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NOBODY'S DAUGHTER

BASED ON ZSIGMOND MÓRICZ'S ÁRVÁCSKA (1940) PSALMS

WRITTEN BY JUDIT ELEK AND LÁSZLÓ RANÓDY DRAMATURGE: RÓZA MAGYAR

DIRECTED BY LÁSZLÓ RANÓDY

PICTURE: SÁNDOR SÁRA

CO-DIRECTOR: GYULA MÉSZÁROS

MUSIC: RUDOLF MAROS

SINGERS: KODÁLY CHOIR OF DEBRECEN LEADING: GYÖRGY GULYÁS

EDITOR: MIHÁLY MOREL SOUND: TIBOR RAJKY

SET DESIGN: MÁTYÁS VARGA COSTUME: ZSUZSA VICZE

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR: JÁNOS GARA

CAST:

Not that way, you...! No... No...!

Boris, get out!

No, Boris! No!

Out, Boris, get out!

No... no...!

No!

Get out, Boris!

Out!

To hell with you, you wretch!

Get out of here!

You won't get dinner.

I'll beg dear mother's pardon. I promise I'll be good...

Let's shake hands on it Come on!

I've got you.

Hey, stop! Want some bread and honey?

Drive her out of there! Drive her out!

- Drive her away! - You mean, the cow?

Drive her away!

No, Boris, no...!

No, no... Get out, Boris! No!

Now I've got you, Little birdie...

I'll break your bones. I'll eat you... eat gobble you up...

I've wanted you for a long time!

Do you know who I am? I'm Uncle Rudi.

- You're Uncle Pista! - I'm Uncle Rudi.

- I've just come back from the front! - You're Uncle Pista!

Don't you like Uncle Rudi? You, nobody's child...

Let me go! Let me!

I want some too.

Ease up.

I want some too.

What's going on there? Cut it already!

Are you mad?

To hell with you little rascals.

- Go to sleep. What are you doing? - The apple's gone.

Leave Csöre alone. Don't kick her.

Her behind hurts now.

It was Pista.

Rudi, my foot...

Pista Kadarcs did it, that pig.

Damn it!

- It's my turn. - Push me higher!

- Leave me alone! - Get off, now you push me!

Get off, it's my turn now.

No! Get off me!

You mustn't go in, I just painted the floor.

- You did? - Sure it was me.

Dear Mother will be happy...

- Goodness, go and wash yourself, piggy. - You mustn't go in!

I'll tell about this to dear Mother.

- I'll report you to her... - I'll report you!

- Our dear Mother won't believe you. - She never believes you!

She does! But you always just lie and run away.

Get out of the way!

I've told you to go and wash.

You can't catch me!

You can't catch me anyway...!

You can't catch me!

Catch me if you can...

- Catch me... - Dear Mother has arrived!

- How can you be so dirty, huh? - What did you bring, Mother?

I brought nothing.

Csöre, what are you doing again?

The little Miss is taking a bath.

Get inside!

Oh! Who did the dishes?

Who was such a good girl of mine?

It was Csöre.

I thought it was you.

But you are all little wretches.

Take that inside.

- Rózsi, stop it! - Let me... it will be yours anyway.

Stop it! Shut up!

You can't go in. I painted the floor.

What did you do, you rascal?

I painted the floor.

You...!

Who allowed you to do that?

You, Budapest chick...!

You want some, huh?

Want some?

This is for you, eat up.

Csöre!

Csöre!

Csöre, what's that on your head?

A hat.

- Give it to me. - No, you'll break it.

Let me try it on! Just for a little while...

I just want to put it on for a moment.

Come on! Just for a little while...

Just for an itsy bitsy while. Can you hear?

Give it back to me! Give it back!

Give me your shirt and you can keep it.

For keeps? - Yes.

- The shirt for keeps too? - Yes.

Here.

My Goodness, Boris...

Eeny meeny miny mo, catch a tiger by the toe.

You are it!

Will you ever stop? - Catch me if you can!

Come on, Boris...

Boris!

Csöre, damn you little wretch!

How dare you, brat?

Do you think, I keep you to take the clothes off the other one?

You...!

What's that on your head?

You, brat!

Stand still.

Come on...

You, wimp.

And how can you be such a dullard?

Get outta here.

To hell with you.

Get outta here!

Csöre!

To hell with you, Csöre!

You think, I'll run after you with this food? Eat now!

- I don't want it. - What did you say?

Take it at once.

What are you guarding?

Where did you get that melon?

Answer me, or I'll split you in two!

In the field.

How did you dare pick it, you rascal?

Is this melon yours?

Have you learnt stealing from me?

Listen to this, Dudás. She's a thief.

A thief...

A thief!

This little devil's a thief.

Lock the door quick, before she can get out!

Come on, here now.

You won't steal again.

Hold her hand.

- What do you want to do to her? - Hold her hand.

I'll teach this pig.

She won't steal again even if it sticks to her hand.

Oh, my dear child...

Poor little child...

You mustn't steal... Didn't you know?

I told about it to dear Father because I'm too weak to teach you...

But now he really taught you a lesson.

Come here.

Come here, dear.

I'll put sour cream bandage on your hand. Come now.

Right...

Come.

All right...

Look, my hand got burnt too.

When I tried to I pull your little fingers away.

Only the tips of your fingers got burnt.

But look at my hand.

It was even smoking, it burnt my flesh so badly.

Oh, well...

You know, child...

stealing is the greatest sin.

Don't ever take anything that isn't yours.

And nothing is yours here.

You see, Rózsika or Zsófia and even Mariska can take what they want.

Because they're at home. You know?

But you mustn't take anything...

Learn one thing:

you must not take anything in this world.

Because you have nothing.

So then... Understand now?

Your skin... that's yours.

But you don't have anything else.

I've got a shirt.

What did you say?

What do you have, you scourge?!

A shirt...

You snake!

Is this devil worth the hassle at all?

She's still thinking about what's she got.

You scum, you! Say it again!

A shirt... a shirt!

You have melons, but I've got a shirt!

Come, hold your mug.

- Enough. - Drink up.

It's your turn now.

Where's your mug?

She doesn't want any.

This finicky brat.

I have no idea what she would be willing to eat.

Now, get going.

I'll be punished if you're late.

Get going, already!

I'm coming with you.

You would like Rózsi's shirt, huh?

I'll tell dear Mother on you.

They'll make you hold hot ambers in your hand again.

It wasn't her! She loves me. She put bandage on my hand.

She only loves us.

You're not even her child, you're only a state orphan.

Illegitimate! State orphan!

Bugger off already!

You have no mother, we only keep you to get money.

A lot of money.

Boris, hurry up, we'll be late for school.

Five times two makes ten...

Six times two makes twelve...

Seven times two makes fourteen.

Eight times two makes sixteen.

Nine times two makes eighteen.

Ten times two makes twenty.

One times three makes three.

Two times three makes six...

Everybody's got clothes but me...

Why is it so?

Tell me, why don't I have clothes?

I'm leaving.

I'm leaving!

You hear me? I'm going away.

Let dear Mother graze you.

Why are you following me?

I'm going away and I'm not coming back.

They won't beat me any more! Go back, now!

I'm going far away; you can't come with me.

Go back, Boris.

All right...

But I'm telling you that I'm not gonna bother with you.

Come with me, or stay behind, but make up your mind.

Alright.

Come on, let's drink.

Come on, Boris.

We'll have some water. Come.

Come, I'll draw some water for you.

Don't cry, dear Boris...

- And who are you? - Boris, don't...

- What's your name? - Csöre.

And what's your real name?

Get out off the way!

Come in.

Come in, child.

Eat.

Come and eat.

What's your mother's name?

Mother.

But what do people call her?

Mrs. Szekeres...?

Mrs. Balázs or may be Mrs. Szabó..., huh?

What does she look like? Is she blond or dark?

Surely you know that...

Do you know where you live?

Far away.

Eh, what a silly little thing you are...

How did you get here?

I got lost.

Where did you get lost?

I went after my Mother with Boris.

Where did your mother go?

She went to the forest to build a house.

She left early in the morning...

She told me to wait for her...

until the house was finished.

All right then.

We'll go to town tomorrow and find your mother.

They have an office for this...

Look at this one.

Too thin...

Look at his feet.

His soles are as hard as iron.

He won't be squeamish, that's for sure.

So...?

All right then.

Come with me. Come!

- Him? - Yes.

Okay. We'll do the paper work in the office.

That's her!

Are you sure?

- Are you quite sure? - That's her.

What's this?

- Don't you dare touch her! - I saw her first.

- Can't you see, she's sick? - And how is it your business?

- What's your name? - Csöre.

Csöre...

Let's blow your nose, dear...

It's alright now.

You're a clever little girl.

How old are you?

- When did she come to the Home? - As soon as she was born.

Six years ago, exactly.

- Anna... - Tell me...

how old is this little girl and how did she come to the Home?

She's an orphan. We call her State Daisy.

Mother unknown. No one's ever claimed her.

She's seven years old.

- I want this little girl. - I'm going with Mother.

I'll tell you who your mother is.

You...!

Everyone wants a state orphan here.

For money everyone's ready to be an orphan's mother, you silly one.

She didn't want to come.

She even bit my hand.

So I tied her up.

They only gave us one pair of shoes?

What did the lady say anything?

She said it was a good choice for she grew up on a farm.

What's happened to her hand?

Not a big deal; she's burnt it somewhere.

Aha...

There, there, my little darling.

How hot he is.

She ran away from the farm.

But they didn't give her back, for she was kept there naked.

The woman only wanted her cow back.

No need for the blanket.

Come, let me have a look at you.

What are you afraid of?

What's your name?

The lady called her Daisy.

State Daisy... but she doesn't listen to it.

What did they call you at your former home?

Answer me when I ask you a question.

Is she this difficult?

Who does she think she is?

Go, sit down.

- Here's some milk, drink it. - I don't want any.

She doesn't drink milk?

To hell with you!

You're not here to pick and choose!

Take her to the stable to the old man. I'm fed up.

If you don't want it, I'll have more.

Get going!

Look, old devil, here's your granddaughter.

Zsabamári said she'd be living with you.

Isn't the house large enough for all of you?

Just make sure that Zsabamári doesn't see the fire.

She won't allow this.

She's already complained that you use too many potatoes.

What are you standing here for? Go to bed.

- Here, eat... - I don't want it.

Who's out there?

Nobody!

Quiet, Bundás. Quiet!

Shut up!

- Where are you going? - Let go of me!

- Where do you want to go? - To my mother.

Come on...

Stupid beast.

She would've suffocated by tomorrow.

Go, you can sleep there.

We'll have to be up early.

Cover up with this.

The nights are chilly.

Aren't you going to sleep, Uncle?

I will. Sleep now.

Come here, hey!

- Zsofka...! - I'm coming.

Here, bring it.

There.

Come here.

Get the lye.

Don't forget about the cotton.

- All right... - He won't!

Down.

Stop fidgeting!

Ouch, it burns! Let go of me!

Ouch! It burns!

- Let go of me! Burns...! - Shut your mouth already!

There're Zsofka's slippers, go after the turkeys.

Shoo! Shoo!

Shoo...!

Will you throw things at the turkeys again?

Will you chase them around?

Do you think I steal the money?

Repeat after me:

"I apologize for behaving badly,

I'll never behave badly again."

I'll never behave badly again...

Now kiss my hand.

Come on!

Kiss it at once!

Get out!

Is this why you went to church this morning?

I used to have a big house in the village;

two stories.

One blue, one white.

The rooms were downstairs...

the workshop upstairs.

They brought the yarn to me from all over the borough.

Bring some more, child.

The amount of linen I wove in my life...

would be enough to cover the church twice over.

Now my hands are shaky,

I can't weave any more.

The grass is green, the sky is blue,

your pretty daughter loves me true.

Deedle-doo, deedle-dee, jump into my cart with me.

Deedle-doo, deedle-dee, jump into my cart with me.

Nice one. Who taught you this?

My mother. She always sings to me in the forest...

You can hear her even now...

You can hear her at night too, because she's building the house.

When the house is finished she'll take me with her.

I told her to hurry because Zsabamári beats me.

She said that she'd beat Zsabamári with her slippers...

And now Zsabamári is scared.

Because my Mother has such huge slippers

and she'll beat Mári so hard that nothing will be left of her.

Aren't you putting flowers on the other one?

No, child. Not on this one.

Why not?

Because it's empty.

- What's empty? - The grave.

- There's no one in it? - No one.

- Will there be anyone in it? - I don't know.

Come, it's getting late, they are driving the herd home soon

and I have to bring hay.

I'll help you, all right? - All right.

Uncle...!

Wait! Wait for me!

- Aren't they lovely? - They are. But hurry!

You are always running. Your hands are dirty.

- Are these wild flowers? - No, they came with the wind.

- What are they called? - Snapdragon.

Does Jesus like flowers, Uncle?

He does, but let's hurry, or we'll be late.

- Per omnia secula seculorum... - Amen.

- Dominus vobiscum. - Et coume spiritu tuo.

What has he got in his hands, Uncle?

Don't talk so loud! Kneel down.

On the heart of our Lord Jesus

I want to rest my soul

and lie on it, like on clear blue lake...

Uncle! Uncle...!

Nothing... It's all right.

Ecce Agnus Dei... Domine non sum dignus...

Domine non sum dignus...

Look, there's Zsabamári!

Aren't we going to look at Jesus?

You said you'd show me Jesus.

We'll do it soon...

Soon.

Let's go then.

Oh, Lord, forgive me my sins,

and look after this child when I'm gone. Amen.

- Is that Jesus? - Yes.

- He's bleeding. - Give him the flowers.

- Doesn't it hurt him? - No.

But come away from there you mustn't touch him.

Does it not hurt him because he is dead?

Yes.

Jesus died for everyone.

For everyone...

For Zsabamári, too?

Yes, for her, too.

You should be at home already, the animals are starving.

Damn that senile fool!

Mr. and Mrs. Filth.

But you don't worry, child.

No matter how hard it is for you, you're still young, you'll be fine.

The young can bear anything.

A lot of things can happen to you, even good things.

- Praise be the Lord. - Praise be the Lord.

- How are you, Mr. Csomor? - I'm fine. How about your grandfather?

- Stop! - What's that again?

Look!

Alas! Go...!

I didn't even know...

- God be with you, Mr. Csomor. - God be with you.

Well, let's stroll on.

What was it about with the gendarmes?

What you want from the gendarmes, you pig? Huh?

- It wasn't me, but Uncle. - What did he tell them?

What did he tell them? Nasty things about me, right?

Tell me, or I'll kill you with my own hands!

And I don't want to see a single fly on the baby!

Did he say, that we burnt his house down?

He lies.

He's always been a liar...

Is that how you look after my baby?

Is that how you look after him, you cur?

Is that how you look after my son, you useless piece of turd?

- To hell with you! - Don't hurt me!

- You, useless piece of turd. - Don't hurt me!

Here, take it to that other pig.

He won't complain to the gendarmes again if he drinks it.

Zsabamári sent this to you

so you won't complain to the gendarmes any more.

Why is your head bleeding?

Zsabamári bashed it with her slipper.

Come here.

It's nothing... it's all right.

Come on now.

Climb up...

Lie down...

There... it'll get better this way...

Sleep now.

It'll get better...

Come here.

Wash the stone floor.

Csöre, go to the stable.

Fetch the mug.

- What mug? - What mug?

The one you took there for the old devil last night.

Go!

Uncle! Uncle! Uncle!

Uncle, Zsabamári said...

Uncle!

Uncle...

Uncle...

Uncle...

Here's your mug.

This stupid thing brings in all kinds of garbage.

- Requies patim pace. - Amen.

Save me Lord

from eternal death.

when the sky opens,

and the earth moves,

and You deliver

the Final Judgement,

let me not be damned...

May he rest in peace...

Csöre!

You'll sleep in the kitchen from now on.

The stable is cold.

What's wrong with her?

Good morning. - Good morning.

You're Mrs. Szennyes. Is that right?

The parish clerk wants to know

if you found any writing with János Csomor in which the deceased disposed of his land.

Go, child, drive the pigs out.

Stop! Wait for me!

Stop!

Wait for me!

Please tell my mother that I'm here at Zsabamári's.

Who should we tell? - My mother.

My Mother's been looking for me for a long time.

Tell her I'm at Zsabamári's on the Szennyes farm.

And also tell her that I can hardly wait to see her.

All right, child, we'll tell her.

Eat, you silly little thing.

Good day, dear.

Csöre, I've brought some lunch for you.

Come and eat.

Come on.

What are you afraid of?

Here.

I've brought a spoon, too. Eat it up.

- You like it? Does it taste nice? - It tastes good.

Look, what else I've brought you.

Huh?

Now tell me, dear...

Tell me,

what the old man told you.

You know, on your way back from the church.

You were talking at the edge of the grove...

You were talking to the gendarmes...

He said bad things about me, didn't he?

Like, I'd stole his land...

I took him in.

We took care of that pig.

We washed his dirty shirts and pants, yet he talked like that.

What else did he say?

That he'd had a house in the village?

And that I set it on fire? Did he say that?

Why don't you open your mouth?

What did you say to the gendarmes? - Nothing.

Don't lie! I saw you run after them. What did you say?

Nothing!

Is this what I deserve from you?

Is this how much you love me?

Just because I've slapped you once or twice?

Huh?

Is that why? Is that?

You...

What...?

Open the door! Open up!

- The stable's on fire! - Open up!

- Oh, my God! - Open the door!

Open it!

Let me out!

Stop screaming, the bolt's inside! Fetch some water!

Ah, get out of the way!

- What were you burning? - The old man's rags...

They were full of lice.

Full of lice... the old man's rags...

Mother, come for me...

Take me away from here.

Mother, I'm scared...

Please, hurry.

Bundás, come here.

The grass is green, the sky is blue,

your pretty daughter loves me true,

Deedle-doo, deedle-dee, jump into my cart with me.

I won't jump into your cart with you,

I don't want your pretty daughter, Sue.

Deedle-doo, deedle-dee, jump into my cart with me.

What have you caught? Show me.

Ugh! The things you pick up!

Come and eat!

Here!

The flea beetle ate it all up...

There's always something amiss...

It always eats up the seedlings...

Or God knows what happens...

Eat, child. Eat it up.

He created the flea beetle...

Had he nothing better to do...

Are you hungry?

Don't cry.

I'll give you some.

She'll kill him! She'll kill him!

She'll kill him...!

- What are you talking about? - She wanted to poison him!

She wanted to give him the milk! She wanted to kill him...!

Damn it! Everybody's killing around here!

She wanted to pour poison into him!

Sure, that's how she's killing. Get out!

She's tried to kill him.

- Calm down for God's sake! - She's tried to kill him.

Everybody's killing everybody in this house!

She's tried to kill him! Poison! Poison!

Mother!

Mother!

Mother!

Lift her up.

Go away...

I've told you to get away. It's not for children's eyes.

- Is she dead? - Go away...

Right.

- She's dead. - Yes.

Mother...

Give me that bowl, Csöre.

Keep mixing it...

We can go and drink some pálinka, the pig is dead.

We haven't drunk any yet, so they couldn't steal the pig.

No one stole the pig because we didn't go inside to drink.

Right.

Csöre, take this inside.

Help yourselves, no one's going to be served.

...Let's drink to it...

- God bless all of you! - Thank you.

We had a lovely Christmas. The snow is all gone too.

We'll get more snow. The dogs haven't stole winter yet.

Merry Christmas...!

...we couldn't get the horse out of the stable.

We'll have stronger winters, just wait.

We had a nice Christmas...

The wine is also good...

Father, may I...

Ask your mother, that whore who your father is!

Shut up.

Your father is the "unknown soldier".

You better greet every soldier you meet, one of them may be your father.

- Cheers! God bless you. - Cheers!

Merry Christmas...!

The sausage is delicious! So good.

Thief! Lock that thieving pig out!

Lock her out!

Let's sing, Miska:

The soldiers are marching down the road,

blowing their trumpets all along...

Mother...

please tell Jesus...

to send me a nice present...

I have no one to send me anything.

No one.

And I didn't want that.

Father...

Our Father...

Unknown soldier...

Thy kingdom come...

Thy will be done...

THE END