All language subtitles for The Wall Driller (György Szomjas,1985)

Sorry to disturb you, but I don't see
blissful happiness across your face.

Is there anything wrong?

- We have issues.
- With what?

I'm on the fifth nail now, and it just
won't go in. Concrete won't take it.

- Too hard?
- Too hard.

Dear viewers. This seems to be
a national issue.

Engineeer, we've just visited B�lint
T�ske, who grumbled over the fact that

he is unable to drive
nails into the wall.

He says that for 800,000 forints,
he might expect from the government

an apartment with no such issues.

It's true that nails cannot be driven
into walls of pre-fab apartments,

all the less because they're made of
B-280 quality concrete, although

it's also true that our company's
profile is mainly manufacturing flats,

all the less because we have an annual
quota of almost 10,000 flats,

so our company doesn't consider the
issue of nails versus plastic wall plugs

and we are unable to guarantee it,

all the less because this isn't a
habitability issue,

and every tenant is to place these
plastic plugs according to their taste,

and I feel the most efficient way
to resolve this issue if we cooperated

with financial work communities,
or possibly individual craftsmen,

the so-called private sector.

THE WALL DRILLER

Excuse me, Madam, where
are you travelling?

- Veszpr�m.
- And you, if I may?

Veszpr�m as well.

Huh. Everyone's travelling to Veszpr�m!

Everyone!

Kitchen furniture sale in Veszpr�m
at the site of the wholesale market

between 21st October to 1st November.

Certain types sold at a discount.

Hamburger!

Chester Chestnut lived atop a tree.
He had no coat, pants or a hat.

His prickly shell was the only clothing
he wore. Still, it's said every autumn,

Chester Chestnut
is the king of fashion!

I want to go there, Mommy!

Nature clothes me every autumn.

But as far as I know, Centrum Department
Stores will do the same for you.

So: mugs, plates, sets.

Quick! Back to bed!

... and in stores.

A form for content: Amphora.

Ooh, it's hot.

But I like it that way.

Some like it hot!

Radio Kossuth, Budapest. Good morning
to those who have just awakened.

The time is 5:28.

Wait!

I'm coming.

I've just moved in with my friend.

See you soon.

Not again.

So I insert the coin. It was
like 3 minutes to 10, whatever.

She said she was pulling the plug.
I said I'd just inserted a coin,

I had a bunch of credits, she said she
had to stocktake, she was pulling it.

Don't pull the plug, I said, what's the
time, she didn't have a watch of course,

she just guessed, I begged her
not to pull it, I had money in it,

why are you pulling it, it's only
2 to 10, she said she's pulling it,

I said don't pull it, but
she said she was pulling it.

Good morning, colleagues.

The time is 6:08.

We wish our workers
a good day's work.

Blood donation at 2pm.

Attention!

Cloths available from 8 o'clock
at the tool dispensary.

What is it? Not working?

Don't do this, G�za.

Start the fucking machine.

Dammit!

Now what?

Your mother.

Think about the quarter-year plan.
Don't put me to shame, G�za.

Want me to go there?

Where are you going, G�za?

You start that pile of shit if you
so wish, understand?

Don't point, and go teach
your grandmother to suck eggs!

You know what?
I ain't even coming tomorrow.

- What? Finished already?
- Yeah, I finished.

I left it just like that.
We went to see the match with J�ska.

- There's a decent man, see?
- Just a bit of a drunkard.

Don't worry, you'll be one, too. Booze
is good, it just takes getting used to.

She just came after us all bloody.
Didn't even take a bath.

- Don't fuck with me.
- I'm saying.

She just wanted to embarrass you.

I didn't mind, gave her a hug,
took her to the Post-horn.

You shouldn't have.

Then Derrick, then Jutka Szucs.
And she wanted money again.

So I gave her some.

Go Everyone

The bartendress is at fault here.

It is because of her
that alcoholism is spreading.

Decent family men spend all their
month's pay for her.

They even get into brawls.

Us, decent people are outraged
at what goes on at the You & I.

These people should be burnt
at the stake, like witches used to be.

They're the ones that
wreck the families,

this fat porn-actress
Kati from the bar, and friends.

Life is no game.

I know what life is.
Want me to tell you?

Life is...

well, it's a great struggle.
For existence.

This is what life is.

You gotta leave.

We'll breathe new air into this life.

There are... options now.

I'll get in on the action,
I don't want to rot here.

Enterpreneurship, you see?
Entrepreneurship.

I can post ads, you know.

Why not? I absolutely can!

Say something.

Why won't you say something?

Are you messing with me?

Really. Are you?

You know I've always wanted this.

To try it alone.

So...

I can stand on my own two feet.

I can stand on my own two feet.

And what do we eat while you're
standing up on your own two feet?

1,000 Hz signal at 0 dB
in the right channel.

Frequency sweep in the left channel.
Measuring signal level: -12 dB.

63 Hz.

It was all organized from the
You & I bar.

They even had a passphrase. It was...
how many lumps of sugar in your coffee.

It was women on childcare allowance.

Then one guy recognized her
wife's slippers.

That's when it exploded.

It's hot.

- How hot is it?
- Seriously.

I like three, max.

Oh, come on.

No, I don't like German fashion.
It isn't super like the Italian.

Look at the models!

If you look at an Italian magazine...

So few beautiful people. I walk down
the street and it makes me sick.

- Jung und l�ssig.
- Preisparade.

- Taxi is where it's at.
- No driver's license.

- Aerials, too.
- Cable's coming.

Satellite is what's coming.

- Artisanal bread.
- Well drilling.

- Our coffee, Katika.
- Yes.

- Key copying?
- Over.

- Neon.
- Hm. Flowers.

- Cleaning?
- Ear piercing.

- Fried dough?
- Cotton candy.

- Pets.
- Extermination.

- Moving.
- Wall erasing.

Rheumatism patches.

Hm. Window cleaning.

- Afraid of heights.
- Fuck you.

- You know what your problem is, mate?
- What?

- You don't have the nerve.
- That's possible.

Let me tell you how it's done.

- What's done?
- Look at me.

I am.

Wall drilling.

- Wall drilling.
- That's right.

You only need a good machine
and it's hole after hole.

Wall drilling...

Afternoon.

- Hey...
- What?

You know her?

Of course, she's �va,
lives across from us.

She just moved in to our block.

What the hell?

Before: wages: 5,300
childcare allowance: 900

After: 1 hole: 16 Forints
5300/16 = 331 holes.

If it's just 20 holes a day, we're...

What if it's only 10?

That's not possible.

Yes it is, and we won't
make a living then.

- Yes, we will.
- No, we won't.

Why not? Think about it.

20 holes � 16 forints.
Plus childcare allowance.

Don't count that.

Wait a minute. Backtrack a little.

You know where you
should backtrack, G�za?

The Pr�ter dance school
where you asked me.

And ask someone else.

27, carry the 2...

HILTI Schlagbohrmaschine.

TM 8.

Sicherheitskupplung.

TV, radio interference filter.

Maschinengewicht:...

2.3 kg.

UV chuck.

Nice machine.

HILTI. TM 8.

TV, radio... interference filter.

UV chuck.

Lot of things you can do with that.

- Ah, good morning.
- Good morning.

Anyway. Must be having a bad day.

- Do you know her?
- Mm-hm.

Just moved in.

Alright then.

There was a photo album.
The girls were photographed naked,

of course from neck down,
the head wasn't visible.

And if someone walked in the bar,
he would say how many lumps of sugar,

which meant how many times
100 forints he was willing to spend.

And then he could look at those
pictures, pick from that category.

And they got caught when the Golarics
girl's husband found out.

You know where you should
backtrack, G�za?

The Pr�ter dance school,
where you asked me.

And ask someone else, alright?

Push it in, Private.

Give it hell.

Stop!

- What?
- With feeling.

Like this?

That's it.

Leave us alone.

Don't jerk it, it's gonna widen it.

Look, like that!

Steady...

Stop!

There's the hole. We're sorry.

That's it!

Stop!

Look at that, eh?

I am your father, eh?

I am your father
instead of your father.

Drill!

Like that!

Subtly, with feeling.

That's real subtle!
You're great, G�za!

What are you doing?

Not like that.

Fuck, G�za, are you out of your mind?
Go to hell.

- Who will fix this? You're insane!
- This is a sensitive instrument!

Animals!

Listen!

Hold this.

Up yours, up yours!

Whole payments only:
8th of the month 6-8 pm

hole payments only

Sometimes 2, sometimes 3.

- Sometimes we do, too.
- If the TV's on.

- Same with us.
- Really?

Like you said. Yesterday.

- He eats while it goes on.
- Why?

Says it's better that way.

- What does he eat?
- Salami, his favourite.

- Why do you let him eat?
- I just do. I'm being thoughtful.

- Thoughtful? As in?
- As in how much I'm bored.

- It is goddamn boring.
- It is goddamn boring.

- Stop it already.
- I wouldn't take it.

- You said the same thing last time.
- No, I didn't.

- Yes, you did.
- I didn't say that.

She says she didn't say that.
Do you hear that? She says she didn't.

- What does she mean she didn't?
- Of course she did!

- You said it at Zs�fi's.
- Oh, Zs�fi's an idiot.

I need some money.

- Bread.
- Dough.

- Chips.
- Gravy.

- Moolah.
- Green.

- Lolly.
- Cheese.

- Bees.
- Ackers.

- Paper.
- Scratch.

I need to put up a shelf.

Alright, I'll do it in the evening.

No drilling after 8 pm, daddy-o.

- How's your mother?
- The way I left her. Fuck you.

Sicko.

Gimme that plug.

Don't eat that!

That's it.

You'll screw it in yourself.

I can do that.

Here's the head, hold it.

So, name it, G�za.

Come.

Never mind.

Just say something.

I'm telling you, let it go.

I can drill you
a couple holes for free.

Come on, G�za.

Just give us a number.

- Won't.
- Don't insult me.

You can give it to my wife.

Take it, G�za. This is work,
you earned this.

And thanks again.

Forget about it.

Just call me if you
need something again.

The boy, the husband of this Golarics
girl also went through the photographs,

and recognized the
slippers on his wife's feet,

the ones they bought together
in Turkey.

The boy is a truck driver, you know.

And they bought the slippers together.

But how could �va be so stupid?

How can you be photographed
in a recognizable pair of slippers?

As we had reported previously,
with the help of our viewers...

Look, G�za!

the police was able to apprehend
the neighbourhood exhibitionist.

- How did you get in here?
- Mary Mother of God!

I climbed in the kitchen window
from the stairway.

- And where was the lady?
- He could climb in here one day.

An unusual story. Our hero
was just leaving for work then.

He was a very diligent man.

He trained himself, studied languages,
he was made team leader.

When he got home in the evening,
his home and his wife were there for him.

Then, at night, around midnight,
he would leave.

WALL DRILLING

You have no right.

You don't have the right
to advertise, daddy-o.

You don't have the right
to get it out.

I do, believe you me.

I know exactly why you're doing this.

Don't be so formal, I sure am not.

I know exactly.

You already have a wall driller.

Yes I do. Several. So?

What do you pay them per hole?

None of your business.

And by the way, keep a low profile.
I know everything about you.

- What do you know?
- Everything.

- Low profile.
- Why?

Because I just told you. See?

- You don't have a permit anyway.
- I will, though.

Make sure you do. If you want
to continue drilling, daddy-o.

You couldn't tell,
but G�za's very strong.

I was surprised when he first lifted
me up at Dag�ly spa.

He has well-toned muscles
from boxing.

He took it really seriously at first.

He gave it his all.

But then he changed his mind
and never went to train again.

He always has something
going on in his spiky head.

I don't always know what.

He's very stubborn.

And naive, too.

He thinks everyone
is as honest as he is,

he doesn't realize
what scumbags people are.

Right now... I don't know
what will come of this.

I want him to finally succeed.

But he's completely giddy,
I don't know what's come over him.

He's such an introverted ass,
you can't speak to him.

- Want some?
- Yes.

- You brought it just now?
- I borrowed it from Gizi.

Stupid ass.

Let me see.

Wait a sec.

- Show me.
- Minute.

Underwear is towards the end.

Sonderangebot.

Morning.

Are you people insane? Where is
your mind? Posting ads all day long?

The city's full of your ads,
where do you think you are?

Just look at this.
Tomi, nail driving.

Sanyi, key copying.
Zsazsa, head piercing.

Ear piercing, sorry about that.

Laci, wall drilling. So your
name is Laci who?

It's G�za.

- Then why did you write Laci?
- That's not me. Excuse me.

Here. G�za, wall drilling.

That's me.

Listen, you can post
if you submit an official request

with the full text
of the advertisement.

A photo of the wall to post it on
must also be annexed.

As it is, it amounts to
an 800 forint fine.

- How much?
- 800 forints.

Do you have a business permit at all?

How dare you post ads without
a business permit?

That's a separate fine.

You're an honest man.
Make that 800 forint fine 500.

And you will immediately submit
a request for a business permit.

What will that cost you? We're making
everyone an artisan now.

Come on, leave me alone!

G�ZA
WALL DRILLING

Stop it, you!

Closed.

Closed.

Closed.

Closed.

Closed.

- Closed?
- Yes, closed.

Allegedly it wasn't true.

The mothers had a club, one of them
took care of the kids while they met,

and that's what fuelled the gossip.
They say they met at the retirement home

they couldn't receive clients
in their own homes after all.

I can't imagine what drove them.

Morally, and they say these were all
wives with little kids, pretty, elegant.

I saw �vi Golarics once, dancing with
her husband. They flew like a dream.

They were beautiful.

I hear you drill.

As a matter of fact...

I see you have it on you.

Uh-huh.

Come to my flat then.

L�szl� �jr�ti, Gabi Borb�s,
Vilmos Kun, Istv�n Perlaki...

Through there.

Translated by Mikl�s Gonda.
Dubbing mixer: L�szl� Morassy.

Assistant director: Lajos Kiss.
Editor: Jutka Kov�cs.

Production manager: Rich�rd Nagy.

Two holes there please.

There?

Yes. There, two.

I don't really care.
Non-issue.

Written by...

Music by...

- Hey.
- Hey.

Later.

See you.

Director of photography:
Walter Casanado.

Was your husband really
a truck driver?

What? Taxi driver. Still my husband.

Found a bottle of beer.

Will you open it?

I won't stand for people getting shot
instead of me.

Quick!

Alarm!

The prisoners have escaped!

Run away!

The man in the mask is here!

- Master.
- Let it go.

I don't need it.

Nor do I.

- You don't say.
- I don't.

Well, what do you need?

What about you?

Me? Nothing.

You won't get hurt
if you come one by one.

Don't you want to finish it?

Since I've started it...

Open fire if they come.

I can help if you want.

There's only one way to get out.

If we succeed, I want you
to do something.

- Listen...
- They can only come this way.

Everybody take cover!

Attention! They can come
any minute.

Attention!

Closer, damn you!

Come closer!

Fire!

Good evening, Captain.

I've killed the man in the mask!

No, Captain. He'll kill you.

She met Bodn�r, the TV
repairman from the block,

and Bodn�r built a house,

Nelli moved there with her son...

Nelli rented out the flat...

Right?

I can't understand how
they solved this problem,

while Bodn�r had a family.

Nelli lived out there, and the girls
would go to the apartment.

On the fence. What does that mean?
Are you or aren't you an entrepreneur?

- Why, are you?
- Come on.

On the fence...

Five cases of gladioli.

Right. There, for Lajos.

- So you're an entrepreneur.
- I ask questions here.

Alright, so I'm an entrepreneur. So?

Hell no, you're a rookie
who shit his pants.

An entrepreneur doesn't shit his pants.
Be glad they don't tell you what to do.

I'm glad and all, but I haven't had
an order for two days.

And even an entrepreneur
has to make money...

Making money, that's easy.
There's the case, grab it.

You'll get used to it.
But this isn't an enterprise.

Is that right? Mother on a horse?

- Gyula! Phona call!
- Thanks, angel.

- 240.
- 290.

- Alright, 250.
- 280 the least.

- 260?
- Right, 260.

Green, alright?

- M�rka vermouth.
- Mecseki.

- Cherry brandy.
- Rumpunch.

Rumpunch.

Look. Is that for real?

Do you see that or is it just me?

- Weasel.
- Otter.

Badger, badger.

Chinchilla. Chinchilla.

Alright, I'm out.

Ciao.

Chinchilla!

Ciao, ciao, chinchilla.

The count came down from the estate
to hunt in '42, I hid in the salon behind

the drapes to eavesdrop on him.

So the baron says to him:
Do you love Terike?

He says why don't you marry her then?

... easier to get a divorce,
I'll be your best man.

My wife is dead,
she used to be a countess...

Now, I stayed there
until August '44.

Fuck you.

So the Russians broke in
near Eperjes,

so I tell him, come home, you'll pay
with your life. He didn't come home.

he got shot for being pro-British.

The mansion was looted, he was
put in the crypt with his father.

Don't you have jobs, boys?

We're having breakfast.

Give me back the power.

After breakfast.

- I can't work.
- You can have breakfast.

I have three places to go to.

- So do we.
- Eat quicker!

Private sector's unhappy,
I won't make it snappy.

Look, mate, I'm a worker too, just not
paid shit by the hour like you.

How about a nice cup of coffee?

- And don't rush the IKV.
- Your mother!

Who?

- Her.
- Whose?

- Mine.
- Yours!

Yours.

Yes, yours, stand up, 'Stash!

... the shopkeeper filed
for bankruptcy, for the best.

I came to Budapest, rented a three-room
apartment, it said Ter�zia Ferenczi,

secret phone, a bachelor flat
for him upstairs.

I was his lover for 14 years.

Because you drove
like an animal again.

Shut your face, you idiot,
how is that pebble my fault?

Because you always
drive like an animal....

You'll see when I kick your big ass.

And your mother can get one, too.

Don't stare like that.
The liver was undercooked.

PAINLESS
EAR PIERCING

...and she keeps grinning
at me with that silver tooth.

Feast your eyes on this,

It's great!

Wow!

Dad's shop.

Whatever I would do,
he didn't want a divorce.

He kept saying in court
that he loved me alone.

And you did try everything.

He's very nice, though.
Used to buy me chocolate.

You see?

But being too drunk does get old.

He was such a jealousy freak.

Comedy was on if I was so much
as 10 minutes late from work.

Knife at my throat,
that happened, too.

He was dangerous. Permanent comedy.

Good afternoon.

Hi.

But what are you calling comedy?

Broke the window with
a frozen leg of chicken once.

- Did you tell this in court?
- I spiced it up.

I told them a few funnier ones.

I've been expecting bigger...

Hi.

Come in.

- This might not be a good time.
- An old friend.

I don't want to take off my coat.

What do you want then?

Listen, �va, we have to talk.
But not today if you don't want to.

Don't get me angry,
get in the kitchen.

There. Now what is it you want?

I just wanted to say...

I know everything.
Let's go downstairs.

I can't say anything here.

- Alright, but what for?
- Nothing!

What for...

How do I...

I'm not used to this.
This isn't my style.

Somehow in no way, and you're just
sitting like nothing happened...

What's your problem?

A little tipsy.

Come on in.

Well?

Not very.

Nothing.

I want to leave.

I'm sorry you have to leave so soon.

�va... don't do this.

Let's go downstairs.

We have to talk, understand?

- We have to talk...
- Don't do this to my arm!

I don't know what you want.

Alright.

Call me if it's like that.

You'll never see me again.

I will survive.

Fuck, you can say that again.

Oh if I were a rosebud

I don't know anything,
but I did ask my hairdresser.

She says this was the actual passphrase.
How many lumps of sugar in your coffee.

And...

five...or seven meant
the number of the photo he asked for.

Income: 4th floor 64. 15 holes 210 ft.
Expenditure: 34.20 3 beers

167.10 groceries, 30 cobbler, 6.50 ice
cream, 20 tissue, 100 transport fine...

9.2, 9.4, 9.3, 9.8, 9.5.

Average is 9.52.

- I drew a bunny!
- Draw some cabbage for it now.

Is this a nice cabbage?

Tibor Boros.

Hands...feet.

How much did Vitray give her?

I'm drawing eyelashes now...

Sleepy, eh?

Probably 9. His hands would rot
off if he gave more.

Are you listening?

The band was called to tour far away,
they nearly died of happiness...

So I can see the ocean from above.

Sing, Caf� Boss.

Uncle Gyula is here!

Hi!

Something to eat, Gyula?

G�za?

Didn't call.

- Thought so.
- Anything wrong?

Not with him, don't get all nervous.

- You're nervous.
- Yes, I am.

- Been drinking?
- Oh, come on!

I need 20,000 for two weeks.

Look at me.

Gyula's eyes. You see? Gyula's eyes.

20,000. Two weeks. Nothing more.

- Hi you guys!
- Hi.

Supper ready?

I would have needed one and a half
months, and now it's over.

- Over?
- Over if you don't help.

How much do you need?

Someone tipped off my creditors
and now they all want it at once.

But I know who he is.

Just tell me how much.

20,000 more. For two weeks.

20,000?

Don't tell me you don't have
that much at home.

Now... I... don't, actually.

Don't lie, G�za, you do.

- There.
- But we're not giving it to you.

- You're not?
- No.

I'd rather move out, throw the kids out
the window, but I'm not starting over.

Just asking.

I can go ahead and croak. Bye.

The bastard didn't give me any.

One and a half months, alright, don't
talk to me like that, leave me alone!

He's gotten better.

So a mate doesn't matter now.

Wall driller!

You bastard! You got
the nerve to come here?

Stop! Gyula! Don't!

No!

- Where are you?
- Where am I?

You bastard!

Let me go, you bastard!

Let me go!

Get out of here!

Gyula! Don't!

I told you to get!

Don't!

Don't be afraid.

Uncle Gyula isn't angry,
he's just kidding.

- There!
- Gyula!

Get away!

Heeelp!

Let him go, Gyula!

Heeelp!

Stop, you bastard!

Gyulaaa!

Happily singing on a cloud...

- Wait!
- I can go by myself!

Get in!

We'll settle this, just wait, you rat!

Arrest this hoodlum.

Gyula, your sweatshirt!

- You'll rot in jail.
- I'll buy you by the kilo, you rat!

Go mess with your mother. Fuck you!

Settle? You can't settle squat!

Get some rest, Gyula!

Come on! Come on!

I don't think the girls organized this,
it was someone in the background.

Good morning!

Take care if you drink you fight.

Primarily, healthy sport,
in the first place.

It brings a community. They are more
than average compared to loiterers

about in the street without any reason,
it's a little, but it's something.

It takes their minds off of mischief.
For one, for example.

And for second, it's a goal to give
them a determined forward track in life,

They learn quid pro quo.

And whatever makes them smarter,
the older says smart things to the younger.

Something like that. At least to me
it's kind of a joy.

I clean the utensils,
second to none,

standing near the washbasin,
waiting for my sweetheart.

But love is grave danger...

- What?
- Nothing.

What do you mean, nothing?

I mean nothing.

Don't talk to me like this.

I'm not talking like this, I'm just
talking. Can't I talk?

Of course you can.

But I don't want to.

All right!

- So, what's up with the kids?
- I don't know.

You don't? Then who does?

I don't know and I don't care.

I've had enough! Understand?

Anyway, just leave me alone, G�za.

You're never home.

You don't give a shit about
the kids, pardon my French.

And I stand all day like an idiot
next to your damn phone for fuck all.

Why, we're making progress.

- We're making jack squat.
- No, we're not.

- Stop running around.
- I'm not.

You are, sit down!

- I won't.
- I'm telling you. I can explain.

You can't explain anything, G�za.
You don't need to, I know without you.

I know there's damned fatigue,
and nervousness, that's what there is.

Listen. I can prove it to you...

- You can't prove anything to me!
- Yes, I can, just...

- No, you can't...
- Goddammit, will you sit down?!

No, I won't.

And you didn't call Aunt Ilonka.

And anyway, go to hell, G�za.

Listen, you.

- I'm leaving.
- Go.

I'm gone.

Slam the door.

...You'll come crawling back to me,

and I won't look at you again.

May God Almighty in heaven
anoint your throat, you rapscallion!

Stop this bawling, you,
curse of the Almighty.

Miska, dear, you're back!
What will you give me?

- A smack in the face.
- Miska dear!

Three steps, hey!
Why would I, s'il vous pla�t?

- Simple and refined.
- There's a way to do it.

Two more steps, Baby.
Garderobe and gardedame.

I'm sleeping here tonight.

Alright. I was asleep.
Lie down.

... dancing every night.

And a few kisses to go, noisy ones.

They're welding on our side as well.

...so sweet, so right...

Can you sleep through it?

How long will they do it?

All night.

Them too?

They're the same ones.

Really?

- It's this simple.
- Better than a menu.

More volatile than perfume,
gardedame and garderobe.

- Turn to the right now.
- This will be the n'est-ce pas.

Whoops, honey, alright!
Dancing every night.

And a few kisses to go...

- Regularly, at 2 am.
- We don't hear it.

- We do, through the closed windows.
- I don't, he puts cotton in his ears.

You're kidding.

I'm telling you. He sits up,
says what's this smacking sound?

- From you?
- No, it couldn't come from us.

Probably from the fifth floor,
it's like them.

We dream of smacking lips...

Girls, I'm drunk.

No biggie.

I read it's childcare neurosis. But try
explaining that to Tam�s.

What's with that handsome boy?

Butcher Boy?
Guszti's a sweetheart.

Always saves some liver
for me. And tenderloin.

He said he adores me.
Wants to marry me.

- Get a divorce. Never mind others.
- Give me that.

He'll raise those kids.

Naturally Tam�s
doesn't notice a thing.

He grumbles
and expects to be served.

Men are sweet.

The rich ones are.

Guszti is understanding.
And pretty, too.

I've seen him all dressed
up in tux & tie.

Carrying an attach� case with
combination locks.

He looks great at the beach.
Only his bloody apron disgusts me a bit.

- Husbands are necessities.
- Speak for yourself.

Present company
excepted, of course.

We should go
to Palatinus spa tomorrow.

That woman certainly
drove the men wild.

That's why poor Mrs Kozma
killed herself.

His husband was much younger,
she wanted to support him.

Eventually he asked for her jewels.
And he left.

She looked down from the window and saw
that a young woman was waiting for him.

Then I heard the ambulance coming.

They... carried a figure wrapped in
a blanket, who was sitting in a chair.

I didn't recognize her.

She fell forward, that's when I noted
she was completely naked.

Then they sat her back down, and I
recognized her as Mrs Kozma.

I couldn't imagine
what her problem was.

They told me later she
was already dead then.

How about a jog, son?

We're fucking running!

And if the government were to send
contrary orders, violence would be

required to counter it, ending
in a napoleonic coup d'�tat,

so we must therefore offer
to join the Monarchy.

Me, join Austria?

Mommy, we want to watch TV.
Mommy, can we watch TV?

It's late, go and sleep.

That's not my opinion. It's the opinion
of some of my officers.

I never said General
would stoop so low.

Stoop?

And what if I stooped?

The government would have no choice
but to apprehend you.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

I'm leaving.

What do you mean, leaving?

I mean I'm leaving.

I love a woman. I have fallen for her.
So I'm leaving.

No you're not!

You can't just go!

- Where do I go with the kids?
- Let me go! Damn you!

Where do I go, you idiot?

Told you I'd leave.

So...

I'm leaving.

Why didn't you come here from Szeged?

Why did he go to battle with an
unorganized army before I arrived,

even if late,
and who urged him to do so?

So that I wouldn't win. Lest G�rgey's
army seize victory.

And maybe seize
something else as well.

If only I could see my prophecy
fulfilled, as well as my truth.

The Governor and the government have
deemed three men better suited

to be commander-in-chief than me.

All three are there now. They may show
together what they are capable of.

Order the army to leave at once!

Moving away?

Moving in with you.

A traitor?

And? How long will you stay?

I don't know.

Everyone's been skirting around that
word ever since I arrived.

Let's face it.

Do you, Governor,
consider me a traitor?

I speak so you don't become one.

Can I?

I was 16. I had just started to feel
I was a woman.

And my mother, who cleaned,
took me along to help one day.

It was a huge villa on the Buda side.

My mother, toiling with her
varicose veins, on her knees.

I brought her a bucket of water
from time to time.

I wore blue jeans, and my
hair reached my waist.

Then the engineer stepped inside.
The owner of the house.

And my mother introduced me
as "my daughter".

Then the guy kissed my hand.

I knew in that instant that I wouldn't
have to do what my mother did any more.

And poverty drives one to revenge.

Excellent answer.

2,560. If you know this,
you're in luck.

You look like, see, and I'm not saying,
there's this young widow, that girl,

at Derrick's, see, dress cut out way
down her back, and in the front...

in the front, huge tits, like that,
see, boom-boom-boom-boom.

Guy climbs out the pool,
all muscled up, see,

water coming out his zipper, shakes,
see, ugly big Honda left in the water,

never mind that, in the
leather jacket, see?

- Pushes himself, all like, boom!
- Come on, take that off.

- You look better without it.
- So he gets out the pool and away.

At Derrick's, I went to see the widow.
Turns out, she's squeaky clean.

That's what's suspicious.

We're turning over a new page, mate.

Done that already.

I'm next then.

You're the entrepreneur.

Well... there are options.

Yes.

For how long?

Don't start again.

I'm looking at you, not the police.
Be happy you're on track.

I am, but how long
will they allow it?

They will... until they don't.

And if they don't...

we'll think of something else.

You see?

Nobody came to say good-bye then,

a lonely pigeon flew up beside me,

the only companion on
my wonderful journey.

If a pigeon comes fluttering
to your window,

caress it, kiss it, as if it were me.

It's late, it seems I'm drunk
from water or something.

So I'm just going to say this,
or show it in fact:

Baroness, countess, archduchess,
queen, these aren't your titles,

they're obsolete ranks from the world
of operettas, what words are missing?

- Countess is Countess Maritza...
- Yes.

- Baroness is Baroness Lili...
- That's right.

Is that you, Ferike?

There's nothing wrong, don't cry.

Mommy's coming, don't cry now.

I'll tell you a story, alright?

I'll tell you about the wolf
and the piggy, all right?

The story goes...

Piggy was sitting at home alone,
cooking pease porridge.

And the wolf knocks
on the door, you see?

The big, bad wolf with
his ten, terrifying claws.

You see?

Then she said: "Boil, Wolfy, boil!"

No, now's not the time.

That comes later.

Piggy said: "You may
stick your front legs inside."

In the meantime,
I'll cook the pease porridge.

Then the wolf stuck
his front legs inside.

And Piggy had the sense to put
on a pot of water to boil.

Then the wolf asked her to let him
stick his other two legs inside.

And Piggy let him. Imagine that!

- Hi!
- Hi!

Go on inside.

- Hey!
- Hi.

- Where are the glasses?
- There, in the cupboard.

- Where?
- Right there.

Thanks.

Get the TV

Girls! Girls!

Gimme that!

I need to find it first.

Alright.

Get a glass, and I'll give you some.

Just wait for me.

I love it so much!

Picture's gone.

Tomi Szuper!

Come on, you. I'll help.

You're tearing me apart!

Skin, skin, skinflint.

Pull it out. That's it. The other one.

- Ready, guys.
- Let's watch it then.

Ready.

Gimme a cigarette.

Aren't you drinking?

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Come on, Piggy.
- Not yet.

That's it. Come on.

I'm leaving. Bye.

Champagne.

Good, good, good.

You're making good money.

So many holes in a single flat.
Not bad.

Find it expensive?

No, of course not.
It's just a little too much.

I told you the price over the phone.
Why did you call me then?

Discounts are given at this quantity.

- By whom?
- 50% the least.

You said 20. I wouldn't do it for 10.

10 is the administrative price.

- There's no such thing.
- Yes, there is.

No. Private sector
prices aren't regulated.

Right. 15.

Alright.

- Plus call-out fee.
- What do you mean?

Call's a call.

This is robbery!

This... isn't robbery, it's... a call.

Idiot.

Wait a minute, caretaker, sir.

Hi, G�za, I hear business is booming.

- Now listen...
- How's the family?

- You know everything here, don't you?
- Let's go with first names.

- You know everything here.
- Truth be told...

- About the photo album.
- So, no first names?

- Do you have it?
- What album?

- An album of naked women.
- Oh, and their heads are cropped!

You see?

- I don't know anything else.
- Don't lie.

- I know you're in on the gig.
- So you want in, too?

- You better be careful.
- I'm careful. It's why I'm here, eh?

Bald-Dog-Rock

- Happy I'm staying?
- You can stay, I don't mind.

I'm just not reaching you.

What do you want?
I told you you could stay.

I had it planned, everything
was going to be different.

We're living together now, see?
And this...

I live alone.

Why are you saying that?

Our life is about to change
and everything will be different.

Different is right.
I, for one, am moving out.

And you don't have enough
to follow me.

Yes I do.

- From drilling?
- Yes.

Why? What would I need it for?

To settle your tab.

- With you?
- Me for one.

- I got money to spend on you.
- Then give it to me.

You're a whore.

Which is why you need to pay.

- I don't have it on me.
- You'll give it to me later.

- What if I won't?
- You're stupid enough to give it to me.

Possibly.

Alright. But I know of
a certain photo album.

And?

And, nothing. Is there
or isn't there an album?

Album? There is one.

- Where is it?
- Does it matter?

Do you have it?

Of course I do.

- Show me.
- I won't.

- Gimme!
- I won't!

- Yes, you will!
- Leave me alone, I won't!

- I told you you will!
- No, let me go!

- Let me go!
- Give it to me!

- Leave me, do you hear?
- Give it to me!

I'll kill you!

Let me go already! Idiot!

Nothing what they say is true,
there weren't any photos,

the truck driver isn't true,

these are made up.
They weren't even caught.

They still do it, just not
at You & I,

the sugar lump story is also false,
these are silly, none of this happened.

These girls
didn't start it themselves.

The older girl tending the bar at
You & I, I don't know how she got here,

but she did learn
the trade somewhere,

because she knew it all,
how it's done.

She knew if the girls come down in
the morning, drink coffee, talk a lot,

cry to each other that there's no money,
she was friendly, said she could help,

show them how it's done.

If one agrees, the others tag along,
I don't know. It's not hard to guess.

Yes, there are great options now.

Orders are coming in from
governmental organizations.

Everyone's dream
in the private sector.

Point is, we're through
the difficult part.

Which is standing up
on your own two feet.

And that's done.

We survived.

Then, if things succeed,
we might even...

move away.

We pay homage to all authors whose
works have been used in our film.

Directed by:
Gy�rgy Szomjas