All language subtitles for The.Pregnant.Papa.1989.HUNGARIAN.1080p.WEBRip.x264-V

God damn it!

My Bélas! Fire!

The ladder!

Turn around.

Turn around you moron.

Give it to me. Move.

Bring the bucket.

Fire, people, fire.

Faster, my dear Bélas, faster.

There's a fire!

What are doing? Faster!

What? Drop it you bastard!

Fire, people! There's a fire!

Those glorious times when
democracy broke into Rátót

Where did it come from,
who brought it in?

It is still being researched by
the epidemiologists,

but it's a historical fact that
democracy

was just walking
on Main Street of Rátót.

However the Rátótians
are that kind of people

who let all kind of foreigners
into their village.

They grabbed the sleazy democracy
by its collar and threw it out.

Well, it was futile.

It was thrown out at the end
of the village

and came back at the other end.

It were tied in a bag
and thrown into the river.

It came back with the herd
in the afternoon.

Let's freak out with this bumpy
democracy, they said.

So they decided to elect a leader,

but strictly on the ground
of democracy.

They liked their teacher's
proposal terribly.

As they heard it, all men went
to the end of the town,

down with the trousers,

down with the pants,
head into the haystack.

Everyone can vote,
and everyone can be elected.

Then the wifes could come

So they ran furiously.
They came and go with curious eyes.

because the stakes were high.

Those buttocks which will be
recognised by his wife,

according to their teacher's
wise idea

will be the leader of the town.

All women were quite
in a hurry.

Some of them checked the long
lines three or for times.

The election system almost had
failed

when late although, but
Juliska arrived

She didn't even look around

but went right to
her man's buttocks.

"Béla, you motherfucker,
pull up your pants."

There was a big celebration for this.

We finally have the village leader.

And what an election was it.

He got in this high position
on democratic grounds.

A simple son of the people.

The real Bélaism has just started.

From that day on, no priest
would baptized

no council registered a boy named

anything else but Béla.

Everyone became Béla.

The innkeeper, the sheperd,
the sexton, the magistrate,

even the town's bull
was called Béla.

If a Béla was awarded, all Béla
are he felt he got the credit.

If they punished a Béla, neither
caused great trouble among the Bélas.

It happened, for example, that
the blacksmith he caught the woman once

to blow with the helper.

The blacksmith was
a rare calm person.

He didn't make too much
trouble.

He raised both of them,
into the workshop

warmed them up there first.

Then he made a nice gate of them,

even Henrik Fazola would have
been jealous of it.

But in less than a month the
blacksmith was taken to the gallows.

The people of Rátót were scared.
They have this one blacksmith.

What will happen to them if
this only one was hanged?

The school's headmaster was who
came with the solution again.

We only have one blacksmith,
but we have two tailors.

This one is Béla, that one is Béla.

Let's give them of the tailors
instead of the blacksmith.

It doesn't matter
which one is hanged.

There is one Béla still remains.

There are so many nice benefits
if everyone is Béla.

Rátót became the island of
tranquility and happiness.

And would be today, if...

If...

Józsi! My little Józsi!

- No.
- Yes.

This can't be true.

But it is.

For God's fuckin' sake.

Józsi! Yes, it's Józsi.

It can't be true.

- You are out of your mind, Rozi!
- But why?

Because he will remain
illiterate this way.

This boy could enter
the gate of communism.

But only in case if he would be named
as Béla.

Does my name mean nothing to you?

- Béla means nothing?
- I want him to be Józsi.

Maybe then he won't be
as stupid as you.

Finish it.

What happened? The chain.

I'm in deep shit.

Run, my dear Rózsi!

Who is that?

- What is this?
- Follow me!

- What?
- Follow me, follow me!

- Here's the coat.
- Where?

- Here's the coat.
- Where?

Wait. I'm coming.

The bench is short,
but large the council.

Freud, freud, freud...

We have to find out something.

Let's think, people.

Declare it, dear Béla!

We should stretch the bench.

Holy shit!

Now you can see what
education means, you moron.

Stretch it! Stretch it! Stretch it!

Stretch it! Stretch it! Stretch it!

Stretch it! Stretch it!

Freud, freud, freud...

Dear Bélas! Let's undress for work.

So, my dear Bélas...

Let's start again.

Stretch it! Stretch it! Stretch it!

Stretch it! Stretch it!

We made it, dear Bélas.

Let me launch the emergency
council meeting.

Come here, Béla.

Show off, Béla.

My woman has given birth
to a boy.

Silence.

Go ahead, Béla, like a real man.

She's gone mad because
of giving birth.

She wants to name him Józsi.

My Béla will became Józsi.

Why did you do this to me, Rozi?

Even one moron is enough
in this small family.

So everyone accepted to
have a Józsi in town.

Our little Józsi grew up
and improved.

He became quite
handsome laddie.

He would have become
if he was Béla not Józsi.

But even so, he was not expelled
by the other little Bélas.

They played with him so nicely.

They were just a little angry because
Józsi had a very crying nature.

Holy mother of Jesus and
all the saints, what are they doing?

Get the hell from here.
For God's sake.

My sweet little boy, my Józsi
my precious star, don't cry!

Oh my God, what should I do?

Come to mommy, my precious
little darling.

Everything was on track
at the school.

You're a moron, you
deserve well the name of Józsi.

Show it.

Come on.

Come on.

Go to your seat.

Józsi...

Not counting some bad memories,

Józsi had a peaceful
and happy childhood.

Well, right, in the sixth grade
something happened to him.

But it had nothing to do
being a Józsi.

Józsi.

He has participated in the pioneering
movement enthusiastically

since first grade.

Appeared at every session meetings,

where the little Béla comrades
treated him with brotherly love.

Not to mention his patrol leader,

the most beautiful little Agi
from the Kovacs family.

for whom Józsi felt
a special kind of affection.

It's a pity that Józsi
became 18 years old.

The Bélaness didn't affect
him too much.

He got dumber and dumber.

Out! Come, come! Go on!

Close it! Go in!

He was just sitting as
a lame dope, and staring...

He understood nothing of this world.

But work went smoothly in Rátót.

They built the blacksmith's house.

Go in! Go, dear Bélas,
my sweet brothers-in-law.

Go, faster, faster.

So, open it.

Close it.

Go in. Move your feet.

So. Open it!

Close it! Go in! That's it!

What are you doing there,
uncle Béla?

What do you mean, you dumb?
Are you blind?

We are bringing light, brightness
to the house.

But that's not the way to do that.

- Really?
- No.

What the heck!

Get the pickaxes, dear Bélas.
Go for it.

They did the holes.
And there was light.

The house collapsed,
half the fire brigade stayed under.

Józsi, you son of a bitch,
I'll kill you, you bastard.

It took three days and three nights
for the village council to discuss it.

Józsi had to leave the village.

They phoned everywhere and a nice
summoner letter had arrived.

He has to join a voluntary
tractor driver school.

There he was registered

given his tractor driver uniform,
learning began immediately.

Two years had gone by.

Józsi got his diploma
became a certified tractor driver.

In fact, he also got
a real tractor,

which was outside the school
and was waiting for him

to take him home to give him
a boost the boom in agriculture.

He jumped into the saddle of
his tractor and started the engine

I mean he would have started it,
but it didn't start.

Never mind, he thought.

That's not why I went for two years
tractor school

to be scared because of this.

He just jumped off the saddle

opened the top of the engine
compartment with high proficiency.

He immediately recognized
what was the problem.

The was no engine.

Don't talk so much. You better
appreciate the efforts of the industry

and what the national economy does
does for agriculture.

Anyway, this tractor is perfect.

Fix the minor and major mistakes
yourself.

That's why your attended
this school, didn't you?

Come on, do something.

Well, this looks like you.

Push it forward at least
for Christ's sake.

That's what they do in socialism
with everything, you can't even push it.

This is all your fault.

He's coming!

Come here!

He's coming, coming, coming.

Józsi! My little Józsi!

Our son has arrived, Józsi.

Józsi, my sweet Józsi!

No, no! You don't!

Don't go away, dear Józsi!

No!

- Józsi, my dear little Józsi!
- No, no!

Stop! Where are you running?

She doesn't want to bury you
anymore.

Tell him.

Dear Józsi! Let's have a drink.

Thank you father, but I never drink.

Let's have a cigarette.

Thank you father, but I never smoke.

Tell him now!

So, my dear Józsi...

You know that there
are men, like us.

And there are women.
You know this.

Of course I know.

Then you know how babies are made.

No, I don't know that.

You don't? How can it be?

Then what the hell should I explain
to this idiot?

Only The Virgin Mary can help us.

Virgin Mother, help me.

Give light to my little boy's head.

Show him the right path.

He's always repairing his tractor.

He runs away from the girls.

I pray, holy Virgin Mother,

come to us!

Visit him and guide him
the right path.

Virgin Mother, come to us.

I wonder if he'll listen to you.

Ouch! Who is that?

Go away!

Go away!

Leave me alone!

Go to hell!

No, leave me alone! Don't!
Ouch!

It hurts. Leave me alone!

I like it...

It hurts.

This is good! This is good!

Thank you, Holy Virgin.

- Do you love me?
- I love you.

- For how long?
- Forever.

- Do you love me?
- I love you.

- For how long?
- Forever.

- Do you love me?
- I love you.

- For how long?
- Forever.

And if a Rátótian says forever
you can truly rely on it.

They would have lived happily
ever after if fate brings

that Agika happened to have
a sore throat.

The doctor examined and examined

and would still examine
if he didn't have something to do.

But the doctor is also a human.

He didn't want to waste time
going back to the toilet.

It was raining anyway.

So he stopped on the porch,
right next to the gutter.

What a man.

Finally...

My Béla!

Next, please.

Oh, my God, my dear boy.
What happened?

My dear Józsi, are you feeling dizzy?

And you thirsty...

You desire food. You feel nauseous
does it usually happen, Józsika?

Only in the mornings.

Sweet Jesus, help us.

Sick, dizzy...

God help me.

Józsi, come here.

Let me see you.

My dear God, help us.
Virgin Mary.

God help us.

What is it?

My dear Józsi, my little son.

My sweet God!
You are blessed with child.

- Me?
- Virgin Mary, come help us.

My dear Józsi! This is pregnant.

What's going on here?

You drunken bastard!

The Virgin Mother heard my prayer.

She visited us.

Your son is blessed with a child.

My God! Holy Virgin!

The Virgin visited your son.

This moron?

Blessed Virgin, it's a miracle!

Dear God, my precious star.

It's a miracle, God!

Is this true? Are you knocked up?

I don't know, father.

You dirty whore, couldn't you
be more careful?

You've got the guts to face me?

Did you learn this at home?
Did you learn this from your father?

Have you seen me knocked up?

You piece of shit!
You whore, you...

Reverend!

Where are you, father?

Reverend! Father!

Where are you?

Reverend Father, it's a miracle! Miracle!

The Virgin Mother visited my son. Józsi.

Józsi?

My son is blessed with a child.

Immaculate conception.

He is what?

Impregnated.

- Who?
- Józsi.

For God's sake!
I served four generations.

Hear me, hear me!

I announced Miklos Horthy's proclamations.

I announced Ferenc Szalasi's proclamations.

I announced Zoltan Tildy's proclamations.

I announced Matyas Rakosi's proclamations.

But there was never anything wrong with me.

Because I didn't let myself be knocked up.

I saw it with my own two eyes
fly out my son's window.

Now Józsi's cough is gone.

Believe me, father!

I was pregnant too.
It's like I only see myself then.

- Why do you think it was the Virgin?
- Who else has the power to do this?

To make a man pregnant?

Well, this makes some sense.

Miracle! It's a miracle!

Rátót will be a place of pilgrimage.

Bélas in the Lord!

Our Lord, Jesus Christ listened
to our prayers directed to him

and dragged this dirty village out
of the swamp of anonymity.

Because what was our town until today

in this great universe?

What?

A big, stinky nothing.

We've been around for a thousand years

and a thousand years nobody
takes notice of us.

The fast trains even don't stop here.

But not even the cars
of the county comrades.

What is our purpose in this Earth,
my Bélas in Lord?

But now thanks to our heavenly Lord,
now we will have significance.

People will come in huge numbers
to our village.

A new Jerusalem.

A new Mecca.

Rátót will be a new Rome.

Oh, my God, I'm so happy.

Our beloved vicar has totally
lost it in this sacred day.

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Dear people from Rátót.

The most important is to keep
our calm and our achievements

in every situation.

That's right. We don't need
subversive elements here.

We don't need pregnant men.

That's right.

But we need them.

He's right.

No, we don't.

He's right.

Yes, we do.

He's right.

No, we don't.

He's right.

Tell me, dear Béla, you had
diagnosed the pregnancy?

I did not diagnose anything.

You didn't?

I didn't know that either.

Determine immediately.

But we need frogs for that.

Frogs?

But where do we get frogs?

There are hell of a lot frogs
in the lake.

But how do we catch them?

Now, what would be the plan?

Let us think.

Declare it, my Béla!

It's dead simple.

The water must be drained
from the lake,

then the frogs will remain there.

Bélas, we have a problem.

Where to drain the
lots of water?

Don't panic, my friends.

Let us think.

Declare it, my Béla!

Let's dig a hole like
the size of the lake

then we bring the water there.

My Bélas!

There's no hard work that's not worth
doing if we see results.

Stop, Bélas!

Where to put all the soil?

Declare it, my Béla.

We shall dig a hole to put
the soil there.

Stop, dear Bélas!

This wouldn't work.

Let's go further.

What for?

Than we'll have to carry
the pile more further.

But dear Béla, can't you see
that the pub is the barrier.

Let's dig a hole to fit the pub
into it.

- How can he be such a moron.
- Come on!

- Are you ok? - I've never heard
such bullshit in my life. You moron.

My Bélas, let us think!

Let's push the pub further.

Great, let's go.

Stop it, dear Bélas! Let me
define where is the limit to push.

Look at this.

This is the mark.

So, dear Bélas, let's push it.

Stop it, dear Bélas.

Let me check where is the limit.

We pushed it to my coat.

We pushed it to...
We overdo it.

People, stop it.

We pushed too far.
We pushed on it.

We overdo it.

For Christ sake.
He is pregnant for sure.

No!

You get an injection. It won't hurt.

No!

Good afternoon, doctor.

Béla! Catch him!

But now... What should I do?

Bring him back.

You lost, admit it, dear Béla.

The medical report proves me right.

Dear Béla, let's get to the point.

Like a politician to
a church politician.

Do we need this miracle at all?

Of course.

We need it. The whole world
will come to us.

Tourists, pilgrims, foreigners,

journalists, the radio and
television.

- And?
- What do you mean?

Let me tell you. The committees.

The investigation committees.

For those who, if there is
something extraordinary,

immediately suspicious and then
they start asking questions.

Why here? Why at your town?

And if someone, then why Jóska?

Why not one of the urban or
the ecclesiastical comrades?

I don't care about any committee.

I'll tell you anyway.

You think your bishop won't
send a committee of inquiry?

Why here? Why at your town?

Why not in the bishop's hall?

Or even in the Vatican.

Or maybe you deny the Vatican's
leadership role?

God forbid!

So!

Not an easy case, dear Béla.

But we have already solved
some problems earlier in Rátót.

That's for sure.

This is up to you, dear Béla.

- Béla!
- It's your turn.

- Praised be our Lord Jesus Christ!
- Forever.

My Father, please help me.

You were the only one who stood up
for me from this village.

They want to take away the child.
To have an abortion.

They want to take the miracle
from the Church. Don't let them.

Well, my son...
You are an hour late.

So, he was here exactly
an hour ago...

Well...

The Lord visited me.

Who?

Well... The Lord. The Creator.

- God himself?
- Of course he is.

You?

Me, of course.

Why? He often visits me.

Especially when I bring up the
mass wine from the cellar.

He likes this vintage.

He just appears and sits down...

He was just sitting there
where you now.

All right, don't need to jump.

- Sit down.
- No, thank you.

So we used to sit here
talking, telling jokes to each other.

- Telling jokes? To God?
- Yeah, jokes of course.

Don't think the Creator is a gruff,
grumpy old man. Hell, no!

He is very funny and has
a good sense of humor.

I told him some time ago

so do you know, my
Creator father, what's the joke?

He says: I don't know.

Then I put both my hands
down on the table.

So, I told him, hit my hand
real hard, my dear Lord!

He hit but quite big.

But I pulled my hand away.

He he hit the table so hard,

that he jumped in her agony
for an hour.

Now you see, my Lord? This is a joke.

He didn't get mad, no?

He? No. Just laughed.

Would you like a shot?

No, thank you. Especially now.

Now I'm going to bully
St. Peter, he said.

And ascended to Heaven.
Immediately called St. Peter.

- So Peter, my boy, you know...
- ...what a joke is?

Peter says, I don't know.
The Lord says, I'll tell you one.

and looks around to find a table.

But in the Kingdom of Heaven
there is no such earthly thing.

Thus, not finding a better one
he put his palm on his forehead.

Now, hit there, Peter, but hard!

And St. Peter hit it
but very hard.

When God saw it coming,
he pulled his hand away.

But good St. Peter slapped
God's forehead

that he fell on his back.

Into the manna.

- Into what?
- The manna.

- Into the manna?
- Yes.

Oh, don't do this to me.

Oh, my...

Józsi, my son. Do you believe
in God?

Not really.

I'm kind of the same.

I told it to him last time,
but frankly.

- To God?
- To Him.

What did he answered?

He said, don't give a damn.

He feels the same way.

- The Lord?
- The Lord.

- He doesn't believe in his own
existence? - No, he doesn't.

He told me the other day
for example:

You know, dear Béla, I believe

there's no such creative force

that could create so many idiots.

Józsi, my son.

Why don't you believe me?

- I do.
- No, you don't.

You don't believe a word I say.

Do you think I can't see it?

I swear he was here.

And I asked him to
tell me but honestly

is it a miracle or a mistake?

What did he say?

And the Lord said: "You are
an extremely huge idiot, Béla."

- That's what he said?
- Yes and he also added:

"You old bastard, do you think
if I ever find out a real good miracle,

would I do that in the communism?

Do you think I would
be so retarded

that I would make a miracle
in socialism?

To have them say there's no God
we told you already.

We made this miracle.

Fuck them, no miracles."

The Lord said angrily.

He had a Long Shot and left.

Dear Vicar.

You think I'm completely idiot.

Son, you don't believe
in the word of the Church?

I believe in this child
in my tummy.

Because it's a fact.
It's here, I hear it, I feel it.

And no one can take this
fact from me!

Nobody! Nobody!

Not even God almighty.

I have only two advices for you.

Get your stuff and get out of here...

No. I'll stay here and
I will remain who I am.

I want to live here as Józsi.
Together with my child.

Praise the Lord!

Can we fire someone
if we want to fire

or... or not?

Not me. I'm protected by the law.

We can fire you anyway.

Just get fired
that he wants to quit.

But I won't quit.

- He doesn't get it.
- He doesn't get it?

He doesn't get it.

You are the chief accountant,
dear Béla. Explain to him.

Listen here, little brother Józsi!

You know that two days before unknown
criminals broke into the TSZ office?

- No.
- They broke into the vault.

And what happened?
They took 100,000 HUF.

And what do I have to do with this?

Nothing... Absolutely nothing.

But do you have any idea

where is that huge amount
of money now?

I have no idea.

- So then make a guess.
- Make a guess.

I don't know.

I'll tell you something.

At home. In your bed.

Tucked into your straw bag.

In my bed?

Of course, you little moron.

I have never seen such meanness.

Józsi! You didn't learned it from
history of your country in school?

I told Béla what they teach
is shit not history.

I'm going home and tell
everyone what you have done.

Don't worry, Józsi!

The district police commissioner
is waiting in front of the house.

You just don't want to give birth
to your only child in prison?

Sign it quickly.

- Just sign it.
- Or have the baby taken away.

And we will forget about this mess.

That's right. Have that
fucking child aborted.

All right then.

All right. Let's celebrate this.

Kiss this this precious boy,
my darling.

- My dear Józsi, darling!
- Drink!

- Drink!
- My little boy.

Drink it Józsi.

Take his hands. Come here.

No! No! No!

Eat!

Dear Béla.

Hello Józsi.

How are you feeling today?

How is the baby?

And you? What do you want from me?

A ghost roams Europe.

Don't be afraid, my son.
There is no afterlife.

Although some idealists try
circumvent this circumstance.

But we fought them.

And this fight will be the final one.

We are illegal right now, son.

Tell me my son Józsi,
are you a committed Rátótian?

- You know your duty.
- You go home and have an abortion.

- No! No!
- No?

You don't accept our decision?

Then you no longer have
a place among us.

Do you understand?

You gonna die, you idiot.

- Could be...
- No, it's for sure.

Ok, sure.

- Well, then?
- Then what?

Are you going to have an abortion?

No I won't.

What will you do then?

I will give birth and surely
die of it.

And the child?

Maybe someone will raise it.

Maybe his father.

What an idiot.

Rátót's sense is not enough here.

Dear Bélas!

I propose to send a delegation
to the county.

And until the answer comes,

we shall suspend Jozsef Toth.

My son, my sweet little son.

What did they do to you?

Are you alright? You not hurt?

Oh, I'm all right here.

It would have been better if
you name me Béla, my mother.

Your father is Béla, your grandfather
was Béla, so your great grandfather.

Enough of it.

- I'm going.
- Where to, mother?

- Going to the king.
- We don't have kings anymore, mother.

Why wouldn't we?

We are not a monarchy,
but socialism.

I know this, my son.

I'm not that crazy.

But there should always be a king.

Otherwise who would tell the people
how to live?

I'm going to see him, if there
is king or not.

He will help us I'm sure.

Hurry then, before it will be late.

I'm hurrying. I'm not going on foot.
I'm riding our Béla.

Good luck, mother.

Rátótians!

I say goodbye to you
on behalf of the delegation,

who were entrusted by the trust
of the village.

Good bye, Józsi.
We'll come back soon.

Hey, young lady.

Young lady, could you please tell me
where can I find the king?

There are no kings here,
my darling.

My Majesty.

Please listen to a poor mother's plea.

Please, listen to me.

I live in Rátót since I was born.

I love my village. But now the it is
about the life of my son and grandson.

That's why I have to betray
those morons.

There wouldn't be any problem,
if only we had some sense.

But the biggest problem is that
our superiors are even more stupid.

That's how it's always been,
your majesty.

Whether we elected country government
commissioner, judge or council president.

Even though we chose the smartest,

as soon as he sat down
in his office chair,

immediately started to degrade
mentally. All of them.

I'm only a peasant's wife,
Your Majesty.

I don't know the reasons for it.

Maybe there is a problem with the
chairs or should be something else.

But they want to beat
my son Józsi to death.

He didn't do any wrong, but
got pregnant despite being a man.

Your Majesty, please help him.

- We are here, at least.
- It wasn't easy.

We've found it.

Uncle Béla, you're the oldest of us.

Entering the room of the president
of the county council, you'll say:

God bless him with all good things
our county council president.

Clear? And you...

After all, it's your son.

And you'll say immediately:
And your lovely wife.

You got it? Let's rehearse.

God bless him with all good things
our county council president.

- Fantastic.
- And you say...

And your lovely wife.

Grand, follow me.

A delegation from the Rátót
is waiting outside.

- What do they want?
- I have no idea.

I studied all the Rátót file,
but I didn't find anything.

The last time was 5 years ago
they filled a request.

- What did they want back then?
- To pave the main street.

What did we reply then?

Nothing.

- Send them in.
- Yes, sir.

Wish I knew what they meant
these things?

Fuck this shit.

And your lovely wife.

I'm familiar with the problem.
Let's do it quickly.

- Do you know?
- Yes, I do.

And what would be your suggestion?

Agree with the paving stones.

- Paving stones?
- Of course, you can do it.

We never would have thought...

József Tóth, the village council
of Rátót

and considering the county council's
relevant directive

has come to the decision that Jozsef Toth
has to be paved with stone from here.

You want to say something
as a last will?

A tractor must go to the
mine for stones.

- Wait, wait!
- What?

Who will drive it? Józsi is the
only one who can drive it.

- Then he must go.
- And if he runs away?

- No way.
- The decision also applies to him.

You go for stone, Józsi!

Here it is.

Read it!

What's this?

According to the seal
it's from the capital.

From the capital?

Village Council of Rátót, Rátót.

Congratulations to have the first
pregnant man in the world.

Presidency of the Presidential Council,
Council of Ministers

and the Hungarian socialist...

What?!

What? Dear Bélas.

My friends. Rátótians.

Today is a glorious day.

Here comes Józsi.
Our Jozska.

He made it first in the
whole wide world.

Thanks to him we got the
very first letter from the capital.

- From the capital...
- Rátótians, my friends!

To the village borders!
Raise the flags!

The pioneers! The kindergarteners!
The orchestra, the choir!

Let's welcome him with such love,

as if he were the president
of the district council.

Long live! Long live!

Dear Mother!

Mother!

Please, get up.

Don't die, dear mother!

I'm here!

It's you?

You? Whose son are you?

Yours, dear mother. So I'm here.

So here you are!

Yes, it's me.

Aren't you happy for me,
dear mother?

- My son.
- Mother, how is life around here?

Is there something wrong, dear?

Wrong? I would not say.

Listen, my son.

I see you have everything.
You even have a backpack.

I would say, go away from here.

Go as far as you can.

Are you chasing me, mother?

I wouldn't say that. But sooner or
later parent and child are separated.

Your life will be better if
you leave as soon as possible.

Go! Hurry!

If someone asks who is your mother,
don't tell them she is a man.

Talk about a woman mother.

Tell the world that your mother is the
most beautiful, who gave you birth.

But why?

Go. You will understand
one day.

God bless you, my dear mother!

God bless you!

Long live!

Long live, Józsi!

Long live!

Be silence!

Our dear Józsi...

Our dear Józsi!

The pride of our village!

Dear Józsi!

The pride of our village!

All hail Józsi! Hail!

Dear Józsi, the pride of our village.

We greet you from the bottom
of our hearts on that occasion

that you carry our child
under your heart.

- The child...
- It's mine. I'm the father.

What am I carrying
under my heart?

My grandchild.

Oh, it's nothing there...

Beg your pardon?

I strained myself.

Isn't this why you are greeting
me so loudly?

But where is the child?

He's gone.

- He's gone?
- Gone.

You bastard!

You scoundrel!

You lost the pride of our village?

The child? You bastard!

Let's stone him! Stone him!

You son of a bitch!

You bastard! What have you done?

What have you done?

Son of a bitch! Bastard!

Dear Bélas! Rátótians!

Don't lose your temper.

Here is the letter that proves

that there not only was but there is
and will be pregnant laddies in Rátót.

The eyes of the world are upon us.

Go home and do it! Run!

Mother, mother!

Don't hide!

I don't want to play hide and seek.

I don't want play this game.