"Even if you lead me, this land is unknown."
"The devil is probably leading, going round and round in circles"
Pushkin
AUTUMN ALMANAC
WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY
EDITOR AND CO-AUTHOR
CAST
it lasts a long, long time... sticking to a lie
because it gives you a hold.
The unadmitted truth is that you can't face up to the fact
that it's all over.
I always lied to myself that it wasn't all over.
That's there's something still to come. Not now, but soon, later.
Interestingly enough, when I saw that there was no continuation,
I got cold feet and said, "it can't be like this",
or something like that.
I said, "I think it's instinct or something".
It won't work out. I'll start to build from within, as if...
it's frightening how much the body can take and so...
Bodies recognise each other, souls have gone. It's over.
How much has happened when it has to end.
Yet it still works. Still works.
Well, it needs. Routine things come back to...
How long you can...
But what can you do but dream?
- That. - No?
And in your imagination, in the end, what will happen...
What will happen... The doorbell rings!
So what happens, if I open the door?
I realised, I can't handle it because there must be a distance.
That's how I handle it.
That might be too much.
I've dreamt, so many times
about one more encounter.
What would it be like after 14 years?
But then, I can't bear to see her hair,
that had once been black, be grey.
I don't want to see realities. Then, no future.
Is there really no one you think can do it?
Can't anyone manage it?
No.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
I always thought that I was the only one that this happened to.
I've always lived in someone else's flat.
I've never had any connection to things or furniture.
It's always been someone else's and, therefore, easy to leave behind.
But I've got used to that, I wouldn't know
what it's like to own something.
I don't even know if I'd love you, then.
Now I think I do love you.
It's also possible that I don't. So that's what I think of you.
You know...
Even if you weren't going back to the room,
it's still good to have.
But if you ask a friend,
or you have to meet some place, would you come with me?
Would you still be here with me?
If I don't see you for two days, would you come on the third?
Now I have this obsession
with giving it a try, to see what it's like,
having a solid... you know, a base.
Something that's mine, that no one can turf me out of.
Where they can't turf me out because it's all mine.
Maybe I'd be a different person.
Perhaps I'd brush my hair just for myself.
Perhaps I'd feel good.
Perhaps it'd be good to get up in the morning.
Perhaps it wouldn't annoy me when the alarm goes off at six in the morning,
because I'd be making coffee in my own kitchen.
And perhaps I'd be glad to see you come home at six in the evening.
Or perhaps not, and I'd say, "Now, why did you come here?"
"Today I'm waiting for..."
"...somebody."
So, the way you talk, and I'm not teasing
is all the same. Everything you say
tells me that I don't need a flat, don't need anything else.
Somehow, in spite of the will.
- You don't need anything? - No, nothing.
- So what do you need? - Nothing.
Not even me?
I need you.
I am your mother,
who has worked long and hard to give you the opportunity to...
And who's spent her life whoring about.
- Doing what? - You heard me
Doing what? I can't be hearing right.
- Just shut up and get out. - I won't.
We've been thieving...
- Don't you touch me! - Hit me and I'll kill you!
- Me? - You!
- That I'd like to see! - You will.
You will.
- I've had enough of your hysteria. - Hysteria? I'm saying...
Hysteria!
To tell some swine of a man that he's not living off me!
And if I have to ask you, my son, for money,
because I'm getting old and am unable to earn anymore.
You have enough.
What are you going to do with it?
What are you going to spend it on? Booze, sluts, good-for-nothing friends.
That's what you think.
Listen, I don't give a shit that there's not enough.
- Take your hands off me! - Listen to what I'm saying.
I've more right to this flat than you have.
Besides, you'll soon be six feet under and then it'll be mine.
You can do what you like then, but for now, what I say goes.
- He's moving in. - He is not moving in.
- It's just for a week. - No, not for a week. Not even for a day.
- I don't want to discuss it. - Neither do I, I'm sorry.
You won't get your way here.
If you'd ever done anything, then you'd have the right...
Show me one thing in here that you bought.
That you've given to me. In all of your 30 years. One thing.
What have you given me? Rubbish and filth. And shame.
- And what have you done? - I won't be wasting away, that's for sure.
I still have feelings, ambitions, and ideas, if you must know.
- What ambitions? - I'm still working!
- To maintain this place! - You're a dried-up old hag!
Say what you like. I won't let you get to me.
I won't rot away the way you want me to.
How long do you want to stay?
For as long as I live, love.
- It can't come fast enough. - What, my death?
- Yes. - Thanks.
- So, you want your mother dead... - Don't try that again!
I've had enough of you. I'm going to kill you.
You lay another finger on me and I'll kill you.
Have you got that?
Agreed. All right?
You'd kill me?
Kill me!
- Is this good for you? - No.
Well, then?
And you let her?
- Always complaining. - Sorry?
Always complaining.
Who? Your mother?
It's true. She does always complain.
She has money, though. You know that.
I know.
She could easily have given you some.
You don't know her.
I know her a bit better than you.
Forgive me for saying this,
but as long as she's alive, you won't leave here.
And you won't be able to start a new life.
You're so easily taken in.
All she has to do is turn on the tears and you fall for it.
Don't take her seriously.
Not when she starts to blub.
She's never happier than when you're desperate
and begging her forgiveness, on bended knee.
When you confess to her and feel guilty for being a bad boy.
She does that to all of us.
All the same, you're her son.
Aren't you a good little nurse!
- I'm not a nurse now. - I know that.
I'm sorry you don't believe me.
- Look, I've never hurt you, have I? - What makes you say that?
Because I feel sorry for you.
Because I thought that...
it's all the same to me.
But you could start afresh and now is the right time.
At his age, a man
ought to be looking out for his mother,
not coming here begging for money.
And then there's the way he talks to me.
Even a stranger would find it hard to take.
It's just not good enough
that you're ill for days, after his visits.
When the two of us are together,
everything is nice and calm.
And that's what you need.
It's not right, the way he treats you.
And you should be glad you were able to say no.
It's for his own good. It's better this way.
He'll realise that, if he ever comes to his senses.
Have you seen what this maggot has done to you?
I worry about you. I'm afraid that it will be the death of you.
Now he's smuggled this teacher in here
and you don't even know who he is. Ridiculous, isn't it?
Can you hold it?
It'll be better soon.
They grow and grow, and before you know it, they're 30,
and yet they still behave like little children,
as if they had no responsibility to anyone.
It's true, too.
It was hard for us, getting through the fights,
surviving, making a life for ourselves,
making progress.
Getting letters from abroad,
losing touch, ending up alone.
But
where you can turn to for help?
It's a battle.
And you must fight, alone, to the bitter end.
I can't shout, "What have you done to me?"
And look
at the outcome!
And
that's why you get so tired.
Because that's
the narrow path.
And you say that'll only lead to ruin.
But it'll be shorter.
And will it always be harder?
How can that be?
We are a generation that cannot relax.
But why?
Why do they think that they can keep burdening us like that?
The reliable generation.
We can stand up straight!
There's no answer, is there?
Well, all I can say to that is
if you're able to speak so clearly and openly about your problems,
about what you feel and think,
then you, yourself, are really very strong!
A weak person couldn't say the things you've said.
Look, I know I'm strong.
But you see, it doesn't always work. In some cases...
I don't mind that it all came out.
Sometimes, you need to cry.
They say it's good for you. Steadies the nerves.
I once read, somewhere,
that life would be that much easier if we just had a little weep every day.
You should talk to him, for your own sake.
That guy's up to something.
Crazy or not, no matter how old she is, Hédi is still...
...a woman!
So, should I ask him what he's playing at, or what?
No. Have a talk with Hédi and then with Tibor too.
I could be wrong.
Everyone lies to me here.
I've been here too long.
Trust me, they have a lot to say about me.
And after all
you are...
A man.
Exactly.
Yes.
Anyone who listens to Hédi for three-quarters of an hour
has good reason to lose it.
- Aren't you listening to me? - I said I'd talk to him, really.
- To who? - That's my opinion.
- To who? - To that guy.
Tibor. That's his name.
- You don't even know his name. - I do. Tibor.
- Don't you care who's here? - Be serious!
Hang out with him, here in the flat, too.
Don't just stay in one room. Make it your home.
Try to be present, and get to know the people you're living with.
So much depends on them!
All right!
Close your eye. You've got something in it.
But...
I got it and I'm very grateful, but when you gave it...
But...
When I asked for it, I was certain
that I'd be able to give it back in a short space of time.
Unfortunately, however, I'm not now able to do that.
So, you shouldn't make accusations. I'm not that type.
I'm going to give you your money back, believe me.
I'll do everything I can to give it back.
What can I say? I'll put my all into it.
I can't give you any guarantee because...
Well, it just so happens that...
What came up was that my life could turn out to be very different.
So believe me, I will give it back.
For God's sake, I don't know what to say.
I don't have the money to pay you back, right now, but I will.
You see, when I asked for a loan, I really did believe
that my situation would soon be very different.
I believed, I believed... Don't be upset.
So when I asked for a loan, I thought I'd be able to cover it.
In theory, I couldn't.
In practice, I felt I could.
I'll give it back, believe me I don't know what...
What to do.
Don't do that! Please, don't do that!
You'll put me in an awkward position. Don't!
I'll give the money back.
Trust me. Just give me a deadline.
I just thought that with you not having been here that long...
Well, I don't know.
If you've got problems,
I think the best thing to do is talk them over with me.
She trusts me, when it comes to things like that.
Push it out!
That's it. There's a bit over there.
Thanks.
Perhaps, if...
if it happens that...
...I need anything, then I'll ask you.
You can talk to her.
She's nice, Hédi.
We'll see. I may not need it but anyway...
Yes, of course.
You've come a long way...
...and I never thought that I could still find someone.
I swear!
So many strange things are happening to me, right now.
First, you know, for a long time
it was the two of us living here, my son and I.
Then it just so happened that we had to take Anna in.
She helps me. I have to have these shots.
Then there was her lover.
And I was so pleased
because
it's horrible sitting here, at night, waiting for my son to come home.
I was alone.
I began to feel afraid in the house.
I was glad to have company.
All I had to do was go out and there they were.
It really put me at ease.
I don't know how to say this, but for a while now
I've not been able to read them.
It's as though there's nothing behind the eyes.
And then, all of a sudden... Maybe it's my imagination, I don't know.
I began to feel as if they were looking at me differently.
As though their every word was a lie.
I don't know how to put it.
Somehow, things are no longer the same.
It's strange.
It's not so much that they're cold. Just false.
I don't know whether I'm just being hypersensitive
or whether it's just my imagination,
because I always complicate things. Maybe it's because I'm...
I'm afraid.
I'm really afraid these days.
I don't know if you know Anna or talked more with her.
But why have I suddenly become afraid of them?
I don't dare say it out loud,
but I'm starting to be afraid of my own son.
He's so stubborn, so strong-willed.
He looks at me as though I'm a complete stranger, an enemy.
Well, this is madness.
- You don't think your own son... - I don't. No, no.
...who's really nice, anyway...
I can't imagine how, all of a sudden,
it all comes out. I don't mean it. Or do I?
How can a thought like that even cross my mind?
What is it that I'm afraid of?
- No, no, no. - Of course not.
He's a really nice guy. It's just that he has his...
- Well, I didn't mean that, just... - I know.
You mustn't think such things.
Let's drink some champagne and then afterwards...
- it's a birthday, isn't it? - A celebration. And now I'm crying.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Excuse me.
Now why did he rush off?
János, why did you run off?
Go to bed.
I don't want to. Can't you see that, you fool?
- Come and sit beside me. - I won't sit down.
- Come on over here. Sit here. - No, no, no. Go to bed.
Get up and go to bed.
Come and sit beside me, silly.
Don't do that.
Off to bed with you.
Come here, you idiot!
You know your mother.
She's a wonderful lady.
If only once I could get her to stroke me the way she stroked you...
Go to bed!
- Why should I? - Because I'm fed up with you.
Look, what do you want? Leave me alone!
Believe me,
if she would only once touch me the way she touches you,
the way she strokes your head,
- then I'd be a happy man. - Off to bed with you.
I won't go. Leave me alone.
Believe me,
I'm an old man.
Go to bed.
Get up and go to bed, OK?
I love your mother!
Off to bed!
Are you crazy?
Come here, for God's sake!
Off to bed with you.
I have something to tell you.
I've loved few people, in my life.
People I've understood.
Your mother is one of them and I understand why I've loved her.
And you.
Now off you go. That's it, you're going to bed.
I don't want to, you pig.
Go to bed!
There's your hat.
Go away, you brute. You beast, you!
Off to bed with you.
I've had enough of you.
You stay here.
You stupid idiot.
You're crazy.
Are you going to bed?
No!
Can I have one?
Up until now, I've always lived my life...
...in a somewhat humiliating fashion.
I'm inhibited. Very inhibited.
And I felt that...
I don't know, I don't know.
Everything I've done so far...
I've always been ashamed of everything.
I felt that...
How shall I put it?
People have expected more of me than I've been capable of.
And I don't know if I'm up to it.
It's a terrible conflict...
...because I feel that...
...I'm not capable.
Yet I know what is expected of me.
Giving something.
And I'm afraid of not being able to give.
I'd like to produce something.
In school the kids sit there...
...and I'm...
...embarrassed because I don't know what to do.
I'm already old, to another generation,
but I have to give them some kind of belief,
that they somehow... That they can go on.
That they should believe what I say.
That they should believe it's all worth doing.
That...
...they must live.
You have to have a reason to go on.
I don't know why you have to go on,
because you don't have to go on, because...
We keep moving, one step at a time...
...towards catastrophe. Towards catastrophe.
Everything must end. But you have to live.
You have to love something, but I don't know what,
because I don't love anything.
But you have to go in some direction.
And I suppose it'd be good if...
...I found someone...
...that I could live happily with.
"Happily". What a stupid fucking word.
I need someone
who'd accept all my nonsense, all my idiosyncrasies,
who...
Who'd be able to live with me
and accept my drinking and being brought home drunk.
Who'd put me to bed.
Who'd put up with that? It'd have to be a man, I think.
No doubt no such person exists.
I am...
...in fact...
...an unfortunate man.
Maybe that's not true.
Maybe it's not true that I'm unfortunate.
But...
...one thing...
...that I am clinging to...
...is the one thing that I've found.
I have a dream and an idea.
Why can't I make it happen?
Why?
I went to bed with the teacher.
Never, in my whole life, has it been so good with anyone.
What do you say to that?
That's news to me...
...but I'm glad.
Good.
- I thought you'd be angry. - Did you? Why? Why?
Well, he lives here.
- But why should I be angry? - Order in the house.
You brought one boyfriend here.
Now the other one's here. Cosy, isn't it?
Well, more than comfortable.
- Very well, then. - You don't mind?
- About what? - The situation.
- That's your business, isn't it? - That's fine, then.
So, did it go well?
Yes. I didn't give it any thought.
Really, none at all. It never entered my mind.
He's been hanging around.
This is when something can be done.
- What do you have in mind? - I don't know.
Killing someone, perhaps?
The teacher bites.
Really bites.
He has huge teeth, you know,
beautiful hairy hands and big flat fingers.
Have a look at them next time you see him.
But don't laugh.
Disgusting, disgusting. Like an animal.
I'd never have believed I could have enjoyed it.
But I did.
You know what I'm like. I always like it
when someone's nice to me, strokes me or shows me affection.
At least I thought it was good for me.
Like an animal.
But the thought that this could be good...
Were we too noisy, I wonder?
I hope we didn't wake you up.
That's good.
Very interesting.
I feel great.
Better than I've ever felt before.
Yet...
...he's quite horrendous.
The teacher, I mean.
And now...
Well, yes.
Yes, what?
Things are beginning to take shape at my place.
Don't worry, it won't be like this.
I won't turn the house into a brothel.
After all, I didn't want any of this. It's not my fault.
It just turned out this way. This is how it was.
That dress really suits you.
You've got lovely hair.
A life lived on instinct.
Actually,
if I'm to go into this, there are to be no sinners.
No victims. We follow our instincts.
It's nobody's fault, is it? That's just human nature.
Why is anyone ever held to account for anything?
These laws...
...are either imprinted on us or they're not.
Who is the sinner? Does sin even exist?
We have situations, we have nerves,
we have desires, we have bodies.
Isn't that so?
Did Anna go to bed with him?
I think so. But is it that interesting?
Situations can be tempting.
I don't think it has to be taken seriously.
They say we should be expansive, open-handed.
How many times do you want to shout "Why?"?
No sense.
In German, es war nicht so gemeint.
"Not meant to be".
It won't go one step further.
So what does Anna actually want?
Just to flirt a bit, I think.
Female instinct.
It's not meant to be taken that seriously.
So she wants to drag you out of the depths,
out of indifference, to have something new...
...something refreshing.
And so it will be!
- Now you've gone all sad. - No.
I've never seen you like this.
It worries me a bit. Have I been indiscreet?
Or said something that was news to you?
Now you've made me feel embarrassed.
Perhaps it confused me a bit,
my comfortable indifference...
...that's been established here.
But perhaps it didn't.
Well, it didn't.
So, I'm on the point of telling you...
...your relationship with Hédi will only...
it will only work...
...if, somehow, you can have some influence on Anna.
No, really. Honestly. Not kidding.
No.
I'm not having you on. Things between us have got stale.
That's putting it mildly.
Still, you're young.
That is...
...if you can be nice to her and...
...provided that doesn't cause you any problems,
I'm sure your relationship with Hédi can be sorted out.
That everything can be clearer,
if Anna's power,
which I find immoral,
can, somehow, be brought to bear on it.
So, I really don't know.
I don't know.
You understand, don't you?
I'd like to tell you again, very clearly,
that the sexual relationship you've developed with Anna...
Well, I warned you, from the start, that I wouldn't tolerate
that kind of thing in the house.
You may have money problems
and there I can say I'm ready to help,
but one thing you must do, if you want to stay here,
is make up your mind.
I can't have you dilly-dallying.
In this house, what I say goes.
I want you to be fully aware of that.
- Hédi, dear. - Yes.
A moment, please.
You're right, and the reason for it all is...
Well, I've been drinking a bit more than I should.
I promised that I'd get help. And all I ask of you
- is that you be a bit patient. - All right.
And do a little thinking.
Why does it have to be this way?
Why?
I wish that I also had
a son with a future.
So that I could relax.
Start doing something. Start...
it'll go well, once you start. All you have to do is start.
I'm so tired now, son.
You've got nothing to say.
You're not listening. All I ever hear from you is
"Give me money"!
That's not much.
Not much at all.
What do I do? Tell me, what can I do?
I speak. I speak like a deaf person.
- You're not listening. - Get out!
I can talk to you all I like.
All right.
I'm sorry, that's not how I wanted it.
I'd only like you to talk to her.
Tell her
I need the money.
Tell her to give me some.
Have you asked her?
Yes I have. And more than once. But she wouldn't give me any.
That's why I'm asking you, see?
Tell her
it's really important.
She didn't give you any?
No.
I'm sorry.
I don't want to lecture you, but...
I'm not surprised she didn't.
There's a normal way of living together,
and you're just not up to it.
Try to change somehow, try to live normally.
Cleverly. Thoughtfully. Care about people,
listen to their problems, and then things will be fine.
Take my advice and treat your mother differently.
Show her some understanding.
Treat her like a mother and show her some love.
Your mother is an exceptionally nice woman.
I don't see how she can be nice to everyone else but not to her son.
Examine your own faults.
Stop whining about how she won't give you money.
Why should she? Just for you to go to the pub and drink it all away.
If you needed it for something to do with yourself,
then she'd give it to you.
I'm sorry but that's all I have to say.
Try and live a normal life, like an honest man.
- ...You can talk, you swine. - You idiot, what do you want?
- You can talk... - What's wrong? Are you mad?
- You can talk! You little shit! - You must be mad.
Don't start again. You're mad, you are!
- Let go of me, you pig! - You dirty sod.
Who are you calling a sod, you idiot?
I'm trying to make a real man out of you!
Give me the jewellery!
- What jewellery? - Give me the jewellery!
- What jewellery, you idiot? - I saw you take it.
I didn't take any jewellery, I'm not a thief.
Give me the jewellery!
- I don't have any jewellery! - But I saw you!
But I don't have any jewellery.
I'll beat the living daylights out of you!
Look, I'm no thief and I haven't taken anything!
Where is it?
- I didn't steal it. - Where is it?
- I needed money. - Where is it?
I told you I needed money, I pawned it.
I'll redeem it. It'll go back to your mother.
Where's the ticket?
All you're good for is fighting and using your fists.
This is why she won't give you the money. You're too much.
Where's the ticket?
- I don't have it. - Where's the ticket?
I wanted to redeem it. Are you too thick to understand?
Just... let me look at it? Where is it?
Here, now look at it.
I didn't steal it. I pawned it. I'll redeem it.
What I meant to ask you, last time, was...
how have you been surviving up until now.
How did you get lucky?
How did you succeed?
Up until now, I've always seen this as a transition.
And then there's life.
But you can't always show it.
But you can always wait.
And then it really goes on.
Then...
it's not so important.
It just goes on, after a while.
Sometimes
a couple of pills will do the trick.
I thought you had a special trick.
A trick?
Now, I never thought of that.
Perhaps I have.
You're not afraid of me, are you?
Of you?
Give me your hand.
I'm not afraid of you.
When I listen to the cleanness of those notes,
I feel as though I could beat someone's to a pulp, just like that.
I feel it mostly then...
That's being stupid.
But I can't always bear it.
Just give him a good going-over, if you want to fight someone.
I have enough. Fighting...
bores me.
But I thought that with this...
other field, with the notes...
My eyes get dazzled, so I can't...
Perhaps I can only trust my ears.
There's this opera called L'Orfeo.
It starts with Eurydice's death.
Then Orpheus shouts out three times.
Speaking.
Because he can't sing then. Because it hurts him too much.
You're in the opposite situation.
Do you think that way?
- Putting an end to it all. - It ended a long time ago.
If I were to grab you by the throat, do you think
that it would also affect me?
Does it hurt you that much?
Don't you see my face?
Doesn't it tell you anything?
No?
I know it does!
Disgusting worm!
Well, it'd be a great help...
...if you'd leave now...
if you leave the room...
I'm not going.
I don't want to.
- Get out! - I won't!
Get out.
Don't send me out.
- Get out. - I won't.
I love you. I said that because I love you.
- Fuck off. - I won't get out.
Easy...
We're getting out.
I'll take you away from here.
With what?
What's that?
I'll sell it.
I don't believe it.
- I don't believe it! - What don't you believe?
I don't believe it!
I can't sleep.
Haven't done for a couple of days now.
Can you?
I don't know how to put this,
so that you don't misunderstand me,
but...
I saw Anna
in János's room...
But, anyway, that's beside the point.
Anyway...
he was showing her a piece of paper...
...and...
...it was a pawn ticket...
...which...
...Tibor...
He stole a bracelet from you.
Hédi...
Who are we living with?
What kind of people...?
Are we even alive?
Do you get it?
I don't.
I don't understand it.
No.
Where is any of this leading to?
The first time you set foot on the school premises,
let the gentleness of Jesus cover your face.
Call the children unto you
and stroke their heads.
If you see one in rags,
with sorrow written on their face,
feel compassion for those who start to suffer from such a young age.
Clasp them to you and kiss them.
Are you not at all interested?
Me? No. Not in the least.
I've not been thinking about that. I've been thinking how
János is a really nice guy and nobody's fool.
You think that only an idiot would want to marry me?
- At the very least. - I'm sorry.
I said at the very least!
So, what have you been doing with me up until now, you bastard?
- Good question. - A question.
Then answer it.
Was it because of this godforsaken hole?
For the money?
- Well... - Come on!
You're nowhere...
just nowhere.
I can't find the words to tell you.
Where have I been up until now?
Haven't I been anywhere, up until now?
Absolutely nowhere.
So why were you here? You sod!
It suited you to take advantage.
I must have been somewhere, otherwise, why were you here?
If I wasn't anywhere, then why aren't you on the street?
Why didn't you leave? Why didn't you rush off?!
Why have you been sat around here for the last two years?
I've got a splitting headache.
You'd better leave me.
You're not sending me away from here again.
I'll give you such a whack, you'll never have another headache.
You lousy sod!
I call the shots around here, and I decide
who leaves, when and where...
- I was just asking. - I'm not alone.
I'm telling you, for your own good, that I'm not alone.
From now on, you can't just do as you please with me.
If you want to avoid getting into a fight.
Just talk to Hédi about that.
I want to talk to you, even though it'd be better not to.
I'll just give you the facts, then you clear the hell out,
especially after everything I've just said.
You pimp.
That was quite accurate, wasn't it?
The last of the pimps.
Somehow I always thought...
All right...
Now you're pulling a face again,
but don't you go thinking that you've won.
I don't think anything.
All right, I don't want to talk to you about anything.
Especially after all this.
After this, you'll be given orders.
For your own good, I suggest that you carry them out.
Otherwise, you're out on your ear, starting tomorrow.
- My God! - All right?
- It's flat. - Just do as you're told.
Don't touch me!
- Stop this! - Just go. I'm asking you nicely!
- I won't go. - I don't want to have to shout.
Just listen to me: calm down and pull yourself together.
Get out of here!
I've been a good maid here and I will be too.
First you brought your first lover here, then your second,
and, finally, the third. I've had enough.
Don't take it out on my son. Let's be having you.
I'm stronger than you, for God's sake.
- That's what you think. - Just calm down!
- Aren't you going? - Do you want to fight?
I won't go!
I'm no match for you!
I don't want to fight, for God's sake!
- Then just go and have done. - I won't go!
You're going, do you hear. Now, off with you!
No need for that.
You bitch!
Don't come near me.
I'm telling you nicely.
Don't provoke me. I have my limits.
Don't provoke me!
- Please talk to János. - What, me talk to János?
That would be best.
All right, calm down.
There were a couple of sluts here.
They've gone and now you're off, too.
You can't offend me no matter how hard you try.
I'm not trying to, it's you who said it. But that's nothing new.
- Are you all right? - None of your business.
Because if you're not, just say and I'll go.
- Go, go. - Not now.
I have a phone, I can call for help if I have to.
- It's up to you. - But just go.
Enough. Enough!
- I'm not going. - Why not?
- Because I want to live here. - Why provoke further still?
I'm not being provocative.
You have to get it into your head that I have to leave.
Yes, it's my home.
- I'm in charge here, see? - All right, you're in charge.
Because the relationship we had is over.
There's a new set-up now, in case you weren't aware.
- That's what I said, too. - That's why you're leaving.
So, be a good girl and go.
Are you starting again?
- Don't touch that piano! - Stop, damn it!
Stop it! Stop it!
What more do you want?
Why don't you just leave?
- Because I don't want to. - But you will.
- Stop it! - Off you go.
Because you know why? I'll kill you, otherwise. Now, out!
Oh, you'd like to, but you'll never succeed.
Get out, you bitch!
This is complete madness.
I never knew you were so strong.
Obviously not strong enough, since I haven't been able to kick you out.
And you won't set foot in here ever again, even if you are a bit stronger than I am.
You won't succeed.
No matter how violent.
You stink!
Oh, God...
- it's impossible. - Why?
I'm sure.
I think it's possible.
Everyone creates peace and quiet in their own image,
believing it to be good for them.
There's only one kind of peace.
If there are two kinds, then one of them isn't peace.
When we spoke of peace before, it was always your version of peace.
What I want to ask is
whether you see there being any chance of...
Nothing.
No chance at all.
What would you do in my place?
No advice?
- You trust me? So you asked? - Yes.
You don't need ideas.
You don't need any advice.
Still, I wondered if you had any, 'cause I don't.
Trust me.
Trust me!
One thing's for sure:
Tibor's got to be reported to the police.
For theft.
Your interfering in a marriage makes no sense,
but I wouldn't give your son and his wife a penny.
Am I interfering?
In what?
I'd just like to say...
if you really trust me,
just tell me everything.
Your financial affairs, what you spend and why,
how much you want to spend, how you want to spend it,
and why you want to give him money.
It'll make things easier for you and it'll be a help.
Your talking and giving me advice on what to do.
That's it.
That's normal, isn't it?
Yes.
I think so, too.
Nervous?
Yes.
Thank you for all your help.
Yes.
Who would've thought
that someone who was, seemingly, a friend, an intellectual,
a teacher, could do such a thing?
It has come as quite a surprise.
If we...
...lose our trust in everyone,
then would this still continue to be life as we know it?
One can't live that way.
Actually my son found out,
but he wanted to see the outcome, see what happened,
so he found out about the pawnshop and the rest.
He took the pawn ticket from him,
so, he saw him in the act and had proof
that he had pawned it under his own name.
You can imagine!
In addition to your moral outrage,
there's the value too. And the memories.
And this is a piece of which I have cherished memories,
and it's quite valuable, too.
It's gold. Braided gold.
There are one or two diamonds set in it, too.
They're handmade, beautiful.
Yes.
Yes, yes.
Yes.
Yes. Well...
Thank you very much. That's all I wanted to report.
Me, too. Goodbye. Thank you.
I am guilty,
but I was expecting them to be more understanding.
In particular, I wouldn't have expected them
to betray me to you,
and to try and ruin the relationship between us.
But that's how it happened, which is why I am sad.
You were, perhaps, the only one
who has been patient with me, from beginning to end.
So now, I'd like to apologise for everything that has happened.
It's a private affair.
That's what they say.
That's what they tell me. Sort it out. It's a private affair.
That is, indeed, true. I always forget that.
How you survive is a private affair.
No more.
That's all.
As Hamlet says, "The rest is silence."
it's up to you.
It's up to you.
When my hair was long and brown,
I asked my mother
If I would be happy, and she replied, in tears,
"Be as humble as I am."
"Let my love be enough."
"Fate has a thousand ways."
"And what will be will be"
When my hair was long and brown
I asked my mother
If I would be happy
And she replied, in tears
"Be as humble as I am Let my love be enough"
"The future I can't see, and what will be, will be"
"Whatever will be, will be"
On my very first date
A fine young lad came up to me
"Will you love me forever?" I asked
And here is the lie he told me,
"Whatever will, be will be, the future I can't see"
"Fate has a thousand ways, and what will be will be,"
"Whatever will be, will be"
Two years we were happy
Then he went so faraway
Will he be back or not?
All his letters said, was,
"Whatever will be, will be, the future I can't see"
"Fate has a thousand ways, and what will, be will be,"
"Whatever will be, will be"
Now I've a child of my own
With hair as brown as my own, asking,
"Will I be happy?" And l smile, in tears, saying,
"Be as humble as me, be satisfied my love"
"The future I can't see and what will be, will be"
"And what will be, will be,"
"Whatever will be, will be"
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