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lRlMl�S GlVES A SPEECH

l am in a state of deep emotion,

you can imagine, l am confused.

l am bewildered and shocked.

Yet l must pull myself together.

Though right now all l can say is that

l share in this broken�hearted mother's misery;

in a mother's never�ending mourning and sorrow;

is the grief of losing the one who is dearest to our hearts.

This tragic event weighs us all down with sadness.

l don't think there's anyone who would disagree with me.

And now the hardest thing is,

with our teeth clenched,

to get our minds over the heartbreak,

to defy our tears when our voices fail us.

For, and l would like to call your attention to this

nothing can be more important than for us to reconstruct

this shocking event,

which led to the terrible death

of an innocent child,

before the police start investigating.

You'd better expect the inspectors from town

to come and make us responsible for this terrible event.

Yes, my friends, they're going to ask us.

For, to be quite honest,

with a little caution, care and attention

we could have prevented it.

Just imagine this vulnerable creature

wandering all night long in the pouring rain,

at the mercy of the first passer�by, of the first tramp,

of anybody.

She was whipped by the wind,

she fell an easy prey to the elements.

She must have been around here.

She may have looked in through this window

and saw that you were all drunk and dancing around.

Don't get me wrong, l don't mean to accuse anyone personally,

l am not accusing the mother, who is never going to forgive

herself for getting up too late in the morning of that awful day.

l am not accusing the victim's brother

nor other members of the family.

l am not accusing anyone.

But let me ask you the question:

aren't we all guilty?

You will, of course, answer we are innocent.

But then, what do we call this poor child?

The victim of the innocent?

The martyr of the faultless.

The slaughtered of the sinless.

l'd rather call her innocent.

l spent the night turning in my bed till l realized that.

Not only we do not know how the tragic event happened,

but we have no knowledge whatsoever of what happened exactly.

l am quite convinced that this event was to happen.

Now you seem to suspect that.

lt is not enough, however, to suspect something...

things are to be understood

and said with no delay.

lt had been quite clear for you before coming here

that this yard was ruled by misfortune,

you didn't dare talk about it. Now you may rightly suppose

the irrevocable judgement is coming soon.

You are slouching around in this decay,

far away from everything that means life.

Your plans come to nothing,

your dreams, still blind, are shattered.

You expect some miracle which will never come.

But what kind of misfortune are you the victims of?

ls it the crumbling plaster...

the roofs without tiles... the crumbling walls,

the sour taste our friend Futaki keeps talking about?

lsn't it the shattered prospects,

the broken dreams,

that bends our knees that wears us numb?

l'm speaking harshly but let us be honest.

lf you felt the yard was ruled by misfortune

why didn't you try to do something about it?

You thought a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

But this is a coward's way; it is disgraceful and

careless and it has serious consequences.

This is called impotence, sinful impotence.

This is weakness, sinful weakness.

This is cowardice, sinful cowardice.

Because, and keep that in your minds �

it's not just to others we can do unforgivable things

but also to ourselves.

And this, my friends, is even more serious.

Yes, if l think about it, all kinds of vileness are

sins against ourselves.

But, you know, my friends, if l think back

and see you lying half dead on the chairs and tables,

on top of each other,

dribbling, exhausted,

my heart sinks and l cannot judge you

for l will never be able to forget this.

From your panting, snoring and groaning,

l heard your cry for help which l have to answer.

We know each other well.

l have been keeping my eyes wide open for decades,

l bitterly observe that,

under the thick veil of trickery and deception,

nothing has changed.

Misery has remained misery.

The two extra spoonfuls of food we can have

only makes the air thinner in front of our mouths.

But l realized what l have done so far is nothing.

A much deeper solution is needed.

So, using the opportunity,

l decided

to get some people together

and set up a model farm which will ensure a stable living...

and bind this tiny group of the dispossessed together.

l am creating an island

where no one is powerless,

where everyone will live in peace

and will feel safe.

That is why l left for the manor in Alm�s.

The main building is in good condition,

the contract is a simple matter.

There's one problem...

no use to try and keep it a secret...

money.

Without a penny the thing is dead.

Capital is needed for production but this is a bit complicated,

there's no point in going into details.

And you'll understand that the circumstances of our meeting

made me feel uncertain, whether you would be able to do it.

Whether you would be able to offer the little money,

the result of hard work and much difficulty,

to realize a hasty idea.

Think about it...

Do not decide straightaway.

But if fate decides

that from now on we stay together,

inseparably:

do remember the price that has been paid.

Do not forget the child...

who may have to perish

to make our star rise.

Who knows, my friends?

lf it is so...

life is very hard upon us.

PERSPECTlVE FROM THE FRONT

l told you she shouldn't have been taken from the institute.

l don't know why you brought her out.

Friends,

words fail me

now that l let you go your own way.

lt's hard to describe the way l feel.

For what could l say

of your enthusiasm, your generosity,

for the sake of our common prosperity?

Of that precious thing l have been given,

your confidence.

What else could l say but

that all this gives me courage and lays a responsibility on me

which l would like to accept to the best of my ability.

Your enthusiasm and confidence

makes me confident and enthusiastic.

l'm thinking of the future we'll share.

Goodbye, my friends.

See you tomorrow at 6 a.m. in the manor in Alm�s.

Go ahead and think of the future.

From now on you are free.

And you were screwed, you mean shitbag.

Fuck off. Bastards.

Go fuck yourselves. Fuck off.

Fuck off.

Fuck off!

You see? The stuck up person you were.

�Keep your mouth shut, okay? �There you are.

Stop crowing and go to hell. Just go home.

�Up and down. �Go home, will you?

l've been saying you have to behave properly.

Now you're finished.

Go home, will you?

Leave me alone.

My husband was the same, didn't know what's right.

Then where did he end up? On a rope in the loft.

Stop bothering me. Bother about yourself.

Go get your daughters or they might go with them.

�They'll never. They're locked up. �Pay for your drinks and go.

They won't leave me like Estike did.

When them from the yard leave, they'll go and dig the ground.

Go home now.

Go.

Now, come on, go.

�You've finished it? �Won't leave it for the gypsies.

The wind is blowing the clouds,

behind the sky is burning,

Give me, my dear, your little hand,

God knows if l'll see you again;

Whether l'll close you in my arms,

whether l'll kiss you, dear?

God only knows the day the battery is leaving.

Whether l'll close you...

You're lovely, you're fair, Hungary...

Folks. We forgot the doctor.

Never mind the doctor.

He would have surely come but l didn't mention it to him.

Come on, he couldn't even carry himself.

But he's going to starve now.

He can't even arrange it with the publican.

Then let him starve to death.

lf you miss him so much, go back for him.

l haven't seen him for months.

There's no need to cry over him.

He's fine; gets pissed every day, then goes off to snore.

l wouldn't mind feeling his mother's share in my pocket.

Are we all here?

No one's lagging behind?

We've done it!

We have done it, anyhow.

Now you're well prepared for this new life.

Come on, Lajos, there will be lots more of it.

How could those poor fellows heat all this?

Didn't l tell you? We should never lose heart,

we have to have trust until we breathe our last.

Otherwise what would become of us?

Tell me, what?

l can imagine.

You've seen the out�buildings,

there's about five of them.

l bet the workshops are going to be there?

Workshops? What workshops?

Please be quiet. My husband's asleep.

All right, all right. We're just talking.

l think it'll be the other way round:

we'll get them to live in

and the workshops will be here.

Won't you keep quiet? No one can get any rest here.

Who was that?

Leave me alone. lt wasn't me.

Nobody?

Look,

l'll agree to anything you like, just keep quiet.

Listen,

if everyone works hard, l say one month.

We have great prospects for the future.

Tomorrow it'll turn out what lrimi�s is planning to do.

By tomorrow.

Halics was pursued by a hunchback with a glass eye.

And after all sorts of trials he ran into the river

but he's started to lose heart,

every time he came up for air

the little man hit his head with a long stick.

And each time he shouted

"Now you'll get it."

The schoolmaster persuaded a man wearing an old suit

to go with him to somewhere he knows;

the man agreed, like someone who can't say no.

He could hardly control himself

and when they turned into a deserted park, he even pushed him

to reach a bench surrounded by bushes.

He made the man lie down and he jumped on him,

kissed him on the neck,

but in seconds some doctors appeared on the walk dressed in white;

embarrassed, he waved that he was going

but he started to reproach the confused little man for,

by then, he seemed to hate his guts.

The ground trembled under Schmidt's feet.

As if he was walking on the moors.

He climbed up into a tree,

but he felt, that's started to sink too.

He was lying on the bed

and tried to get the nightgown off his wife.

But she started to yell,

he jumped after her, the nightgown was torn.

She laughed,

and the nipples on her enormous breasts were like

two beautiful roses.

Mrs Halics was washing Mrs Schmidt's back;

the rosary on the rim of the tub slipped into the water like a snake.

Mrs Schmidt said she had enough,

her skin was burning from the scrubbing

but Mrs Halics pushed her back into the bath

and went on scrubbing her back; she said she was afraid

that Mrs Schmidt wouldn't be satisfied.

Mrs Kr�ner heard a noise from outside

but she didn't know what it could be.

She put on a fur coat and left for the engine�shed.

She had almost reached the road when she had a bad feeling.

She turned and saw that their house was on fire.

"The chopped wood. Christ, l left the chopped wood out,"

she screamed and ran back.

Kr�ner was sitting at the table, calmly eating.

"J�ska, are you crazy? The house is on fire!"

But Kr�ner didn't move.

Mrs Schmidt was a bird, flying over the clouds, happily.

She saw that someone down there was waving at her.

She came down a bit and heard Schmidt shouting.

"Why didn't you cook anything, you bitch! Come down here."

But she flew over him and chattered: tomorrow.

You won't starve till then.

She felt the warmth of the sun on her back,

she came down a bit.

She wanted to snatch a bug.

Futaki's shoulders were beaten with an iron bar.

He couldn't move, he was tied to a tree.

He stretched out and felt the rope loosen.

He looked at his shoulders and saw a long wound;

he turned his head, he couldn't stand seeing it.

He was sitting on an excavator,

the grab was scooping out some earth.

A man came up to him and said

"Hurry up, l won't give you any more petrol whatever you say."

But it was no use scooping for the earth kept falling back.

He tried again but failed...

Then he cried...

He was sitting at the window of the engine�shed and didn't know

whether it was daybreak or evening,

it just didn't end;

he was sitting, not knowing the time of day,

nothing had changed outside,

morning didn't come, night didn't fall,

day was beginning to break or night was beginning to fall.

GO TO HEAVEN? HAVE NlGHTMARES?

Friends.

Words fail me, now that l let you go your own way.

lt's hard to describe the way l feel.

For what can l say

of your enthusiasm, your generosity

for the sake of our common prosperity.

That precious thing you gave me,

your confidence.

What else could l say but

that all this gives me courage, lays great responsibility on me,

which l would like to accept and do the best l can.

And that your enthusiasm and confidence

makes me confident and enthusiastic.

l'm thinking of the future we'll share.

Goodbye, dear friends.

See you tomorrow at 6 a.m. in the manor in Alm�s.

Go now and think of the future we'll share.

From now on you are free.

And you were screwed, you mean shitbag.

Fuck off. You bastards. Go fuck yourselves. Fuck off.

l'm shit scared, master,

how do we get out of this?

l'd be surprised if you weren't shitting in your pants.

Do you want some paper?

This is no fucking joke, it's bloody serious.

l wouldn't say l'm bursting with laughter.

Stop it, will you?

Would you be surprised if l said our time has come?

What the hell are you getting at?

Listen to old Petrina this time.

Look, let's take the first train

and get away from here.

We're going to get in big trouble

if they realize what's going on.

Shut up.

Don't you see that we're partisans

in this persistent and hopeless fight for human dignity?

Petrina, our time has come.

Our time has come...

You keep saying this, our time has come.

Our time will never come.

l had faith and confidence...

And there we are.

The web � understand?

lrimi�s's nationwide cobweb.

ls it getting clear?

Where something stirs...

Go on.

You've never seen fog before or what?

The horses got away from the slaughterhouse again.

Who do you support?

Myself.

How are you?

Fine.

You haven't changed.

What about you?

Nothing special.

�l thought... � Two rum and liqueurs and a glass of wine.

Here you are.

Listen, drink this up...

then you go see P�yer and tell him l'm waiting here.

Steigerwald.

What is it now?

We're staying here for tonight but l'd need the car tomorrow.

But then l want the money before you go.

All right.

�And three bean soups. �Okay.

�With ham. �Okay.

l'm going to dictate.

Dear Captain,

Eternity

lasts forever

because it doesn't compare to the ephemeral,

the changeable,

the temporary.

The intensity of light penetrating darkness

seems weaken.

Seems weak...

There is discontinuance...

interruptions,

holes,

then finally the black nothing.

Then there are myriads of stars

in an unreachable distance...

with a tiny spark in the middle...

the Ego.

A tiny spark.

Our deeds can be rewarded or punished,

punished... in eternity, and only there,

because everything has a place, a place far away from reality,

where it has its place,

where it has always been,

where it has been...

where it is going to be,

where it is now.

The only authentic place.

l hope l didn't wake you.

You didn't wake me and l do hope you won't.

�My collaborators. �My name's Petrina.

Horgos.

Very nice young man.

He can have a nice career.

Would you get me something now that...

You got me out of bed?

What would you like?

Don't ask me what l'd like, they don't have it.

Get me a glass of plum brandy.

Sanyi.

The gun dealer...

Sports guns...

l don't love this job, you know that.

We'd better talk to P�yer.

Mr. P�yer.

l asked you to come here

because soon

l will need rather a lot of explosive.

l'm going to think about it

and decide as l see best.

And l hope you will do your best to succeed.

lt's not entirely up to me.

But l need to know

whether you can give more emphasis to this excellent plan

with a so called good start?

Certainly.

You are a gentleman,

Mr. lrimi�s.

Let me ask you something.

This something new

which is waiting for us after realizing your excellent plan...

�Well... �Don't take me for a liberator.

Regard me as a sad researcher

who investigates why everything is as terrible as it is.

Would you like to have dinner with us?

No, thank you.

Well then, we'll discuss the details another time?

l'll see you at the weekend.

Well, gentlemen...

Sleep well...

Look,

25 years ago l could sleep five and a half hours.

Since then l've been turning in my bed, half�asleep.

Thank you all the same.

Our Father

who art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done.

On earth

As it is in heaven,

Give us, too, peace and bread.

The power...

Amen...

PERSPECTlVE FROM THE REAR

l don't understand lrimi�s.

He was one of us. And now, like a lord.

You just can't understand

what he wants...

all the nonsense he said.

Bent knees and cries for help!

Then threatening with the child...

The way he spoke yesterday, l was beginning to believe it.

Why the hell did he stir the shit up?

lf l'd known he wanted the same,

l'd have saved him the trouble.

lt's crazy to say

that it was my fault.

l had nothing to do with that little idiot.

Even her name drove me up the wall.

Estike, what's that?

ls that a name?

She's eaten a lot of rat poison and that's it.

Perhaps it was better for the poor thing.

But what's the whole thing to do with me?

He lured us here, to this rundown dump.

And we acted like sheep. Meanwhile he dropped out.

God knows where he's drinking on our money.

A whole year's pay.

And l'm flat broke again.

And if he's back in a minute, are you going to shout at him?

You're the one to say that?

Stop for a minute!

Whose fault is it that l was robbed?

Who said that... ...it'll be all right?!

lrimi�s and Petrina, that's who!

You fucker...

Give me my money back, you bastard.

Give me my money back. Give it back, you prick.

Let's give him two minutes and see if he calms down.

�Are the two minutes up now? �Listen, people.

What on earth are you doing? Not this way.

�Use your heads. �Shut up.

Here he is. Your savior's here.

Do you really think it's my fault?

Give my money back. You hear me? Give it back!

l don't believe my eyes. What are you doing there?

You get lost.

Don't worry about it. lt's none of your business.

Get away from here. l won't say it again.

What's going on here?

l want to know what's going on!

We thought you wouldn't come.

You said you'd be here by 6 in the morning.

l do my best to help you.

l've had no sleep for three days,

l walked hours in the pouring rain,

l run here and there to overcome the difficulties

and you behave like piglets if their dinner is late...

What happened to you?

�My nose's bleeding. �l can see that. But why?

l never expected that from you.

From you neither.

And we've just begun.

What's it going to be like later on?

You'll kill each other?

Sad.

This is very sad.

l'm going to forget it this time.

But such a thing can't happen again.

So let's talk sense.

There is something important l have to tell you.

We must postpone our plans for the manor.

Because in certain circles it wouldn't be desirable

if an establishment for such vague purposes were created.

Their primary objection is

the fact that the manor,

being almost totally isolated

and a long way from town,

could hardly be brought under control.

Therefore

in the present situation

the only way to succeed is

to scatter around the county for a time

until

these gentlemen get so confused

that we can come back here and start working.

From now on you are special people.

For you are helping in a matter

in which loyalty, devotion and prudence are

absolutely necessary.

Our goals are significant beyond themselves.

Scattering is just a tactic,

you're going to keep in contact with me,

though not with each other.

ln the meantime, do not believe

that we are going to remain passively in the background

and wait for things to get better by themselves

What you have to do is

to listen to people around you.

Views,

stories, events which are

connected to the matter.

Every one of you will need to acquire the ability

to distinguish between the good and the bad signs.

ln other words, between right and wrong.

And how are we going to live in the meantime?

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

Everything is organized, everything is prepared.

You will all have work to do.

And at the beginning you'll get enough money for the basics

from our common capital.

But do not waste our time asking unnecessary questions.

We are late anyway.

We have to start right now, my friends.

Go pack your things. Hurry up.

Take your things and go. Take the big things first.

Come on, move.

Kr�ner, you too, you hear me?

Wait a second. Give us our money back.

You hear me?! Give the money back!

The money?

ls that what you want?

Here, here's your money.

Do what you want to do with it. Good luck.

A year's hard work.

J�ska, give the money back.

No. Take it.

Perhaps it's better.

So it has turned out that you have no honor or perseverance.

Good to know from the start whom l can count on.

Your husband may be right.

l cannot realize my plans with you.

l need people who are at least able to look after

their own interests.

l have to go now.

Wait.

And...

the farm will be working?

l don't think you're interested in the farm now.

Give him the money.

l didn't mean that.

Now, take the money.

This rain, you know, and the long tramp...

we were cold during the night... Sorry.

lt's not me.

lt's the fact that you deserted at the very beginning,

scared away by the very first problems.

Yet the whole thing is based on confidence and perseverance.

Take the money now.

We trust you. Take it.

Look, l have no time for such scenes.

You disappointed me.

But l will forget it this time.

l'm going to try and forget this disgraceful event.

Mind how you sit there

it takes two hours even in this.

Button your coats.

Put on your hoods and hats.

And just turn your backs

to the bright future

or this bloody rain will get all over your faces.

Schmidts, Halicses, Kr�ners, come on!

Futaki, Mr Schoolmaster, please wait a minute.

What's the matter, you're not coming?

ls there a pub here?

�We could have a drink. �No.

Schmidt and family,

you're going to Elek.

l've put everything down, who to contact and where.

There you'll get work and a place to live.

And what work is there?

This is a butcher's.

There's plenty to do.

You can serve the customers.

Now the Kr�ners,

you ask for lstv�n Kalm�r

in Keresztur. Listen carefully, lt's not written down.

There's a street before the church. On the right.

You go down that street until you see the Ladies fashion sign.

That's Kalm�r's house.

Tell him

D�nci has sent you, he may have forgotten my real name.

He has a laundry, you'll stay there.

ls that clear?

Yes, D�nci.

A street after the church and there's a sign...

Right.

Halics.

You go to the presbytery

and ask for Gyivics�n, the parish priest.

Gyivics�n.

There's plenty of wine there.

You can clean the church

and do the cooking for the three of you.

Here's a thousand forints

per head

if anything comes up.

But don't waste a penny.

And don't forget what you're supposed to do.

l think all's clear.

We'd like to thank you for what you've done for us.

You don't have to say thank you.

Me too, l'm only a servant of a great cause.

So remember what you have to do.

Take good care.

Take care of yourselves.

Listen,

you sit up there

and we'll take you to the Streber.

We'll pick you up in an hour and talk about the rest.

Okay.

Futaki.

Don't worry about me. l know where l'm going.

l could find a job as a watchman.

You'd be better off doing something else.

What? No way to come to terms with you today?

Come to Steigerwald's by eight and we'll talk it over there.

All right, l'll do it your way.

Here.

A thousand forints.

Buy yourself your dinner every day.

Futaki is the biggest sucker l've ever met.

What did he think? That this is paradise here?

What did the poor devil expect?

JUST TROUBLE AND WORK

Leave out the part about eternity.

"Though l don't believe it's right to put such things down

to show my willingness,

l am following your instructions:

l've taken into account that you encouraged me to be open

in all circumstances.

No doubts can be had on my peoples' aptitude.

l hope l could convince you of this yesterday.

This is important

because these lines might have implications.

To keep my base working, l will be the only one

to keep in touch with my people.

Anything else would lead to complete failure" etc...

�l think it's alright. �Then we leave that in.

Mrs Schmidt...

Type it in!

lnstead of a stupid female with big tits you write...

mentally immature person, who

mostly emphasizes her female character.

And what about the "bloody whore"?

Could be a "lady of easy virtue" or a "woman of low morals"...

We'd better write a "woman prostituting herself

without hesitation."

Okay.

�Finished? �Yeah.

"She went to bed with anyone and everyone.

And if she didn't that was only by accident."

She's a paragon of conjugal infidelity.

Finished?

lnstead of "a stench created by the mixing of cheap Cologne

with some putrid smell"...

"She attempts to relieve her unpleasant body odour...

�in an unusual way." �Right.

Mrs Kr�ner.

"A termagant with a big mouth" should be replaced with

"indescrete transmittor of fabricated stories".

�And instead of "a fat sow"? �Leave that in.

�We shouldn't. �Then put "big".

�"Overweight". �Okay.

�Can we leave Mrs Halics? �Sure.

And what about "wrinkled worm, filled with alcohol"?

"Elderly alcoholic, short of stature".

"Eager beaver".

"lnert dullness, blind wandering."

We can leave that out.

You finished? Let's go on then.

Schmidt.

What's this "crude dullness mixed with

featurelessness in the abyss uncontrollable darkness."

"Extreme stupidity, inarticulate complaints,

inert anxiety stiffened in

the solid darkness of being."

Write

"His modest mental ability,

his submissive attitude to

authority...

make him specially suited

to accomplish the activity in question

to a high level."

The schoolmaster.

He must have been out of his mind here.

Listen to this.

"lf someone who's about to commit suicide by jumping in the water

were to hesitate at the last moment whether to jump or not,

he should remember the schoolmaster

and he will realize there's only one chance:

�to jump." �Go on.

"He's like a withered cucumber. ln mental ability

he remains below Schmidt, a definite achievement."

Let's put "appearance: worn down; no abilities".

�How did the two come together? �That's what he wrote.

"His cowardice

he compensates for with narcissism and conceit.

He's rather sentimental

as often is the case with onanic guys."

Then... "weak and sentimental"...

�"sexually immature." �Okay, write that.

As for Kr�ner,

he's a "Boorish sloppy buffalo

strongly built... He worked as a smith."

"A strongly built smith?"

"A stupid ass with dull eyes." Go on.

"The only dangerous one is Futaki, but not too much.

A rebel but more of a coward.

He could have a nice career. But he can't get rid

of his obsessions.

l'm sure he's the one l can surely count on."

�So? �Leave it.

No. Write.

"Dangerous but can be of use, instead.

Cleverer than the others. Crippled."

�ls that all? �Yeah.

Then sign his name. lrimi�s.

Okay.

�ls it still raining? �Yes.

They shook hands outside the gate.

�You go by...? �Bus.

Okay. Bye then, said the clerk.

Nice day we had, eh? �the other added.

Yeah, bloody good.

They shook hands again and parted.

At home both were asked the same question:

You had a bad day, dear?

To which, shuddering and exhausted,

they could only say: Nothing much, the usual, my dear.

NO WAY OUT

During the thirteen days...

l spent in hospital...

Mrs Kr�ner...

didn't turn up...

again...

everything is...

like l'd left it.

Neither of them dares...

to leave the house.

They must be...

lying on their beds, snoring...

or staring at the ceiling.

They haven't a clue...

that it is this dull

inertia...

that leaves them...

at the mercy...

what they most fear.

A cosmic wirtschaft.

My hearing...

is getting worse.

The Turks are coming! The Turks are coming!...

The Turks are coming! The Turks are coming!...

l must be crazy!

l've mistaken the bells of the sky

for the sound of the knell.

One morning...

at the end of October...

not long before...

the first drops...

of the insufferably long...

autumn rains... fell...

on the parched...

sodic ground...

on the western side of the yard...

for...

the stinking bog...

to make the tracks... until the first frosts...

impassable...

and the town cut off...

Futaki was woken...

by the sound of bells.

Closest...

eight kilometers to the south�west...

on the old Hochmeiss field...

was a solitary chapel...

but not only no bell there...

even its tower collapsed...

during the war...

Directed by B�la Tarr

From the novel of the same title by L�szl� Krasznahorkai

Script by L�szl� Krasznahorkai and B�la Tarr

Editor and co�auteur: �gnes Hranitzky

Visual treatment: B�la Tarr

Camera: G�bor Medvigy

Art Consultant: Gyula Pauer

Music: Mih�ly Vig

Sound: Gy�rgy Kov�cs

Cast:

Voice of Peter Berling: Ferenc K�llai

Narrator: Mih�ly R�day

Assistants:

Produced by:

Production crew:

Assistance was provided by:

Magyar Telev�zi�,

T�l�vision Suisse Romande,

Filmf�rderung Berlin,

Magyar Mozg�k�p Alap�tv�ny, and EURlMAGES Foundation

With special thanks to

Aerocaritas

The Town Council and people of Baja

for their unstinting help

Magyar Filmlaborat�rium Budapest

and Geyer Werke GmbH. Berlin

Light provider: Andr�s Bederna

1991 � 1994