All language subtitles for Hószakadás (Ferenc Kósa, 1974)

PRESENTS

SNOWFALL

WRITTEN BY

STARRING

MUSIC BY ZSOLT DURKÓ
SOUND BY GYÖRGY PINTÉR

EDITED BY ZOLTÁN FARKAS

CINEMATOGRAPHY BY

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Why did they let you come home?

They just did.

That is not how that works.

You can't even leave the village,
there's martial law.

And you have to consider what
you'll answer if someone asks you.

I'm on leave.

That's true. But what if
someone doesn't believe it?

Calm down. I'll hit him with my axe.

What have you done, son?

Nothing.

- Why are you looking at me like that?
- They don't just grant you eave for nothing.

There's a big price to pay.

And I must know if you...

Just be happy they let me come home.

I am...

But if I count them, the grand total of
returnees this year to this region is two.

One of them had gone blind.
Both his eyes.

And they say the second one...

sneaked over to the
enemy quarters at night...

and strangled a man to death.

More rotten things happen.

You're saying...

he was right?

I'm saying there's a war.

And everyone stays alive...

as best they can.

The shepherd with the news...

did he see my father,
or did he only hear from him?

He swore he saw him.

What have you done, my son?

Leave me alone, Grandmother.

What about the dog?

He'll come along, and give us away.

We'll shut him in the sty.

He'll starve there.

If we can take it, so can he.

We'll be back.

Back...

Try to understand, Grandmother.
The world is not the way you think it is.

More weapons are made today
than loaves of bread.

If you're quicker to shoot,
you might survive.

And if you take it all to heart,
it's amen for you.

I do understand.

You try to understand,
what happens to you, happens to me.

Since your father was taken, I've been
dreaming about snowfall every night.

Do you think my mother's there yet?

Unless poor thing got lost...

After all, your mother was brought
here by your father from the plains.

And if you don't grow up with the
forest, you just wander inside of it.

Maybe even a little scared.

I didn't want to let her go alone,
but she said she's the wife of a woodcutter.

And that's true.

But still...

You know, I can see with my foot.

Grandmother. We can't follow
the path any longer.

So what do we do?

Off the path we won't hear anything
from our own rustling of leaves.

Put down that axe.

He hit his ass so hard,
his ears rang.

- The bear did?
- Yes. The bear. Hit his son.

It's a smart animal.
Knows everything there is to know.

Even senses its own death.

They have a cave,
it's called the bear cemetery.

They've been going there to die
since anyone can remember.

They choose a beautiful death.

Worms don't chew them apart,
only time does.

When I finished sixth grade,
grandfather took me up there and showed me.

I'll never forget it.

We stepped in, and our feet
sank into the bones...

Keep quiet!

I don't know if I've told you...

but this cave has another entrance.

All the way up there.

Where the forest is no more.

That's where people go to die.

From around here.

What people?

All sorts.

Those who are not needed down there.

They say it's the most beautiful
if the snow buries them.

That's considered luck.

Because there are huge black birds
aloft around the cave,

I don't know if they dare enter.

Who?

The birds.

Why are you looking at me like this?

Anyhow, a person

must be braver than a bird.

What are you talking about,
Grandmother?

You know, I never thought
I'd take this road again.

When the postman brought news
of your father's death,

I didn't believe him.

And now I can't believe he's alive.

And...

I should believe one...

or the other.

Good evening.

What are you doing here?

Evening caught us here.

Are you a soldier?

- Yes.
- Do you have a gun?

No. I'm on leave.

There's martial law, you know that?

We're picking mushrooms
for the winter.

Here.

- Wandering around, are we?
- He's my grandson.

I was just telling him,
there's a lake up in the snowy peaks.

And if you look into it, it's as if you
could see a big city trembling in it,

with its rooftops.

And next to it, on the sheer cliff wall,
a raised hand was formed.

Like this.

Isn't it true, Marci?

What do you want with that axe?

Get out of here!

I want to sleep here.

Yessir.

And we haven't met, under oath.

Quiet!

Look, Marci! Come, help me.

Yes.

Where to, fish? I caught you
with mine own hands.

You dunderhead.

Put it on the spit.

Oh, good Lord!

Come, Grandmother.

Quick!

Hurry up!

Grandmother. Can you remember
exactly what they announced?

Your mother heard it.
I only know what she told me.

It's not only deserters
they punish now, also their kin, and...

those who spread false news, and...

but they definitely said nobody's
allowed to climb up the mountain.

Grandmother. Go higher.

I'll look around.

Marci!

Can you hear it?

What is it?

A train.

We can't go on together.

Have you seen something?

They shoot when they want to.

If they see me here in uniform...

they even shoot at deer
with machine guns.

That's why it's better
if you stay beside me.

Why would they hurt me?

I'm so low, I'm not worth the bullet.

While you were away,

I was thinking,
we should get rid of the axe.

If they find it,
we can lie whatever we want.

We might need it later.

We'll just say we found it.

Bread is much more dangerous.

That's what we have to bury.

Why won't you give it
to the birds instead?

How can you do such a thing?

Here's bread for two weeks.

Who's stupid enough to believe
we just popped by to pick mushrooms?

We have to think with their minds.

Oh, good Lord!

To bury the bread!

Then you must have killed a man.

They call these bird scones.

They're good for making
poultices. In bloom now.

And this is whirlpool root.

For gout and itches.

And how do you know all this?

If you want to be called a woman...

You know, back then

our husbands could only
find work in the forest.

And the women would gather

every Friday at dawn by the steeple

and brought them clean shirts,
pants, salt, vinegar.

That's how I would go
to see your grandfather.

For four years.

Then after lunch

every man would
walk away with his woman.

A little more into the forest.

And...

come rain or snow...

there was nothing to be ashamed of,

we would brush off our skirts.

That's how your father came to be.

The fire is weeping.

He's being badmouthed somewhere.

And two years after your father was born,
your grandfather went to America

to find work.

To California.

A year later, he sent boat tickets
so we could go after him.

He wrote: come,
the sun is always shining here,

you don't need coats or stoves.

They have never seen snow
around here.

We were getting ready...

but somehow...

snow fell.

Dense, thick snow.

It almost poured.

How I cried!

I thought I'd die right there.

That's how I stayed
here with your father.

You know the rest.

Do you think mother
made it, Grandmother?

Well...

if God had helped her
get up to here...

then...

the mountain rears up
after the forest,

so that it throws horses off itself.

Only those can climb it...

who really must.

What are you doing here,
Grandmother?

She's alive.

Hold her. Let's take her up there.

But be careful!

Like that.

Lift her.

There.

Poor thing. Badly bruised.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

She's Polish, Grandmother.

Then don't hurt her.

An enemy, can't you see?

Don't take away anything from her.
It's like you were hurting a swallow.

It means trouble.

She's a partisan.

Damn you!

Enemy or not...

leave her since she's this way.

The Bible says: all they that take
the sword shall perish with the sword.

There's a war, there's a world war,
even behind the tree leaf.

And if you aren't armed,
you get trampled like a worker ant.

You're saying...

you could shoot at a person.

Marci.

I asked you something.

That's not the issue, Grandmother.

We have to get up the mountain by
any means and find my mother and father.

I know where we're going.

You're looking for your father,
I'm looking for my son.

But I asked you,
could you kill a man?

You're insane.

Stop right there!

Raise your hands!

Don't move!

Lieutenant sir, I report we have
apprehended three men and two women.

And this child?

My daughter's.

She gave him to me to take care of
in the summer, but now she wants him back

because we don't know
how it will be..

War is getting closer, and she
wants the family to be together.

- Her husband is at the front.
- Where does she live?

Here in the gorge, by Tatár creek.

I see.

Oh, welcome, Tőzsér.

Look how elegant you are!

I hope you see
that after all that happened,

I don't know what to do with you.

- Where was he caught?
- The Domokos steeple.

These three identifications
were found on him.

Keresztély Labuda, master carpenter.

Good one.

Did you make up that stupid name?

Yes.

It's over, brother.

Making up such stupid names.

Wandering around, are we?

Lieutenant sir, I report,
I am not wandering.

I'm on leave.

Uh-huh.

We decide who's a wanderer
and who isn't.

- What's your name?
- Márton Csorba.

And just where's your uniform?

I washed it.

Because we're only here
to pick mushrooms on the mountain.

He's my grandson.

I'm 70 you know.

Empty that bag please.

I can see the camisole
is dry already.

Yes.

Pretty quick, eh?

Telling fibs, are we?

So you pick mushrooms with an axe.

We found it on the way.

You're saying it isn't yours?

I'm saying we found it.

Peculiar. Yours and not yours.

Most interesting.

And your bundle, grandma.

What mushrooms are those?

Well... depends on
which one you mean.

Let's say this one with the fur hat.

Corporal. Bury him.

These two men will help.

Yessir!

Let's go.

If I may ask, why did you shoot
this man to death?

He deserted.

Meaning he served here,
then he deserted.

Then we brought him back.

He deserted a second time,

then we had his head checked.

His head was fine.

He got an injection.
Then he deserted a third time.

And why did he desert?

Only he can tell.

Soldier.

Why weren't you shot dead?

Captain sir, I'm not a deserter,
I have a proper leave-pass.

Sit down.

Excuse me. Is it true that the
coronation temple was bombed?

I haven't heard of it.

I live on the corner of
Tárnok street, you know.

We live here under the mountain.

You. And you. Come with me.

The bundle stays here.

I'm warning you that every lie,
or misleading military authorities

in any way will lead to the strictest
consequences. Understood?

Yes.

Soldier Márton Csorba.
Who issued your leave-pass?

Major Zalai,
commander of our battalion.

Why are you on leave?

Division command held
a patrol competition. I won.

What competition was that?

Basically a 20 km field race with
various tactical obstacles.

To be completed in full combat gear.

This is nice.

It's no child's play, is it?

No.

There was a German general there,
we had to present battalion morale to him.

Bravo. And you won this.

Yes.

Congratulations, son!

So you came home the next day.

Did you know the region was designated
an area of operation by general staff?

No. I did not know.

So when you climbed that mountain,
you only knew there was martial law?

I didn't know that either.

We had it announced it every village.

Three times.

Marci wasn't home.
He couldn't have heard it.

But you were home during
the announcement, weren't you?

Well, yes.

But you hear so many things these days.
You have to live through it to believe.

And we climb the mountain
every year before snowfall.

Since I was a little girl. We pick
herbs, this and that, mushrooms...

We dry it in the attic,
and go for it in the winter.

Alright, grandma.

It's none of my business,
there's a war.

It's bad enough for us,
may he who invented it, burn in a fire!

Not so fast, grandma.

I'm not a vacation here
out of my own will.

They pay me to not even believe
what the birds say.

Try to understand,
in a war, everyone's a suspect.

So, what was that with the axe?

We found it on the way.

Of course, the forest
is just littered with axes.

Your father?

Fell at the Don river.

We received a letter last year
that he had died a heroic death.

Is your mother alive?

Yes.

Where is she?

- At home.
- At home.

Didn't she say anything
about martial law?

Since we received news of my son's
death, she keeps dropping things.

She was deeply struck by
her husband's demise.

I see.

So you're saying your father died a
heroic death at the Don river, and still

your morale was the highest
in your entire battalion.

You know, the amazing thing is,
that today people trust their own lies more

than the people of old did God.

I'm finished with you.
Lying all over the place.

So, Sergeant Major?

You can make bank with that card.

You as an outsider?

Me?

Hit such small fry?

With such an appetite?

Gentlemen!

What do you mean small fry?

Grandmother!

Wait, I'm going back.

Don't go anywhere.

Don't mind them.

Lieutenant sir.
I think you misunderstood me.

It was announced before the race:
the winner gets two weeks leave.

So everyone ran as if
they were chased by a rabid dog.

Well now!

So serious?

There were dead. From the scrambling.

And you came in first.

See, this is different now.

So you're saying, you wanted to go
home the most out of, say, 600 people.

So why was this so important?

To pick mushrooms
with your grandmother?

Everyone else was taken
to the front the next day.

Oh yes?

So you're admitting you wanted to go
to the front the least out of 600 people.

In times when our fates are decided.

That's as bad
as deserting if you ask me.

Goddammit!

It surprises me even.

So, what do you say, grandmother?

Your grandson
is digging his own hole.

Well... he's still a child.

You come here with this axe...

that's yours and not yours at once.

Then there's the story of the leave.

First you kept arguing that your morale
was so high you won the race.

Then you come back to
admit you won because,

with a little exaggeration
you abhor war?

Enthusiastic outwards,
nauseous inwards.

Right.

One.

You trick yourself.

Two, you trick the world, and three:

you want to trick me.

If it were up to me, I'd have
your head checked as well.

Lieutenant sir, I report, I am not mad.
I just told you how I got leave.

Get out of here!

You're in trouble now, brother.

- Say. Are you from around here?
- Yes.

- Have you served in the army?
- Yes.

- Where?
- In Hajmáskér.

Well I never! That's where I served!

Interesting. I never noticed you.

I served at a different time.

- Do you know the Csorbas?
- From Felszeg?

- Yes.
- I do.

- How are they now?
- They're fine.

Last year, news came
the man fell at the Don river.

But yesterday we heard
he might be alive after all.

- Uh-huh.
- Don't fool around, Father!

What a belligerent creature!
I like them feisty, but unfortunately

the greatest loves are one-sided.

Grandmother! Whom did you
speak to about my father?

Me?

Nobody.

That's impossible.

- Good day.
- Good day.

Where have you heard about my son?

We met your daughter-in-law.

Where?

She was climbing
the mountain along the creek.

Oh my God!

I thought something
happened to her.

Don't move.

What was that?

I don't know.

Do you know this man?

No.

And you. Do you know this man?

Throw him two cigarettes and matches.

Why didn't you say you knew me?

But I don't.

Still, you could have told them.

People. Camp commander, who is also
head of the investigation squad,

is letting you leave.

Consider this little
detour your last warning.

And return to your places of residence
immediately, on the shortest route.

Godspeed.

Goal!

What's wrong, grandmother?

I just want to ask why
you're sending us off.

That's not a problem, is it?

I can't go home without my grandson,
what will I tell my daughter-in-law?

We won't adopt you, can't afford it.
Food and lodging...

I don't need you, there's the forest.

I can live off it, I eat so little.

I have mushrooms, too.

Still, it's different at home,
isn't it?

Different, yes.

But I'm having a good time here.

And... when I think about it... God!

I have the time.

And if there's no man
in the house, there's nothing.

War is upon us.

What will I tell my daughter-in-law?

Whatever you want.

You know how war is. Here today,
maybe 100 kilometers away tomorrow.

We can't take you
to the end of the world.

Lieutenant sir.

I wish to report something.

It may not be important,
but I saw a parachute.

What the hell?

This might shock you,
but I have seen parachutes, too.

Begging your pardon, I don't want to
push it, but I thought everything

through last night
and I decided I'd mention it.

Why did you decide this?

- Because I want to go home.
- Uh-huh.

What sort of parachute?

I saw it in the forest,
caught in a tree.

Last night I thought maybe
it wasn't one of ours.

It wasn't?

Someone else's.

Where did you see it?

A little lower than Rock's Peak.

It's hard to explain,
but I know I can get there.

You think it's that important?

I do.

For you or for me?

I hope you're aware that if this
turns out to be another tall tale...

I am.

Can you ride a horse?

Yes.

I'll wait for you.

Strike me pink!

This is a parachute.

Have you seen any men?

No.

So you're saying this parachute
fell here by itself.

Listen, I'll kick your ass so hard,
you'll be spitting out bootlaces.

Take it down.

Yessir.

When did you see it?

We were here
the day before yesterday.

Pick it up.

If you saw no one, then we can go.

Isn't that right?

Want me to look around,
Lieutenant sir?

There's a cave around here.

Where?

Over there.

We'll check it out then.
You stay here and secure the area.

Yessir.

Look around, Corporal Varga.

Yessir.

You know, Csorba,

I promised I'd only kill
whoever lies to me.

And throughout my short career I reached
a humble conclusion that everyone lies.

You too, my friend.

And regrettably, as of late...

so do I.

It's like a fever dream. It doesn't make
sense, but everything has great import.

Just because there's a war.

Unfortunately.

I swear this insanity only interests
me philosophically.

Don't just stand there.
Come here, light up.

See, here we sit in the forest,
breathe clean air, I look around:

I say there's peace.

But if I think a little deeper, I find
to my astonishment, this is not true.

In peace an axe is an axe,

mushrooms are...

Is there anyone there?

Corporal Varga,
is there anyone there?

I can't see anyone.

Then why are you shooting
around like that?

It was dark.

I thought...

Anything wrong, Lieutenant sir?

Nothing.

Only your half-witted friend
is scared of the dark.

Have you thought about how much time
must pass between an order and "yessir"?

Like when I say: "Soldier! I'm wearing
my mating shirt, get me a nymphomaniac."

Yessir!

Or I say: "Soldier! I'm wearing
my mating shirt, get me a nymphomaniac."

Yessir.

Which one do you think is right?

You don't know.

You do see the issue?
Philosophically.

Because if the soldier
is too quick to click his heels,

the order hasn't
reached his brain yet.

But if he's too slow,

then there's a shadow of a doubt.

He's thinking. He's suspicious.

He's afraid.

That's why I emphasize in various
professional debates that choosing

the proper time between the order
and the clicking of heels

is the secret to all warfare.

On the other hand, snipers say...

You're not even listening to me.

Tell me immediately what
you're thinking about.

Cow dung over there.

What?

When I was a child, I used to look
after cows. When it was very cold.

I would step barefoot in cow dung.

To keep warm.

Dammit! You derailed me.

I don't know where I stopped.

The snipers.

Ah, yes!

Snipers say

their miss rates rise
if they shoot at a familiar face.

So what follows from this?

Enemies should not get acquainted.

Because if acquaintances start shooting
at each other with great miss rates,

the war becomes a farce.

But don't think I agree with this,
I believe this is weaselling.

Do you even suspect
what I'm yapping about here?

I simply cannot tolerate just bang!
shooting someone in the head.

And then bang again.
Let's just forget about it.

I, as a human being cannot just kill
someone without knowing them.

Corporal Varga,
you got it set up right?

It will be a fabulous picture,
Lieutenant sir!

Come here, both of you!

Being a hangman is
an easy job compared to my trade.

The hangman just puts
the icing on the cake, you see?

But I have to bake the cake,
everything!

Or take that captain
who's with you in the barracks.

In Bryansk the Germans ordered him
to set fire to a village, people and all.

Because they conspired
with the partisans.

The captain refused to comply, so the
Germans bombed the entire Hungarian

battalion, 10 or 15 men
were left at most.

The captain left the whole shebang,
set out to state objections to top brass.

He went, and this was
as far as he got.

I won't even talk about the turnover in
general staff these past two years.

Do you know why I told you all this?

I don't know, Lieutenant sir.

You have no idea.

None, Lieutenant sir.

I'll tell you then, my friend.
Because you smuggled a pistol into camp.

And a soldier on leave cannot carry
a weapon, even babies know this.

Come, we'll have a
glass of wine regardless.

Shame about you, Csorba.

Well...

Here's to good health!

To good health.

So your father at the Don river.

Yes.

You know how cold it was there?

If you dozed off,
you froze to death.

Myself, I prayed for
the Russians to shoot, lest I sleep.

And they did, dammit!

My machine gun got so fired up, a good
two centimeters melted off the barrel.

On January 12, when
the attack against us started,

150,000 of our men
perished before my eyes.

But this wasn't the most
terrible part for me. Come over here!

Take a look at this.

January 20th, 1943.
Victory, victory, victory!

Not a word on losses.

But this is still nothing.

I circled it on page two:

Joke contest in the camp paper.

Now look at this.

January 30th.
The first entry to the contest.

Two soldiers are talking in 40 below.

Have you heard, mate, that it's so hot
in Africa, the hens lay baked eggs?

Good one, eh?

Come with me.

Can you read this?

Every mark is a person.

Struck out in fives
to make it easier to add later.

It belongs to the sergeant major.

I had to tie him up this morning.

You get hanged for this sort of thing
in peacetime, now this miserable

creature thinks he will get
an acre of land for every mark.

But more people die
in a war than there's land.

What's going on there?

Sergeant major is hungry
for nicotine.

Why aren't you sitting
by the radio, Simonyi?

I translated all that was needed.

Now I'm explaining to him
Darwin shouldn't have travelled

to the Galápagos islands
at such great expense.

because the size of sergeant major's
brain is exactly that of a dinosaur's.

You worm, you.

I didn't know you were
such good friends.

More than that. Professional passion.

I like to get to know the man
who will, how to put it,

sooner or later shoot me to death.

Didn't I tell you the same thing
today at the mill?

You can count on me, you worm.

Oh, how I shall triumph

When they conduct you
to the place of execution

Coughing or laughing?

And put the garrotte
around your throats!

Simonyi, get the news.
I want to read them.

I shall gambol,
laugh and jump about

What pistol do you think this is,
Sergeant Major?

Browning. 7.65.

English?

Used by partisans.

Well, my friend...

you've fooled me well.

News from London, Berlin, Moscow,
all say different things as per usual.

Listen here, Simonyi.

I gave you a uniform to wear it.

It's impossible that you keep
strolling around in these shorts.

I have told you quite clearly
I refuse to put on any uniform.

There will be women tonight.

Try to understand.

If you don't put on your uniform,
I'll shoot your skull to a mesh.

That's your trade.

See how he talks to me?

Please be aware
that you're here illegally.

That's what I said.

But I don't mean it like you do.

First. I should shoot
you for being a philosopher.

Second, because you
escaped labor service.

Third, because you're shitting
all over military culture.

Pardon me. I never said
I shat all over military culture,

I just said, I for one,
have finished this war.

You'd also like to carve your flagpole
into a walking stick anyway.

But you're scared
to admit it to yourself.

I am cursed with this one.

As if I felt guilty.

He's the only one
I can't make heads or tails of.

He always speaks the truth.

And I just stare at him
like a duck at a rhinoceros.

Can you tell me where you got this?

I found it.

You're a lucky one, my friend!

Found a pistol, found an axe.

So, what else?

I didn't find the axe.

Fantastic!

Tell me honestly why you keep lying.

Because you wouldn't believe
the truth.

I can barely believe it myself.

You weren't after mushrooms,
were you?

No.

Well, my friend...

I'm not even angry at you.

But I can only spare you
if you tell me who you got it from.

This gun.

Tell me, how will things be,
if your generation starts off with lies?

You will burn out,
and let anything be done to you.

Like we did.

Would you believe me if I told you
I was looking for my mother and father?

I get home, my grandmother says
your father's alive.

And your mother's after
him in the mountains.

Would you have stayed home,
Lieutenant sir?

Who would care about martial law?

There's the sergeant major's
machine gun. I can see you abhor it.

And to you, every mark
is just some person.

But to me it could be my father.

My mother.

And you're saying, yourself as well.

I see you understand my situation.

You know those barracks used
to be a pálinka brewery.

This well was part of it.

Come here closer.

Pull it open.

Look into it.

Is this the soldier, Rodák?

Yes, it's him. He had the pistol.

Push it back.

There.

You know what Hindenburg said?

The world war was lost when we tolerated
the first loose button on a uniform.

I think every button is loose here.

Only a fool believes
anyone can win this war.

The most mind-blowing
about this is...

if you really found this pistol.

But you've lied so much,
I can't believe the truth anymore.

We're unlucky to have met.

Soldier!

Do you wash yourself in drinking
water at home?

- How old are you?
- 21.

We'll have to tie you to a post
for you to stand straight.

Are you captain István Hajdú?

Yes.

I, as judge of this court-martial order
you to answer shortly and unambiguously.

Question one.

Is it true that in the Bryansk region,
on November 21st 1943, you refused

to eliminate a strategically
important village?

Yes.

Question two.

Were you aware that
the inhabitants of said village

collaborated with the partisans?

Yes.

Question three.

Did you know that by refusing
to comply you questioned

the situational assessment
of the allied German command?

Yes, because I considered it a
tragical misdeed, and I still do.

As a thinking man, as a soldier.

Finally, question four.

Is it true that you
arbitrarily left your station

to state said opinion to general staff,
bypassing the usual route?

I couldn't have done otherwise.

More than 300 of my dead men...

I didn't ask you.

I hereby declare that
captain István Hajdú has

beyond a reasonable doubt,

has committed the crime
of disloyalty on several counts.

Having willfully caused detriment
to the State of Hungary or its allies,

and thereby advantage to the enemy.

And refusing an order,

gravely endangered the interest
of the German general staff.

His sentence is

death.

By section 42 of the
military criminal code,

I order the immediate
execution of the sentence.

And strip you of your rank
and every medal.

Considering your
candidness and clear thinking,

and your wartime merits,

as your former comrade,
I grant you the mercy

of executing the sentence
by your own hand.

Do you wish to confess
and receive Holy Communion?

I don't.

Here.

You did understand what I said?

Then be strong, son.

Csorba. Come with me.

Private Márton Csorba.

Do you have anything
to say in your defense?

No.

I'm asking you for the last time.
Whom did you get the pistol from?

I have told you everything.

I don't want to see you ever again.

Get out of here.

Oh, Csorba!

Thing is, Lieutenant has been begrudging
me that acre of land recently.

And I have five children.

And it would be all the same to you.

I see you're really invested.

Have you escaped?

They let me go.

I prayed so much.

You're really alone
among these rocks.

We have to hurry, Grandmother,
we've lost much time.

I washed my shirt.

Oh, my God!

Your father!

He's alive!

I've been walking through
war for one and a half years.

I never asked if I could.

Me, for five days.

But I know it's suicide to go back
on the road we came here on.

There's no other way.

I told your mother to always
come along the creek.

This is the only thing that's sure.

It's still suicide, father.

Why?

You and your grandmother
were both let go, weren't you?

Yes.

See?

You talk like you don't
see those clouds.

Snowfall may come at any time.

And if my mother strayed
from the creek for some reason,

and when she gets here,
she doesn't find anyone,

she might die.

That's why we have to think for her.

There's three of us.

Your mother set out because of me.

Who would help her
if she gets in trouble?

Your father's right.
You two have to go both ways.

- And I'll wait here.
- That's right.

And if we leave Grandmother in this
blind world, and winter arrives?

Never mind that?

You can't take a step alone.

In snowfall.

It will bury you alive.

That's the least of
your troubles in this world.

Wake up, men!

Hands behind your head.

Let's go!

Stay here, Grandmother.

Move!

Go!

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- Son?
- Yes.

Let's go!

Son!

Stop!

Stop right there!