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Objektív Filmstúdió presents

SWEET EMMA, DEAR BÖBE Sketches, nudes

Director of Photography

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Written and Directed by István Szabó

Damn it.

Böbe, it's half past six.

Today I'm working in the afternoon.

Emma...

Put me down for the cafeteria next week.

A guy owes me, I'll pay at noon.

Emma and Böbe teach in Budapest. They are from the country.

They cannot afford a home, so they live at a teacher's hostel.

Two in a room, 300 in one building, near the airport.

Can't you see that I see you?

Why do I love you so much?

We bid thee farewell, Russian language and literature.

Now that your number is up,

and your ashes are spread by the wind,

hear our farewell song.

What's going on here?

Isn't this yours, Ma'am?

Three times a week, Emma cleans the homes of wealthy families

Who do you think I am?

Sometimes you paw me, and go to bed with me.

I wait for you and you pretend you can't see that.

What do you mean I pretend?

You always give an explanation to the others as to why I'm waiting.

Lest they find out I wait for you.

What do you mean I pretend?

You utter horrible words to explain yourself.

What do you mean I pretend?

You...

You always humiliate me by giving a false explanation.

What do you mean I pretend?

Once you told me you wanted to run away from all this.

Do you remember?

We could go to bed together in the evenings...

That's the only thing I want now.

But I'm not sure at all you want to do the same.

- Can I speak to you? - I'll be up in a minute.

You're such an idiot.

- Where's Cukor Street? - Downtown.

Go to hell.

What's the matter? Can't I speak Russian?

"Once there was a grandfather and a grandmother."

"Once they set off to study in the big city."

"To study what?"

"To study the English language."

"But it's not easy to study doggone English."

"So Grandfather and Grandmother have been studying happily ever since"

"and will until they die."

- What is it? - Come on, the bell has rung.

- What? - The bell has rung.

My landlady was sick all night. How long can I bear it?

In the end I'll kick the bucket.

- You should come to the hostel. - There's no vacancy. Ever.

The headmaster's birthday.

- Is this a bad time? - No.

- Well? - Do you have a minute?

- The bell's rung, hasn't it? - I just wanted to give you this.

- What is it? - You'll see.

Congratulations.

- How come you know that? - Someone told me.

- Who? - Never mind.

Thank you.

- So you know I collect them? - You found one while camping.

You were so happy.

- A folly from my childhood. - I also like them.

- What are you doing on Saturday? - Nothing.

I must go to my vacation house.

- Will you come with me? - If you want me to.

I'll go anywhere if you want me to.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

What'll happen to us, that's the question.

With us?

- I can't. - Then how will you teach it?

He fucked up the whole deal.

He came to me, but didn't bring a fucking penny.

I'm not afraid I'll get busted. I'll kick his ass.

Get him to suck your cock.

They were dumb, dammit.

They went to the station and began shouting like hell.

That fucking guy, he opens his mouth, I want to smash it.

Beat the shit out of him!

You should've put the boot in, God damn it.

I'll tear out his guts. He can suck my cock.

Why are you making a deal with a prick like that, you moron?

Who'd have thought he was such a prick? You have seen the kid.

Yeah, but what are you supposed to fucking look like at 16, you know?

The nightly walk from the tram stop to the hostel.

Stop.

Don't shout or I stab you.

Have you seen one of these? Take off your panties or I'll slash your face!

Why do you think he wanted to assault you sexually?

Instead of, say, rob you?

He opened his coat and showed it to me.

What?

- His genitals. - His genitals?

- Yes. - How?

- What do you mean? - Was he wearing no pants?

- He was. - Then how?

His fly was down.

Did he pull his genitals out?

Yes. I mean... it was out already.

Did he just want you to see it?

Didn't he want anything else?

What do you mean?

Like...

Did he want you to touch it? Or do something else?

He pointed a knife at me and told me to take off my panties.

And did you take them off?

Géza Kovács: B, Attila Németh: C,

Gábor Oláh: C, Judit Ordi: B, Csilla Örsi: A,

Géza Peterdi: D, Ágnes Roska: F,

János Rátóti: C, Anna Somogyi: C, Béla Szabó: F.

I think it is unacceptable

that you would let two of them fail now that Russian is to be abolished.

Not only as their head teacher,

because it degrades the class average, but as a human being.

I don't even know how this could have occurred to you.

They never learn and they don't know anything.

It's unfair to the class.

That's laughable. Do you think failing them will make the class happy?

Kids have a sense of justice.

They're loyal to each other, not to you.

You should've learnt that in... how many years?

Seven years.

That's more than enough time to realize

that teaching isn't all pioneer camps.

This is a good class with some excellent kids.

Twelve excellent kids.

They prepare for each class and they're active.

So they'll all get an A. Is that enough, 12 A's?

There are nine other kids who learn what they have to.

They're not too active, but at least they behave.

So they can get a B.

Then there are ten kids who don't really study, but they still

apply themselves sometimes and churn something out if I put in extra effort.

Those are the ones who got a C. Then there are four who are hopeless.

One of them is, I believe, retarded,

the parents of two others are alcoholics and criminals,

the fourth one is so lazy there is nothing I can do.

But they don't disturb the rest. They get a D.

Then there are these two hoodlums...

To be more precise: a filthy whore and a hoodlum.

They don't learn anything and ruin the class for the 35 other kids.

They just want to terrorize others.

If I don't fail those two, that will invalidate everyone else's grades.

This has nothing to do with Russian.

It could be French for all I care.

I don't know, what do you think, sir?

The Russian regime is gone and kids are failing Russian, with our consent.

I refuse to give up credibility with the class.

As far as your credibility is concerned, I had the last Russian tests sent in

and got them checked by someone at the university.

Sadly, your corrections are full of mistakes.

If I remember correctly, they found five grave mistakes

that you hadn't even noticed or corrected incorrectly.

So much for your credibility, love.

Don't argue with them, please. My position is also uncertain.

They can fire me anytime just because I've been here for 20 years.

And that's why I should let those two pass?

What does it matter? They're in 8th grade. We'll never see them again.

- That's why you wanted to talk? - No.

I can't come to the property tomorrow. I have a meeting in the afternoon.

We'll discuss educational issues.

I have to show up, let them know that I am receptive and that I participate.

It's in the school's best interest.

But if you want to go, I can give you the keys.

It would come in handy even. I have technicians coming.

You can stay until Sunday evening.

You can take someone with you. Anyone.

Your girlfriend or...

boyfriend.

Oh, the family!

Two little kids!

You see, we can't even run anymore.

Get up.

Granny told me so many times

"Emma, nothing is worth more than knowledge."

Power. Knowledge is power.

It is worth the most.

It's power, I said. A whole lot of good it does us.

Knowledge is worth the most, because no one can take it away.

Bullshit!

Things change a bit and what you have learned becomes useless.

Gone with the wind.

Gone all right.

Everyone is asking me why I'm not going home.

I was home at Easter.

I fed chickens. There are all of three shopboys there,

and you must take the bus to the next town over to get a coffee.

How can I explain to them that you outgrow things.

I have been adapting since I was 14 so that I would never have to go home.

You should post an ad.

Pretty, shapely female teacher longing to be loved

needs well-to-do man for marriage.

Longing to be loved.

That's good.

Why? What are you longing for?

Me?

Longing is life, my friend. Wanting to achieve something.

- To live well. - What does that mean?

Having some good clothes, being able to buy what you like.

- Going out wherever you want to. - Is it that important?

Well, what do you want?

To like what I do. To be recognized by some.

To live in a good community and feel solidarity.

You're such a fool, Emma.

Solidarity, unselfishness, collectivity...

Forget these words!

Those words might have had some value,

but they've lost it, everywhere.

What you have is what you are measured by.

Even the kids examine what you're wearing.

But I won't live on in misery!

I can't go out to eat unless I find a dupe to pay for me.

Don't tell me about the future! I want to live well.

I won't marry another beggar.

I won't slave away like a maid for the rest of my life.

If there's no other way, I'll find a foreigner and that's that!

You shouldn't count on Stefanics, that chicken.

He'll never divorce

and leave his small city flat and his nice little family.

What do you mean?

Stop it! You think I don't know about Stefanics?

- How do you know about that? - I've got eyes.

He's a lousy chicken.

What do you mean?

Will you explain it?

I don't want to hurt you.

Did he speak to you about me?

- Yes. - What did he say?

That you're after him, but he's told you he wants nothing from you.

When did he tell you that?

Not sure, about six months ago.

Why you?

He just told me.

Where?

In his car.

Did you sleep with him?

No.

You're lying.

You're lying.

I didn't sleep with him. There was just some petting in his car a few times.

Come on, he's the headmaster. He really wanted it.

But he went on and on about his wife,

so I got tired of it and pulled the plug.

You're such a lousy whore! Pack up and get out!

Are you insane?

In the middle of the night?

Lousy, mean whore!

And you're a nun.

A nun should pray,

and a whore should screw.

I didn't know about you.

How could I have known?

Whore!

Stefanics ran his mouth.

I say he's a lousy chicken.

He doesn't deserve you.

But he deserves you?

He deserves none of us!

He's a hysterical, insincere opportunist.

That's true.

Then what do you love about him?

Perhaps he could change...

He's a very good teacher, isn't he?

No one ever changes.

He's great with the kids.

There is no improving his character.

Oh, this is awful!

I should be a whore if I were able to!

Nobody wants us.

But I'll go on teaching in Budapest.

I swear I won't talk to Stefanics again.

Nor will I.

Do you swear?

I do.

I'm warning you!

And I'm warning you!

Her Excellency, the wife of Miklós Horthy of Nagybánya,

opens the Law Students' Dance.

Adolf Hitler wore a tuxedo and Eva Braun a myrtle crown

at the opening of the Bayreuth Festival.

Countess Erzsébet Forgács personally distributes

warm underwear to men leaving for the Russian front.

Greetings from Comrade Stalin to

Comrade Rákosi on his birthday.

Where did you get that beautiful ring?

It was granny's.

It's very old.

Here.

Do you want it?

Lend it to me for a while. And I'll lend you my necklace.

The following morning.

Sorry to intrude, I just brought the keys back.

- Did you have a good time? - I did.

- Did the technicians come? - Yes.

- But you weren't alone? - I wasn't.

Who were you with?

Yes?

Hello.

No, only in the evening.

Outside the school?

Will you pick up the kids, too?

No, I can't get groceries.

I have no time.

Okay, we'll eat something cold.

All right. See you.

So... Who were you with, if you don't mind me asking?

With Böbe.

- And was it nice? - It was. Thanks.

I won't have that! I won't argue with Stalinists!

Yes? Weren't you the Communist Party's secretary for years?

But I learned my lesson and quit!

In the last moment, before the ship sank.

Those who got awards

shouldn't claim persecution.

Leave me alone!

You took advantage of all the benefits.

I'm not the one who got a flat from the ministry.

- It was the local council! - Isn't it all the same?

Were there just three types? Party members,

- collaborators and resistance fighters? - This is a joke!

Emma, don't go out, this is about you!

- I'm here. - I thought that was you.

Pray tell, why did you study Russian?

Will you hold everyone to account?

It's ridiculous!

I don't remember ever not being held to account.

Who was a Communist, a Fascist, a Horthyist, a Stalinist,

who was a bourgeois. Everyone had to have a label!

This illustrious teaching staff has five problems.

One:

a desire for the good old safety of mediocrity, which you have had so far.

Two: a complete lack of self-respect.

You know you're a nobody, but if you don't, they'll tell you.

Because you taught under the former regime, and maybe before that as well.

Three: you live under a rock and have never seen the world.

For political reasons up until now and for financial ones going forward.

Four: you are cynical when it comes to change, because you think

you have no say in it anyway, it's all just a struggle for power.

Five: as a result, you lack hope

and have no plans for the future.

So you're only interested in getting overtime fees raised

and finding someone close to you to hate instead of yourself.

Think of this when you're killing each other!

What's the matter with you? Are you a lunatic?

Who was Rosa Luxemburg?

Rosa Luxemburg. Who's that again?

Some revolutionary.

Give me a few forints, please. Give me twenty forints, please.

For a loaf of bread. Please.

Please! Get out of the way now!

- Give me a few forints, please. - Leave me alone.

I haven't cooked anything for my kids today. Please, give me a little.

You're not getting anything, because I don't have anything.

Hello. How is business?

Bad. Sit down. I'll draw you.

We don't have any money.

You idiot. It's good publicity. I'll buy you a coffee.

- All right. - Böbe.

Why are you making faces? They're nice guys.

- Foreigners. - That's even better!

You want to meet people here?

Why not? They might take us out for dinner or take us to a party.

Sit like a normal person!

- Pardon me, do you speak Hungarian? - I do.

- The other girls, too? - All of us.

Do you speak other languages?

Well, yeah, Italian, French, Russian.

No, she just speaks Russian.

A little. She's studying it.

- A brandy and two Unicums. - I don't want any.

Enjoy life sometimes. Show your legs instead of whining.

Look how they chat! It's a world language, man.

- And what hotel is it here? - Intercontinental.

- I'm paying. - What's the matter. We'll see who pays.

But I'm leaving.

Stop that! He might like you. He can practice his Russian.

- Give me a few forints! - Leave me the hell alone.

Why are you shouting?

Just give me a few forints!

Today's News!

Emma's mother.

I have heard all kinds of things about Russian.

- I'm studying English. - Why not German?

English is better now.

When will you come to see us?

I don't know. I must study.

Come whenever you want. You've got your room.

Your father wants you to come home.

They're giving back the nationalized lands.

The more there are of us, the more we get back.

I told your father you weren't coming home for that.

That's true.

He should be glad that his daughter is a teacher in Budapest.

But do come if you change your mind.

What are we waiting for? ...

All right. No linguist. Then what?

A knack for tongues.

High culture of tongues.

Well, pretty, shapely, blond, 28-year-old...

- Blue-eyed. - Extremely pretty.

- "Pretty" is too much. - All right. Attractive.

Personable, shapely, blonde blue-eyed teacher of 28,

- Former national athlet... - Only 1st class.

That's too long! Athletic! Seeks similarly muscular...

Wait! Athletic teacher seeks...

attractive man...

- With a flat... - A sizable income...

- Ambitious... - Independent, tall, brown...

Serene, well-to-do, sensitive, reliable...

Who doesn't seek adventures, cultured, gentle, Roman Catholic...

Romantic, educated, sensual...

Keen on sensual pleasure...

Hungry for sex...

- With hard buttocks... - And a hairy chest...

Who owns a car...

- Having high culture... - High sex culture...

- High potency... - Hard...

Lover of gardens and sex...

Code word: "Water my garden".

- Really, what's the code word? - "A wife is an obstacle".

- "It's bad to be alone". - Let's see what others write.

"No adventurers, please."

Listen to this one: film production seeks pretty girls

for bathing scene.

- Girls! Let's all go! - Are you crazy?

Why? Pretty girls, high fees. Who's coming with me?

Attention, ladies.

I'll tell you what you must do, so that you can decide whether you're in.

The story is set in the period of Turkish occupation

when the Turks held Hungary for 150 years.

There's a scene in the harem bath.

It'll be shot at Rudas baths, which were built by the Turks.

Now you've got to be naked at this harem bath.

Dance, come and go, and talk to the eunuchs.

And if the Pasha comes in, dance for him.

Those who don't want to do that, please leave now.

Those who do, please come upstairs.

- Naked? - That's why we came here.

Let's go home.

Why? It's OK. Let's see how much they're paying. Let's go with them at least.

I'll wait for you here, OK?

Come on.

We'll call you in one by one for a photo shoot.

- Can we open the window? It's very hot. - Sure, go ahead.

Stand against the wall, please.

Here's your number.

- The glasses? - Give them to me.

Hold up the number. A bit closer.

- Your name? - Júlia Bakó.

- Age? - 25.

- Workplace? - Kindergarten.

- Name? - Ella Székely.

- How old are you? - 27.

- Occupation? - Teacher.

- Occupation? - Teacher.

Nurse. Medical professional.

Teacher.

I'm a teacher.

Waitress.

Kindergarten teacher.

I'm a nurse.

Teacher.

It's done. You can get dressed.

Later that afternoon.

- Can I come in? - What are you doing here?

Can we talk?

- Now? - Yes.

What about?

What's your problem with me?

Nothing. You're the one who might have a problem with me.

- It's not true. - Then what do you want?

Why are you nervous?

I'm not.

Why would I be nervous? I'm nervous because I don't know what you want.

You said you wanted to talk to me. Well, here I am.

So?

Why are you hiding from me?

Why are you after me?

You're after me, aren't you?

You call me at home with your ridiculous excuses.

You wait for me after school. I can't have a minute to myself.

I can't look up in the teacher's hall without seeing your sorrowful eyes.

- What do you want from me? I mean it. - And what do you want from me?

I can't want anything. I'm not in that situation.

- There was a time when you did. - It was you who did.

- I hope I still do. - What?

I left a folder in the storage room.

What do you want me to do?

Why didn't you shout when I first wanted it?

I'm not shouting. Sorry.

- What's the matter with you? - I'm driven into this corner.

What corner?

This one. I'm driven into corners everywhere.

- It's pathetic. - What is?

They can fire me anytime as a protégé of the former regime.

A scandal is the last thing I need right now.

A lover among faculty... I don't want to go back to the country.

Start over from scratch.

I can't make a move that will weaken my position, don't you see?

Why can't we be together sometimes?

- Where? - Anywhere.

In this storage room? Or in the city park in the evening? Your choice!

Or in the car again?

I don't know what to do about this feeling.

What feeling? Oh, Almighty!

That I miss you.

I can't leave my family for you.

- I don't want you to. - Then what do you want?

You. To be really mine. I don't want more of your time.

Then what?

Everybody demands that.

My wife, my family, my mother want me to be really theirs.

- But I can't give you more. - You can.

No. You're demanding.

Everyone wants something from me.

- I don't want anything else... - Yes?

Just a quiet corner where no one wants me to do anything.

Should I leave?

Shall we put an end to all of this?

Yes.

It would be best if you went to hell

along with my wife, my children, my mother, everybody!

And I could do what I want to.

Do it.

- I feel like flipping over this table. - Flip it over then.

I can't. I've never flipped over a table in my life.

And I've never hit a woman.

If that's what you want...

You must sense that I love you. How would you not.

Leave me alone, please. Please, go away.

I can't come in here each day and see your face all the time.

I can't change my life. Not even for you.

There was a time when I thought I could, when I was sure

that I wanted to change it because of you.

Do you or don't you love me?

I don't know.

Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. Now, I don't know.

Yes, yes...

I don't know anything anymore.

Should I call your wife?

What could you say to her?

That your neck smells good.

A few months ago I would have preferred you call her.

I wanted a scandal.

- You don't mean that. - I do. I really wanted it.

- But it has passed. - Why?

I saw you'd had enough.

What?

You could only see I'd had enough of what we had.

Since when? When did you get tired of me?

You said you'd had enough, and yet you didn't end it.

Is it in your interest? Because I'm the headmaster?

Why did you want me?

- And you me? - I asked first.

I liked you.

Why did you sleep with me?

Because I wanted you, I needed you.

- Biologically? - No.

The way you were...

Slip in, green branch,

little green leaf.

The golden gate is open

let's slip in...

You'd rather I went back to my village.

It might be better for you too.

I won't sink back, not even for you.

And I won't tumble down, not even for you.

- What's that? - Oh, I almost forgot.

My father was a teacher and when his school was nationalized

he also took home the old sign. I've still got it.

Firday, cleaning day.

Emma, I have no time to take the money to the hospital.

Could you please take it there for my mother?

Hello.

She's asleep.

- She speaks so much about you. - About me?

She told me how pretty her granddaughter was.

And how busy she was at university.

She was looking forward to seeing you on Sunday, too.

Wake her up.

Aunt Hermina!

- Look who is here! - Hello there.

Little Emma!

How nice of you!

I've brought in the money. Your son can't come in now.

How are you?

The Lord always helps me.

Now he's sent you in here.

Come on, sit down.

What's new at home?

They weren't in. But the house is clean and tidy.

I was quite sure of that.

- And at school? - There's nothing new.

The kids are cheeky, aren't they?

They aren't taught to be upstanding.

Here, everybody grumbles about them.

You see, your face and skin

are so beautiful,

because you have love and one can see it on your face.

Little Emma,

would you do me a favour?

Could you go to the church

where I received my First Communion

in 1914,

and say three Hail Mary's for me

at the altar of the Holy Virgin Mary, to the right?

Of course.

When you have helped Aunt Hermina, please help me, too.

I just want that man to love me.

I know that he's unhappy, and I could make him happy.

Let him love me just a little so that I'm not so useless.

I increasingly feel like something is missing from me.

Sometimes I see this emptiness

and I'm scared.

I almost fall into it.

There's nothing to hold on to.

Vacuum. That's the word...

It's the same in English and in Russian.

There's no love anywhere.

Perhaps in me either.

Only this passion for love.

And I've got no faith.

No.

How can I live like this?

The lack of love,

The lack of faith...

Are you the God of missing things?

I'm at a loss...

Running away.

Böbe!

8 hours of work, 8 hours of rest,

8 hours of fun!

Hello, Böbe!

I'm Emma.

Sorry. You're always together. Do you want a cognac?

How come it's dance night?

There's going to be some political lecture.

- Here's to you. - Cheers.

Care to dance with me?

Will you look after it?

Illusion...

It was but an illusion,

that everyone would be better and nicer

if the world turned around.

It's an illusion that everyone

can be redeemed all at once

and we can remedy everyone's pain

if the world turns around,

and the sky turns blue...

Do you want to go upstairs?

Where to?

To my room.

Szilárd!

Szilárd!

Szilárd!

Time is up. It's past midnight.

Come back in ten minutes.

Can't you hear?

Ten more minutes, please.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Sleep tight.

Hi there.

She has arrived. That's Emma.

Good evening. I'm captain Szablár from the National Police.

Do come in.

We had to search the room because of a case

your roommate is involved in.

She's currently our guest on suspicion of currency peddling and drug dealing.

You'll be a witness. Your ID card, please.

Falling.

How long have you known Erzsébet Petur?

- We studied together at university. - How long have you lived together?

For seven years, since we came to Budapest.

Have you been living at the teacher's hostel?

We rented a flat first, but were unable to afford it.

After a year we applied for the hostel.

Is it true that pretty women had to be nice

to a certain Knézy to get a room?

- What do you mean by that? - The same as you.

I don't know about that.

Erzsébet Petur says so. You might owe her your room.

Is it also not true that he was informal with everyone?

- That is true. - You see?

Did Erzsébet go out often?

Often? I'd say sometimes.

- Did men come to see her? - It happened on and off.

Did she also sometimes spend the night elsewhere?

She did.

Where did she say she had spent those nights?

We're adults. I didn't ask.

- But you're good friends. - Correct.

Has she never mentioned it?

Never.

Is she in a long-term relationship?

Böbe?

Not right now.

And you?

I don't either.

Did you know Böbe was secretly involved in prostitution?

That's not true!

What about foreign currencies?

It's impossible!

If she had had foreign money, I would have seen it.

Are you sure?

But she always had forints, didn't she? More than you.

I don't want to hurt you.

Tell me, what is your friend's goal in life?

- She wants to live. - Well?

- Yes. - And you?

Me too.

What do you mean by living well?

I don't know.

- Where are you from? - The Great Plain.

- Why did you come to Budapest? - I've always wanted to leave.

Do you go home?

Rarely.

Real life's here, isn't it?

Didn't you notice that she was meeting men in cafes downtown?

Especially foreigners? You were at Hannah's and nothing happened?

What did you have?

- Unicum. - Did you pay for it?

- No. - Then who did?

- A German man that one time. - Did you meet him there?

- Yes. - How?

They chatted us up from a nearby table.

- Did you answer them? - No.

- Who did? - Böbe.

And what happened then?

They came over and ordered drinks for us.

What was your reaction?

I asked Böbe to stop it.

- What did she say? - That I shouldn't whine.

What's the matter?

Are you feeling sick?

It's like a dream that always comes back.

It's like I'm falling...

- and suffocating... - Do you want a glass of water?

- And I'm really afraid. - Of what?

It's hard to explain, but it happens a few times...

Many times?

Many times?

Maybe two or three times...

I suddenly wake up and it's as if I was disappearing from the world.

Do you like teaching?

No. Not anymore.

Do you like your colleagues?

I used to. Not anymore.

They're all different now. They've put on new faces.

Look, I'm past 50 now.

And in my lifetime alone, the world has turned upside down 6 times.

One must survive and find the meaning of life.

I have experienced horrible betrayals

and I see people as even worse since I've been sitting here.

And yet I'm telling you this thing I read not long ago:

"Life is magnificent."

Good morning.

- He wants to see you. - Go to the headmaster's office.

The police were here. Böbe has been arrested.

Did you know about it?

Did you know about it or not?

That she had been a whore for years.

She's fired, effective immediately. Her stuff is in the corner.

A teacher turning tricks downtown!

They inquired about you, too.

Are you also a whore?

Who was it? I said: who was it?

Stand up, whoever you are.

You're cowardly rats!

It's a free world out there now? You think you can do what you like?

Throw up into others' faces? Tóth, it was you!

It wasn't me, Ma'am.

Lousy, lying, rotten cowards! Did you learn this from me?

From your head teacher? Or the headmaster?

- Who was it? - I don't know.

Clothes go over there!

She's the new girl.

Is that you? Beautiful.

Two months later.

Your things are in the basement.

But it's Friday. I don't know how to get in.

Can I take a shower?

Can you lend me a clean dress?

Why do you always lock the goddamn door?

What should we do now?

Study German so at least you avoid this.

Okay. Can I not even ask a question now?

- Where's Böbe? - What's the matter?

She was seen entering. She cannot set foot in here.

- Where should she go? - Where is she now?

She's taking a shower. Leave her alone!

I'll wait for her here.

Call an ambulance!

You know this is not the way...

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