All language subtitles for Karhozat (Damnation) - Bela Tarr - Hongarije1988 - SubEn

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DAMNATION

Let me in!

What for?

Let me in!

I've been thinking things over.

One has to learn
to make one's own decisions.

I'm staying with my family.

I'm going to try
to make my daughter

different from us.

She'll have a different life.

We won't have
to explain to her.

Let me in!

Go away!

Why can't you love me?

I love you and you know it.

You've got nothing to lose,
Karrer.

All you're risking
is your own skin.

Take a look around.

You visit five rotten bars
a day.

You collapse into your bunk
at night.

It's time you moved
out of here for a while.

What do you say?

You can't go on drinking
cheap brandy endlessly.

All it does is stupefy you.

It destroys your brain
and puffs up your liver.

I knew an old bum
whose hands were so shaky

he wrapped a scarf round his wrist
to get his glass up to his mouth.

He didn't stay here long.

I've never been abroad.
A change would do me good.

You go to the given address,

pick up the package
and bring it here.

You get 20% as travelling expenses.

Make it more tempting for me.

That's all you get.

It's not the money.

I just don't feel like
leaving here.

It's up to you.
I wanted to help...

What if...

I know someone

who would collect the package,

for the 20%.

Plus petrol.

Petrol?
You can't even drive.

I'm talking about someone else.

I can't trust just anybody.

Neither can I.

It's finished

It's all over

Over

And there won't be another

It won't be good

Ever again

Never more

Maybe never more

It's like a nightmare

All of it

Maybe

Where is somebody new?

Where will he come from?
If he comes

Or won't he come

Ever again?

Maybe never more

Take it or leave it
This is what you're stuck with

What can you do?

You lose your words

Yet you cannot go

It's been over for a llong time

It's good that utopia eXists

Good to know

I won't be here llong

Take it or lleave it

Say, honey, why?

Over now?

And there won't be another

It won't be good

Ever again

Maybe never more

He's got my soul

Things are going his way

Without him
This world is barren

With him
Life is full and happy

Silly

Never again

Maybe never more

It's over

All over

There's no end

No end now

It can't fade

And it won't fade

Ever again

Never maybe

Maybe never more

Leave my wife alone!

You're misunderstanding things.

I see. All right.

The next time I find you here,

I'll break your neck.

He's completely insane.

Take my advice,

and don't go looking for trouble.

Go home now and go to bed.

All they can do
is get you into trouble.

That woman is...

a witch.

And her husband has had it.

He'll never get away
with all that debt he's piled up.

It will happen to anyone
who makes a pass at that woman.

That woman's a leech.

She's a bottomless swamp

who swallows you up
and sucks you in.

That's the sad end of it all, son.

Button up your coat properly.

You never know
in this weather.

The fog gets into the corners,
into the lungs.

It settles in your soul.

We'll know what to cling to
once this world explodes.

Mouth to mouth, heart to heart,
star to star.

But there'll be no shame any more
and the veil comes off.

I'm talking about Maya's veil.

That obscures people's minds.

Gorgey was some strategist.

He told Paskievics:

"Look, if you want to kill Hungarians,
do it in an internal war.

"All I'm asking is a million.

"For my honour?

"Who would be witness to that?

"Who would see about it?"

It's true...

I could offer this to someone else
but I thought of you.

The trip's only three days.

You pick up the parcel
and bring it home.

- How much?
- 20%.

All right.

This way, it's a nice family story.

But it finishes
like any other story.

Because stories end badly.

stories are all
stories of disintegration.

The heroes always disintegrate

and they disintegrate
the same way.

If they didn't,

it wouldn't be disintegration
but revival.

And I'm not talking about revival
but disintegration.

Irrevocable disintegration.

So, what's about to happen here

is just one form of ruin
among the million that exist.

So if they put you in jail
because of your debts,

don't count on temporary ruin.

Because this ruin is always final,

as ruin generally is.

At the same time,

there might just be a way
to stop this ruin.

Mainly with money,
and not by playing the hero.

Perhaps a single crack
can be covered over...

I like the rain.

I like to watch the water
run down the window.

It always calms me down.

I don't think about anything,
I just watch the rain.

I'm not attached to anything
any more.

I don't depend on anyone.

I am going to leave.

Because nothing is stable here.

I can't trust anyone.

I know that I'm alone.
I know it well.

But I can't give up
and I won't give up.

Big city crowds will applaud me.
I will be a winner.

I don't let others drag me down.

One must return to beauty.

Rediscover life again.

The joy of great things.

The taste of victory and success.

And that's where you've failed.

Because you've given up.

You've killed the love
and decency in yourself.

You'll come to a bad end.

Because one cannot live
without love and decency.

You really might be stronger than me.

You don't know what I can do.

And I can't.

Do you know the Old Testament,
young man?

"Though they blow the trumpet

"and make everything ready,

"no one shall go into battle,
for my wrath is upon the whole crowd.

"Outside is the sword,
inside are plague and famine.

"Those in the country
shall die by the sword,

"those in the city will be devoured
by famine and plague.

"All who survive and escape
shall go to the mountains,

"moaning like the doves of the valleys,

"each for his own sins.

"Hands shall go limp,
knees shall become weak as water.

"Horror shall descend upon them.

"They shall throw their silver
into the streets,

"their gold shall be unclean.

"Their silver and gold cannot save
them on the day of the Lord's wrath.

"They may not satisfy their hunger
or fill their stomachs with it,

"for it has made them stumble
into sin.

"I turn my face away from them,

"and they will desecrate
my treasured place.

"The land is full of bloodshed
and the city is full of violence.

"I bring the most wicked
of the nations

"to take possession of their houses.

"When terror comes,

"they shall seek peace,
but there shall be none.

"They shall seek a vision
from the prophet,

"the teaching of the law
by the priest shall be lost,

"and so shall the counsel of the elders.

"The hands of the people of the land
shall tremble.

"I shall deal with them
according to their conduct...

"and by their own standards
I shall judge them.

"Then they shall know...

"that I am the Lord."

I see you have to go.
I won't keep you any longer.

- Let's go out for dinner.
- Our accounts are settled.

There's nothing for you here.

I don't understand.

What don't you understand?

I still don't understand.

You will one day.

But I want to understand now.

- Then understand now!
- But I don't understand.

You will one day.

Let's go out for dinner.

Let go of me!

Dirty little sniper!

Calm down!

You won't get away with it!
No way!

You'll rot like a rat!

- You're totally crazy!
- Leave me alone!

Let me go!

- Take it easy!
- Get out of here!

- Leave me alone!
- Stop it!

Leave me alone!
Get out of here!

- Leave me alone.
- Listen to me!

- I'm sorry.
- I've had enough of you.

I didn't mean to hurt you.
Stop or I'll kill you!

Leave me alone!

I didn't mean to hurt you.
You know I didn't.

Get away from me.

You are right about everything.

I admit you are right
about everything.

You know that I love you.

I couldn't lie to you now.
I will change.

I promise I'll change,
but you have to help me.

Hit me if you want to...

When you looked at me yesterday,

I realized something.

I realized that, between you
and a world forever out of reach,

there is a strange
and empty tunnel.

I don't know anyone else
who knows that road.

You're standing alone
at the entrance to the tunnel

because you know something
I can't even put a name on,

something deeper
and more ruthless

than I can ever understand.

I realize that I can never get closer
to that world.

I can only long for it, because
it is hidden by a light and warmth

that I cannot bear.

I have been able neither to believe in it
nor to renounce it.

Yesterday I realized
I had made a fatal mistake.

If I were to lose you,

it would be the unforgivable end
of me,

because I know nothing
about that unnameable world.

Since you are part of it,

you mean the world to me.
That can never change.

Please don't repudiate me.

Let me see you
and I'll do anything for you.

Kick me, spit at me
and I'll return again and again

for you to kick and spit at.

Because you are right,

you are ruthlessly right.

And I really do love you.

Are you just going
to stand there?

I sit by the window and look out
completely in vain.

For years and years
I've been sitting there,

and something always tells me
that I'll go mad the next moment.

But I don't go mad
the next moment,

and I have no fear of going mad

because fear of madness
would mean

that I'd have to cling to something.

Yet I don't cling to anything.

I cling to nothing,
but everything clings to me.

They want me to look at them.

To look at the hopelessness
of things.

To watch as a scruffy dog
outside my window,

under the pewter sky
in the torrential rain

walks up to a puddle
and has a drink.

They want me to watch
the pitiful effort

everyone makes
in trying to speak

before they drop
into the grave.

But there's no time,
for they are already falling.

And they want this irreversibility
of things to drive me mad

but the next second
they want me not to go mad.

Once I almost talked about that
with a woman.

I told her that I hated her,
that I'd never loved her.

Yet I didn't hate her
just like I'd never loved her.

I wanted to know
if it made sense to speak at all.

I told her that I hated
her tenderness, her faithfulness,

her being so neat and precise.

I was revolted by the blind trust
with which she clung to me.

She looked at me disapprovingly

and went off
to heat up my supper.

I just stood there and yelled.

For three days, we stayed indoors.
She kept walking behind me.

She only started crying
the second day.

She stood crying in her nightie.

She didn't sob, she just whimpered.
Just wailing without moving.

Then she crawled into the corner
and would not move.

I was looking at her nightie.

All I saw was the nightie,
that lacy nylon nightie.

Then I jumped on her.

I pulled it and tore it,
I ripped it.

But she still didn't understand,

she just kept clinging to me
and repeating something to me.

Then she went into the bathroom
and locked the door.

I just watched the buckets of coal
in the air

and counted them.

Then I started all over again
and counted them again.

I don't know how long it lasted.

It was dawn by the time
I broke the door down.

It was what I'd expected,

but even so it shocked me.

I couldn't believe

that frail body
had so much blood in it.

Just as I'd never have believed

there'd be somebody I could trust
the way I trust you,

somebody who could make me believe
it is worth speaking.

I know you understand that I love you
and that it's not over.

And that you're able to step out
of this story like any other.

And I don't want anything,

only that we should get out
of this pigsty for ever

and never lose each other again.

So now it's me
you want to look at?

I'd do the basest things
to make you choose me.

Maybe.

But my husband arrives
tomorrow evening.

The problem
is I'm afraid of children.

Because those innocent
bright blue eyes,

those blond plaits,

those tinkling voices,

hide a stealthy
and ruthless power

and its purpose is to maintain

the madness of hopelessness.

To give a new incentive

to the reality
beating on our eardrums,

to ridicule all resistance

without the tiniest chance
of salvation.

Yet they proclaim
a minute chance of salvation

- resurrection itself -

in such a way that we cannot escape
its elemental continuity.

Perhaps it just means
that I have given up,

that I'm a coward,
a god-awful coward.

I don't even dare hope my fate
will change for the better.

All I do is make excuses
for my cowardice through nausea.

How about thinking of something
other than yourself for once?

Can't you understand?

I've grown old.

I'm a wreck
who doesn't dare do anything.

That's the surest sign
of getting old.

Even before your teeth fall out,

before you go bald,

before you destroy your liver,

your courage departs
and you haven't the guts

to do what you would have done
before

for the slightest chance of success.

Your problem is that you see things
from your angle.

You think it makes a difference

what you think
about yourself or others.

You should realize that things
have an order in the world

and you can't do anything
to upset it.

Others get old, too.

Do you think
we are all cowards?

No.

I know that you yourself
are just cautious.

All right. Drink up.
I'm closing.

Give me another one.

This is the last.

I wish I knew

what makes you think
you'll survive anything and anyone?

Why don't things
have an effect on you?

I don't understand that.

There are lots of things
you don't understand, Karrer.

Doesn't matter.

Drink! You, too!

There's always a chance
to escape.

There may be cracks
in the fabric of things.

But there's always a chance.

Only you won't get away with it!

If I don't break your neck,
someone else will.

You'll come to a bad end,
I'm sure.

I'll drink to that.

And to you!

I can put up with your friend
less and less.

What's wrong with him?

I don't like people

who try to cheat you
from the start.

He has a lot to learn
before he takes me on.

He shouldn't try it
at my expense.

He cheated you?

The package has been opened.

- Things are missing.
- Why not ask?

He'd say it was damaged
on the journey.

Is there a lot of damage?

I have my safety margins.

But I need to be reliable.

You know me,

people can talk to me,

discuss things.
I've got a good heart.

He should be glad
I pulled him out of trouble.

I'll never understand his kind.

I'm just sitting here
Mourning for you, darling

Counting the time
Until I'm seventy

We never had a son

But others had more to lose.

But I won't see you after death, love

Because I didn't believe in it

And you had your doubts

It's just around twilight
When I think of you

I see your tired forehead
In the dust

What a lovely colourful crowd.
A party.

Dance!

Arms and legs,
waists and shoulders

working in perfect harmony!

The way they speak...

movements,

glances that raise the dancer
over earthly troubles.

The young are so lovely!

Believe me,

there is nothing like
finding one another,

when there is music
that warms the heart.

Two hands clasped together,

one foot senses
where the other will step.

And follows, no matter where
the other steps.

Because it believes
they'll be flying from now on.

From every swing and turn.

Who knows? Perhaps...

it is flying.

Go on, young man,

before it's too late.

Believe me, there is nothing worse
in a man's life

than when he realizes
that those he loves,

those he feels are friends...

well, when suddenly it turns out

that they are on a fatal path

and cannot find the proper way again.

Because their sins prevent them

from ever becoming honest citizens
again,

because they have lost the chance
for ever

to live freely
with a clear conscience

under the protection of the law,
enjoying their days.

So it was this awful inner tension
that brought me here

setting the affectionate friend in me
aside

to fulfil my duties,

because of my deep respect for order.

Please do not consider my report
as a confidential case.

But cheap tattling.

And I authorize you, if necessary,

to mention my name.

Since I have told you everything,

aware of my responsibilities,

and facing
all the consequences...

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