MOKÉP-HUNGAROFILM presents:
OH, BLOODY LIFE!
Oh, bloody life! You lousy life! How you can be sweet like honey?
Oh, bloody life! Oh, bloody life! How hard it is to grow out of you.
Due to the illness of Éva Dékány the role of the tractor-driver girl
is played by Lucy Sziráky tonight
Easy, easy. It'll be all right.
# Folks! We're in trouble! #
# All the oxen, donkeys and horses are dead! #
# The mean kulaks have poisoned them all! #
# What will happen now to us? #
# What will be pulling our dear ploughs. #
- # How shall we plough our land? # - Not yet.
Now, come on'.!
Move it!
# Well, I am the tractor-driver girl, I was sent by the Party here. #
#And inimical ugly quagmire cannot drown us anymore. #
# Hurrah! Hurrah! #
# So cheer now, cheer now, cheer now, cheer now, #
# for inimical ugly quagmire cannot drown us anymore. #
# Hurrah! Hurrah! #
# So cheer now, cheer now, cheer now, cheer now, #
# for inimical ugly quagmire cannot drown us anymore. #
# Life is nice if works await us, #
# Black soil and golden wheat, #
# Red corn puppies, .9 thousand flowers, #
# How beautiful is the world we build! #
# Hurrah! Hurrah! #
# So cheer now, cheer now, cheer now, cheer now, #
# Red corn puppies, .9 thousand flowers, #
# How beautiful is the world we build! #
# Hurrah! Hurrah! #
# So cheer now, cheer now, cheer now, cheer now, #
# Red corn puppies, .9 thousand flowers, #
# How beautiful is the world we build! #
So, then... Zachkov.
Zachkov... who is Zachkov?
- You don't know the leading ideologist Zachkov? - No.
Don't tell anyone about that. Zachkov said operettas are
an adequate manifestation of the most honourable wishes
and dreams of the people in music and dance.
- What is "adequate"? - Well... let's not go into that.
- To Zachkov. - To Zachkov.
All right, girlie.
It was damn good.
I half organized that you stay in the role.
What do you mean half organized?
- Isn't it me on Saturday? - It is, don't worry.
Eva Dékány is only a temporary solution.
A menopausal tractor-driver girl with a huge double chin.
Not the best politically, either.
I feel you hit something, you hit something that...
Okay, it's all right.
That's another room here. You live alone in this big flat?
Yes, since Pixie has left for Paris.
Aren't you afraid someone might take it away?
You think so?
You think they can do that?
Don't panic.
Is your heart still pounding?
That's my right breast. The heart is on the left.
Oh, right. Listen...
do you know what they say about me in the theatre?
- That I'm an erotomaniac. - What's that?
- Let's not go into that. - Why not?
An erotomaniac wants to screw everybody.
Really?
Yes, but it's not true. I only want to screw you.
Since I saw you in that overall I've felt I gotta tear it of.
Do you know what feeling?
Oh, dear, why haven't you told me?
I do now. Would you like to make love to me?
No. But that doesn't mean anything.
You're my director.
Just get undressed, I don't like it with clothes on.
You dear one. You lovely one.
You...
You... You'll be Stázy in the Czardasfürstin!
What are these things?
It's the bell.
So what? It's the first bells. Come on!
You do it always in dressing rooms? It's the doorbell!
- Are you waiting for someone? - I'm not.
Then don't open it. Come on we, gotta finish this.
Wait it's the doorbell!
I'm not at home!
Open up anyway:
Police!
Police! Open up immediately!
It's not worth playing games with us.
Please.
Good evening.
Final resolution. Count Pál Sziráky,
and countess Sziráky under the same address,
I hereby deliver the resolution of the Ministry of the Interior
which expels you from Budapest,
and designates village Mitér in Békés country as your future home.
- Sing it here, please. - Wait a moment, I can't sign this.
- Why not? - I'M not count Sziráky. - Stop joking.
Do you know how many cases we have left tonight?
Dear comrades, I'm not at all count Sziráky
and I can produce with various documents to prove that.
Quite on the contrary, I'm Róbert Guthy.
Which... here you are.
What are you doing here then?
We are discussing issues of arts. I mean, we were.
Look, my husband has left for Paris with a valid passport.
We divorced officially two years ago.
- Are you actress Luci Sziráky? - I am.
- Lucy. - Luci.
Okay, Luci.
If you divorced, why are you using the name Sziráky?
I got used to it, and so did the audience.
My maiden name is Luca Dörner.
Makes no difference, the resolution is clear.
The van will come for you, you may take a 1000 pounds of belongings.
You'd better take food for two days with you.
- Are you still here? - No, absolutely not.
What shall I get for this?
Lucy Sziráky's outstanding stand-in.
You can't imagine how hard it was to squeeze it into paper.
I've been trying to get you for years...
I even wrote a poem to you.
I love nature's golden gift's,
but even more Lucy's tits.
You have the finest tits in the whole peace camp.
Ernő, there's something I'd like to ask you to do.
Ask me anything if I can also ask something in return.
Okay.
See to it that this gets invalidated.
You're a man of connections, a Kossuth-prize laureate.
Can I go to the loo?
Is that all you want to take? A 1000 pounds are allowed.
That's all.
Starring:
# You lousy life, you silly life! #
# How can you be sweet like honey? #
# You lousy life, you tattered life! #
# How hard it is to grow out of you? #
Music: Gyöirgy Vukán
Written and directed by: Péter Bacsó
- Is this the deportation train? - Yes, unfortunately.
Let me get off! I'm here by mistake!
- My husband died in 1926! I won't be deported! - Calm down!
- Where are we going? - To Siberia.
Siberia? How do you know?
I just know. Isn't that enough?
- I have been to Ukraine, it's freezing there, too. - We shall freeze to death!
Our noses will break down!
- Our noses will break down? - Our noses will break down!
- Stop shouting, please! - Don't make a panic!
Quiet, please! Ladies and gentlemen!
To survive we must learn tolerate each other.
And retain our dignity.
Let me introduce myself, by the way: I'm Kornél Samodai.
Baron Somodai?
Earlier yes. Now just like that, without the grandeur.
You're right, my son.
Although I'm the senior here, retired general Valér Krénitz.
- But I give you the command. - I take over the command.
- Do sit beside the window. - Thank you.
Take your luggage off the seats.
Excuse me for not recognizing you immediately.
Lucy Sziráky?
- Yes. - The actress?
Why is the window lime washed?
Well, I haven't had the time to think about that.
Aren't you a little naive, my dear?
We only want to purge you as to class, as comrade Stalin put it.
We don't want to destroy anyone in particular.
Don't get frightened. We're to distribute you.
Those who work and behave well will be allright. Is that clear?
Are you crazy? What are you doing?
Come over here.
We'll classify you as class enemies.
Former landlords to the right,
former company owners and other capitalists to the left,
former army officers and ministers to the middle. Is that clear?
Are you crazy? Fools! I'll have you all arrested!
Stop it!
Come over here!
I'm captain Sándor Matura, county police chief.
You can find me at the Schneider mansion.
That's my office and home.
Those who have nothing to fear, shouldn't be afraid, is that clear?
Halt!
But if you had something to fear, be afraid! Note that!
Everything is well organized. Everybody will be called
by the kulak who is to put you up. Move it!
Mitér...
"What's it worth... Mitér..." Can you see that?
- Where should I stand, captain? - I stated clearly, didn't I?
But I'm neither a capitalist, nor a landlord, nor a minister.
- What are you then? - I'm an actress.
- How come you here then? - I've no idea.
Give me the resolution.
What are you lying about?
You're countess Sziráky. Join the feudal group!
Firstly, I'm not lying, I really am an actress.
Secondly, use this tone with your dog or your maid
or your child, but not with me.
# Kulaks can be recognised by all their black houses, #
# by their 200 pound fat pigs, their bulging purses. #
# Hey, inimical kulak mob, now we don't fear you. #
# In vain you are grumbling, 'cause now we live well, too. #
God is going to punish you!
# Kulaks can be recognized by all their black faces, #
# by their hidden wheat and gold kept in secret places. #
This is an idiot! He painted us black, too!
Who's he?
Kiptár, the teacher.
His crank is to paint black those he want to punishes,
and red those he likes.
I though you'd come with your husband.
- You don't have a husband. - Me either.
I mean mine is in jail. That isn't good anyway.
They punish us with you and you with us.
That's your room.
Good morning. The actress?
She's still asleep.
Wake up, madam!
What's it? What's happened?
Nothing since you've been deported.
All are still at their places. Rákosi, Stalin, president Truman.
- Even us. You haven't slept well? - No.
I've come to call you to work.
I'm not going anywhere.
- I want to go home to Pest. - You know what? Me too.
I'm an actress. What have I got to do with this?
I was brought here unlawfully.
I agree, but why are you telling me?
I'll appeal; I'll write everybody, even God.
I just can't live here. I can't.
I truly agree, but until then, please come to work with us.
I even signed a contract on your behalf.
- What contract? - To the State Farm.
I've organized three brigades to hoe the maize.
We even get some money, and warm meal once a day.
- I don't want to hoe the maize! - Calm down.
"If you don't work, you don't eat." I perfectly agree with that.
We shouldn't demonstrate that we are a lazy lot,
but that we can adapt to the circumstances,
and prove with manual labour that we have our roots in this land.
Even now, when it doesn't belong to us.
That's too complicated.
We can put it more simply.
Start for the maize field!
Aren't you hot?
Water! Who wants water?
- Would you like some? - I don't drink, my dear.
- Aren't you thirsty, madam? - I'd like some, please.
My pleasure.
What are you giggling about?
We can skip our exams.
You like it.
Gentlemen! Dear gentlemen!
For God's sake, what are you doing?
This is maize, not weed! You can't do it like that!
I'm sorry, we weren't taught that in Auschwitz.
# Kulaks can be recognised by all their black houses, #
# by their 200 pound fat pigs, their bulging purses. #
# Hey, inimical kulak mob, now we don't fear you. #
Excuse me.
Come on. Move it.
# Hey, inimical kulak mob, we no longer fear you, #
# However you might be grumbling, now we live well, too... #
I consider it a safari.
Safari?
You've never been on one?
No. And I won't for some time, either.
There are you meet even tougher conditions.
No water, lots of mosquitoes, flies, poisonous snakes.
You live in a tent, but in constant danger.
Lions roar.
Of course there's something excitingly frightening about that.
And it's hard to communicate with the natives.
They don't speak your language.
Here they do.
That's a great advantage.
Good afternoon!
Excuse me, dear sir, where do the Zichys live?
The Count Zichys.
There are so many counts here!
Thank you very much. Good-bye!
Excuse me, whom may I introduce?
- Baron Kornél Samodai and countess Lucy Sziráky. - Thank you.
Baron Kornél Samodai.
- And countess Lucy Sziráky. - And countess Lucy Sziráky.
- Welcome. - Good evening.
I'm not a countess.
I wouldn't feel shame about my historical name.
I feel no shame. That's the truth.
I'm an actress.
Come over here, my dear.
Sing us something later on, to cheer us up in this desolate place.
Two years ago I heard such a wonderful Tosca in Scala in Milan!
That should've been three years ago.
We've sweated a lot since then.
You're right. But it was beautiful.
Take a seat, please!
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Could you get me a musical instrument?
What instrument do you have in mind, sir?
Any.
That I can, sir. Pardon me.
Could I have another cup of tea?
Arthur!
Please prepare us some more tea.
Thank you. We shall never forget that.
# Come on, you lowlife, be mine tonight, #
# You're the greatest guy around, #
# your dark complexion, your lush affection, #
# are so tempting I lose my mind. #
# Come on, you lowlife, be mine tonight, #
# and run tomorrow, back to her side. #
# There's no other guy who's so fine, #
# Come on, you lowlife, please be mine. #
Dance!
# Come on, you lowlife, be mine tonight, #
# and run tomorrow, back to her side. #
# There's no other guy who's so fine, #
# Come on, you lowlife, please be mine. #
Bravo! Bravo!
Excuse me! Whom may I introduce?
Arnold Szirtes, corkwood manufacturer.
Pardon me for the correction, former corkwood manufacturer.
I don't want to hurt you, dear Mr. Szirtes,
- but this is a private party. - I know I wasn't invited,
but I couldn't miss greeting you on your birthday, madam.
- I hope you'll accept this. - Thank you.
Excuse me, countess. If I might ask you...
I was born in Transylvania, and keep thinking about it.
The Hargita, the mountains of Csík...
You understand me, don't you?
# Under the mountains of Csitár #
# the snow fell long time ago. #
# I have heard, my dear lover. #
# that you tumbled with your horse. #
# They say you broke your hand, #
# how you embrace me then? #
# So as it is, my dear lover, #
# I can't be yours anymore. #
Excuse me, whom may I introduce?
Gentlemen and ladies,
I can see you're having a good time.
May I know the reason of your assembly?
My friends and acquaintances are celebrating my birthday.
Really?
I may or may not believe it.
But while workers and peasants are building socialism
you're partying here.
We also work at the State Farm. Shall I show the contract?
Don't show it. You think we don't know about it?
Anyway, disperse now.
Wouldn't the... comrade gentlemen drink a cup of tea with us?
- We have sandwiches, too. - Arthur, please!
Serve the gentlemen.
- Here you are, sir. - Who are you?
I don't know you.
Show me your papers.
- Name? - Arthur Szörény.
Occupation?
Retired servant, an appraiser at the present.
You live in Budapest. What are you doing here?
I don't like you. I don't like you at all.
I'm terribly sorry that I failed to attain your sympathy.
Fortunately my former masters still like me.
I came here to visit them.
You'll return home with the next train.
The comrade here will see you to the station. Is that clear?
Absolutely, sir.
I feel honoured to receive your escort. Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen,
may God be with you.
Excuse me.
You forget times have changed.
You abuse our generosity.
There's one thing I'm telling you. You shouldn't push it too hard.
We won't push it too hard.
Good-bye.
EXCUSE me,
but we haven't had such a dry summer for a hundred years.
This is the objective reality independent from us.
I hope you understand.
But you sang beautifully.
Very beautifully.
Music is...
I don't know... music always gives me...
Unfortunately the arts and the people are still way apart.
They should be brought closer.
If you could visit us in the school once...
What instruments do you play, comrade?
Piano, clarinet, violin, and the saxophone a bit.
Incredible. You play them all?
I can thank my parents for it. They saved no money on my education.
Are you interested in classical music, too?
Yes, of course.
Good night.
So if you could visit us one day we'd be delighted to enjoy
- a bit of culture. - We shall certainly visit you.
Excuse us once more for disturbing you.
EDUCATION TO THE FIELDS.
My father accomplished 175%.
"So I ask the comrade Minister to revise my case,
for it is my conviction that my workplace is the stage,
and I could successfully contribute
to the task of promoting socialist people's culture.
With the people, for the people, to the people.
Yours sincerely, Lucy Sziráky, actress."
- I made five copies. - Why so many?
It's never enough of these.
# There's a poor little orphan girl. #
# She has no father or mother to love. #
# Her only friend I solitude, #
# she washes in the creek day and night. #
# Her foster mother always scolds her, #
# the orphan girl has a very sad life. #
# In the small creek the little orphan girl #
# just goes on washing her white clothes. #
# In the small creek the little orphan girl #
# just goes on washing her white clothes. #
Will that do?
I never thought it could be sung like that.
- Any instructions? - From me? No way.
It's just perfect like that.
And how high should I pull up my skirt?
What do you mean?
Iluska can't stand in a long skirtin the creek.
Should I pull it up like that, or like that,
or completely.
- God forbid that. - Then show me how high.
Well, perhaps...
...that high.
There's another problem I'd like to discuss with you.
Go to play, kids.
For Christmas I'd like to stage the whole "János Vitéz".
There's this final scene.
When the farmer chase away poor Jancsi Kukorica.
There's something wrong here. They're all mean kulaks.
But the others? The poor peasants, the cottars?
Why don't they defend him?
The question is real.
What obviously disturbs you is that the play depicts
peasantry as a homogeneous social class.
That's exactly the point, Mr. Samodai.
So write in a few poor peasants and labourers on Jancsi's side.
- Is that allowed? - Everything is allowed today.
# Me the king of the shepherds, I'm grazing my herd. #
# I don't care about weather; its summer in my heart... #
Why don't you sing János Vitéz, you've such a fine voice.
You think so? I have no ability to perform.
Of course you do. I saw you when I came.
You're standing on a ladder singing
# "Kulaks can be recognized by their black houses..." #
- You weren't exactly shy. - It's different. It's politics.
In the previous regime I was a poor man, a nobody.
My father died at the Don, my mother raised 8 children.
You can imagine it. This system made me a man.
When the liberation came I had tubercular, I was half dead.
If it isn't '45, I'm dead.
Even so they were curing me for two years.
In the Mátyás Rákosi Nursing Home.
Once Comrade Rákosi visited us, and gave me an orange.
A real one, I still have it.
- You haven't eaten it? - No. How could I have?
Don't think I was brought up in a country horse.
In Dandár street, in the Ferencváros.
The five of us in a flat with one room, without a loo.
For 18 years I joined the queue every morning on the corridor.
- Then why are you deported? - Ask them.
It's awful, you're a decent prole. Write to Comrade Rákosi.
- What for? He wouldn't read it. - He would, he reads everything.
If you wish I could write the letter.
- Don't bother, sir. - Call me József.
Don't bother, József.
But if you could forward this...
- What's that? - An application to the Minister of the Interior.
I see. I agree.
- Kornél Samodai! - Yes.
Stand up if I address you.
Yes?
What's your name?
Lucy Sziráky. Don't you know me?
- Were these quarters assigned for you? - No. - What are you doing here?
It's a social call.
- It's pretty late. - I like them late.
You'd better drop that habit!
Kornél Samodai. We're gonna search your house.
Comrade Kiptrár will witness that the law is observed.
If you could tell me what you're looking for,
- I could give you information. - Just leave it to us.
Here it is.
The typewriter.
So you type at nights?
Yes. I didn't know typewriters were banned.
And what do you type?
All kinds of things.
Today I rewrote János Vitéz.
I put in some class struggle the author had failed to include.
Get off your high horse.
You were reported typing at nights. We must be alert.
- Why is it a problem? - Please don't interfere.
You can type a lot of things: leaflets, propaganda.
- Is that clear? - It is.
But I haven't type anything like that.
We'll see.
Stand against the wall.
You too, Lucy Sziráky.
Turn to the wall!
We're preparing a cultural program with the gentleman and the lady.
They help us a lot.
Comrade Captain, what's that?
What's this gibberish?
Kornél Samodai! What are these?
I'm learning Chinese.
Why Chinese?
The momentous victory
of the Chinese people's army induced me to learn the language.
- Don't you agree? - Let me tell you something.
The report was made someone among you.
I'm not surprise.
There are also mean persons among us.
Are you really learning Chinese? Amazing.
How do they say:
It's evening, I'm hungry.
Is that all?
Yes.
Amateur.
Pardon?
A dilettante.
A super dilettante, mustn't be allowed on stage.
Repeat that, will you?
I learned for three years at the best Italian singing teacher.
If you'd learned for 30 years you'd still be untalented.
Let's not overdo it, nobody said the madam was a professional.
She'll do in the harvest show.
Then I won't sing! I don't mingle with dilettantes.
Who do you think you are?
A little bitch who sneaked in with our company!
You should look better, dear Kornél, who you make friends with!
Another word, and I'll screw your nose off!
I won't tear your hair out, you're bald already.
Comrade actresses!
Form, attention!
Are you rehearsing, comrades?
We still have disagreements, but without them there's no show.
I'm sure we'll produce a wonderful program together.
Hussars, fall in!
Holy Jesus!
Doesn't anyone have a mirror?
Here you are.
Thanks.
God!
I look awful.
Captain, let me go to town to the hairdresser's.
Look, I can't perform like this.
Originally I was a brunette, you know.
You're beautiful like this, too.
Please, give your permission.
I beg you. We have to create illusions after all.
You know what? Go.
- Hello, uncle Béla! - Hi, Lucy.
Shall I be nice, Charlie?
I'll make you a magnificent head.
I could do with that.
Borica!
I just heard you were here.
Let me see you!
- My God, how can you put up with that? - Well, you can.
I'd drunk cyanide if I were you.
No, that would have ruined my voice.
Mad girl, you haven't changed a bit.
Come on, tell me about it!
Hi, Lucy.
Sziráky, darling! This can't be true.
What could be done, Lucy?
Isn't it a single man in the country who'd arrange it?
Tell me who to go to bed with, just to get back on stage.
I've brought you a few pies, Lucy!
My God, thank you!
Jesus, you're so thin!
What do you eat there actually?
Well, I lost six pounds. But my ass was too big anyway.
Unlike mine.
How do you spend the time?
We single turnips, hoe maize, carry manure, the days pass.
But now we're preparing a show. A harvest show.
You know, culture to the workers of the soil!
I'm singing and dancing. Do come to see me!
Lucy'. Show her to me'.!
Guthy!
Are you alive?
You're prettier than ever.
I was sent here. But I'm not upset anymore.
I directed such a great Sybil everyone was out of their minds.
- That's right. - We won't let you go until you see it.
# My dear Petrov, I hope you'll forgive me #
# that I left you without saying good-bye. #
# I know you're good friend of mine, #
# and good friends forgive all the time. #
How do you like it?
Nice.
Isn't she a bit too old for this role?
- She is, but... who'd be better? - I don't know.
Well, you'd be better.
# ...our hearts will not be broken. #
# I arrived today and already I'm writing to you... #
I've been impotent since then. Something broke there.
Some psychic crack came when they barged in.
But since I saw you I've lost my mind, I'm so tense...
How do you open this?
Don't be cruel to me, Lucy!
# Our love, like a flower in the icy blast #
# has died before it had a chance to live, #
# imagine that you take hold of my hand #
- # and then, please, try... # - Shan't we go to the back?
Let me watch it!
# ...to forget Sybil. #
"Don't be so cold. Can't you feel the magic of the moment?
Outside the snow is falling.
Inside the samovar is humming.
Quite a usual dramatic situation.
Still, It's nice."
# Love is not more than illusion, an angelic illusion of my heart... #
Just this time, be a little nice to me.
Here, in the box?!
You know what people have done here?
They have dinner, drinks, played poker.
- Don't be a fool! - Be a little nice to me!
Your papers!
I'm a director of this theatre.
I'm preparing for Gorky's "Mother" in my own dramatization.
Causing public scandal. And the lady's papers?
You should've returned to your designated home by 7 o'clock.
Hanging-
They're making the gallows!
Let me out of here! I'm innocent!
Damn! Let me out! Can't you here me?
Quiet!
Does it hurt?
Leave me alone.
If I ever get out of here, I'll have my prick cut off.
Are you praying?
I'll give it a try.
# There, over the bars #
# there's another world, #
# and I can smell #
# its magic scents drift by. #
# There, over the bars roses are in bloom, #
# and all their flower-cups #
# offer sweet honey. #
# There, over the bats it is heaven there, #
# of a kind that nobody has ever seen before. #
# There, over the bars, angels live, #
# that's where I want to go, I want to go. #
What's up, Guthy?
Has life a meaning at all?
What's your opinion?
I have no opinion.
I peed into my pants.
So here you are.
Escort them to the yard.
Tell me, Mr. Director,
can this stage support 16 folk dancers?
Folk dancers?
Yes.
Even more.
It's good you chose to come with me.
You invited me so kindly in the prisons door I couldn't resist.
- I hope you're not afraid. - Why should I be?
Well that's our little mansion.
It belonged to a count, then a Jew.
Now it belongs to the people's police.
That's Domino.
He won all his races.
That's how the owner showed his gratitude.
Would you like to take a bath?
I would. Do you have hot water?
Accidentally we have the fir going.
If you like bathing salts, I can give you that, too.
Okay.
# I 21 like to be just a bit happy for once... #
# I'd like to be happy one day, just a bit... #
- That's from "Maya", right? - Yes, it is.
I used to go to the theatre a lot.
I even tried to be an actor. I was successful in a talent quiz.
I was preparing my entrance exam,
I had a soliloquy from Hamlet:
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba that he should weep for her?
What would he do, had he the motive and the cue for passion
that I have?
I like the musical comedy most.
# Come pussy, let me kiss your tiny mouth. #
# Without heaven's not enough. #
# I will not go there all alone, #
# I will not leave you any more. #
# Come pussy, let me kiss your tiny mouth. #
# Without heaven's not enough. #
# If I 'll be sitting up there, #
# Just leave a message and then #
# I 'II come running down for you. #
Sing something, comrade Captain!
- Don't mess around, Lucy! - Sing, or I'll shoot!
Lucy, stop fooling.
"If you beat me, I'll still adore you..." Do you know that?
You know that, Captain?
The next one will hit you.
One, two, sing!
# If you beat me, I'll still adore you #
# you dear, bad apache guy... # You'll be in for this, Lucy.
# Just beat me, but turn your eyes on me, #
# I'm yours, the true apache girl. #
# Though I feel sin on my lips, #
# just kiss me, and the sin disappears, #
# Come, embrace me, apache guy, #
# Drown your heart into mine. #
# If you beat me, I'll still adore you #
# you dear, bad apache guy... #
# Just beat me, but turn your eyes on me, #
# I'm yours, the true apache girl. #
# Though I feel sin on my lips, #
# just kiss me, and the sin disappears, #
# Come, embrace me, apache guy, #
# Drown your heart into mine. #
Okay, get into the bathroom.
- Stop fooling, Lucy. - Get into the bathroom!
Is that clear, comrade Captain?
# My dear Petrov, I hope you forgive #
# that I left you without goodbye. #
# You'll always be a good friend of mine, #
# and good friends forgive all the time. #
Arthur! You're here?
From the Gerbeaud.
Mignons!
After all, Gerbeaud stays the same.
That keeps my hopes alive.
Lucy, would you like a mignon?
No thanks.
She wouldn't like one.
Where have you been?
The whole evening we were waiting you at the rehearsal.
I was worried sick. I feared something had happened to you.
I'm all right, as you see.
I knew you'd come back, once you promised it.
Where were you the whole night?
At your friend, comrade Captain Matura.
In the mansion?
What did he want from you?
He showed me Domino.
That's a famous winning horse, in case you don't know.
Then we sang. Duets.
Did you know your friend was a fan of the operettas?
I didn't know that.
He should be invited to the cultural brigade.
He'd be a great.
You think so?
Attention!
All deported persons are to appear at 4 a.m.
in front of the village cemetery.
They're to bring a spade, hoe and other tools with them.
Spade?
Hoe?
There'll be executions!
- Do you know what they want? - No.
Do you want to see me?
Yes, we do.
You've heard the order I presume.
I haven't heard anything.
You heard that? She hasn't heard it.
She must be one of them! She's with them, the mean...
Silence!
Lucy Sziráky.
You haven't heard we are to be at the cemetery at 4 a.m.
with spades and hoes?
I haven't. Why are we to go there?
Why? That's exactly what we'd like to know.
First they'll have us dig a hole, then...
I have good imagination.
Shot in the neck! But I won't wait for this!
Let's escape! Spread out and hide!
Escape, in this tiny country? Where?
I don't care. Let them do what they want.
- I'm tired. - Excuse me...
I hope you know now what they want.
I don't know.
We thought somebody should get information about their plans.
- And you are the one. - You're on good terms with them.
No offence intended, my dear. We don't blame you.
We all try to survive as we can.
I'm not going anywhere.
I told you! This slut won't do anything for us.
We're going to die and she'll be singing for the comrades.
Excuse me, I'd gladly sacrifice myself.
You shouldn't sacrifice anything.
Our little company has chosen you. That's it.
What do you say, Kornél?
Look.
Their curiosity is quite understandable.
Many people's fate might be in question.
Elderly people, children.
That's no joke.
I want to see comrade Matura.
Good evening.
Who's that?
It's me Lucy Sziráky.
Lucy Sziráky, personally?
Whatever brought you here?
I'd like to ask something.
Get this thing off of me.
What's so urgent then?
What's up?
Have you never seen a man with flu?
Chamomile?
There's some in it, too.
I'd like to ask you
why we have to go to the cemetery at 4 a.m.?
What do you mean?
Have their lordships shit in their pants?
There'll be a general caterpillar extermination.
The best orchard is beside the cemetery.
This year it's full of worms.
You said you didn't earn enough. You'll get 2.30 forints an hour.
I arranged it for you.
But I expect no gratitude.
Thank you very much.
Which of you is Kornél Samodai?
- That's me. - Come out immediately.
Here's the order. You'll come with us.
- May I get dressed? - That's unnecessary.
- May I dry myself at least? - Yes.
Get in!
- Can we stop here? - Yes.
Come on, get out!
Go on!
You really speak Chinese?
Mainly the Beijing dialect.
Put these on, please.
We expect a highly esteemed Chinese military delegation.
You'll be the interpreter for the comrade minister.
Why was this Samodai taken away?
He looked like decent man.
"Looked like"? How do you imagine the enemy?
With devil's horns, knife in the mouth?
Can they do that? Just take someone away like that?
A former landlord used to be an exploiter.
Which means a sworn enemy of our system.
Isn't that enough to arrest somebody?
And the cultural brigade? How do we manage without him?
- He'd the perfect pitch. - He'll join the prison band.
What if you sang?
I hear you have a great voice.
Who told you that?
I just heard you had a great bass voice.
Go to hell.
Culture is suspended as of today.
You're the Party secretary. What about compulsory delivery?
And political work?
For three weeks not a single egg, not a chicken has been brought in.
Not mentioning diary produces.
- They've got nothing to deliver. - Do the peasants deceive you?
The more they cry the more you must keep an eye on them.
- God will punish you! - Go about your business!
Good morning, Captain! How are you doing?
Better than you think... little countess.
Good evening. She's at home.
Good evening.
I'm sorry to barge in like that.
- Can I have a glass of water? - Sit down.
Thank you.
Here you are.
I've good news.
Has my application replied? May I go back to Pest?
Not that. But our program was granted permission.
Nine more chickens, 26 eggs, 20 pounds fat.
There were certain conditions. The foundation had to be restored
- to build the superstructure. - I don't care.
You don't care taking culture to the fields, to the workers?
You can't be serious. Your soul is full of kindness.
Forget my soul, man.
But the comrades up there also know about it.
- I invited them. - Where?
To our harvest show.
You must appear there, you can't let us down!
What else do you want?
Come on, have it! What way would you like it?
Don't play the saint. You can do whatever you want.
- Please forgive me. - I should forgive you?
I should forgive you?
You brought me here into this slimy mud hole,
And I should forgive you?
Well, I won't! Do you understand? I won't!
- Go to hell you all! - Me?
Who wants a new world where everyone is free and happy?
Because I don't watch it idly...?
You think it's easy for me?
What are you doing, comrades?
Oh God...
That's blood...
Did they beat you up?
I wasn't beaten up.
It's paint.
You were painted red.
I'm gonna marry you.
- What are you saying? - A fictions marriage...
- and then you can go back to Pest. - Shut up.
There'll be nothing between us.
Take care you'll get red...
Poor thing... poor thing...
My dear God...
Come on!
So there we are with comrades' greeting.
Stop the machine! Come, we're starting the program.
But we must work.
It's a program for you!
From the men of culture to the men of the fields.
We've got artist from the capital you've never seen.
Let me introduce you...
Lucy Sziráky.
Sit down, everybody! We're starting the program.
Come over here, you, too!
János Háry: Recruiting song.
- We must work. - We know that.
Sit down comrades. Closer, closer! Everybody!
We're starting the program!
# The brave cavalryman has such a wonderful life! #
# Eating, drinking in his tent, he has nothing to care about... #
- Do you have a stage fever? - A bit.
I've never performed in the fields.
I also have a bit of stage fever.
I've brought you something.
That's his orange. The one I haven't eaten.
Put it away. It brings luck.
- Are you comrade Kiptár? - Yes, I'm József Kiptár.
I'm from the couty paper.
- The comrades are coming. - What comrades?
From above.
- "Culture to the field workers." - That's us.
Congratulations. I'd make some photos.
Of course. Let me introduce you actress Lucy Sziráky.
Come, watch our program.
And now a ceremonial speech,
delivered by József Kiptár. That's me.
- Can you hear me, comrades? - I'm late. How is it going?
Very well.
My friends.
What would I like to tell you?
I'm full of love today and I can feel
that you love me, too. Even if I you can't express that.
Why are you staring at me like that?
I know deep inside you love me even though you beat me up,
you painted me red.
What's this jerk talking about? Who painted him red?
Did you know about this?
It's very hot.
I'll get some water.
What I take away was for the city workers,
who are also starving.
The main thing is that we love each other, comrades.
Even when we are starving.
I believe in that.
And if I get wounds, get painted red,
then I'm red. And stay that way.
That's no shame. Comrades.
People! Workers!
Believe me! If we hold each other's hand,
a world will come there's no bread ration,
meat ration or truncheons.
Only peace and abundance.
Some comrades are going to join this little celebration
whom you've never dared to dream about.
And here come the comrades!
Look, they're coming!
Let the machine roar, let the cheering boom!
Hurrah! Let the machine roar!
Where are you going, comrades?
Stop! We are here!
Stop!
Stop the machine!
Everybody freeze! Sabotage! Stop!
I don't want to come here! Why are you bringing me here?
- What do you want from me? - Room confinement.
Don't worry, only until the investigation lasts.
What investigation?
Everyone will be questioned. You witnessed the sabotage.
Get out!
"You're a cold statue"
# Birds singing so happy among the wild green leaves, #
# Flowers lightly kissed by the gentle summer breeze, #
# Everything down under and high above #
# has the fervent longing to feel love. #
# I'd tell you the secret of my heart, #
# I'd tell you it's you I dream about, #
# I'd tell you but it'd be in vain, #
# You're a cold statue, you'd never know the pain. #
Do you let me in?
Should I put the candle into the window?
My dear Lucy,
we'll understand each other.
You'll see, you can love me.
I'm just a man, too.
- What do you want? - Shut up.
Hands up. Go to the wall.
Which one of you is Lucy Sziráky?
You're to come with us.
Put on some make-up.
Sing the scales.
- What? - Practise the scales, come on!
Dear Lucy! We've won!
History has justified us! I became a director,
and you got the role of Stázy. Entertaiment is the future.
- Email What are you doing here? - It's fantastic!
I was just placed here. It's a gala performance,
and we got no Stázy. Erzsi Bokros got hepatitis.
- Is that some luck for you! - You're so pale!
- Just forget everything. - What should I forget?
Well, not your role.
Everything in general.
Hello, Lucy. Everyone is here. Even comrade Bástya.
Are you satisfied? You've never had such an audience.
I won't go on stage.
What?
- What are you talking about? - Look, my heel is broken.
What?
I'll get you a hundred new pair of shoes.
Still, I won't go on stage.
Why not, you idiot?
Perhaps I'm not in the mood. Perhaps I've no voice.
And my heel is broken.
Stupid chick! Who do you want to play games with?
Dirty bitch! They'll cut our balls off, send us to jail!
I don't care.
And the audience? And the ministry?
What now?
Where are you going?
Stop!
Ladies and gentlemen
our management regrets to inform you that
tonight's special performance of the Czardasfürstin...
We got her. We'll do it.
...is still to be held.
Let go of me!
# You lousy life! #
# You silly life! #
# How can you be sweet like honey? #
# You lousy life! #
# You silly life! #
# How hard it is to grow out of you! #
# You lousy life! #
# You silly life! #
# How can you be sweet like honey? #
# You lousy life! #
# You silly life! #
# How hard it is to grow out of you! #
# You lousy life! #
# You silly life! #
# How can you be sweet like honey? #
# You lousy life! #
# You silly life! #
# How hard it is to grow out of you! #
Thanks to the United of Galgamácsa and the Agreement of Tök co-operation farms
for the helping to prepare the film.
It was made by the Mafilm and the Hungarian Film Laboratory.
Distributed in Hungary by MOKÉP.
Written and directed by Péter Bacsó