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Every Saturday, we would stand around in Moscow Square to find parties.

Those who thought themselves cool gathered here.

The only difference that day was that it was my 18th birthday.

I remember I wanted the same pair of cowboy boots Rojál had.

The girls dug that sort of thing, and I'd never had a girlfriend.

The story starts on April 27, 1989.

- Happy fucking birthday! - Thanks.

Look at me, mate!

That's nothing for an adult.

- What did you get? - A Swiss watch.

- Waterproof? - No. It was granddad's.

- What can it do? - Not much. You have to wind it.

Fuck that! Couldn't they do better for an 18th birthday? Congrats.

I'm starting to appreciate the shitty scooter I got.

I've got the addresses.

8 Orom street. They say it's sure.

The other's on the hill.

That's great! I live nearby.

There is one on 17 Szász Károly. That one's from Tihanyi.

We start on the hill and flow downwards.

Why not on Szász Street? It's nearby.

Don't be a dumbass. They're all going.

- Your mum's a dumbass. - Hey!

- What d'you know? - 17 Károly Szász street.

- Everyone knows that. - Then it's sleepy time.

MOSCOW SQUARE

What's happening, out of petrol?

Who was it?

- Who threw out the bottle? - You have to say 'sir'.

Get out!

Thanks. We didn't want to go any further.

Out! Clear out of my bus!

A bus driver can't put his hand on me!

Get off my bus!

What bus? This belongs to the people.

You oaf.

- Oaf yourself...! - Mace 'em!

You oaf, you!

Clap now, you'll miss us later.

- Down! - No one said it was a basement.

Take it easy. You go ahead.

- Hi. Who invited you? - Zoli.

- What Zoli? - Zoli Kocsis.

- Are you the host? - Kind of.

Chianti, is it?

Stop, my brother's inside, I want to talk to him.

Listen. Take off your shoes!

Who are they?

This isn't just my opinion. It should've happened years ago.

Hi! Do you want some Chianti?

- Look what the cat's dragged in. - My classmates.

I can see that. Let's look around.

Free elections should've taken place years ago.

- For a legitimate parliament. - Nothing will happen until...

How long have the Russians been here? Since 1956.

It was a revolution, not a counter-revolution.

We can't talk about it freely.

Can I make a call?

As long as there is no right to strike...

- Can we eat a sandwich? - Don't ask, eat!

- Heavy mugs around here. - Sure.

Lots of little Ságodis.

The garden is OK, isn't it?

Yeah. We should get rid of the geeks.

- They're pretty slow. - Yeah.

How could Rojál and Csömör last so long?

- Got a light? - No.

Hey guys, does anyone have a light?

Listen up!

Me?

Sure.

Here.

- Hi, Kigler! - Hello.

Petya, look who's here?

- Hi. - Hi.

What are you doing here?

- Hi. - Hi.

- It's Petya's birthday. - The 18th?

That's awesome!

- There's some champagne in the kitchen. - Thanks for the tip.

- Just the two of you? - Yeah, just us.

U2 is cool.

Fucking Boney M is poison... What the hell is this?

- Issued by the Propaganda Department... - Don't read it, take it!

Here's revolution for you, creeps.

- No. We know the girl. - Don't be such a creep.

In his first letter to the Corinthians,

St. Paul lists a few specific features.

- What's up? You watching the mass? - A movie.

...humble, selfless...

Lads, do we have Rambo?

I'll record it.

Good of you.

Everything's slowed down here. Let's hit it.

Bye!

Come on, Petya.

Stop!

Hey boss, a bottle of whisky for a lift up the hill?

Let me see.

Original Ballantines.

- Get in. - Get in, all of you.

8 Orom Street. Above the reservoir.

Ok, but the meter won't be on...

Switch on the radio or I'll cut the upholstery.

The social organisations...

Good God, Grandpa. Cut it.

...the parties being formed.

Don't throw up in here!

You got your whisky, grandpa, stop worrying!

All right...

I've had goulash end up on my neck before.

- I need to piss. - Hurry up.

Six and ten?

Where the devil is number 8?

God only knows. I guess you have to go up.

Rajnai...

It's locked. Ring the bell.

If there is no 8, that's a bottle of whisky down the drain.

Calm down. Number 6 and 10 are here, number 8 has to be right uphill.

- Who are you looking for? - 8 Orom Street. The Rajnais.

No such number, no such person.

What do you mean there is no 8?

- The Council fucked up. - Go back to sleep!

I knew you'd screw it up.

Go to hell!

This is a residential area. Don't disturb people!

Have you ever seen anything like that?

Beeline to Szász Street.

- What's up? - A fake fucking address.

Yeah! You're a fag, a prick and a moron at the same time!

Horrible. No one in the building can sleep because of you.

Coming, going, sitting down.

I'll call the police if I have to, son.

Cops!

- What is it? - Come on, the cops are here.

Right. See ya.

The staircase in the back!

- Go back! - Hey man, relax!

This is the best grub there is.

Yeah, right.

But why fill it with damn pickles, though?

I like it as is.

- Are you going to school on Monday? - I don't give a fuck.

And if they kick you out?

We're not going to university, are we?

Are you walking?

Yeah.

I'll just hop into a taxi.

I'll call you tomorrow.

- Good morning. - Hi.

- How was it? - Tough.

- What does that mean? - Leave me alone!

- Do you want some coffee? - No.

- Where have you guys been? - We were partying.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

- Drinking? - A bit of champagne.

I'd like to sleep...

- What do you want for lunch? - Anything.

It's always the same to you.

There you go.

Whoah.

This should be wound from time to time.

You should know that by now. Doesn't matter.

There were a lot of us, the bridge was full.

Looking back, I saw the crowd snaking all the way to the boulevard.

- It was a good feeling... - Were there any cops?

- What? - And the cops?

Yeah, some. A vanload at the foot of the bridge,

some on horseback, coming and going...

- Was it as rough as on March 15? - No.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Did you do that bust up? - What bust up?

You know it. The bathroom was wrecked, and things went missing.

- Back off. - No, Zsófi?

- It wasn't them. - Sure, it was them.

It was just him and Kigler. Right?

- We met on the terrace, right? - I'm not a fool.

How about the other two guys?

- I don't know. Let it go. - Stop kidding. It was the four of you.

For God's sake, stop it! You asshole.

Good morning.

It's nice to see the hunger for learning, fresh faces...

I'd like to know...

Sir, my report: the sun is shining.

School break starts in a week.

I'm well, I'm mentally balanced

and no one's absent.

I'm ever so happy.

- Kigler is absent. - As usual.

- Petya! - Yeah?

- Do you know anything about Kigler? - I’m not sure, maybe he is ill.

Ill...

OK.

The good news and the bad news. Which one first?

The good one!

So...

A decision has been made up the line

in the Ministry,

which will significantly influence...

the upcoming final exams.

Namely...

that given the evolution of the political situation...

no history after 1945 will be featured

this year in the exam questions.

This is good news for all of us.

For you it means 4 fewer items to learn...

and it's good news for me,

because whatever is in here

is obviously highly reflective of reality, but...

maybe not 100% so.

Cheers to you, Sir!

Kigler, my boy. Sorry for having started the lesson without you.

- Don't mention it. - You just missed the good news.

The bad one’s that Mrs. Juhász said

you can't take your finals

unless you attend the class.

- Thank you for the useful information. - Don't mention it, son.

- Happy new year! - The same to you, Sir.

- You were nearly caught, right? - Yeah.

We ran down the stairs, I'm not even kidding.

The cops came and shoved everyone into the digs.

Rojál tried to defend the host,

- but he was carted away. - Really?

- How do you know? You weren't there. - How do I know?

The phone's been invented. I called my friend.

Whatever. What happened next?

- Were they released? - Of course.

They spent a few hours in there.

Rojál kicked a policeman in the stomach.

What's so funny?

They all got a flit of spray and done.

Wasn't Csömör nicked?

Him, the king of thieves, the Lord himself?

Unbelievable. Stop smoking in here, it drives me up the wall.

- How about saying hello, you fag? - I did say hello. Move your foot.

- Did anyone hear you? - Your mother.

What was that, you Commie fag?

I'm not a Commie, you nouveau rich dickhead.

Who are you calling a dickhead?

Come on Kigler, to the blackboard.

Problem no. 4084. Write it up.

We've already done that one.

Let him write. He was absent.

'17 boys are going on a two day excursion...'

And the girls?

Leave the girls now.

'They take one bedroom with 8 beds,'

'one with 4 beds,'

Go on, Kigler.

'They get one room with 4 beds, one with 3 and one with 2.'

Stop it!

- I've done nothing. - Seres, Ságodi, leave the room.

- But... - I said leave the room. Understand?

Hurry up, young man!

We're listening, Kigler!

'And one room with 2 beds.'

- 'How many...?' - Write it on the board!

OK.

- Yes. Well, 4084... - Zsófi, what are you doing?

Elementary...

Let's hear it...

17 boys...

plus...

three rooms.

- That was totally unfair. - Yeah.

Thanks, Miss. I don't need any more exercise books.

Wait a minute!

- Do you remember... - Hi!

- Congrats! - Thanks!

- Do you want a ride? - Was it you who decorated our bathroom?

Me? Are you dim? It was Petya.

- He has a better hand. - Of course.

- He went over the board a bit. - Don't you believe it.

- It must've been those two strangers. - What two strangers?

- There were four of them... - Two, not four. Remember?

They said it the other day. Come on now!

I know it was you and it is extremely rude.

Hi, Petya! Let's go now.

Petya, look at this!

- Whose car is this? - Yours truly! Just got it.

A fucking Porsche?

Get in!

Thanks for your help, mate.

We'll go upstairs, get some rest, OK?

Bye!

Oh, Johnny, you're the biggest!

Faster!

What's wrong with porn?

Nothing. I just want to watch this now.

Come on now.

Here, watch it, then.

Why take offence at every damn thing?

Faster!

Hi there... Juditka, right?

No, no! Don't help me... Krisztike!

That’s my favourite tape. Where was it?

Gábor had put it in, they went upstairs.

No trouble! Make yourself at home.

- How about some whisky? - No, thanks.

- How was your graduation? - We're still in school.

- I see. And how are you? - Fine.

- Everything OK? - Yes.

- All right, then. What about maths? - It's fine, thanks.

And PE? Top marks?

Sure. But I have to go. Lots of studying.

Why the hurry? Don't go. Stay a little!

- Aren't you having fun? - Sure I am. See you.

Fucking go then...

- Greetings, uncle Jancsi! - Hi.

- Who was this chick? - A classmate.

- Did you fuck her? - I wish. She wouldn't let me...

She's hot, you shouldn't skip her.

- Your grandma? - She's OK.

Gabi is home!

- He passed the maths exam... - So I hear...

The Porsche is great, we tested it.

What Porsche?

It's one of my most expensive cars, God dammit.

How could you fuck up like that?

- The lad said you'd agreed to it. - You phone and ask!

I could fire you for this.

Don't say that, boss... He's your son!

Should my asshole of a son take the best car?

- Stop it. It's not his fault. - Shut your trap. Get off the car!

If you gave me yours, I wouldn't have to do this.

What did I get when I was 18, huh?

- Not even a bicycle! - Cut it out!

I got around on foot, like an animal.

And I drank water like flowers! Shut up!

- Boss, is anything wrong? - I'll strangle you, motherfucker.

- Uncle Jancsi! - What?

- Can I get in? - Yes.

Laci, how much do we sell that Lada for?

- The red one? - Yes.

Fifty.

Lovely red Lada.

This car's worth way more than 50.

But you can have it for 45.

It was used as a taxi, it's in great shape. It's a bargain.

Let's make it 40 for your gran's sake.

Try it, you fool! Pedal to the metal! Giddy up!

Switch into fifth gear.

Youth, politics and culture.

- It's good, isn't it? - Yeah, awesome.

- A spitting image of your dad. - I can't see the similarities.

Don't tell me that! He grew up with me.

- Can I have more spuds? - Wolf it down.

- We've found a cheap Lada. - A Lada? What for?

It can be used as a taxi...

- What are you talking about? - A private taxi. Earns a lot.

- But those who go private... - What about them?

You cannot be serious!

Didn't you want me to have a proper trade?

Come on now...

What will I be doing next year?

I thought you'd take an entrance exam...

What use is that?

- Well, I thought... - You thought what?

You mustn't be a taxi driver.

What else should I be?

- You said you'd be a designer. - When was that?

- You won the drawing competition. - Sure, the drawing competition.

- Thanks for the grub. - Where are you going?

- To look at videos. At our place. - At this time?

- Why not? No school tomorrow. - How come?

Comrade, have you forgotten the 1st of May?

Long live the 1st of May!

Good God!

Give me a cigarette!

We'll buy the cheapest train ticket abroad,

and make a photocopy with the pigeon holes covered. Understand?

- Not quite. - Don't be an idiot, Kigler!

For that, you need a colour copier. Not that cheap...

Don't worry, my dad can do it in his office.

Great. We just need someone to fill it out properly then.

You sap. Petya will do it, no trouble.

Hope so.

He'll do it, I swear. He can draw like an angel.

Listen.

If we succeed, we'll be loaded and won't need to bother anymore.

Drink!

- What now? Go home? - Are you crazy?

Tomorrow is May 1st. The pools open tomorrow.

They're filling them up today.

I love you, Csömör.

What is it, Picasso, out of breath?

Lookie!

Whoopsie!

Hi, angel. Hanging around in Moscow Square?

I'm waiting for someone.

- Me? - Sure.

- Hi. - Are you waiting for your geek friend?

Come on now!

You guys hanging out here?

We're going to Gellért Baths to swim. Come with us!

- I have no bathing suit... - Neither do we.

Come on, asswipes. Tram's coming!

Sweet dreams!

- Where are you going? - Well...

- To the Russian Embassy. - Come on now!

Well...

- Your business... - Come on, fucker!

Come on!

What kind of panties are you wearing, Csömör?

For fuck's sake, look at Petya's.

Whoa! It's cold!

Idiot. Why are you wearing your watch?

You can't get into the pool without a swimming hat.

What are you doing here?

Be gone with you, idiots!

- Can't we have a dip? - What's that, sonny boy?

How about a little extra dosh, boss?

- How much do you think? - Five hundred.

Five hundred?

Eight and you get some waves.

Waves?

- We only have five, bossman. - Off you go, then.

- How much do you have? - Check my trousers. Fish it out.

Coming right up, boss.

If this business is a hit, I'll buy the Porsche from dad.

I'd like to see his face when he hears that.

I'll buy a Japanese jeep or an American one with chrome plated rims.

For fuck's sake, we'll carpet Moscow Square!

We could travel anywhere.

Anywhere, to Amsterdam, or wherever.

Amsterdam is one thing. But we'll go to lake Balaton,

and I'll buy the whole tourism business, fuck them.

What are you doing in the middle of the bridge?

Having breakfast, Officer.

- In the middle of the bridge? - Why, is it forbidden?

Let's have your ID cards.

On the double.

Where'd you get the chairs?

One of our friends is moving home. The car was full.

We're helping him...

- This was the last round. - Really?

These are schoolboys.

And where'd you get the rolls?

- 24/7 store, recently opened. - And I should just believe you.

Seriously. Are you hungry? You want the tip?

What the heck!

Nowhere to eat in this bloody town.

You can't find anything open the whole night.

Where is that 24/7 store?

Down Bartók road, first or second side street.

- Mészöly street? - Maybe.

- After or before Mészöly street? - I'm not sure.

- Do you know where it is? - Yeah, I know.

Thanks. All the best. And cheers for May 1st.

Cheers for May 1st.

- Goodbye! - Enjoy your breakfast!

Excuse me, Sir. I beg your pardon.

- Gabika, Wait! - Leave me alone.

I'll slap you, stand here. Give them with your right hand.

Let me record it. Sorry, Ma'am, just one minute.

I know how it works...

Action... Here you are.

You're very kind, thank you.

Thanks, Ma'am, many thanks.

- You could've shaved. - Yeah, yeah.

- My respects, auntie Boci. - Hello.

- Hello, grandma Boci, we'll talk! - Fine.

- I'll record you. - No, don't...

Thanks.

- Have you seen Dávid? - No.

- Stop it with this Dávid guy. - Never mind. See you in the yard.

- How long will this last? - I don't know.

Dear Parents!

Relatives, friends!

- Dear graduating class! - Hey, children, psst!

Be quiet! Just for two minutes.

A new period will start in your lives.

From childhood to adulthood,

you'll march into real life.

The road will be long and difficult...

- Why are you so nervous? - I am not.

Your man not here?

Leave me alone!

Knowledge, solid faith, building material...

Building materials! Congratulations!

Like what? Bricks or mortar?

- I'll spread it on your back, OK? - OK.

And after many years, when your youth is but a memory...

Cut it out!

It will gild your years...

I hope it gilds your colon, you cow.

After the many years we have spent together...

I wish all of you good luck...

and happiness!

Girls, boys!

Godspeed!

Finally!

- It was awful. - For me, too.

- And Dávid was really not here? - We didn't see him.

Who cares about Dávid!

- Heavens! Haven't you grown! - Thank you! Goodbye.

I've talked the old girl into it. Don't worry...

- And congrats. - Thanks, uncle Jancsi.

The headmistress' speech was so good.

- Well, if you liked it... - I did.

- What's this? Hi, grandma Boci. - Hello, son.

What do you think? The key to the Porsche.

- What? - Come on!

- Did you get it? - Come!

I have to see it! I'll be back later!

- Not a bad car, is it? - Not bad...

Who is this animal?

Stop the car!

What is it?

I have all the questions. Stop!

What?

I buy three pieces of lemon.

If I eat it, it'll make me

yellow.

I'll become as yellow as a lemon

I like chocolate

I buy three brushes

Relax, you know we have to. We'll go up and eat soon...

- Drinks? - That, too...

- There'll be drinks. - But why do we have to?

Because. We'll wait for the others to be done with it then we go up.

- Without me... - Chill.

Come on up! Stop embarrassing me. Come on up!

Come!

I've eaten everything, I thought you were not coming.

- Good evening, Sir! - I know.

Mrs. Juhász and her brandy...

Good evening, Sir.

- Good evening, Sir. - Welcome. Do sit down.

- Eat something. - Read this, Sir!

What's this? A title by Lajos Nagy.

Vörösmarty, Attila József. What is all this?

Allegedly, these will be the A level questions.

- I don't believe it. - My dad got them.

- Who are you? - Zsolt Király.

Széchenyi Grammar School, sports section. Strength and health!

Nice meeting you.

It was his dad who got it from above.

- Are you kidding me? - No! He's my best friend. Believe me.

Trust me, Sir, since I trust you.

Who the hell is Lajos Nagy?

Get it into your head, the problem is not you acing the exam.

And what would happen if we revealed

that the country is chaotic and corrupt?

What do you want to reveal, son?

Everything. All of what happens here.

But what? Can you tell me what?

I can. Education has become corrupt.

You can't prove it. You can't.

So what else can we do?

Let's go through with it.

Provided I'm willing...

Then confront them with the fact that we've done it.

To let them know there was an information leak?

For example...

- Is something wrong? - Not really. I'm just bored.

Yeah. They overreacted a bit.

Come on, I know a lovely bathroom. It's the prettiest one you'll ever see.

Go on, you idiot.

True. And I have the entrance exam questions in my pants.

So, did he call you?

He's an idiot.

He's an conceited egotistical jerk.

- I could've told you that... - Thanks.

You must not use any aid

or you'll be suspended.

Everyone, let's keep this exam clean.

First question:

A literary analysis of January, a story by Lajos Nagy.

I'll write it on the blackboard in case someone didn't catch it.

Lajos Nagy...

January.

- Bye, Miss. - Where are you going?

Home. Where else?

I'm finished.

- In such little time? - Of course.

I’m in a hurry. Bye.

She touched my back with her hand. Can you believe it? It made me shiver.

Here it is!

- The full one is mine! - Thank you!

Don't drink too much, I don't have any more pitchers.

There'll be one more round!

I can't forget her face when I left after half an hour.

She was ready to cry...

I filled up 9 A4 sheets.

She sneezed on my pen - again.

You don't say. And then touched my back with that hand?

Thanks, we'll find our way in from here.

Did you notice his feet stinking?

- Hi. - Here come the cool guys.

- Hi. - Hi.

What happened? Tell us.

Nothing. A two-hour alibi...

- Two beers please! - I'll pay!

- At least, we could rest a little... - Hush. News.

11 o'clock news.

The written high school finals have started across the country.

It's been reported by citizens to our editorial board

that pupils in several high schools in Budapest had advance information

of questions relating to Hungarian literature.

The Ministry of Education has appointed a commission...

I can't believe it!

Fuck, I knew it!

Mikhail Gorbachev has arrived in Beijing.

If you say you knew nothing, they can't prove anything.

And what if they make us retake the exam?

They can do it.

- Did the teacher snitch on us? - Don't make it worse, Csömör.

- OK. I'll go and tell dad... - Bring the mug.

Leave that. And say your prayers, little fellow.

- Run to your daddies! - And what will happen now?

I think we're in for a bad time.

Give me the phone!

Thanks.

- You saw how much we studied. - Yes, sure.

Hello?

Hello. Good afternoon.

Can I speak to Marika Bánki in the Ministry of Education?

Ok, thank you.

They would dishonour pupils by making us retake it.

All right. Keep quiet.

Hello Marika, it's Éva.

I'm OK.

Listen, Marika, I'm calling because

Petya took his finals today and

I don't know what's going on at the Ministry...

What's going on over there?

Emphasise that we didn't know the questions. No one did.

They did not know.

They had studied thoroughly.

- Do you have to sing? - Come on!

- Give it back! - Calm down!

- Give it back! - Quiet!

NEWS May 16, 1989

On May 16...

Not this one, for fuck's sake!

...and József Szilágyi will be buried on June 16 in section 302.

- The graves are being prepared. - What is this? A combine?

Have you never seen a steamroller?

...since Imre Nagy was buried in section 301 at his daughter's request.

- Who the devil was Imre Nagy? - Perhaps Lajos Nagy's brother.

- Are you really such hicks? - Keep quiet.

Sensational results in several high schools...

- Shh! - Listen!

Many schoolkids left the classroom at 10 a.m. after completing their answers.

The suspicions were not unfounded.

This year's questions were leaked.

The Ministry has been aware of that since this morning.

We received a lot of calls.

Is it possible to know how many schools are involved in the scandal?

No one knows exactly.

After the initial calls, we asked for written reports.

The commission can't act on the basis of phone calls.

Shh! Be quiet!

- Shut your mouth! - There may be 8 schools involved.

We called a ministerial meeting,

which decided to cancel the results of the finals in question

and to accept end-of-year marks assigned by teachers.

Do you know what this is? Chaos!

You can thank my father.

- Wouldn't it be better with a blade? - Don't interfere.

Csömör, how far along are we?

- How much was the train ticket? - 200 or something like that.

Then we should sell it for 3 thousand.

- But 2 for mates. - No such thing as a mate in business.

Is this yours, Petya?

Put it back!

Calm down. Take it easy.

Petya, why do you live with your grandma?

Asshole. Drop that.

Why? I don't know anything.

His dad emigrated. His mum is dead. Is it better now?

- OK. I knew nothing. - Not easy.

And where is your father now?

I don't know and I don't want to know.

- Would you just drop it... - Cut it out.

Rojál, have you been to the West?

As a little kid, in London.

All I can recall is the Matchboxes I got. It was good.

- Matchboxes, for fuck's sake. - Matchboxes.

Mercedes Matchbox.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, we're on our way out.

- Stay for a bit. - Goodbye!

- We just stayed for a bit. - There's some scones. Have a bite.

- Thanks. We already ate them. - Bye, grandma Boci.

- When will you be back? - Later. I'm not sure.

We got that much in a day? Fucking unreal.

- I could buy this whole shit. - What do you care?

What would you like?

I'm looking for someone.

You, Miss, may be looking for the travel agency.

As a matter of fact, yes.

The office is under the radiator in the corner.

- Hello. - Hi! May we be of service?

- I'd like a train ticket. - A train ticket?

- To Rome. - To Rome?

At the corner, there is a travel agency, you can order it there.

Come on now. How much is it?

Can we help?

Just hand over the money. Three thousand.

And will you fill it out?

Not us, him, that fellow with the combed-down hair. By the steps.

He'll do it for you.

Bye.

- Are the tickets with you? - Yeah.

- Where to? - To Rome. Couchette, if possible.

To Berlin, via Prague...

To Barcelona, through Nice.

To Athens, but not through Romania!

To London, including the ferry.

To Palermo via Rome.

I'd like to go to Paris.

- How do you know about this? - Are you kidding? Everybody knows.

- Not a word in school, OK? - I won't blow my own ticket...

- Straight through Vienna? - Yeah. Great.

- Lots of people going to Paris. - There'll be a huge celebration.

- The revolution's 200th anniversary. - What revolution?

You're not hot on history. You should do better than that in one week.

- Stop it with that. - OK.

You and Csömör hold down the fort, we'll go and play upstairs.

- Are you going on your own? - Yeah, to see relatives.

That's easy then.

- A drink? - No, thanks. I'm in a hurry.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Then give me three thousand! - What's wrong? It's a shared account.

What are you babbling on about?

Trouble is you're not straight with the dosh.

- Me? - Yes, you!

I pay for the place, the cigarettes, the drinks and all, what else do you want?

Stop it. I can't concentrate.

Can't you see I'm fighting for your share of the money, too?

We just want to play here.

Yeah, it's a game and you're acting like a pussy.

Your mother's a pussy.

- Want me to hit you? - Go on!

Your trouble is you don't know how to live.

Feri. Four Chivas Regals and a packet of Marlboro.

The preparation is quiet. The six coffins command respect.

A quarter to eight. The first wreaths are being placed.

Meanwhile the guards get their final instructions in the Gallery,

away from the public eye.

It is decided that instead of veterans, Fidesz party members will lead the way.

Six minutes past nine.

We have played new hits in the past few minutes. Now, some songs to record.

First up: Relax by Frankie Goes To Hollywood.

There are around 30,000 people in the square at this point.

Actor Imre Sinkovits reads the schedule of the memorial service.

Thousands listen to his words.

Petya!

The official bodies have not arrived yet.

- Anything to eat? - In the fridge.

The list of foreign journalists, TV reporters, photographers

is very long.

It is now ten past ten.

People with flowers now line up in a long queue.

The PA resounds with the list of those executed in 1956.

It takes 45 minutes for the actors to read all the names.

At 11 o'clock, up to 70 organisations lay their wreaths.

The first wreath is laid by citizens of Imre Nagy's birthplace, Kaposvár.

Then members of Parliament,

the Council of Ministers, the Hungarian Churches...

- Who are these people? - I'll tell you.

Let me watch this now.

No hot meal today?

Here are 100 forints. Go down to Pajtás.

Here you are. Listen, Petya...

Bring me a bottle of beer.

Former fellow fighters,

classmates and descendants lay their flowers.

At noon, private individuals can pay their respects.

Life stops at half past twelve

and church bells ring throughout the country.

PAJTÁS SELF-SERVICE RESTAURANT

- Hi, Petya, how are you? - The questions you promised?

- Yeah. - Fetch them, will you?

Come in, no one's home. Come.

Which notes do you need?

Hi.

Hi.

We were just studying.

Come inside, don't be shy.

- What kind of questions? - Mainly history.

OK, just a second.

We went to Heroes' Square together.

Then I dropped in for some help with maths.

We'll be done soon.

- What was it like? - What?

Heroes' Square.

That was good. Lots of people, but still good.

- This Ságodi guy has amazing stuff. - Indeed.

You shouldn't have touched that.

Sorry, I didn't mean to do any harm.

Yeah, you didn't, but still...

- Thanks. Bye. - Wait. How are you going home?

- The 86 bus. - I'll come with you.

- Don't go yet! - I have to. I'll miss my last bus.

- Come on! - See you.

- You see me now. - Thanks for your help.

When are you leaving?

The day after the banquet.

You said you wouldn't go before mid-July.

Yes, but things have changed.

It looks like I'll be skipping the entrance exam.

How come?

- I've been accepted at Sorbonne. - Where?

- Sorbonne. - What's that?

Petya, cut it out.

It's a university in Paris.

Oh.

- And you're going? - Why, would you stay if you were me?

I'm not sure.

- Come on out, my girl. - But Miss, I...

Take another question.

- Exam stiffness, not uncommon. - Of course not.

Good God. Poor Jutka must take another question.

Really?

She should have studied harder.

You jerk.

- Question 16. - Question 16. Well...

World War II.

Beginning, end, middle?

- She's a little nervous. - Sure.

Come on Ságodi! It's your turn.

You can start.

- So, the ancient Greeks. - The ancient Greeks.

- May I start? - Yes.

In the 5th century B.C. far more important social changes came about

in the city states and especially in Athens than in other Eastern countries.

Because the degree of private ownership change in other Eastern countries

was much lower than in Athens.

Private ownership was the basis of democracy...

Kigler!

Come in!

Right now.

The second one from the right.

He got Primitive Communism.

Lucky devil.

Are you nervous?

Yeah, a little.

Where's that from?

I found it.

It's like a pyramid.

Show me.

Look into it and you'll get Egypt.

Sure.

- Did you really like it? - Isn't A enough? You can't get an A+.

Thanks. I knew the answers to other questions, too.

- I got Athens! - Zsófi, dear!

Excuse me, Sir.

...he was thrilled, he said, I will surely pass the entrance exam.

There.

I got it. The main thing is

not to handle it as an entrance exam or as a final,

pretend that it's a game, a quiz show.

If you look at it like that, it's smooth sailing.

Let's see, what's the topic?

- Ancient Egypt. - Well then, Ancient Egypt.

You get it, don't you?

- Do you really understand? - I do.

I passed.

Yes, it was easy.

I got a C.

The French Revolution.

OK, I'll hurry up, but I'll stay here with the others for a bit.

See you.

Your parents are cool.

- And I'll help you during the holiday. - Me too.

Listen, be happy. Maths is over.

- Really? - Yes.

- Maths is so difficult. - Do you like my eyes?

Yeah. They are like the top of a mouldy roll.

- Don't bother with it... - You'll forget it in two weeks.

Listen, drink a beer and forget it. OK?

Don't give one to her. She's not ready for it yet.

Leave her alone!

Why? Those who failed shouldn't drink, right?

You don't have to take offence.

Kigler, you jerk.

Kigler, I won't hit you, because it's against my principles.

- Let's drink to your principles! - Drink these, too, then.

Are you coming, Zsófi?

Yes.

Bye.

A joke is worth everything to you, right?

Don't go! The two of us can't drink six beers.

Why not, mate. Look here.

See you tonight.

You're a fucking peasant.

Why?

Do you like it?

How did you know this was it?

I guessed.

- Aren't you happy? - Of course I am!

- Have you called Kigler's dad? - Yes.

- It's stuck! - Give it to me!

Here you are. First-class Soviet car.

- Get in! - Fine.

Slowly...

- Have you been drinking? - Not at all.

Good.

- Where would the lady like to go? - The lady?

The old hen.

Careful!

Oh my! How exciting!

Petya's car. Let's shove it into the river.

Cut it out, idiot. It's from my dad. Cool, right?

- Yeah. But not for me. - Stop pushing me!

- Do we really want to go inside? - Sure!

- What is this? Shindig on the lake? - Four-eyes coming.

The guy with the glasses.

You can't enter, you know that, don't you?

Stop giving me a hard time, mate. Can't I go to my own banquet?

You can. But not the others.

- Aren't you grateful for the questions? - Don't do this.

You know it's a private party.

Then she's my mother and he's my father. Alright?

You said we could bring parents.

- Aren't you cold, little one? - Leave that kid!

You're so rough.

When will you get there?

In a day with all the transfers.

You're the one who filled in the ticket.

- Good evening, Sir! - Good evening.

On bigger ships, it's even bigger.

I had so many things to tell you.

What?

- Hi! I was looking for you, fucker. - Why? What's up?

I hear you have a new car.

- I'm going inside. - Go on.

- You can thank my dad for it. - I guessed so.

Rojál and Csömör are here, too.

You know how we got in? I played Ságodi big time.

Drink!

What's up, guys? Not drinking? Very well.

Son...

You are a prick.

The solution is...

that you have to go up to her.

You have to go up to her.

- I don't like this kind of music. - Neither do I.

In a minute, we'll sink. And then it's over.

- Ságodi! - I'm coming, Sir.

Leave us!

What you said about democracy was quite interesting.

Thank you, Sir. I often discuss the topic with my dad.

- Give my regards to your father. - I will, Sir.

Think of Egypt sometimes!

I will.

You're animals!

It has to be repaired.

We finally got rid of it, then you bring it back wrecked.

I'd have to work on it for months. Your dad will kill me.

Months?

It must be ready by next week. Understood?

- That will cost you a lot. - How much?

Fifty thousand at least.

- We'll have it, don't worry. - Maybe more.

It can't be more! It was sold for 40. Why do you want 50?

I dunno. It's not my line. I'll have Sanyi take a look.

- Do it today. - Sure, today. Want my blood, too?

- You get five thousand. Deal? - Deal.

How much do you have on you?

One grand.

I give you 2 today and another 3 tomorrow.

Two. But not a word to your dad.

Don't use that tone with me. I can get your ass fired.

Got it?

That's it. We are out.

- Do you hear that? - Yeah.

- You want dosh for that shitty car? - Yeah. A ton.

- And you? - I don't want to be found out.

- You're a nitwit. - Don't fucking play with us!

- We worked hard for the dosh. - What's their due?

40 grand/head. After the costs.

- Shall I give it to them? - Bloody hell.

I do my best for you and you let me down for a shitty car.

Well, do your best.

Have a nice summer!

Where are you going exactly?

To Balatonakarattya.

You can go there by train, you don't need the car.

We're not going by car.

Hey. Where is your car?

In the garage, at Kigler's. Uncle Jancsi allowed it.

- Really? Very nice of him. - Yes.

- We're going to their place. - Do they have a weekend house, too?

They bought it this spring.

Do they have a phone there?

I'll call you from a booth.

- Do you have money? - I do.

- Wait a minute! - Hurry up.

- Here's five hundred. - Thanks.

- Take care, son. - I will.

There.

Well. No harm done.

Here it is.

- Hey, what's up? - I was coming to see you.

- Do you need your questions? - No. Not those.

I have to run or I'll miss my train.

- Where are you off to? - To Kigler’s at lake Balaton.

Listen, I need a train ticket, big time.

- We're done with that. - You had some last week.

That was last week. Many people were busted. We had to stop.

- Can you just get one more? - Why, where do you want to go?

- To Paris. - Has Zsófi asked you to go?

No, but I rang her parents and got her number, wasn't easy.

I can't do it. Sorry. My bus is coming. I am in a hurry.

- Don't do this! - Listen, I have to go.

- Don't run away. You must have backups. - No backups.

- But if you want one, go see Rojál. - I don't even know him!

Then look up Csömör, or someone else. I'm off.

- I'm going to study law. - Congrats.

Thanks. I'll be drafted.

Evening News!

Fantastic news! Special edition!

Evening News!

Fantastic News!

Evening News!

Special Edition!

We'll miss the train!

- I can't find my passport. - You'll find it on the train.

Come on now!

Special edition! János Kádár is dead!

- Is this for Vienna? - Yes. Get on, quick.

- Thanks, boss! - What took you so long?

I haven't done the tickets yet.

- That wasn't easy. - No, it wasn't.

- I have to do the tickets. - Haven't you filled them in?

I didn't know where we were going.

- Where is he? - Here, at the end. Write!

- Should it be Amsterdam? - As we agreed.

Enjoy the rest of your trip.

- Do it. He's getting closer! - I'm doing it!

Thanks. Goodbye.

He's in the next compartment. Put it away.

- Ready. - Put it away!

Good afternoon!

Good afternoon, Sir.

- Is it you then? - Yes.

- That was a nice jump. - Thanks.

Got lucky.

- Where to? Amrestad? - Amsterdam, yeah.

They sit there on their arses in the cool in there all day long

and can't fill in a train ticket properly.

You need to get off in Vienna and wait over two hours.

- Have a nice trip! - Thanks, goodbye!

If you can fool the first one, the rest won't even look at it.

Look at that nonsense!

Unbelievable.

They are watching us.

Another one there.

Crazy.

Welcome to Vienna.

- What is this shit? - Vienna.

Vienne.

What declension is this?

It says that two hours is ten schillings.

Okay. Here it is.

Hold it.

- Little nicky jacket coming out. - OK. Get a move on.

I'm not going anywhere in Vienna without this.

In two hours, the lock will open and anyone can take the bags...

Keep your hair on. We'll be here.

Don't stop everywhere.

Is this the West?

Have you never been to Vienna for fuck's sake?

Never. Why?

Then we should definitely go to Mariahilfer Straße.

What are you doing, you fucking idiot?

What are you doing? This is my car!

I begged you not to do it.

Stop talking. This can only be carried standing up.

- Good morning, enjoy! - Thank you, honey!

- And you feel offended? - Yes, I do, you animal!

- You'll destroy it, idiot! - Hold it!

The backpack is full of food. We'll miss the train!

- Who cares? I'll get some chocolate. - We'll miss the train! Don't go.

Let's go!

Look at all of this, damn it!

- Look at that. - You're insane!

- Go a bit further. Not here. - Chill, no one is looking.

- I'm going back. - You're not going back!

- Leave me alone! - We'll miss the train!

It is full of cassettes, walkmans and other stuff.

Yes, 319-427.

János Kigler.

Yes, I'll wait.

Hello, uncle Jancsi. It's Petya.

Here's the thing: we're in Vienna.

Yes, in Vienna and...

Gabi is with me, I mean he isn't right now. We ran into some issues.

Not that kind.

We went to a supermarket and...

he nicked a few things and the police got him.

It would be best if you could come over here because...

I can't get him out. If you don't come, he'll be stuck here.

The address is Sperrgasse 17.

Double r, double s. Sperrgasse, yes.

I left his luggage at Westbahnhof, at the Lost and Found.

I must go now.

I have things to do. I can't stay here.

I know we're idiots and all. I'll explain everything.

Yes. Thanks, uncle Jancsi. Thanks. Goodbye.

Good morning.

Do you speak Hungarian?

Yes, I do.

As a matter of fact, I got this address...

- Looking for Zsófi? - Yes.

She'll be here soon. She went to the laundry.

- Is it far? - No. On the next street over. Come in.

What's the matter?

I'll go look for her. Bye!

- You'll miss each other! - No, I'll find her!

Leave your bag here!

- Thank you! - Okay.

Great.

She's sleeping at her boyfriend's place.

- Doesn't look bad. - Yeah.

- Want some wine? - No.

- Look. That's where we were... - Yes.

I'm sure Alain Delon would have had a cigarette now,

but I tried to call my grandma.

I was a prick, obviously.

The head teacher was right.

I didn't understand why she wouldn't

answer the phone, it was next to her bed.

Other times she would wake up when I went to the toilet.

Then I thought Kigler's dad may have phoned her

and she found out that we weren't at lake Balaton.

Then I thought she must have gone to the swimming pool.

Poor grandma never found out that I had crashed that shitty Lada.

On May 13th, she dropped dead at the market.

Kigler never came to the funeral. I took it badly.

After all the drumsticks he wolfed down at our place.

I hear he's doing well.

He has a car rental business in Dunaharaszti. I know this from Csömör.

I see him often.

He owns a pub near here.

Not a bad place.

He waters down the beer, but at least he sells it for cheap.

Three years ago they fell out with Rojál.

But Csömör wouldn't say the reason.

I heard that Rojál lost a kidney last year after

the Serbs beat him up in Szeged. He barely made it.

He's better now.

He quit speed and has a steady girlfriend. All the good stuff.

Dr. Ságodi successfully graduated with a degree in economics as well,

then went to the US for a PhD programme.

I heard he came back last year, but he didn't like the atmosphere

and went back to Oregon to work as an assistant lecturer.

Zsófi moved in with some middle-aged French anthropologist.

She allegedly married him later.

But something must have gone wrong, because she's been spending time home.

I saw her give interviews on TV.

I didn't recognize her at first, her hair is blonde now.

She looks pretty scary.

She's having a nice life

working as a PR manager or something like that.

What about me? Nothing.

Right now, I'm starving.

I'll go to McDonalds for a bite.

I'll grab a mad cow burger with fries.

It might eat my brain, but at least it has no pickles in it.

Written and directed by FERENC TÖRÖK

Director of photography: DÁNIEL GARAS

Music by BALÁZS TEMESVÁRI

Producer: SÁNDOR SIMÓ

Cast

Subtitles by Judit Lipták-Pikó and Gábor Schmíz