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DIALÓG AND OBJEKTÍV STUDIOS
PRESENT

Gentlemen!

It is a thousand years since
the Hungarians formed their homeland here.

They shed their blood for it,
fought with heroism.

Perhaps, they could stand firm
amidst the raging storms

because every bit of this land
was soaked in their blood.

Despite constant struggle,
the Hungarian nation survived.

It has kept its character
and never denied its brave forefathers.

That's why we can all be proud
that if we were not Hungarians,

we would want to be Hungarians.

Because...

Oh, but why should I praise ourselves?

Let history speak for me.

HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY

Swords out!

- For our country!
- Till death!

Oh how tall is, oh how tall is,

oh how tall is this fine inn.

Is there within, is there within,

any supporters of Zsadányi?

If there are no supporters of Zsadányi,

let those inn walls
immediately all fall in.

Oh how tall is, oh how tall is,

oh how tall is this fine inn.

Is there within, is there within,

any supporters of Zsadányi?

If there are no supporters...

My two sons!

How beautiful you are!

We will vote as one!

To Zsadányi!

All for Zsadányi!

There's only one man we want!

Zsadányi is our nominee!

Oh how tall is, oh how tall is,

oh how tall is this fine inn.

Is there within, is there with in...

For the homeland!

If there are no supporters of Zsadányi...

Right, face!

Forward!

Oh how tall is, oh how tall is...

Stop your father.

Mother, I don't want to talk to these.

Our constitutional right to nominate...

He's ashamed that you are his father.
Get off!

Gentlemen, my friends!

I'm not a man of words.

I'd like to briefly say,
that we should all do what we can.

Although the enemy is very diverse
and they fight with treacherous weapons,

our task is to make our supporters'
work easy and pleasant.

The man, in whose interest
they are acting now,

is a fine man with one sacred cause,
that is the cause of our country.

LONG LIVE THE NATIONAL PARTY!

It is raining, winds are blowing

The eaves of trees are slowly falling...

We, socialists must socialize
he whole of our society today.

Like a torch in the night, we must
show them that we're all brothers.

We must saturate today's parties
with the socialist idea. Why is that?

Because none of them
is fighting for the people.

Neither of them cares about welfare
but about their own benefit.

They own the power

and try to drive the hardworking people
into slavery.

Our people have seen
all kinds of parties

and the endeavours
of many party leaders,

who only constantly increase our burden.

They dare not to speak out
for the nation when they should!

The time will come
when the people turn away from them.

Because the truth is that they are not
representatives, but profit-seekers.

Preceding societies
are a witness to this.

The stars are marching,
the stars with bayonets are marching

to the gates of all the noble mansions.

Dear god, my dear god!

What I had to live to see?

On the trees the poor all hanged
my new bed is the prison bench.

You can mourn for me, my love.

On the trees the poor all hanged
my new bed is the prison bench.

You can mourn for me, my love.

We never knew titles and ranks
nor any crowns of many spikes.

Let the idlers hold some weapons.

Hoes and scythes or brake harrows!

Let their hands be hard
of work too finally,

the hands of those
who take our bread away.

Let their hands be hard
of work too finally,

the hands of those
who take our bread away.

We don't need a gentleman,
András Baksa is our man!

Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!

My memory recalls the past

and my heart fills up with sorrow.

Where have all those decent people gone?

Those who carried the truth in their
hearts and minds: the workers of the land.

Those who never knew
the mean and grim selfishness.

Those who chose a single path to get ahead,

the path of truth and honour.

Aristocracy made them perish.

But we'll stomp on the lords' heads.

Society is only solid on the surface.

It is like the changing
landscape that surrounds us,

like summer follows spring
and winter follows autumn.

This is how the world
of lords will disappear too.

The spring of the poor is coming.

And when it comes, it will never end.

It's not nature that will bring us
the eternal spring,

but we, working class brothers
will create it by our own hands.

Boo! Down with him!

They're jumping around,
acting like fools.

I didn't see that, I was only told so.

One day is just like the other,

To the railway station
I will head forever.

And where the two tracks come together,

I'll ask my love to come back to me.

And where the two tracks come together,

I'll ask my love to come back to me.

Let their hands be hard
of work too finally,

the hands of those
who take our bread away.

Stop!

Keep pumping!

...to cheer up the whole world.

They're jumping around,
acting like fools

I didn't see that, I was only told so.

One day is just like the other,

To the railway station
I will head forever.

And where the two tracks come together,

I'll ask my love to come back to me.

God dam it! You sons of bitches!

Where's my gun?
I'll shoot them all in the balls!

Uncle Zsadányi!

Take him there.

Sit down!

The roof is wet of gentle rain
dripping from the tin made drain.

I'm waiting for my love in vain
my sweetest love's out in the rain.

Summer will come,

I know that now.

My baby will come, I feel that so.

The roof is wet of gentle rain
dripping from the tin made drain.

Summer will come, I know that now.

My baby will come, I feel that so.

I told your father
not to meddle with politics.

They are all filthy peasants.
It will not end well.

They'll kill him one day, you'll see.

Let us leave this place, boys.

Let us go to my father's house in the south.

...If there is no brown-eyed
girl to marry me,

let those inn walls
immediately all fall in.

Oh how tall is, oh how tall is,

oh how tall is this fine inn.

Is there within, is there within,

a brown-eyed girl who'll marry me?

JUSTICE FOR THE PEOPLE

Justice for the people!

Let the workers have a homeland!

Give us work and give us bread!

We never knew titles and ranks
nor any crowns of many spikes.

Let the idlers hold some weapons.

Hoes and scythes or brake harrows!

Let their hands be hard
of work too finally,

the hands of those
who take our bread away.

Boo! Go to hell!

Go to hell!

Down with him!

Bring chairs!

Damn it, Baksa. Why are you playing
György Dózsa in your age?

Your gang have insulted
my mother and father.

I demand satisfaction.

Just like you do it here,
in the countryside.

You swine! You rotten, dirty swine!

Do you raise your guns on us?

You filthy gendarmes, come on now.

Only your mouths are big?
Who are you?

You wretch. What are you wearing
in your neck, huh?

Come on! Come, hit me if you dare!

You god damn gendarme!

You filthy peasant!

God has has betrayed us,

comrades, my friends.

His face is a silver medal

on the coats of the gendarmerie.

We stand here in iron chains.

Our shirt is the great North wind.

Tell our poor mothers

winter will turn into spring.

For a good king, a fine homeland
for a thousand years of freedom

the Hungarian people will rise.

Sons, I shall be brief.

Let us pray now.

Long live the homeland!

The sun is shining
on the Crown Inn of Pápa.

The lords have arrived,
they all came to visit us.

Living the best times of my life,

I paid a visit in the Crown of Pápa.

You don't need to mourn for me.

Need to shed no tears for me.

They wrote my name
in the Big Book with fine letters

at the Corona Inn of Pápa.

You don't need to mourn for me.

Need to shed no tears for me.

They wrote my name
in the Big Book with fine letters

at the Corona Inn of Pápa.

The sun is shining
on the Crown Inn of Pápa.

The lords have arrived,
they all came to visit us.

Living the best times of my life,

I paid a visit in the Crown of Pápa.

You don't need to mourn for me.

Need to shed no tears for me.

They wrote my name
in the Big Book with fine letters...

Why don't you sing with them?

The engine is whistling,
said recruits, it is taking.

My mother is crying
almost stricken with her grieving.

Don't you cry, my mother,
I'll come home to you before long.

Unless I die somewhere
in the great world.

Don't you cry, my mother,
I'll come home to you before long.

Unless I die somewhere
in the great world.

- This enlistment is...
- The Zsadányi boys volunteered.

The sun is shining
on the Crown Inn of Pápa.

The lords have arrived,
they all came to visit us.

Living the best times of my life,

I paid a visit in the Crown of Pápa.

You don't need to mourn for me.

- Need to shed no tears for me.
- Gentlemen..

Ladies...

Cheers!

You don't need to mourn for me.

Need to shed no tears for me.

They wrote my name
in the Big Book with fine letters

at the Corona Inn of Pápa.

Attention!

At ease!

To your health, boys.

Boys!

Which of you were enlisted
with his own horse?

- Is it such a good ride?
- I trained her myself.

On your horses!
Run!

Come here Szeles-Tóth!
Double quick! March!

Left, right, left, right...

Stop!

Parade march! Forward!

Left... right...

Stop!

At ease!

Can you use a gun?

Come on, shoot at me.

Shoot already!

Take the shot, for God's sake!

Szeles-Tóth, you bastard!

You dumb ass idiot, you swine!

You corn-gobbler.

Why don't you shoot, when I say so?

You must carry out my orders!

Come on, shoot!

Shoot now,
you son of a coward bitch!

You must carry out my orders.

A horse!

A gendarme's hat at once!

Let it go!

Shoot!

Hit!

Come here Szeles-Tóth!

I humbly ask, what is it
you want from me, Lieutenant?

You know it very well.

To shoot my horse?

Yes.

I trained her myself.

I taught her everything.

- Does she listen to her name?
- She does.

Her name?

Shaggy.

Mother?

Dust Cloud.

- Father?
- Nádor.

Born...?

Szeles-Tóth...

You fought with bravery.

I'd rather give
this Order of the Iron Crown to you.

But I can't because
it's an officer's decoration.

Boys!

I know that you are all dirt poor.

If you had a speck of land to work on,

you might have fought with
even more courage.

Yes, perhaps that is true.

But even then, you should have known

that your right to this small land,

the right to the Hungarian land,

can only be won by valour and sacrifices.

The word 'Hungarian'
has only had one meaning to me:

'brave'... 'bravery'!

It is the great weapon of our people.

Whoever throws this weapon away,

throws his life away.

When you cowardly fled the fight,

you discarded your right to life.

Whoever throws this right away,
throws his life and homeland away.

A cowardly nation has no homeland!

I'd be the worst homeless bastard
among you,

if I hadn't tried to make you happy

by not letting you feel ashamed
about the ones who died a heroic death.

If the best had to fall,
let the worst fall too.

I'll decimate you now. Do it!

Two, four, six, eight, ten.

Calm down, István. This prophetic
tone doesn't suit you.

You know well that this war is over.
And that it's not us who lost it.

It was the wealth of the whole world
that turned against us who won it.

If you decimate your bravest
and most loyal men now,

you are committing murder.

I'll stay out of this! I protest!

It's one thing to kill in wartime
and another to kill in peacetime.

- We both know this well.
- Then be the tenth, you coward.

Finish them.

Fire!

István!

Ever wondered that it's the commanders
who usually decimate the others?

Don't you fear that the simple soldiers
will decimate their commanders one day?

You say, that the greatest treasure
on earth is the Hungarian race.

But I say that the greatest treasure
on earth is human life.

My friend,

do not judge others
with murder on your soul,

so that you will not be judged by others.

What the hell do you want, Szeles-Tóth?

You are lucky, captain.

The boys didn't carry out the decimation,
so we won't execute you.

The Military Council sent me.

King Charles has capitulated.

István, our uncle is expecting you.

I'm not sure if you know
that Charlie is our Prime Minister now.

That's marvellous.
Congratulations to Charlie.

Unfortunately, I can't tell him
personally right now.

Actually he badly needs your help.

Let me introduce myself.

I'm István Komáry.

I'm István Zsadányi.

- Which branch of the Komáry family?
- The baronial one.

- Who always lick the arses of Vienna.
- István!

Take a seat, Lieutenant!

Excuse me.

Unfortunately, I can't help you this time.

Not possible.

Not until I'll have gathered my squad
of selected men against the Reds.

But not only against the Reds,
I don't like everything that's white.

Those puny counts who fled to Vienna
in times of strife, can't be my allies.

Tell Charlie for me,

that once my team grows to be
a nation-wide army,

I'll visit him.

Ladies,

Thank you for your assistance.

István!

Come here, kiss me before you leave.

My horse!

"Our glory of yore,
what delays you in the gloom of night?

centuries pass by ad you go alone
in the depths beneath them in fading light."

"You are enveloped in thick clouds

and sad oblivion,

their uncrowned forms surround you."

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen,

my friends!

The world war and the revolution

made us draw the consequences.

Even if we manage to chase
the Red hordes away,

it is not our primary aim for the future.

We must steal the Red brigands' thunder...

Land must be given to the peasant's

and national ideals to the people.

You're so naive, István.

I can't find the right expression
to describe you.

Perhaps, I should call you
a white Jacobin.

Only that, you forget about the most
distinctive characteristic of Jacobinism:

the pursuit of order and discipline.

In our situation it means

that we must create the social conditions
held sacred over the centuries,

and only after that can we start thinking.

To give land to any peasant
who not only knows nothing about farming

but cannot even write
his own name properly?

It would mean the end
of our ancient agriculture

and the complete destruction
of the Hungarian State.

I'm not talking about those boors,

but the decent, intelligent
and rational smallholders.

Do you mean old András Baksa?

I firmly object to this provocation!

Me and my brother...

were cleared of the murder charge

by the independent
Hungarian Court of Justice.

And if you don't agree,

I smash your face.

Understand? You... you...

Victory!

The proletarian world is over!

Victory!

Victory!

Hey-ho, our old pains and sorrows.

Hey-ho, we live again and make merry.

Hey-ho, our old pains and sorrows.

Hey-ho, we live again and make merry.

The breaking of the Roman Empire,

and the making of a new world

was the first main task
of the Germans, as Goethe says.

People, who know themselves,
have a reason to...

Here we stand as winners.

We've always known
that we were invincible.

The Reds have no sense.

They want something that
has always existed since the dawn of man.

The eminent people, the aristocrats
have always lived in communism.

And this will be like that
till the end of time.

Strong, victorious and free...

...only aristocrats can be.

We are free.

Completely free.

Our freedom has no limits.

Who are you?

And what is your name?

Don't you recognize me, godfather?

I'll take them to my house.

Right face!

Gun salute!

Aim!

Ready!

Fire!

Shoulder arms!

Salute!

You are quite a lad, Tyukodi, my friend.

Different from others
like Balázs Kucug.

- Why are you here?
- We're His Excellency's escort, sir.

...good wine and blessings.

We will need more coins
for that, my friend.

A poor lad's blood is always cheap.

He would never get
more than three as pay.

And he can't even spend it in the end

for dark sorrow, tormenting pain
are gnawing at his heart.

We have always like corruption,

It was as common as the daily news...

You know Eszter, don't you?

But you don't know that her father
was an old friend of mine.

He was killed.
Your crane feathered men did it.

And they didn't only kill him,
but his wife, Eszter's mother too.

She was such a beautiful woman.

The murderers are in your taskforce.

Lieutenant Arató-Frölich
and Lieutenant Csenger.

Please, take your cloak off, Eszter.

She was also severely tortured.

I have brought her as living proof.

István, you know well that
I like you and respect you.

You are also aware

that I am the Prime Minister,
the second man in the country.

I could have come here
with two regiments.

I did not.

I have always turned to you as a friend

and strived for mutual understanding.

I shall be frank with you, István.

The time of separatist taskforces is over.

The world has taken notice of us.

If we want to fit in the family
of the civilised nations in Europe...

And we do want to fit in.

Then we must not allow
to be called robbers

and murderers at the important
political forums in Paris, London,

and New York.

All the taskforces will be disbanded,
including yours, István.

Demob your troops
and send them home.

The Regent will overlook
their past transgressions,

but from now on, even the smallest action
will be most severely punished.

Sadly, I couldn't clear Arató-Frölich
and Csenger at the cabinet bureau,

thus I have to arrest them.

I hope you understand that a successful
consolidation also has a price.

We ask you to make this sacrifice,

because we already want
to reward you too.

We have great plans for you, István.

I invite you to my government

to be the Minister of Agriculture.

Wait, listen.

No one's more suitable
than you in this country.

You are like your father,
a decent farmer.

In these difficult times,
when the peasantry is restless

and means a danger to
the stability of our economy,

we need someone who thinks like we do.

You're a medium landowner,
you are familiar enough with them,

you can take the wind out of their sails.

I won't accept, Charlie.

You want me as a puppet.

My role is already defined,
I want no strings attached.

I'm free and independent
and I will remain so.

I know but one truth, that of my land.

We both know what
to expect from the other.

I'll stay here in my home,
and will work on my own land.

What about them?

I thought they have left.

They are waiting for you, godfather.

- They came for you.
- Who?

You know them.

Come. I'll take you there.

Sir!

I came to tell you what we want.

We want you to be
Count Héderváry's minister.

We want it so, because we need you.

You know the land.

The revolution is over, no concessions
will be made for anyone now.

You will start the agricultural reform.

You'll do it slowly and cleverly.

You'll do it step by step,
as we tell you.

Go to hell, Szeles-Tóth.

Who do you think you are
and who do you think I am?

You should know that
I take no strings attached.

Go to hell now! All of you!

All right then.

We will teach you to remember.

András Baksa.
Sounds familiar, right?

Sir, you are a murderer.

Take him to the stable now.

Let him think.

Get your hands off me!

I'll go myself.

I came here of my free will, Szeles-Tóth.

I am your prisoner in my own house.

If I were you, I'd beware
of the soldiers, gendarmes.

It might happen that they come here.

I don't care about what you say, sir.

Answer the question we asked you.

Will you or will you not accept the post?

All right.

In this case, we'll sue you for murder.

Is that your horse, sir?

Name?

Do you know that today is
the anniversary of András Baksa's death?

He wasn't present at Baksa's farm.

And we didn't call him here for that.

Can you shoot, Lieutenant?

Shoot the captain's horse.

Give it another try.

These were the two guns. Am I right?

Yes.

Which one did you shoot with?

Every second chamber is loaded.

It is the end of your ordeal.

You have come back
to carry our flag to victory.

You will be Prime Minister.

You must accept.

You will be Prime Minister.

No.

No you're not going to
pull me on a string.

István!

I know you are expecting me

to pronounce you insane.

You know, I'm a doctor. A psychiatrist.

Well, my friend,

you are not deranged.

I'll explain how it is.

It is important for you to listen carefully

and understand everything I say.

There are two kinds of insanity.

One of them can hardly be cured
with our present medical knowledge.

People with brain damage,

inborn or contracted in an accident,

can seldom be cured.

Maybe in the future.

But these patients make only
a small part of the mentally ill.

Those whom society calls mad
suffer from insanity of a different kind.

In my opinion they aren't even ill.

They are called mad

because they cannot find
their place in a given society

and cannot integrate
the norms of that society.

In this social order you are
a leading personality,

a Member of Parliament, a friend
of the Regent and the Prime Minister.

It was you who invented
the symbolic "white horse".

But, my friend, you are also a deviant.

The visions in your dreams prove this.

You lived through your social problems
in your consciousness.

You are looking for new values
and for a new justice in society.

You want to distribute the large estates
among the peasants and so on.

You want a place for this small
Hungarian nation under the sun.

You will never be paranoid.

You will change and make a change.

But where does this sensitivity
of yours come from?

Is it a question of character?
Possibly.

Or maybe it is because of the war,

in which you fought on the side
of the peasants, the poor.

Or shall I go further back?

András Baksa?

You think that what you did
can never be redeemed.

You're wrong.

As long as you live,

you can rectify anything.

'Rectify'

A beautiful word, isn't it?

And what is your name?

Don't you recognize me, godfather?

Let me speak to him first, will you?

Run.

What do you want here?

Go away now.

We stand here in iron chains.

Our shirt is the great North wind.

Tell our poor mothers

winter will turn into spring.

You...

We were brought up for a caring life.

We are the red-hot exclamation mark.

Thousand years of pride and torpor

Can weigh down on this folk no more,

We bravely call out to the sky.

We shall be tomorrow's free people.

Thousand years of pride and torpor

Can weigh down on this folk no more,

We bravely call out to the sky.

We shall be tomorrow's free people.

We were brought up for a caring life.

We are the red-hot exclamation mark.

Thousand years of pride and torpor

Can weigh down on this folk no more,

We bravely call out to the sky.

We shall be tomorrow's free people.

Thousand years of pride and torpor

Can weigh down on this folk no more,

We bravely call out to the sky.

We shall be tomorrow's free people.