

I'd like to live like this, in California.

No telephone here, unfortunately.

My friend's a big shot, but he can't get a phone.

I can see he is. Is that him?

Everything is his.

Your interview is on...

Turn it off!

These are my friends.

Your friend has a nice head.

He's an astro-physicist.

Teaches at Berkeley. He'll win the Nobel Prize.

His theory is: There were five ancient blasts, not one.

And they changed at four billion year intervals.

The Universe is a spaceship, in which each Cosmos functions.

And if you don't come here I'll die of it...

That's how we rush, heading for Heaven, or Hell?

Is the earth such a system?

No, the earth's just a spaceship.

And five billion people are the crew.

A Prophet's born in the country, in the sign of Scorpio,

and magic signs will be seen in the sky before it.

But which and of the world it will take place,

is argued by scientists.

They contradict each other.

Albumazhar says water carriers mean the southern region.

Astronomers believe it means the northern.

Messahala says he'll be born in a country

which is in the middle of heat and humidity.

In such lands the heat and cold is a blessing

for life and fertility.

The prophet will leave his country,

and get up signs in the countries

under the rule of Lion and Aquarius.

Albumazhar says the magic signs will be disclosed

in countries in the fourth aspect.

Astronomers confirm it, as the Saviour's words:

"No-one can be a prophet in his own country."

Extreme major weather changes have begun.

And as news of them come from a long distance,

they have little impact on us everyday people.

The science of meteorology is naturally profound.

It could have been made up by some journalist...

But that didn't happen,

the weather was and is extremely exceptional.

While in Hungary, and Europe in general,

and in Central Europe, there has been nothing special.

The first special event was 5 months ago,

when the first forecast was made for this month.

In Hungary, forecasts are made for a 6 month period.

Well, for this month our weather turned out to be

extremely hot, then very cold, within a short period.

Then what we forecast...

What are you doing?

...didn't happen.

At first we suspected an error, as these analogue forecasts

function in the way that we seek similar periods

to the current one, and to the previous ones,

and we say

that the weather was like this or that on average.

The situation is similar in the current period.

So we expect similar weather...

Yes, but there isn't similar weather now...

So we could not make the forecast 6 months ago

with the accuracy and detail.

Why did we go to that house?

Put her on the table!

...the expected and probable development of the weather...

Meanwhile, news from Oceania and reports about frequent

earth magnetic phenomena, and rotation occurrences

have been coming from closer and closer areas.

Volcanic activity has also increased...

The series of processes in the weather supports the idea

that something is in the making.

Yes, but everyone expects science,

and the forecasts,

to offer what is expected in a precise manner...

and we can only state that there is uncertainty...

Do you recognize me? I recognized you at once.

Here's the cassette.

My friend's on it with you, the one they killed.

He was here, next to you.

He always wore this coat and this hat.

We don't know anyone like that. What was his name?

Joseph. Joseph K.

A well-known name.

We always sang that. Do you remember me now?

You were 4 years my senior in school...

I lost my virginity with you...

Do you deny it? You were jealous then, too.

Your first wife, the model... She died.

They said you killed her, out of jealousy.

You killed Joseph, too. You were one of them.

The mask's in your pocket. Show me your pocket, murderer!

You'll get a shot to calm down.

Murderers! They want to kill me!

They killed my lover! Not far from here!

Could you lead us there?

You don't have your ID with you, judging from your clothes...

- May I have your name? - Juli.

Juli what?

...all we know is that something big's in the making.

and have to hope this is not a lasting, final change,

but a temporary one...

although there were changes over the centuries here...

Two other cars will come, send them after us!

- Where to...? - Two blocks away from here.

...we cannot say any more today, as we have reached

the limits of human knowledge.

I'm afraid to go in the house...

- What? - I'm afraid to go in the house.

- What house? - The house.

- Juli, that is your name? -Yes.

- Where do you work? - The Meteorological Institute.

- Not at a clinic? - I used to work there.

- The neurological ward? - No, the internal ward.

Are you sure there was a house there?

It was still here before you came.

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same...

This is my land. I'm going to build on it. Who are you?

I saw your pictures on the wall, in that house.

In the house?

On the wall, I saw were your pictures.

Maybe...

- Zolt�n Merse. - That's my name.

- Did your friend know him? - Yes. Lent him the key.

We were there together, tonight.

- Come with us, please Sir. - I have nothing to do with her.

- It won't take long. - I'm free until 8.

Please, come...

Hell of a day...

I hope it's not the Day of Judgement.

Juli, do you know the particulars of your murdered friend?

Joseph K.

From Kafka's "The Trial"?

No, he was Kaffka, with two ff-s.

What else do you know about him?

His identity number: 1 410927 0333

His address?

7, V�r�sklastrom street, Budapest, 1011.

Check these!

J�zsef Kaffka...

No such person and address, according to the computer.

This man, my lover, killed before my eyes, doesn't exist?

Didn't exist? Do I exist then?

I never thought I was my father's daughter.

You're not the only one this has happened to.

My friends and I fed the date of Jesus of Nazareth into the computer.

The computer's reply was negative.

Maybe he didn't exist?

His identity is also doubtful.

Maybe that of Marx will be 2000 years from now.

Major, can you give us an answer?

- To what? - This.

Look, we're happy if we're able to ask a question at all.

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