All language subtitles for The.Informant.2022.S01E05.DUBBED.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Breathe out, deep and slow.

Anyone in your family
with heart disease?

There was. My mother.

Sit down.

When did you last have a checkup?

Two years ago, last August.

And what did they say?

That my heart might stop
at any moment.

I'm afraid they were right.

I must declare you unfit
for military service.

They couldn't give me a time frame.

They said I might have another
10 years, or another 10 minutes.

For some patients,
that's an advantage.

Some, when they know that
the clock is ticking...

How can I put it?

They live more intensely.

Go home.

UNFIT FOR DUTY

I'm gonna die.

You know what they say, Zsolt.

"You only really die
if you're forgotten."

Are you okay?

What's up? You dropped the soap?

I'm fine. I just slipped and fell.

Alright, your attention please.

If you're all quietly seated,
we can begin.

We're in for a memorable debate.

The Communists say that Socialism is
"still being built."

"It's not perfect.
It's a work in progress."

But if I order 100 shelves
from a carpenter,

and after 40 years,
only two are ready,

I'm not gonna pay him.
Especially if he has the cheek to say

that my bookcase
is still being built.

Fuckwit!

You went to raid
a Young Communist picnic?

How old is this Száva? He jerks you
around like a dog on a leash.

- It wasn't Száva's idea.
- What?

It wasn't his idea.
Someone else was behind it.

Who else would plan such a thing?

Somebody who's helping him.

Somebody new.

If I'm not mistaken, Zsolt attends
the University of Economics.

So let's do some
basic arithmetic, okay?

One plus one equals two.
Two plus two equals four.

Three plus three equals seven.

What did you notice, Zsolt?

An error.

Two of the three equations were
correct, but Zsolt only sees errors.

I say we should all calm down

and try to focus on the results

the last 40 years have brought.

Focus on two correct answers
instead of a single error.

Hear! Hear!

40 years ago, this country was bombed
to bits, plundered, and humiliated.

Since then, 1.5 million new homes

have been built
to international standards.

Public safety is better
than ever before.

Three years ago we won an Oscar
for "Mephisto."

Those from impoverished backgrounds,
Zsolt among them,

can receive scholarships
to a university they choose.

And if he doesn't like something,
we can sit down and discuss it.

But all Zsolt does is grab the gift
and then slap the giver in the face.

Hear! Hear!

You've just said something
very important, Adél.

I'd like everyone
to think about that word:

"gift."

When did we ever ask for gifts?

Is a crummy one-off gift
really better

than the infinite opportunities

we can create with our own work?

Personally I would rather work
in a world of infinite opportunities

and risk dying of hunger,

than live a life of
mollycoddled poverty

in a country that enforces the idea
that we're all equal.

Hear! Hear!

I actually subscribe to the idea
that we are all equal.

And not just from a human rights
perspective, but an economic one too.

If we don't limit
the amount of wealth

certain grasping individuals
can amass,

then we'll be unable to prevent

the inevitable social differences
that arise.

Zsolt dreams of being rich.
I can understand that.

But I don't want a country
of rich kids and poor kids.

I don't want money,
or the lack of it,

to determine every aspect
of a person's life.

- Hear! Hear!
- I gotta go to the bathroom.

We cannot allow money
to become so important.

And for that we must practice
collective self-restraint.

"Collective self-restraint"!

Here's the thing,
individually, we're great.

In 89 of the Olympics,
we've won 340 medals.

Hungarian emigrants were
Hollywood's first movie moguls.

We invented ballpoint pens, matches,

and discovered vitamin C.

But there's one thing
we're totally useless at,

it's called democracy.

There's something about us
that's only happy

if there's a man,
cos it could never be a woman,

a man who says:
"Follow me! I'll look after you!"

Well, the names of those men
are the names of

our modern historical periods.

The Horthy Regime, the Rákosi Regime,
and one day we'll call our time now

the Kádár Regime.

They were all young revolutionaries
who became old tyrants.

And all exploited the self-restraint,
which means we never complain.

I don't want one unassailable man
leading our country.

Or even a woman, for that matter.

I want democracy.

Instead of one person dictating
our fate, I want 10 million.

Free from all self-restraint,

I want us to decide
our future together!

- Alright!
- Yeah!

Never once have I said:
"this shitty country"!

I always find it strange

when people react to their problems
by harping on like that.

I don't think this country is
to blame for anything.

I know that during
the various regimes,

the people have received
some very negative conditioning.

But anyone who pins the blame
on Hungary itself

rather than our present mentality

is just shooting himself in the foot!

Perhaps even Zsolt
would agree with that.

Okay, listen up, guys.

If you ask me, Socialism is
the only way we can get ahead.

Boo! Shame!

In the vale beneath the mountains
Where the snow fell long ago

There my angel's horse, it stumbled

There my angel it did throw

Your tender arms are broken now

How can you embrace me now?

Oh my angel, my sweet angel

I must go and break my vow

- That was awesome!
- Thanks.

- Hi.
- Well done.

Thanks a lot.

Let's hit the bar!

Are you the one writing up the names?

Yeah. Let's get inside the tent...

- What are we drinking?
- Two beers and a brandy. Thanks.

Allow me to congratulate you
on your victory.

Aren't you celebrating
with your fans?

I might be. Go and check.

Go on, it's okay. I can handle this.

Jerk.

I like how you said you wouldn't want
a woman running the country either.

That would never occur to most guys.

It was you who inspired me.

You have a sense of humor, too?
Get outta here.

I can't. You've got me spellbound.

I've fallen in love with you.

You're out of your mind.

I know. What can I do about it?

How about going back to your tent?
To your girlfriend.

No.

What are you doing?

- I don't believe this...
- What's wrong?

The list.

- What?
- I can't find the list.

- Told you she was using pads!
- Shut up, this is serious.

- No.
- No?

No.

- Zsolt's gonna kill you.
- Tell me something I don't know.

What's up?

I know you told me not to,
but I wrote a list.

And now I can't find it.

Come outside.

- Fucking hell!
- Zsolt!

- Which way did you come from?
- That way.

- And then?
- I don't know.

- Cool it.
- Quiet!

Meet back here in five minutes.

You!

You're staying here.

- Are you okay?
- This isn't the best time.

What's happened?

- Nothing by the truck.
- Nor the tents.

- Who's this?
- Peti Vincze. One of us.

The hell he is.

- Zsolt...
- Is there a problem?

Mind your own business. Piss off.

Don't talk to me like that.

Here's the thing.

You don't have the savvy,
the looks, or the brains

to ever tell me how to talk.

So get the fuck out of here
before I get mad.

It's true what they say about you.

Oh, yeah?
And what do they say about me?

That you let your anger
get in the way of your talent.

Zsolt!

Don't let him scare you.

Please, Peti. Stay out of this.

If you need me, I'll be here.

It was all crumpled up.

Someone must have swiped it
from her, then thrown it away.

It's not just that you lost it.

It's that you wrote it.

I'm supposed to memorize 50 names
and numbers?

If you're incapable,
how can I trust you

- with anything?
- Zsolt...

No!

Don't you get it? No!

I'm tired of listening to you.

You're through.

- Through? Through with what?
- Everything.

The group.

And me, too.

Zsolt, come on...

Take her to the station.

Do you mean it?

Give me the keys. I'll take her.

You're hollow inside.

Whoever does lead this country,
I hope it'll never be you.

I'm sorry.

Heading to Budapest?

I'll make an announcement
back in the city.

We're done here. Start packing up.

Demeter.

Think through the newbies
who could have stolen the list.

- Could be his commie roomie.
- No...

You don't think he's the snitch?

Nah. He never came close to Kata.

It's not him.

You were sitting next to her.

And you were behind her.

Száva's going to make
an announcement in Budapest.

I got you invited to the big meeting.

Good.

What's eating you?

You had to off someone to get me in?

Demeter, wait!

The pills. Like I promised.

Your mom...

She's an actress, isn't she?

I remember her.

She was on TV all the time
when I was little.

Until she left my dad
and his State Culture Prize.

You look just like her.

Only... you're even more beautiful.

Thanks for looking after me.

Let me call back in a few hours.

I'll take you for lunch.

I can't.

Some other time.

Hi, there.

Geri!

I'm proud as hell of you, son.

For what you sent. The medicine.

Dad...

I just...

This whole thing...

Your mother doesn't know.

I don't want her to worry about

you associating with smugglers
and the like.

She thinks your auntie
in Germany sends the pills.

She doesn't know they're from me?

She frets enough as it is.

Calm. That's what she needs now.

Calm and quiet.

- Been to the National Museum?
- Let the kid eat!

I only asked if he'd been
to the National Museum.

How could he? He's too busy.

He's studying.

Not yet, no.

And did you bring
that rock band pin you promised me?

I forgot. I'm sorry.

- Fucking A!
- Hey!

Watch your mouth.

You've no clue how
I'm fighting for you.

Oh, yeah? How's that then?

I'm fighting for you like no one
in this family ever has.

So from now on, you watch how
you speak to me, got it?

Don't be mad.

Gonna cast?

Áron...

Who's coming in?

What, here?

And... boom!

Give me a minute.

Hi, guys.

You're kidding, right?

- You fucking moron!
- Hey!

Come for a kicking, have you?

You little fucking faggot!

- Shit!
- Tomi!

What is it?

Jesus Christ! You dirty motherfucker!

You sick bastard!
What have you done!?

- Son of a fucking bitch!
- You sick bastard!

You're under arrest.
On your knees.

- What have you done?
- Tomi!

Jesus Christ.

Call Comrade Kiss at State Security.

What?

I'm one of his agents.

If I don't get back to the capital
safe and sound, he won't be happy.

What have you gotten mixed up in,
kid?

You're going to let me go.

And tomorrow morning, I'll be sitting
on the Budapest Express.

I'd be very grateful if you could
have a word with those punks

I had that little disagreement with.

Tell them to steer clear of the pond.

If this is some sort of joke...

He's telling the truth.

I'm running a little late.
I think you'd better drive us home.

5 Pacsirta Street.

Then where the hell is it?

- How should I know?
- Well...

You're the compulsive tidier.

- Where did you put it?
- Cut it out!

- What the hell are you looking for?
- Your momma!

The dartboard.

The fuck you doing?

She dumped me. The bitch!

You cheated on her?

No.
I was just necking with Klaudia.

What's with the headgear?
Christmas is weeks away.

You gotta look to the future.

Drop the holiday stuff
on the market end of October.

Want a snow globe?
I got one with Maradona in it.

No, thanks.

But I want to search through
Demeter's things.

Get out of here.

I'm not a rat.

Geri's my pal.

He's not the informant.

You're just mad
cos he's Száva's new favorite.

And you're out in the cold.

I know you're not the informant.

I know Demeter's your buddy.
I even know that you're only with us

to make some bucks down the line.

But ask yourself this...

If there is a spy among us,

isn't he jeopardizing
your future profits?

There's a guy waiting
for you downstairs.

Tell him to leave the documents
at reception.

He doesn't look like
a Young Communist.

Don't tell me his name's Zsolt Száva.

His name's Zsolt Száva.

Let him wait.

It's almost expired.

Must have been carrying
it around for years.

What's this for?

- The study room.
- Why does he need a key?

Cos he's a dweeb.

Who's his crush?

I don't give a shit.
How much longer is this gonna take?

Does he ever mention
a girl called Judit?

She's his crush.

Okay, are you going now?

Shut your mouth. We've still got
to check the cupboard.

Well, well.
You came down from the hills?

Yup. But I'm already missing
the clean air.

Wanna walk me back?

No.

But I'll walk you across the street
for a beer.

None here? This is a dorm.

It is. But I've no intention of
being seen with you here.

Don't want to be expelled
from YCL?

No.
I don't want to lose my boyfriend.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay.

Let me tell you three things
I've heard about you.

If any of them aren't true, just say.

One: your back is covered with scars,

but you think that
no one notices them.

Two: you hold your dorm's
beer-chugging speed-record.

Three: you really do believe

that the regime will collapse
within a handful of years.

Number two is false.

Kovács holds the chugging record.

- He's unbeatable.
- What's his best time?

Seven seconds.

Six seconds! That's amazing.

Bye, Zsolt.

- Another round? A little slower?
- I've got a boyfriend.

I don't think you do.

Why are you lying to me?

I came here from
the armpit of the country.

If I'm seen with you,
I'm out of the YCL.

And if I'm out of the YCL,
I'll be back at square one.

It's not worth it.

I'm sorry. Look after yourself.

Don't you know which is
Adél Horváth's room?

"Zsolt...

You only really die
if you're forgotten."

Are you crazy?

No one saw me.

No need to go back to square one.

ABIGÉL SZÁVA

What?

You're not only smart,
you're absolutely gorgeous.

Next time, take the elevator.

People will think
you're visiting someone else,

but if you broke your neck here,
I'd be in big trouble.

So there'll be a next time. Cool.

No! Jesus...

I don't know what I'm saying.

Yeah, I know.

This thing is kinda mystical
for me too.

New York?

Do make yourself at home.

I'm not surprised you dream
of New York.

That's where you belong.
Not in the YCL.

Though I dig it's the only way
to escape the armpit of the country.

Sorry, but we don't have time
to analyze me.

I have a meeting.

If you ever get bored of
Young Commies,

there's a place on my team for you.

Your brain is the missing piece
in the puzzle.

But be careful.
Chug a beer like that again,

and I'll ask you to marry me.

Hello? Demeter?

Just a moment.

Coming...

Hi, Dad!

The Astoria Café. Six o'clock.

Alright.

Bye, Dad.

That crappy clock didn't
even show the right time.

Cos it's a chess clock, you cretin.

Are we drinking or learning Russian?

I stayed the weekend for your sake.

You're getting paid, aren't you?

We’re drinking and learning Russian.
Let's do it.

"Where can I buy a bus ticket?"

Can't we practice something that

I'll actually have
some fucking use for?

Only bums go by bus.

You're sure are a redneck, man.
Translate that!

Chill out. Have a beer.

He's not the informant.

Like he times himself with
a chess clock while he reports!

"How much does it cost?"

- Been thinking about you all day.
- Been thinking about you all day.

Typing!

That's why he goes to a study room.
The typewriter.

Béci! Go to my room,
fetch us a bottle of vodka.

What am I? Your slave?

Get yourself a bag of chips
while you're there.

Just the one!

- That's where he types his reports.
- Reports. Sure. In a Zorro costume.

Antal told him about it

when he tried to make him
apply for a transfer.

Where are you going?

Whore!

Mr. Bandi!

Can I get a key to the study room?

Good boy! It's never too late.

What was that shit
with the fishing hook?

Attracting unnecessary attention!

- I got a picture of Száva's list.
- Good for you.

It was nice work. We're through.

POLICE

You fucking bastard, Demeter...