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In Hungary during 2008 and 2009,

a group of offenders committed
acts of violence against Romanies.

16 homes were attacked
with Molotov cocktails,

and 63 shots were fired
with shotguns and rifles.

55 people were victims of these crimes,
5 were severely injured, 6 killed.

Suspects are currently the subject
of criminal proceedings.

Though it draws on these criminal acts,
this film is not a documentary

based on publicly released information
about actual events.

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In the middle of the black night

They killed your father

They hid his grave

His heart is buried under rocks...

Go, boy, go...

They hid his grave

His heart is buried under rocks

Go, boy, go

JUST THE WIND

Papa.

I'll be back tonight.

Rio, no running off, you hear?

Get him to school, okay?

I'm off. See you later.

Rio, get up.

Rio, get up!

Buzz off, scumbag.

You're going to get kicked out,
dumbass.

Rio, give me back my cell.

I don't have it.

Mama's going to kill you.

Hi.

You seen any hunters around here?

No.

Any strangers?

I saw someone this morning.

In a jeep?

No, on a bike.

Anyone familiar?

I don't know.
It was far off.

You seen any strange cars at night?

No. I was asleep.

But every night
I hear a squealing noise.

- That's just Mishu.
- What Mishu?

The Lakatos family's pig.
You know, the one that ran away.

I've got to go.

Hold on.

- Do you have a cell phone?
- Sure.

Do we know her number?

Yeah.

- Keep it switched on.
- Okay, bye.

- Hello.
- Hello, dear.

A bridge... a bridge.

A tower... a tower.

A corner... a corner.

A road... a road.

Traffic... traffic.

Good morning.

Hello, Sir.

I didn't see you come in.

You may keep charging it.

No, thanks.
It's charged now.

You know a monitor
was stolen on Tuesday?

Really?

Really.

Someone stole a monitor

and eight mouse pads
in broad daylight.

Really?

Really.

Fix your shirt.

You may sit.

Okay, pay attention, people!

Today we clean this area first.

I need two to work the sides

and another two down the middle.

When you're finished,

then carry on
with that sloping area.

Birdy, come here a minute, please!

- What is it?
- I have something for you.

What do you have?

Oh, thanks.
That's real nice of you.

- Take care.
- Thank you.

Go on back to work now.

As the brain expanded,
new traits developed.

Some of the most important of these
were curiosity

and the pursuit of knowledge.

These are characteristics
of the human race.

Of course curiosity

and the desire to discover

can be found in nature

in other species as well.

This is most obvious in other primates.

Of course, this cannot be detected

in animals held in zoos
or otherwise in captivity.

Norbert!
What do you think you're doing?

I'll teach you to pull on things!

Whether this is a cause

or an effect
of the brain's increased size

is unknown.

Now open your textbooks at page 49,

and look at figure 7c.

Petey, I said textbook,

not workbook!

- Bye, Birdy. See you tomorrow.
- Bye.

The bus was late.

No I'm not drunk.
Why do you have to use that tone?

I'm being nice
and you're acting ratty.

I told you I was coming in.

Yes.

I'm coming. Bye.

Dirtbag.

How are you doing, Birdy?

Shit, you scared me.

I thought we said 1 p.m.

You heard me.
The bus was late.

Okay, relax already.

I just got here, too.

The cops asked us
about the Lakatos family.

They think we did it.

Well? Did you?

We're businessmen.

So what about your debts?

What about them?

We're leaving for Canada.

Do whatever you want with the house.

- What if you come back?
- Here?

Come back here?
I'd rather die!

Others have come back, Birdy.

Don't confuse me with others.

You've two months
to pay back the 400,000.

If not...

have all your shit out of here
by August 14, okay?

- Understand?
- What?

Playing the mafioso?

I told you you'll get the house.

You'll be sorry, Birdy.

- Are the kids okay?
- Fantastic.

What's up? Look, it's Viola!

- What do you want?
- Here's the stupid slut!

- Leave me alone!
- Grab her!

- What are you doing? Asshole!
- Grab her ass! Grab it!

Get out of here!

We'll be done soon.

- It'll be over faster if you don't fight.
- Get off!

I told you I'd fuck you.

Good afternoon.

Hey.

Show me.

Fucking great.

Take the colors out.

From the eyes, too?

Because I think a black angel
with red eyes would look pretty nice.

That'd be cool.

I want a black tattoo.

Why don't you put it here?

No. It'll be on my back.

And it has to look like me...

Like my mirror image.

Okay.

Will you have it by Friday?

Sure. It might be done
by tomorrow morning.

See you soon then. Bye.

Bye.

Fucking hell. This is harsh.

- Yeah. The guy was lying over here.
- Not in there?

The woman was in there
with the two kids.

Nice.

Did you hear the pig?

They had a pig. A piglet.

It was running around in the smoke,
squealing like an animal.

It attacked one of the firemen,
so he kicked it good and it ran off.

They say it's still hanging around,

crawling into yards at night,

whimpering like a baby.

The Gypsies are terrified of it.

- That's really sick.
- Yeah.

The hunters are on its trail.

It's inconceivable:

Snuffing out four families.

Kids, women, the lot.

- They really planned it out.
- Five.

This is the fifth family.

Again, they didn't use cell phones
or drive on the highway.

They used pro hunting rifles
and no one saw a thing.

They only fucked up the crucial bit.

They shot them one by one,
like the other families.

That's the point, right?

But the people they shot
weren't parasites.

Their kids went to school.

They had a bathroom.
They were hardworking Gypsies.

No point in shooting them.

That just confuses the message.

- What are you talking about?
- The message.

No point in shooting decent Gypsies.

No one will get the point...

They'll think
they were shot 'cause they're Gypsies.

- Makes it look like a hate crime.
- It kind of does, yes.

Not kind of. It looks exactly like that.
That's my point.

That's how they fucked up
the whole logic.

It could have been done better.

I know exactly
which family they should have hit.

Stealing whatever they can.

Last year they beat
Old Mrs. Újvári to a pulp,

then stomped on her dentures.

And you know what they took?

- What?
- A carton of eggs and 6,000 forints.

And you know how old she was? 82.

They even fucked her, poor thing,

but she was too ashamed to admit it.

You get what I mean?

You don't know these people.
But I know them all.

I could've shown them the house.

One street down from here.

But no one asked me.

They wanted to send a message,

but they fucked up,
and now no one knows what they want.

Lucky you're here.

Next time you can tell them
which family to execute.

Bullets are too expensive
to just shoot Gypsy kids at random.

Do I get your point now?

You just can't talk seriously, man.

By the way, Gypsy kids
have an unfortunate quality:

They grow up.

Then it's too fucking late.

It's as simple as that.

Finally someone did something.

I'm the law here.

If this were your district in Budapest,
you'd be the law.

Well, yeah.

I could use a coffee.

It's fucking hot in here.

It's summer.
What do you expect?

- Hi.
- Hi.

How are you, kid?

Fine, thanks. And you?

Are you pregnant?

The Lakatos family were killed.

They blew them to pieces with a shotgun.

The kids, too.

Papa, you should come home.

You're all coming to Toronto.

It'll only be a few months.

Don't worry, okay?

Keep together at night, all right child?

- Okay, Papa.
- It's just a matter of...

locking the door and windows,
that's all.

Stick together and it'll all be fine.

- Okay.
- Bye. -Bye, Dad.

GYPSY MURDER

57 PELLETS REMOVED...

ANOTHER GYPSY FAMILY ATTACKED...

Well, here I am. Hi.

You're an hour late.

- Sorry.
- No problem.

You know
that everyone is replaceable.

I know.
Everyone except you.

What are you doing here?
Hey there!

- I was late, but I'm here now.
- Get the hell out of here.

- You get the hell out.
- You'll get fired anyway.

I don't care about you
or your bossy boyfriend.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Hello ma'am.
- Hi.

- Hi, Zita.
- Hi.

Did you go to school today?

Your Mama?

In the house.

I'll be right back.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Hello, Miss Rosie.

Miss Rosie?

Where did you put my teeth?

Where did you put my teeth?

...My teeth!

Stop or I'll beat the shit out of you!

Where did you put my teeth?

Miss Rosie,

I picked up your prescription.

Can Zita come to the lake with me?

She can.

Cunt...

Give me those tablets.

Bye, Miss Rosie.

In this joyful time,
the important questions are:

How do I feed my baby,
how do I hold it?

It's a lifelong commitment...

You're going to die.

I won.

Sonofabitch!

Good!

This little prick...

Grandpa!

Lower your head. That's it.

Squat down, then.

Keep a little way off.

Don't climb on me.

Move forward a bit.

What the fuck are you doing?

Are you crazy? Put that shit down.

How did you find me?

I've been watching you.

- Where did you get this stuff?
- All over.

Sit down.

You'd make
a great neighborhood watchman.

- A watchman?
- Yeah. They're real nice,

We get free cigarettes.

We get to hang out together
all the time.

You want coffee?

- You got some?
- Just the licking kind.

That's fine.

- And what do you have to do?
- Nothing, just keep a lookout.

For killers, of course.
That's what a watchman does.

We mostly watch out for cars.

Or in case someone's wandering around
on their own.

- Like me?
- Uh-huh.

One of us might be in on it.

A Gypsy?

- No way.
- That's what they say.

We're getting walkie-talkies and guns.

We'll get backup
now the Lakatos family got killed.

It'll be fucking great.

The guns will be here next week.

I don't need a gun.
I'm going to my Dad's in Canada.

Yeah?

- When?
- Soon.

- Weren't you going last year?
- This time it's for real.

Soon as we've got the money,
we're out of here.

- Then what's this for?
- In case something happens first.

It's set up for your sister, too.

- No one else knows.
- About what?

- The bunker.
- Chill out, I won't tell anyone.

What's up?

We'll put this on you.

Like a princess.

See how pretty you are?

- I didn't see you at school.
- I didn't see you, either.

I'm going to tell Mama.

Just you try.

See you.

Smells like death in here.
Can you smell it?

What?

Go smell yourself!

There.
Doesn't smell anymore.

Hey, it's Birdy! What's up?
I knew you'd be back!

- Get lost.
- Let me buy you a drink like old times.

- Fuck off.
- What's wrong?

- Suck my dick like always...
- Don't touch me.

What the fuck are you looking at?

- Come on, let me buy you a drink.
- Not my hat!

Leave my hat alone!

Don't like his face 'cause he's a Gypsy?

Want a fight because he's a Gypsy?

I'll fucking cut you, shithead!

Stop it!
Both of you! Fuck off!

Come home from work to this!

Do we stink or what?

Just 'cause we're Gypsies?

We'll find you, motherfucker!

We know where you live!

Papa, what are you doing here?

Let me help you get up.

How did you get out?
You have to stay in bed.

Come on, I'll help you get up.

Come on...

Grandpa, where are you going?

Mama!

Where are you going, Papa?

It's dark outside.

Come on, lie down, don't go away.

Get yourself some sleep.

Mama.
I want to show you something tomorrow.

What?

A secret place.

Go to school, not to secret places.

Come to bed now, it's late.

Ciao, Grandpa.

Mama, where are these clothes from?

- From Suzy.
- Who's Suzy?

My crew supervisor.

- What do you think?
- Fine. I like it.

Not too short?

No.

Go to bed. You hear me?

What did you do with that coffee?

What coffee?

The Nescafé you stole from the kitchen.

What?

Oh, dear,
you're not even a good liar, son.

Bring that coffee back tomorrow.

It's just the wind.
Go to sleep.

Rio, what's going on?

They're here!
They're here! Come on!