All language subtitles for The.Informant.2022.S01E02.DUBBED.WEBRip.x264-ION10

STATE PRIZE FOR CULTURE

Where did you get this wine?

Judit! Juditka!

Let her. Music is music.

Why don’t you play together?
You don't want to?

Katka...

Any news about your wife?

Not much. She’s in Paris mostly.

- You're lucky.
- Why?

Dini’s wife defected too.
He works on a construction site.

And you get to write.

Well, I wish I could write something
other than children’s books.

Just be patient.
Jancsó directed his first film at 40.

- 37.
- Well...

Now he’s off to Italy
to do a teleplay.

'Cos we’ve run out of naked women
and horses here!

I’m 54.
And I’m not in the Party anymore.

Imre...

You go hunting
with the Central Committee bigwigs.

- Sometimes.
- If you were to put a word in...

...supporting me,
they’d listen to you.

Maybe.

You upset the Party, Jóska.

- That was years ago.
- Well, you still upset them.

You should write a piece
for the national paper

so everyone will know
you’re not the enemy.

Maybe then they’ll listen.

But swear you won’t do
anything like that again.

Jutka, turn that music down!

Hi, honey.

We might get that new apartment soon.

About time. Before your daughter
and I kill each other.

- What happened?
- Her homeroom teacher wrote.

Again? Why?

Kissing on school grounds.

What the...

Who turned the heating up again?

Judit! Open up!

Jutka? You hear me?

Now!

Open the door!

I won’t tell you again!

Kissing?
What were you thinking?

It's inherited
or how you raised me.

- I’ll give you such a slap!
- Imre!

You’ve got something in your teeth!

How many times must I tell you?
20 degrees and no more.

And why isn’t dinner ready?

Hello?

What?!

What?!

I'll be right there!

Good evening, Comrade Kiss!

Open it!

- Let’s see some action!
- Yes, sir!

You stupid little prick!
I'll kill you!

- Please... I...
- You ruined everything!

- But I’m in.
- Don't talk back!

Száva doesn’t trust anyone,
but now he thinks I’m on his side.

Just say you can’t prove which window
the flyers were thrown from.

Let us go.

Give me a week and I’ll be able
to tell you everything.

But first let my brother
have his medicine.

You listen carefully,
you little piece of shit.

He gets one bottle.
And you get as long as that lasts.

But first you gotta prove
Száva really trusts you.

How?

This is a Supraphon tape recorder.

It’s my own personal property.

Look after it real good.

You’re gonna make me a recording

of you and Száva
having a friendly chat.

One more stunt like this,
you’re dead.

Look me in the eye!

Dead. Remember that.

Geri Demeter.

Kata Szabó. Thanks for warning us.

- Did they hurt you?
- No.

Zsolt.

- This is my dad...
- Fuckin' A...

Katka...

This is Zsolt,
the friend I told you about.

- Pleased to meet you.
- József Szabó.

I’m sorry that it’s under
such circumstances.

Likewise.

- Can we go?
- Let’s talk soon.

Classic father-in-law, huh?

With a State Culture Prize.

You used to live in Veszprém,
didn’t you?

I think we were classmates
in elementary school.

Maybe.

Forbidden literature?
The mind boggles.

You got expelled from the Party
for the same thing.

It was not the same!
Times were different.

Kids today have no idea...

- That boy talk you into it?
- No.

Then why?

I’d like you to get to know him.

Putting me in
an impossible situation.

- You can't even do that for me?
- That’s not the point.

- Where are you going?
- Home.

I’ll whip you up a casserole
before I go.

Thank you for getting us all out.

You could have left
the others to stew.

It wasn’t some high-school prank

that I could ask
the principal to overlook.

I didn’t get anyone out.

Then who did?

Are you crazy, Demeter?

Already in the tombs?
What's your plan for senior year?

I’m glad you find it funny.

- They beat you up?
- No.

- Then what’s that lump?
- Nothing.

It suits you. Gives you sex appeal.

Just a bit.

Gimme a break, can you?

Comrade Kiss! At long last.

- Sit down.
- Thank you.

Your job was to insinuate
your man discreetly.

And instead we’ve got Hungarian
fucking freedom raining down on us!

It gets worse.

One of those arrested

was the daughter of your old friend,
Jóska, the writer.

You helped him
slip back into the Party

and now rather than writing
kiddies’ books,

he’s up playing chess
with First Secretary Kádár!

If Comrade Kádár calls
to ask for an explanation,

what do I tell him?

Do I hand the phone to you?

Lucky the First Secretary doesn’t
have any kids for us to arrest.

Thank you, comrades.

Béla!

- Did you go hunting on Sunday?
- You bet!

Got a light?

- Well done!
- Thanks.

It was awesome.

If it'd been me,

I’d keep Enikő up all night
with tales of life in the slammer.

It was only a police cell.

That’s your problem,
you're hung up on irrelevant details.

- Ciggie?
- I don’t smoke.

Are you Dömötör?

- Demeter.
- Whatever.

You fucking listen to me.

I’m Gábor Antal.
Young Communist League president.

You’ve caused us some serious
embarrassment with that bullshit.

- It was Száva’s idea, not mine.
- I don’t give a shit!

They say you ran in to warn them.

And then the flyers went flying.

What can I do for you, Antal?

You can pack your shit up.
You’re being transferred.

Transferred?

Száva and his gang give me enough
grief without you joining in.

You’ll submit
an official application to me.

Tomorrow night,
you’ll be sleeping in another dorm.

But I’d just begun
to get attached to this kid.

Is that a fact?

Yeah. It's a fact.

I’d keep my nose out of it.

I’m turning a blind eye
to your activities enough.

Or do you want "Bilbo"
to feature in my report?

It's "Rambo," you cretin.

Guys, sorry,
what does "Rambo" mean?

You see?

He’s already cuddling up
to the Young Commies.

Sorry, Geri. I can’t help you.

If your application isn’t in today,
we’ll have you kicked out

and you can sleep on the sidewalk.

Use the typewriter
in the fifth floor study room.

Now beat it.

Where to so fast, Antal?

- We haven’t even talked.
- You keep out of this.

This is my dorm.
You don’t call the shots here.

Demeter, what'd he say to you?

He wants me to ask
for a transfer 'cos I helped you.

- Do you wanna leave?
- No.

Hands up.
Who wants Geri to leave the dorm?

Who wants him to stay?

So much about who calls the shots.
Demeter stays.

And you can get the fuck out.

You’ll regret this.

Thanks.

Now we're even.

I don’t just want us to be even.

I want us to be a team.

I've already got a team.

You haven’t a clue
what the Commies did to me.

What did the Commies do to you?

I play chess. I qualified for
the European Finals in Sweden.

But they refused me a passport.
They wouldn’t let me go.

I want to strike back.
I want to join you.

I’ve never been abroad
and it’s all because of them.

I told you.

We're even. Bye-bye.

- That a birthmark on his dome?
- No, he just got whacked by the cops.

Seeing as you’re staying...

Remember when I said that
if it’d been me,

- I’d tell Enikő all about it...
- Have you seen my smokes?

Someone’s swiped them? Here?

What's next?

So, I’d tell Enikő
that I was in on it, too.

Well, I kinda already told her.

- So don’t give me away, okay?
- Okay.

Friday, 8 pm.
Rezeda Street. The Bandito Bar.

Száva’ll be waiting.

Wipe that grin off your mug.

- I mean it, don’t rat on me.
- I won’t!

FREEDOM AND DEMOCRACY FOR HUNGARY!

According to this,

your parents, I, myself, and every
citizen of Hungary has failed.

Cowards who surrendered
the nation's freedom.

Fine. We’re all shits.

That is your opinion.

But nobody cares.
You’re not here to have opinions,

only expert opinions.

"You’re all shits"
is not an expert opinion.

Let’s see if anyone does have one.

Hands up.

Let’s say that a tree is rotting.

It dies and falls.

No more socialism.

Hurray.

What do we want?

What will replace it?

Who is the expert here who can

give me a viable alternative?

Máté? Free trade, correct?

Fine. And what is the first condition
of free trade?

Competition.

If socialism falls,
there’ll be competition.

What will be missing? Goods.

Who’ll buy all the crap
we now offload on the Soviets?

We could encourage multinationals
to move production to Hungary.

Brilliant, but how do we know
that they won’t

kill off the local competition
and then make a quick getaway?

Forcing us to import from them
what we could produce ourselves.

Read up on the last 20 years
of East Asian history

and show me a single instance
proving the contrary.

There are none.

Well then, so far

you have zero alternatives.

- Barnabás. Go ahead.
- Sir...

Antal!

We don’t need foreign capital.

We should reinstate
the small farms system.

What a peasant!

The land owned by the collective
farms should be shared out

and domestic agriculture
should be given a boost.

Sure. And while we’re at it,
let’s hand out free tractors too.

Because no miserable little farmer
will be able to afford one.

That idea did have its moment.

But that moment is gone.

It was called the 19th century,
by the way.

Forget economics.
Let’s take a moral perspective.

What does that mean, Zsolt?

I’m not wearing a miniskirt.

It starts with telling
the Russkies to get out.

- "Russkies out"?
- Yup.

"Fuck off home."
We’ll figure the rest out later.

When I was your age, I’d have been
imprisoned saying that.

Nowadays the Young Commies
report on me.

It’s S-Z-Á-V-A, kiddies.

- Shut it!
- Antal!

Yes, sir?

What did the poet, Ady call Hungary?

"Ferryland"

And what does that mean, Károly?

We’re stuck between
the East and the West.

Okay, here is what it really means.

We are stranded on the open sea.

We cannot reach East
nor West on our own.

We’ll need a ferry to reach a shore.
If Russkies go home,

we’ll need someone else to depend on.

Those are the rules.

And who could replace Russia?
United States?

West Germany? Why would they
invite us to their party?

What could we offer them?

You’re right in saying that
"You’re all shits"

is not an expert opinion.

But neither is

"Let’s not develop, because
we could become bigger shits."

I understand your reasoning.
But you’ve forgotten one factor.

The system has an inbuilt defense

against being supplanted.

It moved out of the bureaus long ago.

Now it’s there in the reflexes
of 10 million people.

We’ll see who blinks first.

Then in the name of an entire
generation, I wish you good luck.

But please be careful.

It’s sometimes impossible to tell
your enemies from your friends.

Do you know which table Zsolt Száva
usually sits at?

A beer, please.

What he wants is not enough

And promises are not enough

Those promises scrawled on the walls

But the walls have got to fall

We only find our common ground

When we’re still perfect strangers

But now the times we’re living in

Will not pass overnight

But now the times we’re living in

Will not pass overnight

- Empty your pockets.
- What?

Empty them.

- What are you looking for?
- A tape recorder.

And what’s in your pockets?

You talking to me?

Say that again, shitface.

Cut it out.

Go get four beers. And four brandies.

Sit down.

And now?

Now? A test.

What kind of test?

Seven seconds!

Way to go!

Pay up, motherfucker!

You poor little bastard
How do you do?

I never wanted anything but you

I’ll stand in your way
I’m gonna get you

It’s strange but true
I don’t love you

Christ, I’d screw her.

I’d teach her to fucking sing.

Károly Kovács. Doesn’t look it,
but he’s a math genius.

Yeah, we’ve met.

- You already know Barna, too.
- My chest still hurts.

Sorry.

I should have smacked your roommate.

Why do you hate Máté so much?

His dad’s boss
at Hungarian Shipping.

They bring in contraband
by the boatload. Easy money.

The little slacker didn’t even
have to do basic army training.

- He’s a CCC.
- A CCC?

A crafty cocksucking comrade.

You don’t like him either?

There are more pressing issues
than spoiled brats.

Like what?

There are people in every city
who want a change.

But we’re scattered
all over the country.

You want to hold a jamboree?

Double or quits? I’ll show you.

Hit it!

Go!

Here's Panka.

You missed the shots.

Don’t worry, Kata, next round?

Not for me, thanks.

Do you know that girl singing?

Nope.

- I'm sure I've seen her before.
- Can we talk?

- What's wrong?
- We've got to talk.

Got a problem?

I think so.

What’s so important?

So?

I thought it was my dad who got us
out of jail. But it wasn’t.

Something’s off here.

We’ve got to postpone the gathering.

- What?
- We’ve got to put it off.

That’s not up to you.

What happened to voting?

- It’s my decision alone.
- Think about it, Zsolt.

What are you afraid of?

Nothing. I’m just being rational.

Go right ahead.

But you’ll still never be
a decision-maker.

And what qualifies you to be one?

Anyone who’s ever questioned me
is no longer in the group.

That’s what.

So if I were you,
I wouldn’t push my luck.

Seriously?

Have fun.

Thank you very much.

Now fuck off home.

A glass of water, please.

And six brandies.

Five is enough.

Make it four.

What are we?
The teetotalers club?

Something like that.

It takes real courage
to do what you do.

I don't feel like I'm doing anything.

Not enough, anyway.

I know.

I mean, that’s the story of my life.

- In a different way.
- 70 forints.

I bought some shampoo from your
roommate. He said you play chess.

- Yeah.
- That you’re a champion.

Sort of.

What is your advice against
a more aggressive player?

You make him feel stupid
for being aggressive.

Then he’ll try to prove
how smart he is.

But he’s not smart.

You are.

Let’s have that shot after all.

Two more brandies, please.

- Wanna give me a hand?
- Who's paying?

Okay, here you are.

Do you play chess?

No. Crosswords, sometimes.

Checkers? Torpedo? Blackjack?

Gee! I know where I know her from!

- Friend of yours?
- Our parents know each other.

I hated her even when we were kids.

In the vale beneath the mountains

Where the snow fell long ago

There my angel’s horse it stumbled

There my angel it did throw

Your tender arms are broken now

How can you embrace me now?

Oh my angel, my sweet angel

I must go and break my vow

Your tender arms are broken now

How can you embrace me now?

Oh my angel, my sweet angel

I must go and break my vow

Your tender arms are broken now

How can you embrace me now?

There are people in every city
who want change.

But we’re scattered
all over the country.

You want to hold a jamboree?

The little slacker didn’t even
have to do basic army training.

Geri. Back already?

What's that?

- It’s not a Supraphon, is it?
- I dunno...

Where did you get it?

I won it.

- Playing chess.
- A Supraphon?

What competition
gives them as prizes?

It was abroad.

Pops brought me
this mag from Austria.

It had loads of pictures of this.

Wow. How much?

- It's not for sale. I use it.
- What for?

Studying.

But the year is hardly started.

I’m brushing up on
the freshman material.

Meet my new roomie: Einstein Junior.

Geri, we’re buddies.

- I can’t. I can’t sell it.
- Come on.

Look...

Just name your price.

Come into my office. Take a seat.

My secretary.

She can keep a secret.

Shoot.

Okay.

Can you get hold of drugs?

Drugs?

You tried glue?

Not that sort of drugs.

My brother’s sick.

A respiratory illness.

His medication’s really scarce here.

It’s called Vicopen.

Could you ask around?
Maybe you know someone in the West...

I’ll ask around.

Can I borrow it for now?

I’ll need the tape.

Come on, let’s find another room.

Don’t want you disturbing
his studies with your orgasms.

We should have had you
on the National Team, Barna!

Too bad you flunked out!

Room service?

What the fuck
are you doing in my bed?

It’s good and firm.

Son of a bitch!

Cut it out!

Fucking jerks!

Cut it out! Guys!

Motherfucker! Fuck!

The fuck you doing? Let him go!

- You stupid asshole!
- Want some more?

- Come on!
- Máté!

Cool it, let's go.

Get the fuck out of here!

Cocksucker.

No bitch slaps me!

- No other chick’d touch you.
- Fuck you!

- What was that?
- Piss off!

I’m gonna go kick his head in!

Máté, cool it!

Be careful what you tell your
friends. It was a bloodbath.

I slaughtered him. Got it?

- Tell that to him.
- Hey, Commie-kid!

Don’t forget your daddy’s Supraphon.

Busted, is it? Who cares?
It’s not like you had to work for it.

You prick.
It’s not mine, it’s Geri’s.

- My ass!
- He won it abroad playing chess.

- Abroad?
- What?

What do you mean he won it abroad?
Where did he win it?

How the fuck should I know?
In the West.

Let’s go, Máté!

- The hell’s wrong with you?
- Come on!

Zsolt!

We got trouble.

Máté Dugonics
has got a tape recorder.

He says Demeter won it in the West.

But Demeter told us
he’d never been abroad.

Somebody’s screwing with us.