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Prime Minister Gyula G�mb�s

Budapest.

For some it's the city of death, for others it's the city of lights.

On the crime beat I've seen my fair share of death.

Housemaids chewing matches.

Barbers cutting their lovers' throats.

The means are endless.

But depressingly similar.

But the end is always the same.

How are you, Mr. Reporter, sir? What can I get you?

Just a pack of smokes. The usual.

We have to watch out. All stores have to close by twelve.

Forget it then. I don't want to get you into trouble.

Me? Trouble?

Look at me!

One arm and decrepit.

What else could happen to me?

You're smart, Kov�ch.

You ought to go into politics.

Me? Never.

Why not?

Like you said, I'm smart.

I remember Prime Minister G�mb�s bragging to G�ring last spring.

That with the fascist know-how he learned in Germany...

he was going to transform the country.

And install himself as dictator.

Well, you really screwed that up...

G�mb�s, old boy.

Forgive me.

It's closing time, sir.

What's the big hurry?

Everything has to close because of the funeral.

Eight peng�, twenty.

For a coffee and a bourbon?

And the lady's lunch.

What lady?

The one that you just said good bye to.

She said you were going to pay her check.

Pretty slick.

CLOSED

BUDAPEST POLICE HEADQUARTERS

- Good afternoon, Mr. Reporter, sir! - Gell�rt?

The Chief of Police is in a meeting.

No problem, sweetheart, I'll wait in his office.

Don't get up on my account.

I've got five minutes.

The minister of the interior ordered every officer and detective to be on duty.

To secure the funeral procession.

What's so urgent?

My boss needs an invitation.

To the memorial service?

Don't you need one too?

I'm a crime reporter. G�mb�s died of renal cancer.

And that's not my beat.

You're a hopeless cynic.

Just a realist.

Don't you believe in anything at all?

Yes, of course. Myself.

I believe in headlines.

They don't have to be true.

No matter what they say.

There is no such thing as objective truth.

I'm interested in a person's fate.

And death is the last stop on the road.

What I care about is how he gets there.

- What time do we start? - What about the curfew?

Who cares about that? It's a private club, right?

Far as I'm concerned, we can get started. The opponent is already here.

So what are we waiting for? Miska, you ready?

He'll never be ready.

You should've seen this kid.

He could've been a champ.

But the half-wit went to America instead.

To America?

Baron Andr�s Sz�ll�sy.

The new club owner.

A round of Champagne for everyone!

On the house.

Come on, Miska!

Is it really so fascinating to watch two men beat each other to a pulp?

Depends on how they do it.

Isn't there some way I could get your attention?

Depends on how you do it.

See?

What did I tell you?

Imagine if he could actually box, too?

Common!

Rise and shine, kid!

I have to leave in ten minutes.

What's your name again?

I'm Mira. But last night you called me Princess.

Let's stick to Mira for now.

Maybe later I'll promote you.

Get dressed, sweetheart.

Five minutes.

You look great.

Can I come in?

I just got back.

After six months in Germany.

Six months? How could I forget?

How about some tea?

I'm in a hurry.

You seen my shoes?

Last night you were drinking champagne from them.

Oh, yeah.

I'm Mira.

Krisztina.

Careful, you'll catch your death in this weather.

All I want is some tea.

The train stopped at every station. We waited at the border for hours.

I'm freezing. - Found it!

You mind if I don't wait for you?

When you finish your tea, just put the key...

under the doormat.

Give it to the Super.

Zsigmond!

Yes?

I'm broke. I need to find some kind of work.

What's it to me?

You're a newspaperman. I'm a photographer.

You can't be serious?

GYULA G�MB�S IS DEAD

This works.

This one too.

What is this?

Uh, I thought a happy picture wouldn't hurt.

G�mb�s is dead. He's not stepping out.

Lose that one.

The G�mb�s articles from the German and Italian papers.

But let's not make a habit of it.

Val�ria, you are an angel.

I swear I'll love you forever.

Too bad you're too young for me.

You're fresh. But don't let me stop you.

Hello? Evening News.

Zsigmond! It's for you.

Gordon.

Kalm�r. We found a woman.

What kind of woman?

What do you think?

Dead.

I'm the first to know, right?

I always call you first.

As long as I get my five peng�s.

Give me the address.

On Nagydi�fa Street you'll see the cops.

On my way.

Val�ria, I need a photographer.

- When? - Right now.

Turcs�nyi sent everybody to cover the funeral.

How the hell am I supposed to work without a photographer?!

When will they pay me for the photos?

You're really that broke?

I left everything in Berlin.

I had to leave in a hurry.

You pissed off another man?

Yes, his name is Adolf, and he's got a moustache under his nose.

Friend of mine was taken to a camp...

where they lock up dissenters.

I used fake papers to get a job there.

And did you find him?

No, but I took some pictures, and tried to publish them in Berlin.

That was a bad idea.

You still have it?

A souvenir from an old friend.

Still works.

Why throw it away?

Sorry, this area is off limits.

Kalm�r!

She's with me.

Can you handle this?

I've seen worse.

When did she die?

She's still warm.

Maybe half an hour ago.

And how did she die?

How should I know? I don't see any blood.

Name?

Nothing in her purse, just an empty wallet.

And this.

A Miriam?

What's a Miriam?

A prayer book for Jewish women.

Maybe someone will report her missing.

If anyone even bothers.

She won't be the first hooker to be buried in an unmarked grave.

The means are endless.

But the end is always the same.

- How are they? - Good.

Very good.

It's odd.

Well groomed hair and nails, nice clothes.

She sure doesn't look like a prostitute.

I've met her before.

She invited herself to lunch.

Pay the check.

Mr. Reporter, sir!

What do you want, son? I'm in a hurry.

Someone left this for you yesterday.

- Who? - I wasn't there.

Thank you, sir.

I was only borrowing the money.

Forgive me.

You got one minute.

I see you didn't sleep last night.

You can say that again.

They mustered the entire police force for this funeral.

And unless the communists blow up the Chain Bridge,

I don't want to deal with anything else.

They want to blow up the Chain Bridge?

You got thirty seconds left.

- One quick question. - I'm waiting.

Yesterday they found a dead girl on Nagydi�fa Street.

On Nagydi�fa Street? Great.

It's been a while since we found a dead whore there.

How do you know she was a whore?

Next to Klauz�l Square?

If she had been a nice girl, I would've heard about it.

But since I haven't, she must've been a whore.

Take a good look.

You sure you've never seen her before?

Positive.

Gell�rt, I need a word with you.

Yes, Minister, sir.

I'm done here.

Bon appetit, Mr. Vogel!

Getting ready for carnival, Vogel?

No, I have to write about that Smile Club again.

Ever since the Crash they've been my cross to bear.

They think their smiling will make the country happier.

You know all about the city's love life, right?

If I don't know about it, it didn't happen.

I'm looking for someone.

Who isn't?

Who takes naughty pictures in this town?

You want a list?

The girl I saw in the picture was wearing a hat.

Oh, a hat...

Very exciting.

And why do you care?

Because she just got murdered.

And if I don't dig up more on her, it'll only be half a column on page 7.

And you want it on page 2?

The front page.

And if I help you, what do I get in return?

I'll walk your dog for you.

I don't have a dog.

Then I'll buy you dinner.

At Gundel's.

Out with it already.

I only know of one guy who takes photos like that.

His name is Skublics.

And under what rock do I find this Skublics?

Give me a bit more smile.

Seductive. More.

Now take a puff from the cigarette.

That's it.

That's it. Push your hair back.

Who are you?

Don't you know how to knock?

You took a picture of a young girl.

She had a birthmark on her breast that is unusual.

You know how many girls I shoot here?

- I don't remember. - Of course you do.

What are you, a cop?

What's this girl doing here?

I'm taking her portrait.

A portrait, right? Get out of here.

Leave me alone. I want to stay.

Let her go! Come on, let's go.

Here's five peng�.

Go home.

You think you're some kind of hero?

Tomorrow she'll be back on the streets.

With no papers the cops will take her to the workhouse.

Does the Vice Squad know about your business?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm an artist.

You call that art?

I do.

I've got one here, too.

You recognize her?

I've never seen that girl in my life.

Take a good look, Skublics!

Want some?

No, I already ate.

Who did you come to see?

A young girl. They brought her in yesterday.

Pretty, black hair?

That's the one.

Let me see.

Here it is.

It's strange that they already did the autopsy.

The Minister of the Interior rushed it through. I don't know why.

And I don't want to know.

Let's take a look at the girl.

Here we go.

I don't understand.

This has never happened to me before.

She is supposed to be here.

ADOLF HITLER SQUARE

You left the front door open again, Grandfather.

Who would want to come in?

Anybody.

In this town they'll kill you for a few peng�s.

Nonsense. You see murder everywhere.

Next time lock the door.

Are you taking your medicine?

Medicine? Who needs medicine?

Forty years as a doctor, I know what medicine will get you.

This is the best medicine.

Simply divine.

Have a taste.

Your last batch of jam put me out of commission for two days.

Yes, it was a mistake to put chestnuts in it.

But this is really amazing! Grape-rhubarb jam.

So?

You didn't take the seeds out of the grapes?

Damn! The one thing I forgot.

And sugar, too.

Hey, Grandfather, can you stop cooking?

Come, I need your help.

Another murder?

They killed a girl on Nagydi�fa Street.

There's something wrong about it.

There's something wrong with most of the girls down there.

It's not the girl that's the problem.

Her body disappeared from the morgue.

What do you mean, disappeared?

Somebody took it.

'Cause of death is severe internal bleeding...

of the epigastric region resulting from a severe contusion.'

In plain language?

Someone punched her in the stomach so hard she died.

Someone wanted to make sure...

she was never going to have that baby.

She was two months pregnant.

I've been on the crime beat so long...

that I've developed a sixth sense.

I get a feeling in my gut.

Like it is telling me...

things are not what they seem.

Bourbon?

I'll have one.

You look pretty bad.

This is nothing.

Just goes with the job.

I see, now you're running a circus.

Nah, it's just business.

I saw this in America.

I do more business in one night than I did in a month.

Why did you leave America?

I lied in an article once.

You wouldn't be the first.

Andr�s, a moment, please.

Yes, Minister.

Excuse me.

And if he can't pay you back?

It's an investment.

I own the largest coffee import company.

I've also got four businesses in Germany.

Getting pretty nasty up there.

I import coffee.

Not fascism.

Excuse me, Minister.

Madame.

Have you seen my husband?

He's sitting over there.

Andr�s, please.

Irma!

What are you doing here?

- You didn't come home, did you forget? - What?

About the birthday.

I arranged everything so nicely.

We even baked a cake.

Allow me to introduce my wife.

- Zsigmond Gordon. - I love this music.

Chopin's sonatas are so soothing.

It's time for you to rest. I'll take you home.

I slept all afternoon.

And you have to take your medicine.

MURDER ON NAGYDI�FA STREET

You still working on the obituary?

- What's that? - An article.

They found a dead girl on Nagydi�fa Street.

Are you kidding me? I told you to write the obit.

You mean this?

- And who is this dead girl? - A whore.

Did they at least chop her up?

- No. - Then nobody cares.

Chicago was where I saw my first dead body.

She had long red hair.

They said she'd jumped out the window.

But I had the feeling she'd been pushed.

I was so green that I believed the cops.

Ever since it's bothered me that I didn't dig deeper.

What do you want?

I'm writing an article about the girl...

they found dead on Nagydi�fa Street.

I don't know nothing about no girl.

If I were you, I wouldn't either.

The problem is everyone else knows about it.

And they also know that you run half the whores in this town.

I thought, before I write the article I'd talk to you first.

So I can write that you deny it.

You're writing what?!

How about this?

'Tibor K�nk�ly, alias Csuli,

denies that the dead girl worked for him.'

And I won't forget to mention that she was pregnant.

Sit down.

The article will come out anyway. I've already seen to that.

You're bluffing.

Maybe I am.

Maybe I'm not.

You're messing up my business.

After so many years... Gordon I didn't expect this from you.

Did you really come hereto write an article about me?

No.

All I want to know is who killed the girl and why.

I'll tell you all I know about the girl.

But keep your mouth shut, or I'll rearrange your pretty face.

No thanks, I like it this way.

She was my girl for a spell.

J�zsi Labor�ns found her on the streets, he recruited her.

She was classy, not like the rest.

Her clients adored her. She earned quite a reputation.

Then someone showed up here.

Told me we need to talk.

The next day the girl had disappeared.

That's all I know about her.

And who was this man?

I never said it was a man.

I know J�zsi Labor�ns. I'll ask him myself.

Unfortunately, J�zsi is no longer with us.

You know Skublics?

Who doesn't?

How can I get him to talk?

He's got his weak spot, too.

One of my guys saw him going to a meeting.

What kind of meeting?

It wasn't the Boy Scouts, that's for sure.

HUNGARIAN ROYAL POLICE

'Work awaits you in the night.'

'Your life is about to start.'

'Learn to entertain, my boy!'

'Learn to laugh, to cry, if you must!'

'Learn to smile in times of trouble!'

'Look out for yourself, and no one else!'

I've got a job for you.

Who do I have to shoot?

A Commie named Skublics.

All right.

Why not?

'Because everything, everything is theatre!'

How dare you play that Jewish crap for Hungarians.

'I wasn't always a poor boy.'

'My dear mother raised me well.'

What, are you deaf?

I asked you a question.

How dare you play Jewish music for us?

Stop taking photos!

Don't touch her.

What's going on here?

Your place is...

a Jewish rat's nest.

Get out! Get the hell out of here!

Please, continue.

Get out!

'Learn to entertain, my boy!'

Get out!

Let's go.

'Learn to smile in times of trouble!'

'Look out for yourself, and no one else!'

Skublics is going to come out of that door.

The streetlights are off, you can't take a photo here.

I'll tell you what I can or can't do.

Go over there and give me a signal, when Skublics is coming out.

Then what?

Just wait and see.

All right.

Please, get in.

- What's your name? - Cz�vek, ma'am.

Cz�vek.

Roll down to the corner with your lights off.

No problem.

Turn on the lights!

Hit the gas!

Hey! What are you doing?

Give me that!

Stop!

Stop them!

After the turn jump out and I'll keep going.

Was I too far away?

Distance is pretty relative.

When you left six months ago, I thought you were just going to the store.

Did you miss me?

It's hard to find a good photographer.

This one is from that camp?

Yes.

I didn't think this kind of thing was possible.

These will never be published here.

I know.

But I got a telegram from London.

They asked me to send more.

Maybe they'll put them in an exhibition.

So you're leaving again?

At least someone cares about it there.

And when would that be?

It depends.

On what?

Do you want me to go?

That's not what I said.

Do you want me to stay?

And what do you want?

I'll make some tea.

You opening a pet store, Vogel?

Gossip is my beat.

That lady is getting divorced, and she wants half the dog, too.

Do you know this guy next to Skublics?

If I did, I wouldn't be here.

Come with me.

He was arrested in 1923.

But was sent to the USSR in a prisoner exchange.

All we know is that he became a member of the NKVD.

You know what that is?

The Russian secret police.

Pretty much.

He hasn't been seen for 12 years but it seems this Commie is back in town.

You want to tell me his name?

Ger�. Ern� Ger�.

If you show this picture to the police, Skublics is finished.

Taking a trip?

So it was you.

I should've known.

What do you want from me?

Last time I asked about a girl.

Tell me what you know about her?

Why should I trust you?

If not, I'll send this picture to the authorities.

Would you rather talk to them?

I don't know her name.

- Marg� V�r�s brought her here. - Who's that?

She's out of your league.

Why, who's this Marg� V�r�s?

She's running a high class brothel on Miksa Falk Street.

Why take photos of the girl?

For the catalogue.

That's how the politicians pick the girls.

You mean she was a callgirl for politicians?

Actually, just the Upper Chamber.

The Lower Chamber is full of riff-raff.

She was plucked by Marg� V�r�s.

Marg� took her from Csuli.

Csuli let that happen?

No one can touch Marg�.

She's protected.

Who's protecting her?

Skublics, you hear me?

Who's protecting her?

Get in!

You're running a taxi service, too?

We're giving you a ride home.

Why pay for a taxi?

Go.

You look like shit.

The beauty parlor was closed.

I heard you're pretty busy these days.

Since when does a lowlife reporter...

mess with a police captain's inquiry?

Three years ago.

When your corrupt predecessor went down.

Thanks to the help of this reporter.

It was team work.

We did it for the good of the city.

This isn't where I live.

Let's take a walk.

Oh. Need a light?

How did you get that?

We found it next to a corpse by the name of Skublics.

I could lock you up for this, Zsigmond Gordon.

You know I didn't kill him, right?

Convince me.

What do you want from me?

No. No. No. The question is, what do you want?

Start at the beginning. What were you doing at Skublics' place?

And why did you go talk to Csuli?

The dead girl. The one from Nagydi�fa Street.

What's that dead girl to you?

The question is: what is she to you?

You're getting old, Gell�rt.

Losing your memory.

I saw a photograph of that girl in your office.

Now listen to me, you shithead!

Forget about that girl.

If you keep sniffing around,

I'll have you locked up for murder,

and thrown in the clink and let you rot.

I wouldn't, if I were you!

Isn't it a bit early for it, pretty boy. What do you want?

I'm looking for a girl.

Everyone who comes here is looking for a girl.

Come back at night.

Can I come in?

Looking good.

If this girl pulled something shady,

I've got nothing to do with it.

Everyone here answers for themselves.

She didn't pull anything.

What did she do then?

She died.

So you came about Judit?

So that's her name?

You ought to know.

You knew her.

I didn't say I knew her.

I just want to find out who killed her and why.

Didn't you notice she was missing?

She ran away over a week ago.

You want a drink?

I'd prefer bourbon, if you have any.

I have everything.

Bottoms up!

And who were her clients?

No questions about my guests.

Why do I feel like you don't want to help me?

Because you read people well.

Did she ever get phone calls? Receive a letter?

How did you know about the letter?

I didn't, until now.

Why did Judit run away?

A man was here.

He was looking for her.

I don't know what happened between them.

That night she disappeared.

Who was the man?

Are you afraid of him?

How do I get rid of you?

You just have to ask nicely.

That Marg� V�r�s sure knows how to ask nicely.

Too bad she's not my type.

How much longer do I have to wait?

Don't forget the bottle.

I'm coming.

'Dear Fanny, tomorrow I leave for New York.'

'My father is forcing me to go.'

'He became a rabbi to find answers to all his questions.'

'But fear was stronger than his faith.'

'I'll work and make enough money to bring you over.'

'Be patient. Soon we'll be free together.'

'Your Simon.'

So her name was Fanny, not Judit.

That much we know.

And that she was in love with a rabbi's son.

None of this fits together.

What's not to understand?

Obviously, her parents opposed the marriage.

A broken heart.

So she became a prostitute?

Others commit suicide.

It's not the same thing.

And some run all the way to Berlin.

Murder on Nagydi�fa Street.

The Evening News readers are in for a special report on a chilling crime.

A hooker was killed on Nagydi�fa Street.

But that's not unusual for that seedy neighborhood

What is unusual that I am certain

that very influential people are involved in the murder.

The kind who are above suspicion.

Do you have the time?

This is a warning.

If you keep sniffing around, next time you won't be so lucky.

Just a minute!

What happened to you?

Nothing.

You should see the other guy.

Who did this to you?

I have no idea.

People don't get beat up for no reason.

It's happened before.

All right.

Sorry.

You are so beautiful.

Now, show me that finger.

Leave me alone, I'm fine.

That I can see.

Does it hurt?

Of course not.

Well, now it's going to.

Is there blood in your urine?

If I say no, are you going to kick me in the kidneys?

Two days of bed rest.

Okay, okay. Whatever you say.

I know you're lying.

If you know, then why bother?

Left, left, left, left. Left-right-left. That's it.

Coach!

What happened to you?

Someone didn't like my face, so he rearranged it for me.

Who was that bastard?

I was hoping you'd know.

What did he look like?

I couldn't get a good look at him in the dark.

But he was big as an ox.

No teeth left on top.

And his nose looked like someone hit him with a shovel.

That might be Pojva.

He was a good boxer but didn't go the distance.

He started drinking.

Ladies and gentlemen! The fight begins in 5 minutes!

Place your bets.

On my left, the one and only Bog�r.

And Pojva, at two to one.

Are you Pojva?

Who wants to know?

The last guy you beat to a pulp.

Who hired you?

Daddy! Give me money!

What for?

I'm hungry.

Get lost!

Pojva, you're up!

Here's a peng�... take it.

I'm still too young to do that.

You don't have to do anything.

Just take it.

That's a nice scarf.

Where did you get it?

Daddy gave it to me.

Krisztina?

What's wrong?

What happened?

Nothing.

I went to take some photos at Marg� V�r�s' place.

Are you crazy?

I thought it was important.

It hurts there, too.

Same here.

Three.

Fourteen.

Fourteen.

Hello, Zsigmond.

Hello, Senator.

Six.

Nine.

What do you want? I already told you everything.

You told me nothing.

You know a lot more than that.

I don't like it when people threaten my girlfriend.

Well, I didn't think you were the lovey-dovey type.

And why should I care?

These negatives were hanging at Skublics' apartment.

That's Skublics' problem.

Skublics no longer has any problems.

The only problem is they think I killed him.

And did you?

Did you?

Why would I do that?

Perhaps to please a wealthy client.

Tell me...

What are you afraid of?

Who are you afraid of?

Who came to see the girl that night?

I don't want to see you here again.

What are you doing here?

Well, if it isn't Mira!

Or would you rather I call you princess?

Mira!

- I'm in a hurry. - Wait, wait.

There was a girl here named Judit.

What do you know about her?

She's dead.

Did you know her? Did you ever talk to her?

She never talked to anybody.

Only to Miss Ter�z. She makes our clothes.

What do you know about Ter�z?

I don't know anything.

Mira, you're lying.

Her name is Ter�z �kr�s.

Will you be my wife?

What do you mean?

Let's pretend we are married and you need a new wardrobe.

I see.

Good idea.

I got another wire from London.

They want to do a show of my pictures.

I have to decide by tomorrow.

You know what I think about that.

No, Zsigmond, I don't know.

Let's talk about it tonight, okay?

Okay.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Ter�z �kr�s.

Why?

I want to have a dress made for my wife.

I heard she is very good.

I'm Ter�z.

Come in.

This way, please.

In here.

Can I offer you a biscuit?

Thank you.

Have a biscuit.

Oh, thank you.

There's plenty.

Sit down.

I sit enough all day.

We're not tired, ma'am.

Don't you ma'am me.

I'm 45, and I earn my keep.

These are great, can I have another one?

Help yourself, they're in the kitchen.

Come over here.

Take off your coat.

Do you get a lot of work?

I could do with more.

I'd like a wool coat.

With a fur collar.

SERVANT'S LICENSE

- Do you need help? - Oh, no, I just...

this women's stuff always bores me.

I'm going out... for a smoke.

A name.

A familiar name in her servant's license.

All we are missing is the final piece of the puzzle.

Did you get run over by a steamroller?

I'd have preferred that.

Val�ria, I need your help.

I have to take a look in the archive.

Zsigmond, your ten minutes was up an hour and a half ago.

Just another minute.

That's what you said at midnight.

Did your lover give you the boot?

You look miserable.

I haven't slept at all.

Well, I have.

As a matter of fact, I'm still asleep.

Excuse me.

I don't want to take advantage of your friendship.

Never mind. I had to get up anyway.

I'm leaving for Berlin in an hour. We are opening a new factory tomorrow.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Please, have a seat.

How can I be of service?

I'm in a bit of a bind.

The cops are after me, and everyone else has declared open season on me.

How do you think I can help you?

Please, sit.

You have connections I could only dream of.

What's this all about?

Lately, I've been working on a story involving a girl.

What did she do?

Nothing, just a broken heart.

And you need my help for that?

Her father forbade her to see her lover, and she ran away.

That's a boring story.

Not really.

The girl ended up on R�k�czi Street.

That's where she got snapped up by a hood named J�zsi Labor�ns.

He's a pimp.

You know how he turns them?

- First, he gives them a real good beating. - Would you like a coffee?

I'd rather have a bourbon.

It's too early for that.

Trust me.

This is something special.

Arabica has an entirely different aroma.

It's a finicky plant, but worth the trouble.

If the beating doesn't work, they blackmail the girl.

She can become a whore or go to the workhouse.

Where you get syphilis on the first day.

Many people drink it with milk and sugar.

In some places, with cinnamon and cardamom.

Or even with pepper.

The father even managed to get the girl's lover sent to America.

Did you know that the Ethiopians put a pinch of salt in it?

The girl's name was Fanny Sz�ll�sy.

Fanny Sz�ll�sy?

I don't have a daughter.

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF THE SZ�LL�SY FAMILY

Is this the daughter you don't have?

Please, Andr�s, the maid has packed your bags.

Sorry for my appearance, I wasn't expecting guests.

- A bourbon? - Are you a mind reader?

I just know my husband's friends.

Your husband just convinced me to have a coffee instead.

You must forgive him.

Coffee is his life.

Where did this come from?

Irma, please, go back upstairs.

Do you know anything about my daughter?

Have you seen her? Have you met her?

Irma, go back upstairs.

Where is she?

Say something!

I'm sorry.

What's that?

What's on that paper?

What's that paper?

Andr�s!

- What is that? - The autopsy report.

There is no name on this.

It's just a piece of paper, doesn't prove anything.

This girl was pregnant.

It couldn't be our daughter.

Are you going to tell her?

Or should I?

For a long time you didn't know what happened to your daughter, either.

Until about two weeks ago. When you stopped by Marg� V�r�s' place.

And you saw a new girl.

Your own daughter.

Then you realized who your politician buddies were fooling around with.

You knew?

You knew where she was?

And you didn't tell me?

I was losing my mind and you knew?

You knew all along?

Then, Fanny disappeared from the brothel, too.

So you asked your minister buddy to have them look for her.

That's how Police Chief Gell�rt got involved.

Naturally, you hid the fact that it was your daughter.

And they were only looking for a whore.

And they sent a former boxer named Pojva after her.

But Pojva decided to rob her, too.

But Fanny resisted.

She died from the blow.

Don't, Irma!

How could you?

How could you?

I just wanted her to come home.

You drove her away from home.

You know how stubborn she was.

Do you have any idea how she must have suffered?

Any idea?

It's your fault she ended up on the street.

It's your fault she sold her body.

It's your fault she's dead.

You killed her.

She was about to turn 21.

At least I gave her a decent burial.

Ter�z �kr�s' servant's license.

So that's how you put it together?

We hired her when Fanny was born.

Why didn't you let your daughter love whoever she wanted?

The son of a rabbi?

In this day and age?

Don't you know what's going on here?

I had to protect her.

Even from herself?

You don't understand anything.

I'm Jewish too but my family converted.

But nothing is enough for them.

I lost everything.

Everything.

Shall we cut the cake, Andr�s?

You haven't touched your coffee? Don't let it get cold.

How do you take it?

Cream and lots of sugar for me.

But Andr�s takes his black, right Andr�s?

Of course.

As usual.

Are you arresting me?

On the contrary, today I was instructed to drop your case.

I know who murdered the girl.

The case is closed.

Here you go.

I almost forgot.

It's yours.

So I didn't kill Skublics, then?

What's going to happen with Marg� and Csuli now?

Someone else would replace them.

At least we already know them.

You've become a real piece of shit, Gell�rt.

Just a realist.

If they'd told you to get rid of me,

would you have done it?

Do I have to answer that?

You already did.

Gyuri, have you seen Krisztina?

- She just left. - Did she say where she was going?

Well, she wasn't going to the store.

She had a few suitcases.

Thank you.

I had a rough day yesterday.

Every day is a rough day with you.

When will you be back?

I don't know.

We could have some tea.

Goodbye, Zsigmond!

'A shocking tragedy took place on Tuesday at a villa in Buda.

Baron Andr�s Sz�ll�sy,

the well-known coffee importer was killed by...

WIFE

took his own life.'

Mr. Reporter, sir!

Good evening.

- What can I get you? - Just a pack of smokes.

The usual.

Buy a few packs. They're half price.

Thanks, one pack is enough.

I'm selling everything at half price.

- The whole shop. - Are you moving, Kov�ch?

I'm getting out of here. I'm leaving on Sunday.

What's the big hurry?

Look, Mr. Reporter.

One arm and decrepit.

I got used to all that.

But now...

all of a sudden I'm a Jew.

That's too much of a good thing.

But you are a war veteran.

Tell that to whoever threw a brick through my window last night.

Come on, Kov�ch!

There's nothing to be afraid of.

After all, this is Budapest.