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THE FIFTH SEAL

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Based on the original novel by

Written by

Music by

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Directed by

I can't believe this! We are not children, my dear sir!

You aren't...? Well, then... here you are.

Good lord, look at this piece of meat...

- It does look nice... - Nice?... It's beautiful.

I can't remember the last time I saw something like this.

Finally, you believe me! For your information, I gave

a Romanische Baukunst and a very special Bosch book in exchange for it.

I can't wait to feast on it tonight.

And then what...?

- You think it will prevent you from dying? - What?

I said, you think it will prevent you from dying?

- What will? - You, eating this meat.

You're in a philosophical mood again, eh?

Have you been doing your corrupt business all day again?

- One does whatever one has. - Exactly.

One man has brisket for dinner, the other chicken breast.

It's all about what you have. In my opinion

you won't come by no brisket in honest ways

these days... Here you are, gentlemen, this one's on me.

Good thinking, colleague Béla, it's damn cold and misty out there.

Are you sure you know what kind of meat it was you were parading with?

Brisket, as I said, a beautiful piece of beef.

And how do you know it doesn't happen to be human brisket?

Stop being disgusting, Mr Gyurica. Keep your perversions to yourself.

Leave him, he's just trying to take my appetite, but I won't let him.

I went out of my way to get those two books,

and I bet he doesn't even know who Bosch is; but I don't care.

I'm going to enjoy this brisket anyway.

- Mmh, brisket... - That's the stuff...

I don't even remember how to cook a good brisket.

Well, I can tell you, for what it's worth.

Here's how my wife usually does it.

First, she takes the meat. It's usually not too...

So is the brisket yours, colleague Béla, or is it Mr Király's?

- It's Mr Király's of course... - Then you will let him do the talking.

As you wish, forget I even said anything.

You're embarrassing me, Mr Gyurica. But if you insist,

I'll gladly share it with you, for I do have an outstanding recipe.

Naturally it doesn't mean that colleague Béla's wife, whom I greatly

respect as a housewife, couldn't prepare it even finer,

even tastier...

So then, as I see it, it's not about

the stuffing. It's about the needling.

Exactly right.

However, when you prepare the needling,

you have to make absolutely sure your bacon is

nice and translucent rather than crispy. Now, you take your juicy, glossy,

aromatic bacon and, extremely carefully, start needling the brisket.

Then, you may want to add small, thin,

quarter-inch long slices of cheese to taste, that you...

If you don't mind me saying, I am curious how this brisket would turn out.

- You're curious, are you? - Yes, I am.

Tell me Mr Kovács, have you ever heard of cooking steak without garlic?

Good God, of course it has garlic! It goes without saying that...

Have you heard of such a thing or not?

No garlic? There is no steak without garlic.

And there never will be! You can all be sure of that.

If you really want to know how to properly cook brisket,

I will tell you how my wife does it.

- Okay, tell us. - Let's hear it.

Here we go. She buys a piece, not too big, no more than two pounds.

She cleans it thoroughly, that's where it all starts.

Some folks wash it twice.

Could you move a bit quicker, sir?! Do you want air defence to find us?

I'd gladly move faster if I could, but I can't...

Please, forgive me, sir, I didn't mean to be rude...

What can I get you?

Well, I am not sure what I could get...

Ask for some mulled wine, sir.

You look like you could do with some.

See, mulled wine actually sounds wonderful.

Don't listen to a word he says. Just ignore him.

He knows perfectly well I haven't got any mulled wine. Never have.

Then perhaps half a liter of wine, please... If I may.

One half liter of wine.

If you wish to sit down, good sir, please, feel free to join us.

Thank you very much indeed. Good evening to you all.

Good evening.

If you truly don't mind, I would indeed

sit with you for a while...

Please, do. The more the merrier.

- Oh, you are too kind. - Please.

In that case I'll take my coat off.

- It is nice and warm in here. - Of course, my man.

- Thank you. - Let me take it from you.

We are all people here.

- There you are. - Thank you kindly.

Care to smoke, Mr Kovács?

- I'll say! - Please, help yourselves!

Not for me, thank you.

What's this? Darling? We're quite well off now, aren't we, colleague Béla?

He whines like a little girl, but secretly hides

a small fortune in his pockets.

Nah, I got it from a captain this afternoon.

This Darling's very popular these days.

I hear it's soaked in honey.

Frankly, I don't see why the rich fancy it so much.

- It's like sniffing eau de cologne. - Why they fancy it...?

It's posh, that's why! Don't think they actually like it,

they just chase the newest trends all the time.

True! I used to tend bar at Balázs's Pub in Hűvösvölgy as a young lad...

A long time ago then!

There was a stunning manor across the road there.

A senator used to live there. Some major hotshot.

Well, each and every morning, he would appear on the balcony

bare naked to do gymnastics.

- Naked? - Stark naked.

- He must've had a mania. - Mania? Good one!

If you don't mind me interjecting...

Once, I visited a wealthy family...

What do you do for a living, if I may ask?

I'm a photographer. But let me just clarify I am actually

an artistic photographer.

- You are a what now? - An artistic photographer.

- Keszei. Károly Keszei. - Uh-huh.

So as I understand, you're a professional photographer.

No, sir. An artistic photographer.

It's like in my field then. I may be a carpenter, but I also know

your work has to come from the heart.

Since the clients trust us with their hard-earned money.

He wants something beautiful in return. Not just good, something beautiful.

And, well, that is an artform in itself.

- Isn't that right? - It sure is.

And you can't even imagine the degree of joy it brings when...

how should I say... when one is able to put across his more refined

taste and convince others.

Because if one himself knows of the greater truth,

it is perhaps one's repsonsibility to impel others to see it too.

- Uh-huh. - Did you say something?

I just said 'uh-huh'.

- What did you mean by that? - Never you mind that, sir.

Well then, cheers! Here's to a world where everyone is allowed

to have their own opinion, if you don't mind.

You know, I actually agree with you on this.

After all, the right to act according to our own will

is what gives our lives meaning.

And regarding people's likes and dislikes...

We're all different... fortunately! How unbearable it would be

if we all agreed on everything!

If dancing naked on the balcony was what made that senator happy, then

let him do so as much as he likes! As long as he stays out of my business.

Trouble would only arise if this senator would be

trusted with distributing, say, bread ration stamps

nationwide... honestly, just imagine!

This chap is walking down the street, looks at all the people,

and because of his new duty, he won't see them as

men, women, and children, like a normal person, he would

only see them as food rations!

Look, there goes two rations! One ration! And an old ration,

that may not be a ration anymore next year!

He is so old, can barely walk anymore!

It's not that funny, if you think about it, colleague Béla!

Not that funny at all!

Thank you, Mr Kovács, of course it's not humorous!

Take, for instance, our friend here. May I know your name?

Keszei. Károly Keszei.

What happened to your leg?

The war, am I right?

Yes, sir, but...it's not an isolated incident.

Exactly what I am saying!

Would any of us be able to sleep at night, knowing

we sent this unlucky man to war?

Just go, friend, go bravely, leave the rest to me.

And then live with the consequences.

Colleague Béla, would you be able to sleep at night?

No. But I would never do such a thing.

But they would. And most extraordinarily,

they would not be bothered one bit.

Hundreds of thousands are killed and crippled

and they keep sending more and more like it's nothing.

- And you think this will prevent them from dying? - What will?

That they keep sending more and more men.

Do you think it will prevent them from dying?

You know Mr Gyurica, you are just like the parrot at the grocery,

that always goes 'at your service, at your service...'

Indeed, and a smart bird it is, too.

Smarter than many book salesmen in Europe.

Pardon me, in 'Ayrop'.

What's your problem with me now?

Why do you think I have a problem?

Do you think I didn't hear that 'Ayrop'?

I've heard many educated people say it like that, you know,

and if they say it like that,

maybe you should, too.

Sure, when you pick up the telephone, you should also say

'Hello' or 'Allo'... you Ayropean salesman, you.

Mr Gyurica, with all due respect, once and for all, I'd like to ask you...

- Mr Király! - Help!

Stop right there!

Stop right there! Didn't you hear me?

Colleague Béla, can you see anything?

Nothing at all.

Dear Mr Király...If you could be so kind as to not insist upon this now...

Forgive me.

- I'll give your money back. - Nah...

Now, even if you're right, Mr Király,

how could there be a country without a leader?

What if there's a war like this?

Then he makes sure that the country's interest comes first, doesn't he?

I hope you're joking, Mr Kovács. You can't really think there is

an interest that justifies a war.

I'm an uneducated man, sir, I have never denied it.

But I do know and I will always say this: no insterest can justify a war.

Whatever interest it may appear to be.

May I ask something, please?

If, for instance, someone said... Not me, someone else, hypothetically...

If someone said you are wrong, what would you do?

I would not start arguing with him.

And what if he would also say that if you

say something like this, you're an... idiot?

Sorry, make no mistake, not me, but

perhaps someone else, hypothetically.

What would you do then?

I haven't a clue what I would do... Depends who says it.

But if it did happen...

Well, I'd tell him that he's not right.

Because what I said isn't stupid.

You're an honest fool, colleague Béla.

I think I understand now what you were saying, Mr Photographer.

Tell me this, colleague Béla.

What would you do if that person insisted

that it is stupid?

And no matter what you said, he would insist you're an idiot.

But nobody would say something like that without good reason.

For God's sake, the reason is that he has a different opinion.

Meaning he is convinced you are an idiot.

And he would yell after you on the streets: 'You're an idiot!'

In that case...

In that case I would be forced to beat him up

for calling me names with no good reason!

See now, this is how wars begin! You start fighting over nothing,

perhaps so violently that you may even die,

or you kill someone yourself.

Pardon me, Mr Király...but I wouldn't call this fighting over 'nothing'.

There's one thing here that perhaps you may have missed...

What's that?

It's that the other person had an idea of his own about how things should be,

he believed that he knew it better than you.

So what did he do? He tried to make you see that you're wrong,

he tried to convince you about what he thought was true.

By calling me an idiot?

Well, he must have said that later on,

after becoming a bit short-tempered.

However, if he's convinced that he is right in his beliefs,

is it not honorable he wants you to see the truth, too?

After all, this sort of person wants good for everyone, not just himself!

He would even give his life to make his dream

of a better world come true!

I'll say!

Now wait just one moment, sir! Isn't it exactly these sick people,

who say everyone must agree with them, who cause all our problems?

And, if you refuse, you're done, they break your neck!

Two or three violent lunatics like that are enough

to cause mayhem worldwide. Since neither of them would ever

believe that they are wrong and the other's right.

Isn't that right, colleague Béla?

Exactly right.

Why are you laughing? If you don't care

about these serious matters, at least let others discuss them.

Just let him laugh!

I'm sure he's just thinking about his naked little angel again.

Just ignore him.

- And Jesus Christ? - What about him?

Do you think he was a sick person, too?

What if Christ hadn't believed so strongly in what he preached?

For it all happened because he believed so strongly in what he preached!

And he was convinced he knew the truth!

Funny! And his so-called truth...

Did it change anything at all?

How can you say it didn't change anything!

What else can I say? Today there is soap made of human flesh and fat!

Mr Király, are you out of your mind?

Tell me honestly, when have you heard of such a thing?

In a world where everyone is familiar with Christ's beliefs...

I know it's not decent to discuss this, but we all know

what it's all about. I hope you don't get me wrong, I am merely

stating the facts.

There! Have you ever heard of such a thing?

You haven't! And it's all because there's this arrogant person

who claims he is smarter than everyone else

and he'll show the entire mankind,

the entire Ayrop, how we should live our lives.

Hello...

Pardon me?

Did you say something, Mr Gyurica?

Don't mind him. The gentleman's just being amusing.

I really don't know how such a man is able to sleep at night.

When thousands of people die daily because of him.

He sleeps very well, don't you worry about him.

I don't think so.

Have you seen that film where a king strangles his nieces

and nephews and many others because they

threaten his power?

He should fear for his life.

Yet they have power and it seems to be worth it all.

And what does the rest get?

Just like in the army, if they say 'lick the floor clean', you have to do it.

We are nothing, gentlemen. We must do as our masters say.

But tell me, isn't ours still a more honest life?

At least we don't hurt anyone.

What's up, Kovács, are you paying attention?

I am.

I am not rich and I don't give orders to anyone.

I make ends meet by myself how I can, I don't complain.

But still, and please don't make fun of me,

I have wanted a phonograph ever since I was a child.

Do you know the kind? Not a large one like this here,

a small one. It records what you say and plays it back.

It's childish, but still, it's been a man's heart's desire for many decades...

And I could never make this dream come true,

even though it's nothing, really.

It really is nothing, just a few pounds of wire.

I still say, even though it's filled with trouble and sorrow,

my life is woth more than those with all the power. Am I right, Mr Gyurica?

If you say so.

No riches, no power, not even that poor phonograph.

But my conscience is clear and that is more important.

Isn't that right, colleague Béla, my old friend?

That's right, pal, that's right.

We haven't done big things, our names

won't be in history books, but our names are spotless!

Of course someone may label us as...

Oh. Thank God for that...

Alert, air raid. Air raid. Budapest, Komárom, Győr...

- Béluska! - What is it, sweetheart?

- Are you coming? - I'll be downstairs soon.

Should we go down to the bunker?

We don't normally, it's just an old cellar.

No problem. I've been to the war, I saw

a lot of things, I'd prefer to go downstairs.

- This way then, please. - Thank you very much.

The switch is next to the door on the left.

Thank you, sir.

It seems they're not coming this way today.

Looks like it. Komárom perhaps?

Or Miskolc. Two days ago they attacked the train station there.

You will have a fine dinner tonight, Mr Király.

I hope so.

You didn't finish your brisket recipe.

Yeah... that colleague Béla... I didn't want to argue.

But you should hear how I make the stuffing...

Even I know how that goes... Bread, spices, parsley...

Look, if you can and want to try, listen to me,

try it with little cut up bits of winter salami.

- Come on, you're pulling my leg. - I am serious, try it!

You won't regret it. Folks don't normally know this,

but I swear it will give your brisket a phenomenal spicy aroma...

If I may ask, have you put in the garlic yet?

I sure have, added more than you would think!

They're gonna call it off. It must have been false alarm.

It's only on at Miskolc now.

So how much garlic did you use?

More than enough.

That's not good, right, Mr Kovács?

Tell me, colleague Béla, do you ever put winter salami in the stuffing?

- You're joking... - Well I do.

What of it?

That must really be something. Do you add horse meat as well?

How about souse or quargel?

Not those, but I do add bits of winter salami.

Have you ever tried it, yes or no?

Air alert is over! Air alert is over!

Budapest, Komárom, Győr.

I regret that I cannot invite you tonight, but next time

I swear I will insist that...

Mr Gyurica!

For God's sake, what's going on with you?

I am thinking about whether I should be Tomoceuszkatatiki,

or Gyugyu...

Uh- huh.

Now that is clear as mud.

If I am not in the way, I would like to stay a little longer, if I may.

Your arrival is most opportune, sir.

Answer me this: you prefer earth apples or veal?

I said earth apple, do you know what that is?

It's berry-like, similar to potatoes.

But how can you ask something like that, Mr Gyurica?

Who would be foolish enough to prefer earth apples over veal?

- Right, Mr Keszei? - I think you're right.

Mr Kovács, if you were told you're going to die,

but you could come back to life as someone else, who would you choose?

Would you rather be Tomoceuszkatatiki, or Gyugyu?

Let me explain.

Tomoceuszkatatiki is a the sovereign ruler of an island called Lucs-Lucs.

Kovács, dear fellow, before you get sucked into this,

Allow me to enlighten you that no such place exists in this world.

You'll be surprised, my Ayropean friend,

how real this island actually is.

Cross my heart, Mr Kovács, this island has always existed.

And I am glad that from this day on, you know of its existence as well.

What has this Taka-Tiki have to do with me?

Not him. It's more about Gyugyu.

Who's that?

A slave, Mr Kovács.

A textbook example. And to make you see how much of a slave he is,

let me tell you a bit about his life.

On one occasion, he happened to smile

and his master noticed. He asked:

'what made you smile?' He was honest enough to

say, 'I thought of something amusing, master.'

'Indeed?', the master said. 'I'll make sure that you never

think of anything again', and he had Gyugyu's tongue cut out.

The fool thought that if he took out his tongue,

that will stop him from thinking as well.

When Gyugyu's daughter was taken from him, she was

an 11 year-old, beautiful child.

Gyugyu's master gave her as a gift to the ruler.

- Then he cried a lot. - Those bastards!

When he heard the girl died, as the ruler was enjoying her too much, he was

devastated. Two years later his son was taken from him, too.

Gyugyu's master gave him as a present to a lecherous old lord.

Gyugyu's sorrow was great.

This is disgusting Mr Gyurica, even just to

listen to! Isn't playing around with young flowers

enough for you? Now you fantasize about little boys, too?

These are indeed terrible things, Mr Gyurica.

I'm merely stating the facts, gentlemen.

But to give you something to get outraged about, Mr Király,

they cut off Gyugyu's wife's nose for being clumsy

at work once, and a year later they took

one of her eyes because she stepped on

her master's favourite pet monkey's tail.

I'll be damned! What a mess.

That poor, miserable wretch... However could he live with all this?

He had a theory, Mr Kovács. He found comfort in that.

Every night before sleep he would tell himself, 'I'm a miserable slave,

they can torment me, humiliate me, gouge my eyes, take my child,

kill my wife, but still, I have it better than they.

Because I didn't commit these horrible things. They did.'

He said...

I am one of the unpriviliged ones, yet

my conscience is clear. That is the most one can have.

That was his consolation.

And the most wonderful thing is, he actually found comfort in this.

Uh-huh.

I think I know what you are getting at, Mr Gyurica.

That monster, was he not punished in the end?

No, in fact he was convinced that he's the best ruler in the world.

How? How could he have lived with himself after, having

committed all those dreadful things?

These, and thousands of other dreadful things.

Tens of thousands. And Tomoceuszkatatiki didn't feel

a shred of quilt or remorse. He obeyed by the moral laws

of that age, and he believed that

all these things he does rightfully.

How can you say that, Mr Gyurica! Whoever commits

such things must know that these are monstrosities!

Why are you so outraged, Mr Kovács?

Aren't there millions today who starve to death,

or can't afford to buy a phonograph once in their lives?

Right, no more wasting time, you have five minutes to decide,

would you rather be Tomoceuszkatatikii, or Gyugyu?

What do you mean I have five minutes?

You'll be dead in five minutes.

But you'll be resurrected 10 seconds later, either as

Tomoceuszkatatiki or Gyugyu, it is your choice.

Five minutes starting now.

This joke's in poor taste, Mr Gyurica!

Do you not understand what it is all about?

- I do, I really do. - Well?

What do you mean five minutes? Five minutes what?

You will kindly put that watch away now, Mr Gyurica.

This is not that simple!

What do you mean five minutes? This is much more serious than that!

Am I right? Say something, for God's sake!

Because this is about...

It's about our little friend having a laugh!

Don't you see?

- You think so? - I do!

I respectfully disagree.

Mr Kovács is right, this is a serious matter.

Previously, we were all just loudly chatting

about this and that...

And now Mr Gyurica asks us...

What on earth do you mean he asks 'us'?

Strange interpretation indeed!

Colleague Béla, did anyone asked you anything?

- Nobody asked me. - Well, nobody asked me either.

Let's set these things straight once and for all!

With all due respect, I would like to ask you something, please.

Can we sit here with clear conscience

and not answer a question like this?

Could anyone?

Yes, we can! Tell me, do you know

what it means to have a twisted mind?

I can tell you. A person

who leans back in his chair smiling, and watches

the flies on the ceiling, he has a twisted mind.

Now tell me honestly, Mr Kovács,

has anything like this ever crossed your mind?

Or mine, or Béla's? No! You know why?

Because we have our own view of the world.

We don't need no Tomotikis or Gyugyus to know our place.

You perhaps already know which one you'd choose?

What do you mean 'perhaps'? Why 'perhaps'?

You just said 'those who already have their view of the world

need not think about such things.'

You just said it. So you must already

know which one you'd choose. - Leave me alone!

- Am I not right, Mr Kovács? - You are.

Naturally. But I think Mr Király is still

right to protest.

After all, Mr Gyurica posed this question to me.

Therefore I am the one who ought to answer.

Tell me, Mr Gyurica, that Timoteus-tiki...

He truly never realised that...

Hold out! Long live Szálasi!

Good evening.

Good evening.

'Joy and Bliss have left this nation,

warmth of home, give consolation!'

That is how it goes. What may I get you, sir?

- Come, what would you like? - Do you have pálinka?

Well, we...

Don't worry. My friend here will close his eyes while drinking it.

Give him a shot. Is that enough?

Well, give us a sip.

Thank you kindly. Go on then!

And for you, sir?

Very kind, but none for me.

Charming little spot. Are you the owner?

- Yes. - Well done.

Very well done.

Now that's what I call pálinka...

You must be quite the whoremonger to get supplies like this.

- Say what? - I'm just saying...

Apologies for that. How much do I owe you?

- 1.20. - If you'll allow me...

Out of the question, I'll take care of it.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

The next house to the left is 17B, correct?

Yes, this is 17A.

Thank you for treating us to such an excellent

pálinka... Good night.

Good night.

Hold out! Long live Szálasi!

Come on.

Animals...

Anything else to drink?

- No, no, thank you. - That'll be 1.40.

Here you are.

Did I hear it right?

Was he asking about 17B?

Yes.

Dirty murderers.

Well then... perhaps we could take our leave now.

We better call it a day.

To your good health, gentlemen.

If you'll allow me to say it, Mr Gyurica...

We didn't finish out discussion.

Get off it! You actually want to start it over again?

I'd like to answer your question.

- You would? - Yes.

And since I have done a lot of thinking about the world,

my answer is... yes.

What do you mean?

I am choosing Gyugyu, the slave.

- Here's your coat, Mr Király. - Thank you, my master.

You were really able to choose him?

Yes, sir. It's the only choice.

He is lying.

- What did you say? - You're lying.

We are off, colleague Béla.

Sorry, sir. Why did you say this?

Because you're not telling the truth.

Don't make a big deal of it though. Happens to everyone.

Shall we, gentlemen?

Ignore him. He's always like that.

Here you are.

Please, take it back. What you said. Please.

- Are you coming, Kovács? - I'm coming, yes.

Do you also doubt what I said?

Well... It is difficult to answer this question... Maybe you didn't have

enough time to think about it.

- So you doubt me. - I didn't say that.

And you! Do you believe I would choose decency?

Why does it matter to you what I believe?

The only thing you should care about is your decision.

- What else do you want? - Do you believe it or not?

Answer straight as a man would!

I never hurt you, Mr Patron.

You shouldn't hurt me either.

The man who's right doesn't need to shout.

And someone as violent and nervous as you are now

would hardly make a good Gyugyu.

It's not worth arguing about silly games like this.

Take it from me.

Thank you... please, forgive me.

Not at all. It's me who is sorry.

Thank you for the wine, chief.

And I do hope that at least one of you...

would find the strength in this given situation

to be true to their ideal self.

Good night.

Get the door!

For crying out loud, he'll lure air defence in here!

You're such a gigantic nitwit, Mr Gyurica.

If I may say so...

I wholeheartedly agree!

Do you know what the ultimate truth is, gentlemen?

The ugly truth is what I carry in this bag!

Now don't you forget to add garlic!

Do you know how much you know about cooking brisket,

colleague Béla? All of this!

You must be right.

But you know what you get when you are right?

All right. God bless you all, have a good evening.

I'll bring your wife's watch tomorrow, colleague Béla.

You should indeed. Well, gentlemen, I'll see you all

tomorrow. Wait just a moment!

You may exit now.

- Mr Gyurica. - Yes?

Tell me, that Timoteus, is he really not aware of

the horrible things he does?

He is not. He doesn't know guilt.

In that case...

maybe he is not even quilty?

That's for you to decide.

And if I'm resurrected...

I mean if I would, as either this or that,

would I remember that I was the one who chose?

- No. - Are you sure?

I am sure. You wouldn't remember anything at all.

In that case...

Good night to you.

Greetings to your wife!

Thank you, likewise.

You really stirred something with this dumb question.

That poor devil won't be able to sleep.

Him I'd actually believe if he chose Gyugyu.

- Him you'd believe. - Him I would.

But you wouldn't believe us.

- Us who? - Me. Or colleague Béla.

This is a question that everyone answers for

themselves, don't you see, Király?

If someone lies to himself...

that is bad enough for him.

All the best.

- Good night. - Sleep tight.

Little girls aren't enough anymore, you want little boys, too, eh?

You perverted swine...

Bathing in the blood of virgins, huh?

That's what you want, Mr Moral Judge.

And he has the nerve to ask us.

I have to make sure she doesn't see the pork chop in my bag.

Dead sure she would take it away

and feed it to that husband of hers.

Once I should arrive without a bag and say,

'Listen here, darling. You think I will just keep

doing this? From now on its over.'

No more meat, no egg, no bacon, no wine,

there's nothing anymore!

Your husband can drop dead for all I care.

The good times are over, understood?

That little devil has a divine mouth.

Just make sure she doesn't see the pork chop.

She can take the brisket, but she can't touch

the pork chop. That is only mine.

There's nothing Erzsike loves more than pork chop.

Where were you, for God's sake?

If I told him that I pick that monster,

they would've believed me. But because I dared to choose

the good man, I'm a liar.

What lies in our future, dear God?

Poor, miserable mankind.

How did they forget all the good,

all beauty, all nobility?

61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67.

1367 steps.

A good average.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- Have you already had dinner? - Yes.

- How do you feel? - Fine, thank you.

Are you all right?

I'm still a little dizzy. Sometimes.

Lackó!

- No one saw you? - No.

This is where I need to be tough.

Before we kiss, I have to tell her

that the pork chop's not for her.

This Kalmár, this train ticket inspector,

we'll give him his fifty,

so that he brings some of this excellent pálinka

next month as well. Just today, elegant clients complimented me on it.

Take one pill twice a day.

It helps with those little cramps and fatigue that you'll

feel for 3-4 days. Hide it

so that they won't find it.

You must have been very scared.

You thought it's the end of the world.

But it isn't.

It's the beginning.

It means you are growing up.

You're healthy. This is life's way of telling you

what your purpose is in this world.

The important thing is what you say now,

and not what the future holds.

But don't stress so much about this, you know Gyurica.

- He's an eccentric fellow. - He's a good man.

For four years, ever since his wife died, he takes care

of those three children.

I've never heard him complain.

He is a good man.

He is, I am not saying he isn't.

But he is strange.

He likes to egg you boys on.

That's why he came up with this, to tease you all.

My God, this is not what it's about, my dear Ilonka.

Unfortunately, this isn't what it's about.

Lackó, Lackó, I can't believe this!

Is this really mine? Gosh, this is beautiful!

You dear lovebug, you... Brisket...!

What's in the other package? I saw there's another one!

My bunny, please leave the other one alone.

Pork chop.. My dear Lackó! We have pork as well!

It's over.

A hundred to that Arrow Cross district commander?

Not a chance! What for?

Does he do anything for you?

I'd prefer if he didn't do anything to me.

That's why he gets a hundred.

Little people like us will only live if we keep our

heads down, kiss the district commander's hands,

and let him believe that he is the Tomotiki.

Is that clear, my love?

If the Russians come in, they will hang him along with your

precious pálinka.

And if the Russians don't come in? If they remain the

big dogs indefinitely?

And if the Wunderwaffe succeeds? Huh?

A man who has suffered and has seen death

during his time on earth, he knows:

nothing will save him from sin and evil,

but his sufferings themselves.

Do not refrain from suffering.

It's the only way to become good.

It's the only way

to be among the chosen ones when Judgement Day comes

when the angel from John's Revelations

shall break the fifth seal.

Everything we have today in the world will perish.

Evil is alien to man, alien like the sickness

that he recovers from.

Whatever happens in the world today you will forget.

You will all forget it.

Life will prevail, because there's no other way.

Don't be afraid...

But it is late. Time for you to go to bed.

How restless... Is she like that during te day, too?

She's always like that. Always expects she'll meet someone.

She's always waiting for someone but never tells me who it is.

She kicked off the sheet again. She does this three or four times a night.

What about them?

I put them together to free a bed.

You're a smart little girl.

I'll try to get another bed for them.

Where we'll put it I do not know... Anyway.

You go now.

You're a clever girl. Sleep tight.

Good night.

Good night.

- I left the notebooks in the workshop. - Thank you.

Put the big teddy bear here on the covers. 'Night.

- Are you asleep? - No.

Are you still mulling over that?

- Yes. - What?

Well, I'm sure there are Timoteus-tikis and Gyugyus

in this world. Nobody would be able to just make them up.

But who created this horrible life?

Since everything in the world is the work of people.

- Listen. - Yes?

I think I'd be able to choose.

- Are you serious? - Yes.

You see, I think I'd be able to choose because I suffered

so much since I was little, I suffered enough for three people.

I know you also had it bad at home, but the life we lived...

Even today I sometimes wonder how we survived.

But we lived.

I got used to this kind of life, and I don't think I could

choose the other kind.

Aren't you the same way?

From now on, we'll start a new page with 50 pengos for

Mrs Szabó, my angel.

Not until hell freezes over! Who is she to us?

Inspector, rail worker, police- woman, or the Almighty?...

A widow, sweety, do you understand?

A widow?

Her husband was taken. Lawfully and politely, he was

taken tonight between nine and ten o'clock.

How do you know this?

I saw the officials doing their business.

She can put those 50 pengős to great use, kitten.

If the Russians come, they'll see all in

order at hers, and I will have supported

a communist family.

We need to be prepared whatever happens

alright?

I will never be Gyugyu.

You think I'll sit and let these Tikitakis

do what they please with me, huh?

In the old days, when one sacrificed themselves for

for a greater truth, he had the chance to

give his live in front of the whole world.

People followed him with their eyes and witnessed

his magnificent annihilation, watching as flames consumed

his body, they heard him cry out:

I die for you!

... but nowadays?

And yet... he, who was called,

must choose to suffer.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Don't worry, nobody saw us.

Welcome. I am uncle Miklós,

what is your name?

- Anni. - Hello, Anni.

A beautiful brown teddy bear awaits you inside

with a giant chocolate bar in his hand.

You'll stay here with him and I, until mommy and daddy come back.

My daddy and mommy won't ever come back.

Why do you say that?

I saw them shot dead. When I grow up, they'll shoot me dead, too.

So I'm glad I'm still little for now.

Take your little bag, sweetie. Good night.

Come on, we'll take a look at the teddy bear and the chocolate.

We need to pull through, angel. We need to survive any

way we can, that's life.

This life's a filthy whore.

You always need to calculate as though you have terrible sins.

You have to or you'll die.

What else can I do? Go head first through the wall?

No way! It's better to live.

I want to live, my precious, live with you.

Come here! Come, you piglet.

Come here to your Tomotiki, I am no Gyugyu!

We're being clever about our life, aren't we?

Why am I such a big moron? Blowing everything out of proportions.

Ever since I can remember, I've been abiding by

the laws that were written centuries ago...

and nobody asked me about what I want.

Am I right?

Lucie... where are you, Lucie?

What is happiness, good God?

To dare to do whatever we desire.

That's what makes a man free.

Why do I have to go through the torments of hell?

Just because I feel good being with a woman?

And I cannot bring home a two pounds of meat.

Erzsike doesn't even know that piece of meat ever existed.

Where have you been, for God's sake? I couldn't sleep all night.

Look at yourself, the state of you.

Timors-Tikitaki...

His undisturbed happiness.

Lucie!

Where are you, Lucie? Come already!

Where the hell are you, you beast? You whore!

How long should I wait?!

At last you're here. Why do you leave me alone for

so long? You...

You sweet little slut!

You sweet little whore!

Jesus! What's got into you today?

I'll cut your throat, okay?

- Rip your stomach out, okay? - Okay.

I'll drink your blood.

- Do you want it? - I do!

My sweet, sweet Gyugyu. To kill you, Gyugyu!

You precious, bloody little piece of meat!

Dirty, pretty, divine beast! You!

Ilonka!

- I cannot bring myself to it. - To what?

To pick Gyugyu.

And you woke me up for this?

I'm not the man who I thought I was, Ilonka.

I always say decency this, honour that...

And now it became clear to me that if I could choose,

I don't actually want to be Gyugyu.

Oh, you... You'd rather be that vicious rascal?

But he's not guilty, Ilonka.

At least he doesn't feel that way.

And he has a good life, unlike that other one.

Think about it, what good a life you would have.

A good life with me.

Of course it has to be Timoteus-tikitaki...

Nothing more to think about here, Mr Watchmaker.

You knew very well that we knew precisely

the real answer to that foul little question of yours.

No need to worry about what this wretched world

would think... Just think, Mr Watchmaker,

what you yourself initially thought

when you made up this stupid tale.

The truth is what you thought as well, everything else is hypocrisy,

lies, deception, and so is everything else in this fucking world.

You all want to become Tomoteus Katitakikikis!

The whole world wants to be like him, and so do I!

Gyugyu... if anyone that stupid ever existed...

Gyugyu...

You bastards...

For God's sake, where have you been again?

Hello, my dear Erzsike. Are you still awake?

God bless you all!

What is it, colleague Béla, are we saving on the firewood?

Don't want to waste that little wood on your patrons?

I take it back, it's getting warmer now.

Is this the only song this rubbish can play?

Why?

I have never heard it play anything else.

What the...? Has the master brought her Excellency's little watch?

- He did. - It's a fine piece.

He did a fine job despite being a lousy watchmaker.

You are wrong, my dear sir.

- May I? - Sure.

You think beacuse this watch is working now,

everything's all right with it?

All its valuable parts he has

already stolen, there are no honest watchmakers in this world!

Mr Gyurica, you will let him talk to you like that?

Why, will it prevent him from dying?

Here we go...

There it is again.

Let's set this straight once and for all. Who will die and when?

You will... When I've had enough of you.

Tell me, sir: have you considered not being unpleasant around people?

Not really.

Was there ever anything you were satisfied with in your life?

Not really. What can I do, that's how I am.

He got up on the wrong side of the bed again.

He was unsucessful last night it seems.

Look at his sour face.

Could you sleep last night, Mr Király?

Why couldn't I? Couldn't you?

I was thinking all night about Mr Gyurica's question.

Good gravy! See, Mr Gyurica, this good soul

will never die but go straight to heaven.

Angels will carry him like they did Holy Mary.

And your consclusion?

Well... No conclusion, really.

I thought that maybe Mr Gyurica's question wasn't a very good one.

Because Gyugyu's way of life is not the only way to decency,

and the other one's life is not the only way to dishonesty.

Is this not what you arrived to, Mr Király?

Now don't start with me, Mr Kovács.

- I'm serious... - For Christ's sake, it's just a game!

Are you taking me for a fool?

This gentle soul thinks I don't have better things to do

at night than beating myself up over this.

- Especially that you had that brisket! - Exactly.

How much was that brisket?

I told you, it cost me a rare Bosch and a Romanische Baukunst...

No, I mean how much did it weigh?

- 3 pounds. - That's something.

And tell me, did you honestly ruin it with winter salami?

Look here, colleague Béla, if you really need to tease me,

come up with something more amusing.

I did use winter salami, yes!

When I went home my wife was over the moon

that I cooked it; and I didn't meditate on pointless stuff

and I wasn't waiting for flowers to sprout out of my navel either.

Divine smell of roasted beef, working in the kitchen, what more do you need?

Nothing, nothing at all!

I don't understand. Did this question not keep you up last night either?

My man, you are either very special or angels really did drag you away.

You know what I did? Caught up on my finances and then slept like a log.

I don't have time to contemplate over such matters...

I'm suprised...

Be our guest! Anyway, moving on. What's new

with Sári and her husband?

Sári, dear lord, remember what an excellent whore she was!

Do we have to? This story turns my stomach.

And why's that?

A lawful marriage makes your stomach turn?

Church, registrar, witnesses: what do you have against it?

It's filthy, ugly...

You're exaggerating.

He got a 20-year-old pretty little thing

and she'll get thirty thousand when the old man bites the dust.

It's the most honest deal for both.

He's right, what else should he do with all that money?

Or is he supposed to take all that money with him to the grave?

They are here again.

Stay where you are, please. I asked you not to move.

My apologies.

This is what I like. A blessed and noble silence.

Quiet music in the background.

Evening!

- Please... - Shut up.

Santa Claus has arrived.

I think you'll all agree to come with us. We'll take a short ride together.

Correct?

If I may... What's all this about?

- At least tell us... - I said shut up!

Is it any clearer now?

You honestly believe we owe you an explanation?

Move it, come on!

No coat!

Who are these?

An unimportant matter, as I said. Small fish.

Oh, yes. A bartender, a watchmaker. The other two?

A carpenter and a door-to-door salesman.

- What kind? - A book salesman.

- Have you started already? - We're about to.

Well, go ahead then.

Macák...

Get one of them.

Good evening.

Come over here, son.

I said come here.

What is it? Can you not speak, son?

- Please... - What?

I am János Kovács, carpenter.

I'm married with children.

This must be a misunderstanding.

Please kindly check the names of those you were meant to bring here today.

Bring where?

- Here, sir. - Where?

- Well, here. - I asked you, here where?

See, this is when one can see how fatal ignorance can be.

But we will try to remedy that, okay?

See, here's this misunderstanding between us.

What did you say you do, boy?

A carpenter. With all due respect, I'm a carpenter with a licence, sir.

He's delusional.

Because if you were a decent carpenter,

then your wife would be a decent carpenter's wife,

and not a filthy whore.

You damned...

No need to be nervous here...

As you can see, knowledge doesn't come cheap.

It would've been better if you knew,

if a criminal like you, son, whose wife

used to sleep with half the town before becoming your whore,

if a dirty rogue like you calls decent people

murderers, then these people will get upset,

and will let you know about it in a physical fashion.

For instance, like so.

Not bad... Not bad but not the best either.

Can I make a few suggestions?

Not the first time I say this to you,

it probably won't be the last.

First of all, a fault in your approach: you said previously

that this is an unimportant matter.

Please explain precisely why you think this unimportant?

- Well, isn't it? - Explain why it is.

Yesterday two of our brothers were shot, both of them died.

Before that a bomb was dropped on the party's headquarters.

Today we caught two teenagers giving away flyers.

Those are not unimportant.

Compare this to four men drinking wine in a pub

calling us murderers and then going home to their wives.

They bark but don't bite.

So I call this matter unimportant.

These men have never even seen arms,

and I don't even think we need to tie them down when we execute them.

- Do you want to execute them? - Of course.

Then why did you have them beat up?

What do you mean why? What was I supposed to do with them?

Teach them how to crochet?

- How old are you? - Twenty-eight.

- Humanities student? - Yes.

- Do you know Huizinga? - Yes.

- Ortega? - Yes.

- Have you read The Revolt of the Masses? - Naturally.

- Tell me why do you beat them? - Why do I beat them?

Yes, why do you beat them? Ever gave this a thought?

On the right of the seized power.

On the command of the anger raised by my principles!

- Is that all? - Isn't that enough?

First I'd like to correct a mistake of yours.

Leave us alone.

They drop a bomb on the headquarters, I say it's unimportant.

They scribble graffiti, make flyers... unimportant.

They shoot a brother of ours... unimportant.

Why? Because we catch the perpetrators, hang them or shoot them in the head.

How many are there? A fraction of the population,

a thousand, ten thousand, twenty thousand,

sooner or later we catch them all, they will make lovely corpses... unimportant.

What is important is those who are not bombing, shooting,

not making flyers. That is what's interesting!

They live and breathe here. They are the ones we have to deal with.

We live in the age of the disgusting masses, professor!

Masses that have never had more illusions about

their roles in the world than they do today.

It turns my stomach how much the masses think of themselves in this century!

Strikes, protests! What has the world come to?

Now these four blokes, of course we won't execute them.

Why then, you may ask, have we brought them here?

Do you have any idea what these men think of themselves and the world?

- I don't. - Let me enlighten you then.

They say, 'we are nobodies. We have no influence over anything.

We can't do anything but keep our heads down and let

the storm of history rage outside our houses.

Nothing we can do, we are at their mercy.

They can do to us whatever they like.'

You see, we brought them in so you can prove them right.

So that this Macák would break their noses,

beat them up, dislocate their shoulders, kick them, and so that

you could call their wives whores no questions asked.

These four men have to learn that you indeed have the right to

say anything, break their noses and

teeth, beat their kidneys to a pulp.

This is why you beat them, professor!

They need to learn they can do nothing but you can do everything.

This is why you will send them all home instead of killing them.

They will spread the word about what happened to them.

But they don't need to know why, what they're guilty of.

They don't need to know the role of the little photographer boy either.

Don't even mention him to them.

Keep them in uncertainty, let them all be afraid out there

in the world, the guilty and the innocent alike!

It's easy to produce dead people but

to produce dead people who eat, drink, and are able

to keep their mouths shut like real cadavers,

that's hard and that's why we're here.

That's why we never beat them out of spite but out of pedagogy.

- Is all this clear? - Yes, sir, completely.

I'm glad we agree.

As discussed, you will send these four men home.

But wait until morning so they can cry their hearts out

in the daylight, and until then of course take care of them.

Send for me before you let them out.

You'll want to speak to them?

Say, did you understand everything I told you?

- I think I did. - You sure? Think hard.

Pick up where I left off...

Is there perhaps a puzzle-piece missing?

I don't know what you mean.

They'll leave and will hate us, that's fine.

They'll hate us, that's also fine, it will just increase their fear.

But how will they feel about themselves? Can you tell me that?

I think... they'll be happy to leave this place.

Your imagination is a bit lazy, my dear.

Don't you think they will respect themselves for

raising their fists when Macák kicked them?

Or when you called their wives whores?

Doesn't that annoy you?

Only a man who respects himself is able to protest, to revolt.

Would you let people leave this place fearing us,

hating us, but rightfully respecting themselves?

Would you make that mistake?

Until they have a shred of self-respect,

you can try as you might to beat fear into their brains, professor...

So, what do you take away from this?

What do you need to do?

You need to make them despise themselves, understand?

Until you've accomplished this, you have accomplished nothing.

Nothing at all!

Know first that a man will always fight for his miserable little life.

Secondly, a man is an extremely weak, shamefully worthless and cowardly being.

Isn't the coat under your head uncomfortable?

Mr Kovács... try to remember...

didn't they say anything that could tell us why they brought us here?

They said that my wife was a whore.

A whore... a common whore.

- Mr Gyurica... - Yes?

It's impossible to live in this world.

Murderers! Bastards! Animals!

Open this door! Open up!

Can you not hear me?

What is it, dear Béluska? Does your head still hurt?

Everything hurts.

What's up, you loser watchmaker?

Are you afraid for your shitty life?

I've had enough of you, my dear Béluska.

Shouldn't you sit up a bit? It would help with the pain.

Don't worry about it. Do something about that salesman instead.

What is he waiting for by the door, the salvation or the bus?

You hear me? Leave that door!

Tell me, is it possible they'll never let us out?

Don't be childish, Lacika. We'll all die in here.

- Are you sure? - I am.

As sure as I am that you shouldn't cook brisket with winter salami.

- There's one thing you can try though. - What?

Tell them you have no idea why you're here but you are sorry

and you'll be a good boy from now on.

And they might let you out.

Are you joking?

You know I have no sense of humour. Just try it.

I am not certain but it might work.

What do you think?

It might be worth a try.

It might be... What do I have to lose?

You have nothing to lose? Are you serious?

This is not how I pictured it, old boy.

- What? - That it will end like this.

- It's not over yet. - It isn't?

A few days before your wife died...

I hope you don't mind me telling you now...

She came to see me in the pub.

She was looking for Irén, to get some pasta recipe.

She came in with her big belly.

A few days before her due date.

I said, 'Piroska, this is going to be a boy, you'll see.'

'I hope so', she says.

'What will you call the child?' She says, 'I'd like to call

him Miklós...' 'After his father?' I ask.

'Yes', she laughs.

I said, 'but one of yours is already called Miklós.'

And she says, 'I would name all of them after Miklós if it was up to me.'

And she blushed like a child.

Can I ask you something? Don't answer if you don't want to.

- You listening? - Yes.

- Do you know why they brought us here? - No.

- You don't? - Why should I know?

Don't take it the wrong way...

I always thought you're the kind of man who has something to hide...

Something good, I mean.

You are wrong.

I'm thinking about these morons who brought us here.

If they had any brains, they would let us out.

They are through with us all anyway. Why not let us out?

Next time I should see them I would serve their table on my knees.

I'd kiss their asses asking them not to pay in my pub.

If they kill us, how will their investment pay off?

What use is beating us up if we kick the bucket anyway?

How is that a good deal?

You have to lick the floor clean if they say so, remember?

Do you think if I tell them, they'll let me out?

You need to try it. Anything can happen.

Our colleague... seems like he didn't apologize.

A man has the right to try anything to survive.

The real crime is not to try everthing you can. Anything.

How is it hanging, you pretty boys?

Are you gay yet?

Get out!

Please, sir, wouldn't it be possible to...

Shut up! Move!

What is it, asswipes? Look alive! Move it!

What's up, soldier? You certainly look a lot tamer now.

This year Santa Claus will bring you something extra nice.

Here's Santa Claus!

Still breathing, son?

Look what your uncle has got you.

Isn't this a pretty view?

Kindly get in line to see it properly. It's only polite.

Line them up facing us.

- Line up! - Why are you shouting?

These are intelligent people, they'll understand if you speak normally.

Good morning to you.

Good morning...

We've kept you away from home way past your bedtime,

so it's time for you to go home now.

I couldn't determine whether bringing you all here was justified.

If it was unjust, please kindly forget about this little misunderstanding.

I realise this isn't easy, a man, after all is born free and with dignity,

but what else can we do in a situation like this?

I have to express my regret should you indeed prove to be

good and honest citizens, who want nothing else but to

live in piece and quiet. Is that correct?

It's correct.

I have to confess that my colleague and I had conflicting opinions.

He wanted to execute you all downstairs.

I managed to convince him that you, as you said, were brought in here

due to a mere misunderstanding.

I suggested that we give you an opportunity to prove

that you are loyal citizens.

To this end, we pulled up this homunculus here, who

as you can see, only has hours left.

This pathetic being was a foundry worker who decided to

blow up our weapon warehouse

and who said we were 'common criminals, thieves of freedom,

heirs of Nero and Caligula, traitors, and so on and so forth.

We were unsuccessfull in making him see where he was wrong.

Well, I proposed that we should not hastily execute you downstairs,

and give you a chance instead to express your disgust towards this

dangerous individual who is a public threat,

and then return to your homes safely.

Basically, before leaving, you would all come and stand in front of

this monstrosity and proceed to slap him across the face, twice.

Unfortunately you can't avoid getting dirt on your hands in the process,

but you can easily and completely wash it off with warm water at home.

You decide the order, whoever wants to come first.

You may start now.

You devil...

Just to remind you the trams will soon start running.

My God... help me...

My God...

And what if they don't wish to prove their honesty?

Of course they will prove it.

It won't be so easy to kill them, my friend.

Someone start it right now!

Christ...

Christ...

One-two, and you are done!

Christ...

Have mercy on my soul, my dear Lord.

Idiot! Take him and bring him around.

No... my God!

Do you want to go home or not?

- Let me go... - Who's up next?

I can't do it! Let me go...

I don't want to! Let me go! I must not!

Finally it seems we can all go downstairs now.

No!

You're not going anywhere, Mr Király.

- Let me go, please! - You're staying here.

You filthy murderer.

Careful, Macák!

You rotten beast...

Well, we're done here. Finish them.

But without any pedagogy.

Wait!

Look at that! Is there actually a decent man amongst you?

If you will...

Be brave, my friend, you'll get it over with

and we'll open the door for you.

Mr Gyurica! You mustn't! Get away from there!

You must not! Mr Gyurica, don't!

Hit this fool out cold.

Mr Gyurica...

Congratulations, one-nil!

Once more and the match is over.

Go ahead! Don't waste our time!

You're a fine man worthy of freedom.

Macák! Get the door!

This way, my friend. The shortest route is always the best route. Please...

Are you crazy? Lower your arms.

Walk properly.

What?

Go on, lower your arms.

- Do you want to go back? - No.

- Then scram. - Yes.