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Inforg St�di� Presents

a film by Benedek Fliegauf

FOREST

In Memoriam Gy�rgy Feh�r

I'm sorry, but I still don't know who this is.

You said he arrived this morning, says that he knows me,

and you let him in.

And he lies down and falls asleep.

Not to mention that he's got a dog with him.

Both of them sleeping.

And I'll bet he's the one who brought this friggin' big tank.

And you say you don't know him. Then why did you let him in?

He says something, says he knows me and you go and let him in.

I don't understand this at all.

It's damn hot out, just sweltering hot,

I come home, and instead of some peace and quiet I get this.

And you're the one who's upset, when all I would like to know is, who is this person?

Not to mention the fact that if you really don't know who this guy is, fine, he's sleeping,

but why don't you put on something decent at least. Sitting here half naked!

I can't believe it.

I just can't believe it.

What are you doing in my apartment? Who are you?

Did you have a nice beauty sleep?

I brought you a dog. You have to look after him.

I really wouldn't like to look after him.

Why should I look after him? I don't even know who you are.

It doesn't matter who I am.

- I can't take him with me. - What do you mean it doesn't matter?

You won't have any problems with him. He's a good dog.

I come home, it's damn hot, I'm dog tired,

I have a fight with my girlfriend because of you...

- The most important thing is to take him out... - I don't understand the whole thing.

- Twice a day. And feed him every night. - But I don't want to walk him.

I don't care how many times.

And after the walk you have to give him some water.

He doesn't like chicken bones.

Give him Pedigree, the vegetable kind, if you can.

What? No way...

This dog has chosen you.

What do you mean chosen me? Are you crazy or something?

Is this some kind of a game, walking into strangers' homes

- and telling them this stuff? - He's had his shots. - Is that can yours?

You must remember that party when this dog chose you.

You were drinking in the kitchen with your girlfriends,

and this dog went over to you. You couldn't get him away.

I was watching the whole thing from outside, I could hardly drag him away...

Maybe I do remember, but I have no need for this dog.

- But... - I don't want this dog. - But this dog has chosen you.

- This dog is like that. He chooses his owners. - But I don't...

I can't take him with me, please understand.

- But I don't know who you are, why, and... - You won't have any problems with him.

- Don't give him any chicken necks. - Why do you leave him here?

- Why do you leave him here? - I can't take him with me...

Are you leaving that here too? What's in the can?

Gasoline.

- Are you leaving it here? - No, I'm taking that with me.

- I'm only leaving the dog. - Well I was about to say...

You're not going to have any problems. He's a sweet animal.

Sweet or not sweet, I have no need for a dog.

I can't take him with me.

You come in here, some random apartment

and say that you know me, even though you don't.

I didn't say that I know you, this dog has chosen you.

- I have things to do, and I can't take him with me. - But why, where are you going?

I'm going to commit suicide.

I'm going down to the Danube, douse myself with gasoline and set myself on fire.

Fine, then go.

Listen, here is a list, I wrote everything down on it.

I've written down his breed, the name of his vet,

his cell phone number and his office number,

I've written down the dog's favorite food, vegetable Pedigree,

what time you have to walk him, when you should give him water,

when his last shots were, everything is written down here.

You can figure out everything easily from this list.

Listen, a dog's sense of smell is 48 times better than a human's.

He can't stand the smell of this gasoline.

When I leave, air the place out a little.

I haven't fed him for three days, feed him and he'll love you.

- What's your name? - His name is Bingo.

- How much did it cost? - Two and a half.

Two and a half? A bit much, don't you think?

Yeah, but at least it's the best.

How old is it?

On paper it's four, but I think it's more like five or six.

More like six, huh?

And what about that dent in the front?

Well, they brought it over in a container, sealed up,

at the border it was fine still, then at home something happened to it.

Did you get some kind of reimbursement for the damage?

Yeah, I got it all arranged.

- And how did you bring it home? - With my mom's car.

Is that why it was full of air fresheners?

- Yeah. It stank like hell. - I thought it might.

Did you wash it off before at least?

I unwrapped it, threw it and went over it with a steam-razor.

Only I stood far away from it, so poor thing wouldn't split open.

But you didn't bring it in the passenger area, did you!?

- Well, I did. - Really? - I dumped it in the back seat.

But they muck up everything.

And have you heard it talk yet?

Well, a few days ago I was driving by the Westend Station

and there's all those lanes there,

and I cut into the left lane from the right turning lane, all over the place,

and I thought I heard it make a sound there. I heard that they say things in stress situations,

but I don't know if it was the car or what...

I heard that they don't talk during the day, only at night...

If you creep up close in that silence you can hear them mumbling to themselves.

I heard that too, and if it's sleeping and you talk to it, then it can learn stuff.

And where did you get it? By mail-order?

I found the advertisement on the net, and I ordered it.

That's a little risky isn't it?

Well, they can track it down, but who the hell cares?

My mother was frightened by one of these when she was a kid,

now she feels a little strange around them.

I can believe it. They can be pretty scary. Especially the cheaper ones.

She said we could have one, she'd even fork over some of the dough for it.

But she wouldn't keep it like this.

It would be kept in the house. I told her to forget about that.

Well you're right.

Think about it, she puts your stuff in the washing machine,

and then puts this one's stuff in too. Well, that's going too far.

You don't want them getting high on themselves.

And have you given it something to eat yet?

I gave it some leftovers. I'm not giving it my food.

- And what about booze? - Naw. It's only been here two days,

I don't want it to get all drunk on me and smash up everything.

- Try it out, to see what happens. - Well, I don't want to just yet.

- Have you seen it's heel? - From the disease?

I think that's stupid, I heard about it.

No, it's not stupid.

I have this friend, he had one of these,

and after a while his was like, it's eyes started to glow in the dark.

- Was that one white too? - No, his was black.

You know how it is with the black ones.

The cheap ones are defective.

The yellow ones aren't so bad though.

They're cheaper, but the white ones are the best.

Yeah, but they're pretty expensive too.

And have you taken it anywhere yet?

Yeah, we went to a restaurant.

I ordered it a beverage, and it was fine for a while.

And what about sweets?

- Didn't it want a piece of pie or something? - Sure it did, but I didn't give it any.

Will you give it a name?

Well, I've thought about it, maybe I'd name it Lola.

- The dancer from the whatdoyacallit? - Yeah.

There's a similarity, it's back looks like hers,

yeah, the way it curves there, don't you think?

You're right, maybe that's where I got the idea.

Yeah, absolutely. That's just how it looks.

- And you go somewhere? - I'll leave it here.

- Like this? - As it is.

- Do you think it will be okay? - Well I should hope it will.

- They said that's the best. - I heard they are pretty durable.

It's not so bad I guess...

But if it could talk... that would be just great.

If it would talk during the day then you could teach it.

I've heard of some that can talk during the day. We could try...

Some people have been successful in teaching them.

Then we'll be able to do it too.

Well, it was a pretty good buy, I think...

Okay, let's go have a beer.

- Okay. - Should we bring one for it too?

- No way. I've only got three cans. - Yeah, forget it then.

It'll get used to the good life here quick enough.

- C'mon, let's get out of here. - Fine, let's go.

I parked in front of the school yesterday,

I was a little worried because she came later than she usually does.

But... you know how it is.

Kids, always spaced-out.

She came out twenty minutes after the bell rang.

I tried to think that I was imagining the whole thing,

that I was over-worrying myself, but yesterday I'm sure I saw what I did.

It was no mistake.

Maybe she's playing it up, or whatever,

that she's a big girl and stuff, and all those things she sees on TV,

but... I noticed, you know,

that there is this eye contact, and she's acting like

she's a little lady or something, I don't know.

I felt like I was her chauffer or a footman,

or I don't know who, driving the young couple

to their wedding night at a hotel.

We took him home, we arrived to Tomi's house,

and said goodbye, she gave him a kiss on the cheek,

and by that time, you know, I was feeling a bit annoyed and all,

getting all worked up about it,

and I looked back at him for a second as he was standing

at the crosswalk, and... I think he had a hard-on.

Meaning, that my daughter gave him a peck on the cheek,

and you know she put her hand there, as kids do,

I tried to calm down, that I was overreacting and whatever, to stop this nonsense,

he's got something in his pocket or I don't know,

but no, I think that something else was going on,

he really did have a hard-on.

I think the problem is that you are spending too much time with her.

What do you mean, too much?

How do you think I am spending too much time with my ten year-old daughter?

I don't think I'm spending too much time with her.

Moreover, I don't think I'm spending enough time with her.

All I'm saying is that...

...I was confronted by the fact that some ten year-old brat had a hard on because,

whatever, he looked at my daughter's ass when she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Somehow... this doesn't fit the picture,

this is not what I'm talking about.

I walked into the bathroom by accident once while she was having a bath.

Nowadays I can't even use the bathroom

when she's inside because she always locks the door,

her nipples are swelling.

I noticed that...

they are not what a ten year-old girl's breasts should look like.

Or whatever, I don't know...

And she was ashamed, you know.

She got back down in the tub and covered them,

and I didn't say anything, I was like, fine, and everything,

and I was embarrassed, and I came out, but then I thought,

why should she be ashamed, she's not my lover or

a strange woman or something, not a stranger,

but my little girl, she can see me naked whenever she wants to.

What does she think that I want to rape her or something?

She was so strange, strange, not my little girl.

I don't understand anything.

All I know is that our only child is afraid of you.

- And I can't blame her. - What do you mean?

I'm her father, I'm not going to hurt her, I'd never harm her.

Once I went into her room and there you were in this embrace,

and it was a completely unnatural situation for me.

What was unnatural? That I gave my little girl a hug?

That was unnatural?

I'll hug her whenever I want. She's my little girl.

You spend too much time with her.

And the problem is, you're not concerned with the things you should be.

You're caught up on things like she has body odor,

her breasts are growing, her legs are hairy, her underarms smell...

Nonsense. I'm concerned with the things that are my child. Her body is a part of her.

It is not nonsense.

You've been talking about this for the past several minutes.

All we're talking about is the child's bodily changes,

the development of her body... But all of these things are negative for you.

Of course they are negative.

Don't you understand what I'm trying to explain to you?

- No, I don't understand at all. - I don't want to lose her.

This is a simple fact of life, a biological function,

a baby is born, she grows up and becomes a woman...

- Save the speech for your girlfriends. - She will be a woman, just like me...

This is not what I need to hear. That's what I tell strangers too, relax,

I know that's the way it goes, I know that this is natural,

I'm a biologist, you know that I know,

I breed bacteria every day, from the test-tube to the Petri dish,

I know that that's how things are, but that's not how I want it to be.

That's fine in Tomi's family, I don't want it.

This is not what I wanted, that's not why I wanted a child.

I want this family to have one wife and one daughter as members.

I don't want two wives, or one wife and some strange woman.

I don't know what you can't understand about this.

She's going to become this thing, a god knows what.

Say it! A what?

- She's going to become what I am. - Let's just forget it. - A woman.

But I don't want her to become a woman yet, I don't want.

- You can't control this. - I know that I can't control this.

I know that I can't control the facts of life.

I told you that I'm clear on what's going on, I understand this in a material sense,

and I also know that we have to be strong,

fine, let's accept it if you're talking about it so much,

but I can't accept it emotionally. But if you...

I'm not going to cut off her legs if she grows up, is that what you think?

Don't you think you're approach to this topic is a little demented?

My feelings, are those demented, my emotions?

You're not talking about emotions...

You think it's demented that I need my daughter by my side,

so that I can hug her, so I can give her a kiss anytime,

so I can smell her hair, is that unnatural for you?

Maybe I won't do it, maybe I can't do it, because I can't,

because of all kinds of morals, we can show the world what we want,

but at least let me be sure that you don't think what they do,

that I'm sick or something, because I am not sick.

The person who denies that they have feelings like this is the one who is sick.

That's the one who's sick.

The person who doesn't feel this.

The person who feels that it's natural

that she'll grow up, that she'll suck the cocks of other men,

she'll run around everywhere, that's what's sick.

And I will not stand for it I don't want this to happen.

I know I don't have the strength, but still, I refuse to accept it.

I only ask you for a bit of, I don't know, a bit of

understanding, or your help, not this coldness,

sitting here, giving me this talk, stuff you see on TV, like them, and stuff.

Come here, sit with us. Let's have a beer. Don't be afraid.

Come here, I'll tell you a story, you have an hour don't you?

Let me tell you the story of how it all started, how come you can eat only catfish here.

I don't know if you're interested, but I'll tell you anyway.

But dammit, do it the right way.

- You were here too, weren't you? - I was here, dammit, but...

This place, where we are now, this is Sanyi's...

- Shady Sanyi... - Shady Sanyi's river...

Long ago there was nothing here. Sanyi had this little food stand, you know,

and this boat wasn't here.

Then one day he shows up with this elderly man, a captain,

who the boat belonged to.

He docked over here and said that from now on there's gonna be a restaurant here.

Well, and what happened was that the captain said

we should get together for a party,

a grand opening, 'cause after it'll be a restaurant and

he wanted everyone to know about it. He invited everyone.

The captain was a real jerk, 'cause we were invited alright

but we had to pay for everything.

There were these huge amounts of food and booze,

I was pretty satisfied anyway, I was sitting there and drinking,

- having a beer then too, you want some? - No, I'm fine, really.

- I hope I'm not boring you. - No, I'm interested.

You've got time anyway, doancha? An hour at least.

- That's when the ferry leaves. - Yeah.

So what happened was that we were having this party, and

the captain all of a sudden, this elderly man,

starts arguing with this waiter kid, not only arguing but hitting him too.

Dammit, supposedly he fucked him too.

I heard that too, but who knows?

- Sure. - Is that what you say, Lajos? - Sure.

So he was beating him up in secret, I saw it from right here,

from the side, and what happened was,

he started to bleed and everything, all I saw was that

he took him over there, to the anchor, and...

Tied him there, dammit.

He dropped him in the water.

We thought, no sweat, it'll be okay.

Shit, goddammit, we knew that nothing would happen.

So what happened was, suddenly everything started to shake.

Dammit, quit shakin', everything's gonna fall off.

The boat started shaking, everything flew all over the place,

plates and glasses, everything, you know,

the water was all foamy.

What I saw was that the captain ran away,

and came back with this short-barreled gun.

And he starts to shoot at the water.

Bang, he changed a lot of cartridges.

All I saw...

was that he turned the gun once, pulled the trigger, and then collapsed over here.

Huge panic, everyone was trying to get away.

Stepped on my foot, dammit.

That's why I punched him in the face.

Dammit, why did he have to step on my foot.

'Cause you're an idiot, that's why. You shouldnt've, just for that, poor kid.

Four assholes came, from Hor�ny, came to look over things, whatever,

one of them remembered Sanyi's brother.

- Shady Sanyi, dammit. - Yeah, Shady Sanyi's brother.

It turned out that this whole mess was being caused by this fish.

An enormous fish crashed into the boat.

So... We saw it from over here.

So the cops called the fire department...

But dammit, don't forget how the people fell in.

- Yeah, it's true... - Five, six, seven...

We're not boring you are we? You still interested?

So the story is that the firemen came

and started pulling at it with these big hooks, not only pulling either.

Hooks my ass. They pulled it out with a net.

Fine, fine. There was this huge, I don't know

some fishing guys said it was a catfish, I don't know, I can't tell,

but they tossed it over here, it was as big as a boat,

like some fifteen-twenty meters long, and one of the cops says,

one of the kids from here said we should see what's up

with this Sanyi's brother, that we slipped into here.

It turned out he was inside the fish's belly.

- Dammit, he was tied to the anchor. - Well, the fish ate him, dammit.

One of the kids ran away and

- came back with this hatchet... - Shit, that wasn't a hatchet...

they slit open the fish's belly, and propped it up with oars.

It was an electric knife, the kind they use for bread.

- Quit interrupting. - But, tell it like it was. - Quit interrupting already.

I hope we're not boring you, he's always interrupting everything.

Just because he doesn't tell it like he should.

So what happens is, they get Sanyi's brother out of there,

the cops look him over, he was half digested, at any rate,

and they didn't much know what to do with this fish as a kind of evidence.

It'd start to stink after one day.

- But Shady Sanyi was there. - Yes. He was there, dammit... - He bribed those four jerks...

...and since then no one likes him, dammit, everybody hates him.

Yeah, yeah. He bribed those cops, and he got us unemployed people

from around the place to cut the fish up,

- and now you can see, in the boat... - Those fucking huge crates there...

Yeah, two-hundred liter crates, we've been eating it ever since.

My God!

And before... Sanyi got together with that whore, the captain's wife, right?

Naw, she was a whore before that too.

Anyway, the restaurant belongs to him now, it's Sanyi's,

and since then we've been eating catfish.

It was about five years ago, huh?

Dammit, it wasn't five years ago, don't you remember?

Were you that wasted?

- Fine, Lajos, fine. - Six. - Six years ago.

I hope we didn't bore you, dear.

Do you think you can just move away, and then move back, move away and back?

One woman after the other, and you never tell me what's going on,

you just pack up all your stuff,

and start to move out, take the hard drive out from the computer, and move out.

And not a damn word to me.

Then in a few months you're back again. Who do you think you are?

And you don't have the common decency to take it with you.

If you've packed it up then take it to hell with you.

Why do I always have to find the stuff of strange women?

Should I do their laundry for them too?

Or should I bake them an apple pie?

Why don't I just send over a little souvenir along with my boyfriend?

A free gift, huh?

Or an instruction manual, what he likes in bed?

Though I think they probably know that already.

Why do I have to go through this each and every time?

Just shove it in a plastic bag, whatever, who cares,

just get it out of here if you want to move away.

Who do you think you are, putting me through this.

You deceive me, cheat on me with some woman, then another woman.

How many times do you want to do this?

The first time you did this, you packed up your stuff

and moved in with some eighteen year-old slut.

Then the eighteen year-old slut wasn't good enough,

so you moved back to grandma's.

Then you did it again.

Porno magazines.

Wherever I look I see your sexual frustration.

Why don't you have six girls at once, or whatever...

Why don't you leave me alone already about women.

- You fill up my whole life with all these women? - I'm sick of women,

- I'm going to end up a fag next to you. - You are a faggot.

All I've been doing is jerking off for the past few months.

I'd rather keep jerking off, but please leave me the hell alone about women.

I'm fuckin' sick of women.

I'm surprised. You're backpack seems to like them.

Of all the friggin'... dammit.

Then why are you fucking up everything with these magazines?

If you're so sick of them? Why are they in your backpack?

Because I'm taking them to a friend, dammit, that's why.

- You don't have any friends. - Dammit woman, I don't have

a life next to you, let alone friends.

The Valley of Sorrows, friends.

- What Valley of Sorrows? - I don't have a million friends,

I don't pick up friends on the goddamn SMS projection canvas.

- I had one friend. - And where is this friend now?

He's dead.

Your friend is dead and you're taking him this stuff?

The photos and the magazines, and the CD-player?

- And how did he die? - You're a retard,

I swear, goddammit... your brain is out of order.

He died, dammit, he just died. What do you mean how did he die?

How? Did he get hit by a car or something? Was he sick?

He committed suicide, dammit, because he couldn't stand scum of the earth

like you and your girlfriends, and you whole friggin' environment,

your idiot family.

- And why did he commit suicide? - Because of people like you, dammit.

He hung himself on a gas pipe.

- And where is he buried? Do you want to take this stuff to his grave? - He has no grave.

Then where are you taking this stuff?

Then where?

Who said I want to take them anywhere, dammit?

But why don't you just tell me, normally,

then we wouldn't be having this lousy argument.

You can't tell me this much? This is so basic.

This is why two people are together, so they can solve things together.

- Why don't you just tell me? - What is there to solve?

- What are you talking about? - I hardly know you.

You want me to put him back together, like Frankenstein.

When you saw why didn't you just tell me?

- You have no tact, no even the glimmer of it. - But if I don't know.

You don't even have any fossilized tact, do you, you're just incredible,

not a molecule, I swear.

I can't believe it.

You are an aggressive, crazy, stupid bitch goddammit.

And is this his girlfriend? Or who is this in the picture?

But how...

When did you want to take this to him?

I would be leaving, if you wouldn't be bitching.

But where?

I told you it's better if we don't talk about it.

And what did they do with him? What did they do with the body?

It's on exhibit in a mausoleum in Red Square, dammit.

What do you mean what did they do with the body?

- Was it cremated? - Yes, and washed away like shit.

They couldn't stand looking at the coffin.

- And where? - In the cemetery, dammit, where?

In a shower stall, where? I can't believe this.

- They sprinkled his ashes in the cemetery? - That's what I'm saying.

A wash-up, do you know what that is?

- I don't know. - A fountain, they wash it the hell up.

So then where do you want to take these things?

- Fucked if I know. - He has no grave. - No grave.

So then how do you want to meet him?

Where?

And why don't you want to tell me?

Fuck this, this is the epitome of unintelligence what you're doing.

We've come right back to where we started. Why can't you tell me?

If you had told me right at the start, then there wouldn't be this...

You don't understand do you?

I can understand that for some reason your receptors

and sensors aren't working, but dammit, don't you understand what I'm talking about?

- I simply cannot believe this. - But how could I know, how could I think something...

Please, just don't think anything, I've already told you and still you won't shut up, goddammit.

There's no need for your tact any longer,

although you don't even know the meaning of the word,

not at all, not in the least bit.

So you're going to go to the place where they cremated him?

I would have gone too if you wouldn't be here giving me this brainwash, I should be going.

And why are you taking these things exactly?

Because this is what he asked for.

I'm not like you, that I think over things inside my head,

I think with other people's heads.

He asked for this. So this is what I'm taking.

I'm not going to take him some, whatever, marzipan torte, dammit,

or some, I don't know, "diakiri", this is what I'm taking him. What he asked for.

And you're going to put it down there

in the cemetery or at the place where they washed him in?

I'm leaving, and we're going to meet.

You're going to meet him?

- Don't you think this is a bit absurd? - Probably it is.

Everything is absurd in this world, dammit.

I'm going to be late because of you.

Why don't you help me pack up instead, I'm fucking sick of you.

Why don't you just get out of here then, don't help, go goddammit.

Go to your idiot, retarded friends, dammit,

go to R�cz Garden, dammit, with the shiny little pebbles, to hell.

Drink your fucking Sangria, dammit.

Read the horoscopes, and go fuck yourselves.

Whore bitches, dammit.

Help me, stuff that shit in the bag, you want me to be late?

Hurry up, goddammit, put the stuff in the backpack, for the love of god.

You fuckin' stupid bitch, dammit. Go to hell, sip your little cocktails at the Rom Garden

or wherever, get your ass outa here.

Are you okay? You had another bad dream?

It was terrible.

I dreamed that I had done something very bad.

I dreamed that we had a baby and... it was very dirty.

I didn't see him as dirty, but grandma said he was dirty and that we had to give it a bath.

And by then I saw too that he was very dirty.

Very, very dirty.

So I put him in the tub and gave him a bath,

and then I saw that he was clean.

But grandma said that he was still very dirty.

And then suddenly he was very dirty again.

And I bathed him and bathed him,

and each time she said that he was still very dirty,

and the water was so strange too, and the baby looked so strange,

and everything was very strange. But grandma said everything was all right.

All right. We have to give him another bath.

I took him out of the water then.

I wrapped him in a sheet,

and I thought that I would bring him in here and put him on this bed.

And then I can play with him here.

And then I wanted to play with him, and he wasn't alive anymore.

And grandma said that nothing is wrong, but he wasn't alive anymore.

And in my dream I felt that if we would have a baby one day then I would kill it.

I knew in my dream that is what I would do.

It was only a dream.

- Won't I do this? - No, you won't.

- But I'm sure I will. - That's silly.

- But I will kill it. - You won't kill it.

It was only a dream.

I don't think that it was a dream at all.

I hear her voice, even when I'm awake.

I shouldn't, because I really love her.

I was raised by my grandmother,

and she loved me very much. She loved me the best.

We loved each other very much.

Once I picked beautiful wildflowers and made her a lovely bouquet.

I spent a whole afternoon picking the flowers

and planning what the bouquet should look like,

what kinds of flowers, what color, I even put an ear of wheat in it.

And then suddenly I heard the bell toll.

And I knew I was in trouble, because at the toll of the bell

my place should have been at the supper table.

And this was very important.

I ran and ran.

All I wanted was that she receive the most beautiful bouquet from me,

because it was mother's day. That's why I did it.

And of course I was late, everyone was already there, waiting for me,

everyone was sitting at the table,

and I gave her the bouquet, and she was very happy.

But when supper was over, she took my hand, and we went into the bedroom,

and I knew that I would be punished.

I was scared, but...

but... I didn't mind, because I knew that this was how things go.

If I did something bad she was strict with me.

And... she put the bouquet on the table,

in a vase, and broke off the ear of wheat and told me to get undressed.

And I took off my nightgown,

and she told me to bend over.

And then she came over to me very slowly,

and I didn't know what she was going to do, I was just waiting.

And I was afraid.

And she took the ear of wheat and she put it in my behind.

It hurt very much.

But... all the while I knew that she was doing this because she loves me.

Or... I don't know. But I always wished that I was all grown up,

so I wouldn't be the child who has to go through this,

but that I would be the one doing this to someone, or I don't know.

Now this dream really frightened me.

Even though we love each other very much.

She loves me too.

That's why she was strict with me.

In my dream she was the one, she was the one who told me what to do.

And when I am awake, she's the one telling me.

And so what happens if this dream turns into reality?

It was fine for me when I was a child,

I was happy that she loved me the best.

I never doubted that what she did was good.

But now I don't know.

But I know that she loves me.

And I love her too.

She was the only person who loved me.

Don't you mind that... she tortured you like this when you were a child?

But I was bad. She had to do that.

I had to follow the rules.

That was the only thing she ever asked of me.

That's not love.

She was a sadistic animal.

She wasn't sadistic.

Don't ever say that again...

She disappeared a few years ago.

What do you mean she disappeared?

She went on an outing to the woods.

She wanted me to go with her.

But the weather was bad, and I didn't feel like going to the woods at all.

She went with two other pensioners.

The others, whom she usually went with, they didn't go.

Because of the weather.

They had some tea beforehand by the edge of the woods,

and that's when they were last seen.

They came out of that place and went into the woods and then disappeared.

Even the police couldn't find them.

The search party was out for a long time.

Now I don't see her yet, I just hear her.

But I know that soon I will see her too.

And I know that something will change forever then.

I can feel it.

Something will happen then.

Listen, why don't you sleep a little. It's very late.

Yes it is.

Yes it is.

Rest a little.

- I'll bring you some milk, okay? Some milk and honey. - Okay...

Don't worry, he won't come between us.

I had to tell him this, but...

...I will always do what you say.

We love each other.

Listen...

Goddamit, I've had enough.

This is total nonsense what we're doing here.

It has no sense at all, completely useless.

Don't you understand what I'm saying to you, Barbara?

- I understand. - Yeah, sure you do.

I just don't understand what your problem is now.

Dammit, what do you mean what's my problem?

Think! I come out here to the middle of nowhere.

Your car breaks down, fine, who cares.

In the middle of the ferry, who cares.

Some asshole yells at us to get out of here. Who gives a fuck?

We have to walk through water to get here,

I'm a mess, scummy and dirty, look at me,

I come here, and then you discover that you've forgotten the map at home.

I thought, we'll come here, look at the map,

find him, go there, and talk to him.

Instead, you leave the map at home,

and here we are wandering around in the middle of nowhere,

and you look at some tree and say, this is the tree, for the twentieth time.

At it's always the same tree.

We've been going in circles for the past five hours.

But Kati, I know he's here.

I can feel that he is close by.

But Barbara, look at us, look at the mess we are.

You're dirty and disgusting and so am I.

And you're telling me that someone is here,

who went mad five years ago.

- He did not go crazy. - He went crazy.

- You know very well that he did. - Laci did not go crazy. - We've known him forever,

I lived with him too, he didn't have any problems, he was a normal person,

you could always believe what he said.

- That's what I'm talking about. - You saw the video, Barbara.

- He was with you, working all the time... - This man took his 28 million forints

and ran it through a paper shredder.

Then he says he's like to come out here and enjoy nature a little.

Then what are we talking about? What?

- He went mad, don't you get it? - But he didn't.

He was crazy when he was working all the time,

and nothing else interested him except work and money.

And now, dammit?

What the hell do you think interests him here in this friggin' forest?

This is a Hungarian forest.

We're not on Goa, not in Brazil, where there's animals and plants and fruits.

There's nothing here.

- But that's exactly why he came here. - But what exactly?

What does he do here in the winter?

You think he digs out little seeds from five meters deep?

Really, leave me alone with this shit. What is there to do here?

Someone comes out here and stays a month,

and I say, fine, okay, I understand. In the summer. Now.

But in the winter?

I have no idea what we're talking about again,

- what are we arguing about? - You're aggravating yourself.

But Barbara, I'm aggravating myself because I have to talk

to all kinds of jerks and everyone to get here, look at me,

I want to go home, I want to watch TV, I want to have a shower

and not waste my time out here.

Because of some madman.

Seriously, try and have at least half a brain.

Don't you understand what I'm talking about?

- Get up and let's go home. - You don't understand either,...

I know that he's here, despite the fact that five years ago...

- How do you know? - I can feel that he's nearby.

But Barbara, that was fine in the first hour and in the second.

But don't feel his presence in the fifth hour, dammit.

Try to think about what the hell we're doing here.

You're sitting here, meditating, and you can feel with your sixth sense that he's here?

Don't give me this crap.

Next time come out here by yourself and leave me out of this.

Fine, just sit down, and calm yourself.

I'm not going to sit down, you stand up so we can leave.

You'd better not wait for that, so the best thing you can do

is sit and calm down, so we can talk about this,

because I can feel that he is here, please believe me.

- Don't get yourself all worked up. - What can you feel?

Laci went crazy. Can't you get this through your head?

Do you know what happens when someone goes crazy?

- Don't you tell me he didn't go crazy. - Well I think he didn't.

That's what you think.

Well then I have my doubts about your mental state.

Barbara, don't rake the shit out here, get up and let's go home.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

No I don't understand, Kati, what you're saying.

This happened five years ago.

Tell me please what that madman has been doing in this forest

for the past five years, where there is nothing at all, goddammit.

Sit down and calm yourself.

We will find him, I can feel it.

I can feel it.

Barbara, what are you doing?

Just please get up, and let's go home.

Barbara, you have a family, you are a hairdresser.

Why are you lying in the middle of the woods on a garbage dump?

Hear me?

Come on, you have to get back to the shop.

No, Kati, we're not going back.

Cast:

Written and directed by: Benedek Fliegauf

Picture: Zolt�n Lovasi

Sound: Tam�s Z�nyi