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THE CORPORAL AND THE OTHERS

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What a soldier!

This is a real soldier!

Halt!

Written order?

Stand fast! Long live Szálasi!

Special messenger service. I'm looking for the 4th Border Guards.

- Turn right at the crossroads. - All right. To the right.

Standfast!!

Standfast!!

Hey!

What are you doing here? Come here!

Special messenger service, sir.

You are Arrow Cross, right?

Sir, the Arrow Cross can go to hell, sir.

I would deal with them if the Nazis weren't here.

The Nazis!

Captain, they can go to hell as well, all of them but us!

You're mistaken, son: us, we're already deep in hell.

Move on!

Do you have a battery, master?

Mine has a hole in it and the acid is leaking.

The 27th.

Hey, you have a lock-jaw, pops?

I have an open order, it can harm you bad! Do you have a battery?

Six volt battery, you see!

I see. We'll check, but first we must finish the job.

I really don't care, I need to rush, I've got no time.

Listen to me, old chap...

What are you staring at?

The battalion's payroll is with me. Today is payday.

I have an open order!

You foul my food, you swine!

This is an outrage!

Idiot!

I'll show you the paper.

Idiot!

- Master, I've got more than cash... - I'll bring the battery.

Finally.

Don't we have enough as it is? It'll be midnight when I get home!

We'll finish this one just yet.

- Where're you headed, kid? - To Palhaza, where my mother lives.

Haven't had news from her since a week.

Well, you do this job, I'll take you home. Alright? Come on!

Berki!

Nice blanket...

They left the wounded behind after looting the Miskolc hospital.

Swines...

- There's a shooting at the river. - They said they'd never get here.

But they got here all right. As we did to the river Don.

But this is more embarrassing.

What do you have here?

This will please the wife.

I'll serve the dear customer!

You could give me more. What did it cost you?

As much as the battery for you.

Halt!

Come here!

Come on, come on.

I beg to report, sir...

You must report to the commander of the Storm Unit in the castle

at the lakeside.

Sir, I have to report, I have the battalion payroll. I'll be hanged.

Repeat the order!

I report that I must report to the commander of the Storm Unit

on the right at the lakeside castle.

Who's this one?

I beg to report he is the commander's son. He's deaf and dumb.

To the right, they said!

If I had always done what was ordered, I wouldn't be here.

Keep right!

The Storm Unit.

What's up, kid? Why do you fret?

- Why did you hide it there? - To save it from the rain.

Damn the Storm Unit!

Who wants to be ordered into action?

These grenades would be too valuable to throw to the Russkies...

- You should tell the commander. - Tell what?

The truth. That you are a messenger carrying the money.

You mean the battalion, huh?

Do you know where they are? They're encompassed at Buda.

Three of us barely managed to slip out of the quagmire.

The other two didn't dare to come this way.

What are you looking at, what are you?

Too much for my retirement?

After three years in the front line?

Look at that! The brats are pulling out. Then we can put it all back.

That's right, dear Mathias Rex. Kindly retire back to your cottage.

- What's the matter, kid? - Let's be off! They'll leave us here.

Well, and who wants to go with them, huh?

Scram!

Come on!

What on earth is that?

Son, where have you been living? It's a knocker.

You can knock with this at trendy places.

You wish to see someone?

Don't fool me, old chap. Hey!

The baron and his family have left the building.

I have no authorisation.

Besides, I'm leaving for Buda to Úri Street where my brother,

- who has a very good place... - You're going nowhere.

Úri Street is closed down due to shootings.

This is no way to behave in this house.

Would you show me the right behaviour?

You would need years to learn.

You appear to be lacking basic training.

Shut up!

What's your name?

My master, the elderly Baron Dexler called me Albert.

The baroness called me Mon Albert. The young baron said Don Alberto,

and the old lady called me Old Chimp.

That's the best one.

As you prefer, sir.

Is anybody here at all?

I can assure you, sir, that the house is empty.

Sir...

If you try to foul me, I'll bash your head in.

You don't understand joke even from the reverse side.

As Plautus put it so well in the Miles.

You are an educated man, Albi.

Thank you, sir.

If you want to steal anything,

I must warn you,

that all properties here were left for me by the baron.

Everything here is mine.

- Is there a bathroom here? - In each suite there are two.

Come on!

You can't take anything away from here.

I won't recommend you to wander on the roads, because you'll get

your skin punctured.

Be thankful that I look after you.

Thank you, sir.

Off with you!

One goes, another comes. Like predators.

A fine man...

One who lacked a cultured upbringing...

This is the wardrobe chamber.

Terrible smell here!

Yes, the moths.

This place has always been draughty, sir.

Come out!

Hey! Come out!

Look, the son of a baron, with the face of a peasant.

Up next to him!

- Do you know them? - Sorry, I never met them.

How do you do?

My name is Albert.

Sweet Lord damn you all...

Where did you want to go in this unhealthy weather?

Please... We work around here in the forestry.

We took shelter here for a while.

- We took shelter... - You did.

You appear to be mighty well-dressed woodcutters.

Where is your unit, you swines?

- We're tired... - From chopping wood, you mean?

The forest is big, don't you believe?...

Where is your unit?

Corporal, we beg to report...

Corporal!?

Why don't you report, corporal?

Corporal!

Where are you? I want to see you.

Open it!

So, why don't you report, corporal?

To a truant?

It doesn't work, I can't go on...

Three of us are left from the battalion.

Or do you think it's time for everybody to croak, eh?

What else do you want, corporal?

Aren't there enough Hungarian corpses?

There's quite a variety we have. Small corpses, big corpses...

Come on, don't just glare, fire!

I don't waste the bullet.

- The blast... - It's a pity.

- Any drinks on the premises? - Yes... Sir.

Maria Theresia Brandy, Zwack Unicum,

Black and White, Courvoisier, Scotch...

Altvater Gessler, Grand Marnier, Pernod Fils...

ls there some real spirit around?

These are all that, sir.

Gather yourself together!

What for?

What a question!

I don't let anyone take away my life, and I don't throw it away.

Life!

This is nothing but an illusion.

Farewell to all we have hang on.

Hungary!!

Hungary doesn't exist any longer.

It's all over, we're finished.

Heh, it's empty.

That's my luck. I haven't left for myself.

Enough of sniveling. Fall in!

- Fall in! - Okay, okay, okay.

Corporal, the cognac...

I hereby occupy the castle for the Regimental Command.

Which Regiment?

The 4th Border Guards, Lieutenant-Colonel Sárosi.

- Did you understand? - Yes, we did.

Otherwise anybody coming along may kick us out of here.

Telephone! Typewriter!

You, Ensign, please, be sitting at the telephone.

With pleasure. My name is Eduárd Gálfy by the way.

Nice to meet you. Molnár. Let's go!

- A little less volume, please. - Yes, sir!

I recommend the drawing-room.

All right. We'll take it.

You make up the room, this will be the Regimental Command post.

Fekete: the telephone, Gáspár: the typewriter, Ensign: go to the table.

We open the office.

The hydrographical chart of Africa...

An eternal companion of the lion-hunter.

Excellent! We'll say that Rommel sent it for Christmas.

I'm cold, light the fire, lads.

Yes, sir.

You barbarian!

Yes, sir.

What are you doing, my dear boy?

That's different.

A palace is beautiful even when it's burning.

A French countess told it when they set fire.

To the countess?

- Albert! A hot tea! - All right, sir.

As for the chair you've just burned:

There is a scene of vandalism in Orczy's Scarlet Pimpernel...

but I won't describe it at this time.

Gáspár! You keep guard on the corridor.

- Fekete, come here! - Yes.

We'll have a look at the wardrobe, son.

Wardrobe... ow, ow...

- Listen, you also have a conscience. - Everything must be in order.

And if they aren't here?

We were told they are here, so they must be...

- This makes no sense, hurling all these... - Stop jesting here.

Jean, who are these people?

Some dirty kit... my lord.

My lord, I'm looking for the commander of the Storm Unit.

This deserter...

On the other corridor, with the guard in place.

And don't disturb me with this kind of thing.

Do not disturb him!

Yes, my lord.

Sergeant Pál Suhajda from the 12th Labour Company.

I have to hand this deserter to the commander of the Storm Unit.

Excuse me. Are these the Command Headquarters?

If the Öcséd Hussards encircle the hill no. 17...

Székesfehérvár will fall in our hands.

Supposed that the cycle battalion of Nyékládháza links up with them

in time.

After joining the horse-drawn artillery of Csákánydomoszló.

Of course, of course.

What about our wonder weapons?

They are coming, coming.

I commence Operation Daisy on day Z at 4:12 in the Páty-area,

In a south to southern-east direction.

Right. Let's set our watches.

- It's 52... - It's 52.

Sergeant Pál Suhajda from the 12th Labour Company.

I have to hand this deserter to the commander of the Storm Unit.

Gee, I'm always disturbed at the wrong moment.

Hurry up then!

Please sign here.

István Szijártó... From where did he desert?

Beg to report, from our unit.

This was the second time. The little idiot thought he can

slip out of our hands.

- Are you an Israelite? - Worse: Political.

- I didn't ask you! - Understood. Please sign here.

Have you got a pencil?

I beg to report I did have one little piece a while ago.

Why do you need a pencil, you dirty swine?

You won't ever scribble with it again.

- You may leave. - As you command, Ensign sir.

What am I to do with you, hmm?

We'll ask for instructions.

Hallo? 13/A.

Listen, please. They brought here a chap...

That will be hard like this, Ensign sir.

These technical people...

What have you done, you political?

Why did they throw you into the punishment company?

Leave him alone, Eduárd.

Get lost till I'm feeling generous.

Are you still here?

You're lucky that the staff-sergeant didn't notice anything... my lord.

Stop blattering or I'll knock you down like a cab meter!

In the meantime I have a proposal for you, sirs.

I have a fancy that neither of us can interrogate the other.

Allow me to stay with you until the front arrives here.

Who are you really?

Political. Don't you understand?

That means trouble if we are found together with him.

Gentlemen...

If I can remain with you now, I can return your kindness later.

- Look at him... - Nope, I'm not interested!

Me, Eduárd Gálfy, am not courting the favour of the enemy.

Not so fast, Eduárd!

Do you intend to rot away here, between two frontlines?

Who do you actually know over there?

No one personally.

What are you chattering about then?

I thought one of the top dogs is your friend.

They are all, even without knowing me.

Even changing to civilian clothes are safer than this.

As a Hungarian you seek friends among those folks, huh?

Among those who don't aim to destroy us.

And the motherland, my man?.. Can't you see what's going on?

A nation is burying itself!

And you think only to save your filthy skin.

- These aren't mere words. - These are empty words.

We have been fed on that sort of guff since I was born and it has

got me nowhere.

You'd better vanish. We have more than enough trouble without

taking in stowaways.

Aren't we going to wait for the Öcsöd Hussars?

There is nothing to eat here, not a bite in the whole house!

And by the way, when do you take me home?

I've already let the young man know that his lordship brought

with him all the foodstuff to Buda.

There is some champagne.

Salami...

Pick salami...

What are you gaping at?

Ours is finished.

You won't eat up my iron rations.

We have to think about the future.

A self-respecting command post would have proper supplies.

Not here!

Then I'll quit.

Do you have any money?

As much as we need.

I know a place where they cut down a pig.

Not far from here, at the forester's house.

I was hiding there.

I think they'd supply us if we can pay for it.

They caught you there?

I spent a single night there, then I left.

- Do you know them? - Trust me on this.

- Would you take me there? - Again, trust me on this.

István Szijártó, I hereby promote you to corporal.

If you have no papers, you should have a rank at least.

Quick, march to the forester's quarters!

Albert, clean up the area while we're out!

And if anybody comes to look for you?

That would be a problem.

Fall in there!

"It will be all over one day..."

"Everything comes to an end..."

Hush! Someone is coming.

Down!

Don't shoot until I give the sign.

Are you frightened, bloody creatures?

This is how you're supposed to receive the bullet.

One of us needs to sacrifice himself.

That is how a Hungarian officer dies!

Shoot here!

Shoot here! Shoot here!

Good God!

Shooting at game is strictly forbidden.

I don't like wild animals.

They also need some distraction.

The Russians are here! The Russians!

They can't be here.

Do you hear it, Gutnacht?

The Russians are here!

That's the limit!

Please calm down, Herr Oberstumpfuhrer.

Don't expose yourself to danger!

Perhaps the news are true about the Russians.

Where is the canned fruit you promised?

Yes, the canned fruit...

Yes, the canned fruit...

Where is the canned fruit?

There is no canned fruit...

No canned fruit! No canned fruit!

No canned fruit!

The Russians are in the larder...

You fool!

What? The Russians? Alarm!

We've managed it so far.

- Good afternoon! Welcome. - Good afternoon!

You got over it luckily.

God bless you, dear warriors.

Thanks very much for all you have done for us.

You needn't be thankful, mother. We'll share things.

One here, the other there. Right?

- Yes. - Yes.

That's not what we agreed on.

Don't be so soft. Whoever takes it away, it's all the same for them.

We can't do this. They offered me a hiding place.

So what?

Corporal! Hello there...

I'm absolutely in the dark. First: How did you drive them away?

Second: Why did we have to fire into the air for 15 minutes?

Why? Because your corporal here used his brains.

Sir, what did you do with them?

They were leaving as fast as they could.

Well then?"

I didn't do anything at all.

I simply noted that the Russians are here.

Uh huh.

And then...

one of the guys went to the larder for a bottle of stewed fruit.

There is no stewed fruit. No stewed fruit!

No stewed fruit.

So, he went right in...

he brought a glass of stewed fruit, opened the door, came back

and he said that the Russians are already in the larder!

The Russians are in the larder.

There is no stewed fruit! No stewed fruit! No stewed fruit!

If you dare to raise a hand...

Before I do that, he will first riddle me with bullets.

At last, comrade! You are at a safe place now.

Don't be afraid.

Don't shoot!

- Do you speak Russian? - Just what I picked up in Russia.

Tell him that I am...

He is still ready to shoot us in the belly.

I see you are also a corporal.

Yes.

We are all corporals. A nice meeting.

What is your name?

Grisha.

Grisha.

He came in the evening.

He was scratching at the door, climbing all the way here.

What would you have done?

I don't know, mother, but if you have the obsession to hide someone

every night, I don't forecast a promising future for your family.

Put down your weapon!

We won't hurt you.

Prison?

No, no.

I'm a Hungarian communist, do you understand?

Marx, Engels, Lenin...

- Who is he? - He's a good boy, a Communist.

- What did you say? - I just recommended you.

- You'd better vanish now. - Where? I'm wounded.

- What did he say? - He's wounded.

We'll take you away.

Doctor.

We'll get a doctor.

How about a whole hospital, huh?

If they find him, he'll be a goner.

He'll hobble along. It's nice enough that I let him go.

You can stay with him though if you like.

It's an atrocity! A wounded man!

Gentlemen, remember the Geneva agreement.

When we go to Geneva. What am I? A nun?

Believe me, this soldier is more valuable than I am.

If you meet them you just have to tell them that you saved him.

You're a clever boy actually!

You mislead me.

Don't be excited!

We will manage.

Fekete, take care of him.

We'll manage.

Weapon!

Follow me!

Halt!

What are you doing here?

- We've taken over the castle. - Who told you to do so?

First Lieutenant Borbás.

Albert!

Sir, I told this gentleman that the castle was occupied.

He told that a... corporal was not competent enough.

Not competent?!

Well, the regimental commander will soon be here.

This is his prisoner.

A messenger of the Red Army.

We caught him along with all the mails.

It's very important.

You must be crazy: you mean to oppose the counter-intelligence

corps? It's all the same to me.

But when the commander comes, I wouldn't like to be in your place.

- Thank you, corporal. - No problem at all.

Take the prisoner inside!

Please, I was told that by all means we need a castle...

Albert!

- Where is the nearest castle here? - At the Pheasant plain, sir.

There, behind that hill.

Pheasant plain, behind that hill.

Thank you.

Brother Dunyhás, go on!

You haven't learned to salute?

Hey...

Now then...

- ls there any castle there at all? - There is, sir.

The Berbéndi castle.

About 20 miles from here.

- Albert! - I did what I could. Pardon.

- Fekete, come here! - Sir!

You fetch a lamp and take up position on the tree.

Give 3 signals if the Germans are coming and 5 if the Russians.

Is that clear?

- Albert, you'll report the events. - Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Pardon.

- Is this absolutely sterile then? - Absolutely, trust me.

Tell me corporal, have you got any idea about this at all?

I used to be a field doctor, my Eddy.

3 years in the war...

and one knows everything there is.

I'll take out your tonsils when I have the time. Let's go.

Knife!

Not that. The pocket knife.

That one. Put it over the fire.

This one?!

To make it sterile!

In a minute.

Knife.

Iodine and cotton wool.

Off with the blanket.

Wash it.

This will hurt you now a bit.

What did you tell him?

That he has to bear the pain.

All right, boy.

"Dream, dear sonny..."

"Dream, dear sonny..."

of your mommy."

How well they stand up to pain!

Soon, soon. There is no problem at all.

Dinner's ready.

Gosh...

Gentlemen!

What was it old man Kiss used to say?

To your health!

- You're hungry, huh? - Like a wolf!

What did the comrade say?

He's hungry as a hunter.

Leave him alone and stoke up!

This will make us all chubby!

Gentlemen.

To your health!

I thank you everything.

And mostly you, corporal, thank you very much.

To your health.

To your health.

He says he thanks me for everything.

I don't like too much talk. I'm bored even of my own.

- I said I don't like idle chat. - Uh huh.

But let me say this: Let's drink to Grisha.

This lame boy is first class document to safety.

What?

You told us to use him if the Russians come.

Why don't you say it in Russian?

I don't know the word "document" in Russian.

- What? Document? - Forget about it. Eat!

Cheers.

Gentlemen...

The Russians.

Are you sure?

I seldom err, sir.

That's for sure. They're here. Change clothes! Just a minute.

You idiot! In uniform?

Yes, this is Hungary. We change, we always change coats!

How long shall we have enough coats to change with self-respect...

How do you say in Hungarian?

Gentlemen...

I must correct my announcement. The Germans.

Now for sure?

I never err twice, sir.

Change your clothes back!

Gentlemen, I'm afraid it would be dangerous here now.

Please follow me.

A little surprise: this device worked well during the baron's

intimate adventures.

You may wait here for the next change of clothes, Mr. Corporal.

I managed to get a chair through.

Take this, it's yours.

I wouldn't like to commit myself.

Mein Got!

If they discover the pork, it's all over.

Because we always like to stuff ourselves. A Hungarian curse.

Wonderful!

- Do you have any sodium carbonate on you? - Yes, sir!

If I eat too much, call the doctor.

Right. I also want milk!

- Milk! - Milk!

Here, Herr Obersturmführer.

What?!

None!

I'm suffering from diabetes. Where are the sausages?

They were here a few minutes ago.

Where's the sausage! I want sausage!

I give you 40 seconds, but the sausages must be here!

10 seconds.

20 seconds.

30 seconds.

40 seconds.

He was a somewhat rude, but agreeable gentleman.

It was a crazy thing to do. They may come back!

- They won't come back. - Because you know everything, eh?

I know everything, mate.

- Thank God, you're alive! - What does he say?

He said that I'm the living example of how to fight

against the rough, mean, bastard fascists.

But Mr. Molnár...

Gutnacht! Razzia!

Vanish!

- We must leave this place. - How did you work that out?

- We'll go over and bring some help. Tell him!

- We bring some help. - What about me?

- May I make a remark? - How can we get out of here fast?

- Leave it to me, sir. - How can we get out...

If I eat too much, call the doctor.

At least I'm satisfied.

Oh, yes.

I report, Herr Obersturmführer...

The Russians are behind the wall.

Idiot!

What?!

Razzia!

May I call your attention to the fact that under the willows

there are pleasure boats to be found.

Please follow me.

- Take care of my motorbike. - I will, sir.

Here we are. I've got an idea.

In order to make your return absolutely safe, there will be

a candle alight in the window.

When the young lady wanted Jenő Koch Gombolai, the young stableman

to visit her, she always put a candle in the window.

- It always worked! - You're a great guy, Albi.

Candle in the window. Thanks!

- Look after Grisha and the others. - I will, sir.

Come on, come on.

A lump of sugar for the dog.

You verminous little creature.

Have you seen any Russians around?

- Albert. - They have not been here.

Only the baron is here.

He remained at home to show an example to the cowards.

Heil!!

My motorbike!

Come on, faster! Come on, you are as slow as lice. Jump on!

Don't take them away! You want to make war with children?

Jóska!!

- My husband wasn't enough for you? - Shut up!

Come on, you bastard!

Come on, jump!

You are like lice, you are that insanely slow!

- Let him go! - How dare you?

Is your sonny among them, "comrade"?

You may come off badly even if you are a soldier.

I'll report this to the district leader.

You can report him backwards, and kiss his ass in the process.

Hands up, Corporal! Turn around!

Just a moment. How long have you been in the front line?

What's it to you, huh?!

You point a gun to a soldier from the front?

Throw it!

Run.

Run!

Off you go.

Leave! Go home while you can!

Everybody go home! Run, run!

God may pay you back in kind. God bless you for what you did.

We can't get far with blessings. Have you got anything to eat?

Here you are.

My grandchildren.

- What? - My grandchildren...

We have no time for this, leave it!

Go home immediately. One, two!

Why did you stop?

We have to repair all of these.

- Repair what? - These wrecks.

When the war is over, all the rich cats will come forward.

And what do you think? They'll walk on foot?

A nice little service workshop,

a skilful assistant with

petrol station attached and a neat pub. Well?

So one person will get along somehow, and the other 9 million

can go to hell.

Do you think the other 9 million are worrying about my future?

What is Molnár to them? A petty corporal in his hollow pants.

And when do you intend to start out?

I have got two kinds of capital.

The first is this.

The sacred right hand of King Stephen is nothing compared to this.

And secondly... Look at this.

I have collected the pay. Not only my own, I mean.

I say, you are one fine chap.

I admit to be astute, heh.

It is difficult to start the peace with empty pockets.

Let's have a drink on that, come!

Damn it! My motorbike is gone!

Sweet Lord may damn all these...

I wasn't looking forward to that. Now we must walk.

This is what I have been waiting for all my life.

Comrades!

We are here!

I'd say you're crazy beyond measure, mate.

Did you think they would be cheering us?

Don't forget that you are still a Hungarian soldier:

an enemy that needs to be shot at.

- But I am... - They don't know it yet!

Then we must make them understand!

How do you say in Russian: "don't shoot"?

"Don't shoot."

"Don't shoot!"

This won't work like this, mate.

Have you got a piece of white cloth?

Yes, I have.

But I'm sorry see it go. A brand new piece, look.

Am I to finance everything?

I shouldn't have got mixed up in this.

Attention!

Put it up!

Wave it!

Here they are!

Higher!

Higher!

They really think we are the enemy.

How do you say that we are Hungarian communists?

- Only you, mate, not me! - Don't be silly now!

I'm not being silly!

If you want to yell things, yell them on your own behalf!

Right, I'll yell then.

I'm a Hungarian communist! I'm a Hungarian communist!

Come here! Come here! Come here!

They poop on our heads...

We've failed.

All these are your friends, huh? Congratulations.

They were looking forward to seeing you. Your special connection.

We can't even surrender.

You'll need that.

You'll give me some if mine gives out.

No, friend, we'll separate.

You are a good chap but you failed to bring me luck.

We'll get along separately.

You shouldn't count on me any longer.

And the others in the castle?

No business of mine.

I've never seen such a dirty selfish fellow.

Wait, wait now.

Don't say that I let you go empty-handed:

here's a paper from the reserve bag.

A written order. Your name is corporal Ferenc Molnár 1.

Mother's name: Berta Kolozs.

Outfit: 4th Border Guard.

2nd Battalion, commander: Major Kenesei. I'm done.

Take it.

Thanks.

I'm sorry to see you go. Are you angry?

- No. - Bye.

- In check! - In check...

Look here, Grisha.

Do you know the way I feel? History has locked us up together.

It has locked us in this room with an ironical smile.

Do you understand this?

The two of us.

I don't understand.

Don't understand, don't understand...

Too bad, I wanted to discuss important things with you.

You can't imagine just how important.

What is your civilian profession?

When you aren't wearing this.

What is your job?

All right, all right, go ahead, it's your turn.

What's the matter?

We have some visitors. Hungarian soldiers.

They are the... legal representatives of the present reign.

Our distinguished enemy would be advised to withdraw for a while.

Scandal, outrage!

Come on!

- Under the bed! - Quit shouting.

Here you are.

In check.

Check, check, check...

Check?

God forbid! It's checkmate.

That's impossible.

I already know my next move.

That's fine!

You can save it yourself.

Save yourself...

Frankly, I'm very bad at chess.

No! You are way too critical of yourself.

I'm sorry for disturbing you with such trifles.

Where is your unit these days?

It's a trifle indeed.

It was destroyed; I was a bit tired. I arrived here last night, all alone.

I must get back in touch.

Alone? You haven't got a man left? This is strange.

In my opinion what is strange is that I remained alive.

Excuse me for disturbing you.

The telephone will be ready soon and we'll clarify things.

Sergeant! Search the house!

Is there a cellar here?

We have excellent cellars, sir.

Would you like to have a look at them?

That's all right, then, boys.

Everyone can't be a soldier.

But it's not too late.

Were you members of the military youth organisation?

Yes.

All right.

I found these.

Interesting...

"me Gáspár...

and György Fekete.

A bit of indolence leads to major trouble.

You ought to have burned these things.

The Ensign!

Everything is identical.

The number of your unit, the stamp and the signature.

There are still some men left from your unit, ensign!

- How dare you hit an officer? - An ex-officer!

You swine! When we do all that we can!

- To drive people into the mincer! - Into the cellar!

I thank you everything.

Dear Grisha.

It's no use to say thanks to me. I'm unfamiliar with Slavic languages.

But make sure to send back my nephew's clothes after the war.

After the war! Give back!

It was a pleasure to meet you.

It was great being with you!

Hey... Er, You!

My name's Albert, sir.

Albert, yes.

I have two men standing in the corridor.

Take them through the castle and make fire.

The bedroom too, understand?

We have multiple bedrooms, sir.

Will lady Mici's do?

Lady... Mici? Fine.

Make the fire there. Lady Mici...

That's fine. Right, Berci.

Berci...

Well, if it's not enough for you...

Some signal?

To make you quite secure, I can put a burning candle in the window.

I, Barokanyi, am always full of excellent ideas!

Shall I place it there immediately?

As you wish.

Your advice was good, the one that we should come here.

It was worth our while.

Let him go!

Lieutenant, corporal Molnár reporting to you.

How long have you been in the army?

I report, for four years; two years in Russia.

I would be sorry to see you deserting.

Lieutenant sir, I report that I'm on a special messenger mission.

This morning my motorbike was destroyed at point no. 17.

I returned the fire, I'm looking for my unit.

Waiting for orders. Written order.

- Have a cigarette! - Thank you, lieutenant.

We are organising a punishment unit.

- There are many deserters. - Unfortunately.

You'll be good for a corporal.

Now go to the kitchen.

Stand fast! Long live Szálasi!

Yes!

Corporal, why don't you report?

Lieutenant sir, Corporal Ferenc Molnár 1 reporting!

Ferenc Molnár?!

Corporal?!

Glad to see you, corporal.

Coffee!

Stand fast!

Thank you, I saw the candles.

You couldn't have seen them, they weren't placed there.

They were.

Unfathomable!

And my treasure, my love, my dear?

- Went up in flames. - No, it didn't.

Let's just say it disappeared.

You saw that it was in the stove.

Sir, he wasn't present in the stove.

- How can I get out of here? - ls there any problem, sir?

I have no motorbike, no luggage, and to top things they may discover

that Grisha is here...

I have just let you know in subtle language that the individual has left.

- And my motorbike? - Here you are.

Kindly repeat your name for me, sonny.

Corporal Ferenc Molnár 1.

Turn around!

It's a nasty trick.

And to play it so badly!

Two Corporal Molnars in the same battalion!

And both of them messengers.

Fie, fie.

We have to find out now which is the smaller rogue and which

is the bigger one.

Lieutenant sir, I'd like to explain...

Shut up!

He came first, sonny!

Speak up!

Lieutenant sir, it's true that I was on the front line.

And for four years indeed.

I was a good soldier, please ask my battalion.

What's your name?

Corporal László Tóth.

Where's your paybook?!

I threw it away when I had to run.

Then I met him, corporal Molnár.

I saw he had been given free passage, I begged him to give me

a written order too.

Did you know that he was a deserter?

He's not a deserter.

He told me... that the 4th Border Guards were encircled in Buda.

That's terrible...

But one of the regiment's battalions was in this front,

wasn't it?

Yes...

So you stole the orders?

I report... I didn't steal them.

Lieutenant, I saw him riding a motorbike which was indeed shot.

God help me, that's the truth.

Why did you give Tóth a written order?

I report, I took pity on him.

So, you are the real one...

Why did you correct the order?

It came to my mind that there are two Molnárs in the battalion...

He left and I couldn't correct his.

All right. Then produce the pay of the battalion.

Well?

I haven't got it.

It's all the same now, lieutenant sir. I'll tell you the truth.

I'm not even a soldier.

That's the worst idea you hit upon yet.

Where is the money?

He's being nonsensical: he's suffering from shellshock.

Where is the money?

A very serious case, you know. It explodes right next to the person...

Shut up!

Come on, sonny!

It is in the grenades.

I didn't steal though. I intended to save it.

It was hanging around your neck a while ago!

We carried it alternately, as a precaution.

That's enough comic theatre, lads.

True, enough!

The more you try to save another, the more you get involved.

I have known for 3 days that you stole the battalion's pay!

Take it apart!

Both of you are rogues.

You ransacked your comrades in arms, who may have since died on the

battlefield.

You body-snatchers!

Desertion is a minute sin when compared to this!

I repeat the whole truth: I'm not...

Sir, this is an insinuation.

Tell me who they are!

- Soldiers. - That I know!

But why did you try to aid this fellow in escaping?

I don't want to disappoint you, but this is a mistake.

- What's your name? - Kovács...

Dezső Kovács, sir.

So you're hiding under a false name.

Why do they call you Albert then?

Albert... Baron Dexler insisted on that name.

He thought that Dezső is not the right name for a well-educated butler.

Don't be impertinent!

I don't want to offend you, sir, but I'm not willing to stay in

this house any longer now. I resign.

I report the firing squad is ready.

On behalf of the National Administration Council:

For desertion and treason I condemn to death the ex-ensign Eduárd Gálfy,

Privates Fekete and Gáspár,

as an accomplice Dezső Kovács, civilian person,

employed as a manservant,

and with an additional punishment of public shaming:

corporals László Tóth and Ferenc Molnár.

Ferenc Molnár, step forward!

Look at these two rogues!

They have stolen the pay of the heroes!

Felon Molnár, throw a grenade over here.

Brother Dunyhás, pick it up!

Take it apart!

Come on, quickly!

Come on! Come on!

The other ones!

Go on!

Go on!

Get it ready!

Come on! Come on!

Go on!

Run!

I can't get rid of you people till the end of my life!

Am I to die along with you here?

Keep calm and leave it to me.

The lieutenant is coming soon, I'll talk to him.

How? In Latin?

My father did come home from Siberia after the First World War actually,

even though trains were much slower back then.

Clearly I'm a fool!

Gentlemen, we have been weighted on the scales and found wanting.

Don't you agree than It would be wiser to face our destiny?

Shut up! Your corporal is thinking...

He's thinking, therefore he's existing.

Let's clarify my case at this point!

Listen to me, comrades...

I made fool of a whole German battalion.

Colonel, the major of Baglyas will testify in my favour at any time!

I've saved hundreds of lives!

Comrade lieutenant!

Comrade lieutenant!

What do you want?

Do you speak Russian?

- Why do you hold us here? - Because this is a war.

But comrade, we're partisans. We fought against the Hungarian fascists.

- What did you say? - That we are Hungarian partisans.

We fought German and Hungarian Nazis.

Yes! Yes!

- Partisans? - We are.

I swear to God! We swear, we swear!

Hey, tell him that we...

They hold us like the fascists and they want to put us in prison?

He's asking if we're going to treat them like fascists?

All these gentlemen say they are guerillas.

That's not true!

Only we are partisans, we are!

Yes!

Have you got any documents?

Comrade lieutenant is asking for some documents.

He says they saved a life of a corporal called Grisha.

We saved the life of a corporal called Grisha!

You can testify, I did it with my own hands...

He's saying he saved the life of a corporal named Grisha.

Grisha, Grisha. Find me this Grisha.

We have quite a few Grishas here. We'll see soon.

- Thank them. - Thank you.

All of them are called Grisha.

Grisha, Grisha, where are you when we need you?

Nobody wants us anymore, it seems...

- If only I had a revolver now! - I know, Eduard, you'd kill yourself.

Look at him! He has already found his place.

- You speak pretty good Russian now! - Thank you.

Sitchas, gentlemen!

Did I say correctly?

Gentlemen, I'll serve you some boiled rice in the evening.

Hurry up, mate!

It's all too apparent that you weren't the waiter at the

Gundel Restaurant!

- Mr Cook, is today a meatless day? - Yes, caraway-seed soup.

Go back to your place, matey!

Keep in line, keep in line, stay back!

- Baron! - Gee, are you also a Baron?

- Hell no, I'm not! - Allow me to introduce myself

right here at the gates of hell:

Baron Hethazy.

I'm not a baron though. Hunger has addled his brain.

- This is Suhajda! - Sergeant Suhajda!

- Fekete, Gáspár, keep watch! - Take off your clothes!

Ensign sir, I beg to report...

You as the commander of the Storm Unit can certify that

I only carried out...

What are you saying? Storm Unit commander?!

Keep quiet! You'll give us away.

- Keep looking! - What we are looking for?

- Acknowledgment of receipt! - Go on, go on.

- Here it is. - All right then.

- It's not good. I've signed it. - It is good!

- Well, eat it, let's do it! - One for Mummy, one for Daddy...

What's going on here?

Why was Szijártó taken away?

That's how it works with this lot: the one who has support can get away.

Relax, relax!. We are on the right track...

"We are on the right track."

Aah, this one won't come back.

You cooked up the idea and he's enjoying the fruit of it.

You have to trust people.

I think he'll come back.

- Gentlemen! - Well, did they believe you?

It didn't go that simple, the lieutenant phoned someone...

The rascals are playing games with us, but I'll get you guys out of

here, you can kiss your corporal's hand, we are headed home!

- Hey, hey, slow down there! - Why?

- Well, you said it. - What?

You told the lieutenant that we are partisans, Hungarian partisans.

Yes, and?

- Did he believe it? - For sure.

I told you it wasn't an easy job.

They give us weapons and we form a Hungarian unit.

They're looking for five brave men. Come one, they are waiting.

And we are supposed to be those five brave men?

Uh huh.

Stop kidding, I'm fed up with the war.

- I'm finished with it, done! - Be sensible!

You told yourself that we were Hungarian partisans.

Yes.

- We have to live up to what you said. - I can't live up to anything.

As for the certification process, something is bound to begin now...

But without me!

If we exclude ourselves from this...

I, for one, agree with Mr Szijártó's ideas.

Furthermore, national dignity demands that...

You'll get a round of bullets through your national dignity.

Do you think that a German bullet makes a neater hole?

You seem to have found one another!

You can go if you like, go right ahead.

I'll try to work out something else with these two fellows.

NOW!

They'll shoot us in the end!

- Are you afraid? - Very much.

They might are distributing the land at home as we speak.

- Would you like to go home? - Very much.

Halt!

Grisha! Best wishes to your Aunt in Moscow!..

- What does he say? - He is very happy to find us.

You are free to go, of course.

But we'd like to give you a field assignment.

Let me elaborate.

You'll go behind the enemy lines and blow up a fascist ammunition dump.

A dangerous matter, but we have confidence in you.

- Are you prepared to carry it out? - I am.

I am.

-I am... -I am...

And you?

Thanks for your reassuring confidence in me, but... Not me.

Could I get a document with some stamps as an appreciation of

my merits?

That's all right. You can go in the morning.

Four people is not enough.

- What does he say? - He'll be the fifth.

- Perhaps we'll meet some day. - Goodbye.

- See you. - Goodbye.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

- Excuse me, what's your first name? - Ferenc.

Good luck, Ferenc!

Thanks.

Make sure to look after yourself, corporal.

Good.

I'm sorry that you are not coming.

See you.

Bye, Feri.

Good bye.

Hope to see you later when this is all over.

All the best! See you!

Wait!

Wait!

Wait!

Wait, boys!

Do you mean to leave your brain behind?

THE END