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This is all your fault too.
I've always hated this whole thing.
Come along.
We'll shoot one last time.
Happy now?
Leave it.
It's not part of the deal.
Aim at the clown. Only at the clown, okay?
Hold it closer to yourself. Press it to your shoulder.
You're not feeling the gun enough.
-Do you feel it now? -Yes.
- All set? - Yes.
Ready...
set... fire!
Good job!
This is yours.
It was my best gun.
Pull, I said! Pull!
SHOOTING GALLERY
Come on up, Feri! Come on up!
Feri, fly with us! Fly with us!
- What were you doing there? - I was working.
- Did you bring us anything? - Yeah, a snake.
- Where do you keep it? - In its case.
Want me to show you?
Put it back!
Hey, stop! Quit it!
You guys should stop...
Judit! Want me to shoot a duck for you?
I need just one.
One.
I have no luck.
I have no luck with you.
So talk!
About your father.
Do you have to do this at 10.30 at night?
Need help?
Stop it.
I'm doing this.
- Hello, mum. - Hello.
What did you bring home this time? You're getting mud everywhere.
Alright, alright.
Milan - Turin, X2.
Lecce...
Number two. No, number one.
And where the heck were you until now, huh?
Why should I be here?
And where's the gun?
In a good place.
It's mine.
Want me to beat the truth out of you?
Nice sound it makes.
You can play three chords on it.
Chew this instead.
- Weren't you scared? - No.
- Why did you do it? - I told you already.
I saw something amazing earlier.
What?
I couldn't see it well, but some sort of big game.
I drive that damn bus round and round and that's it.
On the weekends, I shoot thrushes. At night, I'm back at the dirty ranch.
My brother had it right.
At least he had a fun few years in Florida before dropping dead.
What else did he talk about?
He daydreamed about the lottery.
If he won once, he'd leave this shithole behind.
And he'd yak about the time he met mum while traveling.
About how different she was.
How much did you pay to shoot this?
- Twenty forints. - For this?!
Back in my day, you could win Milanese mirrors and silver rings for that much.
Thieves!
What was the shooting gallery like?
Colorful, with neon lights.
Like in the movies. Stereos.
American?
American.
That's what's fashionable nowadays.
Ours was better, though.
- Giza, come inside. - Aren't you hungry?
Now I'll teach you
the most important thing in this shitty life.
How to do a split shot in a single move.
Split shot!
He did it!
Hit me. Hit me!
Hit your dad!
Hit Daddy!
- Hit you with what? - Your fists.
Like my dad used to hit...
my mother.
Like this?
Make it hurt. Hm?
Not enough, not enough.
Like that!
Like that. One more time!
That's it! Again! Again! Harder!
Son, I will teach you everything.
Everything.
- Las Vegas. - How do you know?
I've seen it in movies.
It would be fantastic if all the lights went out at once.
- You want them to? - Yes.
Close your eyes.
Now open them.
Open them!
I know they're still on.
See?
Close your eyes.
Now you can open them.
This is so crappy.
You can't even wish for things here!
- What do you want? - I have to use the bathroom.
You've already went today. Lots of times.
I have to go again.
Don't fuck with me, you hear that?
- Me? No! Wasn't me. - Who was it?
I'm reporting for TV. Guys, are you together a lot?
- Of course. We're schoolmates. - Which school? -Landa.
- Which grade are you in? - Eighth.
Feri is in the ninth grade.
What will you do once you graduate?
Mocassins.
Guys, what are we interested in?
That!
Boys, there's a pool here!
Come, Feri!
Come on now! Out! Get out!
Hurry, I can't get out!
Screw you!
Call the dog back or we'll beat it to death along with you!
Here you go!
What, you're waiting for it to hatch?
- Where was your mom? - My mom? In the hospital.
- Why? - Some feminine problem. Can't remember.
Doctor, hurry! Hurry!
Go away, please! There's nothing to see here.
- What's wrong with her, Doctor? - I don't know yet.
- Where are you taking her? - You aren't coming?
I don't have time. I have to get up early tomorrow.
For service.
Okay, then please inquire later.
We'll take her where we can.
Real quiet in the cell, huh?
Why didn't you go with your mom?
Just 'cause.
Because Dad... I'm just his son.
Because you're a piece of shit, my boy. Get it?
- What are you doing here? - Nothing.
Then leave.
I'll lend it to you if you'll be good.
Take him away!
Gizu!
I brought these for you.
How did you find this place?
My heart led me.
- Are you a sick, Giza? - No, no.
- Are you mad? - No, not at all. I'm not mad.
You didn't reply last time.
Gizuka, move in with me.
I'll always tell you stories.
There you go again. I have a family, Ármin, and I-
And I have an empty house.
I bought wallpaper.
Gizuka, since then, all I think of is you.
It's Cuban.
Thank you.
Good bye.
Could you turn it off?
A mosquito!
Should I spray it?
Give me the Chemotox!
- Gross! - What's wrong?
-It hurts!
Aren't you being hysterical? You wanted it.
- I've told you, we can't. - From today onwards, we can.
It's good pain. For the love of God, help me!
- Should I press it? - Ow, no!
- Go already! - Fine, I'll go.
Hurry, hurry!
Take care of your mom.
- Your friends were looking for you. - Who?
Some girl, Jutka.
Too bad.
- Süti pushes me better than you. - Jutka, don't say that, or else...
Or else what?
Too bad.
Get in.
Here?
- Or here? - A bit further.
Further still.
Thanks.
Was he holding this?
Always.
What time was it?
Half past two.
Are you sure?
No.
Where were you standing?
There.
Come on, go there! Hear me? Get up and go there. Quickly!
Turn around.
Are you standing in the right place?
On the stone. Yes.
Lift your arm!
Just the right one. Not like that.
You know how!
The whole thing just doesn't make sense.
Someone wasn't standing there...
You're lying.
Are you hungry?
Eat! You're at home now.
What's this?
Dripstone.
Souvenir or you guys eat that stuff?
Get away from there.
It's forbidden. Understand?
Are you baptized?
Enough eating, sonny.
I already know this stuff. Get up!
Get up now, I said!
Now talk about this!
Sing about this!
Take me back.
Can we start eating? He isn't coming.
Where's my ring with the green stone? Do you know where I put it? It's mine.
I don't know. I wish you'd just sell them.
- We could run a shooting gallery again. - No way. Are you crazy?
Living in a trailer again? No, we're here and we're staying here.
Quit dreaming.
It's not the first time he's done this. I'm sure you know where he is.
Who are you?
How did you get in here?
- I came to see you. - What do you want?
- You're sleeping with everyone. - Where did you get that idea?
Everyone knows it.
Your husband, the lifeguard, is in prison.
I don't have time for this.
- My dad is fucking you too. - Why, who's your daddy?
My mom is sick.
He can't do her.
I want to sleep with you too.
Do you even know how?
What are you pretending for?
Do you think I'm stupid?
This is the most beautiful landscape.
I brought it for you.
Don't you have school?
Is this your son?
You guys know each other?
He didn't introduce himself. He just wants to sleep with me.
He scared me! I come back from Margit's and find him behind the cupboard.
You're becoming a man, son!
You don't want to leave like this, right?
Ica!
How's he for size?
Well, he's no Alain Delon.
- And if I pay for it? - Alright, screw it.
So? What are you waiting for?
Take it off already.
- Need help? - No.
I'm all yours.
Come on, sweetie.
You'll overwork yourself at this rate.
Lower. Lower still.
What's your name? Same as your dad's?
- No. - How do you want it?
Top, bottom?
- I don't care. - Well, if you don't care...
Should I sit on you?
So?
What's wrong, son? Can't do it? Don't bring shame to your father!
Don't peep!
But it's much better than at the cinema, no?
Love is the most beautiful thing.
Not like that!
What are you doing? No!
Mmm, not there!
It's because you don't eat properly.
Harder! Come on, harder!
All bark, no bite?
All talk...
- and no trousers... - No shirt, no trousers,
won't last two hours.
Two hours!
No shirt...
That's enough. Go watch TV!
Move over!
What a lovely pair you are.
Ács, Bajcsa, Becsey, Czombák, Gát, Horing, Horváth, Joó,
Kocsis, Komáromi, Kránitz, Krokács, Magyar, Pankó, Pepe, Pelikán, Sárközi,
Sipicz, Trencsényi, Topi, Tóth, Ungvári, Weiner, Wallenstein.
Ács, Bajcsa, Becsey, Czombák, Gát, Horing, Horváth, Joó,
Kocsis, Komáromi, Kránitz, Krokács, Magyar, Pankó, Pepe, Pelikán, Sárközi,
Sipicz, Trencsényi, Topi, Tóth, Ungvári, Weiner, Wallenstein.
Tell him.
You have a visitor. Come this way.
Hello.
Hello.
Hello, Feri.
Hey, where'd you get it? Your old man... he's gonna kill you.
He isn't here, he's travelling.
- Hey, guys! The motorbike is ours! - Coppers!
- Do you think these UFO things are real? - What things?
- You know, like in that film. - I don't know.
- What? - I think they're real for sure.
- But why? - They said so on TV too.
What are they doing here?
- Don't worry, they never get out. - They live in it.
They could come from above.
- From there? But it's totally empty. - But why?
- It's like a dead fish. - Eh, UFOs aren't real anyways.
- They have to be real. - How do you know?
I think I read it somewhere. Or maybe I heard it?
- Who's in it? - Eh, it isn't worth shit.
- It's not us, that's for sure. - Eh, it's not worth shit.
It's all bullshit. Just a bunch of mass media.
But seriously, just imagine if one really landed here.
- Here? - Like on the Red Square.
Why here?
Look, you're going crazy, amigo.
- Are you stupid? - Chill a little, okay?
But why?
- From there? But it's completely empty.
They're gone!
You guys should stop...
Shut it, old man! Take snuff instead, it'll calm you right down.
- Let's go! - Where? - To our shooting gallery.
I don't want to.
I hang with you all week.
- I can't go. - Then go home.
Stop!
- Hit your mom, not me! - We wrote a test.
Report to the principal's office.
- I didn't know we had a test today. - Too bad.
- Listen. - Yeah?
- What are you doing today? - I don't know.
I shot my father.
Why?
Just 'cause. I don't know.
Uhhuh.
- You really shot him? - Mhm.
- And... how is he now? - Well... he's not alive.
He died?
Yeah.
Crazy! What about your mom?
She's in the hospital.
What did you do to her?
Where is she?
Well...
She's okay.
- Does anyone know? - No.
Just you.
Feri, you've gone crazy.
You're not kidding?
Is it fun to scare me?
- Are you coming for the screening? - Uhhuh.
Promise?
Listen!
Give me a straight answer already.
You hear me?
What do you want?
Just stop!
Tell me the truth!
What truth? Leave me alone already!
What do you mean, leave you alone?
I want to know!
- People don't say things like that for fun. - Let me be, okay?
- What did you shoot him with? - I can't believe this!
Was it an accident? Or what?
- Say something already! - Fuck!
I told you at the stupid lung screening. Just forget it!
What are you, the police?
Okay, okay.
He went away. Couldn't even shoot him.
He's making grandma a window.
So she can look out.
- But that... - Come on! I was kidding.
But if you had shot him, I'm sure you wouldn't tell me.
You fooled me.
Idiot!
Who is it?
Me.
- Good evening, sir. - Where's you dad?
- He went away. - Went away?
He promised to come over today and fix the oil-stove.
- He'll do it when he comes back. - When's that?
- I don't know. - Are you alone here?
I'm alone.
Don't lie to me, Ferike!
Tell me if he's at the whore's place.
Not at all, Gabi.
Yeah, yeah. I know. Send him over when he's back!
Okay.
What the fuck? Give me the bottle!
They took my beer.
Hello.
What are you looking at, faggot? Wanna come out and fight?
Are you stupid or something?
I'm alone, I'm alone.
I should go there. Florida. No winter.
Look at those palm trees!
We spent two weeks in Italy once.
Did you go in the sea?
I was little and the water was dirty. It gave me a rash.
- This is a cemetery. - Yup.
Key Largo - that's where my uncle died.
It's also full of palm trees.
He's there somewhere.
- How did he die? - Car accident.
And then blam!
That was it.
With this car?
Mustang. You promised that when the others fell asleep.
- I know. - Well?
Okay.
Don't do that!
Don't look at it!
It's Florida for them.
I'm cold.
But it's hot.
My palms are sweating.
Please!
Well?
Is this it?
Yeah, that's mine.
- Why did you bring it? - For you.
Take me somewhere!
- Where? - Just for fun.
Let's go to Lake Balaton. No, the other door.
- My parents wouldn't let me go. - Why not?
Okay, maybe they would.
Let's go shooting.
- Nuh-uh. - Come on. I want to!
- Have you held a gun before? - Of course.
- The gun isn't working. - Mm. Feri!
It has a false bottom. I used to hide here when I was a kid.
Don't bother, I'll do it.
A bit to the right!
Closer! Press it to your shoulder.
Now!
So loud!
It's that kind of a gun.
Mr Király, you won't get anything back here.
- I won't, either. - Of course, sweetie.
Did you sleep well?
No... well.
Try sitting there.
Now you can ask!
- Did you sleep well? - Yes.
Not really.
My son...
But that's none of your business.
Got the gun?
I'll kick your ass, understand?
Who visited you yesterday?
Jutka?
I don't know.
He's lying.
To each their own place.
Was it my mom?
- Where's her husband? - He isn't home.
I don't know where he is.
This man alleged that your son stole his shooting gallery.
Even though your husband wanted to buy it back. He paid in advance. Where's your husband?
Where's your husband?
I... I don't know. I don't know, I was in the hospital,
and please leave me alone!
I shot him.
He tricked me.
This isn't working.
It's only loud on glass.
I won't believe for one second that you did it alone.
I'll leave.
You wait here!
Feed the fish!
Make yourself at home!
We have to bury him.
We'll bury him, yes. No one will find out.
We'll say he defected the Eastern block.
He followed his brother.
- They're gonna find out. - They won't.
I won't let them.
He didn't...
beat you, right?
No.
Then why? Because he loved me.
Don't cry, Mum!
Smuggler!
- You're pregnant? - Yeah.
When will you give birth?
In three to four months, unless it dies.
Stand up, go to your place!
I know the truth.
Who told you?
Your mother.
- And who told her? - You.
Cheap police trick.
Do you miss them?
My son is about your age.
Will he shoot me?
I hope so.
Damn kid! Shoot me, motherfucker! Shoot me!
You turn safety off here.
You didn't give him a second, huh?
Just bam!
He didn't even undress.
Right?
After work?
Take me home!
If you take me home, I'll tell you everything.
It wasn't like that.
- What's that for? - It's good for later.
Are you done?
- What is it, boss? - Let's start.
Was he standing here?
Did he put this here?
Stand where you stood then.
Ernő dear, please bring me the weapon!
Was this it?
It wasn't a bright idea to hide it in the gallery's ass.
Was it by accident?
Did it fire like this?
Aim at me like I'm your father!
Look! Look, this girl is pretty.
She's not the one for you.
You'll be out in 15 years. You think she'll wait for you?
You won't get that girl.
She won't be yours. Never was.
Did she visit even once?
Someone was there.
There was no one.
Who needs you?
You've committed fucking patricide.
You know what happens to people like you in prison?
They'll screw you bad.
Your body will rot to bits.
Give me the tub!
17... 18... 19...
Lie down in it.
Get started! You did it alone, right?
Yes... alone.
So?
What? What? Can't take it?
No!
Don't shoot!
Stop, damn it!
Let's cut him off from the right!
Stop!
Stop, you damn kid!
I'll go that way, boss!
Stop!
Stop, you scum!
Stop, god damn it! Stop, you stupid kid!
I have to shoot, understand? Stop!
Boss, shoot him! He's escaping! Motherfucker! Shoot already!
We'll catch you anyways, kid! We'll catch you!
Where are you? Where are you hiding? Come on out, we'll find you anyways!
Stop, motherfucker! Come back!
I warned you! Stop!
Jutka? It's Feri.
No, don't ask me anything!
No!
Later, at nine.
At the chapel.
Let's meet at the usual place.
I'll tell you everything.
Bye!
- Where you the one who visited me? - Did you escape?
- Let's go now! - Where?
- Anywhere we want. - To Lake Balaton?
- Are you injured? - Doesn't matter.
What's with you, anyway?
Say something!
- I said, let's go? - Why? Where do we get the money?
There's no one there in this season.
That's good.
I have money.
What do you want to do there?
Play on the swings.
This is all insane.
I have to go home.
Since it happened, my parents won't let me go anywhere.
- Want me to bandage it? - Don't bother.
It's easy for you. No one bugs you.
You even shot your father.
Take care!
Stop!
- Can't you hear me? Stop! - What do you want?
- Who was that guy you were with at the store?
-What guy?
- The police took me past this morning. - Stop it, let me go!
You hear me? Stop!
- Let me go! - You stupid bitch!
I escaped for you, you hear me?
-Let me go already!
- Stupid bitch! - Get off me!
- I did it all for you! - Let me go!
If they catch me, they'll kill me, you whore!
You weak, stupid coward!
I'm gonna rot in prison. You don't know what it's like!
First, you'll just get lice, they're always watching you.
If you shit for too long, they pour water on you.
I love you.
I'm afraid of you.
I love you.
I'm afraid of you.
Guszti, wake up!
Wake up, Guszti!
You are Guszti.
What?
You're Guszti.
- I'm not Guszti. - But you are. I'm telling you.
After twenty years, he put the plastic bag on the porch.
Nach zwanzig Jahren.
Don't you want my skin too, Guszti? My skin.
I'm telling you, I'm not Guszti.
Yes, yes. It's you, it's you.
- Yes, it's you. - Leave me alone!
Fuck you!
Hey, you! Stop! Stop! My motorcycle! My motorcycle!
Jesus, stop already, you stupid kid!
My motorcycle!
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