All language subtitles for Kut (2016 )

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.

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Good morning.
The attendant?

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

Absolutely not.

It's a surprise.

Give me five minutes, OK?

Makeup:

Hairdresser:

Hello!

Production designer:

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?

Scar.

How did you get it?

Long story.

I happen to have time.

What kind of man is
the 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
thirty 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 horseballs.

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?

It's not sure.

But he wants
to get to know you.

Stop smoking for chrissake,
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.

Whds Berta?

She put up with me
the longest.

- What's myjob?
- 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
anyhow.

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 windshield!

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 wejust 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.

Fucksake!

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.

What do you mean,
ifs not here?

/'m not going anywhere until
the package arrives.

/'// 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, Méria.

Don't call me Méria!

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?
- Méria.

- 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 now?
- 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 lldi.
- Like lldi, 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 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.

An)' 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 its 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 eight hundred kilometres.

What does that mean?

That I did everything I could.

Pista, how many rooms
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.
lt's not fucking Congo.

You're really an ace
in geography.

OK. This is not
a vote.

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

Really? ls 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.

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 OK Zsolti?
- Why?

I vouched for you
with Johnny...

So what? l'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. OK?

OK.

So.

Damn, she had to turn
just now!

Where have you been all day?

She's hot,
the bottled blonde.

Ithink 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 bullterrier.

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 fiancee 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'tjust
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.

OK.

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 OK?

I can do it.

Do you really want
to stay here?

It's just getting interesting.

Watch out for Zsolt.

When he looses it,
he looses 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.

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?
- Yourjob 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 chew through it.

That's not what happened.

Then where did he get
that idea?

Itold 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.

Lacké.

I was serious in there.

Don't get involved.

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

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

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

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.

Then nothing happened for
a long time.

Laci's life
continued as before,

and that idiot didn't even realize
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 rafting 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, OK?

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.

- 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.

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

None of your business.

She says she knows you
owe Johnny money.

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...

...l 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?

Everything3 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 fiancee?
Did you leave hertoo?

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 ljust 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 with it.

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 on
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.

Whafs 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?

Lacké,
you don't understand.

What Zsolfs waiting
for is never gonna come.

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

Méria! 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.

Méria whatever your name is.

Do you want this one here?

I do.

And you, Mantis,

do you want this prostitute here,
until the Swiss customer 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 deai,
is it?

I 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 OK
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...

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!

You managed to turn her on.

I mean Berta.

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.

OK.

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 noone 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 with a jeep.

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

And'?

And theyjust 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 Méria.

Nice dress.

Aren't you going to say hello?

~ Hi!
' pwpeny

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.

OK.

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 lvlisi.

H ow?

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,
Zoltén.

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 l'd be facing
certain inconveniences

if people thought I was organizing
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 lstvén

but I turned him into
a reliable workforce.

Only...

And you, Zoltén?

And me, sir?

Would you preferto manage
a gas station

orwould 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 noone works at noon.

But this woman still
came to get water

because the other Samaritans
despised her

so she went when the least
amount 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 him 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.

Ivlarcsi!

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?

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?

Uhum.

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 dont know.
I need to pee.

Have you heard
anything from Laci?

I have as a matter 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 herfrom above
or below any day, believe me.

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

She's like everyone esle.

Whistle to your mother.
Servant.

This is so pathetic.

Noone 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