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A YOUNG MAN VISITS A WISE RABBI TO LEARN THE MEANING OF LIFE.

THE RABBI TELLS HIM TO COME BACK IN SEVEN YEARS' TIME.

AND SO HE DOES.

"RABBI, WHAT IS LIFE?"

"LIFE IS A WELL."

LONG SILENCE. "WHY A WELL?"

"THEN IT ISN'T, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

JOKE OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN

Did you see that woman?

Must be very religious.

It happens in the countryside.

PRIMAL

STARRING IN THE ORDER OF APPEARANCE

PRODUCTION MANAGER

CASTING

SOUND ENGINEER

COSTUME DESIGN

MUSIC

Good morning. The attendant?

He must be in the back. Should I call him?

Absolutely not.

It's a surprise.

Give me five minutes, okay?

MAKEUP

HAIRDRESSER

Hello!

EDITED BY

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY

Hey!

Hello!

WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY

What's that?

Hunting season.

Got any money?

- Yeah. - Then give me some!

- No. - Why not?

'Cause I don't have much and I don't know when I'll get more.

What's that on your forehead?

A scar.

How did you get it?

Long story.

I happen to have time.

What kind of a man is this attendant?

He's like everyone else.

I'd rather tell you a story about a dog instead.

There was a guy who lived nearby.

A bit like you, only much younger and taller and more handsome.

He had a dog,

one of these stocky ones.

So this guy...

What's your name?

Laci.

Zoli.

So this guy, let's call him Laci,

decided to train the dog to be a killer.

Come on, he's in the back.

Way back.

Fuck me!

Man, you look like shit!

Magdolna?

Are you finally digging your grave?

What are you doing here?

We have to talk.

- Now? - Of course!

- It's not good for me now. - I know.

It hasn't been good for 30 years.

Get in the car, we're dying for a cold drink.

It's out of the question.

What the fuck were you thinking, Magdi?

That from now on he lives here?!

What were you thinking after so much time...?

It wasn't my idea.

Bloody fucking horse balls.

You had to drive across the country to speak for him?

He got involved in some things, had his licence taken away.

But I'll let him tell you all the beautiful stories you missed out on.

- Is this really why you came? - Yeah.

I have nothing to do with him!

You have everything to do with him. Unfortunately.

Since I got him out of the reformatory, he can't keep a job,

just goes wherever his blood takes him. Your shit blood.

This is really the worst possible time...

Has it ever been anything but that with you?

What makes you so sure he'll last here?

I'm not sure.

But he wants to get to know you.

Stop smoking for Christ's sake, it's a gas station!

Are you sure this is what you want? This is useless.

Why don't you come home?

I'll stick around for a while.

And who's going to pay for the gas?

You, I guess.

The hell you're going there.

The house rule is that you never set foot in the house.

And don't get in the way.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Yeah.

Then fucking react.

You'll sleep here with Berta.

Who's Berta?

She put up with me the longest.

- What's my job? - Whatever you can find.

If you fuck up anything, you pay for it.

It's hopeless.

- What's hopeless? - Berta.

Hasn't moved for at least ten years.

You've been here ten years?

I don't know. I'm not counting.

You never finished the story about the dog.

It's not a happy story.

I don't like happy stories anyway.

Why not?

'Cause they're not true.

A guy used to live around here,

you named him Laci.

He had a dog, Chris, an ugly animal,

always drooling,

so they put him out here by the station.

He wasn't even a year old then, poor thing.

And a gas station is like a well.

It's where you get the liquid so you can keep moving on.

Anyway, Laci and dog became inseparable.

Wherever Laci went, Chris went with him.

Then one day...

Here they are.

Who's the Harry Potter? You hired someone?

Sort of. Go and wash the windscreen!

Misi, be so kind and go have a coffee.

Get out! We're taking a break.

What?

You heard me. Get your ass out of the bus, we're taking a break.

- At least I can have a smoke. - Thank god for that!

- Hi, Hajni! - Fuck me sideways, it's empty...

- Then shut up and buy some inside! - Got ciggies?

- I think we just run out. - I think I could kill you right now.

Hey, kid, your eyes about to fall out of your head.

Don't you have something to do?

Go serve the guests!

Zsolti, we have a problem.

It didn't arrive.

Don't fuck with me, man.

- I got a text saying it did. - But... it didn't.

You have any ciggies in the back?

Hajni, darling, we're having a conversation, for fuck's sake!

Zsolti darling, are you taking enough magnesium?

- Get in, let's go out back. - Coming.

Hi!

Are you crying again?

I know honey, stop whining!

Why did the old man hire you?

He seemed fine with the cripple.

Hey...

You fired him?

- He's here somewhere, Zoli. - He got a name, has he?

I thought he was just a gas station cripple.

Fuck sake!

Where's the toilet?

Can you go and check if you have ciggies in the back?

Where should I check?

Up my ass, idiot. I guess there's a storeroom in the back.

STORAGE

What do you mean, it's not here?

I'm not going anywhere until the package arrives.

I'll give them a call.

No answer.

Of course not. They said they wouldn't.

These guys are chickenshit,

that's why they wanted you to bring it over in the first place.

So you're saying they're fucking with me?

Coming?

Where?

To the mountains.

We'll buy a nice house and spend the rest of our lives together.

- Or into the toilet. - Get a grip on it, Maria.

Don't call me Maria!

Look at her ladyship.

If I want to call you a cockrest, then I'll call you a cockrest,

you little monkey.

Vera, cockrest here wanted to get some in the toilet.

- Who? - Maria.

- Are you crazy? - Everybody calm the fuck down,

we were just having a chat.

When we get there, you'll be working non-stop,

you won't be able to sit after your first day

so trust me, you can skip fucking the mantis.

You said there might not be that many on the first week.

Not for me.

When did you put your picture up on the site?

Last weekend, I think.

Then you're booked for the next month.

You really are twenty. You look flawless.

You're definitely booked for a week.

- So is it a month or a week? - You're booked for a month, for sure.

You're booked for a month, for sure.

But if you're not good, it'll spread like a summer hit

and after the first week, no one will come.

- Like Ildi. - Like Ildi, yeah.

I'm taking a leak and we're going.

Go wait out in front, let's not waste any more time.

You didn't get the car?

You have the key.

Fuck me, you're right.

I don't see why Johnny digs this place.

There are much nicer places where we could stop.

It's all right,

if only they had ciggies.

Oh, poor fucker!

- Zsolti! It won't start. - What?

What do you mean?

Bad news. The ignition wire is broken.

And I don't have a spare one.

Don't say this, man!

- How long does it take to fix it? - There's one in Berta.

There's an ignition wire in Berta that looks okay.

And you can just switch that?

Then move, expert.

This TV working?

So, how is it going?

I can't figure how they broke.

Any guesses?

Someone might have cut them.

Or something might have chewed them.

A rat.

Rat?

They chew through things.

Can you fix it?

I could try it with duct tape.

Or check if Berta's are good.

Then go check.

I just hope the same thing doesn't happen again.

There are all sorts of things running around here.

That would be a huge fuckup.

Have some schnitzel.

So?

Is it working?

I found some duct tape so I fixed it.

Whether it's going to last or not is another matter.

Hey kid, stop Bruce Willising me, look at me when you talk.

Are we gonna make it to Vacallo or not?

- Where's that? - Switzerland.

You don't know where Switzerland is?

A week ago you had no clue.

At least I got past the fourth grade.

Southern Switzerland, at the Italian border.

About 800 kilometres.

What does that mean?

That I did everything I could.

Pista, how many rooms do you have in the house?

What? You want to sleep here?

What if the van breaks down in the middle of the night?

Then you call roadside assistance. It's not fucking Congo.

You're really an ace in geography.

Could someone tell me what the fuck is going on?

Okay. This is not a vote.

I'm driving so I decide when and how much I drive.

Really?

Is this what Johnny would say too?

I don't know.

Do you want to call and ask?

Why not? I'm not afraid of him.

We're staying. End of discussion.

End of discussion, my ass.

Zsolti! The house is not good.

What do you mean it's not good? Don't you start now.

We don't have big expectations.

Go check your rooms.

- Everything okay, Zsolti? - Why?

I vouched for you with Johnny...

So what? I've always done a good job.

Is it my fault their car's a piece of shit?

No, but...

Don't you start thinking, I'll fix it, okay?

Okay.

So.

Damn, she had to turn just now!

Where have you been all day?

She's hot, the bottled blonde.

I think it's real.

You can't tell these days.

I wish I was as good at something as they are at being beautiful.

It's a pity we didn't see the nips.

What?

We didn't see her nipples.

I bet they're small and pink.

What do you think?

I don't care.

No need to talk about it constantly.

We haven't talked about it ever.

Then one day...

when Laci was walking Chris,

they ran into a local gang,

a few gypsy kids with a bull terrier.

And they made their dog attack Chris.

You should've seen it.

Chris stood still until the last moment.

He waited for his opponent.

As if he'd been doing this his whole life.

He dodged and went for the neck.

The gyppos couldn't believe their eyes.

Five minutes later, their dog was lying in the dirt,

with Chris on top of it.

When he got out of it,

finally he looked up at Laci as if he was saying,

"Did I do something wrong?"

What is this?

A story.

But is it true or did you make it up?

Let's say it's true.

Wanna sit down?

- Are you the new one? - The new what?

Well, you're whores and all.

And all.

How did you get that?

My fiancée cut me with a kitchen knife.

Why?

Because she was on heroin

and I tried to lock her in the flat.

I love talking to you guys.

Why did you ask me to join you in the toilet?

I was kidding. If you had tried, I would've told you to get lost.

You'll have plenty of customers in Switzerland,

your pimp said so.

He's not my pimp. He's my driver.

His name's Johnny.

Whose name?

The guy who gets a share from me.

But it's not what you think.

- How? - How you think it is.

We're going to work in a proper house, not on the street.

Everyone will have a room. It's really good to be with Johnny.

We are free.

Nobody can touch us.

Johnny always has a gun on him.

But he doesn't just protect us.

He loves us. Especially me.

Why?

'Cause I'm different.

I wouldn't fuck you for your money.

Why would you then?

As an investment.

Oh.

You two were made for each other.

I wouldn't mind if you fucked me just for money, though.

You wouldn't be a good investment.

Why?

It has to be someone who's been with a real woman.

One he hasn't paid for.

I had a few good years.

You weren't always like this?

No.

Okay.

Tell me about them sometime.

The girls you were with.

I happen to have time.

What is it? What have you found, idiot?

Is everything okay?

I can do it.

Do you really want to stay here?

It's just getting interesting.

Beware of Zsolt.

When he loses it, he loses it big time.

Fuck! Fuck!

Go fuck yourself.

- Are there rodents around here? - What?

- Rats! - I don't know.

Then now you know.

They chewed through the fucking wires.

You better fix it fast.

Until then you're paying for our stay.

- Now what? - We're stuck, that's what.

Seriously?!

Exactly how long do you want to stay here?

We're not on holiday. We need to work.

- You will. - I can't stay longer than two weeks.

You're costing me a workday.

- And what am I supposed to do? - Your job is to get us there.

Not tomorrow, not the day after, but today.

Today, get it? Today.

You miss it that much, Vera?

Misi, what the fuck do you think you're doing?

You touched me? Really? Get a grip, man!

I'm sorry.

Who the fuck knew this could happen?

Something chewed through it.

That's not what happened.

Then where did he get that idea?

I told him.

And why did you say that?

It was obvious that Zsolt cut it the first time.

I just wanted to see if he would do it again.

I wanted you to know.

- You're not so stupid after all. - Yes, I am.

Lacko.

I was serious in there.

Don't get involved.

Why do you want to stay?

Why don't we go?

Car not go.

I don't know what I do.

- How long does it take to repair it? - Huh?

- How long will it take to fix? - All right, all right, stop screaming.

I don't know.

Old man, Istvan, he do it.

- Or... mantis. - Can't we get another car?

There's an old Ford, but it's broke and too small anyway.

Can we just grab a train or something?

Train.

No, no train. This is fucking desert.

Nothing here.

But okay, we repair car.

Maximum day or two day.

Two fucking days?

Tell this bitch it's a few days' delay at most.

I'll fucking refund you, all right?

Hi Pista, how's the old pencil, still working?

- Can't complain. - When was the last time a woman saw it?

I don't remember, ask your mother.

There are two possibilities, you know that?

Either they fucked me over or you did.

Jesus, Zsolti! Why would I do something like that? Think!

You said you'd pay me once you delivered it.

Quiet, you dick!

Give the money to the old guy.

Why don't you leave?

The dagos fucked you,

but next time round...

There is no next round!

I don't have any rounds if I don't get the money.

We fix the car, we go.

You're sweet.

You remind me of my dad.

I know you messed with the car.

And if I know, so will the Serbian chick.

You'd better leave.

The mantis knew that I did it.

Rats don't chew through cable, right?

And I believed him.

Hello.

How may I help you?

Then nothing happened for a long time.

Laci's life continued as before,

and that idiot didn't even realise

this was the happiest time in his life.

There was a girl he was going out with,

he had a job,

and he had the dog.

A few years went by.

And then rumours started

that there were dog fights on some of the local farms.

His friend, Arnold told him about it

and Laci was stupid enough

to brag about how Chris destroyed

that pitbull on the marketplace,

and that he would bet all his money on him.

Look how they've suddenly all turned into gentlemen.

Or gentlewomen?

You're being clever, motherfucker?

You think you're clever?

You like bullshitting about rats, right?

And then you're ratting me out to the old man?

You're a funny guy, right?

Miska, could you bring the tool please?

I'll show you what I think is funny, okay?

Zsolti!

Don't move, you cunt, or I'll poke your eyes out.

Don't move!

Is it funny...

...if I cut through here? Huh?

Would it be as funny as the rat?

Can't hear you!

Hold him.

Or this?

Is this funny?

If I crack your skull?

See?

Great fun.

I'll get you something clean.

Fuck.

Change. Non c'é change.

I can't give you your change. Don't have any.

Have a nice trip!

Well, I did some work too.

I explained to Harry Potter what I think is funny.

Did you kill him?

Oh, come on, we're human beings!

I'll do that the next time he pulls something like this.

Dragica wants to speak to you.

- Let her speak then. - Just with you.

The old faggot doesn't understand English,

and you'll lean closer and whisper into my ear.

Liquid metal should be the only thing leaning to your ear.

Get everyone out of here.

The ape too.

- The ape too. - Fuck it!

Leave it Zsolti.

I'll go and play sudoku or something.

You do that, then.

What's this smell, a cesspit?

Don't know.

It wasn't that bad last night.

Don't wash there, the water's dirty.

Come inside.

Dragica talked to Johnny.

They are on their way home from Slovenia.

He wants us to wait for him, he wants to talk to you.

Do you have anything to share?

She's asking what you're trying to hide.

None of your business.

None of our business.

Any of Johnny's business, then?

I know you owe him.

And that he is not a patient type.

She says she knows you owe Johnny money.

I'm trying to give you a chance here.

If you have anything to tell us, now is the time.

The last time.

This is your last chance.

I know.

I know this is my last chance.

Come, I want to show you something.

I used to go hunting around here. So I have this.

I see.

And what am I supposed to do with it?

Nothing would be the best. But...

...I don't want you to be unprotected if something happens.

Thanks.

Nice suits.

There's no occasion for me to wear them anymore.

- What's this? - Nothing.

You kept Mother's wedding dress.

Bullshit, that's just a dress.

There's a wedding picture back home.

It's still in the dining room?

She always said she's not gonna take it down...

just because there's an asshole in it.

And that she looks fucking great in it.

That bit is true.

This is what a perfect woman looks like.

Exactly like that.

Like your mother.

I'll only get married if someone comes along who can fit into this.

I'm bored.

There's nothing to do.

There's as much to do here as anywhere else.

Can you fix it?

- How do you do this? - What?

Everything's rotting here, and you smell so good.

I don't know. I'm a girl.

I think it's okay for a guy to sweat.

How did you end up here?

- Came to see my father. - The old drunk is your dad?

You two get on well?

I don't know yet.

I haven't seen him since I was two.

And you started to miss him now?

I got curious.

I wanted to know if I inherited anything from him,

apart from being a quitter.

Your fiancée? Did you leave her too?

She left.

I looked for her but couldn't find her.

Sad story.

And you?

I don't know, I left when I was 14.

Were they rough?

No. My father was a lawyer,

my mother a housewife, she just sat at home and drank.

Had a big house, big garden, big car.

So big that I had to run away from it far.

This is a poem I just made up, incidentally.

I don't think they even noticed I ran away.

What did you run away from?

I don't know.

I must have been in love. I don't remember with whom.

So you started hooking. Makes sense.

Actually, It does. After a while I realised:

I've slept with so many guys

and every time I thought I was in love

and then I didn't even think that anymore,

just slept with them...

so I wouldn't be alone,

or because he made me laugh twice and bought me four cocktails.

I thought I might as well make some money.

Didn't you say you were different?

What is that supposed to mean?

You could have a better life.

It's good as it is.

You smell of wine in the afternoon.

I think it could be better.

Fuck you.

The wood's too thick.

Paper, you know? We need paper.

You should be paying the way you're staring.

I'd love to pay, believe me.

Tell me what happened to the dog. As payment.

For real? How much do I have to talk for a blowjob?

Quite a lot, I think,

before anyone would let you take their cock in your mouth.

Arnold finally convinced Laci...

Hang on.

Is that Laci this Laci?

No. A different one.

Go on.

So they put Chris in the back seat of the Lada

and went to the dogfight.

Everyone laughed at them when they arrived.

Chris was wagging his tail and licking anyone's hand who came close.

They watched two fights.

The loser of the first match was massacred,

the second loser had to be shot outside.

Then came Chris,

poor Laci's heart was about to break.

Chris walked into that slaughterhouse so calmly

that Laci was sure that he was a goner.

And when the fight started,

he knew he had made the biggest mistake in his life.

The opponent was some mongrel

and it was clear that Chris didn't even stand a chance.

As soon as they let the mongrel go, he threw himself on Chris.

Chris tried to get away as best he could.

You should've seen his eyes.

Like someone who grows up in one second.

He didn't understand the point of it all.

He looked for his master hoping Laci would protect him.

Poor little fucker!

But Laci was hiding in the back so that no one could see him cry.

And then the mongrel finally caught him

and bit into his shoulder.

Chris let out a terrible howl.

And with that cry, the old Chris was gone.

And the new Chris fought back.

He dodged, as if his shoulder wasn't torn and bleeding.

He got under the beast

with an unexpected and impossible move.

And caught the other one's throat from below.

And never let it go.

Laci was half-crazed with joy.

That idiot was happy.

I love you!

Not good enough.

Or not that way.

What's with you?

- What do you mean? - Oh, come on, bitch!

- Make up, you two. - What are you talking about?

If he stared into the fire like this because of me,

I'd give him a baby right here and now.

Hajnalka, stop making up things.

The only thing I ever make up is my face in the morning.

Listen, didn't this Laci guy have a girlfriend

or someone to tell him off?

His girlfriend pestered him for some time.

So he dumped her.

You leaving?

Lacko, you don't understand.

What Zsolt's waiting for is never gonna come.

And I don't want to be here when he realises that.

You don't need me.

You were fine up till now.

But you can come along if you want.

Come on!

- Come on! - He can't!

Come on, grandpa!

Exactly!

- Whores make the best wives! - Leave it!

I'll come to your wedding!

No way. Are you serious? Then bring it.

Maria! Come here!

Put this on, darling!

Misi, change the music!

- But there's music already! - Something more for the occasion!

Something emotional, beautiful, touching!

Princess!

My little Magdi.

Mantis! Come and stand here.

Stand there!

Dear male and female prostitutes,

we are gathered here to witness

the marriage of the Slut and the Lackey

in the presence of my cock.

Maria, whatever your name is.

Do you want this one here?

I do.

And you, Mantis,

do you want this prostitute here, until the Swiss customers do you part?

I do.

Then go fuck each other.

What's the investment?

You said you wouldn't sleep with me for my money.

Are you guys this far already?

The thing is, I've never come.

How... do you mean?

Like I said.

- Never? - Never.

I've heard you scream like a piglet before.

Some of the guys were so nice, they really worked their asses off.

So I squealed to make them happy.

Well, my dear boy?

Wanna help the damsel in distress?

Slowly, slowly.

Not that big a deal, is it?

I'll get something to drink, do you want some?

And the Serbian girl?

What's with her?

I don't really know anything.

She's Serbian.

Or Croatian.

Vera?

The usual. She was dumped pregnant, then fired.

She couldn't get a job,

so she's been doing this for ages now.

For her kid.

You don't have to save everyone, you know.

No, not everyone.

Especially not those who don't want to be saved.

You didn't come, did you?

- How did you know? - You did good, it's not that.

Then?

You're quite cute, you know.

With your chin missing like that.

Kitty, kitty...

...can you smell that?

Exactly.

What the fuck is that smell?

They were here! You had them all the time!

Laci! I think there's a problem.

- When did they arrive? - A day before you came.

Why didn't you call me?

It was too late when I noticed the freezer didn't work.

It would have been okay in cooler weather.

I wanted to bury them so...

Zsolt, what are you doing?

Zsolt, answer me for Heaven's sake, what's up?

Zsolt, no...

Stop it!

Zsolt, stop!

Lock him up in the garage! Lock him up, or I'll kill him too!

Zsolti shouldn't we rather...

Open it!

Open it!

Stop it!

Don't!

You managed to turn her on.

I mean Berta.

Okay, help is on the way.

We are gonna wait it out in the shop.

Go in the shop.

Go now!

Is there something stronger?

Can't you get up?

No, I can't move my legs.

And I really have to take a shit.

That's bad.

- Bad? - It could be a spine injury.

Why?

Probably when the car hit you, your spine jerked out of place.

Anything can happen then.

It doesn't even have to be broken.

It's enough if the nerves in the spinal cord are torn.

I speak Hungarian.

And it's up to you what version I tell Johnny.

Nod if you understand.

Okay.

First question.

What happened here?

You know, when you're deep in shit you can't imagine it will be good again.

But it's even worse when you think everything is good

and you'll never have problems again.

Did they get into trouble?

They did.

Big trouble?

Chris started to make money, lots of money.

There were serious fights taking place on the farms.

With foreigners.

But none could beat Chris.

These two monkeys, Laci and Arnold,

started to believe they're big shots.

They bought a car,

played Wu-Tang Clan on the stereo the whole day

and spent money like there was no tomorrow.

They were right. There wasn't.

Why, what happened?

One of the foreign big shots,

a Ukrainian or a Bulgarian decided to buy Chris.

He offered a ridiculous sum,

he knew those two idiots wouldn't sell Chris anyway.

So it was easier to just kill them and take the dog.

Were they killed?

Not completely.

Almost completely.

They were celebrating one of Chris' victories in their local pub

when the Slavs arrived.

They set Laci's car on fire,

so they had to flee on Arnold's motorbike.

They even left Chris behind.

But those people didn't want to leave it at that.

They chased them down on a Jeep.

Not far from here, where the cross is, that's where they caught up with them.

And?

And they just ran them over.

That's the end of the story?

Chris, if he's still alive, must be pretty old now.

He must be a stray, somewhere in the Balkans.

If he's still alive.

I hate sad stories.

Here they are.

My sweetheart.

- Is everything all right? - Not quite.

Yes it is. Now it is.

Let's assess the damage, shall we?

Hail Maria.

Nice dress.

Aren't you going to say hello?

Hi.

Properly.

Try to hang on a little longer.

We'll check the situation and take care of everything.

Who's this?

My name is Zoli.

I work here.

A witness.

Johnny, he's just a...

Farkas,

please stay with the young man until we take a look around.

Excuse me.

I'll try not to run away.

Would you summarize it, moja draga?

You were right to keep an eye on Zsolt.

He wanted to score big. He was afraid, owing you money.

He was expecting a package that he was supposed to smuggle.

Package? Where, what?

Birds.

Bird.

Explain.

Italian hunters shoot illegal birds.

But are afraid to smuggle them.

So they give the birds to the asshole to smuggle across

so they can sell them for big money in Italy.

What, the dead birds?

Restaurants.

Small birds like that.

Okay.

And what was the problem?

The old man put them in the fridge.

Something chewed the fridge cord, it broke.

So the asshole would've had to pay for all of it.

He got angry, he killed the old man.

For a few birds?

Asshole.

There was Laci. I think, the old man's son.

When Zsolt killed the old man, he killed him and did this to Misi.

How?

With Lada.

Now let's get this clear.

The only person who could be held responsible has escaped

and is not likely to involve the police.

Was this one in on it?

I don't think so.

So we have two witnesses.

And there are two ways to handle them.

Csongor, Rajmund.

Bury the dead out there, if you would.

Nice and deep, so nothing digs them up.

We're leaving as soon as you're finished.

Let me tell you a story, Zoltan.

Twenty-five years ago, gasoline was...

a very prosperous business.

Do foreign expressions bother you?

I'll let you know if there's something I don't understand.

So here, close to the border,

with the help of some cooperative officers,

I made quite a fortune with this gas station.

Then it came in handy again with the paperwork,

since prostitution was illegal even in Switzerland.

To this day, I'd be facing certain inconveniences

if people thought I was organising jobs for girls.

But the point is...

I love this place.

This is where I became someone.

It took me a long time to trust Istvan

but I turned him into a reliable workforce.

Only...

And you, Zoltan?

And me, sir?

Would you prefer to manage a gas station

or would you rather be buried?

How much time do I have to think about it?

The boss sent me to help.

Princess.

Come here for a second.

You didn't even make it there and I get you back like this?

You drink a lot.

You're thirsty like the Samaritan woman.

Johnny, you and your biblical stories.

Do you even want to work for me?

Sure.

Just let's go.

Whoa.

Season.

Season?

Hunting season.

Well, look at that.

Someone was a pal and started it.

So what happened to that woman?

Which woman is that?

The thirsty one.

Jesus was sitting alone at noon by a well

when a Samaritan woman came along to get water.

The strange thing is, in a warm climate, no one works at noon.

But this woman still came to get water

because the other Samaritans despised her.

So she went when the least number of people were there.

When she got to the well, Jesus asked her for water.

The woman was very surprised at this

because Jews looked down on Samaritans.

"You're a Jew and you're asking me for a drink?"

the woman asked.

"If you knew me", the Saviour answered

"you would ask me for a drink."

"And what would you draw the water with?" the woman asked.

"You have nothing with you."

And Jesus answered:

"Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again,

but whoever drinks the water I give them,

will never thirst."

Very fucking deep.

It is, actually.

We have a visitor.

Then please go and tell them we're closed.

Fuck, Laci!

Good afternoon!

Hello.

If you could introduce yourself

and tell me what you want, then we could move on.

- Are you Johnny? - And you?

Laci.

- Pista's son? - Yes.

My sympathies.

Why did you come back?

For her.

Please, help yourself.

I think your little bride doesn't want to go with you.

Or am I wrong, sweetheart?

Well, that's it for that. Goodbye.

Look at me.

Who do you think you are? I give you a chance to walk away,

I allow you to wave a gun and demand my princess.

You really think my guy can't take that gun from you?

Farkas, please take that gun and shoot him.

Laci, what the fuck are you doing?

You can go out. Actually everyone should go out!

I'm too old for this shit.

Marcsi!

Come on, you idiot, you'll get shot.

Just let me talk to her!

- What do you think that was? - What?

What type of gun?

A handgun.

Who goes hunting with a handgun?

And why shoot twice?

Because they missed the first time, I guess.

Hang on one fucking second!

Listen! I ran out of bullets.

Can you hear me? I surrender.

Why are you doing this?

I don't know.

I only know...

...how good you smell.

That everything you touch smells good.

Just give me a bit of time.

I can't run forever.

There are places you have to run from.

I don't need to be saved.

Csongor, Rajmund! Help me!

This shit is fucking heavy.

I can't reach it.

Here they are.

Hello.

Fill it up.

So?

Have you saved enough to afford me?

I'll have it next time.

I'm looking forward.

Are you the new girl?

Uh-huh.

Zoli.

Kinga. Hello.

You'll always stop here so I thought I'd introduce myself.

Right, you're the attendant here.

Do you like stories?

Stories?

Yeah.

I don't know. I need to pee.

Have you heard anything from Laci?

I have as a matter of fact.

That idiot shot Laci's jaw off.

He's lucky it wasn't his brain.

If you call that luck.

What do you mean?

Since then he has to wear a rag to hide his face.

She puts on so much of that cheap shit.

We're gonna smell it the whole way.

I'd smell her from above or below any day, believe me.

- I'd leave her here for you, believe me. - She's not nice?

She's like everyone else.

Whistle to your mother, servant.

This is so pathetic.

No one can survive with their head half blown off.

- Okay. - It's impossible.

You make these up. That out there is real life.

Same difference.

THE END