Original subtitles

Immediate evacuation of civilian airplanes.

The story of this story unfolds between Budapest, the capital of Hungary

And the border with Austria, the very place of casting this film.

It takes place in November 1956 during the Hungarian uprising.

Translating and adapting text, MAGISTER LUDI

travel

Is it the time of departure?

Scuzaþi me. Is there something new?

I've been here for two days, already.

FLIGHT 306 WALKING, UNTIL LEAKING

- Russian airplanes? - I would not be surprised.

I have the sad feeling that these planes

may mean, maybe I say,

suspending civil trafficking, in which case...

We are foreigners in transit. Come on, let's go.

Even if we have to wait four, five days or months...

Four or five months?

The Russians are nice people, but their watches are pretty much the same...

Very funny. You have no children to worry about.

Listen! It's in English.

I'm here! Wine!

Can you hear me? We can not resist.

For the name of God, come to save us!

Help Hungary! Come on, until it's too late!

We're begging your help for the last time!

This is the end.

What a disaster!

Please close it.

Help!

I thought they were just giggles.

Now let's give the world a courageous lesson.

Who will teach her?

Good morning.

Here, please!

Around here!

All we want to know

It's about once.

I work for British television.

Listen to me!

We'll get you somehow.

There's a free chair there. You'd better sit down.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

So that's it: we'll have to take you by bus to Vienna.

Civil air traffic was suspended.

I can not go to Vienna. I want Athens to leave, please.

It's crazy. You keep telling us: tomorrow, tomorrow...

My daughter and I can not go by bus.

There are no fighting outside of Budapest.

You will be led safely by Vienna by the Soviet Command.

It's just 250 km away.

Scuzaþi! What happens?

I work for the Greek Consul.

They left. They left the baby with me.

Do you have any news on Flight 306?

Attention, please!

Aeroflot passengers,

CSA and Polish Airlines

will be transferred to another airport.

- Excuse me! - Yes!

Do not you recognize me, Mrs. Ashmore?

Yes, but I do not know where.

Hugh Deverill.

Your husband invited me to the summer residence two years ago.

- Of course! How did I not remember? - What are you doing here?

Visiting some friends at Legaţie.

Cecil is not with you?

This time, no. What do you know about Flight 306?

It was canceled. Our Russian friends have requisitioned the airport.

They're sending us by coach.

- Where exactly? - In Vienna.

It's not possible!

Would not it be better to stay here until the flights resume?

Listen, please!

All civilians will have to leave the airport in 15 minutes.

You understand? 15 minutes!

We do not have much choice, are we?

Mr Fleming, with whom we have traveled here,

not feeling well.

Poor man, I have to let him know.

How do you feel?

I think we have.

Are we leaving fast?

The flight was canceled.

We leave by coach to Vienna.

Even? Do you think I'll resist?

Must!

You must resist!

Sorry!

Do not do that, please! You promised me.

Excuse me.

I'll be fine.

Do you want to play the war?

You are the right one, and I, the bad guy.

I'll let you win if you want.

My cowboys are upset?

- Are you still for the bus? - Yes.

We leave the war later.

Let me help you.

What's your name?

Billy Rhinelander.

He does not know, and Mom is scared.

Harold, do not let people bother!

Yes my dear. No moment to breathe...

Passengers for the Vienna bus

They are praying to gather outside immediately for departure.

- My suitcase, please. - Yes.

Go.

Go, please!

Calucci.

- Your name, please? - Hafouli.

- Ashmore. - Fabbry.

- I kept you from the window. - Thank you, but I prefer to stay here.

You are the last person I would have expected to find here.

Mr. Mitsu.

- Where are we going? - In Vienna.

I'm going to Amsterdam.

In Amsterdam, later. From Vienna! Understand?

Next.

Thanks.

- The name? - Fleming.

Thank you, climb!

Your travel permit can be found at the driver. Farewell!

We will cross the Danube, then we will take it to the west bank

bypassing the center of Budapest, towards the outskirts of the old Buda.

Behold...

We will then take it north, on the main west, towards Gyor.

We should cross the border for lunch.

We could have lunch in Vienna.

It seems very simple,

yesterday, however, an American convoy with women and children was detained on the road.

The Russians are very nice people.

Why did you let Cecil go alone?

He knows I can only take care of myself.

In England, maybe. Here, however, it's a little different.

- He did not know I was coming here. - No?

- Cecil and I have separated. - I am sorry.

For a bachelor old like me, you were the image of a perfect marriage.

- Poor Cecil, how does he bear? - He's married to Christmas.

What happens?

It seems to be blocking the road.

Stay down, please!

Flip!

Place yourself!

Everything is OK.

For a moment we thought we were going to stay here.

Mom, that man has fallen!

Ajutaþi me!

Open the window! Quickly.

Poor man, it has just been wrong now! Ask my wife for some whiskey.

Let me go!

Scuzaþi me.

- What language does he speak? - I do not know anything.

Here, some colony water.

- What else does he say? - Of course not English.

- Ladies! Whiskey! - Thank you.

Excuse me, please.

Thanks.

Thank you all. I think he'll be better now.

Let's. I'm sure Mr Fleming is in good hands.

- I'm falling, is not it? - I'm not gonna leave you alone.

It's a tin. When the Russians started counting us

I instantly forgot my name. The new one.

It's kind of stupid, is not it?

- It's Henry Fleming. - Oh, yeah, Fleming...

Born in Vienna on May 24, 1914.

British citizen of 1947.

Is it worse?

It's not that bad.

I wish I was not so weak.

- I'm going to look for a calmer. - Good idea.

What are you doing? Take care.

It's fine. They're insurgents. We are friends, we are with you!

Shut up please.

Passports.

- Did you see the Russians? - A road dam about 10 km.

A dozen people and a tank.

How long to the border, please?

You are 3 km from Moson,

our village, on the shore of the lake. The other side is Austria.

English?

Yes.

What happened in Budapest?

Destroyed...

Young lady!

Take chocolate!

Take it. We will find it beyond the border.

We need guns, not chocolate.

Tell the others that we will fight with stones, if necessary.

We are in Moşan, the last Hungarian city. In a few minutes, Austria.

Well, it was not such a difficult attempt.

- What happens? - Russian tanks.

Just a few minutes from Austria.

We have to go through the city center.

They want to control us. Prepare your passports.

What he wants?

He said to wait.

Permission is not good.

We have to go down for some control.

Protests are useless.

Be polite, but firm.

- What did he say? - Let's wait.

Who are these people?

Refuge Hungarians. And now nenorociþi foreigners.

- Are we arrested? - I hope not!

The Russians are not too kind,

but, though disagreeable,

In general, this is reflected in their compatriots.

Let me talk.

Ask the Major if he speaks English.

- Ask if you speak Russian. - Unfortunately no.

In this case, we better speak English.

Thank you, Lord! So...

God has nothing to do with it.

As for your travel permit, it is no longer valid.

- We were issued this morning! - I know how to read.

Things are changing very fast these days.

All travelers must have an exit visa issued by the Headquarters.

Nobody told us that.

I'm telling you now.

- Yeah, I get it. - And what should we do?

Nothing until I receive your permissions.

And how long?

Billy, do not do that.

- Here, Billy. - You're nice, but...

I'm just doing my job.

- Are you Americans? - Does it bother you?

It does not bother me, I was just curious.

We've been home for five years.

And if you know the Persian Gulf...

In addition, Ms Rhinelander is pregnant, and we...

There are women and children here.

You can not keep us here just because of papers!

Well, I'm afraid I can...

It's a comfortable hotel across the street. Or do you go back to Budapest?

Certainly not!

I mean...

It would be silly to go back all the way, I think!

- So you think? - Yes.

Personally, I'd rather wait here.

A wise decision.

I agree with Lady Ashmore. I could phone

to our Budapest link? I'm a television reporter.

Phone calls are forbidden.

If you make a complaint, I'll be glad to hand it over to the Headquarters.

Complaint? We do not have that.

We are only eager to resume our journey.

I wonder why everyone is so impatient to leave this country.

So, what's your decision?

Do you go to Budapest, or do you stay my guests?

- I think... - We will stay!

Can I take the passports?

They will be sent to the headquarters in Gyor.

Are there any Hungarians among you?

The driver.

See: Rachlitz!

Von Rachlitz. And my daughter.

Have you been born to Postdam, and you have Ethiopian nationality?

I'm the vice president of the national aviation company.

- Since? - 1947.

- And before that? - General-Major in the Luftwaffe.

- Thank you. - Avron!

Simon Avron.

Professor of agronomy in Tel Aviv, born in Kiev.

- You speak Russian? - We left Russia 42 years ago.

A long time! You should be back in a good day.

You will see how much has changed.

Fabbry!

Jacques Fabbry.

Student? What were you doing in Budapest?

- Walking. - Strange times for tourist visits.

I have seen wonderful things.

It is true that Budapest is a very beautiful city.

Rosso!

Artist!

Pictaþi?

- Musician? - Not quite, not exactly.

Then?

Did not he hear of you, patrons?

Alessandro Rosso,

ventriloc, illusionist!

If you want something, whistle!

- I'll remember. Ashmore!

You do not look like that.

What are "private signs"?

A mole, a scar, something like that.

Do not you have that?

Nothing that would interest the passport office.

Fleming!

- Who's Fleming? - It's me.

That is all.

Lieutenant Tulpin will take you to the hotel.

One more thing.

You are not arrested, but you are my responsibility.

Try not to abuse my hospitality.

- It's clear? - Yes.

Stems!

Here, climb!

Arrivals!

You are at the Red Star Hotel, very famous and very small

but a Hungarian saying says it's always for friends.

Get up, please. Up and right.

Scuzaþi me...

Do not worry.

I'll fix this.

Two gentlemen here at number four.

A nice room.

A man up here, please.

Here's the bathroom. Hot water on Sunday.

A beautiful room for children. Behold!

Ladies, here, please.

All ladies.

I'm coming back, sir.

- Go straight to sleep. - I'm fine.

Gentlemen, here. Room 2.

A beautiful view.

Three beds and a sofa. Very comfortable.

You, at number 3.

It's pretty cramped, but pretty clean.

- Do you have luggage? - Yes, thank you.

- They promised us a warm meal at eight o'clock. - A good news!

Tell me... How long have you met Fleming?

I thought I already told you. Why?

There's something weird about him.

And what does that have to do with me?

I'm just trying to help. The Russians are not like the Salvation Army...

Any attempt to mislead them would jeopardize the safety of 14 people.

I do not know what you're talking about.

Mrs. Ashmore, excuse me.

The problem is:

Do you want the bed, or the sofa?

The sofa, if you do not mind.

I've been cold all the time, even in Africa. Dad says...

I do not really like this gender segregation.

Men are some pigs, but after 10 o'clock in the evening,

are absolutely indispensable.

- Are you married? - Yes.

- Sorry? - An English marriage.

Solid but cold.

I apologize. I was just...

- Curious. - About what?

That lord... with you... Understand what I'm saying...

She's not with me, lady. No more than you are.

Flip, quiet!

I finally managed to sleep my little monsters.

We will have to deal with what we have at hand.

Did you see water? It's the color of iodine.

Beds would be fine if they had ladders.

Do you think they put the microphones in the rooms?

Dinner!

Miss Ashmore, can I get you a minute?

It's about Mr. Fleming.

He seems very sick and does not want to stretch, at least.

Mr. Deverill thinks you could persuade him.

I could try.

- Have they all gone? - Lock the door, please.

Can you rebuild my bandage, please?

It's all done.

I apologize for the misfortunes.

Do not talk nonsense.

- You know when we can go? - I'm sure tomorrow.

Tomorrow...

What?

Nothing.

I wish you could trust me.

You have to do well.

It's all that matters.

You need a good sleep...

What do you want?

- Dinner is ready - Thank you. I go down immediately.

Who is the girl?

Her family was the owner of the hotel before she took it.

See if he's listening to the door. Please.

- There is no one... - You do not understand.

We should have gone separately. If anything happens to you

because of me... Ready. Listen!

I know you did not want to leave, but if you were left, you would have been caught.

It's not time to do the martyr.

You are sick and injured, and I have to deal with you.

I'm going to cross you that border.

Even if I have to fur, to lie or to kill. You understand?

Be patient.

We have not seen each other for five years!

A bunch of time...

Very long.

Serve, appetizers!

Not too many, but very fresh.

Here's the wine.

The Gypsy music is a bit sad, but it makes you very happy.

What do you know of the Russian officer who orders here?

Commander Surov? A handsome Russian.

Drink, sing, remember razor.

The only problem is he does not take a bribe.

He's been in the country for two years.

Men admire him.

Women like...

Do you like cucumbers?

- I like very much. - Not me.

Sometimes we have to eat and what we do not like.

Sometimes we have to do things we do not like.

Did you say anything?

- Sorry. - Mr. Avron suffers from asthma.

I am sorry.

What do you call yourself? Where are you from?

Teklel Hafouli.

We live in Cairo. I am from Syria, and my wife is French.

Good.

Are not you 14?

Sure. No children and driver.

Excuse me the delay.

13 is bad luck.

Who is missing?

Mr. Fleming.

- Fleming? - Like the English inventor of penicillin.

Captain Dembinski, drawn from a distinguished family of chemists in Kiev.

- He says the inventor was a Russian. - If he says that, we can not resist.

We invented many things, in fact. That's not...

Von Rachlitz! Yes Yes.

- Do you agree? - Sure.

Will Mr. Fleming join us?

- She does not feel too good. - I'm sorry to hear that.

Does he have fever?

You have nothing to worry about.

I would not want something to happen to him

this... Mr. Fleming.

Maybe she should see a doctor.

How clumsy I am!

Sarmale, the specialty of the house!

What is this?

- Harold, kids! - I'm going.

Do not be alarmed.

A little war outside.

Police action.

We often hear gun shots. How dark,

They're starting to shoot.

At first, you could not know what was going on.

Then the orders came as a glimpse.

I tell you that you are here, and the enemy, beyond. Very simple.

Let's take, for example, the shootings from the outside.

I know my people. They love the locals.

But maybe they shoot in them right now,

because they are being attacked. It's crazy, is not it?

And look... is not it weird? You should be our enemies,

and the Hungarians, friends. But, though, you are going to eat chicken with us

and we and the Hungarians kill each other.

He has no idea! Did you say anything?

Where do you want to go?

- Out! - You're too young to keep up.

I saw boys younger than me, destroying your tanks.

Sit down.

Sit down!

You'd be fine, Mr. Fabry.

Are not you hungry, or do not you like salsa?

Not right now, thank you.

- You are very diplomat. Avoid controversy.

That's more comfortable.

I'd like to force you one.

If I were one of the hard, humorless, not English...

Let's leave it.

Speak English perfectly. Where did you learn it?

In Canada, on a military mission.

Immediately after the war.

I liked it there, but I did not have much time left.

- Do not let us stay too far. - Ugly on their part.

Maybe.

But let us say that.

Everything's under control. Some children were playing the war. I put them on the run.

- No one was hurt. - God, thank you!

I knew! I knew you knew me!

Now I know who you remember.

A woman, in Ottawa, opposite the embassy,

who crossed her whenever he saw me.

You think I'm the devil, are not you?

What is he talking about? I did not say anything.

That's right. Major, you are not courteous!

I just wanted an honest look. It's too much?

I do not know where you want to reach.

- Are you afraid to talk? - I prefer to avoid debates.

I'm just curious.

You look like some well-informed people.

I would like to give you a statement, an explanation, anything.

I fought from Stalingrad to Budapest. We have released these people!

And they captured me a man,

they hang him on a tree and mock him.

What do you say? I want to hear the truth! Yours...

Not mine!

And I will not hold you again. I promise.

I am sorry.

It just makes me expect you to say something.

They hate you.

Thanks.

Down!

Deverill!

- Wake up! - What?

I am worried about Mr Fleming.

You know, Mr. Deverill, from the beginning, I was a strange guy.

Now it's very clear.

As he speaks, he's definitely not British.

He's Hungarian!

Hungarian!

He took part in the revolt, was hurt, and now tries to flee.

You have an overwhelming imagination!

If it were not so late, I would go straight to the Russian commander.

You will not do that.

I'm not going to risk my life because of him.

Speak, please, slow down.

Mr. Deverill, I do not think about myself...

I went through a lot.

I think about the others, women and children.

If the major found out, we would give him the best excuse for...

What is it?

I'm going to see. Go to bed!

- Are you looking for something? - Bloody Hungarian cuisine!

Do you think they find some bicarbonate around here?

- Do not you want a tea? - With pleasure.

Can not you sleep?

Because of the chicken, probably...

No, not because of the chicken.

- I thought I heard someone shouting. - You're right.

She was Fleming.

How is it?

You'd better tell me everything.

Remember!

I feel responsible for you, whether you like it or not.

Avron and the Syrian have already learned.

If it is as I believe, and Fleming is a Hungarian fugitive,

you have to explain everything to me.

- What do you want to know? - Who's Fleming? What do you have with him?

Make the good Samaritan, or is it more personal?

- It's more personal. - That's what I was afraid of.

- Sugar? - Yes, thank you.

His name is Paul Kedes.

Professor Gillyat led him to come to the country immediately after the war.

It seems that the Major is not sleeping. Sorry. Continue!

He's an exceptional biologist.

He studied in America during the war.

- Milk? - No thanks.

I do not know how it all started,

but I remember the day I decided to leave him.

I was in an Italian restaurant in Soho.

I tried to make him understand...

I tried to...

anyway, the next day we went to Nassau with Cecil.

When I returned, Paul had gone.

He had returned to Hungary.

At first, they did very well.

Then, in December 1952, I found out he was arrested.

They have staged some allegations of espionage.

As proof, figure and letter to a friend in London,

in which he asked of me.

They used all the means of torture against him.

That glove, do you know why she wears it?

Because his plucked nails have not healed.

He was released just ten days ago by a few of his former students.

He was injured in a street fight.

He lived five years of nightmare, and that's just because of me.

I will never be able to pay for this guilt.

But I will try.

I will try!

English, very beautiful.

Good morning to everyone!

- What happens? - Every day something changes.

Another Battle... Another order from the Russians.

If he would stop giving orders...!

What does the new order say?

1. All weapons must be handed over immediately, or...

2. If you know counterrevolutionaries, or imperial agents

fascist saboteurs, or any suspect person,

You must report, no later than this morning.

Good morning. Would you like to see me?

Excuse us, but we'd like to know

how your patient feels

Sleeps. Where's Mr. Deverill?

The Major sent after him.

- I understand. - Did you find out what the orders are?

- What do you mean? - Get it!

Let's not hide behind the finger.

If your boyfriend is English, then I'm Chinese.

If you tell us your friend is not a Hungarian, we believe you.

But if it is, I'm afraid we have to make a decision.

If they send a doctor, how do we explain the bandage?

There are no bandages in cases of flu.

If we realize that, they will give their Russians too.

You can tell us everything. No one will use it against you.

Good.

He's Hungarian.

What?

We only have a solution. I propose to tell the commander everything.

Are you going to denounce him?

- You know what he could do to them? - But the nine?

Have you been in any of their prisons? We, yes! My daughter and I...

I'm opposed to handing it over to the Russians.

- It's unthinkable. - Stop playing the scouts!

You always care about the fate of others. Better think about your wife and children.

Our fate worries you!

I do not want to interfere, and you should not do it either.

There are Russian soldiers there. What they want?

I do not know, Flip. We'll find out.

What do they want now?

I'm sorry to bother you again. Other formalities...

Fill out these forms required for exit visas.

You promised to leave this morning.

I did not promise anything.

Again, thirteen!

They become superstitious.

Who is missing?

Mr. Fleming.

- How it feels? - Is better.

- Yes! - Why is not he here?

He wanted to go down, but he has a long way to go.

- I advised him to stay in bed. - You?

- Forms must be filled in personally. - Could not I fill it up?

Do you know him so well? You may have trouble if you are wrong.

Maybe if you help me, it would be less risky.

Agree.

Let's!

Take a seat.

Here you go, his passport.

I thought you sent them all to Headquarters.

Not without these forms.

Date and place of birth. On the same line?

Separated.

What a good luck Mr. Fleming with a friend.

- How well do you know? - I met him by accident.

Very devoted to a chance acquaintance. Where did you meet him?

- In Budapest. - What are you doing there?

I was visiting some friends in Vienna.

I decided to take advantage of the Iron Curtain

And fly to Budapest.

Mr. Fleming was in the same hotel.

What do I have to write here?

Leave, for the moment. Continue your story.

I've taken some two of them together. Would you like to know what I had in the menu?

He's a good man.

It's also delightful and cheerful.

Besides, what does he do?

- As far as I know, business. - I thought all the businessmen were fat!

You should not believe in your own propaganda.

Should I believe yours?

What hotel do you say you stayed at?

I did not say, but it's Gellert.

- What room number was Mr Fleming? - What would you use...

Do you know that?

It would be easier to check. You just wanna go...

I never had to write about the hotel in a visa application.

- I find your curiosity a bit excessive. - Maybe.

To be honest, I have the impression that this Mr. Fleming is a little mysterious.

Take, for example, his passport.

There is no entry or exit stamp. Strange!

It comes to nothing and leaves nothing.

Appears, as if, in Budapest, on a good day.

He told me he lost his passport on arrival.

He asked for a new one at Legaţie.

New passports do not usually have old stamps on them.

At least, not the English ones.

That's all I know about Mr. Fleming.

Can I leave?

You say we hate ourselves. Why? We have not begun.

The boy last night... He was the one who shot on us.

They do not want you here.

Why? We're here to help them, defend them.

Who can you defend? By themselves?

I'm two years here. We had friends. Nobody talks to me anymore,

except for the waiter. And he talks to everyone.

That's all.

Take the form to Fleming to sign it.

Do not forget to fill in yours.

- Some have language problems, Major. - Do not worry.

One moment, Miss Ashmore.

Do you understand the displayed orders with regard to weapons and suspects?

Sure you do.

Good. I'm sure I do not look at you any of you.

Thank you, Mrs. Ashmore.

I have to interrogate you. Formal issues.

I would like to talk to...

With you, Mr. Avron. That's what you call, is not it?

- Come with me, please. - Yes.

Take a seat, Mr. Avron.

- Are you asthmatics? - Yes.

Tell me about...

this Mr. Fleming. What do you know about him?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Strange.

You are traveling together, share the same room

And yet you know nothing.

I know you're an honorable person.

Suppose that because of asthma, I would let you go tonight,

this would refresh your memory?

So?

I can not tell you. I can not.

Can not you?

I mean, I do not know anything.

Really nothing.

Thanks.

He has to be the waiter, take the forms...

Sorry to bother, but I decided to come by the forms myself.

- And see what our patient is doing. - Much better, thank you.

Forms, Major.

Would you take them down, sergeant?

I would like to talk a little with Mr. Fleming. Allow?

Of course.

Be right back.

- Am I disturbing you? - On the contrary, it honors your visit.

I'm sure, however, that not only my health concerns have brought you here.

- That's right. - I knew.

I probably contradict you. Sometimes I counteract myself.

An English born in Vienna, visiting Hungary in these times...

- In bed, with flu. - Where did you get your passport?

From the British Legation. I lost the other.

Do we have to go through this again?

I do not mind. Let him go. I have a lot of patience.

It's a matter of honesty, not of patience.

What does an honest man do in an unethical situation?

Not the situation is devoid of honesty, but you.

I do not know who you are, but I will find out, even if he will take me all the time in the world.

Time we have enough, here.

What happened?

Will you give me a glass of water?

Thank you, I take care.

I'm fine. Just a cramp.

We have a very good doctor at the headquarters.

- He could be here in an hour. - There's no need.

- You do not trust our doctors? - I did not have the chance to know one.

- Do you want to leave us now? - Sure you do.

- Only if... - You have not found enough, already?

Yes, actually.

Thanks.

What did she want?

- I want my head. - You're wrong.

Where's the gun?

Started the hunt.

He will come back and not alone.

Put on my coat. I gotta get out of here.

There must be somebody here in which we can trust.

Must be.

- You and Mr. Fleming want to...? - Must!

Three days ago, it would have been a simple walk.

But today, people are afraid...

Less...

Szabo Bacsi.

A good friend.

Go for a walk through the market, like some tourists.

Look for the place where fish is sold.

He speaks English even better than I am.

You say to her: "Mr. Csepege wants three fogas."

- Three fogas? - Hungarian fish.

It's a password. He'll understand.

Watch where you will go: here is the hotel; here, the church.

A strait.

Lake...

Here, the big market.

Go to the main driveway.

There you will see the fish market.

On the right side is a small stand, one of the first, I think.

There will be Szabo Bacsi, a tall old man,

with long whiskers.

Excuse me, Mr. Csepes would like three "fogas".

We do not have fogas, but this fish is good too.

Lucky fish. They have no borders, they are free.

Not everyone. That was caught.

Some get away.

- Do you like fishing? - Much.

Beautiful, fishing, but dangerous. The fish are scared.

England flies better at night.

And here. The fishermen take their boats off the shore.

They go all the way, almost in Austria, at night...

- When it's not moon. - Tonight will be the moon?

- Stay at the hotel? - Yes.

I'll bring the fish at 19 o'clock. And I'll tell you how it is.

I'm at the hotel.

I'm at your commander.

That's something absurd!

I'll explain.

It's ridiculous.

I told you not to abuse my hospitality.

Sorry. It will not happen again.

- What were you doing on the shore of the lake? - I was walking.

You are not on the trip, Miss Ashmore. And I'm neither a driver nor a bodyguard.

Do you know that sometimes the glass is full...

- And you're throwing me in prison? - I would not laugh for you

- I thought you were taking me to the hotel! - Get down!

- But I promised to go back to the hotel... - Get down, please.

Stairs down.

- Where are you going? - It does not matter.

Take a seat.

Take a seat!

Look.

All morning, we gave you a chance to come and tell the truth.

And all that we have gotten, especially from you,

they were just lies.

Here.

- We were wondering where he might be. - Yes?

Have not you been warned that you could be shot for this?

You only know the English.

They believe all the countries on the continent

They are full of bandits.

You mean he brought him from England?

Sure you do.

It's a Russian gun.

He probably took him from Budapest, but how, and why?

As a memory?

What a good policeman you are!

I was ready to call the Headquarters to report on you and your friend.

Then I received a message that you were picked up at the fish market. I changed my mind.

Is that a good policeman?

I know what's wrong with your boyfriend. Enough to arrest him.

But I did not.

Is that a good policeman?

And that's not all: passports...

I did not send them any further. I kept them...

out of curiosity,

or the simple need to converse, to discuss in a contradictory way. Then...

has become something else.

It's crazy, is not it?

- Who is? - Csepege, open up!

Some tea and rum to keep you warm at night.

- Thank you. - Your friend?

Szabo Bacsi was very worried when the lady was arrested. I have him quiet.

He'll tell you if it's possible or not tonight.

- You're about to be ready by 21 o'clock. - Time 21?

Then patrols change.

You'll go to the...

I'll tell you if the departure is possible.

Then Szabo Bacsi will take Mr. Fleming to the pier.

You can not go together. Mr. Fleming is sick, he's going slowly.

You will stay down to the bar until the last minute so you do not wake up.

Then, if everything is okay, I will sign you

And you will go to the pier.

Then the Lord be with you!

Get down as fast as you can.

Good evening!

Good evening!

Major,

In Russian, "good night" is called "good evening."

Stronger!

- Is better! - Tonight, music...?

Do not you like music?

I'll stop them if they bother you.

Never write that you must love the Gypsies.

- I really like the Gypsy music. - I'm glad.

There's something weird about popular music.

It's the same everywhere, if you know how to listen to it.

A man weeps in the dark.

If you listen well, you will know why it is crying.

You seem surprised, Ashmore. Despite what you think,

tractors and Marxism

they are not the only things that concern a Russian.

Whenever there is music.

Where music is, we sit and listen with sadness.

Which is the best way to feel good to us.

For music!

All music genres!

For music!

Do not you drink?

Do not drink!

Commander, you are a perfect host,

But we want to know...

We'll see tomorrow.

I insist to ask you when you think we can leave?

It is very rude to ask this in the mood of the binge!

- What's his name? - Margie.

- What to do? - Drink!

Are you all right, dear?

It has no taste but it hits you!

Bravo! As a real expert.

It is also possible in a different way.

Do not be afraid. It's good for digestion.

Your boyfriend arrived. He leaves in a minute.

Diana!

Can you bring me a glass of cold water?

Dear...

Can you give me a glass of water?

I can handle it.

Harold, look strange. What happened?

Nothing.

They left. Soon your turn will come.

Burn.

- Local specialty? - Yes, sir.

Do you want to taste?

They are delicious. You should taste.

Our buddies are getting worse. They want Fleming to surrender.

They will wait until morning, and then...

This time I'm really worried.

I have not been able to tell you,

But Fleming and I will cross the lake tonight.

That's why I was afraid...

We should leave at 9 o'clock.

Give us time for half an hour, then you can alert Surov.

This puts you out of suspicion of involvement.

You assume a tremendous risk.

Allow?

- I do not know how to dance. - Nothing.

I do not want to spoil your pleasure, but popular dance is not my strong point.

Do you prefer a waltz?

Harold, drink a little. You will feel better, then.

You do not have too much fun.

It's neither the place nor the time for that.

On the contrary! How can I not keep you here as much as I want,

It's kind of a good-bye party.

A very good reason to celebrate.

In my village, people sing and dance even when someone dies.

I know. This shows how different we are.

We are not different.

You do not resist me.

Sometimes I seem to know you a hundred years.

Then I realize that we have just met.

We'll both survive.

I'm not sure.

You are drunk!

Yes! And it's great.

All my life was a soldier.

Five campaigns, four scars, a cracked hip...

All this time, the army was my wife.

This old, possessive and unholy curse.

Tonight is a mistake, and that's great.

Like picking flowers on the battlefield.

I'd like to go to bed.

At 9 am?

- Leave me, please! - You will go when I tell you.

Stop it!

A bit of vodka...

Have you kissed him for the good night?

- Excuse me... - One moment.

I want to apologize for what happened down there.

- It's fine. I was expecting... - I know.

But anything can happen when people meet for the last time.

What do you mean?

Go to any rack,

You will see people doing things they do not usually do.

They kiss, I cry, they do their hand...

It's the illness of our times.

People with their hand and who do not answer the same.

- Now, if you do not mind... - I'm angry.

A minute or two does not mean much.

So you will feel what it is like to be trapped.

Please... Let me go.

Do not be afraid.

I will not touch you.

There are the lights in Austria.

The border...

The landscape is the same of both sides.

One day, someone drew a line on the map,

and the world was divided as a broken earth.

Are you here again?

Do not show this unhappy air anymore.

You're going fast. Too fast.

I doubt we'll see ourselves again.

Along with my compliments... A good-bye gift.

Without flowers. It's November. Good night.

- You're late! - I know.

- I thought you did not come. - I could not leave. Let's hurry!

- I'm cold. - Here!

The old man almost changed his mind, but eventually agreed to try.

He said the first 15-20 minutes are the most dangerous.

We have to cross the patrol and the foil.

But once we reach the sea...

- What happens? - Patrol.

How far is...?

What is it? What does he say?

Let her go, please!

Further.

I saw you!

- Stop it! - Faster!

Get out of there!

Continue!

Tell him to go on!

Wait, shoot!

Do not stop!

Stop the fire! Come out.

Commander! Lady Ashmore has nothing to do with it.

Do not touch it!

Take your hands off her!

Do not do anything wrong, please!

I want to go with him.

She has nothing to do with me!

I hope you can come alone one day ahead

with people

from Hungary.

And God look elsewhere, when they make you pieces!

- What he wants? - Everyone, up! Forbidden to leave the hotel!

This is a collective arrest.

Tell him to stop.

Harold, what's going on?

Go back in!

Let's go back to the rooms and wait, calm.

What does that have to do with us?

- What happens? - Nothing. Everything is alright.

Stay in the room.

He should have prevented us, at least.

They did.

- Who told him? - Thousand.

And you did not tell us nine!

What's going on, my dear? Are you okay?

- I'd better lie down in bed. - Good idea. Odihneºte yourself.

Everything will be arranged.

It will be arranged! Do you think that?

I've had enough! Reach!

We did nothing!

Mr. Fleming was. It's Hungarian!

Hungarian!

HENRY FLEMING, MAGHIAR VOTE CONNECTION.

AND ASHMORE DIANA...

The lieutenant will take you to the hotel. You will stay there until new orders.

How's Fleming?

- Can I see him? - No.

I would like to explain...

There's nothing to explain. Stems!

Listen to me, please!

Listen to me. There are things you should know.

Put them in writing and send them to the Headquarters.

Some things can not be written.

You made your number tonight.

What do you want more? To fall on your knees?

You do not even listen to me.

There's nothing to say.

- That man is my life! - What do you think he is here?

- An escape station for fugitives? - We're going to get married.

I did not know bigamia was the latest fashion in the west.

What good? You do not want to understand.

I understand, but it's completely irrelevant.

I'm losing my mind! Does not that matter?

I beg you, let it go!

Do not wait to take this seriously!

Sure! He's a good man!

- It has nothing to do with good or bad. - Sure! Everything has it.

Suffered

more than anyone could endure.

He did nothing wrong, he fought for his country. It is a respect for this.

He did what you would do if you were in his place.

I'm not in his place. I'm not!

What happens?

They'll send someone from Headquarters. You're leaving in the morning.

- Where? - I do not know and do not care.

From now on, I will wait for orders and execute them, whatever they may be. Stems!

Do not blame yourself. It's not your fault

It's not anyone's fault, and it's all of them.

We never believed each other and we could never do it.

Lady Ashmore.

- Are you Fleming's girlfriend? - Yes.

- He's British? - Yes.

Untrue.

False Fleming's passport.

The British Legation does not issue false passports.

- In addition... - Who is?

Deverill, the spokesman for the group.

We all find our reluctance here to be intolerable.

I'm asking you to get us out of here

or this whole story will turn into a diplomatic incident.

It threatens us.

I'm not impressed with threats.

You're lucky.

Sleep all night in a warm bed.

I have not slept for a week.

Now I have to go to three more places on the border

to deal with cases like yours.

Now go to sleep and be ready at 9 o'clock.

- You will be taken to Budapest. - Fixed 9.

Why do you waste your time, Doctor?

Do I need a medical certificate to be shot?

The captain will make a statement to you.

I know. I do not need presentations. I know this kind of captain.

Thanks. I know how things are. First a cigarette, then a blow in the stomach.

- I'm not here for talks. - I know, but I have nothing to say.

The only thing you can not take me is the privilege of saying no.

You do not understand that, do you?

In your prisons you will find people as garbage,

crawling in their own misery, but having some holy in them

which comes from the courage to say no.

Do you understand that? Not!

- You're a little selfish. You're not the only one here. - I told you I did not know it!

She has nothing to do with it.

- She told us something else. - What? Lie.

I know your tricks.

He's waiting for me at the border for half an hour already.

- Are you going to talk? - No.

You will. We all talk.

Make sure I'm ready for 9 o'clock.

Good night.

It will hurt.

What matter!

You deceive yourself if you think there is little extra pain.

What you do to weaken us gives us only power

to survive and increase our hatred.

A deep and dark fury.

An anger that once was love, until those who made you turned her into hate.

That's why I will never forgive you.

You made us hate, just like that young man in prison

who had written a song with his own blood.

- Do you want to listen to him? - If that's what you use for something...

Let me!

The song sounds like that:

"Maybe home has a wife and a child,"

"Maybe home is an honorable man, but here's an assassin."

"Do not talk to him, maybe he just killed your brother"

"the fact that it does not matter..."

"Cursed will you be if you speak to him."

"And if you smile, you will smile at the death of your country."

"And if, being a woman, you are touched by him,"

"your body will rot."

Thanks.

The fire went off.

Who can believe: a man suffers for five years in a country forgotten by God,

living in misery.

And when to return home, that's what's going on.

What happens?

I can not leave you alone, do you understand?

Margie, what are you doing?

This is not the case. Are alright.

I had a little talk upstairs, as between women.

You are all so intelligent,

that I am sick!

I appreciate the good manners, but this is not the case.

Do not interrupt me.

You are all good people,

But if someone would ask me to choose between the feelings of someone and my own family,

What do you think I would do?

At the moment I do not care who lives or dies,

as long as my family is fine.

What do you mean?

I mean, dear.

I know you have your reasons. Everyone has his motives.

But the point is, it's just your fault, and it was time for someone to say that.

You have created this whole situation.

I do not see any sense in throwing accusations, Miss Rhinelander.

It does not help us get out of this situation.

Take the kids upstairs.

Why do you think we're being held here?

I guess you'll tell us.

Definitely. It started off the very first day and it has not stopped since then.

We all pretended not to see how embarrassing it was.

Major put his eyes on it,

not to say more.

I think you've talked enough, Mrs. Rhinelander.

I'm not going to see my kids in jail.

What's wrong with you? Have you all become amnesic?

Have you forgotten what you say every time you go out on the door?

Do not misunderstand.

There were some remarks

to the interest shown by the Major in what concerns you.

He knows.

Sure you do! You guys fucked us in this, you gotta get us!

- I do not want you to listen to such nonsense. - Let her finish.

The man is expecting something from you.

So give him what he wants, until we have somebody.

I'm sorry, but that's it: a world of men.

They're not good, none of them.

Look, my baby's upstairs.

I do not want to lose it.

You can not blame me for that, are you?

I am sorry.

Still a little hot tea?

You have to go back to the room.

No, please...

I wish I could stay here a little.

I'll arrange it.

Scuzaþi me.

Ask the guard to let me talk to the Major.

Talk to the commander?

Lady Ashmore, in person!

What an honor! Join!

Let her in.

My horse is hurt. She must be shot, and I can not do it.

I'm not able to kill a lute horse.

What do you think come from?

What do you want?

You do not know, you are in friends. Let me know:

Lady Ashmore.

What do you want? Have not you seen enough?

That's what you came for, is not it?

To see me in this state.

I can not help you. I told you before.

I can not do anything, not even for myself!

I was a good soldier. The best. Until you arrived.

Now nothing makes any sense. Are you happy?

I wanted to know the difference between good and evil. I wanted to know the truth...

It's a lie. I wanted you more than I wanted the truth!

You were all I wanted in all this time.

I rebuke your person!

Look at your hair... What a tidy one!

Hands... I can read the past in them!

Your skin... I know how to maintain such a skin.

Your scent!

When you first went to my office, it was like a scream of struggle.

I should have given you away, then and there. But I could not.

I'd like to keep you here all winter.

I know you belong to him forever.

But, despite that, at night...

I was waiting for you to bump at my door.

Let me call you in and hold you in your arms until you've lost your breath.

Get out!

Is not that what you came for? Tell me what, then?

Tell me!

The others asked me to come.

The others? For what?

Wonderful!

We are all pigs!

Less of you, of course. You are above that.

And what did you do? Have you spit in front of them? No, you would not do that!

You simply crossed the market, like a queen on the way to the guillotine.

With one thought in mind: to help your respectable friends.

Is that it?

Yes.

Lie! Tell me it's not that!

Tell me you can not live in lying anymore, like me.

At least so much to have together.

Come on, tell me!

Good. Then I'll tell you.

The first time I looked at you, you turned your head.

That was the first lie.

You told me that others hated me. That's right. But that's not what you meant.

You mean you hate me. The second lie.

When you left Fleming, the third lie. You were running away from me!

You did not come here to help the others. This is the worst lie of all.

Not for others, but because they always

You wanted to cross the market to come to me.

Let me go, please.

What happened?

We were supposed to be ready at 9. Why did the time change?

Here I am.

- Something is wrong. - This is not the way I came.

There must be a shortcut. Ask him!

That's Austria.

Take your luggage and get off.

We can go.

Here we are at the end of the journey...

In a few months, everything will be forgotten.

Look at this!

Paul!

Paul, I can not believe it!

Hurry up!

Come.

- I wish I could thank you... - Do not have to.

I did not do it for you or him. I had to do it.

Or else I could never have slept.

What are you going to do now?

You have little time left. A patrol must arrive.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Welcome to Austria! Here, please.

I found out that you did not have a very pleasant trip, but it's over.

We all succeeded. All's well that ends well.

Translation and adaptation of text, MAGISTER LUDI