Original subtitles

in cooperation with

a film by Attila Gigor

Yes, I know. There's still something I have to finish...

The Investigator

I know you're there...

I beg you... Please... I'm doing my best to...

I've got so much work to do...

Ok then, I'll be there by 10! There, it's settled, Istv醤, let's hang up...

Casting

Production manager

Shit, there's someone lying on the ground there...

Sound

- Is she dead? - I don't know, but I won't touch her...

- Call the ambulance! - I'm calling, I'm calling...

Costumes

Budapest Police Headquarters

Verdict

Katalin Dupont, born 1975.

Make-up

...fell out under unknown circumstances...

...direct cause of death?

...needed to ascertain accidental...

Editing

Music

Set design

Photography

Co-producers

Producer

Look what I found, Dad, can I keep it?!

Written and directed by

Are we going to get hammered tonight?

Sure. And let's harass some chicks afterwards.

Good afternoon!

Hello, Tibi darling!

Oh, son of a bitch.

Can't get the bastard.

Leave us alone, please!

This rascal with the bazooka always gets me.

I can only hit him with a sniper rifle

but I don't even have the time to look inside the scope...

Shit!

Here we go again.

You're not much of a talker, are you?

- When is your mother's operation? - They won't do it.

So what will happen now?

She will die.

Tibi dear, you don't have to be so honest all the time.

- Would they do it abroad? - We can't afford that.

In two weeks' I'll be in Stockholm for my operation.

I didn't have the money either.

There is a Swedish foundation, you can apply to them.

What do I have to do?

I might have an extra application form,

my grandson printed out five or six for me

so I could make plenty of mistakes.

If you drop by tomorrow, I can give it to you.

- Good night! - Bye!

Sorry.

You're late, Mr. Malkav.

Something important must have happened if you're late.

Yes. My mother is dying.

Of what?

Bone marrow cancer.

I will go to the cinema.

Ok.

Is this supposed to be an invitation?

No.

But you can come if you want.

Will you give me the tickets?

Thanks. I've kept all the important tickets.

In fact, I've kept all tickets.

I've kept all cinema, theatre, concert, museum and fun-fair tickets.

I think I even have my graduation dinner invitation.

All of them?

Yeah.

That's a lot of rubbish.

It's not rubbish at all.

It's very useful. I keep my memories in order.

I can trace back where I was and what I was doing at a certain time

by looking at the dates and events on the tickets.

I bet my past is much more in order than yours.

So now you take me home and we get together?

I don't usually get together.

It doesn't matter.

You could still take me home.

What do you mean you usually don't get together?

Why don't you answer?

I don't like the question.

What do you mean you usually don't get together?

I don't like to be with other people.

That's not good.

We could still go to the cinema.

I'll tell you what.

You go and buy the tickets in the afternoon, for whatever film,

you come to the diner for dinner

and we go to the cinema after closing time.

Why?

So that something will happen.

I don't want anything to happen.

If we don't enjoy ourselves, we'll stop.

It will do you good.

Mehtar ben Jaron, the international mandolin-star...

... arrived to Hungary yesterday.

Music is a bridge between people and me.

I love Hungarians, I love to play for Hungarians.

And Hungarian women, well...

'The Crab Crawls Backwards' That's the name of the foundation.

As we know, crabs crawl backwards,

so when the crab - that is the cancer - moves backwards

it actually advances. So it is cured.

I haven't had much luck in my life

so if I succeeded, anyone could succeed.

Tibi...

It just occurred to me:

I don't want to die yet.

Then you won't.

Do you promise?

I do.

Good.

Name of patient?

Rozalia, Malkav. Age sixty-seven, retired primadonna.

Name of guardian or person representing the patient

in the application procedure?

Tibor Malkav, age thirty-seven, assistant pathologist.

Is the guardian a relative of the patient?

Her son.

I don't understand. Why do you bear your mother's name?

Guardian's mother's name?

Same as the patient's.

Why is your name Malkav, if your mother is also called Malkav?

- I don't know. - Father's name?

That's what I'm trying to say.

I don't know my father. That's why I use my mother's name.

- How touching. - Thank you.

I was being sarcastic. I don't pity you at all.

Guardian's address?

What do you suggest for around six?

Blood Death at 6:15.

I don't know what that is.

A South Korean action-art movie.

That is to say, a German producer bought the rights

of the original American comics and asked a Jewish scriptwriter

to write the screenplay, so he could shoot the film in Hong Kong

with South Korean money, starring Polish actors.

It doesn't matter. Give me two.

Congratulations! You have reached the end of the application form.

If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact our colleagues.

Do not forget: miracles are beyond our reach

and we cannot promise anything.

The most important thing is that the ones we care for know

that we are there to support them.

What are we going to see?

Can't remember. Some art film.

You're wonderful.

Bye then.

Good night.

I had a great time.

Me too.

- What a good film! - Yes.

You hate being with me.

Not at all.

I must be doing something wrong.

No... you're just...

...so strange.

If you want, I'll try to go to the cinema again.

Ok.

Dear Mr. Tibor Malkav,

We are sorry to inform you that we are not able to fulfil

your request at the moment.

Please accept that we had to make this difficult decision

after having considered the age, condition and financial state of the patients.

Do not despair! Have faith!

We fully respect your strength.

Yours sincerely,

The Crab Crawls Backwards Foundation.

Post office customer service, may I help you?

Tibor Malkav.

Someone has read my letter.

It's to be expected, since you've sent it.

The letter was sent to me.

I took it from the letterbox and it was opened.

Do you wish to make a complaint against the postman?

Can't you somehow find out what happened?

Good God, some people really have nothing better to do. Sure.

If you want the police to have some fun, report it to them.

There's nothing the post office can do?

- Like what? - Start an investigation.

Of course! I will summon all the postmen at once

and take their fingerprints! Then I will blind them with a lamp,

stare into their eyes and ask the question:

Did you poke your nose into John Doe's private...?

That's my seat.

I'm not finished yet.

Of course you're not, Malkav.

You're only starting now.

My name is Cyclops. Wonder why...

Don't worry. If you're not interested in what I have to say,

you won't ever see me again.

Can I bring you something, sir?

A coke and a tomato.

Tomato juice?

Tomato. You know, that red vegetable.

You want a tomato with your coke?

Listen sweetheart. I guess there is a kitchen...

...in this gastronomic brothel, I'm sure you can get one.

How many tomatoes would you like to have?

- One. - Right away.

Very kind of you. How's mum?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Who are you?

We spend our whole lives asking ourselves this question:

Who is he? And him? And her? And who the fuck am I?

I am the one who's been following you for about a month,

the one who opens your letters,

the one who knows that your mother will die

if you don't earn a lot of money in very little time.

I didn't know what...

We're having a conversation, for fuck's sake!

Language!

I can leave if you want.

I have to speak with this guy.

I've been looking for a long time for someone who's in trouble

and who has seen dead people before.

I have forty thousand euros, and I want someone killed.

From that money you can even take mum on a holiday after the operation.

From that much, you can even take your sweetheart with you.

Are you neurotic?

My face twitches sometimes.

I see. My hands used to tremble for some time.

It's 'cause you suppress things.

Try painting. Or write a blog.

How do I know I'll get the money?

How? If you give me your word now,

you'll be carrying this bag home.

How much?

Twenty. The first half.

The reward for a job well done is the remaining half.

I'll do it.

Holy cow! You're no small-timer!

You're a real Chinese yakuzee-samura!

Yakuza and samurai are both Japanese.

All the same. There's your cover name: the Chinese.

It could even turn out that I have to be careful with you.

I didn't think we could come to an agreement so easily.

- Are you leaving? - Will you miss me?

I want to know why you wanted a tomato with the coke.

Oh, nothing special. I usually squeeze it into the coke.

Gives it a better taste.

He left?

I would have liked to know why he wanted a tomato with the coke.

He squeezes the juice into it. He says it gives a better taste.

Are we going to the cinema?

Do you speak English or Swedish?

English, a little bit. Not much Swedish.

Ok, no Swedish at all.

Will you help me apply to the Swedish clinic?

Of course. I have the day off tomorrow.

Weren't you refused by the foundation?

I got some money.

How?

Miss!

How?

Please, Miss!

- One? - No. Two.

You might as well make it four if you're going to be this slow.

...14th of August around 9am...

...was found with a barbell on his neck...

How I hate to see this.

Your new guest at least lived to a respectable old age.

- Listen! - Hm?

Are we going to get hammered tonight?

Sure. And let's harass some chicks afterwards.

I worked as a truck driver for a while.

And do you know what I used to do then?

Listen to world literature classics on tape.

There is nothing more beautiful than reaching the outskirts of Ankara

and my favourite actor

just reaches the end of The Name of the Rose.

Then on the way home some chick reads Kalevala or Bridget Jones.

Why don't you do it yourself?

I don't like to read so much.

I mean the job.

Because, Watson, if you can disappear without a trace after the job,

there will be no evidence leading to you, since you have nothing to do

with the victim, therefore you can't turn me in,

therefore they won't find me.

Are you sure the police won't find me?

That's the point!

If there is no connection between the murderer and the victim

and you can successfully escape from the scene,

they will never find your trace.

So if the detectives show up at your place, it's already a fuckup.

I'll call you on this to tell you where and when it should happen.

Your job is to go there and do it.

Doesn't matter how?

I'm sure you can find something sharp at your workplace.

That's him.

Chinese, let me introduce you Ferenc Szirmai.

Memorise his face and then stop staring, or he'll think

we're up to no good.

I'll meet you here ten minutes before closing when the job's done.

I'll call you.

DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS!

Fuck...

...animals always liked me...

Doggie! Hello doggie!

Come here, beauty! Come here!

Easy...

What a cute kitten you have!

That's the one...

Two, maximum three days before you get an answer.

But if you pay the costs, they have no reason to refuse.

Tibi... Where do you get the money from?

Bank loan.

They give a loan for something like this?

Let's go to the cinema.

Ok, but I have to go back to work.

Buy the tickets and we'll meet in the evening.

What do you suggest for around ten?

That you go to the theatre instead. The art of film is dying.

Theatre at least has long been dead.

Are you bringing a woman?

Yes...

Then watch the HN.

I don't know what that is.

Heroes of N醤dorfeh閞v醨

Historical action movie.

Hello...?

Hi, darling, it's me. You'll be working tonight.

What...

Some mandolin guy is playing tonight at the Music Academy.

Grab a knife in your hospital,

then go to the concert, there will be a ticket waiting for you.

Our friend will be there too.

He will go to 36 J髎ika street afterwards.

But tonight...

It's tonight, Chinese, you won't have another chance.

The concert starts at seven thirty.

Name, address: unknown.

...lying in the wolf-kennel...

...found torn to pieces...

You're not finishing it?

After closing time then?

- What? - Are we going somewhere tonight?

Tonight? I'm busy tonight...

We talked about tomorrow, no?

Really?

That's a pity. I'll watch TV then.

What are you going to do?

Nothing really.

Right. So tomorrow then.

Tomorrow.

Well? How do you feel?

Like nothing.

Now really, was it hard?

I had to do it. I did it.

That's for sure, Chinese. For sure. You did it.

Look, at some point we pour beer on our new shoes

and from then on they don't count as new.

So, relax, Chinese. You have nothing to fear.

I'm not Chinese.

To me you are. If you shit purple, I'll just say:

'Look, your shit is purple, Chinese!'

Do you have my money?

Do you want me to give a receipt?

I thought you might want to count it.

No need. I trust people.

You're a funny guy, but I hope we'll never meet again.

My car is here, so get lost!

All right, wait, you idiot.

Some kind of introduction... That they got the application and stuff...

...so your mum can go in a few days already.

That her case is not hopeless and they are encouraging you.

You have to send half of the money to this number

and you can go... and everything for health.

Is this what you look like when you're happy?

Let's go and see the 'Heroes of N醤dorfeh閞v醨'.

- What's that? - A historical action film.

I was thinking we could go for a row in the City Park.

Let's go and see the 'Heroes of N醤dorfeh閞v醨'.

Ok.

Let go of her and grab your sword, lad! The Turks are at the gates!

So soon?! Curses!

When our lands are free from the enemy, we shall dance together on your wedding!

Titusz! Would you go to war without my kiss?

I bought some tabloids so we could talk more easily.

Here's this actor for example...

It says here he broke up with his lover because

he realised he's heterosexual. His partner is also an actor.

Or a TV presenter? I always get them mixed up...

What are their names?

I can't find.

Are they Hungarian?

Sure.

Or maybe not...?

It doesn't matter.

Where are we going?

- Should we go somewhere? - We could.

To a cafe..?

I don't feel like going to a cafe.

Will you show me your flat?

This is where I take my shoes off.

So do you think the Swedish people can cure your mum?

Do you feel like sleeping with me?

I'm not usually concerned with this.

I see.

How old are you?

Thirty-seven.

- You took your time. - I've been with women before.

Have you?

And?

Is it a problem that I asked?

What's the matter?

Dear Tibor, please forgive me for this letter

with which I dare to disturb you, without you knowing me.

But if you read these lines you will realise that our meeting is inevitable

and it will change our lives for good.

My name is Ferenc Szirmai, I am a researcher in physics.

I would not like to bore you with the details

in case you think l'm trying to sell you something.

But jokes aside.

A few days ago I came into possession of some information

concerning my father whom I never knew.

And what I learned served partly as an explanation for the fact

that my mother never talked about the man to whom I owe my life.

Now, at the age of forty-five, I realised that my father

had lived in the same city as me all this time

and that his name was Artur Kertesz.

Their relationship was passionate, therefore short-lived.

My father soon disappeared from our lives to look for a new family

and with them he finally settled for good.

But the reason why I am writing to you is because my father

a few years later got another woman pregnant.

The name of this woman is Rozalia Malkav and their son is called

Tibor Malkav.

I am not mistaken, am I, Mr. Malkav?

You never knew your father, did you?

Therefore you are my half-brother.

I hope that we will soon be able to leave the word 'half',

but what is certain: our lives are attached forever,

and no matter who you are, I am proud to call you my relative.

Below you will find my home phone number.

Please feel free to call me at any time of the day or night,

which ever is more convenient for you.

I am very much looking forward to our first meeting.

With the kindest brotherly regards: Ferenc Szirmai.

Did you know that we've been standing like this for at least ten minutes?

Would you leave now?

Sure.

Will we still go to the cinema?

Of course. There's no problem.

Will you give me tonight's tickets?

Of course.

- Here. - Thank you.

Bye.

Who is it?

Szirmai house?

Yes.

I would like to speak to Ferenc Szirmai.

My husband died last night. What do you want from him? Who are you?

- I just wanted to talk to Mr. Szirm... - Listen, tell your editor that if he sends

another scummy scribbler after me

I will sue your bloody newspaper!

Understood?

I...

Hello, this is Ferenc Szirmai. I cannot answer your call at the moment,

please leave a message.

Good morning, my name is Dr. Ildik?Hart,

I'm a detective from the homicide department.

and this is my colleague, Schwarz.

- Tibor Malkav? - That's me.

Will you allow me to sit down?

Go ahead.

Mr. Malkav, no need to worry, we only came to ask you a few questions.

Does the name Ferenc Szirmai mean anything to you?

Yes.

How do you know him?

I got a letter from him yesterday.

So you know each other.

- No. - You never met?

- No. - You just correspond.

- No. - Do you mean to say that

apart from this letter, you had no connection whatsoever?

- Yes. - What did he write to you?

That he is my half-brother and he wants to meet me.

You are not very shaken by the news, are you?

I am usually not very shaken by things.

Then listen to this: he was murdered the night before yesterday.

Would you tell us what you were doing that night

between 10pm and midnight?

Sir...?

Are you with us?

I was thinking.

Care to share it?

It was Wednesday, the seventeenth.

At eleven past eight I left work

and went to the Fox-trap.

Foxtrap?

That's a diner on the corner of Pilinszky and Hammett,

where Edit Pszotka works, with whom at ten thirty

I went to the Hirad?cinema.

We left a few minutes after midnight.

What did you see?

In general?

In the cinema.

The Heroes of N醤dorfeh閞v醨.

Did you prepare for this conversation?

Until last night I didn't even know I had a half-brother.

Even though you didn't by then.

Mr. Malkav, we will meet often in the near future.

I have to ask you if it is possible that you don't leave the country.

Thank you very much for your cooperation.

Can I ask you something?

Yes?

If I didn't know I had something to do with Ferenc Szirmai until last night

then how did you find me?

As soon as we inquired into the victim's family, we found you.

It's possible that you didn't know about it,

but there were documents lying about here and there

which made it clear that your father was the same person.

And from that moment on, it became our duty to question you.

I have to talk to the man who calls himself Cyclops.

Cyclops?

Yes.

Why?

Because he can only see with one eye.

Well, that's still one more than I have, isn't that right?

That's right.

Hey man, what's wrong with you?

It was a rhetorical question,

it was very rude of you to answer it.

- Sorry. - So, how can I help you?

I met him here yesterday.

We spoke behind the bookshelf.

Oh, that Cyclops.

If I meet him, what should I say, who was looking for him?

Just tell me where I can find him.

What an indiscreet man you are!

If he doesn't want to meet you, you won't find him!

If he comes in, I'll tell him you were looking for him.

Hey, Mister Idiot! You forgot to tell me your name!

Tell him it was the Chinese.

- Yes? - Good morning. I came to talk.

Are you a journalist?

- No. - Then?

Assistant pathologist.

Is this some kind of a stupid joke?

I don't have a sense of humour.

- Who are you? - My name is Tibor Malkav.

Good God... You're Feri's brother?

Come in. I'm sorry, but so many people harass me since...

It doesn't happen every day, in the middle of the street.

So why did you come here after all?

To see how he lived.

Interesting. You don't look like the sentimental type.

- Tell me about him. - What would you like to know?

I want to know who your husband was.

It's all as he left it. I didn't touch anything.

Interesting. You don't look like the sentimental type.

Call lawyer 'Kutya'!

Yes, those are your personal data.

And underneath, your third sibling's, a kindergarten teacher.

Why do you think he was killed?

I suppose he was robbed.

Weren't you told that nothing was taken from him?

Does it make a difference?

Aren't you interested in the murderer at all?

Of course I am.

Just as interested as in the emus in the zoo.

I think I'm a little bit interested in the why.

But who did it, I think is irrelevant.

My husband is dead.

The police will find the murderer.

And they will tell me, together with the guy, why he did it.

Agnes Kertesz?

That's me.

I'm very happy that you came.

Sorry.

You know who I am?

I wouldn't say that.

We have a lot to catch up on.

They always come for her last.

And I am always the one to wait with her.

I secretly hope that one day they will forget to come

and I can take her home.

蓈ike is one of my favourites.

She cannot count on anyone, the way I could never count on my father.

Our father.

Did he ever mention us? Me or Szirmai?

No.

The first time I heard about you was at the reading of the will.

It was there I saw your picture.

Feri was there.

You also got a notification, but you didn't come.

I never got it.

No? Strange.

Why don't you like our father?

He left you and poor Feri without ever turning up again.

But I had to see him day after day, and I had to put up with him

thinking that he could even buy his own daughter.

This is why I became a kindergarten teacher, out of defiance.

I was sixteen when I started to provoke father

with the idea that I would open a private nursery,

where children would be treated much better

than the way he treated me.

And I will build that place.

Hey! Come on!

Give me a kiss!

Bye!

I'm very happy you came to see me.

Why didn't you come to see me?

There are things I still can't face up to this day.

Until now you were one of them.

You talk like my mother.

I have to talk to my mother.

Mr. Malkav!

- Where are you going? - To see my mother.

Please wait here.

- Can I see her? - Do you think this is a good idea?

We will understand each other better than ever.

All right, wait, you idiot.

9, Sz韛 street.

So I suggest you don't get out.

What's all this about?

I got angry.

It was you who came in. You're looking for Cyclops...

And if I don't get any closer to him tonight you'll die.

I don't know how to...

No, please don't...

I suppose you often meet the one-eyed one.

You know I'm in a situation in which

I have nothing left to lose.

So I can choose which one of you kills me, you or him?

One of the two could happen right now.

Tell me where I can find him and l'll take you home.

He has a car dealership in the centre.

He's going to be there the day after tomorrow.

Vincze car sales.

Coming in?

I'm confused.

I think you haven't even defined what you're looking for.

I'm in trouble. I have to get away with it.

I have to get to know who you were. I owe you that much.

That's philosophy.

And philosophy is only good for asking questions

where we don't have to be afraid of getting an answer.

Ask a direct question.

What were you doing here that night?

Who did you come to see?

Dr. Zolt醤 Kutya - Attorney of law

Hello, good morning, I...

I have come to see you about Ferenc Szirmai...

Guess what, Monori,

I had a feeling you weren't here to ask me to the cinema!

Are you Monori?

Yes...

I imagined you differently.

I didn't imagine you at all.

Shall we go inside?

Do you always arrive half an hour before the appointment?

I don't want to be late so I always arrive early.

I think it's your move, Monori.

In that case: my answer is no.

How did you become so fucking confident?

Let's talk about Szirmai instead.

Talk about that idiot with your own dear mother!

Don't think that anything has changed with his death.

You've ruined that marriage anyway!

It's your wife you're afraid of, not your employee.

I've no clue what you're talking about.

Are you completely stupid, or what?

You're not in the position to fuck with me.

We're not talking about any huge sum; you wouldn't feel it at all

but I need every penny.

I don't water my flowers with Evian, you know.

Just pay me and we'll never have to meet again!

Next week.

You're taking advantage of my good nature...

All right then, next week...

Get out of here.

One more question. What has Cyclops got to do with all this?

What the fuck has who got to do with what?

Forget it.

Good morning, Kutya. My name is Karoly Monori.

Who the fuck are you? Stop, you asshole!

Hello.

Malkav. I have to ask something.

Who is Monori?

My husband's boss. He was.

In the Central Research Institute for Physics.

Who are you?

I am... investigating.

I see. Do you have a badge?

Yes.

Then sit down over there. Dr. Monori will be here any moment.

You boys really got into the habit of coming here.

All I see is badges flashing.

How long have you worked for Monori?

About eight months. Why?

Do you know him well?

We discussed all this with your colleagues yesterday.

Ask them and leave me alone.

I'm asking you. What is your opinion of him?

Everyone knows that Karcsi... that Dr. Monori likes women.

That's no sin, is it?

Good morning, boss. The gentleman is from the police.

Shall we go into my office?

Dr. Szirmai was an excellent man in his profession.

Sometimes I thought, even too excellent, if you know what I mean.

No, I don't know what you mean.

He was a great talent, but he could be very baffling

when you had private contact with him.

Did you have private contact with him?

Not much... Not really...

You never knew what he was thinking

when you were talking to him.

As if he always had something on his mind.

He was... Unreliable... As a private person.

Are you reliable as a private person?

- Pardon? - Do you know his wife?

We met a couple of times, but I don't understand...

You had an affair with the victim's wife,

you do your secretary once in a while

and you wear a wedding ring.

Then you reproach the dead for being unreliable.

How...? What...?

Did Szirmai know about the two of you?

You're the first detective who really acts like one.

- You're a very good observer. - Seems so.

Did Szirmai know about the two of you?

He must have suspected. That's when he became unreliable,

started to absent himself. When me and Lili...

I would have married her.

But Feri didn't want a divorce.

You're lying again. You wouldn't have divorced,

because you're afraid of your wife.

This is why you let yourself be cornered by that disgusting

blackmailer you've just seen.

How do you know all this...?

My God...

It was you who saw Kutya this morning...

You told Kutya that you were me... Isn't that against the law?

Sue me.

What has Kutya got to do with Szirmai?

Feri went to see this skunk lawyer regularly for some reason.

And the guy thought he could get some money from me

to keep his mouth shut. That's all I know.

I really have nothing to do with the murder.

I know.

But who is capable of doing such a thing?

Anyone. You just need enough motivation.

Well, it can't be easy for you, Tibi.

The police came to see me.

And?

Nothing.

What do you mean nothing?

They told me what happened to your brother.

My condolences.

Thank you.

What did they ask you?

If I was with you that night.

I showed them our tickets.

They didn't ask anything else?

They told me not to tell you about this.

They almost treated you like a suspect.

What a world...

What...

Ildi.

I dreamt that Robi was still alive.

You could really get a mobile.

It's fucking difficult to get hold of you like this.

Good evening, Mr. Malkav.

Madam.

Good evening.

We don't want to disturb you for long,

we just have to ask you a few questions in private.

You know, there are many ways to draw our attention.

One of them is if to turn up in places where you have nothing to do.

You're our china in the bull-shop, or what.

Tell us, Tibor, why did you harass Kutya and Monori?

- What did you want to know? - I have an alibi.

Yeah. And I have a wife,

except I haven't seen her for six years.

Are you aware that we could arrest you?

You told Monori that you were a police officer.

Did you know that was against the law?

I didn't tell him. I let him believe.

What do you want to know?

Why don't you just sit still on your arse?

I have to find out who he was.

Who?

Szirmai. I have to know who killed him and why.

And you know what's thrilling, Maigret?

At the moment you seem to be the most likely one, alibi or not.

Another reason to find the real guilty ones.

Forget about it, Mr. Malkav.

You're only making your situation worse.

Just wait until we find out what happened.

What did they want?

Who are you, for instance?

I don't understand.

Who is Cyclops?

Cyclops?

You mean it's a coincidence that you appeared now?

I don't understand what I did wrong...

Why did you impose yourself on me?

I did not impose myself on you.

I had a good time with you. You don't talk, you have no expectations...

I saw you and I liked you the way you were!

You appeared and then all of a sudden all this happened...

I don't even know who you are.

Really...?

And what should happen for you to feel you know it?!

When is the point when you lean back and say:

I know who this person is?!

Please welcome J髗sef Szemben, producer at KMH Music

and Mehtar ben Jaron, mandolin player...

You should realise this instead of picking on me.

... the mandolin player is a fake...

I, Artur Kertesz, being of sound mind and body, do hereby declare

my last will and testament:

I designate two beneficiaries apart from my legal inheritor.

I wish that my property be divided into three equal parts.

Since my wife died early,

my daughter, Agnes Kertesz, became my legal beneficiary.

In my will I designate, as further beneficiaries,

my two forsaken loves: Rozalia Malkav and M醨ia Szirmai,

and if they should not be alive any more,

the inheritance should go to our children

of whom I know nothing and with whom I never sought contact.

Forty years ago I had to choose

between the three women I loved.

However I did not. I just married one of them hurriedly.

God's worst joke is that you will always regret

the choice you made.

The missed opportunities will always seem better.

Please don't bear feelings of resentment toward me.

Undersigned, Artur Kertesz, 11 March, 2006.

Did you know about all this?

We have already read the will once

but we did not manage to contact you then.

The future of Szirmai's share is still unknown -

we don't know whether the widow will lay claim to it or not.

What sum are we talking about?

Don't worry, Mr. Malkav. It looks like you will never have to

go back to work if you don't want to.

What's the matter with you?

It doesn't make sense.

Make sense?

You didn't forget that it's Feri's funeral today, did you?

Shall we go together?

I have to change.

I will soon find out who killed our brother.

I have to go now.

Vincze car sales.

This is our best offer at the moment.

- Don't you have it in a different colour? - Not at the moment.

What difference does it make, you'll only go to the supermarket...

How will I park with this? A Mini Morris would be better.

Mini Morris!? A Volkswagen!

You're full of surprises, aren't you?

I underestimated you, Chinese.

I paid you, what do you want?

An explanation. Szirmai is not a stranger. Who commissioned you?

You will never get answers to these questions.

So much the better. This knowledge can kill.

And one more thing.

You have no idea what you're messing with, you faggot!

Great choice, sir. We'll meet again soon!

You?

- Did you expect someone else? - I didn't expect anyone.

Keep this good habit.

Why did you come?

I thought I would take you to the funeral.

What happened to your face?

I fell down the stairs.

I've always wanted a Philip Marlowe for myself.

I don't know what that is.

Feri was always so naive.

Just look at the letter he wrote you.

"Our lives are attached for ever, and no matter who you are,

I am proud to call you my relative."

A soap opera writer would beg for a sentence like this.

So you've read the letter he wrote me.

Why shouldn't I have read it?

Did your husband show it to you?

How did it come to you to play detective?

There is something amiss about the death of Ferenc Szirmai.

If one's husband is stabbed in the neck one night,

it crosses one's mind that there is something amiss.

Do you know Zolt醤 Kutya?

No. No, I don't think so. Would you pull up the zipper?

He was your husband's lawyer.

Oh, of course. I remember now.

We met a couple of times.

You don't have much practice in lying.

How dare you?!

How long were you Monori's lover for? Did your husband know about it?

I never, ever cheated on my husband.

And with whom I fucked during my marriage with Feri

and how this affects him or me is only our business.

We'll sort this out between ourselves.

Right.

But next time don't wait until he gets slaughtered in a stairway.

Maybe he also wanted to take part in your sorting things out.

You're funny.

Let's go.

...though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no Evil.

For the Lord is my shepherd.

Ferenc has left this world for the other one.

Let us pray for the deliverance of his soul.

I believe that he will see the Heavens today,

because the suffering ones will be lifted

and the violent will be crushed.

But do not weep.

As Paul says: The night is far spent, the day is at hand.

Therefore let us cast off the works of darkness,

and let us put on the armour of light.

Let us walk properly, as in the day,

not in revelry and drunkenness,

not in lewdness and lust,

not in strife and envy.

You have no decency in you! Did you really have to come here?

I only asked for a few days...

Fuck! Who the fuck are you?!

What are you doing in this story?!

Lower your voice, we're in a cemetery.

Don't think you can get away with having fooled me.

- What does he want from you? - Listen to me, you piece of shit!

I'll report you to the police!

Stop shouting, Kutya.

Come, I'll take you home.

Very kind of you, but please leave us alone.

We all know why we have gathered here.

Everything is quite messed up.

You run about so much that it is impossible to untie all the knots

you make with the threads of your lives.

Everything I know is merely probable, because I know it from you.

There is one thing that seems certain:

I killed Ferenc Szirmai.

I think it's all about the family

that you never knew about.

If you had started your investigation in time, none of this would have happened.

You have to find the commissioner through me.

A person that can be related to me in some way or another.

Only there are not many of these so far, right, Chinese?

I, on the other hand appeared in a very suspicious moment

of your life, my dear Tibi. Maybe l'm Cyclops's accomplice.

Maybe you should have a look at my acquaintances.

It doesn't make sense.

You confirmed Mr. Malkav's alibi! If you took the pains to put suspicion on him

then why would you clear him afterwards?

Excuse me, colleague, but this is not so.

Malkav didn't know whether his alibi had been confirmed!

Yes. Maybe I just lied that I confirmed your alibi.

Ladies and gentlemen, please!

Why are we looking for the whore in the convent?

The most suspicious element in Szirmai's life is in fact centred

around my own humble person,

meaning that I was or still am his wife's lover.

I have to admit I wasn't too shaken by Feri's death.

Everything points in the direction that our relationship

was rather bad towards the end.

So the question arises, why did I go to see

such a pettifogger like Kutya?

For what other reason but to prove

that the marriage broke up due to the fault of the wife.

So that she wouldn't get a single penny!

Which means that I would have been left with nothing...

and nowhere to go to!

Well not to my place for sure, darling!

So what was our dispute about in the cemetery just now?!

I'm blackmailing you, madam, because I know a secret

and you'd rather die than have it made public!

In this case the secret is nothing else

but that it was me who had my husband killed!

Me! I am the commissioner!

You've become a regular visitor lately.

Szirmai wanted to divorce you, right?

Yes.

And he wanted Kutya to ruin you.

Really? He never let me in on these details.

What is Kutya blackmailing you with?

All right. I've had enough of you.

Answer.

Now you're not only indiscreet, but also obtrusive.

The detective game is over.

I will ask you now.

It's as if you didn't exist.

You're a stranger in every situation.

You're just the kind of guy who goes to the races every day,

knows everything about the horses,

but would never ride one.

I don't go to the races.

I'm afraid I don't know what you want from me.

I want you to explain to me what is it about you that doesn't fit.

A lot of things. What do you want to know?

Let's take a clear example.

Talk openly.

You like me.

Do you think so?

Yes, I think so, for God's sake!

You court me, but you're impossible to have a grip on;

you ask questions, but it's as if a pile of questionnaires were sitting on my sofa!

Sorry, on Feri's sofa.

Tell me, why are you incapable of behaving normally with me?

You are inebriated, madam.

You are an idiot, my dear sir.

Are you expecting someone?

Of course not.

Do you know what's funny?

Every time the doorbell rings

I expect to open the door and find Feri there.

Wait.

I know everything.

Good for you. How many apples would Jimmy have?

I'm sorry.

I have no clue what this unexpected melodrama is about,

but we'll continue in a minute.

Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Detective.

Come in...

...I already have a guest.

Oops, excuse me!

Didn't you say you had a guest?

I meant, solitude.

You're home at last.

I don't want to be alone tonight.

Come over to my place.

We are one family at last.

You said you would soon find out who killed Feri.

Did you?

I don't want to talk about it.

I should get it fixed. Will you help me to park?

Come.

Come.

- You were sure that I would come. - I knew I could convince you.

Because you get everything you want.

No, I take everything I want.

You're not much of a detective!

Come, sit down.

You made me kill Szirmai, and now you want to kill me.

That seems to be the situation.

I would have preferred you got arrested,

then you would also be out of the way.

But by finding Cyclops you didn't leave me another choice.

Isn't it great? Since you committed the murder,

it won't be difficult to prove that you did it.

And you came here

to get hold of the rest of the inheritance by killing me.

So I shot you to protect my own life.

All this for the inheritance?

I am so sorry I had to drag you into it.

I'm so sorry.

You're sorry! I don't get it. Why is it now that you're sorry?

You're not sorry. You wanted everything for yourself!

Now you've got everything for yourself. You're not sorry!

Oh fuck.

- Are you armed? - Yes...

- Take it out. - Calm down. I'll slowly pass it...

May I speak to lldik?Hart?

Department?

Homicide.

Hold on.

Hello?

Tibor Malkav. Here's the address.

Did you get away with me too?

I didn't get away with anything.

But you're not going to prison.

No.

It seems that they believed that you hired Cyclops to kill Feri.

And what the hell did you say to them when they came and you were sitting

over two dead bodies with a smoking gun?

I told them it was self-defence.

It was you who gave me the idea.

I've had enough.

I'll go and see a film with Edit.

In fact, I'll go and see a play with Edit.

I'm sorry I pretended to be a mandolin artist...

It's such a stupid habit that you have to dress up elegantly...

I can't play the mandolin at all...

It's a great relief for me to say this...

Right, I'll wash it off.

Wait...

Don't... my hair...