All language subtitles for Satantango (Disc 33) 1994_Subtitles01.ENG T1 en

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