All language subtitles for Budapest Noir (2017) EN

Prime Minister Gyula Gémbos

Budapest

For some if's the cify of death,
for others if's the cily of lights.

On the crime beat ['ve seen
my fair share of deatfi.

Housemards chewing malches.

Barbers cutfing therr
lovers' throafs.

The means are endless.

But depressingly simiar.

But the end is
always the same.

How are you,
Mr.Reporter, sir?

What can I get you?

Just a pack of smokes.
The usual.

We have to watch out.
All stores have to close by twelve.

Forget it then. I don't want
to get you into trouble.

Me? Trouble?

Look at me!

One arm and decrepit.

What else could happen to me?

You're smart, Kovach.

You ought to go
into politics.

Me? Never.

Why not?

Like you said, I'm smart.

{ remember Prime Minister Gombds
bragging fo Goring fast spring.

That with the fascist know-flow
he learned in Germany...

he was going fo
fransform the country.

And install himself
as dictator.

Well you really
screwed thal up...

Gombos, old boy.

Forgive me.

It's closing time, sir.

What's the big hurry?

Everything has to close
because of the funeral.

Eight Pengd, twenty.

For a coffee and a bourbon?

And the lady's lunch.

What lady?

The one that you just
said good bye to.

She said you were going
to pay her check.

Pretty slick.

CLOSED

BUDAPEST POLICE HEADQUARTERS

Good afternoon,
Mr.Reporter, sir!

Gellért?

The Chief of Police
is in a meeting.

No problem, sweetheart,
I'll wait in his office.

Don't get up on my account.

I've got five minutes.

The minister of the interior ordered every
officer and detective to be on duty.

To secure the funeral
procession.

What's so urgent?

My boss needs an invitation.

To the memorial service?

Don't you need one too?

I'm a crime reporter.
Goémbos died of renal cancer.

And that's not my beat.

You're a hopeless cynic.

Just a realist.

Don't you believe in
anything at all?

Yes, of course.
Myself.

{ believe in headlines.

They don't have fo be frue.

No matfer what they say.

There is no such thing
as obyective fruth.

I'm inferested in
apersons fafe.

And death is the last sfop on the road

What [ care about is how he gels there.

What time do we start?

What about the curfew?

Who cares about that?
It's a private club, right?

Far as I'm concerned, we can get
started. The opponent is already here.

So what are we waiting for?
Miska, you ready?

He'll never be ready.

You should've seen this kid.

He could've been a champ.

But the half-wit went
to America instead.

To America?

Baron Andras Sz6liGsy.

The new club owner.

A round of Champagne
for everyone!

On the house.

Come on, Miskal

Is it really so fascinating to watch
two men beat each other to a pulp?

Depends on how they do it.

Isn't there some way I
could get your attention?

Depends on how you do it.

See?

What did I tell you?

Imagine if he could
actually box, too?

C'm
on!

Rise and shine, kid!

I have to leave
in ten minutes.

What's your name again?

I'm Mira. But last night
you called me Princess.

Let's stick to Mira for now.

Maybe later I'll promote you.

Get dressed, sweetheart.

Five minutes.

You look great.

Can I come in?

I just got back.

After six months in Germany.

Six months?
How could I forget?

How about some tea?

I'm in a hurry.

You seen my shoes?

Last night you were drinking
champagne from them.

Oh, yeah.

I'm Mira.

Krisztina.

Careful, you'll catch your
death in this weather.

All I want is some tea.

The train stopped at every station.
We waited at the border for hours.

I'm freezing.
- Found it!

You mind if I don't wait for you?

When you finish your tea,
just put the key...

...under the doormat.

Give it to the Super.

Zsigmond!

Yes?

I'm broke. I need to
find some kind of work.

What's it to me?

You're a newspaperman.
I'm a photographer.

You cant be serious?

GYULA GOMBOS IS DEAD

This works.

This one too.

What is this?

Uh, I thought a happy
picture wouldn't hurt.

Goémbos is dead. He's
not stepping out.

Lose that one.

The Gémbos articles from the
German and Italian papers.

But let's not make
a habit of it.

Valéria, you are an angel.

I swear I'll love
you forever.

Too bad you're too
young for me.

You're fresh. But don't
let me stop you.

Hello? Evening News.

Zsigmond! It's for you.

Gordon.

Kalmar. We found a woman.

What kind of woman?

What do you think?

Dead.

I'm the first to know, right?

I always call you first.

As long as I get
my five pengds.

Give me the address.

On Nagydiéfa Street
you'll see the cops.

On my way.

Valéria, I need a photographer.

When?

Right now.

Turcsanyi sent everybody
to cover the funeral.

How the hell am I supposed to
work without a photographer?!

When will they pay
me for the photos?

You're really that broke?

I left everything in Berlin.

I had to leave in a hurry.

You pissed off another man?

Yes, his name is Adolf, and he's
got a moustache under his nose.

Friend of mine was
taken to a camp...

where they lock
up dissenters.

I used fake papers
to get a job there.

And did you find him?

No, but I took some pictures, and
tried to publish them in Berlin.

That was a bad idea.

You still have it?

A souvenir from
an old friend.

Still works.

Why throw it away?

Sorry, this area
is off limits.

Kalmar!

She's with me.

Can you handle this?

I've seen worse.

When did she die?

She's still warm.

Maybe half an hour ago.

And how did she die?

How should I know?
I don't see any blood.

Name?

Nothing in her purse,
just an empty wallet.

And this.

A Miriam?

What's a Miriam?

A prayer book
for Jewish women.

Maybe someone will
report her missing.

If anyone even bothers.

She won't be the first hooker to
be buried in an unmarked grave.

The means are endless.

But the end is
always the same.

How are they?

Good.

Very good.

It's odd.

Well groomed hair and
nails, nice clothes.

She sure doesn't look
like a prostitute.

I've met her before.

She invited herself to lunch.

Pay the check.

Mr.Reporter, sir!

What do you want, son?
I'm in a hurry.

Someone left this
for you yesterday.

Who?

I wasn't there.

Thank you, sir.

{ was only borrowing
the money.

Forgive me.

You got one minute.

I see you didn't
sleep last night.

You can say that again.

They mustered the entire
police force for this funeral.

And unless the communists
blow up the Chain Bridge,

I don't want to deal
with anything else.

They want to blow up
the Chain Bridge?

You got thirty seconds left.

One quick question.

I'm waliting.

Yesterday they found a dead
girl on Nagydiéfa Street.

On Nagydiéfa Street? Great.

It's been a while since we
found a dead whore there.

How do you know
she was a whore?

Next to Klauzal Square?

If she had been a nice girl,
I would've heard about it.

But since I haven't,
she must've been a whore.

Take a good look.

You sure you've never
seen her before?

Positive.

Gellért, I need a
word with you.

Yes, Minister, sir.

I'm done here.

Bon appetit,
Mr.VVogel!

Getting ready for
carnival, Vogel?

No, I have to write about
that Smile Club again.

Ever since the Crash they've
been my cross to bear.

They think their smiling will
make the country happier.

You know all about the
city's love life, right?

If I don't know about it,
it didn't happen.

I'm looking for someone.

Who isn't?

Who takes naughty
pictures in this town?

You want a list?

The girl I saw in the
picture was wearing a hat.

Oh, a hat...

Very exciting.

And why do you care?

Because she just got murdered.

And if I don't dig up more on her,
it'll only be half a column on page 7.

And you want it on page 27

The front page.

And if I help you,
what do I get in return?

I'll walk your dog for you.

I don't have a dog.

Then I'll buy you dinner.

At Gundel's.

Out with it already.

I only know of one guy
who takes photos like that.

His name is Skublics.

And under what rock do
I find this Skublics?

Give me a bit more smile.

Seductive. More.

Now take a puff
from the cigarette.

That's it.

That's it.
Push your hair back.

Who are you?

Don't you know how to knock?

You took a picture
of a young girl.

She had a birthmark
on her breast that is unusual

You know how many
girls I shoot here?

I don't remember.

Of course you do.

What are you, a cop?

What's this girl doing here?

I'm taking her portrait.

A portrait, right?
Get out of here.

Leave me alone.
I want to stay.

Let her go!
Come on, let's go.

Here's five Pengd.

Go home.

You think you're
some kind of hero?

Tomorrow she'll be
back on the streets.

With no papers the cops will
take her to the workhouse.

Does the Vice Squad know
about your business?

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

I'm an artist.

You call that art?

I do.

I've got one here, too.

You recognize her?

I've never seen that
girl in my life.

Take a good look,
Skublics!

Want some?

No, I already ate.

Who did you come to see?

A young girl. They brought
her in yesterday.

Pretty, black hair?

That's the one.

Let me see.

Here it I1s

It's strange that they
already did the autopsy.

The Minister of the
Interior rushed it through.

I don't know why.

And I don't want to know.

Let's take a look at the girl.

Here we go.

I don't understand.

This has never
happened to me before.

She is supposed to be here.

ADOLF HITLER SQUARE

You left the front door
open again, Grandfather.

Who would want to come in?

Anybody.

In this town they'll kill
you for a few Pengds.

Nonsense. You see
murder everywhere.

Next time lock the door.

Are you taking your medicine?

Medicine? Who needs medicine?

Forty years as a doctor,
I know what medicine will get you.

This is the best medicine.

Simply divine.

Have a taste.

Your last batch of jam put me
out of commission for two days.

Yes, it was a mistake
to put chestnuts in it.

But this is really amazing!
Grape-rhubarb jam.

So?

You didn't take the seeds
out of the grapes?

Damn! The one thing I forgot.

And sugar, too.

Hey, Grandfather, can
you stop cooking?

Come, I need your help.

Another murder?

They killed a girl
on Nagydiéfa Street.

There's something
wrong about it.

There's something wrong
with most of the girls down there.

It's not the girl
that's the problem.

Her body disappeared
from the morgue.

What do you mean,
disappeared?

Somebody took it.

"Cause of death is severe
internal bleeding...

of the epigastric region resulting
from a severe contusion."

In plain language?

Someone punched her in the
stomach so hard she died.

Someone wanted to
make sure...

she was never going
to have that baby.

She was two
months pregnant.

{'ve been on the
crime beat so long...

that ['ve developed
a sixth sense.

{ get a feeling in my gut

Like it is felling me...

things are not
what they seem.

Bourbon?

I'll have one.

You look pretty bad.

This is nothing.

Just goes with the job.

I see, now you're
running a circus.

Nah, it's just business.

I saw this in America.

I do more business in one night
than I did in a month.

Why did you leave America?

I lied in an article once.

You wouldn't be the first.

Andras, a moment, please.

Yes, Minister.

Excuse me.

And if he can't
pay you back?

It's an investment.

I own the largest
coffee import company.

I've also got four
businesses in Germany.

Getting pretty
nasty up there.

I import coffee.

Not fascism.

Excuse me, Minister.

Madame.

Have you seen my husband?

He's sitting over there.

Andras, please.

Irmal

What are you doing here?

You didn't come home,
did you forget?

About what?

About the birthday.

I arranged everything
So nicely.

We even baked a cake.

Allow me to
introduce my wife.

Zsigmond Gordon.

I love this music.

Chopin's sonatas
are so soothing.

It's time for you to rest.
I'll take you home.

I slept all afternoon.

And you have to
take your medicine.

MURDER ON
NAGYDIOFA STREET

You still working
on the obituary?

What's that?

An article.

They found a dead girl
on Nagydiéfa Street.

Are you kidding me?
I told you to write the obit.

You mean this?

And who is this dead girl?

A whore.

Did they at least
chop her up?

No.

Then nobody cares.

Chigaco was where [ saw
my first dead body.

She had long red hair

They said she'd jumped
out the window.

But { had the feeling
she'd been pushed.

{ was so green that /
believed the cops.

Ever since if's bothered me
that [ dian't dig deeper.

What do you want?

I'm writing an article
about the girl...

they found dead on
Nagydiéfa Street.

I don't know nothing
about no girl.

If I were you,
I wouldn't either.

The problem is everyone
else knows about it.

And they also know that you run
half the whores in this town.

I thought, before I write the
article I'd talk to you first.

So I can write
that you deny it.

You're writing what?!

How about this?

“Tibor Konkoly, alias Csuli,

denies that the dead
girl worked for him.”

And I won't forget to mention
that she was pregnant.

Sit down.

The article will come out anyway.
I've already seen to that.

You're bluffing.

Maybe I am.

Maybe I'm not.

You're messing up
my business.

After so many years...
Gordon I didn't expect this from you.

Did you really come here to
write an article about me?

No.

All I want to know is who
killed the girl and why.

I'll tell you all I know
about the girl.

But keep your mouth shut, or
I'll rearrange your pretty face.

No thanks, I like it this way.

She was my girl for a spell.

Jozsi Laborans found her on the streets,
he recruited her

She was classy,
not like the rest.

Her clients adored her.
She earned quite a reputation.

Then someone showed up here.

Told me we need to talk.

The next day the girl
had disappeared.

That's all I know about her.

And who was this man?

I never said it was a man.

I know Jézsi Laborans.
I'll ask him myself.

Unfortunately, Jézsi
is no longer with us.

You know Skublics?

Who doesn't?

How can I get him to talk?

He's got his weak spot, too.

One of my guys saw him
going to a meeting.

What kind of meeting?

It wasn't the Boy Scouts,
that's for sure.

HUNGARIAN ROYAL POLICE

"Work awaits you in the night."

"Your life is about to start."

"Learn to entertain, my boy!"

"Learn to laugh,
to cry, if you must!"

"Learn to smile in
times of trouble!"

"Look out for yourself,
and no one else!"

I've got a job for you.

Who do I have to shoot?

A Commie named Skublics.

All right.

Why not?

"Because everything,
everything is theatre!"

How dare you play that
Jewish crap for Hungarians.

'I wasn't always a poor boy."

"My dear mother
raised me well."

What, are you deaf?

I asked you a question.

How dare you play
Jewish music for us?

Stop taking photos!

Don't touch her.

What's going on here?

Your place is...

a Jewish rat's nest.

Get out! Get the
hell out of here!

Please, continue.

Get out!

"Learn to entertain, my boy!"

Get out!

Let's go.

"Learn to smile in
times of trouble!"

"Look out for yourself,
and no one else!"

Skublics is going to
come out of that door.

The streetlights are off,
you can't take a photo here.

I'll tell you what
I can or can't do.

Go over there and give me a signal,
when Skublics is coming out.

Then what?

Just wait and see.

All right.

Please, get in.

What's your name?

Czovek, ma'am.

Czovek.

Roll down to the corner
with your lights off.

No problem.

Turn on the lights!

Hit the gas!

Hey! What are you doing?

Give me that!

Stop!

Stop them!

After the turn jump out
and I'll keep going.

Was I too far away?

Distance is pretty relative.

When you left six months ago, I thought
you were just going to the store.

Did you miss me?

It's hard to find a
good photographer.

This one is from that camp?

Yes.

I didn't think this kind
of thing was possible.

These will never
be published here.

I know.

But I got a telegram
from London.

They asked me to send more.

Maybe they'll put them
in an exhibition.

So you're leaving again?

At least someone cares
about it there.

And when would that be?

It depends.

On what?

Do you want me to go?

That's not what I said.

Do you want me to stay?

And what do you want?

I'll make some tea.

You opening a pet
store, Vogel?

Gossip is my beat.

That lady is getting divorced,
and she wants half the dog, too.

Do you know this guy
next to Skublics?

If I did, I wouldn't be here.

Come with me

He was arrested in 1923.

But was sent to the USSR
in a prisoner exchange.

All we know is that he
became a member of the NKVD.

You know what that is?

The Russian secret police.

Pretty much.

He hasn't been seen for 12 years
but it seems this Commie is back in town.

You want to tell me his name?

Gerd. Emné Gerd.

If you show this picture to the
police, Skublics is finished.

Taking a trip?

So it was you.

I should've known.

What do you want from me?

Last time I asked
about a girl.

Tell me what you
know about her?

Why should I trust you?

If not, I'll send this
picture to the authorities.

Would you rather
talk to them?

I don't know her name.

Margé Voros brought her here.

Who's that?

She's out of your league.

Why, who's this Margé Vores?

She's running a high class
brothel on Miksa Falk Street.

Why take photos of the girl?

For the catalogue.

That's how the politicians
pick the girls.

You mean she was a
callgirl for politicians?

Actually, just the Upper Chamber.

The Lower Chamber is
full of riff-raff.

She was plucked
by Margé Voros.

Marg6 took her from Csuli.

Csuli let that happen?

No one can touch Margd.

She's protected.

Who's protecting her?

Skublics, you hear me?

Who's protecting her?

Get In!

You're running a
taxi service, too?

We're giving you a ride home.

Why pay for a taxi?

Go.

You look like shit.

The beauty parlor was closed.

I heard you're pretty
busy these days.

Since when does a
lowlife reporter...

mess with a police
captain's inquiry?

Three years ago.

When your corrupt
predecessor went down.

Thanks to the help
of this reporter.

It was team work.

We did it for the
good of the city.

This isn't where I live.

Let's take a walk.

Oh. Need a light?

How did you get that?

We found it next to a corpse
by the name of Skublics.

I could lock you up for this,
Zsigmond Gordon.

You know I didn't
kill him, right?

Convince me.

What do you want from me?

No. No. No. The question
is, what do you want?

Start at the beginning.

What were you doing
at Skublics' place?

And why did you
go talk to Csuli?

The dead girl. The one
from Nagydiéfa Street.

What's that dead girl to you?

The question is:
what is she to you?

You're getting old, Gellért.

Losing your memory.

I saw a photograph of
that girl in your office.

Now listen to me,
you shithead!

Forget about that girl.

If you keep sniffing around,

I'll have you locked
up for murder.

And thrown in the
clink and let you rot.

I wouldn't, if I were youl

Isn't it a bit early for it,
pretty boy.

What do you want?

I'm looking for a girl.

Everyone who comes here
is looking for a girl.

Come back at night.

Can I come in?

Looking good.

If this girl pulled
something shady,

I've got nothing
to do with it.

Everyone here answers
for themselves.

She didn't pull anything.

What did she do then?

She died.

So you came about Judit?

So that's her name?

You ought to know.

You knew her.

I didn't say I knew her.

I just want to find out
who killed her and why.

Didn't you notice
she was missing?

She ran away
over a week ago.

You want a drink?

I'd prefer bourbon,
if you have any.

I have everything.

Bottoms up!

And who were her clients?

No questions about my guests.

Why do I feel like you
don't want to help me?

Because you read people well.

Did she ever get phone calls?
Receive a letter?

How did you know
about the letter?

I didn't, until now.

Why did Judit run away?

A man was here.

He was looking for her.

I don't know what
happened between them.

That night she disappeared.

Who was the man?

Are you afraid of him?

How do I get rid of you?

You just have to ask nicely.

That Margo Vords sure
knows how fo ask nicely.

Too bad she's notf my type.

How much longer do
I have to wait?

Don't forget the bottle.

I'm coming.

"Dear Fanny, tomorrow
I leave for New York."

"My father is
forcing me to go."

"He became a rabbi to find
answers to all his questions."

"But fear was stronger
than his faith."

"I'll work and make enough
money to bring you over."

"Be patient. Soon we'll
be free together."

"Your Simon."

So her name was
Fanny, not Judit.

That much we know.

And that she was in love
with a rabbi's son.

None of this fits together.

What's not to understand?

Obviously, her parents
opposed the marriage.

A broken heart.

So she became a prostitute?

Others commit suicide.

I's not the same thing.

And some run all
the way to Berlin.

Murder on Nagydiofa Street

The Evening News readers are in for a
special report on a chilling crime.

A hooker was killed
on Nagydiofa Street

But that's not unusual for that
seedy neighborhood

What is unusual that [ am cerfain

that very influential people
are involved in the murder.

The kind who are
above suspicion.

Do you have the time?

This is a warning.

If you keep sniffing around,
next time you won't be so lucky.

Just a minute!

What happened to you?

Nothing.

You should see the other guy.

Who did this to you?

I have no idea.

People don't get beat up
for no reason.

It's happened before.

All right.

Sorry.

You are so beautiful.

Now, show me that finger.

Leave me alone, I'm fine.

That I can see.

Does it hurt?

Of course not.

Well, now it's going to.

Is there blood in your urine?

If I say no, are you going
to kick me in the kidneys?

Two days of bed rest.

OK, OK.
Whatever you say.

I know you're lying.

If you know, then why bother?

Left, left, left, left.
Left-right-left. That's it.

Coach!

What happened to you?

Someone didn't like my face,
so he rearranged it for me.

Who was that bastard?

I was hoping you'd know.

What did he look like?

I couldn't get a good
look at him in the dark.

But he was big as an ox.

No teeth left on top.

And his nose looked like
someone hit him with a shovel.

That might be Pojva.

He was a good boxer but
didn't go the distance.

He started drinking.

Ladies and gentlemen! The
fight begins in 5 minutes!

Place your bets.

On my left, the one
and only Bogar.

And Pojva, at two to one.

Are you Pojva?

Who wants to know?

The last guy you
beat to a pulp.

Who hired you?

Daddy! Give me money!

What for?

I'm hungry.

Get lost!

Pojva, you're up!

Here's a Pengd.

Take it

I'm still too young to do that.

You don't have to do anything.

Just take it.

That's a nice scarf.

Where did you get it?

Daddy gave it to me.

Krisztina?

What's wrong?

What happened?

Nothing.

I went to take some photos
at Margé Vords' place.

Are you crazy?

I thought it was important.

It hurts there, too.

Same here.

Three.

Fourteen.

Fourteen.

Hello, Zsigmond.

Hello, Senator.

Six.

Nine.

What do you want? I already
told you everything.

You told me nothing.

You know a lot
more than that.

I don't like it when people
threaten my girlfriend.

Well, I didn't think you
were the lovey-dovey type.

And why should I care?

These negatives were hanging
at Skublics' apartment.

That's Skublics' problem.

Skublics no longer
has any problems.

The only problem is they
think I killed him.

And did you?

Did you?

Why would I do that?

Perhaps to please a wealthy client.

Tell me...

What are you afraid of?

Who are you afraid of?

Who came to see the
girl that night?

I don't want to see you here again

What are you doing here?

Well, if it isn't Mira!

Or would you rather
I call you princess?

Miral

I'm in a hurry.

Wait, wait.

There was a girl
here named Judit.

What do you know about her?

She's dead.

Did you know her?
Did you ever talk to her?

She never talked to anybody.

Only to Miss Teréz.
She makes our clothes.

What do you
know about Teréz?

I don't know anything.

Mira, you're lying.

Her name is Teréz Okros.

Will you be my wife?

What do you mean?

Let's pretend we are married
and you need a new wardrobe.

I see.

Good idea.

I got another wire from London.

They want to do a
show of my pictures.

I have to decide by tomorrow.

You know what
I think about that.

No, Zsigmond, I don't know.

Let's talk about
it tonight, OK?

OK.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Teréz Okrés.

Why?

I want to have a dress
made for my wife.

I heard she is very good.

I'm Teréz.

Come in.

This way, please.

In here.

Can I offer you a biscuit?

Thank you.

Have a biscuit.

Oh, thank you.

There's plenty.

Sit down.

I sit enough all day.

We're not tired, ma'am.

Don't you ma'am me.

I'm 45, and I earn my keep.

These are great, can
I have another one?

Help yourself, they're
in the kitchen.

Come over here.

Take off your coat.

Do you get a lot of work?

I could do with more.

I'd like a wool coat.

With a fur collar.

SERVANT'S LICENSE

Do you need help?

Oh, no, I just...

this women's stuff
always bores me.

I'm going out...
for a smoke.

A name.

A familiar narme in her
servant's ficense.

All we are missing is the
final prece of the puzzie.

Did you get run over
by a steamroller?

I'd have preferred that.

Valéria, I need your help.

I have to take a
look in the archive.

Zsigmond, your ten minutes was
up an hour and a half ago.

Just another minute.

That's what you
said at midnight.

Did your lover
give you the boot?

You look miserable.

I haven't slept at all.

Well, I have.

As a matter of fact,
I'm still asleep.

Excuse me.

I don't want to take advantage
of your friendship.

Never mind. I had
to get up anyway.

I have to leave for
Berlin in an hour.

We are opening a new
factory tomorrow.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Please, have a seat.

How can I be of service?

I'm in a bit of a bind.

The cops are after me, and everyone else
has declared open season on me.

How do you think
I can help you?

Please, sit.

You have connections
I could only dream of.

What's this all about?

Lately, I've been working
on a story involving a girl.

What did she do?

Nothing, just a broken heart.

And you need my
help for that?

Her father forbade her to see
her lover, and she ran away.

That's a boring story.

Not really.

The girl ended up
on Rakéczi Street.

That's where she got snapped up
by a hood named Jézsi Laborans.

He's a pimp.

You know how he turns them?

First, he gives them a
real good beating.

Would you like a coffee?

I'd rather have a bourbon.

It's too early for that.

Trust me.

This is something special.

Arabica has an entirely
different aroma.

It's a finicky plant,
but worth the trouble.

If the beating doesn't work,
they blackmail the girl.

She can become a whore
or go to the workhouse.

Where you get syphilis
on the first day.

Many people drink it
with milk and sugar.

In some places, with
cinnamon and cardamom.

Or even with pepper.

The father even managed to get the
girl's lover sent to America.

Did you know that the Ethiopians
put a pinch of salt in it?

The girl's name was
Fanny Szdllésy.

Fanny Szdllésy?

I don't have a daughter.

ADAY IN THE LIFE OF
THE SZOLLOSY FAMILY

Is this the daughter
you don't have?

Please, Andras, the maid
has packed your bags.

Sorry for my appearance,
I wasn't expecting guests.

A bourbon?

Are you a mind reader?

I just know my
husband's friends.

Your husband just convinced
me to have a coffee instead.

You must forgive him.

Coffee is his life.

Where did this come from?

Irma, please, go
back upstairs.

Do you know anything
about my daughter?

Have you seen her?
Have you met her?

Irma, go back upstairs.

Where is she?

Say something!

I'm sorry.

What's that?

What's on that paper?

What's that paper?

Andras!

What is that?

The autopsy report.

There is no name on this.

It's just a piece of paper,
doesn't prove anything.

This girl was pregnant.

It couldn't be our daughter.

Are you going to tell her?

Or should 1?7

For a long time you didn't know what
happened to your daughter, either.

Until about two weeks ago. When you
stopped by Margé Véros' place.

And you saw a new girl.

Your own daughter.

Then you realized who your politician
buddies were fooling around with.

You knew?

You knew where she was?

And you didn't tell me?

I was losing my
mind and you knew?

You knew all along?

Then, Fanny disappeared
from the brothel, too.

So you asked your minister buddy
to have them look for her.

That's how Police Chief
Gellért got involved.

Naturally, you hid the fact
that it was your daughter.

And they were only
looking for a whore.

And they sent a former boxer
named Pojva after her.

But Pojva decided
to rob her, too.

But Fanny resisted.

She died from the blow.

Don't, Irmal

How could you?

How could you?

I just wanted her
to come home.

You drove her away from home.

You know how stubborn she was.

Do you have any idea how
she must have suffered?

Any idea?

It's your fault she
ended up on the street.

It's your fault she
sold her body.

It's your fault she's dead.

You killed her.

She was about to turn 21.

At least I gave her
a decent burial.

Teréz Okros'
servant's license.

So that's how you
put it together?

We hired her when
Fanny was born.

Why didn't you let your daughter
love whoever she wanted?

The son of a rabbi?

In this day and age?

Don't you know what's
going on here?

I had to protect her.

Even from herself?

You don't understand anything.

I'm Jewish too
but my family converted.

But nothing is
enough for them.

I lost everything.

Everything.

Shall we cut the
cake, Andras?

You haven't touched your coffee?
Don't let it get cold.

How do you take it?

Cream and lots
of sugar for me.

But Andras takes his
black, right Andras?

Of course.

As usual.

Are you arresting me?

On the contrary, today I was
instructed to drop your case.

I know who murdered the girl.

The case is closed.

Here you go.

I almost forgot.

It's yours.

So I didn't kill
Skublics, then?

What's going to happen
with Margé and Csuli now?

Someone else would
replace them.

At least we already
know them.

You've become a real
piece of shit, Gellért.

Just a realist.

If they'd told you
to get rid of me,

would you have done it?

Do I have to answer that?

You already did.

Gyuri, have you
seen Krisztina?

She just left.

Did she say where
she was going?

Well, she wasn't
going to the store.

She had a few suitcases.

Thank you.

I had a rough day yesterday.

Every day is a rough
day with you.

When will you be back?

I don't know.

We could have some tea.

Goodbye, Zsigmond!

'A shocking tragedy fook place
on Tuesday af a villa in Buda.

Baron Andrds Sz0li0sy,

the well-known coffee
importer was killed by...

WIFE

fook his own life.”

Mr.Reporter, sir!

Good evening.

- What can I get you?
- Just a pack of smokes.

The usual.

Buy a few packs.
They're half price.

Thanks, one pack is enough.

I'm selling everything
at half price.

- The whole shop.
- Are you moving, Kovach?

I'm getting out of here.
I'm leaving on Sunday.

What's the big hurry?

Look, Mr.Reporter.

One arm and decrepit.

I got used to all that.

But now...

all of a sudden I'm a Jew.

That's too much
of a good thing.

But you are a war veteran.

Tell that to whoever threw a brick
through my window last night.

Come on, Kovach!

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

After all,
this is Budapest.