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Hungarofilm presents

G�bor B�dy's

THE DOG'S NIGHT SONG

"On the Road...

Today it seems

we should be extra careful...

Aren't you ever going to get married?

To support someone else's woman?

To hell with that.

What? You want to play tennis?

Do you think you're another Bal�zs Tar�czi?

Well. I'm certainly not.

J�nosi! Can't you hear me?

I can't turn the tap off!

Sonny

where is the church?

Over there.

"Yes sir, those days are over now.

You can no longer chase after them.

The days of snatching kisses and breaking hearts,

Little Adonis, are over now.

The days of snatching kisses and breaking hearts.

Little Adonis, are over now... "

Do you really want to go to church?

Of course. - I'll do you hair

Is this seat free? - Yes it is.

Where are you going? - To the sanatorium.

My father is ill, I'm visiting him.

Do you know where I get off?

Yes I do. Can I come with you?

If you've got time, of course.

"On the Road"

Here are the latest road accident reports...

On the No. 5 near Szeged...

Why do old people disappear?

Don't say that!

Why not?

He was sitting there, watching TV, and he was already dead...

Oh, my God!

Come over here, quick.

He looks pretty bad. Is there a phone round here?

In the observatory or the village.

Call the ambulance.

All right.

I'll stay here.

Dear God. I'm about to undergo your trial...

Give me strength to help this man,

and help me not to fail...

I'm dead...

Who are you? - A man of God.

Let me die!

Can you move your leg?

No! God damn!

Try.

It won't.

It just did!

It hasn't for 25 years... Why should it?

Go away. Let me die.

Kill me...

Shove a rock over me.

Damn you!

I'm sorry. Does it hurt?

Ouch...

So it wasn't an accident then?

My whole life's an accident.

To hell with the whole rotten worid.

Why are you questioning me? Let me die...

Calm down brother.

The devil's your brother. What are you then, a priest?

A man of God.

Then give me the last rites.

I haven't got anything with me.

I've just arrived to take over the parish.

Seems that nobody's been here for years.

Don't think anyone needs you.

Were you crippled in the war? Or was it an accident?

I was shot in '56,

...it busted my leg.

In the fighting?

There was no fighting here.

That was the only shot fired

through a window.

I was phoning for a lorry, for the schoolchildren.

You might say it was an on-the-job accident.

Do you know who did it?

Could have been a lot of people. I've still got enemies.

The children, for example, who came to Bible classes

or some poacher.

Thank God, nobody else has a gun here,

...here they use poison.

Where do they get it?

It's inside them. In all of them..

They all die with poison in them.

You're speaking metaphorically.

I'm speaking my own language. I can't speak Latin.

What time do you think it is?

It must be past ten.

Have you called a doctor?

Somebody's gone to fetch him.

They'll never find him. He's in the town with his whores.

Turn this thing round.

And give it a shove. Maybe I'll have better luck this time.

"Our Father which art in heaven...

Hallowed be they name.

Thy kingdom come. They will be done...

"Hey, you cudgel, my own,

Cut from a knotty tree branch,

Hey, you cudgel, my own, Give me help!"

A lesson from St. John's first epistle...

If a man say, I love God,

and hateth his brother, he is a liar.

For he that loveth not his brother who he hath seen

how can he love God whom he hath not seen?

Let he who loveth God love his brother also.

That is the word of God.

Thanks be to God.

Let then this love, charitable love,

be the focus of our meditation today.

What does the word itself mean?

Saint Paul gives us the answer

in his first letter to the Corinthians...

Love is patient, modest,

simple, peaceful, unselfish

pure hearted, merciful... and so on...

If it means all this,

then it must be the name for all the virtues put together.

All gifts of grace issue from love.

Love is a sign of rebirth.

In the words of St. John every one that loveth

is born of God, and he that dwelleth in love,

dwelleth in God, and God in him.

My dear Christian brothers,

we have strayed far from the love preached by Jesus,

We bear grudges against one another and lack that forgiveness

which we daily pray for to God the Father.

Or aren't you like that,

when you deny a man who has lived among you for half a century

all warmth of humanity?

A man you've left burnt out, gasping for love,

rolling down a long slope

to a volentary death.

If somebody says he loves God,

but hates his brother, he is a liar.

That was the text of my sermon.

Free yourselves of this delusi�n

and begin a new life together with me.

Try to be charitable Christians

who dare to love

even their enemies.

For they have nothing to fear

God is with them.

God the merciful, the charitable... Ahem.

Why can't you leave me alone?

Why won't you let me sleep?

Jancsi, honey, aren't you coming to bed?

I'm not coming home from the barracks any more.

This is worse.

There at least you know you're carrying out orders.

When you're at home, you think you can do what you want.

What you feel like doing.

Sleeping.

Don't scream, or you'll wake the kid.

The kid?

It's different for me though, isn't it?

I've never stopped you from doing what you wanted.

You wanted to go to the pub you went.

You wanted to stay there till closing time, you stayed.

You wanted to get drunk, and you are.

I was with a friend of mine...

My best friend! I haven't seen him for five years.

Why, how much have you seen of me?

You want me to get rough...?

You can't do much else anyway.

Don't play around with me. You know I'll lose my temper.

Yes, I know... Except you weren't like this at the beginning.

You were different when I was knocked up at 16.

I'd just come out of jail. My cock was raring to go.

I only wish it'd fallen off before I shoved it in...

You pig!

You can't talk to me like that!

See? You won't take it easy until you make me lose my cool.

Did it hurt?

I'm sorry

Why can't you take it easy?

Who can�t you there it over?

Because I love you...

But why can't you understand that I need a bit of rest?

I saw you having a bad dream.

You were not happy in your sleep.

I know what's good for me.

Do you know what I think about day in, day out?

Like hell you do.

My work... Your work!

That's right, my work. Your stupid work.

That's what we both live on. I work too.

You paint your fingernails for two thousand a month.

And you? You put on khaki pyjamas,

you go to your stupid work,

you come home - when you fancy -

tired, or dead drunk...

I'm a soldier.

A soldier is someone who fights for his country,

someone who takes up arms

to defend the people around him...

I know what you're driving at.

"Love they neighbour... "

"Endure in peace... "

In the old days too, the clergy fattened on love,

while the people fought each other like dogs

for their daily breed...

Really, it's a lot better now, under this system.

You've got a little paunch,

and it'll get bigger...

You must admit, it's a lot better under this system.

People have got TV's... You must admit, it's a lot better...

I didn't live under the old system.

I suppose things are better today,

but people still get at each other.

They get at you, too.

Even your wife or isn't that what you said?

She once told me she loved me.

I wish she never had!

She has stayed by your side.

She's stayed by my pensi�n!

My pensi�n is three times what she can make.

That's why she stays

and because she can't do anything.

How long have you been together? - Thirty years.

Of which you've spent 26 in a wheelchair.

She takes advantage of my condition

Once I said I'd give up smoking.

Then she pounced on the idea, and now she hides the cigarettes.

The grocer is her brother-in-law...

She's persuaded him not to serve me.

I've a lot of enemies in the village,

and she knows only too well I'm too proud

to ask a favour from a stranger...

She's not looking after me,

she's looking after my pensi�n.

That's why I attempted suicide.

Really? Yes.

Not because I'm a coward, or...

Is that really why you did it?

That was part of it.

You preached in church...

- Have you got a cigarette? - I've got some sugar.

Sugar daddy!

Sugar... love...

You preached about me...

Why don't you find yourself another playmate.

Catch me! Catch me!

Janos!

Come on, let�s go to bed.

Do I have to explain my whole life to you?

Give me a drag.

You know I didn�t go to the army-engineers' college

to become another marshal Zhukovm but to get some money

And I paint my nails because I want you to like me...

I'm interested in combustible materials...

I want to discover a new one...

To show them what I can do,

I know you graduated with honours as first-lieutenant.

It dosen't matter to me that you still are one.

They can demote you, for all I care...

But I don't want you to blow yourself up again.

Give me another drag.

Go and get one for yourself.

I'm not interested in promotion.

The money would come in handy, but it's not the main thing.

All the same, if you can, have a go at getting some...

Do you remember our first housewarming party?

That's where I told everyone I wanted to use my brains.

That�s where the snag is.

Perhaps if I'd gone to the Soviet Uni�n...

You didn't go because of me and the kid.

I've never held it against you.

If I take something on, I stick to it.

We don't want to be taken on, we want love.

Don't I love you?

But I don't like it what you made me feel so helpless,

when you hurt me.

Everything's OK... You�ll have your promotion by Autumn.

You said you're getting on with your work.

You're getting near your goal

By New Year you'll be able to blow up the worid. Just keep at it.

And what if I did? Is there anything worth saving?

You're a louse!

- Me, a louse?! - Yes, you.

Where are you going?

Why aren't you asleep? Go to sleep...

I have to go away... for a few days...

Daddy will look after you.

Everything'll be all right.

- Where are you going? - To Pest.

Aw, come on.

You know there're no buses now.

Let's talk... I'm leaving...

There are no buses now.

Don�t worry about me getting there.

Wait!

Comrade first-lieutenant, you are to report immediately to H.Q.

Request permissi�n to leave. Granted.

My Dad is Hungarian.

Where's your dad?

He's dead.

Cottage... Kleine summer cottage. Daddy Dorogi... Baron Borogi.

Fairy tales...

Is this car yours?

Yes.

Do you know where the pastry shop is?

It's good pastry...

A director? Over there, in the corner.

- Cognac please. - We've only got Tokay.

- Coffee? - No, thanks.

A 30-man band? In a small village like this?

- Are they a local band? - No. They've come down from Pest.

Johann Strauss, Imre Kalman...

Vir�g is going to be here.

Who's Vir�g?

How much are the tickets?

Not much...

The superintendent, please. The superintendent.

What film are they showing?

A new Hungarian one. In colour.

I've got the authority

to get you thrown out of here!

GRAVITATIONAL REFERENCE POINT

What is it, Jan�?

The priest from the next village is here. His Trabant's broken down.

He'd like to see you...

Is he down there? - Yes

Bring him up.

We can never free ourselves of His yoke

it's better if we seek out the trials.

You won't get much money from these people.

They spend it all in the pub

Yes, they stay there till midnight.

Go back to the car.

Let us know if the tow arrives

My Trabant is from Caritas aid money.

Look how many flowers there are in this churchyard,..

It seems they like the soil.

I came by bus.

Our Lord Jesus covered whole provinces on foot.

Didn't you have a Mercedes?

I did, but I donated it to missionary work.

So your family is from Sopron.

And who were you ordained by?

His Eminence himself.

This isn't his diocese!

I was obeying an inner voice when I came here, an inspiration.

Scandal for the Jews, madness for the Greeks

as St. Paul said.

So which is your diocese then?

Oh merciful Lord,

open up our hearts, so wean follow your call,

follow it with promptitude...

Under these conditions one becomes insensitive.

It gets more and more difficult to hear God's voice.

and it's also rare for Him to call us.

God's writing is clear, even if the lines are crooked.

We can't do everything ourselves.

There are things we have to leave to Him.

And then He'll give us more to do

but will also give us the strength to see it through

When in Rome they asked me

to run the Propaganda Fidei Congregatio...

And you turned that down...?

I thought I shouldn't run missionary affairs

but become a missionary myself.

Our thousand year old homeland, dedicated to Our Lady of Grace,

has become a land for missionaries.

Like Taiwan...

Japan... Nigeria...

What do you think of Chinese food?

What are you doing?

- I'm putting this cassette on. - Is there music on it?

No. There's a light-sensitive plate in this one.

What for?

To collect the light of the stars.

I've also got a cine-camera.

You must be joking.

No, I'm not.

Where did you get it from? From your dad?

No, from a German kid.

Have you made any films yet?

l've made two

but I haven't seen them.

Why not?

They told me how to do it but I didn't understand.

Bring it in tomorrow

and we'll see what we can do.

OK. Can I watch them then?

Sure.

Why do dogs bark at the full moon?

I don't know.

Maybe they remember the previous destruction

when the moon crashed into the Earth and Atlantis sank...

Or they want to break out

of the recurrent horrors of canine existence.

"Either to hell with everything, Or else everything be damned,

"Or else hell and myself be damned. "

You're the Galloping Coroners? Where did you get this great idea from?

It just turned out this way... From the point of view

that on Earth life has become extinct...

Life is officially subsidized...

but people can�t make it real.

What do you think of this?

What does the name "Galloping Coroners" mean?

I can't accept the idea that I am

the culmination of the universe.

Everything is inadequate.

Every object is a coffin

the corpse has escaped from.

Life is only a wave in the middle of Nothingness.

Are you the singer of the group?

Mankind can only produce superficial achievements,

we can only fight the symptoms...

Everything is just the symptom of a deeply rooted disease...

You weren't born just to walk around the streets,

like a little bug. Fuck...

We'll cut this part

just to walk around like some rose coloured soap-opera figure...

and nothing else.

You should live or die, or drop dead'

All the things you've got inside you, desires, aggressions...

In one single moment you can

realize all your potential, leap fifty thousand years ahead.

Yes, you can realise your potential in a single moment.

We've got to get rid of the fancy bits.

The only thing that matters is the working of Nature's forces.

That's the way to self-realisation.

Are you the founder of the group?

I'm not a founder or sect member of any kind.

I'm a human being.

How long have you been in the band?

Since 1956, the year I was born.

"WHEN THE SUNLIGHT OF INTELLECT SHINES EVERY HOME'S WINDOW"

"My little petal,

Since you left, the house has been empty, with only Janika and me

and I've been sick at heart.

I've been thinking a lot about the two of us,

and I admit I was often nasty to you, reacting like I did

to your sweet approaches.

Worst of all, I didn't take your life seriously enough.

You were too impatient. darling.

The war game is almost over.

My dear Marika come home,

if we both have the will,

everything will turn out all right.

In future I'll make sure

that we'll all be together at home, on the hill,

Love, your devoted husband, Jancsi.

Comrade, the divisi�n's war game's over.

you're permissi�n to leave. - Granted.

Over budea

I'm in a big mess which I can't sort out.

I need your help. I'll be in Pest in a few days.

If you're not by the Black Sea, write back straight away.

Till then, take it easy Janos.

Attila!

It's me... where are you going?

Can I stay with you? No.

We'd better stop befrore we start.

I want to help you Attila.

to sort out the beautiful things you've get inside you.

Spare me those Jesus-effects.

I want to work, that's why I'm here.

I don't care how far you've come.

Nobody asked you to comp I'm getting along without you.

At least let me finish...

Get down on all fours... Get down on all fours...!

You can camp here forever for all I care

Father, I last confessed a month ago.

Since then I've offended God with these sins:

I didn't steal or do anything. I've been to mass every evening,

almost every evening.

except when I couldn't...

Have you anything else to confess?

No, I haven't.

Then repent.

I've been a widow for 21 years.

And I repent with all my heart I promised to live a righteous life.

Grant me penance and absolution.

Father, I last confessed at Easter

and since then I've offended God with these sins:

I've missed my prayers a few times.

And a few times I didn't go to church...

Otherwise I haven't sinned.

I truly repent all my sins...

because I've offended the infinitely good and loving God.

I stole, I cursed I swore by falsehoods...

I stole things... and never gave them back.

I didn't obey my father and mother.

Otherwise I haven't sinned.

Drinking in the pub?

Drinking?

I go now and then...

When was the last time you confessed?

In '45.

You must have a lot to confess.

May the good Lord have mercy, I'm innocent of any sin.

I last confessed in the spring.

I work on an oil rig

so I seldom get a chance to visit the house of God.

I work night and day

so sometimes I forget to say my prayers.

I swear a lot because I'm a bit clumsy.

Otherwise I don't think I've sinned

I truly repent and regret I have offended the good Lord.

I promise not to sin again.

Grant me an audience, Father.

How come you're not wearing your cassock?

I thought it better

if I didn't wear it here.

Take a seat - Thank you

You were quite right, actually.

The Party has already let my wife know that it isn't right

for me to receive priests.

They're worried I might become a churchgoer with a Party pensi�n.

They needn't worry about that.

But you'd best not come too often...

You must be being watched too... for Christ�s sake...

Haven't you copped it yet for being so friendly with me?

The priest from the next village thought it a bit strange.

The archdeacon?

I don't think he's an archdeacon.

But I'm not familiar with clerical ranks...

I believe he's some kind of reactionary.

He was almost locked up once

for giving illegal Bible classes.

I don't like reactionaries.

I've brought you some cigarettes.

American cigarettes?

Take them.

I've got something better. Symphonia.

From the top of the wardrobe?

Do you smoke?

No, only because of you. Out of curiosity.

You can't be a reactionary.

It's just that your fingers... are so thin...

Now tell me honestly...

are you a reactionary, or do you stand for peace?

Well, I am for peace...

I'm not sure what the word reactionary means.

A reactionary is someone

who tries to turn back the course of history

or stands in the way of progress.

Of course, you and I can't possibly be in agreement.

We have different ideologies.

Does he resemble that Christ of yours?

Not really.

The Church did have some saints that looked like him though.

St. Ladislaus, for instance... Or some of the early popes...

I used to kiss this picture, you know

Of course, not when he was officially our Father...

but when he was thrown out.

They'd never have won the Second Worid War without him.

And they still threw him out...! I used to kiss it out of anger.

So he's have someone who loved him.

It's been baptized.

It almost went through the shredder.

I'll give it to you if you want.

Like St. Sebastian...

So he'd have someone who loved him...

So now you know... I've got secrets too.

The Church has also got secrets.

You'd have made quite good Catholic.

Only you're a bit reactionary.

Reactionary? Come off it. Don't let me get angry...

I almost said we'd better go out for a walk

and get some air.

Have you ever tried to move it?

They tormented me with treatment for two years.

...and the result is nil.

When we first met, it seemed to me that your leg moved a little.

Do you remember?

Come on, try.

Stand up...

God... have mercy on you!

Aren't you ashamed of playing with me like this?

Who are they?

Our band, the Galloping Coroners.

What do you do?

We play just for fun.

Who do you play for?

We've got a few friends, but mainly we do it for ourselves.

The moon is too deep.

I've waited too long, The moon is too deep,

I'm too happy

I'm too scrawny,

But the hour has come at last,

There's no more future lost,

There's nothing more shameful than waiting in vain,

Nothing more urgent, than running,

headlong into a wall...

The lobes of my brain are going to explore...

A band? You don't say!

Let's go back inside the Commissi�n's started playing.

I don't give a damn about the Commissi�n.

Give me a cigarette.

I'm going over to the "Europe". Are you coming or staying?

I don't want to be in such a situation again if you don't mind.

"Fick, fuck, fick, fuck...

Billows, bellows, mellow bellows,

Neutron bomb magazine.

Fick, fuck, fick, fuck.

snip, snap, snip, snap,

Screwed with the blues, taken in,

I'm being blown apart by love.

I spend my days dreaming,

With this crazy yearning.

I've got no friends at all.

More, more baby, all I want is,

more, more, baby...

More, more, baby, all I want is...

that tearing, throbbing, tremendous Love,

Love,

Love... more, more, baby, more, more...

that tearing, tearing, throbbing, tremendous love, love...

"Sweetheart, give me your little hand

Who knows if I'll ever see you again?

Who knows if I'll hold you again in my arms...

"The old moon hid behind a silver cloud,

Thousands of stars shone in the sky,

Oh, silvery moonlight on a moonlit night

Oh, how my heart, my heart

aches for the girl

I want to hold...

That'll be 85 forints.

I've never seen one like that before...

That's a nice blouse. Where did you get it?

Do you like it?

I brought it two weeks ago at a fashion show.

Have you got one too? I brought one at the same time.

Are you models?

Yeah, we're on the move, there's always something going on...

How do you like this place?

How do you become a model?

With your looks, you're away.

You could make it for sure. A little make up, fix your hair...

And you don't have to sleep with everybody?

That's just gossip...

That's what I thought.

Sure, nonsense...

And how much can you make?

More than you do with these matches...

How much do you make here?

Well, about 500 forints a day.

Wow, I wouldn't mind working here myself for that much.

Two Kent�s, two Mariborough�s...

Come and see us and have a chat. We'll help you, ok?

"The wind is blowing the clouds away.

Behind them the sky is aflame,

Sweetheart, give me your little hand,

Who knows if I'll ever see you again...

What are you doing here?

It wasn't difficult to find you.

Do you think you can hide from me?

I don't think anything. What do you want?

- What are you doing here? - Working.

Do you call this work?

What do you think I'm doing?

Are you selling yourself as well?

You're crazy!

Come home with me.

I like it here.

With this half gypsy?

Why, what makes you think you're 100 per cent Hungarian?

I may have some Romanian blood, but not gypsy!

Your impotent and you've got eczema!

You can't even do it!

- Jancsi, take it easy. - Don't call me Jancsi!

Are you looking for trouble?

Ok, I'll take care of you both.

I could blow this joint to pieces.

You confessed yesterday, I gave you absolution.

I didn't feel cleansed

Even though you made a complete and honest confessi�n?

I didn't tell you everything.

Grant me an audience.

When I told that young man I'd left my husband,

it wasn't completely true.

I kept going back to him in my thoughts.

I didn't tell you that yesterday.

Are you telling the truth now?

I kept it from myself too.

I wanted to live with two men at the same time...

As though neither could exist without the other.

I left my husband so I wouldn't lose him completely.

I can't bear to lose anything.

Is that why you got tuberculosis?

I haven't sinned.

Yes you have.

You violated the sanctity of marriage.

But I absolved you.

That was the only way I could keep Laci...

He's the only one I kept in my heart.

Take this pin.

Look me in the eye.

Whenever you feel the truth is somehow evading you

prick yourself with it.

You're impatient.

What did you say?

He was the only one I kept in my heart.

I kept him in my heart.

In my heart.

Yes, in my heart.

I've got a heart, too!

Do you feel any relief?

It's a little better now.

I'll give you this pin as a present.

And who is Laci?

He's my husband.

Your husband?

Laci is my husband.

And why did you leave him?

Because I can't live without him.

Help!

Focus

Indiscretion

- Cupola - Coppola

I'm the worid. And who are you?

I'm the self-measured focus of the universe.

- A worm. - A worm in the focus.

I've got no prophylactics against the worid.

Take me away in your spaceship.

It's as if the sky has cleared up.

Suddenly it becomes transparent...

You hear the sound of a trumpet from the lake.

There's a pine tree next to every lake

If you want to see your reflection in the lake you hear a trumpet

As you get closer, your reflection gets stronger.

By the time you can see it

the water starts rippling and the moon waxes full.

I'd like to have a child by you.

A priest is everything for everyone but has nothing for himself.

It would harm him if he had anything.

The secret of happiness in life is a prolonged search.

An active interior like a dilated magnet.

Like what? - You heard...

Like an asp.

Catch me...!

Shouldn't we call the priest?

You call a priest when someone is dying not when they're dead.

She's been very interested in such things lately.

What things?

She went to see him several times a day.

The priest? Which priest?

The new priest, the young fellow.

Young?

Good evening.

I'm going to sing the next song with Marietta.

It's the first time she's sung this song.

"Love has come back again,

My hands are sweating again,

Why, why...

I can't get her out of my mind again,

All I want is to get laid again.

Why, why, why...

Her's is the face I see everywhere,

His is the voice I hear everywhere,

Why, why...

Love, love, love...

You've got to spit, got to spit...

Love has

come back again,

My hands are

sweating again,

Why, why...

I can't get her

out of my mind again,

All I want is

to get laid again,

Why, why...

Love has come back again,

My hands are sweating again,

Why, why...

Her's is the face I see everywhere

Her's is the voice I hear everywhere.

Why, why...

Love, love...

You've got to spit, got to spit...

Which one do you sleep with?

None of them.

Have you slept with all of them?

I haven't slept with any of them.

Don't lie.

I'm not lying and anyway, what I do is none of your business.

And the kid?

I'm going to take a flat.

And then what?

And then I'm going to bring him here.

- No, you're not. - I'm his mother.

And I'm his father. The kid's place is at home.

That house hasn't been a home for a long time.

Not for any of us. You couldn't bear coming home...

You're the one who left.

- Come on, the boss wants to see you. - Ok, I'm coming.

Come on then.

Take it easy.

Come on, come on.

You have to understand that I do what I want.

Sorry, but I have to go now.

Go then.

I'd like to ask you, that now after the concert...

There'll be a few people around but then nothing...

What do you feel like?

Just walking up and down...

Everything is complete... only the fridge is somehow...

I'm talking with the members of the Galloping Coroners

after their concert

those yellow linear stripes

and the next step is...

We put things under the bed sheet

the one that's got a yellow stripe under his arm...

All the music is in this matchbox...

Your music is as compact as a matchbox...?

Not always... sometimes...

Sometimes it isn't but when it is, it sure is...

I believe, this is your latest song...

What's the title going to be?

Stop! Stop!

What's this 'Aaargh'...?

I won't take her back...

Never again...

Whom or what?

- For me, she's here. - What's there?

She was in here, but she doesn't want to...

Will and imagination

are what you have to balance, as an officer.

And if you're not an officer, then take off your uniform.

But you wouldn't want to do that...

Waiter!

Just look at him. For the sake of someone like him...!

"Schoolgiris at dawn as the sun...

Under the linden tree...

Under the oak, I used to wait for you

I used to wait for you.

That's where we knew happiness.

Watching the current of the old Thesis... "

Waiter, let go.

"We breathed in the linden leaves,

Do you remember, babe?

That's where we knew happiness.

"On the Road... Good motoring to your all.

We haven�t got very good reports...

- What are you doing here?

Why? I'm going to work.

You're a musician, aren't you?

- What makes you think that? - I saw you in Pest with my wife.

With your wife?

With the blond, the new singer. Don't you remember?

Oh, that blond duckling?

If you're looking for her, she isn't here.

Why, then I know her kid, too.

- Who do you know? - Her kid.

He comes to the observatory sometimes. We talk...

Do you work there?

"This is a long-distance run,

This love'll be a long-distance love,

That's it, yeah, That's what I need...

Do you know him?

He's done it this time.

What?

Last month he bungled it.

I see...

Where can I make a call?

That's all right. I'll go

What's happened?

I came on the bus...

I think the astronomer...

Ok, what's up?

I told our man here to watch the church

but nobody's seen him since last night.

Keep looking.

Something's fishy about that priest.

They are two people he met regularly...

The woman stabs herself

in the heart with a pin, then this old guy

does himself in.

Two suicides in one day?

With no witnesses?

And the priest vanishes...

You go to church regularly, don't you?

I'm very religious.

I've been going to church since I was a small child

and I'll go till I die.

- So you go regularly. - That's right.

What is your opinion of the new priest?

We love him very much...

We love him so much that...

Wasn't there something strange about him?

Oh no, no...

- Did he talk politics? - No, never.

His hair was a bit long, otherwise he was all right.

He worked very hard in the church, even though he wasn't there long.

Never seen him before.

Only knew him for two or three days...

What's your opinion so far?

Not too bad...

Wasn't there something strange about him?

Did you notice anything?

- Well, yes, I did. - All right what?

He didn't say the prayers the way he was supposed to.

How did he say them?

He always left out two or three words.

From the Lesson.

- Do you know it by heart? - I do.

- Didn't he talk politics? - No, he didn't.

Not even in private?

No, he never talked politics.

What about drinking?

Did he drink?

Oh no, no...

When at the altar...

With the wine...

He poured in it some...

- Brandy? - Some water, in the wine.

That's how he drank it.

Then he was a very righteous man.

- Sure, and still is. - He still is.

The priest used to push Uncle Mikl�s in the wheelchair

and used to let go...

And Uncle Mikl�s always used to...

- He let go? - Yes.

Going downhill, or on a straight road?

Downhill.

And Uncle Mikl�s always

always told him to catch him because he was afraid.

- And did he? - Yes.

Then what happened?

Then they went away, after that I didn't see them.

What time was this, about? In the evening...?

About seven.

- You're out on the streets so late? - Yes.

- Does your father know? - There was nobody home.

There was nobody home...

Sonny, I can't believe that story.

I filmed it with my Super8 camera.

You filmed it yourself?

- Yes. - Where did you get the Camera?

From some foreign tourists.

- As a present? - Yes.

- You didn't steal it? - No.

And what other things did you see?

UFO's down the mine.

- What? - UFO's were there.

What were they like?

Like when you put two plates together.

- Two saucers? - Yes.

And were they flying?

Yes, they took off from there.

When they took off into the sky, what did you think?

I felt like I was standing on mum's belly

down there, between her legs.

As if you were there?

Yes. It felt soft.

You felt like that when the UFO's took off? - Yes.

This story seems a little confused.

UFOs don't exist.

Anyway, why do you hang around the mine so late?

You should be at home.

- For fun. - For fun?

Yes.

And do you know what kind of relationship

the priest has with Uncle Mikl�s?

Well... they got on... they talked...

They weren't on bad terms? - No.

How did they get on then?

Well... they talked...

What did they do together?

Well... they talked...

Did they meet a lot?

Yes... a lot.

- Were other people around? - Sure they were.

- Not only in the evenings? - Mainly in the evenings.

Mainly in the evenings?

And when did they use to meet?

- Between 7 and 8... - Where did they go?

At Owl's Field.

Where's that?

There's a hill just past Owl's Field.

That's where they played.

Did you play with them?

No, I was picking nuts when I saw them.

And did you see the priest

pushing Uncle Mikl�s in the wheelchair again at all?

Yes.

Every evening?

Not every evening, sometimes every two or three days.

- But always in the evening? - Yes.

And did he always let the wheelchair go?

Yes, he let go, then caught it again.

And what did Uncle Mikl�s say to that?

He didn't say anything.

Only he was very scared and told the priest

to catch him fast.

When Uncle Mikl�s was found dead

did you see the priest around?

No, he'd been gone a couple of days by then...

First here...

I smell the fresh air...

Everything film... everything...

- Who made these films? - Sometimes it was Oli.

- The German kid? - Yes.

And sometimes it was me, or we asked somebody.

Everything film... OK...

Pastry shop, pastry, OK.

You went to church, too?

You know that pioneers don't go to church don't you?

I know. This house used to be theirs

but now they've got nothing left, unfortunately.

Perhaps you've also been abroad.

I didn't make this part, it was Oli.

He just left it here.

He left it here...

Who?

Attila.

- Attila who? - My friend.

- Your friend? - Yes.

Where did you meet him?

I go to the observatory sometimes.

We look at the stars and the moon.

- Does he work there? - Yes.

- But this is a punk group. Do you know what punk is?

- Yes, I do. - What is it?

When they jump around like that...

And who did this?

He did.

I lent him the camera.

Where did they film it?

I don't know.

Did Oli or Attila make this?

I don't know.

What's this porno stuff?

Sorry chief. It's from another film.

There were a few details I noticed.

He didn't sing the Salve Regina right.

Any ordained priest can do that. Maybe even you can?

Maybe.

Still, the faith that emanated from him

was very moving.

I would even say touching.

And what was the business about being a missionary?

He said

he felt he had a missi�n.

He wanted to be a missionary.

In some distant country,

...converting people.

And he said

he could best fulfil such a missi�n,

in this country.

Do you know anything about the relationship

between him and Uncle Mikl�s?

I don't.

Thank you very much for coming in.

God bless you.

- Anything wrong? - Nothing.

On the contrary. Everything's perfectly all right.

I've fulfilled my missi�n...

So I'll change.

Almighty God,

I am grateful to thee...

for allowing me to fulfil my missi�n

for allowing me to help...

Ahem.

In my last dream I saw St. Francis Xavier in a shower of gold.

The wall slid aside

his eyes reflected the pale lights of jade,

on his call cherry blossoms...

- IBUSZ? - Trailer.

My friends are expecting me in Constantinople.

But I need a little more money for the journey.

Hard currency.

That is all I've got.

God will repay you...

"On the Road

S-800 calling T-90. A bulletin:

In M�tra an impostor has been impersonating a priest for weeks.

Two suicides were reported on the same day.

Both victims had been

close to the priest who was very popular, and has since vanished.

The possibility of homicide cannot be excluded... "

You won't believe who this is! The priest from our village.

"Wanted: a tall man, between 30 and 40, dark hair...

presumably wearing a cassock or a dark suit. "

The police only got into it...

Stiff gestures... suggestive religiosity...

The possibility of homicide cannot be excluded in either case.

Presumably he'll try to find shelter with nuns or ex-priests...

They're looking for a tall man, between 30 and 40,

...strikingly stiff gestures...

Are you a priest?

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are. I recognise you.

Then to you I'm a priest.

It was such a surprise...

Run! I've called the police.

- Haven't you seen him either? - Why don't we try it.

- OK, all right. - But my things!

Please send an ambulance

my wife's in labour.

- What are you doing here? - We want to have a child from you.

- What the hell are you doing here? - We want to have his children.

Will you stop a minute young man?

Damn it, aren�t you going to stop?

T-90 calling 00-zero.

Two suspicious-looking women are chasing a suspect.

We keep running into them.

Here S-00-zero. Forget about the women for now.

We've had ten calls about the fake priest from the 5th district.

Come quickly and bring cars!

There's been a bad accident.

A lot of people are hurt...

Attila!

Did you know that's against the law? This isn't a race track.

Forget about him.

Attila, I want a child from you.

What do you want?

From me?

Do I want it?

What do I want?

Here S-00-zero... Please, report.

The thing is that One: One:

Two: That everything has three parts.

Where are you?

In the blind spot of your mind.

Four.

Attila... where are you going?

- Have you seen him? - Is that you again?

Why don't you just go to hell.

Did you see someone run through here?

Yes, I did... no, I didn't. No, I didn't.

T-90, report. Here S-00-zero.

S-00-zero calling T-90. No answer.

We're following everything that moves.

Who are you?

I've been wanting to confess something for a long time.

I'm the roommate of that woman in the sanatorium.

What happened to her?

She died.

How?

I killed her.

How?

Let's stand out of the way for a minute.

Chief, a suspicious looking couple's standing,

...here at the entrance of the Phoenix building.

You should be looking for the priest, not snooping after lovers.

I went into the room, she was in bed, praying.

I slapped her hand...

"Are you praying again?"

She had that pin in her hand, that you gave her.

It pierced her heart.

What can you see though that thing?

Animals, people...

A man is not a Peeping Tom...

A man acts, thinks...

- You can read, can't you? - Yes.

This is my book, Zhukov, "How the Steel was Tempered"...

It's my favourite...

I used to read it all the time at school.

I'll send this machine back to the fellow who gave it to you.

- Do you want to be a hussar? - Yes.

I've got a surprise for you

Press this button.

Now the other one.

Press number four.

What do you think of this?

Well, what do you think?

That's the kind of hussar you'll be.

This is your seventh birthday.

No, the eighth!

The eighth? Then this is for you.

Come on. What do you think?

Janos Pilinszky told me of his dreams

The crowd on Mount Golgotha are demanding from Jesus

to come down from the cross.

To perform a miracle.

While every eye is riveted on the Saviour,

the thief on the left quietly steps down to the ground

and slips away.

"Wake from your dreams profound,

Soon your chains will be unbound."

Based on the short story of Csaplar Vilmos; script consultant Erdelyi Sandor.

The dialogue includes textual material from Zolt�n �rmos and the actors.

Photography:

Director's assistant:

Cast:

and "The Committee" and the "Galloping Coroners"

Image consultant:

Music consultant:

Music:

With special thanks to J�zsef Szabad

and the people of M�traszentimre

for their help in making this film.