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80 HUSSARS

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12 Who's that man, the Lieutenant?

Ah, you see. He's a true-born Hungarian.

He teaches my wonderful sisters to ride a horse.

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Hurrah, Fazekas!

We won! By one point!

We won! You owe us the vodka!

Long live the mighty angel!

Dzin Dobr�, old man!

Any fish? Riby, sunfish, Dobze, sunfish,

What did you say, son? I don't understand.

We'll marry into your family, so you'd better listen!

Peppers! Sunfish!

Fish soup! Sunfish!

Riba! Sunfish! Ha ha!

To hell with that, old man!

We're Hungarians, not Italians.

Wegry, wegry!

Ah, Hungarian, Hungarian!

Let's tickle the girls, not ourselves.

I'll give them to you.

- Good one, grandpa! - Well, god bless you!

Andr�s!

Andr�s, do you hear me?

Andr�s, is something wrong?

Let's scram!

Grab the row, in the name of the Virgin Mary!

Hey, Hungarian!

What was it, that disappeared?

Up in smoke, went to heaven, slipped into a gopher hole?

Take note that I'm not familiar with these terms!

The hussars aren't God, but aren't magicians either.

Have you heard of the events in Hungary?

Have you or have you not?

I heard at home...that 40,000 peasants have been assembled in Pest.

And that they're allowed to buy the land.

You, if I'm not mistaken, are a soldier.

Why exactly is this a concern?

It isn't.

And Kors�s? Did he care?

He'd been away for ten whole years.

And if not ordered to the squadron, he would've returned home to his family.

He has two unraised children.

Who saw him last?

Several saw him bathing.

But no one saw him last.

We found his clothes on the beach.

Based on these facts, he drowned.

No.

Not likely.

Great! He neither drowned, nor went to heaven. He simply just disappeared!

And now I am to present a man who speaks Hungarian,

who can ride a horse, and who's named Andr�s Kors�s.

And that no one should be brought before a military tribunal.

I will not present anyone!

Anyone who doesn't understand that either we may go home lawfully, or not at all,

is a traitor.

Bring me Kors�s, alive or dead.

There's much at stake.

It's now possible that more people are watching our every move,

than what we amount to.

You may go.

What do you think, Lieutenant?

The escape?

That as well.

Not much. So much has happened.

If a stroke of lightning struck a someone

we can imagine nothing, as long as they're a God-fearing soul.

And?

May I speak freely, Captain?

I can no longer believe in what you are still hoping.

That the squadron, whether together or one by one, may return to Hungary.

You don't believe it,

or you don't want to believe it?

I don't want to.

You know very well, too,

that the countries of the Empire are on the verge of chaos.

That the political state of Europe, in a single day,

can crash like the bladder of a pig.

And if any irreparable explosion should occur in Hungary,

a tactical blunder of such a size the sovereign power cannot perpetrate,

that us,

who are peaceful occupants here, maintaining order,

he would order home to be it's own opponents there.

Therefore?

Therefore nothing, captain.

What you speak of the chaotic situation in Europe is true.

But do consider that if the ruling power is forced to fire,

it's actions are no longer directed by it's own will

but also by those whom they fire upon.

We're officers of the empire as well.

Either we remain blameless, or the slightest suspicion will ruin us.

Therefore this means that the escape of Kors�s cannot be ignored

- because of family. - Whether I will ignore it or not,

I do not yet know.

Either you agree with me,

or you act against me.

It's at your discretion.

If I may, Captain, I will depart.

What are you looking for?

Get out of there!

Who are you?

Did you kill someone?

Come here!

Don't move until I'm back.

Watch him!

Help!

Is he there?

Here, it's for you.

Hey, man!

What the hell?

Andr�s!

Stop, Andr�s!

Hey, village leader! Have you caught a miller's murderer from Komancza?

Nothing, nothing! Go!

Godspeed!

Well, my fellow.

I wouldn't have thought we'd ever see each other again.

I though about everything, except that god-damned boat.

They cackled like cats,

while you made a monkey out of us.

Maybe I'd have sympathized, if you were the only one.

But you know well that there're many here

for whom the ten bloody years also have passed, just as for you.

Lest you should believe, that home calls only to you.

What in heaven's name have you done to your wits, man?

You want to protect Hungary alone, with your spastic thumb?

Or did you think that you'd get 100 acres and 50 heads of cattle, if you left sooner?

You could at least tell me, my wise friend:

what is better for us, and for you as well?

If we let you go free,

or if we take you back with us?

Left face!

Ready, forward march!

Get on!

Get off!

On!

Off!

On!

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On!

Off!

On!

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On!

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Stop!

Turn!

So no one knew of the escape?

I see.

Kors�s!

I say for the last time: name your accomplices!

No one knew about it.

Very well.

If any of you should do as to tell lies,

I will also do as to discredit you.

Who has a leaflet, a seditious letter, or a message from home?

Step forward!

Saddles off!

Ready, forward march!

So you all have nothing?

Forward!

Where are you from, Lajtos?

Hajd�hadh�z.

What do you have to do with this hanging?

Are your mother and father still alive?

They are.

I hope you still want to see them.

P�ter �cs.

Read it!

Out loud!

My dear son, these few lines are written by your brother, Mih�ly.

The Lord, after all, admits to us

that you should come home from that foreign country.

At home everyone says that they are no longer

taking the Hungarian soldier beyond his homeland.

But so you shall see,

Mih�ly reproduces to you the word of the law,

what the Reverend has brought from Debrecen.

A message to all Hungarian soldiers stationed abroad!

The independent Hungarian government has already sent you several times

- the order to return home. - Enough!

But the officers serving the empire

- are treacherously silencing it. - Enough!

Whose letter is this?

It was just written to someone here.

Who among you have a brother called Mih�ly?

Hold up your hand!

50!

100!

Slower, Andr�s! You can make it!

Down with foreign forces!

Poland for the Polish!

Get back home!

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But we need the demonstration.

We need a demonstration.

Power is but a legendary dragon, as long as it doesn't show its strength.

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Captain, the squadron has fulfilled the punishment.

I'm sorry, Bakos.

Take better care of one another.

The company also has its price.

Do you understand now?

Hold him down!

Clench your teeth!

J�nos, not the bag...

Curse our hands, my friend.

We handled you well.

But if you'd received the order, you'd do no different.

You'd beat your mother, even yourself to death.

Because we're fools! We can't see past a horse's arse!

If you want to take a step,

never think about only the first step, but the tenth.

Because if you take one step,

your enemy takes one step, too.

General, sir, please give me orders to disperse the crowd.

Calm down, Captain. Don't lose your head.

Relax, Captain!

This is not the great French Revolution.

This is not the French Revolution.

A few fired-up students,

neurotic journalists

and priests are all it is.

Just get used to it,

and engrave it into your mind, that power

is to be turned against real actions only,

but its use is forbidden when there is only the intention of the action.

Call in the priest.

Do you know how many demonstrations I've already seen in the Empire?

From the box seats.

General, sir!

- On behalf of the General Assembly... - I know, I know. The students...

The students. You came because of them, if I'm not mistaken.

Yes.

On behalf of the National Council and the parents, we demand

that you should free the arrested students!

Spectacular!

I would do likewise if I were you.

If I were all of you.

But what would you do in my place,

if infantile 20-year-old pups are shouting in the streets:

take the foreign soldiers home?

Furthermore, the soldiers themselves would also be glad to go home.

But you, as a teacher of physics

should know that there is no vacuum.

Only in the flasks.

If we were to retreat,

who would take our place?

The youth,

who will renovate a consolidated Europe,

and instead of the political Sacred Alliance

will build upon an alliance of humanity.

Brotherhood.

- Freedom. Is this what you mean? - Yes.

There too.

Dear minister...

That much asserted freedom

loses its precious value should everyone be free.

This is not a notion of world salvation,

this is somersaulting.

Take this one off.

I am often classified as a conservative.

When I simply just think differently.

I have thought many times, for example,

that these little nothings, not only medicinally,

but politically as well could play a more important role.

The role of prevention.

The thickened, tarnished blood

should be drained by them, instead of

the massacres of the revolutions.

Would you like to try it?

The officers may go.

Sickening, General, sir! They've written your name on the coffin.

Sickening? Dilettantism!

I could kill a bull still and these people want to bury me already.

I see that the Poles themselves would like to dally around with death.

Well, then let's dally.

But now you're next.

I will let the students go home,

if you shout from the window and bring an end to this half-witted, festooned circus.

You pigs!

Bravo!

Didn't I say that the Polish cat would be let out of the bag sooner or later?

Stay here!

Should the rabble-rousing peasants bring here a basket, full of

the severed heads of the revolutionaries,

among them yours as well,

then they may be released.

Old Brown Bear is sleeping soundly. Old Brown Bear is sleeping soundly.

We are afraid of him so, We are walking on tip-toe.

When he wakes up, He will have us to eat.

When he wakes up, He will have us to eat.

Poland has not yet succumbed,

As long as we remain,

What the foe by force has seized,

Sword in hand we'll gain.

March! March, Dabrowski!

March from Italy to Poland!

Under your command

We shall reach our land.

Poland has not yet succumbed,

As long as we remain,

What the foe by force has seized,

Sword in hand we'll gain.

March! March, Dabrowski!

March from Italy to Poland!

Under your command

We shall reach our land.

March! March, Dabrowski!

March from Italy to Poland!

Under your command

Only if an offence is committed, Lieutenant!

Minute differences!

For a soldier there are only two options to choose from:

Life or death.

There are those who still consider war to be the final possibility.

If you strike, the twelfth hour strikes, too.

And it strikes when you want it to strike.

Making friends...

Have you ever thought about, Captain, what hides behind this moral confusion?

Everyone is at war with everyone else.

Why didn't you use your weapon?

Because they stood against me unarmed.

And what are those provocative fires then?

It seems to me that you like these candles.

I want to see a candle here, as well.

If I've been informed correctly,

your brother, as the Polish uprising's propagator in Hungary

was imprisoned in Kufstein by Prince Metternich himself.

I haven't been home in twelve years.

I know.

And your brother went mad in prison.

And now he hides behind the bee hives back home.

I haven't seen my brother in twelve years.

Because he wanted a day of grace.

Only grace, in a word, is granted through death.

Your sword, Captain.

[speaking German]

Lastly, let it be noted:

the marrow has not yet dried out of the Austrian bone.

Are you all mad?

�cs! You too?

Are we hussars or henchmen?

Tomorrow they'll be leading us against an army of children.

Why don't you spit out already what problem you have with me?

I lick the ground at Galicia, crawling on my knees with you.

And now I am to report that the uniform is too fetid for the peasant?

I hope you're all aware that they won't hang

a sergeant with the officers,

but rather just with such lunatics as yourselves.

Maybe so.

But these lunatics aren't gonna wait for the rope.

- Let's go home. - Yes, let's go home.

- How do you intend to get home? - As we came here.

Boys! Add up our pay.

And if we end up like Kors�s?

Whoever doesn't have the guts

stay here.

Whoever escapes is shot dead.

Then let's go home!

That's right!

Let's go home.

Here's my silver watch. It's enough to feed ten horses.

Here's mine, too.

Get lost!

- You're rushing to your undoing. - What does it matter to you?

- Whoever's not coming, stay here! - Stop this madness at once!

Boys!

Let's swear it!

- Let's swear it! - Whoever dares to make a sound,

I'll cut them apart myself!

We'll swear on each other's lives.

We'll swear on each other's lives.

Now the shit's out of the liver!

Boys! Swear on it that we will go home!

We'll swear on each other's lives.

We'll swear on each other's lives,

that from this foreign country

that from this foreign country

we will return to our birth place.

we will return to our birth place.

Whoever among us becomes a traitor,

Whoever among us becomes a traitor,

we kill them with a clean conscience.

we kill them with a clean conscience.

So help me God, amen.

So help me God, amen.

We're going home! We're going home!

I'll give those girls such an Easter,

that even the old maids will piss themselves.

First Squadron!

At attention!

Look left!

Paid traitors are disrupting the army.

We must crush all revolts while they're still in the egg.

As punishment we'll lead the squadron to Prague.

Your new commanding officer is Captain Haller.

Hussars!

I'll make this short.

The goal of every war is victory.

Whoever fails to obey me, I will shoot them.

But I will also reward you.

Personally I would highly prefer

a thimbleful of recklessness

to a quintal of cautiousness.

Helmets up!

To swear!

Swear an oath!

Sergeant!

I swear by the living God!

- I swear by the living God! - The instructions and commands of our monarch.

The instructions and commands of our monarch.

And all of his officers.

And all of his officers.

Shall be performed.

Shall be performed.

The inviolable borders of the nations of the Reich.

The inviolable borders of the nations of the Reich.

I will defend with my life.

I will defend with my life.

Through thick and thin.

Through thick and thin.

So help me God.

So help me God.

Amen.

Amen.

This way, Captain!

�cs!

Why aren't you asleep?

In the name of the squadron, you are all under arrest.

Corporal! Are you crazy?

Get out of here!

Your sword, Lieutenant!

Disarm them.

M�rton, tie them up.

P�ter, for God's sake, hold on if you can!

Play, in the name of God!

Let go of the reins!

Should something worse happen to me, Andr�s,

and should God help you home to J�szber�ny,

tell her,

tell Theresa,

tell her how much I wanted to go home.

But not that someone in our...

Dear madams, are you ladies or whores?

We are acquaintances of the Lieutenant.

Since you have not become a martyr,

put these tulips in the carriage,

pass them over to their worried mothers,

and apologize on behalf of the army.

Get them out of here!

Why did you not escape?

Do you not speak German?

- I do. - Well, then?

They locked me up.

Aren't you Hungarian?

I am.

They were afraid that I thought otherwise.

The road is clear, Sergeant.

Battles are already commencing in Hungary.

They are in need of every soldier.

And you? Why did you stay here?

And you?

Answer!

And you?

Tatar idiots!

Reward them for their loyalty!

Even the duty-bound murderers.

Is it so, that after past events you would still not believe in coincidence?

No, General.

Do you remember what I said?

Once the officer begins to politicize,

so does the common soldier.

Your operation

is only two for now.

But this is not over yet.

Alert!

Senior officers on the other side!

It's the Captain! Don't shoot!

Captain, what brings you here?

So you won't do anything crazy.

What're you thinking of, Captain?

You managed to escape, boy?

You didn't.

Neither will you.

Neither one of you.

They will slaughter every last one of you.

And that homeland you hurt most of all,

you want to help.

It's a pity you came here!

I also know that they want to force Hungary to her knees.

But lunacy is lunacy.

- You're soldiers, you know! - Infantry on the other side.

On horses, men! It's begun!

So we should go back for this? You brought this upon us!

This is all you can say to us, Captain. Go back to those who sent you.

Corporal!

I command that you tie me up, too!

Don't you understand?

Tie me up!

Men! A squadron of dragoons is coming towards us.

- Do they have a sentry? - No.

- Then they haven't yet sent them after us. - How do you know?

We have to withdraw.

And the infantry? We can't go back.

The officers aren't leading the squadron now.

It will be obvious even to the most naive soldier that we're fugitives.

The captain should take the command.

To betray us to the dragoons?

Then we'll fight.

B�r�!

You forgot: they have no use for the dead back home,

but for the living.

Captain, you'll get the bullet for such an act.

You deal out death too lightly, Lieutenant.

Don't you think?

My boys,

I made a promise otherwise.

But now we must avoid bloodshed.

You lead the squadron.

And if you consider my behaviour outrageous,

I will not reject any kind of challenge.

But first we must save the lives of 80 men condemned to death.

And this is still more than the official honour of you or I.

Your helmet!

Bury him with honour.

Hey, M�zes!

Pay for the hay to the man,

because he's sitting there like an ice-beaten hillside.

Don't worry, he'll get it.

Don't worry, brother, you won't fall to beggary.

I'd rather you tell me

which you prefer: figs or bacon?

I don't understand.

Thank you very much.

I'm lost, he doesn't like figs either.

You're right, brother, me neither.

Hey, Pole!

If you like bacon so much let it fall out your arse, prose bardzo

then you could learn Hungarian, as well.

Hey, look here! Repeat after me!

[in Hungarian] Meguntam m�r gy�ny�r� Gy�rnek gy�ngy v�r�ba laktamat,

mert a Duna, R�ba, R�bca r�kja r�gja a l�bamat.

Meguntam m�r gy�ny�r� Gy�rnek

[broken Hungarian] Netuv�ba gyovvizso gyorn�

gy�ngy v�r�ba laktamat,

[broken Hungarian] gy�ngy v�r�ba laktarak,

mert a Duna, R�ba, R�bca

mert a Duna, R�ba, R�bca

- r�kja - r�kja

r�gja m�r a l�bamat.

[broken Hungarian] r�ga m�ga r�gra.

Captain!

I brought some milk.

If you want any.

Thank you, Csord�s. Just put it down.

Very good.

Drink.

Thank you.

I brought you some, too.

Or you don't like it?

No.

Always the officer's honour, isn't it?

Captain, don't be so proud that you saved my life at the price of blackmail.

Well, I am.

It might as well be victory for a soldier if he doesn't bleed.

But it can also be a defeat.

You'd have been a traitor, since day by day you were able

to numb your conscience.

Vanity is the best morphine.

You committed an offence and they dismissed you?

Captain Haller has been dead since.

Or you don't want to miss out on your life's great adventure?

I'd maybe even respect you for that.

My life's great adventure.

In a pile of cow-shit.

How truly romantic.

If you'd have noticed, Lieutenant, the adventure

is usually preordained for the soldier.

The course of the war,

enlistments, students protesting in the streets

to overthrow them.

In all of them remains the yearning,

not only to accept life...

But...?

Don't be so sanctimonious.

If you've had sleepless nights, you know well what I mean.

My personal affairs don't belong here.

Szilveszter, I wouldn't be so decisive in your place.

I'd like to remind you that you believed in something, and I as well.

You must realize that what happened was fatefully against our will.

If it pleases you, against our persons, too.

You ought to realize that you aren't needed here.

Your helmet, maybe, but not you.

Since if I'm not mistaken, you, too, are a prisoner with me.

If not held by the soldiers, then by the situation.

Maybe so.

Only your boldness contributed to this situation.

Officer's duty.

All perfectly the same.

Whoever resorts to violence and senselessness,

evokes violence and senselessness.

Are you politicizing or making excuses for yourself?

Indeed, you seriously believe these 80 men and their amateur strategy

can defend the home-front at home?

What's to believe?

Now, it's not the most important.

Maybe nothing is any-more.

But if 80 men think otherwise than we do,

then we are our own prisoners and not theirs.

Outside of your bargaining and justifications, Captain,

my life exists, too.

What great eyes you have, god damn you all!

Horses, men! Come on!

They rushed into a trap!

- Let's rescue them! - You're not going anywhere!

We're turning back!

M�rton, help! M�rton!

Excellent!

They look like the hussars of Pa�l Farkas.

Only bravery is perishable like raw meat,

and this way they will be dead sooner than heroes.

Well, Captain?

There's your horse.

Rest assured, Szilveszter.

From here on God himself is our general.

Look there!

Fire!

The signal fire!

M�t� and Pista Czira!

They cut through, themselves!

Light up the fire! They're looking for us.

Put it out, Kors�s!

But Captain, they must see that we're here.

Who do you mean? Our persecutors?

Put it out!

We won't allow anyone to fall sick, injured, or into a trap.

We've sworn to this.

But also to return home at all costs.

The battle is here and now.

Whoever looks back and counts their losses at such a time is lost.

And you will only be right if you stay alive.

B�rsony, Jeles!

Find out who started the fire.

The lieutenant didn't sleep much of the night either.

If they haven't rejoined yet, they won't find them any-more

I dozed off a little before dawn, too.

But it's like a dog had barked.

Might as well have frozen.

Three of us here are from J�szber�ny.

Both P�ter �cs and I, after the great flood of '38

joined the cavalry as two rich lads.

And both of us had a family.

He had a child, I had two.

But not a single pig remained.

Neither a table nor a chair.

Only one lousy pillow, something to hold onto.

If I didn't persuade P�ter to come,

he'd stay home.

And now am I to stand before his family with the message?

And what should I say to M�t�'s family?

That a bear ate their boy?

Look here, Lieutenant.

My palms are as smooth as Viennese velvet.

What in the world could be a bigger lie than this?

I was born to plough, sow, kill pigs, make children,

to work with scythe and axe.

For ten years I drank vodka at the Polish Jew's.

And for what?

So that my brothers-in-arms could hammer me to death?

Or that I am to kill those

who're the same poor fools as I myself?

Is your leg swollen?

Did you forget to pay your tributes?

Put away your pistol!

The lieutenant is a deserter.

Take me to your squadron commander!

Your weapons, Lieutenant!

What commands did they give you?

Did you forget your mother tongue?

Tie him up!

Where is the squadron stationed?

Two villages from here.

Where the ferry is.

At which river?

I don't know.

Sergeant!

Place him by the wall.

Is there a river nearby?

(...)???, Lord.

And why does the bell ring every two hours?

They ordered it.

Lieutenant! Replacements.

We'll take the sergeant and the horses with us.

Don't force it.

The horse of God wouldn't go up there.

- Are they coming this way? - Dragoons.

How many are there?

Two of them.

I only saw their helmets.

- Come here, my darlings. - We need them alive!

Uh oh! The beasts!

My God! P�ter M�t�!

We can't stay here or they'll kill us.

- No! - Let me go!

How long will you wait on Kors�s' family, Istv�n?

I don't know.

Feed the horses!

We thought you were lost.

Did something happen?

No.

Nothing.

We saw dragoons.

On the upper reaches of the stream, where we gave the horses water.

Which way did they go?

There was only one platoon.

Into the valley.

Bring the sergeant here.

Bring the sergeant here!

My men met with the dragoons.

- Know anything about them? - No.

- How many squadrons were dispatched against us? - I don't know.

And where does your own company reside?

- Do you still not remember? - No.

God damn you, you only know what we do as well,

so what's the difference between us? Let's go, give them a bath, men!

What do you know?

Leave him alone! He's only a soldier!

And if he was given an order...

We asked honestly, why didn't he answer?

You're freezing, my boy.

You're covered with goosebumps.

No, not freezing, just...

I'd rather it rain like in the Sahara.

Al-right, let's go!

- You'd better look at its leg. - Mind your own business!

What do you want from this animal?

Use the stick, Andr�s! Use the stick, that will make him remember.

Isn't that enough, Andr�s?

My father must be going out to the stable about this time.

He's throwing hay together for the cow.

Thinking that I am surely at the best place I can be.

Your tongue's too loose, Csord�s!

It is.

And so what?

You're not paying me for this.

At least at home they would know that we're coming!

You'll wear out your heart in due time, my fellow!

And even if we get home,

- what then? - Anything!

Tell me!

Have you thought about why in history

the spirit of rebellion returns again and again?

You would think,

that the revolutions, once and for all, are being crushed.

Is there some kind of law in this recurrence?

Soon it will lose heart.

If there's an unjust war, Lieutenant,

this is it.

They strike you, you strike back.

That's right.

But that first they wear you out,

they starve you,

they play with you,

they tear your nerves apart,

and only then can you strike back.

No.

You'd crawl on your knees to the scene of action.

There you go.

Now you're next.

If you still have the strength.

Help me!

Hey, come here!

Lift its head!

Its head! Lift it!

Don't you dare touch it!

Whoever touches it,

I'll murder them in their sleep!

Look over there!

Down that road!

Shout at them!

- Hey, cz3owieku! - Louder, he doesn't hear you!

Hey, cz�owieku, go on home!

You, stop!

We're the Hungarian Hussars!

Can't you hear me?

We're the Hungarian Hussars!

Leave the horses here. Let's go.

- Are you mad, B�r�? - He's not mad, he's right!

Either we walk off into the mountains, or we perish here. Let's go.

Stay here! We swore we'd stay together!

But also that we'd get home at all costs!

You're not our commander, M�zes!

Put away your pistol, B�r�!

Stop, B�r�!

We are the Hungarian Hussars.

We're requesting provisions.

We'll pay for it.

You've come to the wrong place.

If we help you, we bring peril upon us.

Look around!

These people have only family,

they have no home.

Which one would you shoot?

Having seen you with our eyes already puts our lives in danger.

Go beg to the rich.

Go away!

There is nothing to find in the House of God.

We came to beg, our situation compels us.

but if necessary, we won't recoil from violence.

You came to beg and yet you're taking hostages.

Command your own soldiers.

Because he who lives by the sword,

will perish by the sword.

Reverend Father, you have a much more dangerous weapon at your disposal.

Sound the alarms and let our pursuers flock to our throats.

But in the meantime, while our pursuers approach,

you will bring a three-day ration to 80 men

to the rockfall before the midday bell rings!

If not,

then may God have mercy upon this village.

I look at that callous man.

If I didn't know he was Polish, I'd think I was looking at the limestone man from Ugod.

Before every market he showed up at Iszk�z.

"Watch the lime, ladies, the lime!"

Nothing left of him.

His carriage was heaped with unslaked lime.

And he got a rainstorm up to the waist

like nothing seen since.

Soon it reached the roof!

The poor man's horses were beaten and cut-up,

but he still had his creek.

Only the bridge was no longer there.

And in it

rider, carriage.

The entire cargo had caught on fire.

I only saw the heads of the horses emerging.

And the man up to the waist.

By the time I got there,

he'd been burned to the bone,

crackling like grease.

That autumn the comitat caught me too.

You mean to say, my boy, that we should let them go?

We have no choice.

And only then will we stay alive as well

if there are those who still fear us.

May the war rip you apart!

[speaking German]

No, no, Helmut!

[speaking German]

I know that the news about us is the most spoken of,

if the report doesn't come from you.

How long before they alert the garrison?

You've been sentenced to death by court-martial.

As an officer you could've chosen a straighter path.

As far as my conscience is concerned, it is indeed not the cleanest.

But who could say his own piece for that in this age?

Tie up the lieutenant as well.

My boys!

Only one night separates us from Hungary.

We must conquer the night.

Even if our bones shine instead of the stars.

All unnecessary belongings we leave here.

Forced march until dawn.

They're ours.

They're ours, you see? Hungary!

They're expecting us!

- We're home! - They're ours!

Hungarian Hussars!

Surrender yourselves!

Your situation is hopeless.

The rebellion-proclaimed-revolution

is being strangled by external and internal forces.

Even if you were to make it home,

the country would turn away from you in disgust.

You're all oath-breakers.

Captain Pa�l Farkas,

surrender yourself!

Lieutenant Szilveszter B�dog,

surrender yourself!

Corporals P�ter �cs, M�zes B�r�,

Istv�n Csord�s,

and M�rton Csuha,

surrender yourselves!

Sergeant!

We will bind you to the tree.

If you stay alive, at least you won't need to explain yourself.

Tie him up!

My boys!

I believe the bullets which they cast just for us,

can find us even in our sleeps.

They find us even in a quilt-covered bed.

While the others evade it.

I see, Captain.

M�rton, my boy! With twenty unmanned horses, you'll flood

the infantry from the reeds.

- We're sacrificing the horses? - No.

We'll just call for their help.

The others'll break through the infantry's cordon, covered by the horses.

Szilveszter! You fake a pass in the direction of the lancers.

The sworn Military Tribunal will announce the verdict.

For the crime of sedition, desertion, and infidelity,

Lieutenant Szilveszter B�dog will die by powder and musket.

The surviving private hussars await execution by decimation.

The tribunal court's ruling also applies to those who fled home

and sought shelter in a lawless government.

I will order the execution of the verdict.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Ten!

Your name?

Mih�ly B�rsony.

Name?

M�rton Csuha.

Szilveszter B�dog.

It's not easy to become a traitor.

When I served together with you in Italy, you still knew

that politics are the most contemptible kind of inebriation for a soldier.

You've become a pitiful alcoholic.

A victim of a grave misunderstanding.

You failed to grasp that to achieve victory at the cost of honour is impossible.

The army will completely erase your name from its memory.

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