All language subtitles for RomanceOfIDA2022

THE COURTSHIP

Stop! You're in a hurry, again.

What's wrong with you today, ladies?

Sorry, Miss Ida.

I know it's hot in here,
I'd rather be outside too.

But we must learn this song
at Sister Maria's behest.

- If you can sing it once, I promise...
- Miss Ida!

The mother superior wants to see you.

Thank you, Sister Paula.
We're almost finished...

Now!

Yes, ma'am.

Go on and sing it without me.

Laudetur, Sister Maria.

In aeternum. Come in, Ida, have a seat.

We've received
a letter from your father.

Has he found me a chaperone?

He said, he would write
as soon as I could go home.

He hasn't found anyone,

and he wants you to stay
for another year.

Another year?

But I graduated last year,
and needed a special permission to stay.

Exactly.

Moreover, we allowed you to teach.

But we don't have secular teachers here.

Therefore, you could only stay if you
applied for admission to the order.

If so, your father would bestow
your dowry upon us.

No way!

I don't feel the calling.

I want a family life.

How long have you been with us, Ida?

Twelve years.

Since my mother died.

Aren't we your family, then?

A family that adopted you,
loved you and raised you.

But how could I be a nun?

Sister Maria has always
scolded me for my unruliness.

How much is your dowry?

I don't know.

Does your father have
any landed property?

My father is a wine merchant,
he's got vineyards.

I can barely remember our house.

There was a big cellar
with lots of barrels.

Hundreds of them.

I think you belong to us, Ida.

And you don't have anywhere to go.

Think about it.

Girls! What's going on here?

What are you doing?

- Fazekas has got a letter. A love letter!
- I didn't! I didn't!

Yes, you did!
Agardi smuggled it in for her.

"I love you like the clouds love
the beautiful Lake Balaton."

Give it back now!

"I'd kiss you like a dove kisses a hen.
Bisi."

Enough, silence!

Emma, get off of there!

Give me that letter!

Is that true, Boriska?

Yes, Miss Ida.

What were you thinking?
If they find it, you'll be expelled.

Please don't tear it up, Miss Ida!

I haven't seen Bisi since Christmas.

- Vica!
- I haven't seen Bisi since Christmas.

- Must be some kind of a coalman.
- Or a junkman.

No, he isn't.
He's a teacher and his name is Misi,

but I got a cold once...

What are you doing?

How dare you behave like this?

Get back to your place at once!

How can you allow them to behave
like this in your class, Miss Ida?

I'm sorry, Sister Maria!
The girls are somewhat agitated.

Really? Why?

We're rehearsing
for the upcoming Maria Day.

They're working really hard
and getting tired.

It's not an excuse,
but they'll receive their...

What do we have here?

This...

This is egregious.

Whose disgusting letter is this?

Tell me at once!

It's mine!

Yours?

Yes, Bisi wrote it to me.

You're corresponding with men?

Only with this one, for now...

but if I get expelled,
I'll humbly accept it.

How dare you?

Get out of here!

Get out of my sight!

A blight on the herd.

- What can I do for you?
- Good afternoon!

I'm looking for Mr Peter O. My father.

Miss Ida? Come in.

Is that really you?

You were just a peanut
when I last saw you.

Don't you recognise me? I'm Julcsa.

- Aunt Julcsa?
- That's right. You do remember.

Is my father at home?

As a matter of fact, he is, but...

We didn't expect you, Miss Ida.

We thought you were in the convent.

- I got expelled.
- Oh, Lord!

What will the Master say to this?

Just wait here, Iduska,
I'll check if he's got time for you.

There's some serious
debauchery going on in there.

- What's that?
- You know. Some kind of revelry.

What the masters are doing.

Just wait here!

- So you got expelled.
- I did.

But the letter wasn't mine,
it was written to another girl.

- I just took it upon myself.
- Why?

I don't want to be a nun.

What do you want, then?

- To come home.
- This house isn't for ladies,

it's visited by gentlemen.

But I want you to become a lady,
or even a baroness.

Why shouldn't I be a baroness
if fate throws a baron that way?

But it doesn't.

I can't introduce you to people in
high society because I don't know any.

And they don't know me.

There is no proper woman
in the house to be your chaperone.

- Am I such a big trouble for you?
- Yes, you are!

It's only a problem for me,
but a real trouble for you.

Anyway, now that you're here.
Here you go!

Get yourself some decent clothes,

stockings, and perfume.
Here's thousand Koronas.

No wait, I'll give you smaller bills.
They can't handle that kind of cash.

Go buy some jewellery too.

You can't look like a nun.

Do you have my mother's jewellery?

There's some in there,
but they're worthless.

Can I see it?

Here...

But you can buy emerald
or diamond, whatever you want.

You can buy entire streets
on my account in this town.

I just want a family
and to be free at last.

Just go now!

Buy what you need.

The neck comes with buttons
and this white muslin covers the chest.

Look at it, miss, it's superb quality!

It has just arrived from Vienna,
the latest fashion.

We can deliver it to you, miss.

Thank you,
to the house of Mr Peter O, please.

You're one of Mr Peter O's bimbos?

You shouldn't wear white, then.

I'll show you something shiny.

Something chichier.

You've got good eyes, miss.

This is the finest piece in the shop.

A hundred Koronas,
but it's worth the price.

See this little medallion? It's diamond!

I don't have that much money on me,

but if you could
deliver it to Mr Peter O's...

Mr Peter O.

Just pick anything you like,
and I'll put it on the list.

- List?
- Sure,

he is sending all of his ladies to us.

I don't want it, thank you.

You're going to Prater Street?

Aren't you one of Mr Peter O's birds?

What birds? I'm Mr Peter O's daughter.

His daughter?
Is that how he calls you ladies now?

Used to be accountants.

Miss!

Miss!

Your father is waiting for you!

Here I am, Dad!

Finally.

Where have you been?

I'd like to introduce you to someone.

Do you remember Mr Bogar's daughter,
the little Nora?

You used to play together as kids.

My dear Peter, how could she remember?

She was only seven, when she moved out.
And I was about six.

Now you can be friends again,

because Noracska is my fiancée.

Your what?

Don't just stand there.

Give your stepmother a hug!

Come here...

my little daughter.

I'm busy! If you need money...

You can't marry her!

What do you mean?

- But she's my age!
- Don't you worry about her age.

This woman is so... so...

What?

She was dancing on the table and lifting
her skirt in the company of men.

When I marry her,
she's going to lift it only for me.

Don't you see what a disgrace it is?

How can you do that to me?

I will not live under
the same roof with her!

- Is that so?
- Yes, it is.

As you wish.

My dear mother, help me now!

A man is looking for you, miss.

- Who?
- Some kind of Pulczki.

Nice to meet you! I'm Janos Pulszky.

Well, that's it.

I'm looking for Miss Ida O.

That's me.

You can't be.

Is there another Ida? Someone uglier.

I thought I'd come right away
and be the first.

What do you want from me?

Can you turn around?

A little hunch, perhaps?

Or some limp?

Why would I limp?

No limp. I see. Mother is right, then.
You must be a fallen woman.

What are you talking about?

I want you to leave right now!

Julcsa! Julcsa!

You're affected by vapours?
That's not a joke, miss.

You should've said it in the ad!

What kind of ad?

Look!

It's all there, black and white:

"I'd marry my daughter off
to a cultured young man

with a full and healthy body,
who doesn't drink or play cards."

That would be me.

"My daughter's dowry
is now 300,000 Koronas,

but her heritage will be even greater,
perhaps in the millions."

And that'd be you.

No mentioning of vapours here.

Oh boy, my mother told me
to never marry a neurotic girl,

I've got enough problems myself.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm here because of the ad.

You're supposed to leave
your name at the store.

- Janos Pulszky, at your service.
- Who?

Janos Pulszky, with a Y.

I don't care with what!

Leave your name at the store
and we'll find you.

As you wish, sir.

Goodbye, miss.

- You've sold me!
- Well...

Actually, I don't get any money
for you, on the contrary.

You advertised me like
some old piece of furniture.

You told me you wouldn't live
under the same roof with Noracska.

And I'm telling you,
she will be my wife,

so you can either go back
to the convent or get married!

To whom?

What kind of man
would look for a wife in an ad?

I'll check what kind, don't you worry!

I won't give you to anyone.

I didn't raise you as a lady
for nothing.

Can I get some advance from the dowry?

Today, if it's possible.

And is she strong enough?
I need some help getting into the tub.

I'll come of age in two years.

We could be engaged until then.

I have one month left in the s... sanatorium.

I can get married after that.

Their mother died last year.
What can I do with four kids alone?

She doesn't talk too much, does she?
It drives me crazy.

My mother just keeps talking,
talking, talking.

Everybody has a job in the circus.

That's why I need to know
how flexible the lady is,

and how she gets along with snakes.

This here is Mr Csaba Balogh.
Your husband.

You'll get married tomorrow morning.

Your father is an unusual man.

I was hoping he'd introduce us.

He did.
You're Csaba Balogh, my husband.

I'm also a painter.

I'm from a good family,
I don't drink or play cards,

- and I've never been to prison.
- I don't care.

You don't care
whether your husband is a decent man?

If he is so decent,
why does he marry like this?

For personal reasons,
none of which are your business.

- Is that so?
- Yes, it is.

So you don't want to get married, then?

- Of course I don't.
- What was the ad for then?

My father's wish.

I get married or go back to the convent.

I can't go back. I got expelled.

Can I ask you the reason?

For personal reasons,
none of which are your business.

- Is that so?
- Yes, it is.

Well,
I won't force you to do anything...

Sit down!

- I...
- I have to think.

I'll marry you, but I have conditions.

Please.

We only have a civil wedding.

We won't be married in God's eyes,
and neither in mine.

It's a deal.

You call me miss,
and never even touch my hand.

We've been strangers
and remain strangers to each other.

Total strangers.

I can divorce you whenever I like.

I can't live alone as a maiden,
but I can as a divorcee.

As you wish.

We can call my father then...

Just a moment, miss,
I also have conditions.

Please.

You bring your dowry into this marriage,
but I bring my name.

And it cannot be disgraced.

You'd be disgraced because of me?

I'm just making the facts clear.

I don't know you, and you don't know me.

You won't meet my family,
but you may meet my friends.

As far as the world knows
we are married,

and I expect you to behave accordingly.

I'll try to fulfil your expectations.

Same here.

Well? How is it going?

- We have agreed on everything.
- Right.

Then I'll give you 100,000 Koronas
after the wedding.

But you have to live under the same roof

and stay married for at least a year.

- A year?
- A year?

They'll assume something's wrong
if you divorce earlier.

But after a year,
I'll give not 200,000 but 500,000.

Do we have a deal?

With a clear "yes",
confirm your intention to be married.

Do you, Ida O,
accept Csaba Balogh to be your...

Yes.

- Do you, Csaba Balogh...
- Yes.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may put the ring on your
partner's finger as a sign of love.

I wish you
all of the love and happiness.

You may now kiss the bride.

Hurray!

- Allow me, miss?
- No thanks.

Do you like this hotel, miss?

I don't know,
I've never been to a hotel before.

I'll get a room.

- Two rooms.
- Why?

- Would you like to share a room?
- Why did we come to a hotel?

I thought you had
an apartment in town.

Perhaps you want to hide me
from your neighbours?

I only rent one room,
but if you'd like to stay there...

The hotel will be fine.

Would you like to have your dinner here,
or should we go out?

I don't dine with strangers.

I don't marry strangers either,
but here we are.

I'd just like to have a room.

As you wish.

I've got some errands to do,
let me know if you change your mind.

- Good afternoon, sir!
- Good afternoon!

I will have two rooms.

I don't know why you're so secretive.
Where's the money from?

It doesn't matter now.

Of course it does!
I'm worried about you.

If you get into trouble because of me...

Trust me, I won't get into any trouble.

Thank you again.

- You've saved me again.
- Write to me as soon as you can!

I'm looking forward to it.
And please, talk to your husband, Jolan.

I promise!

Excuse me! Do you happen to know
that lady who has just left?

Brown hair, green dress.

Well, I might have heard it
when she said her name.

And what's her name?

Do you know it or not?

Perhaps I can remember.

Why are you looking at my bag?

She said she was Baroness Toszegi,
and she was looking for Mr Csaba Balogh.

Miss.

What are you doing here?

Weren't you planning to relax
in your room?

Let's not talk about who does what
in his or her room, Mr Balogh.

- Do you know that gentleman?
- I don't.

But it looks like he knows you.

Did you plan to meet him?

How dare you accuse me?
You, of all people?

Once our term is up,
I assume you'll marry again.

He must be the candidate.

What are you talking about?

Feel free to go over there.

I've told you I don't know him.

He keeps staring and ogling.

- Does that disturb you?
- Of course it does.

Let me handle it then.

What are you doing? You want to hit him?

I do.

Relax, mister!

But I don't think it's going to happen.
Dinner?

I'll be damned if it isn't him!
Is that really you, Csaba?

What brings you here, Borbereky?

We're all at Mikey's.

Csorba says he saw you
going to this posh hotel.

I told him he was out of his mind!
Csaba is out of town,

and he would've let us know
if he was back. But he insisted.

Come here, I'm glad to see you.

And who is the beautiful young lady?

Ferenc Borbereky, at your service.

She is my wife.

You don't have a wife.

I do. Since 10 o'clock yesterday.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph...

I mean, long live the newlyweds!

Long live, long live!

Let us welcome you among us
and ask you to bring Csaba happiness

until the end of a long life.

Watch out!

Be always as happy as you were
when you first laid eyes on each other.

Thank you.

Go ahead and eat before it gets cold.

Here you go, sweetheart, take the thigh.
It's tender.

Thank you, darling,
please take the rest.

And where did you find
such a fine young lady, Csaba?

We didn't even know
you wanted to get married.

Lucky man.

Yes, we want to know everything.
Where did you meet?

- At a piano concert.
- On the street.

After a piano concert, on the street.

We, sort of, stumbled into each other.

And when exactly did this happen?

- Three days ago.
- Two months ago.

Two months and three days ago.

- Lucky man.
- And you didn't tell us a word.

Ida's father didn't
want to give us his blessing.

He loves his daughter a lot.

Eat, my darling,
the breast, your favourite.

Thank you, my love.

Aren't they lovely, like two doves?

Why don't you ever tell me you love me?

I've already told you once.
I'll let you know if it changes.

I'd like to borrow your wife's eyes.

- Her eyes?
- I'm working on a painting of Magdalena,

but I haven't found
such a beautiful pair of eyes yet.

Come on, they're not Magdalena eyes.

- Then give me her neck.
- I need her hands for Beatrice.

Try not to chop up my wife.

How about going out
for a dance after dinner?

There's music
till midnight in Fenyveskert.

Great! Can I have the first dance
with the young lady?

My wife is tired.
We're about to return to the hotel.

What hotel?

You want to spend
the wedding night in a hotel?

Better than my room in the attic.
I'll find an apartment tomorrow.

Forget it, you're staying!

You'll have our best room.
We'll send a carriage for your luggage.

- It's nice of you, but...
- No, no, my husband is right.

We have a big bed,
with a springy mattress.

All you need to make babies.

Lucky man.

This was... tiring.

It was.

Perhaps we should agree on how we met.

In case it comes up again.

It's easy. We were at a piano concert.

I went out for some fresh air
after Mozart's Turkish March.

I stumbled and you caught my arm.

You said you were the most boring
and the luckiest painter in the world.

I asked you why?
You looked into my eyes and said,

because when I saw you,

I knew that your face was all I wanted
to paint for the rest of my life.

I naturally didn't tolerate
such an impertinence and left you.

But when you saw that my leg still hurt,

you lifted me up
and carried me all the way home.

Wow.

Do you read a lot of romantic novels?

We didn't have much
to read in the convent.

But this was like a novel.

I mean totally unrealistic.

First of all,
why would I carry you in my arms?

Didn't I call a car?

It was late at night,
there were no carriages.

Where was this piano concert,
in the desert?

I would never carry anyone on the streets,
that's what horses are for.

Alright, forget about carrying,
it was just an idea.

And no painter would ever say

that he wants to paint
only one face for the rest of his life.

You need different types of models,
different characters.

What kind of career would that be?

Anything is better than
"he needed the money

and my father paid enough
to get rid of me."

Your story will do,
just forget the details.

And thank you for not letting me down
in front of my friends.

We had an agreement, Mr Balog.
We keep up appearances.

That's right.

And it would appear strange

if I walked out on our
wedding night in front of them.

- You don't think that you...
- I think, I'll use the window.

Good night, miss.

But, Mr Balogh!
Are you out of your mind?

Please be ready
by 8 o'clock in the morning.

I'll sneak back in by then.

Are you crazy? It's the first floor.

You may become a widow sooner.

Why didn't you tell me you're here?

I saw you were busy.

We didn't have
any mirrors in the convent.

They said it's easy to fall
into the sin of vanity.

I see.

I've bought newspapers.

I've marked a few apartments
we could check.

Come in!

Good morning, my little birds.
I've heard you're already up.

You always have to wait for women.

I'm almost ready.

Everything alright? Slept well?

No newlyweds have ever slept like this.

Come, breakfast is ready.

And this here is the dining room.

There's an entrance from the parlour
and one from the Master's workroom.

Can we remove
the furniture from the workroom?

I'd use it as a studio.

I don't know about that, sir.
I was only told to show you around.

What about the neighbours?
Are there small children?

My husband needs peace to paint.

I don't know about that.
Anyone can come and go as they like.

Does the price include
the furniture too?

- I don't...
- You don't know about that.

No problem.
I'll discuss it with my wife.

Go ahead.

In private, if possible.

What do you think?

If you like it, I'm okay with it.

I only need a window in the studio,
and there's a big one.

- Shall we take it?
- You decide it.

The husband makes the decisions.

I'm not a husband,
I don't make the decisions.

- Let's take it.
- Alright.

Do you want to keep the maid?

As you wish.

Of course I do,
she's all grace and charm.

And she knows everything.

Alright, we'll take it then.

Go ahead and buy
whatever you need in the household.

And this is for your own needs.

- Is it mine?
- Of course it is.

Buy what you want
and let me know when you run out.

And hire a cook too.

I assume you cannot cook.

What makes you think so?

I guess housekeeping was not something
they taught you in the convent.

Don't worry, Mr Balogh.
Your household won't lack anything.

It was very delicious, miss.

I'm sorry
I assumed that you couldn't cook.

Kati cooked it.

I see.

And the apartment is really pretty.

Thank you, Mr Balogh.

But I'm surprised
you didn't buy any furniture.

Or at least a piano.
I thought you liked playing the piano.

- I do.
- Then buy one.

Put it on my account,
and I'll take care of it.

There's no need.

You should buy some bookshelves

so that you can put these somewhere.

What's this?

You said you couldn't read
in the convent,

and I dared to bring
a few of my favourites.

You brought them for me?

Everyone must know Jokai and Balzac.

- But I've never...
- Never what?

- Never got a book?
- Never got a gift.

- Never?
- Perhaps when I was a little girl.

But I can't accept it from a stranger.

They're not a gift.

These are my books.
Read them if you want to,

and if you don't, toss them away.

How could I do that? Don't be silly.

Do what you want then.

Kati may know how to cook,
but she sure can't bake.

This is terrible.

It wasn't Kati.

It's actually not that bad.

Perhaps with a little more sugar
and less salt.

I see.

I'll bake another batch.

Miss!

Miss, would like to have dinner with me?

Miss?

Miss, the Mikeys invited us for tea,
would you like to go?

Miss, I guess you don't care,

but I'm spending the night
in the company of men.

Good night.

Kati!

- What was that again?
- This thing fell off.

I swear to God, I didn't even touch it.

Maybe just a little.

The rest of it was done by the Master.

- Why?
- How would I know?

He worked till late last night,
and then he just went on a rampage.

He was thrashing about
and knocked everything over.

But of course I had to clean it up.

Watch out, you'll ruin it!

The Master said it was a bat.
He must know.

But the bats I've seen
sure didn't look like this.

That brown girl is his model
who keeps coming here in the afternoon,

but he chased her away too last night.

He was in a terrible mood.

Alright, don't come here anymore.

I'll clean the Master's room.

Whatever you say.

What are you doing here, miss?

I'm sorry, Mr Balogh,
Kati was fumbling around.

I'll take care of your room from now on.

You don't need to.

Do you know anything about painting?

Not really.

I'm working on this one.

I mean I was.

The idea was to...

Anyway. It doesn't matter.

I've shown it to Mikey and the others.
They decried it, and they were right.

- I got carried away.
- What's wrong with it?

I've been around the world.

I've seen a few paintings that caught
my imagination and just won't let me go.

I realised that I wanted to paint
the extasy captured in them.

But this doesn't do that.

None of them do.

To paint extasy? Is that possible?

I only know I don't know how to.

But I can still be a house painter.

Perhaps extasy is not in the painting
but in the artist when he is working.

At least that's the way with music.

If a poor musician plays Bach,
it's just notes, but if a master...

And where do you think
I should find extasy?

Is there anything you passionately want,
Mr Balogh?

To paint something good.

I've always told myself I only need
a few months when I can do what I want,

I could find out
if I'm a good painter or not.

But here we are, I've got everything
I need, and nothing comes to my mind.

Nothing!

Looks like my muse is dead.

Maybe that's what you should paint.

What did you say?

It'd be a nice topic, but as I said,
I don't know much about painting.

And, Mr Balogh, as far as the apple pie
is concerned, I'd like to apologise...

The death of the muse,
you're a genius, Ida.

God, how much I'd like
to kiss your hand right now.

I don't think that's necessary.

I've got to talk to Mikey right now.

To figure out the composition.

- Aren't you coming?
- Should I?

Of course.

What would I be without you?

I can already see the painting:

the muse is lying on the ground,
like an angel with broken wings.

Peasants with rough faces surround her.

They don't understand
the tragedy they're witnessing,

they are just staring at the dead muse,
who is snow white.

The colour of her face is crucial.
Colours are crucial for a painter:

her bloodless face
still showing signs of life

left behind by the departing soul.

- Her hand is like a broken wing.
- Where are you running?

As it rests on her bosom.

Her thin veins and bones
showing through.

Do you know Bellini's Pieta?

That's where you see such bones.

A naked model is like
a bouquet of flowers for a painter.

He doesn't see she's naked,
he just sees forms.

But what kind of work is this?
Getting naked for money.

- How long have you lived in the convent?
- Twelve.

Being a model isn't shameful.

What else can a woman do without
a husband or a family to support her?

That's the way things work.

She could be a maid or a shop assistant.

- And what else?
- One of my friends became a teacher.

But if she doesn't know
much about science?

Offer piano lessons.

You're annoying.

I think you can guess
who was a nude model back in the day.

Who?

What are you sniffing around, Csorba?

Looks like Miss Ida is cold.
Should I fetch a blanket?

No, thanks.

You can bring me a blanket and a pillow.

Yes, ma'am.

- Can you live off of piano lessons?
- Are you looking for a job?

Don't you have a dowry?

What am I thinking, just look at you.

- What do you mean?
- No makeup or jewellery.

Csaba would never marry for money.

Miss Ida? Should I fetch a pillow?

Good idea, Prince.

I want one, too.
And bring me a stool, will you?

At your service.

- Prince?
- Golden boy.

His father is
some kind of an aristocrat.

Csaba has never been
interested in money,

and never really had much either.

- And when he did, he gave it away.
- That's right.

My husband hardly
sold anything last year.

We didn't have much to eat for a week

when Csaba showed up
with some chicken and bread.

He said he got it from the countryside
and it was too much for him.

It only turned out later
that he had sold his gold wristwatch.

- He never told you?
- No.

But now that he's married,
he should stop giving money to anyone.

Except if it's my Pista,
but nobody else.

Or else you can really
start giving piano lessons.

How do you get a job like that?

I don't know.
Advertise yourself, ask around.

Hey, Prince. Do you know anyone
in need of a piano teacher?

- I don't think so.
- Ida is asking.

Well, actually I've been thinking about
taking piano classes for a long time.

Can you really teach?

But I don't want a Greek topic.

My muse is an angel,
who fell down from the Heavens.

- You're right, Csaba.
- An ethereal creature.

A meteor.
We don't know where she came from,

or why she fell from the skies.
We can only see the tragedy.

Right, but what is the angel like?

- That's the question.
- Gorgeous, like everything Csaba creates.

Tilted head,

bloodless face,
an opaque blueish shadow on her neck.

I wish I knew
where to find a model like that.

Go to a hospital,
where people are dying.

You can't find that hue anywhere else.

You'll mix that colour, Csaba.
If anyone, you can do it.

How much do you need?

50 Koronas.

Or I'll sell my coat and hat
to the old-clothes-man outside.

- Don't threaten me.
- Alright, 30 then.

That's the least you can give,
if you have a heart.

Here's 10 and leave my heart alone.

We need a studio. At once.

The painting will be
at least two metres high.

You can join us.

I rent one in Sandor street.
It's only me and Feri Maklary there.

Great, when can I see it?

Wow, your wife can play the piano, too?

And rather well.

Don't look at her in such an awe,

because my wife
will expect it from me, too.

Bravo!

Your hands are made of gold, Miss Ida.

By the way, Ida,
why don't you wear any jewellery?

Not even a brooch.

We weren't allowed any in the convent.

Only a Virgin Mary pendant.

Csaba! How are you treating
this beautiful creature?

I always get something from
my husband when he sells a painting.

Of course if Ida wants to...

You need a ring on every finger,
dear Miss Ida.

Are you satisfied with
the spending money I give you, miss?

- Yes, Mr Balogh.
- Why don't you spend on yourself, then?

Why don't you buy clothes
or jewellery like other ladies?

I don't think it's necessary,
there are better things to spend on.

- Are you stingy, perhaps?
- Perhaps.

I've never thought about this.

You're the most peculiar woman
I've ever met.

I've told Mikey about
your idea of the death of the muse.

- My idea?
- Of course it's yours.

I would've never come up with it
without you.

He liked it a lot.

But I have to go to a study,
because it'll be a big one.

Very big. I'll be away more often.

Flora is planning a picnic next weekend.

Yes. I've told her we're going.

I must get down to work.
To make sketches and find a model.

Why aren't we going?

Because I'll be working
and you don't fancy programs like this.

How do you know what I fancy,
Mr Balogh?

Not this program, believe me.

But I do, and I've told Flora
that I'd be happy to join.

- Alright, whatever you want.
- That's what I want... I wish.

But I must warn you
that we play games at picnics

and we can't just stay out of them.

We'll play then.

And if you lose,
you must give a forfeit.

I've played game of forfeits
in the convent.

Not like this one.

You can redeem your forfeit by a kiss.

What do you mean?

Don't worry,
married couples can kiss each other.

But, Mr Balogh!

- You must be joking.
- Not at all.

Oh no.

- Please, tell them we're not going.
- But you've already promised.

- It doesn't matter.
- It'd be an insult.

I don't care. I'll explain.

You can blame it on me.

Alright, miss.
You'll do what you want to do.

Please.

Or you wish to do.

Good morning.

These came with the post.
This one's from Baroness Toszegi...

Excuse me, this is urgent.

Baroness... what the...?

You can leave, Kati.

Miss Ida!

Miss Ida! I've picked these for you.

- Is that a bug?
- Where? Where?

- Are you afraid of bugs?
- Oh, no.

I was just afraid
it's going to bite you.

- Who made this pie?
- I did. I hope it's good.

- I'll definitely try.
- Me too.

- Mikey? Would you like some?
- Of course,

- but perhaps a little later.
- Flora?

- Thanks.
- You're not really sweet-toothed.

- Anything wrong?
- Somewhat bitter.

- The walnut must've caught in the pan.
- Just the way I like it.

At least I don't have to share.

We could play something after the snack
Would you like to join, Miss Ida?

- But not game of forfeits.
- Not if you don't want to.

Let's play blindman's buff,
I always win in that.

Splendid!

Borbereky!
He's the one with a beard like that.

- Bravo!
- Good job!

Three out of three. Who's next?

It's your turn, Miss Ida.

Yes, let's see if she can recognise us.

C'mon, we've only met a few times.

I'd be happy to try.

- Flora!
- Yes!

It was easy,
nobody has such a big mouth.

- Impertinent!
- Next one, please.

- I don't know.
- She doesn't know?

Nice!
She can't recognise her own husband.

You've got to practise some more, Csaba.

I'd like to have some refreshment.

Let's go to Nyulaszkert.
There's live music on Saturday

Alright!

Miss Ida,

Miss Ida,

tell me please...

Lift me up, Pista.

I'd prefer lifting up a few of these.

Let's leave these drunkards alone.

Come on!

Will you dance with me, Miss Ida?

You don't mind, do you?

Go ahead if you want to.

- It's not only the model.
- What do you mean?

Perhaps,
it's not only the model's fault.

Her face is a shade of white
you can only see when people are dying.

And still, something is missing from it.

- It's missing from you.
- What do you want with this again?

A painter cannot paint about life
if he hasn't lived a life,

and he can't paint about death before
he finds out what real loss means.

As if you've had such a life.

I've lived more than you.

Then why do you always paint
what your clients want you to?

I've got an expensive wife,
and the kid is on the way.

Some people know about responsibility.

And some know about good painting.

Enough. Just quit arguing already.

- Csaba is right.
- I won't lend you any money.

Pista is right then.

You haven't suffered enough, kid.

If you love someone so much that
your heart would break if you lost her,

that's when you'll be
able to paint death.

- You're a wonderful dancer, Miss Ida.
- Thanks.

- I've never danced with a man.
- Actually, me neither.

You see how much we have in common?

One more dance?

- Aren't you tired?
- With you, I could dance forever.

Woops,

- isn't it yours?
- It's my mother's ring.

I'll have it adjusted to my finger.
Thanks for finding it.

May I?

Good evening, Kati!

I would've told you to take an umbrella,
but of course nobody asked me.

It was a good day,
even if we are a little wet.

Wasn't it?

Flora mentioned that next week...

I'm not taking you to any party anymore.

Why?

If you can't behave like a lady,
we won't go anywhere.

Good night, Kati.

What do you mean?

I've kept my end of the bargain,

in exchange,
I expect you to behave correctly.

- Correctly?
- Correct is from Latin.

Haven't you learnt anything
in the convent?

I know what correct is.

But what right do you have
to tell me such things?

You welcomed the advances of
another man in front of everyone,

and kept flirting with him all day.

- Flirting?
- Are you a parrot? Yes, flirting.

You hooked on to him, cuddled up to him,
danced with him alone.

No one else.

- What do you care who I dance with?
- I don't care.

Of course I don't.

You can dance around the globe,
as far as I'm concerned.

But until you're my wife,
you can't humiliate me in public.

Anything else?

Who gave you that ring?

You said you didn't have any jewellery.
What else was a lie?

I won't tell you anything.

- Is that so?
- Yes, it is.

Good morning, Kati.
Has the Master woken up yet?

He may have, miss, but not at home.

- He hasn't come home?
- You didn't know?

It's none of your business
where he spends the night.

That's true. Thanks God.

Come in, Kati.

- Can I have a word with you?
- Mr Balogh,

I didn't know you had arrived.

- Is that my coat?
- It is...

I was a little bored. What do you wish?

I'm sorry I was away for so long.

I've been sleeping in the study.

You don't owe me an explanation.

You spend your time wherever you like.

- And as far as my ring is concerned...
- You don't owe me an explanation either.

I do. A husband has the right to know.

I know it's from your mother.

Csorba has told me. I'm sorry.

I was a turkey, a jackass, a bullock.

I'm sorry too.

I didn't know I shouldn't have
accepted his attention.

Of course you should've.

- But I danced with him all day.
- I encouraged you to do so.

Are you going to let me
apologise or not?

Go ahead.

Actually, I'm finished.

I had never danced with a man before.

I forgot myself. I'm sorry.

You don't know how beautiful you are.

I do.

You do?

The girls in the convent told me.
I didn't make any use of it.

I'd like to paint you.

No. I'm not going to become
a painting in your study.

Why not?

A few more months
and we won't see each other again.

Why would you want a memory of me?

You keep track of it like that?

You just can't wait to get rid of me?

I'm waiting for my freedom.

So that nobody can tell me what to do.

I see.

I've bought something
to make it up to you.

Don't say anything,
it's in the drawing room.

You don't have to thank me,
I won't even be here when you get it.

But please accept it.

I must go.

I'll be in the study for a few days.

Goodbye, miss.

My dear Ida, it was beautiful as always.

Your husband is so lucky to be able to
listen to such beautiful music at home.

If I played at night, perhaps.

That's when he gets home lately.

Sometimes he just sleeps in the study.

Oh yes, the famous angel.
It'll be grandiose.

Have you seen it?

I have. The other day Csaba invited
my husband and we all went along.

How do you like it?

He hasn't shown me yet.

Maybe he wants to surprise you.

Come, come.

You speak French, don't you, Miss Ida?

- I do.
- I need your help.

Here's a Russian art dealer,

who doesn't know
much about art but is full of money.

His mania is to build a gallery
bigger than that of Tretyakov in Moscow.

But I can't really deal with him,
because his German is poor.

Good morning, sir. Tell me.

Madam, tell the mister that
the ancient theme does not interest me.

I want something different.

He's interested in nudes.
Do you have any?

I do, if that's what he needs.

Yes. Would you like some?

I'd like to see them.

He would like to see them.

I'd have to paint them first.

Tell him they're in the storehouse.
He can see them on Friday.

He can bring them here on Friday.

If the painting has just one person,
I'll pay 20,000

and 5,000 more for every other person.

He'd pay 20,000 Koronas
for a single person painting,

and 5,000 more
for every other person on it.

I'll paint a whole orgy for him
for that much.

Thank you for your help, ma'am.

My husband is also a painter.
He's got really nice pictures.

Would you like to see those too,
Mr Tinyakov?

I'm sorry,
but my collection is complete.

It doesn't matter, his large canvas
has been reserved anyway.

I shouldn't have mentioned it.

Reserved? By whom?

Forget it. I'm just blabbering...

This is confidential until
the Tretyakovs transfer the deposit...

The Tretyakov Gallery?

I must see that painting, ma'am!

Right away. Right away!

I wish I wasn't feeling so dizzy.

I'd be happy to help.

Just bring me another rag, Kati!

- Just take care of yourself.
- Ida!

Ida. You won't believe what happened.

Why are you shouting?

You've sent me that crazy Russian,
haven't you?

- Is that a problem?
- Problem?

He bought almost all of my paintings
for triple the price.

He said he was going to make me
a celebrity in Russia.

But what impressed him the most
was the angel.

Do you know how much he paid for it?
50,000 Koronas.

I don't know anyone who has
ever paid so much for a painting.

You didn't sell it, did you?
What about the exhibition?

I'll finish it, exhibit it,
it'll be judged, and then he can take it.

Do you know what it means?

That you've painted
a really good painting?

That I can give back your dowry.

What the hell.

Would you leave, Kati?

Yes, please.
I didn't know I was disturbing you.

Here you go.

I've written the chequebook
over to your name,

and you'll find
all of the 100,000 Koronas in it.

But you don't have to
give back my dowry.

Not according to the law,
but I think I do.

I've always planned to do so
by the time our year is up,

but I've managed to do it
six months earlier.

I don't understand.

Why did you marry me?

That's not important.

The point is, you're free.
That's what you wanted, didn't you?

Do you want me to leave?

You misunderstood me, Ida.
I don't even think...

- This is for you.
- Not now, Kati.

Not that I care. But somebody died.

I must leave right now.
We'll discuss it later, excuse me.

What happened?

Baroness Toszegi's husband died.

The telegram was open.

- I wasn't expecting you, my dear.
- I must speak with someone.

- You're so pale. What's wrong?
- Csaba.

I knew it. Your husband is a rascal.

How can you say that?

I know he left you alone
on your wedding night.

I saw him climbing through the window.

No! He is the most decent,
honest and kind...

But what's the problem, then?

He doesn't love me.

What a kettle of fish.
I can't believe it.

I've ruined your clothes.

You're not the first person
crying on it.

You've got to speak to your husband.

No way.

But if you love him?

But he loves someone else.
Baroness Toszegi,

who is a widow now.

Have you seen his angel?

I haven't. He doesn't let me near it.

You don't need permission,
just show up at the study.

But not like this.

Put on some powder and some makeup,
and let him see what a beauty you are.

But make sure
you check out the painting.

Why?

You'll see why.

And if he doesn't want to show me?

My dear.

If you can't make a man want
what you want,

you're really not wife material.

May I disturb you, Mr Balogh?

Miss Ida. What are you doing here,
is anything wrong?

Nothing.

I've just brought you lunch
and some beer.

As a refreshment.
You've hardly been at home for days.

I told you it wasn't necessary.

I've made apple pie again.
Do you want to try?

- I've practised a lot.
- I'll have some then.

What's wrong?

- Nothing.
- But I can see.

There's some walnut shell left in it.

You must leave. I need to finish
the painting for the jury next week.

- Can I see it?
- You can't.

I can't show it to anyone
before it's finished.

The others have seen it.

That's true.

Borbereky said it's a masterpiece.

Well, he also borrowed 20 Koronas.

And I can't see it?

- You don't care about my opinion?
- Of course I do.

That's why you wanted me to leave?

- I've never told you to leave.
- Yes, you have.

I just gave back
your freedom as you wished.

- I thought if there's anybody, then...
- But there's nobody.

- Nobody?
- Nobody at all.

But who sent you
that love letter in the convent?

How do you know about that?

Your father's bride
was nice enough to tell me.

She hinted that it was the reason
for your hasty marriage.

I had to be married off
because my father wanted to get married

and I was in their way.

And that letter wasn't addressed to me,
but to one of the girls,

and I didn't want her to be expelled,
so I said it was mine.

What a turkey I am.

A jackass. A bullock.

Are you going to list any more animals?

How could I believe it?
You're so pure, so honest.

You're an angel.

Just remember this in a minute.

What is this?

But that's me.

I'm sorry.

I know you didn't allow me,
but I couldn't resist.

I'll paint it over if you want me to.

It would be like ripping out
a piece of my heart, but...

And these?

It looks like my head is full lately...

with your face.

How are you, Miss Ida?

- I hope I'm not disturbing.
- No, you're not.

I was just going to leave,
but I've brought some apple pie.

- Want some?
- No, thanks.

I'll have dinner at home tonight.

I'd like to talk to you, please.

Alright.

And, Mr Balogh...

the painting is beautiful,
don't paint it over.

- Do you really like it?
- You've painted a really good painting.

You've got visitors, miss.

Flora! Ofelia!

What brought you here?

We have news.

I've asked around about
Baroness Toszegi.

And?

Your husband rents her
an apartment in Lovas Street.

Two rooms and a small garden.

I know because they rent it
from my husband's cousin.

They've been there for a week.
Her and the little girl.

I told you to be gentle!

- Little girl?
- That's right.

They say her husband
gambled away their land

and shot himself in the head.

Csaba brought them here
and keeps visiting them. Every day.

Are you alright, my dear?

How can we help you?

Thanks,
but I'll take care of it from here.

Here she is.

I'm looking for Mr Csaba Balogh
but the maid told me he's not at home.

She was right.

I don't understand.

I've received a message from him
to come here at once.

I've sent the message.

You? But who are you?

- It doesn't matter.
- Is he alright?

Are you really a widow?

I am, but what's the matter with Csaba?

Some kind of accident? Tell me!

He's fine, he'll be home by night.

Where is your daughter?

She's outside with the maid.

Bring her here.
From now on, this is your home.

Our home? I don't understand.

See that? That's your picture.

Csaba holds it very dear.

Please, give it to him.

Tell him,
I'll send someone for my belongings.

Have a happy life.

Goodbye, Kati.

- Can I get a glass of water?
- Go and get it yourself.

I'd like a room, please. For one person.

Of course, ma'am. For how long?

I don't know.
Do I have to tell in advance?

Not necessary.

Here you go, miss.

Thank you.

Who's it?

The husband you left.

- What do you want?
- To speak with you, let me in.

Impossible.

Come out then!

I can't, I'm not dressed up.

No problem, I'll wait.
I'll stay all night if I have to.

What do you want?
Haven't you read my letter?

I have. That's why I'm here.

You forgot this in it. Put it back on.

How did you find me, anyway?

I've called all the hotels.

But it was stupid, I should've known
it's the only one you know about.

- Come with me.
- Where?

Home.

You don't think
I'll cross your threshold again.

But I do. Kati is making dinner.

She almost started dancing,
when I told her you're coming home.

- Leave me alone.
- I won't.

I'll sleep on your doorstep,
if I have to.

- Is that so?
- Yes, it is!

I'm leaving, then.

Ida!

Please, Ida.

Please, Ida!

My sister is also waiting,
you scared the poor thing to death.

- What sister?
- My sister, Jolan.

She's not your sister,
she's Baroness Toszegi.

And I'm Baron Csaba Toszegi Balogh.

Are you a baron?

I don't use the title
or the painters would make fun of me,

and the land was pawned.

Is she really your sister?

I'm really not your wife,
if I didn't know about this.

Because I'm a turkey, a jackass, a...

- bullock.
- An entire zoo.

I wanted to tell you a thousand times,

but I was ashamed to save
my father's property on your money.

Come on, just come with me.

Alright. I'll apologise to your sister.

I'm sorry I scared her, but as soon as
I apologise, you take me back here.

I can't stay in your apartment
as a single woman.

Here, put it on.

No.

We may not be strangers,
but we're not married either.

But we can be, can't we?

I know you're free at last,
and nobody can tell you who to choose,

but I beg you to choose me.

Why?

Because when I saw you,

I knew that your face was all I wanted
to paint for the rest of my life.

I thought no painter
would ever say that.

It turns out that painters
who are crazy in love would say that.

And what else would you never ever do?

All the way home?

All the way home.

Ida, dear!
How much pie have you eaten lately?