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(bow creaks)

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- [Narrator] To avoid conflict between Romania and Hungary

that would've prevented German plans,

the two parts are invited to Vienna

to negotiate directly and solve their problems.

Germany's Foreign Affairs minister, Joachim Von Ribbentrop,

announces on the 30th of August, 1940,

the Second Vienna Accord.

Romania is obliged to give 43,942 square meters

of its territory to Hungary,

The accord redrew the boundaries of Transylvania,

forever changing the lives of many local communities.

This is their story.

(chickens clucking)

(happy music)

(children yelling playfully)

(goat bellows)

- [Neighbor] Good day, Mr. Gavrila.

- [Mr. Gavrila] Good day.

- Is it your birthday?

- Please don't remind me.

I'm 50 today.

- Oh, but you look great.

You don't look a day over 70.

- Very funny, Bogdan.

You've always been a comedian.

That's why you didn't finish school.

Come on, boy. Let's go.

Good day.

All the best.

- Hello. - Hello, good morning.

- Good day, Ms. Sika.

You're joining us tonight, is that right?

- Of course, as soon I they finish the tests.

Oh, I hope that Toderas didn't make a lot of mistakes

because I helped him.

- Well, I don't know.

See you later. - Thank you.

- Good day. - Good day.

- Come on.

(happy music)

- Whoa.

(ominous tones)

What do we have here?

I hope you have a hunting permit for this.

- Of course I do.

- It looks like you're planning a big party tonight.

- Well, it's not such a big deal,

but you're also welcome to join us.

(dreamy music)

- Isn't she beautiful?

(men sighing)

- Has something, hard to tell.

- Well, you know, you're right.

I kind of messed up the ingredients.

- Brandy could have been the best,

the best batch if the boiler didn't explode.

- To tell you the truth, my friend,

I wouldn't put this stuff in my tractor.

(laughing)

Let me bring you a real drink; some Hungarian moonshine.

- Well, bring it. We'll see.

- It looks like we going to have a new neighbor again.

What do you want a boy or a girl?

- That doesn't really matter.

Just to be healthy.

- Exactly.

No matter what, but should be a boy.

Why don't you admit it?

You've been driving us mad about what you're going to do

if we're gonna have a boy.

- I'll give you little quail egg for good luck.

For you. (laughs)

- Tasty.

- [Man] Cheers.

(laughing)

- It's good moonshine.

- Ah the best, the best. - Very good.

Moon shine don't lie, don't lie.

Politicians and poetry like us,

moonshine don't lie.

(folk music)

- So happy to be here. - Welcome, welcome.

I'm so glad to see you.

- [Ludita] It's nice to see you.

- Ludita, I swear you get prettier every time I see you.

- She never changed a bit. - That's what you said

last time as well. - Welcome.

- Well, it's the truth. - Good to see you.

- Welcome. - Oh good to see you.

- Do you want to say something?

- What?

- Rozalia.

- What about her?

- Yes. I know.

(bright music)

- I heard rumors, really bad rumors from up the mountain

'til the end of the valley.

- Rumors. What rumors?

(ominous music)

- Basarabia, Northern Bucovina.

Both were taken from Romania in July.

And now they are under Kosak sleeper.

- Under Kosak slippers?

- So to speak.

It is the Russian power.

It's going to happen here as well.

- Wait a minute.

The Russians are coming to Transylvania?

- The Hungarians, Hitler checks the maps

and zig zag, zig zag, zig zag.

But he likes the most: zig, zig, zig.

Hungary, Hungary, Hungary.

- But they are here.

The Hungarians are here.

- Yes, but Horthy is not here.

- What does the King say? - He left?

- No. - So his son

can take his place.

- This is nonsense.

- This is not the first time I heard this news.

from Costanta to Cluj everyone knows.

- Listen, I am always in contact with Bucharest.

If they were planning anything like this,

I definitely would have known.

- I really hope you are right,

but for our sake and everyone's,

listen very carefully.

(exclaims)

All the best, Gavrila. - Cheers.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

(sighing)

- Gavrila, this is by far the worst brandy

'til now that I have put my lips upon.

Can I have another?

(men laughing)

- [Gavrila] I knew you would have liked this.

Let's drink.

(kids yelling out playfully)

(sighing)

- You filthy little annoying Jew.

- What happened here?

I'm really sorry about this.

- No problem at all.

- You're behaving like little rowdy, beavers.

You must be careful.

Children are children.

We were all children once.

- Thank you.

- I can see how you look to each other.

Why don't you go and talk to her?

- You see?

- No, I don't want to talk about this.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Mai, mai.

- May God help you.

- Happy birthday. - Happy birthday.

- Thank you.

- I kept watching you

and was wondering if you'd like to maybe...

- I'd love to.

(singing in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

- May I cut in?

This was only half a dance.

Don't you like how I dance?

- You dance good.

- Yeah?

(bright music)

- Stop right now.

Don't be stupid.

- Leave her alone.

- Take your hands off me, you filthy Jew.

(ominous tones)

- I already told you, leave her alone.

- You know what your problem is?

You come from nothing and you're going nowhere.

- Pista, how crazy are you?

I'd really like to find out.

(punch thuds)

(kicking thudding)

- Oh no. - What is he doing?

(Pista exclaims)

(tisking)

(tense music)

- Boys, boys. - Oh no.

- Oh my God. - I am the law here.

Do you understand?

- He's not talking.

- See what happens when you make your moonshine too strong?

Boys will always be boys.

(singing in foreign language) (bright music)

- Ow.

Ow.

- Don't be such a baby.

(wincing)

- It hurts.

(bright music)

(singing in foreign language)

(whistling)

Ow.

(bright music)

- [Man] What is it, Pista?

- I need Ileana's help.

- Ileana!

- Mom has got a fever.

- [Man] Go ahead.

- I'll be right back.

(wincing)

(gentle music)

Go get some water. Make it hot.

- [Pista's Mom] I cannot get along with him

since his father passed away.

- He's young.

He'll get over it.

Pista, mix it well.

Make sure she drinks it.

If she's not well by morning, come and get me.

(thoughtful music)

(thoughtful music)

- Someone left the top gate open again,

took me a long time to round up the herd.

Good thing we didn't lose any cows.

What is it?

- [Older Man] Are you happy?

- Is this about that drunken idiot, about Pista?

- Are you proud of what you've done?

You try to beat up a police officer.

- But he was touching Rozalia.

- I saw you dancing with her

and afterwards she danced with Pista.

She wasn't allowed?

- Well yes, but Pista was touching her without her consent.

- Sandor, we are the outcome of decisions we make.

- Yes, I know, you already told me this.

I forgot.

And you also said she's not Jewish

and I shouldn't pursue her.

Tradition, that's more important.

(tense music)

(rocks clattering)

- Who's out there?

I see you.

I know you are there.

Pista!

- Good day.

- [Rozalia] What are you doing?

Spying on me?

- No, no, no, no, no.

I was just checking if there were kids around the river.

They're hanging nearby the water unsupervised

and this waterfall is very, very dangerous.

They can easily drown.

- [Rozalia] In the bushes?

- I was just passing by and I saw you.

I know that I shouldn't have hidden,

but I feel a little guilty about last night.

- Last night?

No law prohibits walking through the bushes, I guess.

- Last night I had a bit too much to drink you.

- You weren't the only one.

Don't worry about it, it happens.

- Friends?

- Fine.

All right, Pista we're friends.

(ominous tones) (Pista chuckles)

I thought you said we're friends.

I thought you said friends.

No.

Pista, no.

No.

No.

No, no, no.

Pista no.

No.

Pista wait.

It shouldn't happen this way.

Give me a chance to undress.

My clothes are getting dirty.

See?

(Pista chuckles)

- Rozalia, you don't even know

how long I've been dreaming about this moment.

- Your dream, is about to come true.

(girls laughing) (Pista exclaims)

- [Friend] Good job.

- [Radio Reporter] Signed and ratified by all parties.

And that concludes our special broadcast from Vienna.

(speaking in foreign language)

You know what?

Hungary finally got off its knees

and had claimed back what was hers.

- What are you talking about?

- Oh my God.

Don't you know?

- What?

- The Vienna Accord was signed by Hitler.

Transylvania is ours, the Hungarians.

Whose side are you on?

(tense music)

(thunder crashing)

Old stupid fool.

- Hi Sandor. How are you?

I'm happy to see you.

Let me give you a double.

- I just heard that Hitler signed a treaty

that Transylvania now belongs to Hungary.

- Huh, and that's worrying you?

- So it's not true then?

- Papers just papers.

We are all friends here, right?

The Romanians, Hungarians, what's the difference?

And who would want to change that?

- I hope you're right.

(thunder crashing)

- I have a weird feeling as if I'm afraid.

I don't know why.

- Because you're in love?

- No, it's not that, I'm serious.

It's like, there's something bad around us.

(ominous tones)

(thudding)

(pensive music)

- Leaving, leaving, he's leaving.

- Going somewhere?

- Sandor!

- Papers, just paperwork.

- Why are you afraid, you are Hungarian?

- I'm Romanian Hungarian, so what?

- You have two weeks to leave if you want that.

- Why would I want that?

I won't leave if others decide for me.

Not ever.

- Some have left.

Maybe they know why.

- So that's it?

You're running away?

- There is going to be a new mayor.

Why should I stay?

- Who is it.

- A Hungarian of course.

- Really? We are the ones who will decide.

And we will vote for you.

- Right.

- Such days are long gone.

- So it's already decided.

Who is it?

- Who is it?

Farago. - Farago?

- Farago!

(glass shatters)

(bell chimes)

(angelic music)

- Brothers and sisters,

our force, endurance and faith

are now being challenged more than ever.

Let us all live together in peace

and not respond to evil with evil.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Let him drink.

Do not get overwhelmed by evil.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Be a good boy.

(thoughtful music)

- Rest a little bit and then we'll go.

- Is there water?

- What happened?

- As you can see, the little one is tired of being alone.

He is unpatient.

He just wants to be cuddled.

- Soon enough you're going to want another one.

- Victor, when are you gonna buy us drinks?

As far as I can see you'll soon be the proud father

of a young boy.

- I don't know.

I'm worried.

I don't think it's normal to find out today

that you're in a different country with a new citizenship.

I'm losing my mind.

- I don't know what to say.

I'm thinking about leaving the country.

I know it sounds odd.

- Good.

We go.

What about our land?

It's still ours.

What about our animals?

I can't just gather a few clothes and leave for good.

My house!

I can't just leave my house.

- But how could we leave?

- That idiot, he wasn't even able to grow a lousy mustache.

He didn't realize we are families, we have homes.

How can we leave just like that?

- Maybe these people are not so inhumane.

They have families.

They're afraid of God.

- [Boy] Announcement from the mayor.

- I hope you're right.

- [Boy] Announcement from the mayor.

Announcement from the mayor.

Announcement from the mayor.

Transylvania belongs to Hungary.

Everyone needs to become Hungarian or leave the country.

- [Sandor] Farago sent you here?

- Remain in your homes.

Please stay calm and comply with the new regulations.

Announcement from the mayor.

Announcement from the mayor.

Transylvania belongs to Hungary.

- Good day. - Good day.

- [Boy] Announcement from the mayor.

Everyone needs to become Hungarian or leave the country.

- Vasile told you this would not happen.

Is that so?

- That's what he said.

That lying bastard.

(languid music)

Hmm?

(Rozalia laughs)

(thoughtful music)

- [Man] Yeah let's go, let's go.

Let them be.

- I think we should try to distance ourselves

from this new Transylvania.

- And go where?

- Anywhere, except here.

- But what about our families?

What about your parents?

- They have their own lives.

Their home is here.

They're just too old to start over.

- I don't think my parents will allow me to leave.

What if your parents see us?

- I don't care.

(door closes)

(tense music)

(speaking in foreign language)

- We need to accept that we lost.

Rozalia, we're not Romanians anymore.

(unsettling music)

- I love you so much.

Wait, wait, wait a second.

- Now? Right now?

- [Rozalia] Yes, I'll be right back.

- [Sandor] Hey.

You're so beautiful.

(gentle music)

- Promise me that you will always love me.

- Of course.

Don't be silly.

(ominous music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(laughing)

- What have I done wrong?

(soldier speaking in foreign language)

What did I do?

(thumping)

(speaking in foreign language)

- What the hell are you doing? - None of your business.

Leave.

Leave your dirty Jew!

(laughing)

I told you to leave.

- Pista, don't you think that's enough?

- This is Hungary now.

Whoever plans to help the Wallachians

becomes an enemy of Hungary.

Now leave.

- Times are changing.

I'm telling you times are changing.

Horthy's Hungary is nothing like the old Hungary.

- Good day. - Good day.

- Sandor.

Have you heard of Nusfaleau?

- I did.

It's a pity.

I just came here to ask if you heard about Treznea.

- No, what happened?

- What happened?

- It looks like the whole village is on fire.

- Oh my God. What has happened?

- [Sandor] Many people were killed.

- Wonder if aunty is okay.

- We're going to go in the morning.

- I'm not going tomorrow.

I'm going now.

- Fine, we're going now.

- I'll take her.

Please don't worry.

I'll go and prepare the cart.

- [Gavrila] Fine.

- Come. - Turick.

- Sandor, be careful.

These thugs will kill you in a second.

And they think they have a motive because you're Jewish

and a Wallachian.

- You were the one that always told me

to do the right thing.

Not what I'm being told.

And that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

(thoughtful music)

- I keep wondering how it's like to be dead.

- It's something only a dead guy could tell you.

Better we don't find out.

I don't know if I could ever live without you.

(horse neighs)

(ominous tones)

- Where are you going?

- My Aunt Maria is ill.

We need to bring her some food and medicine.

- To Treznea?

- Yes.

- I'm sure that your aunt is fine.

You better just go back home.

- We really need to go and check on her.

- I said, turn back now.

I'm sure she's being well taken care of.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Return to your homes.

- You're telling us we can't pass.

- Listen here, bastard.

- Hey.

(sad music)

(fire crackling quietly)

- Aunty Maria! - Maria!

- Aunty Maria. - Over here.

Over here. - Stay here, stay here.

Aunty Maria.

Sit down.

Are you all right?

- We were all in the church for the service.

We kept hearing shouts.

Awful language coming from the outside.

And then came the Hungarian soldiers.

They started shouting at us.

They destroyed the furniture then the ickers.

When the priest protested, they stabbed him.

People began to scream, to run.

(heartbeat thumping)

They set everything on fire.

I hid somewhere near the edge of the nave.

Everything I could hear were gunshots and yelling.

(whimpering)

They shot innocent people mercilessly.

- Sara! Josef!

Come out.

(languid music)

(horse hooves clomping) (ominous music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(ominous tones)

(gunfire pops)

(gunfire pops in the distance)

(woman vocalizing)

(gunfire pops)

(gunfire pops)

(baby cries)

(gunfire pops in the distance)

(speaking in foreign language)

(pounding at door)

- They're killing us.

They're killing us all.

(gunfire pops)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Gavrila, come on out.

- [Gavrila] Pista.

- Open up. I don't have all night.

- What does he want at this time?

- Go back to bed.

Go now.

- Let's go dear.

(gunfire pops in the distance)

Pista, what is this about?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Where's that filthy bitch.

- She went to my sister in Treznea.

I haven't seen her in a couple of days.

- Liar. (slap cracks)

Rozalia.

Rozalia.

I know you're around here somewhere.

If you care about them, come here, bitch.

- Promise me you'll stay here, no matter what happens.

- Why are you doing this?

What did I do wrong?

God is going to punish you.

- (laughing) God you say?

When I was young going to the church,

I was impressed by the walls full of martyrs,

saints and heroes.

Since then I learned they all end up the same;

bloody, alone and gone.

- Promise me you'll stay here no matter what.

All right? Promise?

- You are crazy.

- You really think your God is going to protect you

and he won't let me X you out just for this wooden box here?

- Do you really think you have absolute power over us?

- Of course.

- I just need to pull the trigger and your mighty God

should strike me right here, right now

and knock me down with his magic wand.

No? Nothing.

This is all he can.

And now I'll show him what I can.

(thudding) (woman gasps)

Look, what the cat dragged in.

Just the man that I needed.

It seems Gavrila doesn't know Rozalia's whereabouts.

I am sure that you-

- I don't know her whereabouts, Pista.

I'm here for her.

- Is that so?

You came here to be a hero?

- Pista, what have these people done to you?

- So you came all this way to plead

for their insignificant little lives.

(woman whimpers) (ominous tones)

(gunfire pops) (woman yells)

You see? It's easy.

(thudding)

(thudding) (gasping)

(ethereal music)

(clock ticking)

(speaking in foreign language)

(gasps)

- [Rozalia] Toderas!

Toderas!

- Rozalia.

(sobbing) (sad music)

- [Sandor] We need to go.

- No. - We have to.

They're here for the bodies. - No.

- I can't leave him. - You have to.

If they don't find them, they'll figure out we're here.

Come on, come on.

Let's go.

- I found another one.

(speaking in foreign language)

(ethereal music) (vocalizing)

(ominous tones)

- What did you do?

(tense music)

It's Pista!

- I have a warrant for Sandor.

Where is he?

- [Rozalia] Here.

Let's see if we can hide here.

Get in.

Good, good.

Good.

(suspenseful music)

- [Father] What could I have done?

- You could have helped her.

- Pista came with two soldiers.

- Josef, Sara?

- They're safe.

Pista has an arrest warrant on your name.

Sit down for a bit.

We are the reflection

of our education and our ambitions.

We live in a valley of blind.

- No one sees what's really happening here.

Only the devil.

(tense music)

- God, you're so beautiful.

An angel amongst humans.

I promised myself not to get emotional,

but I've been waiting for this moment.

Would you like to sit?

Thank you so much for agreeing to see me.

- [Sandor] Fane.

- Mr. Sandor, looking for Ms. Rozalia?

- Have you seen her?

- Pista and two soldiers.

- Where'd they take her?

Are you sure?

To Pista's place? - Pista, Pista.

- Okay.

- An egg?

You owe me an egg.

An egg.

- [Pista] I know I've upset you.

- All that I know is that you are diabolic,

a criminal who leaves a trail of dead bodies

wherever he goes.

- Everything you say is true.

But you're here now, I'll take care of you.

I will do anything you want.

- Yeah? Then let me get away.

- You're exactly where you're meant to be.

This is your destiny.

(knocking at door)

(speaking in foreign language)

- I'm gonna kill the person who ruined my life.

Let's not talk about this ever again.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Jeez, Rozalia dear, I have no idea

what's wrong with this boy of mine.

It's like he's completely lost his mind.

Oh no. This way.

Hunor is in front of the house, my dear.

You can go out this back door.

- Thank you.

May God bless you, thank you.

- Just go already.

(suspenseful music)

(thudding)

- I've packed everything for you.

The cart is at the end of George's fence,

outside the village.

The kids can go on the donkey's back.

It belonged to Bogdan.

When you get to Romania, you're going to need this.

- You didn't exchange it.

- No, I thought you may need them some day.

And this is for the children,

for Rozalia and for your home.

- Take care of yourself. Okay?

And look after Sandor.

- I am proud of your Sandor.

I'm proud of what you've become.

I'm proud to be able to call you my son.

God bless you.

- Take care of yourself.

- Goodbye my child.

Go.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Rozalia doesn't belong here.

(speaking in foreign language)

- My boy, we've been in this village all our life.

You're not going to make me feel shamed

with your stupid ideas.

- You no longer speak Hungarian?

- Of course I do.

But I'm ashamed.

Ashamed to speak Hungarian with all these bad things

you've been doing around here.

- Mother, do you know who I am?

I am the law around here.

This is my new destiny.

- Destiny?

My boy, destiny disappoints you.

Not once.

First when it fulfills your desires

and then when refused them.

What's wrong with you?

What is wrong with you my boy?

- Don't you ever disagree with me?

I put bread on the table.

I am in charge here.

(slap cracks) (mother exclaims)

Understand?

(crashing)

(mother sobs)

- This donkey is gonna get us killed.

Wait.

Perfect.

You stay here.

Fane.

Fane, I have a gift for you.

- Egg, an egg?

- Do you know how to keep a secret?

That's great, but remember it,

you never saw me, Rozalia or the kids, all right?

- A donkey.

- It's the best donkey in Transylvania.

It belonged to the king and now it's yours.

- This donkey? - Yes, the donkey

is my gift to you.

- A king's donkey.

- For this gift, can you tell me

where the soldiers are keeping guard tonight?

- At the police station, they are all there.

- And if I want to go to Muresenii without anyone seeing me,

which way should I go?

- Follow the water.

- The riverbank.

Fane, please remember.

You never saw me.

- I never saw you.

Not your wife, not children.

Just the king's donkey.

King's donkey.

King's donkey!

(water lapping)

(suspenseful music)

(speaking in foreign language)

- They're gone.

(tense music)

- Open up, open up!

Where's your son?

- I don't know.

- Where is he?

Is he with that whore?

I have a feeling we're getting rid of a Jew today.

- Good day Mr. Ianos.

I brought back the king's donkey.

- Where did you get it from?

Huh?

I didn't see Sandor on his way to Muresenii Campie

nor his wife or his children.

Just the king's donkey. - Sandor?

Sandor?

Did you see Sandor and Rozalia?

- Sandor said I never saw him.

And that he isn't heading to Muresenii Campie.

- Yeah, I bet that's what he said.

(kick thuds) (Fane grunting)

- [Ianos] It's too late. You cannot stop them.

- You're a bunch of filthy Jews.

(kicks thudding)

- Ianos!

(gasping)

- You're neither Hungarians nor Wallachians.

But it doesn't really matter.

(gunfire pops)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Go and fill these, Sara.

(hopeful music)

Guess who managed to get some rest last night?

- Who would have thought you can sleep in a carriage

on this bumpy road?

I need a bit of rest.

- Maybe we'll find a place to rest

for a few hours in Muresenii.

Try to stay awake until we get there.

Everything'll be fine.

(ominous tones)

- Don't move.

Sara, Josef, shh.

(dogs howling)

- What are you doing?

(dogs growling)

Josef.

I can't believe that you did that.

(tense music)

(tense dramatic music)

(gunfire pops)

You sit here and wait for me until I come back.

Promise?

(gunfire pops)

Pista, are you scared?

- Me, scared?

- Please don't be ashamed.

I can see it in your face.

- This fear?

No. This is hatred.

- Kinda hard to tell the difference

with a face like yours.

- I thought you didn't kill innocent people.

- [Sandor] Depends.

If I have to, I'll make some exceptions.

- Don't worry.

Everything will be all right.

- You can't make us all think alike.

You will never be able to stop us from fighting.

- You're dreaming.

Romania doesn't stand a chance against Hungary.

You're twice as many people as us, but twice as cowards.

(gunfire pops)

- Sara!

Sara, Sara.

Sara.

Sara.

(ethereal music)

Sara.

(vocalizing)

- God bless you. - Good day.

- Are you coming from afar?

- We're coming from Ip.

We'd like to go to Romania.

- I see.

Times are tough.

Come, come follow me.

(thoughtful music)

May God forgive them.

I went to Cluj so I could testify

and tell them what the troops are doing in our village.

- Please be careful

so what happened in Ip won't happen here too.

- There's so much pain, so much evil, so many lies.

It's as if God has stopped hearing our prayers.

I'm starting to lose my faith.

- I've heard this in the past.

I've seen so many religions

in the eyes of so many criminals.

- And why doesn't God stop them?

- Well, God wants his religion to be

actions of righteousness and courage to help those in need,

for the ones who can't defend themselves,

for the goodness and the wellbeing

which God wishes for everyone.

- That's true Father.

But one thing I'm certain of, if we can't make it,

I'll grab a shovel and I'll help you dig my grave.

- I love you, Sandor.

And I'll never grow apart from us.

No matter the hard times we're going through.

- I love you too.

I've always loved you.

Rozalia, will you marry me?

- Is it from your mother?

- Yes, but my father picked it.

This means, you said, yes, right?

- Yes, yes yes.

Yes.

I want to be with you, but not in Romania.

You once said that you'd do anything to make me happy.

You still mean it?

- But why not in Romania?

- Can't you see what's happening now?

The Jews are to blame

because Romania has lost Basarabia and Bucovina.

Hitler has other plans in regards to your people.

Do you really think Bucharest will go against his will?

- Anyway, it's gonna be better than here.

- I don't want to go somewhere

where I'd constantly be worried about your life.

- Why would you be worried?

You have nothing to be worried about.

I'm not doing anything wrong.

Why would I be in trouble?

- Because of this.

- Don't listen to the stupid things they're saying.

(tense music)

Pista.

Run to the forest.

Don't stop until you get to the border. Okay?

Then don't wait for me.

(priest grunting)

- Where are they?

(punch thudding) (tense dramatic music)

Tell me, where are they?

(gunfire pops)

(gunfire pops)

(woman sobbing)

- [Woman] Father.

- Don't be afraid.

Pista wants me alive.

(man yelling) (dogs growling)

All that moves in our land:

Rivers, trees.

(suspenseful music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(gunfire pops)

(Sandor yells in pain)

- [Onlooking Soldier] What are you doing?

- Trying to even his chances.

- You really should have accepted my offer.

(growling)

(thudding)

- [Soldier] It's hard to aim.

(thudding) (Sandor grunting)

- [Sandor] I don't kill women and children.

- I do.

I'm trying to make the world

(Sandor yells out in pain) a better place.

- And people like me have to be killed

so the world can be a better place?

- That's right.

That's the idea behind it.

(slaps cracking)

Look at me.

Look at me.

I want the last face you see, Sandor Bergovici,

on this world to be mine.

Who is winning now?

Who is winning now?

(arrow thuds)

(gentle music)

(singing in foreign language)

(pensive piano music)