All language subtitles for Gloomy Sunday. Ein Lied von Liebe und Tod (Sch__bel, Rolf 1999)_BDRip.1080p.x264.AAC5.1_EN

They're coming

- Hello?
- Hello

Mr. Ambassador

It's an honor to welcome you

And a very happy birthday

Thank you

I've often said to my wife
that I must show her Budapest

as long as we are still alive and well

He's been promising that for 50 years

How nice that you've kept the name

I knew Mr. Szabo well

I'm afraid that was before my time

I spent many hours in this restaurant
as a young man

Hopefully not waiting for the food...

And here are your beef rolls

Please play the song

You know, the famous one

It's just like it was

Hans!

- Doctor
- Yes

Make way

That song, it's a curse!

Although it was written for love

For her, sixty years ago

Thank you

Every good restaurant needs a piano

The "Gundel" has a Gypsy band

American tourists think a Hungarian

Restaurant must have Gypsy violins

But if fiddling becomes more important than
goulash, you start neglecting the kitchen

The porkolt Gundel serves these days has
the zoo elephants holding their trunks

The carp in the aquarium would
rather drown than smell it

You should have stayed with your music

So you could have saved on a pianist

Shit!

Hello?

Andras Aradi, I'm here to audition

You're an hour late
We already have a pianist

Let him audition, Laszlo

Please, let him audition,

For me

Thanks

- Can I get you anything else?
- No. thanks very much

Perhaps the gentleman at the piano
could play "Komm Zigan"

When I hear you play,
I regret I stopped singing

You used to sing?

I actually trained

But after two years, I realized
I wasn't good enough for the concert hall

I'm not good enough
for the concert hall either

But you play

I'll play "Komm Zigan"
whenever it's requested

I'll get you coffee

A piano should be nice and shiny
But not a suit

Sorry, it's the only one I have
I could start saving for a new one

I can't wait that long I'll buy you one

If your music makes you rich,
you can pay me back

- Here
- Thank you,

Variation No. 1?

Have you noticed? Our new pianist
has fallen under your spell, too

What do you mean, "too"?

Who else has fallen for me?

I can think of a few...

Variation No. 2

One who's so enthralled, he'd like it best
If you always bathed in his tub

I like things just the way they are

Come, scrub my back

Is that my back?

I can't help it, it's the soap...

It's so slippery

For the German, Table 7

You know what he calls our
Magyar roulade? "Beef roll,"

Him again?
You're a blessing for business

He eats his 'beef roll' here every day
because you bring them

Then let him have them before they get cold

Look, the new small format camera
from Leica

The newest innovation from Germany

See, the film is only 35mm wide and fits
in this little cartridge

The most amazing thing is the
split-image rangefinder

Right now I see two of you, Miss Ilona

Now the images are moving toward each other

When there's only one image,
you're in focus

Good German craftsmanship

Your beef roll is getting cold

Angels don't get older, but they
have birthdays all the same

So they can sip champagne

All the best to you on your birthday,
my angel

How beautiful!

Because every day with you
is like getting flowers

To Ilona!

To Ilona!

To Miss Ilona!

Thank you!

I don't really have anything,
just a little melody

It's not quite finished yet,
but it's just for you

Hands off the piano!

I only wanted to serenade Miss Ilona, too

Our customers can do as they like,
except enter the kitchen, or touch the piano

The melody is so touching
Is it really your own?

Yes

You actually wrote it yourself?

Yes, Mr. Szabo

Then you must play it every evening
No royalties!

Miss Ilona, forgive me...

Wieck, Hans-Eberhard Wieck

This is my last night in Budapest
I wouldn't ask,

but for a strange coincidence

Today is my birthday, too!

Since fate binds us to each other

I wonder if I might photograph you

- Of coures
- Here by the piano?

Goodbye, Mr. Wieck, a safe journey home

Goodbye

- Which way are you headed?
- To the Hotel Duna

Then we'll keep you company a bit

Mr. Aradi, your piece is wonderful
Do you have a title for it?

Yes, it's called "Gloomy Sunday"

What do you think?

A little melancholy, but pretty

We should record it
With the title gold on red on the label

Miss Ilona,

Would you be my wife?

What, right now?

Come with me to Berlin
It's the most exciting place on Earth

Germany has awoken

And it's time you went off to sleep

I've started my own company I'm going to
export German craftsmanship all over the world

I'll create the biggest import-export
company in Germany, just for you

I'm sorry I laughed

Miss Ilona, I love you

Please, marry me

No

I go this way, Good night!

Good night, sleep well

Good night, And thank you

Good night

He wrote you a lovely song
I told you he'd fallen for you

And I for him, a bit

Don't worry about me

I've always said
everyone must be free to decide

I'll just keep walking,
That will make it easier for you to decide

It's a strange song

As if someone were saying something
you don't want to hear

But deep inside you know it's the truth

I have to go now

Herr wieck! Herr Wieck!

Heartache is a terrible thing, I know

You must try and think
of the good things in life

Our Magyar roulade, for instance!

The beef roll you love so much!

Do you want to know the recipe?

You cut a nice tender fillet into thin slices
then you melt butter in the pan

Just as the butter starts to release
its aroma, add a garlic clove

But whole!

So the butter gets just a mild touch
of garlic Then add the fillets, and saute

Do you remember the filling?

Ham...

Good Hungarian ham and cheese,
sliced very thin

And then, when you cut
a slice from the roulade...

Your tongue is tantalized by
three separate tastes

They are so different,
and go so well together...

that with the next bite, you'll be sure
and have all three on the fork

Ham and cheese, it was good

Budapest-Berlin Express ready
for departure form Track 1

That'll be the right one

Laszlo...

Don't say anything, Come on

You, and your beef rolls
have given me back my life

I'll never forget it

Saving someone else from drowning was the best
thing that could have happened to me last night

I'll get you back for that
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

A blind and toothless restaurateur
would be pretty useless

The same goes for import-exporters!

You're right Survival of the fittest

That's not what I meant, Darwin's animal

theories don't have to apply to us

Animals behave like animals,
people behave like people

Or at least, they should

We'll meet again

Don't tell Ilona I jumped into the Danube

[ Skipped item nr. 180 ]

Sleep well?

Good morning

I borrowed some sugar

- I thought you'd like some in your coffee
- Yes

The portfolio is from my
conservatory professor

It was a parting gift

"It's a poor pupil who doesn't
overtake his master"

He was convinced that one day
I would be a famous composer

He was wrong

You might still be, one day

Play for me

Only if you'll sing for me

I only sing when I'm alone

I'm not alone now

Just look at this!
Look how thick the peel is

They'll cook up mealy,
only good for mashing

Well then, mush them!

So, what's it going to be?

I'm not paying 20 Filler a pound
for mealy potatoes!

Why don't you open up
I'll be there in a minute

You go ahead

I want to be here if you're going
to be talking about me

We have to talk

Why not?

- It won't help
-What would then?

I don't know

I've known Ilona for four years,
and I'm slowly realizing...

Everybody would like it all

something for the body,
something for the soul

Something that fills you up,
something that makes you hungry

And Ilona takes just that
A Laszlo, and an Andras

I'd still rather have a part of Ilona
than on Ilona at all

What about the potatoes?

10 Filler

They're from Vienna They came for a concert

They were talking about making
a record of the violin solo

So?

Ah! Vienna

Bring them coffee and schnapps
I'll do the rest

When Ilona brings thoes gentlemen
coffee, play your song

Nice suit

There you are

- Your health, gentlemen
- Cheers

Budapest...

That's Budapest...

Would you care for anything else?

Tell me, what is that music?

Goes straight to the heart, doesn't it?
Our house pianist composed it himself

Really! Does the tune have a name?

It's called "Gloomy Sunday"

I take it you're closed on Sundays?

No. we're never closed

I'm Mr. Novak,
director of the Lindstroem Record Company

We'd be honored if you and the composer
would join us later for a glass of champagne

With pleasure

The fact remains: the composer and
the composition are unknown

We'll have to give the radio directors
something so the record gets played

That could be interpreted as bribery

It's only bribery if it's not enough
One could slip something

to someone at the radio station

But it would have to be deducted
from the composer's royalties

Half of it

Pardon?

Half from him

It's an investment, and investments
should be split honestly

Fair enough, that's do-able
Royalties are 6%

I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you
You said, 12%?

Twelve percent!?

Franz Lehar earns that much!

But with an operetta, you have to
pay singers, and the orchestra

If one of those 70 people gets a toothache,
you'd have to postpone the recording

Enough already, eight

Ten

Nine

And it has to say on the label that
"Gloomy Sunday" originated here

- That can be done
- If it fits!

Mr. Schwitz!

So we're agreed

Allow me to go get a very special bottle
of champagne vintage 1928

Permission granted

Mr. Torresz left his portfolio, with a note

"The song was lovely
Thanks very much, I must go now"

Thanks are fine, paying is better

He was acting so oddly this evening

Excuse me, Mr. Szabo You're so worldly,

I'm just a pianist...

Don't say things like "just"

A lot of artists have an impresario,
who gets 10% for their trouble

Would you be my manager, for 10%?

Please

Mr. Aradi, I can't charge a fee
for helping a friend, now can I?

Thank you, Mr. Szabo

Thank you

Good morning

Were you out celebrating
with the music publishers?

Just a liqueur

More than one, it looks like

Are you here to pick us up?

I wanted to ask you something You and Ilona

The record will be made in Vienna

Would you like to come along?
You and Ilona?

Vienna!
Laszlo, let's go to Vienna!

- That's impossible
- Why?

- We'd have to close the restaurant
- Only for a day!

You could do it just once, Mr. Szabo

Please, Let's go to Vienna
The three of us, For me

No. I won't close the restaurant
Not even for a day

There'd have to be a real reason
If the great Flood were coming, maybe

- That's Mr. Torresz!
- He hanged himself

The song was lovely
Thanks very much, I must go now

The radio!

Our song is on the radio!

Come listen, Please!

That was "Gloomy Sunday", Written
and performed by Andras Aradi

The song got its start in
'Restaurant Szabo' in Budapest

Did you hear that?

Yes

Thanks

So strange!

Nothing can stop it now

My song is travelling the world

And sending home royalties

Yet I feel I can't let go of it yet

As if it still has something
to tell me: a message

But on matter how hard I try,
I don't understand it

Don't try too hard, or you'll never get it

What does that mean?

It's like trying to sing a high "C"
If you push too hard, you can't reach it

I understand that about as well as
I understand the song's message

You don't want to understand

But you said I shouldn't
try to understand it

Just give up,

A musician's bailiwick
is the heart, not the head

I'll take emotions over business any time

You Jews are always thinking about haggling

True,

The question remains whether others are
too refined to haggle or simply too stupid

Stop arguing!

We're supposed to be celebrating

Easy for you, you've got all you need

You have two men,
and each of us only half a woman

Right

Whose fault is it that we argue...

And suffer!

And suffer!

It's about time that was said!

Exactly

What are they doing out so late?
They should be in bed

Hungary withdrew from the
League of Nations today, for Hitler

If that's a reason to celebrate,
there's worse to come

Them and their German masters

They marched right into Austria
Right into Vienna itself

You were in Vienna, with Ilona

for three whole days

Yes

You're fired

Your songs are too sad for me anyway
I'll hire a gypsy band,

Aradi, if we're going to sleep
together in one bed

let's drop the "Mister"

Laszlo!

Andras

Andras, Andras, You're re-hired

The poor gypsies

Ilona, we're very sorry

No. it's my fault

You're both unhappy And I am too

I can't do this anymore We must split up

Both of us, I mean, all of us

No. no

We're, we're not unhappy

- Only sometimes
- Ilona...

We need you and you need us

Both of us,

Something for Miss Ilona

- From a bro a
- For me?

- Goodbye
- Goodbye

It's from Mr. Wieck

He also sends regards
to his dear friend Laszlo

What eles does he have to say?

"Forgive the delay with the photograph
But it turned out beautifully

When I look at it,
I'm reminded of Budapest...

and especially of you, Can you
remember what I said to you?"

What did he say?

That's personal

"I'm very busy, My company is
expanding with the German Reich

Germany is becoming 'Greater Germany' for we
are a people without enough room of our own"

Other people don't have room,
but they don't start wars

I think he means it in an economic sense

Mr. Szabo, telephone

I think he means just what he wrote

Szabo here

Yes, "Gloomy Sunday" was composed here

It's played every evening

At 8 o'clock? Our pleasure

That was the boss's son from Mendel
lndustries He reserved a table for six people

Mendel?

Mendel! Steel and textiles

They employ at least 30,000 people

And they have three villas
in Budapest alone

So what about us, the three of us?

I'll give you both another chance

There are a lot more than six

Dear Heaven, Pull up another table
And we need more chairs

Good evening, Mr. Mendel

Mr. Szabo, My sister

It's an honor to welcome you Please come in

Would you write something,
Professor Tajtelbaum?

You'll be the first
mathematician on our wall,

I can praise the restaurant,

but how could you put pork on the menu?

No one's forcing you to eat it, Uncle,

He's even open on the Sabbath,

I never close, Prof, Tajtelbaum,

not on the Sabbath or on Sundays,

not on Christmas or passover

Can I get you anything else?

Perhaps a kosher pear brandy?
On the house, of course,

Yes, thank you,

Was everything satisfactory, Mr. Mendel?

I must tell you how happy I am
that my sister insisted we come here

Your braised pike was sheer poetry
Maybe even better than Gundel's

My brother is right about the pike
Don't be angry, Mr. Szabo,

but the best thing this eveing
was "Gloomy Sunday"

It has the perfect balance
of bitter and sweet

- Does the song have lyrics?
- Not yet

It doesn't need words,
it already speaks to me

Would he play it again?

Who could refuse a request
from such perfect lips?

- Mr. Aradi?
- Yes

Excuse me for bothering you,
You are the composer of "Gloomy Sunday"?

Yes

May we take your picture?

Of course

It's a very successful piece of music

on the five suicides in Budapest
in the last three days?

All five had your song playing

All young people from good families,
with their future ahead of them

Can you explain why, after hearing your song
they didn't want to live anymore?

Can you explain it?
Say something!

- What's wrong, Ilona?
- what's keeping Audras?

He'll get here

But he's never late

In the back on the left, please

Maybe he's read about the suicides

Five deaths, it will upset him

But there are two sides to every coin

What?

The telephone rang all morning
We've been fully booked since eleven

What if he hurts himself?
We must go look for him

We can't, the wine delivery

ls more important, of course!

Where on the left?

Ilona!

Ilona!

These are rare wines! Not even
Gundel can boast this assortment!

Wines like that don't come cheap

Take your break later

We'll take one later, too

Andras!

Andras!

Do you know where Andras is?

- I think at the bridge
- Thanks

Ilona! Did you find him?

Ilona!

Are you going all the way to Vienna?

Over there!

- Cursed song!
- Andras, no

I'll never write music again

Five people dead, and it's all my fault

It would be better if I were gone

Don't think like that
You didn't ask them to do it

You just made their farewell more pleasant

But why do people want to die
listening to my song?

Maybe it has something to do with
the message you talked about

Have you figured out
what the song is trying to say?

No.

You see, you still have something

left to do in this world
If anyone jumps, then all three of us

It's still too cold

What's that?

It stops the heart

But I don't need it anymore

Still, it's safer with me

We need to get going

Our German brothers-in-arms continue their
victorious advance into Western Europe

Fuhrer and Chancellor of the Reich,
Adolf Hitler has praised his troops

And here's another man
with reason to celebrate

the composer of "Gloomy Sunday",
a wildly successful recording

But its magical tones have driven...

157 people to suicide in the last
8 weeks, in Hungary alone

The tune's gruesome march
across Europe continues

And the song has conquered the world

New York's smart set has taken
to driving their Studebakers...

into the Hudson, with a portable
phonograph on the front seat

"Gloomy Sunday" may be
bringing death to many

But it's brought wealth to one its composer

- Hans!
- Laszlo

Here in Budapest!

It would be better if you called me
'Colonel' in public

Pardon me? Colonel, sir

Not when we're alone, of course
Colonel is for the others

I have been looking forward
to your beef roll

Nobody in Germany makes them like you

Sit down, I'll put the order in

I know on one is allowed
in your sacred kitchen

but just once I must see
how my beef roll is made

I see the gigolo's still here

Laszlo, what is it?

Good evening, Miss Ilona

Good evening, Mr. Wieck

He's now called 'Colonel'

You've changed, Colonel

You haven't not a bit

I've gotten married, by the way

My wife, and my little daughter

So sweet Both of them

You don't seem to have supply problems

- Are you in Budapest on business?
- You could say so

- lmport-export?
- I currently represent a some what larger organization

Don't believe everything you hear
about us, I'm with the 1st Cavalry

We're horsemen, sports comrades, you know?

Things look different when
you're high in the saddle

The roulade

Welcome back to Budapest, Hans

One advantage of the delays
in achieving final victory

What about candles?

The candles have all been seized

And what do the ones cost that were
missed during the requisitioning?

Double the price

I'm going to get flowers, Hopefully
they haven't all been requisitioned

You're composing again What is that?

The lyrics for "Gloomy Sunday"

Still searching for the message?

"With a last breath I return to my home,

safe in the land of the shadows I roam"

Promise me that you won't do it

Not so long as I have you

I'll order for you, Lieutenant Colonel, sir

Colonel

We'll have two of the meat roll,
and a bottle of good red

After our meal, We'd like to hear the song,
you know which one

- Professor, you're leaving already?
- Yes, good night

Is this a Jewish restaruant?

It's certainly a good one

A death's-head on their caps, of all things

With good reason
It means they're open for business

Well, every business has some
good apples and some bad apples

The death's-head becomes them both

You should talk!

You Christians with your cross:

an execution instrument,
and a gruesome one!

Why are they whispering?

That one's a Jew, I can smell it

Forget the Final Solution tonight
Tonight's about beef roll

and nobody makes them like that man

Thank you, no, I've had enough

Good night

Watch your step, Lieutenant Colonel...

Now that's a song with heart and soul!

Only the Germans have it,

it comes from the north,
not creeping in from the south

We Germans can abandon ourselves to life,
because we have heart and soul

- The Jew pig attacked me
- Get a grip on yourself!

I'll make mincemeat out of the filthy Jew!

I'll make mincemeat
out of all Hungarian Jews

With paprika sauce!

Take the It, Col, to the hotel

Taxi!

I'm sorry, Laszlo Eichbaum's obsessed

I'm really sorry

- Thanks, Hans
- Don't mention it

Remember
'an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'

Shouldn't I come along?

Hans, please, make sure Ilona gets home

Let's go, drive!

Thank you for helping Laszlo

Of course That's what friends are for

It's been a long time

Since we walked along here together

And, have you created Germany's
largest import-export company?

Not yet, You wouldn't listen back then

I won't be able to do it until you've
answered my prayers, you know that

And your wife?

I thought German honor meant being faithful

So much for the deaths-heads

But you saw, there are good and bad

Maybe

A drop of something medicinal
would speed the healing

Thank you for bringing me home

Andras...

she would have gone home with you today

What I've told you is in strict confidence

I'm doing it for Laszlo,

and for you

Ilona,

I love my wife,
I would never, you know with another woman

But with you, It's not another woman

It's an angel

I'm not quite sure, but I don't think
angels do things like that

Are you sure?

We heavenly ones tend to be
rather conservative

Is it very painful?

Not enough to make us close the restaurant

I heard the Germans want to kill
all the Jews in Hungary

I've heard something like that, too

But I know it, Laszlo
For a fact, Hans told me

My father was Jewish, and my mother
which makes me a Jew

But who thinks about it?

If my parents had been lroquois,
then I'd be an lroquois

And how do they plan to do it? There
are over half a million of us in Hungary

Our German brothers-in-arms
will be thorough

Their attitude is 'apres nous le deluge'

Yes, and we know that, so we can say
"Gentlemen, apres votre deluge, nous"

For argument's sake,
say I put the restaurant in your name

You make me manager,

and apply for a permit which says
I'm part of the war effort, Hans will help

I'll transfer everything to your name
and then nobody coa take it

And after they've all conquered themselves to
death, we go to the notary and put it all back

Exactly

after the Flood...

Apres le deluge, nous'

Good afternoon My name is Ilona Varnai

I have an appointment with Mr. Wieck

The Colonel is in a meeting
Please take a seat

Excuse me, isn't this the Mendel villa?

It's now the center for property assessment
We provide whatever the Reich needs

- Have you finished the last pages?
- Yes

Miss Varnai! So nice of you
to come visit me

Good afternoon

I'll be with you right away

The most important thing now is to get
your relatives out of the camps

That wouldn't be necessary
if you hadn't taken us to camps

Cigarette?

By decree of the Reich, all Budapest

Jews must be interned in labor camps

But I can guarantee you and your family
safe passage to a neutral country

Your offer of 600,000 dollars in nothing

The factories alone
are worth at least 60 million

I don't think that demand is in
the best interests of your family

I'm sorry, but I'll have call
It, Col, Eichbaum and inform him...

that we were unable to reach
agreement, It's up to him from there

Under these circumstances,
600,000 dollars is acceptable

Let's sign it then

I'm sorry you had to wait

A glass of champagne?

No. I have a favor to ask

Anything for you
I Made a very lucrative deal today

Would you get us a permit?

Won't you call me Hans?

Hans, could you get us a permit making
Laszlo necessary to the war effort?

And what do I get in return?
A joke! Of course you'll have the permit

Come in

Colonel, your urgent letter
to the Reichsfuhrer SS

Yes?

I typed it exactly as you wrote it

Good

If I may call your attention to the fact

that the Duden dictionary says
there is no hyphen in endorsement obligations

- Frau Haberle,
- Yes, Colonel, sir?

It is I, and not Duden, who will
decide how and what you write

Heil Hitler, Lolonel

Andras, What are you doing here?

And what about you?

You were inside for 57 minutes!
I guess two men isn't enough for you

ls one Aryan better than two Hungarians?

Hans...

Colonel, sir

I must thank you for all you've done

Yes, yes, enough of that
We'd like the beef roll

Our Magyar roulade, is an outstanding dish
But perhaps you should try something else

For example, lstvan has outdone
himself with a superb Dan be catfish

Very kind, but we'd like the beef roll

Colonel, it pains me deeply
I'm afraid roulade is unavailable today

That's terrible - how will I look now?

Then bring us the best you have

But no fish

At your service

- And that's enough of "at your service"!
- Not at your service, then

- Hans is acting strangely today
- Do you know who the other one is?

I think it's Colonel Schnefke
He does the same thing in Bohemia

and Moravia that Hans does in Hungary

They're colleagues, so to speak

Eichbaum's only thinking about
his Final Solution

But why destroy what you can sell?
He just doesn't understand

So he can't find out about
our little "transactions"

He won't, He has his hands full
trying to win his war

We can make our preparations
for the future undisturbed

But we must be careful
not to stray too far outside the law

Of course, But the beauty and vibrancy of
the law lies in its flexible boundaries

To your health, Colonel

Colonel, sir

- That's quite a woman
- She certainly is

- We still have the transportation problem
- I might just have an idea

What's entering Germany
in large quantity at the moment?

Coffins!

Our wives arrange good burial

After all, dear cousin has given his life
for Fatherland and Fuhrer

May I get the gentlemen anything else?

Szabo, you tell a joke for a change
Even a Jewish joke...

we're very tolerant

There was this commandant in
a concentration camp, named Muller

And he had a glass eye

When the mood struck him, Commandant
Muller would call over an inmate...

to prove to him the quality
of German craftsmanship:

If the prisoner could tell him
which of his eyes was fake, he was spared

If the prisoner guessed wrong, he'd be shot

Jakob Korngold took a look
at the commandant, and said

'Why, my Commandant,
the left one is the glass eye

'How did you figure it out so quickly?'

Whereupon Jakob Korngold said
'You see, my Commandant,

'it's the one that favors me
with a kindly look'

Good joke, Szabo

Very good joke

And now, you, play the famous song for us!

The song, please

Didn't you hear me?

What are you waiting for?

Watch what happens now

Play

Gloomy Sunday, not long until evening...

In dark shadows, my loneliness grieving

Eyes closed, and before me you go,

But you sleep, and I wait for morrow

Play it for me

I see figures, and send you this plea

Tell the angels to leave room for me

Gloomy Sunday

So many Sundays, alone in the shadows,

I will go now with night, wherever it goes

Eyes glisten as candles burn bright

Weep not, friends, my burden is light

With a last breath I return to my home,

safe in the land of the shadows I roam

Gloomy Sunday

He used my gun

Ilona!

That wasn't what I wanted I'm so sorry

ls there anything I can do to help?

Yes, Hans, there is

Can you get me papers to leave Hungary?

Of course But you don't have to leave

I fear I do I'm finally coming to believe
you Germans are in deadly earnest

As long as I'm here,
nothing will happen to you

Don't worry

But, we could save a few of your people

My people?

I mean Jews

Of coures, getting them out will cost...

jewelry, silver, gold Even currency

But only Swiss francs and Dollars

No genguis and No Reichsmarks
to cover expenses

I see

We can keep people from going up a chimney

Germans have such lovely expressions

blitzkrieg, going up a chimney So vivid

You picture someone being shoved in
at the bottom and floating out at the top,

with wings on their back

Is that supposed to be funny?
Angels coming out the chimney?

What's happening here is hell!

You're right, And the devils
are increasig in number every day

$1000 per person is the minimum
that's really not much

If a person is 27 when they leave
the country, say, and lives to be 70

Then they've had 43 years,
or 516 months more of life

So it works out to less than
$2 a month for their lives

- What rent alone costs
- We can forget it

Then it won't cost your friends
anything, except their lives

Bring anyone who's interested to my villa

But not berfore 6 p, m,
and not more than three at one time

Make sure they cover up the yellow star

And you don't need to worry Your
name is at the very top of a list of people

who will not be subjected to special
treatment unless I expressly approve it

"Special treatment"
another one of those words

I think I just understood
the message of "Gloomy Sunday"

That Andras was always seeking?

I think the song says
every person has his dignity

We get hurt, We get insulted

And we can stand it as long as we can
hang on to a last shred of dignity

But if one bucket of shred of dignity
perhaps it's better to depart this world

To leave...

but with dignity

Who says you have to go?

You can stay, and fight for happiness

There are those who can

Andras wasn't one of them

Mrs, Tajtemlbaum

I'm sorry, excuse me, Colonel

Take them for a new start in Switzerland

I'm so grateful to you

Calm yourself,

Perhaps you can return the favor someday

I'd like to

When times change, don't forget
to mention who saved you

I will, I won't forget

Please forgive me,

But I have an uncle,

Professor Moishe Tajtelbaum,
He was a member of the Jewish Council

I'm sure he'd be just as grateful as I am

Then send him to me

He was rounded up yesterday

I'll see what I can do

Radio London, Radio London

German troops In Poland
are withdrawing along the Vistula

The Red Army is advancing toward Hungary

Mr. Szabo!

A money order for you, Mr. Szabo,
and for Miss Ilona

Who would be sending us money?

The Lindstroem Record Company
There's also a letter

Thank you

Dear Miss Varnai, dear Mr. Szabo,
Our dear Mr. Andras Aradi...

left instructions that, after his death,
royalties from "Gloomy Sunday"...

be paid to you in equal shares

Enclosed please find the current
semi-annual statement, Yours sincerely

I'm beginning to like it too much

Laszlo!

I want to take all my baths in your tub!

I better check whether
they've delivered the potatoes

Where does Laszlo Szabo live?

Third floor

Where is Laszlo Szabo?

He's not here I don't know where he is

Open up!

Laszlo Szabo?

Wait! It's a mistake!

I'm the owner here He's my manager

Mr. Szabo has a special permit, he's needed

Not anymore

Go!

Esteemed Lieutenant Colonel
Eichbaum, dear comrade,

I here by give approval for special
treatment for the following persons

Hochhauser, Aaron Jeinmann, Samuel

Mosche, Rea Friedlander, David...

Schweiger, Aviva and Kaplan, Simon
Heil Hitler, Lolonel,

Strike Kaplan, he paid

Should I re-type it?

Yes

Then perhaps, if you don't mind...

What?

I'm supposed to type just what you wrote but a
few things disagree with the rules in the Duden

Duden, Duden, Duden Forget the Duden!

It will be our downfall!

Heil Hitler! Of course
Wonderful

Germany must finally be Duden-free

Duden-free and "Juden" -free

No rules, no Jews,

No Jews!

Hurry up

Hans!

Hans!

Hans!

They've taken Laszlo! Just now

What's going on?

- You have to help him!
- Calm down

I'll help, don't worry, I'll help him

You must help him, for me

Of course I'll help him

Naturally I'll help, Anything for you

It's alright

- Lieutenant Colonel, Sir
- Colonel

- How are you?
- Fine, thank you, Have a seat

I don't want to keep you

Has the Auschwitz transport left yet?

No. they're loading right now

I need a special dispensation
Someone was put on the list by mistake

Who is it?

Heil Hitler

Tajtelbaum

Professor Tajtelbaum?
Come with me, hurry

I'm risking my life getting you out

I'll take us to safety

Dear Ilona,

I now hear clearly what
"Gloomy Sunday" is saying

I won't wait for the last bucket of shit
I will do as Andras did

I never really learned to fight,
and anyway, it's too late

Don't be sad that it didn't
turn out as we'd hoped

Hang on now: 'apres le deluge, tu!'

Grass is growing over you already

You can't imagine how very much I miss you

I miss you both so much

Laszlo is dead, just like you
He doesn't even have a grave

His friend Wieck sent him up the chimney

He only saved those who could
help him after the war

He planned it well
He's a businessman Damn him to hell!

I have to go and set the tables

I'm re-opening the restaurant today,
so wish me luck

Wish us luck 'Apres le deluge, nous'

Hans-Eberhard Wieck is dead

The corporate executive died this evening
in Budapest of heart failure

All Germany mourns
the passing of a great man

During the second world war,
he saved more than 1000 Budapest Jews

After the war, he built Germany's largest
lmport-export firm from scratch

Gloomy Sunday was played that he liked song

He wished to celebrate
his 80th birthday here,

scene of such fond memories

All the best to you on your birthday, Mama