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SPIDER JOB I.

Could you light a fire.

I could.

I said could you light a fire.

Stop pointing.

A liter.

Pick up the hundred for me too.

You only got the denomination wrong.

Don't worry, pinhead!

I won't do you any harm. Just you quit pointing.

It's raining.

Awful weather.

Yeah.

It destroys everything.

Look at the state of this coat!

It used to be as soft as butter

and now... it's so dried out,

if I want to sit, I have to break it.

Look!

Here, at the groin, with the edge of my hand...

that's how I do it...

Its softness, you know, that's what's gone...

Totally gone...

Then the wind... it can't keep that out either...

The whole thing's cracked. The leather's falling apart.

You go here and there... can't sit at home all the time...

and it gets soaked inside and outside...

Yet that's not the worst

but that, here, inside.

You haven't heard of inside rains, of course.

You've been saying this for years!

They wash your organs night and day.

They come from the heart...

and wash the heart, the liver, the spleen and the kidneys.

I am soaking wet...

If it were not for this coat, I don't know what'd happen...

I don't even dare unbutton it.

A glass of wine would help.

Then there's the endless demand from the liver,

the stomach, the spleen and the kidneys.

They have to work all the time.

Without a break.

Then this constant flood would turn...

into sudden drought.

Which could soon turn fatal.

Listen, give me a glass.

Schmidt and Kraner will be here soon,

they'll count what I'm supposed to get.

Fine.

Nice little wine.

Lets have another.

He's fallen asleep.

How much you think this one's supposed to eat?

He doesn't eat, he wolfs it down.

He can eat half a pig at one go. Would you believe that?

I would.

This was very close.

Irimias and Petrina are coming toward the yard.

- It can't be true! - Of course, it is! As true as I am here!

The driver from the lumber-yard... was there... and two packers...

the headmaster of school 101, the PE teacher...

the night barman from the station bar, and I sat there,

just sat there...

and couldn't believe my eyes.

And... there they were, in the flesh!

Irimias and Petrina, drinking rum and brandy!

Then I waited till they drank up...

went up to them...

Irimias gave me a hug and said...

Kelemen! How's it going?

Then he told me everything.

Then off we went.

I had to see Hochan, the butcher...

and...

then I met young Toth who...

used to be my neighbor in Postanya...

and he told me that Irimias and Petrina...

had been at the Steigerwalds' and...

mentioned gunpowder!

The Steigerwald kids were talking about it in the street.

And when I was on my way... back

and left the road...

at the Elek crossroad...

I caught sight of them.

And then I understood...

what, which way, and why...

Irimias! Petrina!

I'll kick them out, the drunken pigs!

I'll switch all the lights off and nail the door up!

Irimias and Petrina! They can't take away what's mine!

Because everything here is mine! Mine! Irimias! Petrina!

Mine! Mine! Mine! Petrina!

Then I went up to them, Irimias hugged me and said warmly:

"Kelemen! How's it going?"

And right away he got a round.

The waitresses smiled and bounced to it like grasshoppers.

And then he told me everything.

So then tell me: "Have you learnt the lesson?"

What lesson? Leave me alone. I've learnt it all.

You just keep drinking.

Listen, you old witch, I have learnt everything. Go mind your own business!

In your books though... this resurrection is written...

- Don't give me that nonsense. - But you just go on boozing.

Boozing, sure I'm boozing.

Listen here, you old witch, that's what I came here for - booze!

I'm no rosebud on your spotted ass.

- Do you know what happens to the like of you? - No one happens to be waiting for me.

- Go to the blackest fire of hell. - You may have seen a fucking black ass

but not a black fire, so fuck the black ass and the black fire and go to fuckin' hell.

- You think they'll stand this for ever up there? - No!

Think they sit up there and just ignore this Sodom and Gomorrah?

That's exactly it.

There'll be weeping and mourning, as the prophet says.

No Genesis! Spritzer! Genesis is a spritzer.

- None of your business. - She's always like that, sorry.

A hell of a witch. Old cobwebbed cunt.

You'd better read this.

Leave the poor thing alone. Get him a spritzer instead.

Spritzer withdrawal is a kind of murder.

Don't read Genesis, pinhead...

- That's a mystery. - ...read the Apocalypse.

You know what we're all waiting for?

In case you didn't know - for you to go to hell.

But there's no use waiting, doesn't matter if you go away...

even if we don't see you... and can't hear you...

you leave your stench behind.

Your indelible stench.

It's no use opening a window and airing the room...

it still remains.

Mrs. Schmidt.

Halics can't imagine what happened to your husband...

You see, this lousy weather.

What can I get you?

- Some cherry brandy? - Don't know.

A small one.

- Did you hear that? - Sure that's them?

Sure.

They'll be here before morning.

They'll be here by midnight. Takes three hours to get here...

- It's not three hours. - Why isn't it three hours?

Because it takes much longer. No one will arrive yet, maybe in the morning.

Why the morning?

If the three hours took me three hours, the three hours will take them four hours.

They can still be here by midnight.

In the morning... That road's all potholes and ruts.

They'll go round the potholes. They'll avoid the ruts.

They won't get into the potholes, or the ruts you're right,

so they won't be here by midnight, but in the morning.

In the morning if they use the road. I'm a local.

They can only use the road, because they care about their shoes.

- Their shoes? - That road meanders a lot.

- By the time they reached the crossroad, they were soaked. Never mind the shoes.

The thing is that they'll be here by midnight.

- They weren't soaking wet... - Have you been here? Are you from here?

I saw them, I was plodding along and I came this way.

I saw them - they'll be here by midnight.

They won't be here before morning.

- Don't you give me any of that! - They can only come by the road.

And it bends as much as if they had the sea to go round.

Don't give me that, I'm a local.

What's wrong with this fucking' stove?

This is a pub, not a waiting room.

- What time is it? - Eleven...

at least... eleven or twelve.

Who's nicked my wine?

You've spilt it.

- You're a liar, pinhead. - You have spilt it.

Then get me another one.

What's the smell? It wasn't here before.

It's only the spiders... or the coal...

No.

It's the earth.

COMES UNSTITCHED

Come on.

Give me the money.

See, with the knot upwards...

- Are you sure the moneystalk starts sprouting in four days?

Sure. But only if you give it enough water every day.

- We're going to be rich? - Sure.

- Everyone's going to envy us? - Of course.

- I can sleep in the best room that night? - Yes.

Here, take that home.

Hi... Come on in.

What's up?

Where're your place? Stay right there.

Behave yourself.

You crapped!

How did you dare?

I can do whatever I want to you.

I'm stronger than you are.

Come on, get at me!

Come on!

You're dead! I won't feel sorry for you.

So come on, then. Come on.

See you! We'll meet again.

Sanyi!

Sanyi, come here! The moneystalk's been searched.

- Fuck off! - The money's been stolen, too.

It wasn't stolen, I needed it. It was for me anyway.

- It was my money, too. - Oh, go to hell!

- Why? Did you know? - Get your hands off me!

Beat it! I said beat it!

I won't say it again.

Come back here. I said, come back!

I said, come here!

Come on, move!

Rat-poison. You stole it, didn't you?

And everyone at home is upside down, right?

Now, here, but be careful, I'll have my eye on you.

And now clear off! I said, clear off!

- Doctor! - What do you want?

- Doctor! - What are you doing here?

Let me go. Stupid brat!

Fucking hell!

What the hell do you want?

Come on, tell me. What do you want?

Where are you going?

Stop!

I won't do you any harm.

Yes, she said to herself softly.

The angels see this and understand.

She felt peaceful inside and the trees, the road, the rain

and the night all radiated peace.

Everything that happens is good, she thought.

Everything was becoming simple in the end.

She recalled the events of the previous day

and she smiled as she realized how things connect together.

She felt that those events aren't connected by accident,

but there's an unspeakable and beautiful meaning linking them.

And she knew she wasn't alone, for all things and people, her father upstairs,

her mother, her brothers, the doctor,

the cat, the acacias, this muddy road, the sky,

the night down here depend on her.

Just as she herself depends on everything.

She had no reason to be worried.

She knew that her angels had already set out for her.

SPIDER JOB II (the devil's nipples, satantango)

I was plodding and plodding, just plodding along.

The Steigerwald kids and Hochan, the butcher, the girls,

as they jumped like grasshoppers when Irimias hugged me

and asked "How's it going, Kelemen?"

And bought a round and told me everything

and they were drinking rum and brandy.

Even then I was plodding and plodding and plodding and plodding along.

They'll be here! They'll be here at the farm!

They'll be here. The Toth kid...

Irimias and Petrina...

and they've been at the Steigerwalds...

And as I was plodding along, when it became clear

they were leaving for the farm, then I knew enerything.

Irimias and Petrina are coming toward the farm.

I met Hochan, the butcher and I bumped into the Toth kid...

And as I was plodding along...

for I had to plod,

I saw them by the road,

revelation...

which way... why... where to...

and the plodding, the why, the where to and the which way,

the Toth kid, the Steigerwald kids...

Irimias and Petrina

and the gunpowder at the Steigerwalds'...

And the Steigerwald kids talking of gunpowder, and me plodding...

And the Steigerwald kids were talking of gunpowder...

...And the Steigerwald kids... were talking of gunpowder...

But the Toth kid... he was there... at the silo.

- Put some soda in it. - I've already put some in.

- ...And the Steigerwald kids... - A bottle of wine!

...Gunpowder's not gun-powder. They were talking about gunpowder.

Careful or it goes to your head. ...No gun-powder, gunpowder.

I was plodding, plodding along...

Gunpowder's not gun-powder! Gunpowder! It's no gun-powder!

He hugged me... The waitresses jumped like grasshoppers...

They were drinking rum and brandy...

I know I shouldn't have any more for it all goes to my head.

You're offering it so invitingly.

Just goes straight to your head! You're pissed to your eyeballs.

...As you plod along you learn everything...

Don't fucking give her another! Can't you see the state of her!

I shouldn't drink. When I do I keep thinking of coffins.

...the Steigerwalds and Irimias hugged me,

the girls jumped like grasshoppers,

and bought a round, drinking rum and brandy...

and he told me everything and I'm plodding, plodding...

plodding, plodding, and plodding along...

but there's a huge difference between plodding and plodding.

I knew exactly when I saw them at the junction,

why, how which way, why and how...

I'm plodding, plodding... and how am I plodding?

How am I plodding?

The gunpowder, the Steigerwalds, the Toth kid...

The whole street was talking about them hiding gunpowder.

Why did they do that? Why are they coming Toward the farm? I know... I had a revelation...

This heat is unbearable! Janos, please do something!

You don't begrudge the coal from her?

...He's coming at the road junction. I know exactly why.

Why, why and why they're coming and why they're coming. And I'm plodding...

- It's nice and warm in here... - You let him, dickhead?

What's the matter with you? At least, there's something good left for the others.

...For I was plodding and plodding and plodding along...

- This is no whore-house. - What is it then?

...They have stopped, but they're coming!

Let's go to the mill.

...They'll be here in no time!

Where the hell are you going?

- Nowhere, honey-pot, nowhere. - Don't you honey-pot me...

- ...just get sober by tomorrow morning. - Nothing, nothing, nothing.

...They're coming! I saw them on the road...

Give me a shot.

...And they're coming... Irimias and Petrina are coming toward the farm.

Gunpowder, Steigerwald... They're coming toward the farm!

...Yeah, they're coming! It's only a matter of minutes! We were plodding along...

My man is a good man... but it's the liqueur, you know...

if it wasn't for that, he'd be so gentle...

He can be a blessed good man if he wants to.

He's a hard worker. You know that.

He can do the work of two.

Only that little failing that he has. Who doesn't have one? Who?

Someone's coming!

I was plodding, plodding, plodding along.

They didn't say much. Irimias and Petrina...

Good evening. A bottle of beer, please.

...The girls bounced around like grasshoppers.

Irimias hugged me...

Wow! Hell is burning hot!

...The girls jumped around like grasshoppers...

And I was plodding, plodding and plodding along...

Have you seen my daughter?

- Which one? - The little one. Estike.

She hasn't been here.

...When they started toward the farm at the junction, I knew everything.

Irimias and Petrina are coming toward the farm.

I met Hochan, the butcher and bumped into the Toth kid at the silo...

You know what happened? A little trouble with Halics.

Now he doesn't even say "Hello", the shithead.

...Revelation...

Which way, why, where to...

and the plodding, the why and the where to, the which way...

I slept all day. I wake up tonight: No one anywhere.

The house is empty. No Mari, no Juli, no Sanyika.

...And plodding, plodding and plodding...

The Steigerwald kids were talking about gunpowder...

But that doesn't matter. It's the little one who wandered away somewhere.

- If she turns up, I'll beat her up. - Of course, she'll turn up.

She's not the wandering type.

Certainly not.

...the gunpowder's no gun-powder...

I wandered in this rain all night long.

No wonder I have to stick to bed for days.

...The waitresses jumped like grasshoppers.

They were drinking rum and brandy...

That's good for my stomach.

Wouldn't you like some coffee?

No, it would make me toss and turn all night.

Then what is it good for?

Nothing.

...In a little while... I was plodding and plodding...

The Toth kid, the Steigerwalds... and Irimias hugged me...

The girls jumped like grasshoppers...

he bought us a round, they had rum and brandy.

He told me everything. And I keep plodding...

Well, good night.

If you happen to see them, tell them to hit the road home.

I can't loiter here all night.

Here's the bill.

...why, how, which way, why and how...

Plodding and plodding and plodding.

And how am I plodding?

The gunpowder, Hochan, the butcher, Steigerwald, Toth...

Everybody was talking about the Steigerwald kids hiding gunpowder.

Why?

And why are Irimias and Petrina coming toward the farm?

I know why they're coming. Because I had a revelation. A revelation.

I know why they're coming. Because I had a revelation.

They're coming at the junction. I know exactly why.

They have stopped, yet they're coming.

Futaki, you stupid ass,

You roll in the mud like a pig, then you go out in the rain like a lost sheep.

Are you out of your mind?

Don't you know you're not supposed to get pissed in here?

And without eating, too.

Wash your face. Dry yourself.

Do you have anything to grub?

Milk chocolate...

or cheese rolls.

Give me two cheese rolls.

Bloody hell!

What can't be removed, they soil

and foul, everything.

I could spend my whole life following them with a cloth.

The legs of the table, the window, the stove... the crates.

The worst is that you can't see them do it.

If I start to watch them,

they can feel it

and they vanish.

That damn Swabian

did me in,

he never talked about spiders.

Nothing will come out of this.

No.

The real threat comes from under the ground.

Suddenly one's frightened by the silence

He doesn't move, crouches down in the corner where he feels safe.

Chewing becomes pain, swallowing agony.

Then all slows down and finally...

comes the most terrible thing,

a standstill.

There's no way out.

Who can understand? I could live till the end of time,

but I have to bolt from here down to that stinking hell of dark mud...

- But there's Irimias coming... - Irimias?

He's been drinking on the house for a fortnight and he has the bloody nerve to come back here.

Because, okay, he said, plant onions everywhere. And it worked.

Great ideas are always simple.

But it's a bit too much that afterwards he says I owe him everything!

And for a fortnight he's been boozing free!

And he has the nerve to come back to take what's mine! Everything here is mine!

I have done everything here.

Do they think they can do whatever they like?

They come in from the street and say it all amounts to the same...

There will be law and order in this country, my good friend!

There will be order here one day!

You see, that's Halics!

May I have a tango?

Dancing is my weakness.

You're not like the others.

You need a settled, sober man,

not a Schmidt,

whose roughness doesn't suit your pure tenderness.

Listen,

if those most excellent people

can occupy again the positions they deserve again,

and I am headmaster again,

I would take you to the city...

Tango is my life. Tango, tango, tango...

My mother's the sea...

My father's the earth,

my name is tango... tango... tango...

My father's the sea...

is my life...

the tango...

My father's the sea,

My mother's the earth...

Never mind.

Is my life... Tango...

Tango... tango...

...is my life!

The tango...

My mother's the sea and my father's the earth...

No sea, no earth either...

Fuck you.

What have you done to the sea, to the earth?

My life is

Tango...

Tango, tango...

My mother's the sea,

That was it.

And to the sweet sound of an accordion,

the pub spiders launched their last attack.

They wove loose webs on top of the glasses, the cups, the ashtrays,

around the legs of the tables and the chairs.

Then they bound them together with secret threads,

as if it was crucial that from their hidden corners,

they should notice every little move and every little stir,

as long as this almost invisible perfect web was not damaged.

They wove webs around the sleepers faces, their feet, their hands.

Then hurried back to their hiding-place,

waiting for one of their ethereal threads to quiver to start it all over again.

PAUSE