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Captain!

It's time to go.

Listen...

Here's 200 forints.

Get something for your mom.

But tell her it's from me this time.
Got it?

- Bye, Dad.
- Bye.

He's been driving again.
Without a license.

I saw him.
He's a public menace.

- I'll report him!
- Hi, Mom!

- How nice to see you!
- Don't try to sweet talk me!

Well!
And don't you make wild accusations.

Máté's a good boy.

Just leave us in peace!

You lot think
you can get away with murder!

- They set off, then?
- Uh-huh.

Your teacher said
she hadn't seen you all week.

Mom?

Dad wanted to give me 200,
but he didn't have it on him.

He said to ask you. He'll give it
back when he's home again.

- Then I can kiss goodbye to it.
- Forget it.

It's okay.

Here's 300, son.

I don't want you going without

just because your father's
a con artist.

Enci, Pussy! Behave yourself!

The weatherman says the heat wave
will last all next week.

That's when we'll drop the bomb.

They call it a "thong."

You've got sunstroke, man.

Why would a girl wear this?
Bet it hurts.

I left Austrian mags around the dorm.

All the models are wearing them.

The seamstresses are
already on the job.

Roger Moore's a wuss.

And how about Sean Connery?

Sean Connery.

Yeah.

He's Bond. James Bond.

- You like secret agents?
- Only the manly ones.

Demeter!

Peel these too, okay?

Can't you be more polite?

Who's your chick? Debbie Harry?

Who's your roomie? Elvis Presley?

Sometimes he brings his girl round.
And it's impossible to sleep.

Yuck.

Not so fast, gents.

- It's 40 forints a pop.
- That's astronomical.

You don't like it, there's the hose.

I'm sure Béci will
give you a sprinkle.

Did Barna have to pay too?

No way.
He filled the pool up for me.

Here's a 50.

A complimentary beer for my friends.

You can bring the thongs over
in your brother's taxi.

I'll pay for the gas and give you 5%
on the first 10 sold.

I can't. I'm going away with Száva.

Where to?

Barna!

What the fuck are you doing?

I was...

- I didn't mean any--
- You don't owe me an explanation.

You owe a responsibility.
To yourself.

He is a Commie Kid. He's a rat.

The Supraphon he said was
Demeter's is his.

- I've got some ice-cold cognac...
- No thanks.

Wanna meet my friends?

See you later.

What's your problem with me?

Hey, guys!

This is Judit. Have you met her?

Judit Kiss.

- Hi. Barna Halász.
- Zsolt Száva.

I've heard a lot about you
in the Bandito.

Was there anything else?

What was that?
I didn't hear you.

- I didn't say anything.
- Tell this to your Supraphon.

Your State Security bosses
can kiss my fucking ass.

If you think that's why I've got
a Supraphon, you belong in an asylum.

So why have you got a Supraphon?

You know...

When a girl comes round...

it can get pretty noisy.

I like to play it back later.

I am never gonna move into a dorm!

Come on, let's have some brandy.

- It'll help you get over the scare.
- Who said I was scared?

I love women with an attitude.

And I love brandy.

Dad said I’d fly to the Moon sooner
than visit my brother in the West.

I bet he knows everything
about Yuri Gagarin.

But anyone who's fled to the West
is as good as dead.

Uh-huh.

It won't always be like this.
I'll fuck them in every hole.

Do you really think the gathering
will mean anything?

Will the system ever collapse?

Every system collapses.

Commies can rip up all the flowers
but they'll never hold back spring.

I'm listening.

You're gonna do me a favor.

Maybe that thing about the Supraphon
was a misunderstanding.

Maybe it wasn't.

I'm not really bothered.
But something does bother me.

You running around
in that taxi,

Száva's totally wired,

you're all going away
for the weekend.

You guys up to something?

Nope.

Quit yanking me, Demeter.

I swear.

Do you need these pills or not?

What are you up to?

Száva's organizing a meeting.

All the radicals
in Hungary will be there.

It's a secret.

Do you really believe
Száva can change a thing?

Maybe our grandchildren will.

But this is where it starts.

Everyone who's anyone will be there.

I wanna come too.

That's not such a good idea.
Maybe next time.

I don't wanna come
'cos I want change.

I wanna come 'cos
there’s gonna be change.

And where there's change,

the ones who react fastest
make the most dough.

If you want more pills,
get me into your gang.

Get on it.

Is it worth it?

Yeah. He's not perfect,

but since we've been together,
he's different.

- Must have learned a lot from you.
- Uh-huh.

Stuff like: "Knife, fork."

I did try: "White wine glass,
red wine glass."

But all he said was: "Bottle,"

and started swigging from it.

And you? Is Zsolt Száva
Mr. Right?

Know what? Let's not
even talk about Zsolt Száva.

It's my round.
I'll just pop up to Máté's Winery.

Sorry.

"Sorry."

- Having a drink?
- Answer me this:

You’re the smartest here,
you know the gathering is suicide.

Yet, you're still going.

Are you that scared of Zsolt?

Funny.
I thought you were the smartest.

You hold a vote against it,
yet you're still going.

Are you that crazy about Zsolt?

I'm going because whatever happens
I chose which side I'm on long ago.

And I did it for my own sake.

You're mad at me cos
I voted against you.

I'm not mad.

I like you, Geri,
but I can't respect you.

You might be smart,

but everyone can see
how messed up you are.

You'll stay that way
til you choose a side.

Do you know the details?

What details?

My life's very complicated.

Join the club.

I can't forget the happy days

In the neighborhood
Where I was raised

Treated just like all the other boys

The big kids beat me up
And stole my toys

All around my head
Bare knuckles flew

But above Budapest
The skies are blue

Wore a cap to limit my horizons

Even though I hated it like poison

You betcha

Scavenged scrap around the streets

Kept my head down, kept the peace

Joined movements
And tried to sing in tune

Cos above Budapest
The skies are blue

People squeezed into a prefab box

Life leaks out
Between the concrete blocks

On the stairway a neighbor says "Hi"

ARMED FORCES DAY

Then casts his eyes down
And hurries on by

DORMITORY

Come in!

- Hi, Geri.
- Zsolt...

I've got an idea.
About the gathering.

Let's talk outside.

First we need to make it legal.

We'll organize a Young Commie event.

Invite Antal and his mob
as a human shield.

They put up 30 tents around our four,
and bingo: it's legal.

We tell the Young Commies
we're holding it?

We might as well announce it
to the Party.

If Kata's right, they already know.

It won't work.

They'll know which tents our debates
are in, and they'll pick us off.

Conclude every debate with
something supporting the system.

Guys!

In the meantime, we can talk about
whatever we like.

A few kids try to suggest
something better.

And they can't,
the Commies won't say a word.

They wouldn't want anyone thinking
this is a dictatorship.

No one would get the message.

Sure they would.

If Socialism's taught
Hungary anything,

it's to read between the lines.

They'll know the summing up
is bullshit.

That it's a form of dissent
the state can't stop.

Take the '56 revolution lecture
off the main stage.

That's for Young Commies only.

The dorm choir can sing some
Soviet marching songs.

And we cancel the Transylvanian poet.

- It's way too soon for him.
- Poor fucker.

Gets his balls burned off
and can't even talk about it.

This is the right move.

This way if they hassle us,

they'll be shooting themselves
in the foot.

On one condition.

You don't make the decisions here.

I sell this to Antal.

Are you insane?

Why would we want to camp with you?

'Cos you’ve lost your charm.

The kids are on our side.

But without you lot,
we can't gather.

So let's get together.

Let's dream big.

An outdoor festival.

Music, chicks, beer, debates,
pure country air. Everyone wins.

Don't trust him. He'll fuck us over.

And what good would that do us?

The kids still won't
give a shit about us.

Why should I support an event
that only helps you?

These days the Party rewards anyone
who even tries to keep the YCL alive.

If you were the one who organized
the first gathering,

later on, you'd be a shoo-in for
any ministry job you chose.

You'll get all the credit.

All we want is
a few tents of our own.

And what'll the debates be about?

Each will end with Socialism winning,
hands down.

You have my word.

Instead of your closing speech,
I want one last debate.

You and our best speaker
on the main stage.

I want to hear you tell
everyone there

that you think the future is red.

Fine.

Good. Then...

We'll think about it.

Think about it?

I get what you say.
But something's still off.

We'll think about it.

Let's go, Zsolt.
He can't help us. Maybe next year.

Next year?

You're incapable of organizing
an event so quickly.

There's no shame in that.
Let's discuss it next year.

See you around.

The soccer field...

The beer tent, the debate tent.

Don't eat the Young fucking Commies!

Oops, sorry!

- And this?
- The sleeping area.

Can't something else
be the sleeping area?

That's Karcsi's notebook, I need--

What are you?
Fucking kindergarteners?

Can we not be a little more serious?

This will be the first sleeping area
in the whole of Free Hungary.

And what's this? The choir tent?

No. It's my smokes.

Study the map.
Pass it on when you're done.

Let's run through it again.

Unit 1 will secure the entrance.

Units 2, 3, and 5

will prevent anyone
from escaping through the trees.

Unit 4 will hunt for Zsolt Száva.

I'll be leading you myself.

You are to confiscate
all written documents.

I'll give the signal to go
over the walkie-talkie.

Any questions?
None. I'm not surprised.

Get ready.
Thank you for your attention.

We leave tomorrow
after class.

We stick close
to the Young Commies at all times.

The nearer we are, the safer we'll
be, just like Demeter said.

And there's one more thing.

Antal's organizing a debate.

I'm going up
against their best speaker.

And I'm gonna lose.

You?

You agreed to that?

A sacrifice we've got to make
for greater good.

You getting publicly trashed?
Stop thinking so hard, Barna.

Just do what I tell you.

We do the thinking.
Me and Demeter.

Just let me ask you one thing.

What if the Young Commies
don't come?

They'll come.

Oh, I see.

And what makes you so sure?

Instinct. That's what.

Zsolt...

Whenever this country
changed, why do you think it was?

Dunno, but it wasn't 'cos someone
deliberately lost a debate.

Hungary will change
if one man believes.

And if everyone else
believes in that man.

How did we start this?

Together.

And how are we gonna finish it?

- Together.
- Together.

Then believe in me.

Any questions? None.

I'm not surprised. We're through.

Oh, and I want you all to act like
nothing was out of the ordinary.

Keep smiling.

And just for once,
don't bug the Young Commies.

We need them.

Therefore we can prove the formula
for all connected flat G graphs

using full sheet induction.

Please, sir!
Could we go a bit slower?

Would you say that
to your future employer?

But...

So, if G has only one side,

then according to the Jordan line,

we know that it is acyclic
and coherent, that is: a tree.

And E= V -1.

Hi, baby.

- Károly! This is going too far. Out!
- But why?

To be 40 minutes late
is unacceptable.

Especially for a 45-minute class.
Out!

I'll report you.

So report me.

And you will prepare for
the upcoming test alone.

- I don't want to see you next class.
- Dickhead.

What did you say?

"Euler."

It's pointless to go around
in circles, sir.

Euler's theorem gives you that
in one step.

By selecting any
comprehensive tree T,

we can define a coherent
acyclic subgraph in G.

The dual edges is identical to

a contiguous acyclic subgraph in G,
so G is also a comprehensive tree.

Together, the two trees have
a total of (V -1) + (F -1) edges.

See you at the test.

Fuck it. I'm in love.

FRAGILE

Good morning.
I'd like to send this to Veszprém.

Thank you.

- Keep it straight!
- You're pulling it the wrong way!

- Hey, guys!
- Kata was looking for you.

What did she want?

To tell you you're a genius.

Watch your eyes don't pop out,
genius.

Promise you won't
get up to any mischief.

Mom!
That's what we're going for.

Nonstop Biology and Chemistry.

Trust me, I'd much rather stay home
and watch "Space: 1999."

Oh, you...

Look after yourself.

And Dad?

I'll tell him once he gets home.

He's so busy right now.

Take up your positions!

Walkie-talkies on!

Come on, move it!

- Hi, guys.
- Hi.

Smell that horseshit!

It's better than smelling
Young Commies.

Fucking hell!

They're not coming.

They're not stupid.

- Let's start unpacking.
- Gimme a hand with this then, genius.

- Hi.
- Hello.

So what's the plan?

Playmaker to Goalie.

Keep on your toes.

As soon as Szava's tent
is on the ground,

that makes him liable.

Then we make our move.

Whoops!

Watch the paintwork, asshole.
That cost money!

The fuck's up with you?

Playmaker to Golden Team.
Go get them!

Száva!

Fucking hell! Stop! Everyone back!

Get out of sight!

Tibor to Playmaker!

The YCL are here.

Never underestimate me!

You're amazing.

I only wish I'd asked
for a female volleyball team.

Well, I've brought a female choir.

Start putting up the tents,

make sure you find a shady spot.

- Are our people here too?
- They're mingling with the crowd.

Time for a beer, then? You guys?

We've got too much to do.

Start going around. Select the best.

No name lists.

No paper trail.
I want names and phone numbers.

Stored in your heads.

I'll keep the Young Commies busy.

Let's see...

Don't tell Zsolt, but I made
a list of who's coming.

He's got nerve: "Keep 50 names
and numbers in your head"!

Hi. You're Jani, right?

Can you give me a telephone number?

Sorry, guys...

Hi, guys.

Hi there.

Hey, guys...

Sorry...

Hi! What's your name?

- Peti Vincze.
- Where are you from?

Budapest. University of Law.

If I'd known it was a Young Commie
bash, I'd have stayed home.

Don't let looks fool you.

Okay.
Then let's go for a coffee sometime.

Pardon?

You look like you're far too classy
for me. But if you say so...

Right. Okay.
See you at tonight's debate.

- This isn't the right way to do it.
- What?

It's a waste of time assembling
an underground movement here.

We need peaceful demonstrations.
Out in the open.

Nothing furtive. Nothing violent.

Well, Zsolt Száva would disagree.

- And you?
- Me?

I...

- See you at the debate.
- Only there?

Sorry. I've got a boyfriend.

Waiting for your boyfriend?

Uh-huh.

Are you sure you're
in the right tent?

Are you hitting on me?

Nah...

You've got a boyfriend.

I bet it's Elton John there.

Nope.

Then it must be Jesus.

Zsolt Száva.

Are you always so cocky?

'Cos if you are, please leave me be.

No. Some things terrify me.

For instance?

That my friends will ditch me
for being such a loner.

And I really will be all alone.

Oh boy. That's so sweet.

What are you drinking?

- Red wine?
- Brandy.

Oh boy. That's so sweet.

Two brandies, please.

- Are you Zsolt Száva?
- No.

I bet he's a friend of yours,
and you rehearsed that.

That's why I prefer to be alone.

- Cheers, then.
- Cheers.

Wanna dance?

No, thanks.
My boyfriend might show up.

- Bring him on.
- No...

Thanks for the brandy.

I don't think you have a boyfriend.

That's fine by me.

Female volleyball team, huh?

- What's her name?
- Out.

- "Out"?
- Of your league.

She's Adél Horváth.
The YCL's best debater.

The one who'll beat you
on the main stage.

Two more brandies.

I thought you already
had a girlfriend.

Let's sit down.

You better get ready.

No, no! Hit the brakes!

- Why'd you let the dumb blond drive?
- Oh, come on, stop.

This is a field,
not a fucking racetrack.

You said you were in a hurry.

Next time, don't be surprised
if I barf on you.

- Okay... coming to look around?
- No.

Then why did you come?

Stop over there.

Geri!

We never finished discussing "Rambo."

Hi, Judit. No, we didn't.
It's nice to see you.

Judit!

Another time, then...

What's she doing here?

No idea.

Chill, Geri.

Her dad's a policeman.
We're not letting the bitch near us.

Okay.

Ladies and gentlemen!
Especially ladies.

It's the latest sensation.

It's called a "thong"!
This is the back.

- I've got--
- Forget that old stuff.

Take a look!

Wow!
Slides right between your cheeks.

Feel free to pop behind the truck
and try them on, okay?

- There you go.
- Thanks.

- Hi, guys.
- Hi, y'all.

Freedom for bare butts.

- Check out your girlfriend!
Enjoy it.

- Thanks a lot. Bye, now
- You're great.

Unbelievable...

- Zsolt! Can we talk?
- I'm gonna start taking appointments.

Remember me from the pool party?

- Vaguely.
- I want to join you.

If you're choosing people today,
I want you to choose me.

What makes you think
I'm choosing anybody?

But...

I get it.

I've known Kata since I was a kid.
She'll vote against me.

But I can give you
something you need.

I can bring a whole bunch
of new people with me.

- Where from?
- The folk dance movement.

What's Kata's beef with you?

My dad's a cop.

- But I'm not my dad.
- And why do you wanna join us?

Dad's served the force for 30 years

and I still haven't got
a room with a window.

You wanna join us to get a window?

Not just a window.
I want a nice view.

Hi, Judit. Long time no see.

Invite her to the next meeting.

- But...
- I know.

Is there a number
we can reach you on?

Judit Kiss.

789-694.

152, Attila József Way.

Well?

How's it going?

I've found a few
interesting characters.

Maybe we'll be celebrating tonight.

Let's hope so.

Here we go!

Listen up, guys!

To Geri Demeter.

Chess champion.

Revolutionary.

Genius.

Let's just say "reformer."

Are you ready for the debate?

I'll be fine.

Don't let her hustle you.
She looks smart.

Relax. The stage is my turf.

Go over and talk to her!

I will... only...
I think I'll take a leak first.

Judit.

Yeah?

We never finished
discussing "Rambo."

Where were we?

The part where you stow your prick
and come with me.

And keep your trap shut.

What the fuck's going on here,
Demeter?

I wanted to warn you,
but I didn't have the chance.

Száva keeps me right by his side.

Warn me about what? What is this?

It's a YCL meeting.
It's perfectly legal.

Kids from the dorm?

- From all over the country.
- Whose idea was it?

- What?
- Whose idea was it?

- 'Cos it wasn't Száva's.
- Yes, it was.

What're you doing? No, let me go!

Help!

No!

Help!

Gimme something quick.
Or we'll pay a visit to your momma.

All 12 of us.

Száva doesn't know,

but there's a list.

Kata Szabó is writing down
the names of the people

who'll take part
in the next operation.

You're gonna take pictures
of that list.

Good, sharp pictures
and deliver the film to me.

And one more thing.

Whatever Száva told you,
this YCL stunt wasn't his idea.

I want the name of whoever's
doing the thinking for him.

Now get to fucking work!