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I knew money can't buy happiness.
But who gives a shit?

I wanted to be rich.
What orphan doesn't?

I surprised 'em. It was a snap.

I waited till it was up to 42.20,
then I sold.

Roszner was pissed.

But I can make money and he can't.

We all had the same dream.

Not women, not a career. Cash.

You're somebody then.

Not some loser.

If you don't make it,
you rot in prison or out on the street.

But the road to riches is easy...

You gotta do what you're best at.

Hey! I did this room already!

Look through their emails!

You want the truth, look in the garbage!

Who sits here?

Timea Farago, sales. Future divorcee.

Just got her summons to court.

-Is she loaded?
-Yeah, but unstable. Booze and pills.

In court?

No. Drinks with antidepressants

then hides the smell with mints.

Forget her. But look here.

Catalina Stradivari, marketing. Thirty.

Good salary.

Diet shakes and candy bars.

Gave her heart, but got dumped anyway.

Cries at work. Mascara on tissues.

Tries to drown her pain
in Garden of Love.

-Eve!
-Look!

Torn nylons. So?

She stopped the run with nail polish.

No one's gonna see her without shoes.
Meaning?

Lonely?

And dying to spend money
on Prince Charming.

You gotta choose the right victim.

Excuse me. I'd like to buy
something for my sister.

Have you read these?

I'm shopping for my sister.
She's almost as thin as you.

Is this the right size?

-Is this business English?
-Yes.

You need thee things to lure them in.

Good manners.

I need to get back to the hospital soon.

-You're a doctor?
-Pediatric surgeon.

A good job.

I'm a lawyer.

I'm an architect.

And romance galore.

-A rose for the lady?
-No, thanks.

Not unless I can have them all.

Steak was a token of love for the Incas.

A man wooed his lady with steak.

Soft features, silky skin, dazzling eyes.

A 2002 Hilltop Cabernet Savignon.

Add some fax flattery.

Doctor, I'm so happy to see you!

My boy is playing football again.

You gave him back his legs.

He's known as "Doc Wonder".

Without his counsel,
I'd never have custody of my son.

A star architect! And had time
to make my kids a tree house too.

They think they've hit the jackpot.
And then...

We only met three weeks ago,

but I've waited 30 years
for a girl like you.

Wear my ring forever.

-Will you be my wife?
-Yes!

You gotta give first.

Then no one will think you want to take.

I sold my flat
and wired the money to your account.

To me?

We do need to add
a new floor for the kids, right?

You show them papers.
These make it credible.

Here's the transfer request.
It's all yours now.

But there's a catch...

-Hello?

I'm Giza Fees
from Savings & Investment Bank.

We've remitted 67,500 euros

to your account.

But since Gabor Parkas is the beneficiary,

we can't authorize the transfer.

What did he say?

We open a new account,
or I add you to my account.

What would you like?

-I don't know...
-Look.

I want to be with you forever,
but if you're unsure,

we'd better open a separate account.

Please authorize my fiancé
access to my account.

I didn't feel like a crook.
It was business.

In exchange for money,
I made them feel lovely and desirable.

And illusion is expensive.

Caesar, look at me!
Let's see your nasty mug!

Leave him alone.

You're awake!

You can still make it
to your wedding then.

Shit! Where's my cell phone?

-Up my ass.
-That phone cost a fortune.

What's this? A corset?

A cummerbund. Take it off.
I have to return it.

Did you need this for the wedding?

Daddy gave us 5,500 on the wedding day.

-Hello!
-Hi, sweetie!

It's just awful.
My father had a car accident...

-What?
-I have to see him.

He's in a coma.

Honey, you still there?
I can't hear you.

The line's breaking up.

I love you! Hello?

OK. That gives us two hours.
I collect the cash, you pack.

And don't steal her camera or jewelry.

-I only did it once.
-Three times.

Fine!

-Get my Longines. By the bed.
-What's that?

The worlds most expensive watch, dumb-ass!

-Hey, watch it!
-Let's go!

When a job was done,
we packed and walked.

We never got reported.

They were ashamed
and couldn't prove anything.

We spent 1,000
and made about 10,000.

But since one job took eight weeks,
I made as much as a cheap hooker.

How much?

-800.
-What?

8,800.

You spent 800? Always the caviar!

Bacon would've been enough
for her fat ass!

That scent turns me on.

Think how many people wiped
their ass with the same hands.

A bit more and we've got our house.

I saw one in a quiet village.

-I'm not moving to the country.
-It's not far.

There's water from the well.

-To fill the Jacuzzi?
-Who needs a Jacuzzi?

Just fart in the tub.

Tibi!

The key.

We grew up in an orphanage,
out in the sticks.

It was barely on the map.

We promised two things:

to live in a big city
and to buy a house.

You got a house, you're somebody.

You got insurance and you pay bills,
society sees you as somebody.

Once we got money for a house, we'd stop.

Many people think one has to be ill
to see a psychologist.

But most ask for help
with common problems.

Like what?

Stress, loneliness...

It's 4 a.m.!

Here's our next gig.

I treat businessmen,
mothers, celebrities...

Mostly they just want to talk.

-So what?
-Listen.

Jerk off if you can't sleep!

-Why tape the sessions?
-They can be very useful.

We can document improvement
by reviewing them later.

All he's got in his garbage
are snot rags!

DVD's of lonely dames paying 40 an hour
for him to listen.

Forty?

What if he's got a janitor already?

I leave the office at eight.
Then it's all yours.

-What happened to Karcsi?
-Broke his leg and collarbone.

So much for public safety!
Tell him to get well soon.

Thanks for coming on such short notice.

Lock up after. Here's the key.

-Good night!
-Bye!

-Is the coast clear?
-Yep.

They were gonna charge me 800 for this!
And it's stolen too!

What's this world coming to?

-Can it copy DVD's?
-It'd damn well better.

That's not how it opens! Tibi!

I'll copy and you vacuum.

I wash my hands
30 or 40 times a day.

I feel dirty.
My husband says it's abnormal.

No, I don't hate men,

I just think they're pathetic.

And so egoistical!

You can't hurry love.
You must believe in it.

You know about mind control?

Positive thinking helps me a lot.

My astrologist says
"Mister Right" is coming soon.

A man in a black suit will come
and break something...

in my little antique shop.

Gold Mine.

What's wrong with her?

Father measures things in money.

Profit or loss. That's what matters.

-Does he support you?
-He hates me dancing.

I'd get his support
if I did Business Studies.

And what happened?

I spent the money
he gave me for dance school.

-Do you lie often?
-No.

But some people need to be deceived.

-Hanna Hartay. Isn't she a dancer?
-Forget her.

-Why?
-She's gorgeous and has no antique shop.

Gucci watch, necklace, diamond earrings.
A fortune in jewels, rich Daddy.

Antique Lady's the winner. Nearly 40.
No one's greased her pipes for 10 years.

That shop'll be yours in a month.

I've been dancing since age four.
I missed it so much.

-And your leg?
-It hurts, but I'll be OK.

-Positive?
-I have to be.

I'd go nuts if I had to work
for father again. I'm no clerk!

I was so bored,
I made a bracelet out of paper clips.

I'm a dancer.

I don't care about anything else.

Can I buy you a drink?

Nice legs. When do they open?

What's your problem?

Thinks she's too hot for me!

-I need a car.
-What for?

I can't tell her my car's
at the shop forever.

Pick Antique Lady then.
She won't mind the bus.

Corning from an orphanage
you're alone, with nothing.

You don't even own your clothes.

But you need a buoy
if you want to make it.

To keep you above water.

Tibi was my buoy. And I was his.

Why hunt big game?

Lure the bunny in, aim
and shoot between the eyes.

Tibi was never good
with women or money.

He wasted change on slot machines,

but he'd never risk bank notes.

But big returns meant big risks.

And I wanted something big. Very big.

Where're you going?

-To rehearsal.
-Huh?

Let's start over!

-You need to take five?
-No. I'm fine.

At least while I was injured
I could eat decent food.

I adore junk food,
so I gained lots of weight.

We been starving for three weeks now.

I could eat your suede jacket.

Krisztian is nice. He's considerate.

Sensitive, even.

Cried over a film yesterday.

-Do you like him?
-I might.

But not now. Dancing is my top priority.

I tacked up flyers,
but it's pretty hopeless.

It's just a picture of a black cat.

No one will find him.

You've been here all day?

-Winning streak.
-Oh, sure!

A new machine.
Designed so the first player wins.

-Did you check up on her?
-It was tricky.

Luxury digs, luxury area,
luxury neighbors.

Daddy's in import-export. And loaded.

She goes nowhere
except masseuse and theatre.

And doesn't drive.

-Let's do it.
-I'm talking to a wall here.

Aren't you in for hard cash?

We've no chance.
Look. He's employed by Daddy.

Cool gear, thick wallet.

You're already out.
He sticks to her like glue.

You'll never be enough for her.

Find me a black cat.

SEARCH: HARTAY HANNA

IS IT ALL OVER?
BALLERINA LOST IN THE BUDAPEST JUNGLE

PRIMA BALLERINA, HANNA HARTAY,
SUFFERS CAR CRASH

"My role model is Martha Graham..."

Giselle is romanticism itself.

Perrot and Corelli.
1851, if I'm correct.

Here! Swipe the next one yourself.

-I said a black one!
-Just wait a sec.

Here kitty, kitty!

Damn fleabag.

-What's this shit?
-My new image.

What's it costing us?

1,000 for a suit? Are you nuts?

She'll know the real thing.

-Why, what are you?
-A pediatrician.

What doctor can afford this?

One with a share
in a medical equipment business.

-Give me some cash then.
-You lost again?

-Piggy messed with the machines.
-This might be our big break!

There!

Now seriously. Do I look good?

Of course you do, stupid.

What the hell? Put it down!

Tibi!

Get a black one.

Pardon me. Found this cat.
Thought it might be yours.

How cute. But mine's found. Bye!

I can't take it to the hospital,
could I leave it here for a bit?

No. Sorry. Bye.

Don't say I was right.

Just kiss my ass.

Why is my understudy dancing?

-We'll talk after.
-No, we'll talk now!

I'm sorry.

-I can do it.
-Once you recover.

If you recover.

Don't stop! Again from the top!

-Pardon me.
-It's okay.

-Haven't we met?
-Maybe.

I know! The cat.

I gave it to a patient.
I'm a pediatrician.

Sorry, I've gotta go. Bye.

Hi.

Oh no! My horoscope did say
I'd have a bad day!

I came to your shop
to find something old.

I didn't think the youngest
would be the most charming.

You Aries types can flatter so!
I read your horoscope.

-Really?
-Yes.

Your Venus works against the eclipse.
Very significant!

Venus is the planet of love!
Did you know?

Gabor?

-Something wrong?
-No, nothing!

Do you come here often?

I thought, a refined girl like you
must love the ballet.

Well, yes...

But I prefer musicals.
Have you seen Elizabeth?

I adored it! it's a must see!
Guys think it's mushy.

-But you'd like it.
-I'll take your coat.

-The coat checks here.
-The queue's shorter downstairs.

Aren't you cold?

What are you doing here?

I came to see you dance.
I thought you'd be inside.

The performance is inside,
but I'm not dancing.

-Why not?
-I'm injured.

So why are you out here?

I thought I could watch without crying.

I need to be alone now. Sorry.

Sure you don't want it?

-A woman's coat?
-For emergencies.

Look, I'll be honest.

I'm your guardian angel. God said:

"Gabor, son, Hanna needs a coat.
She'll catch cold."

-This is all He could afford?
-He did say you'd be picky.

-Did He say anything else?
-Yes.

He wanted me to feed you
since you've been starving.

And you're dying for junk food.

I know a good place!

-Won't you answer?
-Just my mother.

I've had electrolysis,
magnetic therapy, injections,

mud baths, massage,
physiotherapy, acupuncture.

Even looking at a doctor makes me sick.

What did you say you do?

I design office buildings.

-I've got a contract for...
-You're a doctor, right?

-A pediatrician.
-So you remember!

It's what my parents wanted.

I wanted to be a welder.

-Too bad.
-I'd hate doctors too.

It's not their fault.
I'd be worse off without them.

I was a mess after the accident.
I had to work for my father.

I can go back any time.

You'll hate it.

You'd play with paperclips
and stare at the clock.

How did you know?

You're not the office type.

-I have to go.
-Can I walk you?

Thanks for supper. The food was awful,

but this was the highlight of my day.
Really.

Goodnight.

Desperate women have a certain smell.

A mixture of sweat, effort
and bad perfume.

Hanna smelled different.

It was success, beauty, money,

and a good childhood.

I wanted to feel that.

-Professor Marion?

He's a doctor who's developed
a cartilage operation.

Except you can't get an appointment.

-Did you get one?
-For next March.

He's leaving for Copenhagen
and isn't seeing anyone.

Sure I tried,
but he's guarded like the crown jewels.

March is too late.

If I'm not together
when the tour starts in September,

I'll lose the American contract.

Five years of work...
His surgery might not even help.

I messed up by taking the wrong angle.

I agree. What about Antique Lady?

-Hanna doesn't want a husband.
-Not you, anyway.

You gotta give women what they want.
She wants a knee specialist.

You do know you're not a real doctor,
right?

-Your doctor's bag won't cure people.
-But a colleague will.

What are you doing?

Hi, Hanna? Gabor Farkas.

I was thinking...

I've got a friend at the clinic.
You know Feri Marion?

Shall I set up an appointment?

Of course! I've been waiting ages!

I'll talk to him.

Meet me at Callas at seven on Tuesday?

-I'll be there.
-Okay.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Do I have an appointment?
-They'll give you one.

I hear that every week.

It's different if they promise me.

I thought everything would be set already.

Some wine?

Soft features, silky skin.

How about the 2002 Hilltop
Cabernet Savignon.

Beer, please.

-Do dancers drink beer?
-Ex-dancers do.

You can't give up talent like yours!

Have you seen me dance?

In Spartacus, Giselle...
My favorite. Perrot and Corelli.

First staged in 1851, if I'm correct?

Do you like ballet
or have you done your homework?

I love it.

As Martha Graham said: "Dance is
the hidden language of the soul."

So you've done your homework.

Yes, but I'm through with books.

Sorry I'm being so awful but...

If anyone else operates,
I'll never dance again.

Dr. Marton is my only hope.

Can I help you?

Just here to see my uncle.

-Oh! Mr. Torsa's nephew?
-Yes.

Don't wake him!
I'll wait here for Dr. Marton.

He doesn't get visitors often.
He'll be so happy!

Mr. Torsa! Look who's here!

-Who?
-Your nephew.

-Who's he?

Poor thing's so senile,
he doesn't even recognize us at times.

Happy birthday from Mr. Torsa!

You shouldn't have!

-How kind!
-It's nothing, how you help with uncle.

Dr. Marton's got the prettiest nurses.
I hope he appreciates you.

The man's a saint.
He has a fund for orphans.

He spends six months here
and six in Copenhagen.

His patients wait. It's worth it.

So sensitive and serious!

A very kind man. Even writes poetry!

"Curled in a kiss, a leaf flutters down.

A bramble rambles on,
the wind baying like a hound."

-Oh, pardon me.
-No problem.

Poetry's the best medicine.

-Gabor Farkas.
-Ferenc Marton.

Thanks for everything
you've done for uncle.

Ready for a marathon soon right,
Mr. Torsa?

Who's this?

-May I speak to you in private?
-After my rounds.

I work for an investment firm

and my boss is looking
for a charity we might support.

Wonderful.

I know you have a charity
that supports orphans.

Thanks for your interest.

Dr. Kerekes is running it now.

I'll have my secretary call you
with her number.

Thanks again. Bye!

What's the picture?

Big house, old wife, two ugly daughters.

Goes from the hospital
to the squash club and the pool.

If boring was a disease, he'd be dead.

-Mistress?
-No. Doesn't gamble or drink.

There's always something. Tail him.

But he's not a fat woman
with an antique shop!

What's the use?

She'll pay up or I'll stand down.

But will your dick stand down?

-A pool? That's a Turkish bath!
-So?

It's a huge difference!

Doctor, is that you?

-Gabor Farkas from the hospital.
-Ah, yes!

-Why did you choose our charity?
-I knew a boy once.

Kicked out of the orphanage,
penniless at 18.

He'd be on the street without my support.

You really are special.

They just need one chance.
They all deserve it.

"Give away your riches,
and you become wealth."

Recognize the line?

Of course.

I love Weöres.

I always wished I could write like him.

I do some writing myself.

How marvellous!

But my poems aren't very good.

May I read them?

-I'll spare you the ordeal.
-No, please.

Details are crucial.
It's the small things that get you busted.

The doc kept me on my toes.
He was smart, confident, and suspicious.

Different from lonely women.

Yet wanted the same.

ls Dr. Marton still in?

-He's on his rounds.
-Thanks, Bea!

Here's some candy for you.

Who are you?

A very good question.

Who are you?

His nephew. And you?

Funny, because I am too.

-Well, actually...
-Pubi!

Cousin Pubi? Ah, man!

Great to finally meet you!
I'm Mark Torsa.

Mark Torsa.

Pubi? Isn't he dead?

Eat your candy.
Don't mind him. He's a bit loony.

I always hoped we'd meet.
I wrote to you in LA.

I remember.

I thought you didn't like my stuff.

-I did, but you know...
-Pubi had syphilis.

As a Hollywood producer,
you must always get pestered,

but I've got new photos.
Where're you staying?

A hotel, but I'm never there.
What's your number?

-Here's my card.
-Could we have your autograph?

-We love you in that series!
-I'll call you.

-And it goes to...
-To me.

Kitty.

-And...?
-lcus.

Come in.

Hi. Are you busy?

No, come on in.

I really enjoyed myself yesterday.

Me too.

I've got my poems here.

Thanks. I'll read them today.

Let's discuss them over dinner.

-Love to. When?
-I'll call you.

I know you're busy, but...

My boss's daughter has an injury.
You mind looking at it?

I leave soon, so I can't see anyone new.

My boss will have to understand
that I'm no magician.

Well, I could take a look.

If it's important to you.

You would?

-Tomorrow at nine.
-Thanks.

Hanna, I talked to the doctor.
He said tomorrow at nine.

Pubi!

You're still here?

Let me show you the photos
at my place now.

-You'll love them.
-I'm in a hurry.

Need a ride?

-Is this your car?
-Promo stuff.

Maybe I do have a half hour.

The patients blood sugar is stable.

The report's on your desk.

Will you sign now or later?

Well? Sizzling, eh?

It was worth screwing
the fat-ass photographer for them.

Want to see? I taped it.
Her tits almost smothered me.

-You tape your sex sessions?
-Sure, with a web cam.

I don't put it on the net.

It's just for laughs with my pals.

-You like Tarantino?
-Sure. He's amazing!

-You know him?
-Quentin's an old buddy.

No way!

You know where I could
rent a car like yours?

Sorry, no.

You could be a star in the US
with a good manager.

-But my English is lousy.
-Image is everything.

-Believe me.
-Really?

You'll get the hang of English.

You got an aspirin?

Just a minute.

Tibi, call me in a minute,
let it ring, then hang up.

-Why?
-Because I said so!

I hope to make a break.

This TV series is OK. Not too trashy.

-But I got so much in me!
-Let me take your pics to show. OK?

Come to the set tomorrow.

-Mind if I use the toilet?
-It's over there.

Someone called.

It can wait. I need a car now.

Take mine!

Seriously?

Sure. I don't need it tomorrow.

We're family after all!

Thanks.

I'm so nervous.
I wish I didn't have to go.

-But it's what you wanted!
-What if he says it's hopeless?

It would be great to hear:

"You'll be fine.
I promise you'll dance again."

All I ever get is: "Hmm."

Nice car. Medicine pays well?

It's from my share
in a medical equipment firm.

Have I expressed my gratitude?

-Express it over dinner.
-Don't you have to work?

Not today. I worked last night.
Hi, lcuka!

Mr. Torsa ate well today.

I'll check later.

But you're a pediatrician.

He's ten. It's his nickname.

Wait here. Don't mention me to Marton.

No one has to know I got you in.

Come in.

-Hi!
-Hi. Is she here?

-She's outside.
-Send her in.

Just one thing...

-Your poems spoke to the heart.
-You really liked them?

"The skin of naked mannequins
touching silently..."

Simply beautiful.

Don't mention me to her.

She thinks her daddy fixed this.

-He must be a monster.
-You've no idea.

How long will you be?

An hour and a half.

-Feri's Waiting.
-Hey, Doc! Doctor!

Thank you for saving my son's life.

It's my job.

Go on in. I'll wait.

-What the hell?
-Polishing you up.

That's not what she needs.

-Is that my suit?
-It massages my balls.

Take it off and get out.

I'm not good enough now?

Timing is everything!

Finally, she trusts me.
All she needs is romance.

-Show me the money.
-I will.

Just let me handle it, okay?

-We could have gone boating.
-With what?

-My yacht is docked nearby.
-You've got a yacht?

A small one. It's my dream come true.

What's your dream?

If the New York tour goes well
I might get a contract.

But I need to get the role back.

-You're touring Cinderella?
-So? She was a tough cookie.

Stole a dress, made a carriage
from a pumpkin, and seduced a prince.

So you like impostors?

Is it a crime to want
something more out of life?

No, it's not.

-Show me your yacht.
-Now?

Why not?

-Is it that big one?
-No, the one in front.

Give me the tour.

-We're due back.
-There's time.

Afraid Marton will say no?

He'll operate and you'll be fine.
You'll dance again.

I promise.

Did I say something wrong?

No. It's too right, actually.

You're not easy to please.

It seems like you know
what I want to hear.

I've been stalking you for weeks.

I bugged your bedroom and bathroom,

plus I've got a pal at NASA
with a spy satellite on you.

You're right. I'm paranoid.

Sorry.

My colleague's diagnosis was correct.

You have some cartilage missing.

Is mosaic surgery familiar?

Yes, but after that
I'll never dance again.

Not professionally. I'm sorry.

There's a new gene technology.

Hyalograft C.
We grow tissue from your own cells.

We've had good results in Copenhagen.

And could I dance again?

The tissue would be yours.
So it might be possible.

And when could you operate?

It's not being done here yet.

But sometime in the future.
The tissue growing technology here is...

-And if I went to Copenhagen?
-It's very expensive.

The cell culture is 40,000 euros,
and with hospital fees,

the surgery and rehabilitation,
it's about 100,000. Which is...

A lot of money.

Thank you for your time.

If you decide on the mosaic,
I'll set you up with a colleague.

-At least there's hope.
-Let's not talk about it.

Don't give up.
It's a lot of money, but--

I said, forget it.

You'll have a sexy scar...

Don't.

Let's discuss it at least.

100,000 euros isn't so bad.

But I'm broke.

You must have a bit.
We'll collect the rest somehow.

There's nothing. All gone for rehab.

-Oh. What about your flat?
-It's my father's.

-Can't you borrow?
-Do you have 100,000?

Your father, perhaps?

He hates me dancing.

I'm 28. In four years, my career's over.

I'm not worth that much.

Where are you going?

I gotta be at the hospital by six.
But I'll call you.

It was too good to be true.

I'll talk to your father.

Why? Marton's off in two weeks.

I might get him to stay.

-Why would he?
-I'm very convincing.

Hey, Mark! What's up? Good.

There's a casting tomorrow in London.

Pack your bags!

I'll get you to the airport by four.
Okay? Bye.

Hi, Feri. Sorry, but something came up.

Don't ask. Family stuff.

I still want to have dinner.

How about tonight?

My place? It's more intimate.

Where were you?

Tibi, book a ticket to London
for Mark Torsa.

Okay.

What's up with the girl?

Are you on her account yet?

No.

Not surprising.

She'll get cash for the operation.

And you're doing the surgery to get it?

The fake account will be ours.

So open one
under "International Health Fund".

She'll wire the cash there.

This broads only trouble!

-I'll bet she's really broke.
-Don't think! Just do!

-Is my diploma finished?
-Playing the hotshot, eh?

You're phony, like your diploma!

Okay, okay.

Show me.

Awesome.

Why'd you get kicked out
of printing school?

It was a mistake,
and he meant nothing to me.

Maybe not,
but you've broken a piece of me.

Can you forgive me?

I'll need some time to think it over.

Cut!

Hey, Pubi! How was it?

London will love you.

Erika, this is the cousin
I told you about.

Hi! How do you do?

Good, thanks.

Are you packed?

-If I walk out of here now...
-It's all set!

I knew it! These guys said I was crazy.

-But my English...
-It's action, not Shakespeare.

Now hurry up,
because you'll miss the flight.

My secretary booked a ticket.
But the transfer takes three days.

-You got a credit card?
-I have to pay?

My company will reimburse you. Right?

Call me from London for the address.

What if it falls through?

Your pictures swept the producer
off her feet.

Really?

Finally!

You got everything?

This was too much.

The way the news stand guy
looked at me!

They're for the doctor.
No surgery, no cash.

You think he'll stop at the magazines?

-You'll bail me out at 9:30.
-What if I don't?

Will the old fairy whip it out?

-You'd better call!

If you were a real gentleman,
you'd say "please".

Ah, it's Tinkerbell!
Maybe I'll talk to her...

-Are you nuts?
-What are you scared of?

Tibi like big, white master...

He never hurt him.

Hi there!

I get off at ten.

My place?

Fine, then.

6/A Tutaj Street.

Okay. Bye.

-You told her to come here?
-I might not have this place tomorrow.

Bring my diploma and medical bag.
I'll get the oldster out.

We'll set up for the girl.

How's the door?

-It doesn't lock, but I fixed it.
-Now scram!

Pretty-please!

What a good chef you are!

I took a course.

Could you hand me the sugar?

-It's on the counter.
-Sure.

What's wrong?

My sister's husband is a violent bastard.

I was with her all night.
My boss is on my case too.

-He might not fund the charity after all.
-Because of his ballerina?

-He thought you'd operate.
-Send her to Copenhagen.

For 100,000? It's too much, even for him.

You're so tense.

Relax! I'll give you a massage.

Could you operate in Hungary?

Maybe in a year, when I'm back.

The tissue could be grown in Copenhagen

and implanted here.
But it would still cost 40,000.

Could you do it now and leave later?

Can't we discuss this some other time?

But could you?

My boss would support the charity
and the ballerina could go to America.

Everyone's happy.

Let's dance.

Hey, relax. Come on.

You smell nice.

Isn't there some way?

No. I'd have to postpone
my trip a whole month.

That would be the best.

What's wrong?

Haven't you ever been with a man?

Sorry, but you're moving too fast for me.

Take all the time you want.

Just be honest with me.

I think about you a lot.

I wish you didn't have to go.

If it's so important to you, I could stay.

-Hello?
-Has he boned you yet?

Calm down. You're on your way here?

I just lost a wad of cash
because of you.

-You still want me to come?
-It's fine. Come over.

What's wrong?

My sister called from a taxi.
Her husband trashed their flat.

How awful.

Poor thing.

Shall I leave?

I'm so sorry.

It's alright.

Sorry. Clifford Road?
Do you know where is it?

Sorry. The Clifford Road...

-Thanks for tonight.
-I'll call you.

We'll discuss the surgery.

So, who was on top?

You could have called earlier!

What do you think?

-Aw, jeez! Hide!
-Where?

Anywhere.

-Hi!
-Hi!

Here's the living room, the kitchen.

There's the bathroom
and the bedroom.

I pictured it different.

-Don't you like it?
-Sure.

But it's not you.

-You wear this?
-Sometimes.

-What's in there?
-Storage. Where I stash my junk.

Sorry, it's the hospital.

-Hi, Mark.
-There's some mix-up, Pubi.

I was there, but there's no casting!

The producer called
and said she's waiting.

But there's no 125 Clifford Road.

I said Clifford Lane!

-It's at the other end of the city.
-Oh, shit!

-I'll get a cab.
-No, it'll take forever.

The director hates delays.

-Sorry, man.
-Listen!

Get a hotel room and I'll call you, OK?

Relax.

How do you say: "What's the fare?"

Hello?

It was Feri Marton. The surgery's on.

-You're kidding.
-He's postponing his trip.

And you pay for the tissue only.

-That's 40,000.
-Only 40,000.

But I've got no money.

Let me talk to your father.

There's no point.

Come to his party tomorrow.
He wants to meet you anyway.

Damn.

What's wrong?

I didn't want to fall in love.

Me neither.

Good evening!

The Secretary of State is crazy about you.

Sure, after he listed
all his medical problems.

The fat gentleman has a hernia.
His girlfriend has new breasts.

They're still a bit tight.

Come on, father's waiting.

-40,000 is a lot. What's it for?
-So I can work.

-Work for me.
-Don't start this again.

I'm saying there's another option.

-You're saying: no money.
-Your father is right.

-What?
-It's a lot of money.

-What's he getting in return?
-Exactly.

This is a very nice party.

Most elegant.
It must have cost about 20,000?

It's an investment.

And I'm not worth it.

-I want what's best for you.
-Could we talk in private?

-What?
-It'll only be a moment.

I'm no businessman, but just think...

In five years, she'll work for you.

Help her now, and she'll be grateful.
If not, she'll never forgive you.

Isn't 40,000 worth not having to look
at a sulky woman?

You're not a bad businessman.

Just transfer the money
and everyone's happy.

We'll see.

-Well?
-One more chat and it's a done deal.

Let me introduce you
to a famous psychologist.

Sorry, I need to use the men's room.

Ah, Doctor!

-May we have a word?
-About what?

I play tennis with Gyuri Havas.

He works in ER. You know him?

Of course.

Odd. He's never heard of you.

It's a big hospital.

There's no mention of you on the website.

I'll inform the IT guy.

So what do you want?

To know who you are.

I'm the one who swiped your girl.

You'd better not go snooping,
because I'll break your neck.

Understood?

-I can't hear you!
-Yes.

Your makeup's smudged.

Doctor! Someone call a doctor!

Father!

What happened?

He's a doctor!

Come here, young man!

Probably a heart attack.
Call an ambulance!

He needs to rest now.
You may see him soon.

Thank you. We're very grateful.

It's lucky you were there to help.

Oh God, if you hadn't...

This isn't the best time,
but we have to talk.

-What is it?
-You might hear things.

-If Szikszai calls you...
-Why Szikszai?

It's a long story.

Do you have a minute to talk?

You may see your father
for a few minutes now, Miss.

Then he needs rest.

-We'll talk later.
-Alright.

Hello?

Feri!

Of course I want to see you!
Lunch tomorrow?

Are you doing this on purpose?

Where the hell have you been?

I've been calling for days.
You never answer.

-Do you want to get rid of me?
-How can you say that?

I think about you so much!

Too much.

Let's talk things over at my place.

-My wife's taking the girls off tomorrow.
-I don't know...

I get the feeling
that you're only fooling with me.

Then you don't know me.

Come over tomorrow at eight.

-I'll try.
-Don't let me down.

-Hello?
-I'm back, and I'm pissed off!

Two days and no one called.

But they called your hotel.

The studio's not in the phone book.

It's unlisted.
Look, if you're not interested...

I'm just upset.
Some pervert broke into my flat.

Didn't take anything,
just rearranged my stuff.

I'll call if I get info on the casting.

Pubi, that hotel cost me a bundle.

When will I get the money?

Tomorrow.
I'm headed into a parking garage.

-I need my car back.
-I can't hear you.

-When will you...
-Hello?

-This is Hanna. Leave a message.
-Where the hell is she?

-Who cares?
-If she talks to the shrink, it's over.

-It already is.
-I'll talk myself out.

Daddy's out cold and she's got no cash.

-You screwed up! It's over.
-I'll get our cash.

I'm at my wit's end too!
We put 1,000 into her.

So what? Plenty of broads in Szombathely!

-Szombathely?
-Awesome place.

Full of rich Austrian dames.

We're in deep shit, bro.

Let's ditch this joint.
Szombathely is the place.

We could buy a house. Cheap!

Look! it's only 50,000.

We need 10,000 more.

-Listen...
-No, you listen!

Let's get the fuck outta here!

-Why?
-Because you're hooked on her.

-If I'd let you, you'd fuck up.
-That's bull.

The train leaves in the morning.
You pack, I'll get the cash.

-Gimme the safe key.
-What?

Give it to me.

What if I don't?

-What's that?
-Bills, papers, photos.

I've been saving them for years.

If I go down, so do you.

No chance.

It's only stuff on you.

Fucking great.

I don't wanna use it.
But you fell for that chick.

Someday you'll thank me.
Give me the key.

Hand it over.

Now go get your farewell fuck.

We leave tomorrow, bro.

Where've you been?

-With father.
-I've been calling you.

My phone was off. What's wrong?

Have you talked to Szikszai
or that asshole Krisztian?

Szikszai called.

-I can explain.
-What?

He asked about father.

-Anything else?
-What else?

Sit down!

Let me talk.

You're scaring me.

I can't lie anymore.

You've been lying?

I'm not a doctor.

-Is this some bad joke?
-No.

You mean you were faking?

Yes.

Well, not exactly.

The hospital laid me off.

-They might bar me.
-Why?

I conducted heart surgery on a girl.
I knew the hospital couldn't pay for it.

How's Szikszai connected?

He knows I'm not at the clinic anymore.

-I wanted to tell you first.
-Why didn't you?

I thought you'd hate me.

-But you did right.
-The hospital doesn't think so.

I could lose my car and flat.

-You think I care?
-Yes.

Don't be stupid.

Who cares about all that stuff?

Don't you get it?

How long was I asleep?

About 16 hours.

So that's what a refreshing sleep
feels like.

Just this once I'll make you coffee.

-Hello?
-It's Szikszai.

Let's talk. I suppose you know why.

Have a seat.

So you recognized me.

I wasn't sure at first.

My janitor was in a tux!

She knows I'm not a doctor,

and understands
I had to work for the money.

It's not quite that simple.

She told me you seem to read her mind.

I noticed that my DVD's
had been tampered with.

The puzzle wasn't hard to solve.

That's why you were
on the same wavelength.

-Did you tell her that too?
-What do you want?

I could call the police.

You'd have done that already.
What do you want?

The money for her surgery.

Or else I'll tell Hanna
and call the police.

-Where'll I get 40,000?
-You'll figure it out.

-That's blackmail.
-I know.

We all get cash however we can.

I doubt you need explaining.

-How much you asking?
-20,000.

-Papers?
-Only the permit.

Come on!

-For double commission?
-No papers, no deal.

There might be...

someone interested.

Call me when you know.

That jerk blew their money.

-And used my sister's flat to cover it.
-How awful!

If I wasn't there,
they'd be on the street.

-Now what?
-I gave them all my money.

I still need another 20,000, fast.

That's a lot.

I know.

I can't ask anyone else for help.

I don't know. I'll have to think it over.

I'll pay you with interest.

What if I want my interest first?

You want my money, be nice to me.

What's wrong?

-You look pale.
-Can you give me the cash?

-How much was it?
-20,000.

-That's a little steep.
-That's how much I need.

I was upset yesterday,
so I went to your flat.

You know what I saw?
That actor is living with you.

His name is on the door.

-Let me explain.
-No need.

I made a few phone calls.

No one knows you
at your alleged workplace.

And they never funded any charity.
You're not who I thought.

I told you not to mess with me.

Security will be here in five minutes.

I'd leave if I were you.

Don't do this...

Oh, your money...

What's your fee?

Fifty?

Let's make it 100.

You worked hard for it.

Now get out!

Oh, and I won't be operating
your ballerina.

It's Havas, from the car dealership.
Someone's interested.

-Where should I go?
-Same place.

-In an hour?
-Fine.

Hello?

Finally! Where's the buyer?

Surprise!

Havas is an old pal of mine.

He said someone was
trying to sell BOY 001.

-Like hell.
-How could you be such a loser?

To pick the dealer I bought it from
in the first place.

Do you know Joco?

-No.
-He stayed with you for two weeks in LA.

What a short memory!

Probably because you died of AIDS
a year ago.

Wait, wait!

You'll break the alarm!

-What?
-It's Piggy from the arcade.

We got a new machine in.
You get first dibs.

-Now?
-Won't be new tomorrow.

I'll be there in five.

Don't let anyone near it.

Open up, bro!

You hear me? Come on!

I'll kick the damn door in!

Come on, open up!

Thought you could fuck me over?

Wanted to swipe the cash?

-I want out.
-You can't.

-Listen...
-I'll report you.

-Think I'm joking?
-Whatever.

You get on that fuckin' train,

and pounce on a new chick
or I'll kick your ass!

-You didn't say "fucking"!
-What the hell's wrong with you?

Because of some stupid bitch?
We were a team.

-Why screw things up?
-Do you like this life?

If we had a house...

Do really want a shack in the backwoods?

Isn't this what we wanted?

Listen.

Listen for a sec, bro!
Let's talk it over, bro.

Don't call me "bro".

We're not brothers. We're nothing.

-What about me?
-Who gives a shit?

You're staying right here.

Put the damn bag down!

Put it down!

You wanted to walk out with the cash?

You think I'm stupid?

You know what?

I don't care. The moneys yours!

I'll just take Caesar.

You'll be rich.

-Sir! Can you hear me?
-Oh God, he's bleeding!

-Is it all there?
-Just as you said.

Must've been a lot of work.

How will I know you won't call the cops?

You'll have to trust me.
I guess that's tough for you.

-Don't analyze me.
-You're an interesting case.

When did you first lie?
How old were you?

If something goes wrong with
Hanna's operation, I'll be forced to...

DO THE OPERATION

Hanna!

Open up! Hanna!

Stop shouting! She's away.

-Where?
-How should I know?

Something about surgery.
Her fiancé came for her.

-Fiancé?
-Oh, you know...

That psychologist from TV.

-Where's Hanna?
-I didn't expect you so soon.

-Where is she?
-Hey, relax!

Let's go inside. I swear I'll explain.

Well?

She doesn't want to see you.

You clued her in, right?

What for? She's known for a long time.

How?

She found out when she ran into another
patient of mine outside the theatre.

Good night!

Stop!

Stop!

-That's my coat! Give it back!
-You know Dr. Farkas?

I don't know any Dr. Farkas!

I know an architect, Gabor Farkas.

He stole my coat!

She was headed to the police,
but you got her the doc.

We got a friend at the clinic.
You know Feri Marton?

-Shall I set up an appointment?
-Of course!

I've been waiting ages!

She still told the police.

Did you know they were watching you?

They couldn't press charges,
but they told her some stories.

Hanna thinks you're a genius.

You can achieve anything
with the right motivation.

She wasn't going to ask her father
for money.

Hartay?

He's the biggest cheapskate ever.

I didn't think it'd work,
but Hanna had faith,

saying you didn't want money.
You wanted to be loved.

She did feel sorry for you.

-You thought she was a sucker, right?
-I want to talk to her.

Take my advice and leave Budapest.

The police are on to you.
They'll find something eventually.

How did you get involved?
You're some kind of doctor, aren't you?

She persuaded you just the same.

Gabor!

Did you really think
you'd ever be good enough for her?

People will believe
what they want to believe.

They don't mind being tricked
if they get what they want.

They long for the illusion
that they are somebody,

that they're not alone,
and that there's a way out of this dump.

Illusion is expensive.

But it's worth it.