Who is shooting?
Never... ever... leave me again.
It's the AVO!
Kill the bastards!
They were shooting at us!
No! Don't!
Don't shoot!
Put down your weapons.
- No one's gonna hurt you. - Leave this to us, Father.
Only God can judge them.
- Hand over your weapons. - They're murderers.
Put down your weapons or I can't protect you.
My God... my God.
I'm fine.
THIS IS THE FATE OF THE AVO
Did you bring it?
Here... take a look.
Wow.
- Have you used it? - Of course... I'm a freedom fighter.
I'm going to the university. Are you coming?
- My mom won't let me. - Is this our country or not?
We've got to kick the Russians out on their ass.
Come on.
- I've got matches... - You can light it, but I'll throw it.
I can throw much further than you. Careful, they blowup easily.
Watch out!
Jozsi!
- What the hell are you doing here? - I'm here to fight!
You're not a freedom fighter, you're a kid.
You're not a freedom fighter, either, just a polo player.
Let's go!
I'll join you later. After I take this nitwit home.
And that one.
Karcsi! Jump on, we'll drop them off.
- I don't want to go home. - You're going, period.
Stop!
Give us a hand! We're going to blowup a tank.
- How? - We have to build a barricade...
to force the tank into the alley.
Barricade? Out of what?
Use this truck.
I'll get some frying pans. They look like land mines.
- What's she getting? - Frying pans...
Jozsi!
Come with me.
Whatever happens, you stay here. Is that clear?
Yes.
The tank is coming!
Watch out!
I want to go home.
It's OK.
The Hungarian government has reached an agreement with Moscow regarding...
the immediate withdrawal of Soviet troops from Budapest.
To restore law and order, a new police force will be established...
- And the AVO will be disbanded. - Did you hear this?
Did you hear?
We won!
Did he say, they're disbanding the AVO?
And the Russians are leaving. I can't believe it.
I love Imre Nagy, I love the revolution! I love everybody!
- I'm going to call my mother. - I love her too.
Quiet! Let me listen.
Don't worry, you can still write letters to the Russkies.
No more playing around. It's time to go to work.
- In two days we're leaving for the Olympics. - Yes! I can't believe this!
The Ministry just called.
- Go get the passports. - I've got a bottle of vodka!
If you want to tell Karcsi, come with me.
Hey!
Haven't you heard the news?
You're all fired!
- What are they saying on the radio? - The Russians can't control us.
Imre Nagy finally kicked their asses out.
- They said you're going to the Olympics. - Let's toast!
I never thought I'd live to see this day. Where do I start?
I need to pack your things...
Mother.
I'm not going.
What do you mean?
I quit the team.
What about us?
I'll get a job like everybody else.
How could you do this to me?
Why can't you understand? I've made my decision.
I'm not a polo player anymore... And that's it!
What are you then?
I'm sorry.
The important thing is that we won, right?
There are so many things I can do...
I could be a streetcar conductor, funny hat and all.
Do you like conductors?
I have a much better idea.
What?
Karcsi Szabo, Olympic champion.
I'm not going back.
You have to, you know that.
Why?
Because this is not just any game.
It's the first Olympics for a free Hungary. Let the world see what we can do.
Too many things have changed.
You must go back to find our normal way of life again.
And for you, that's water polo.
And for you?
For me... It's you.
They may not even take me back.
Who can ever say no to you?
I never can.
The Hungarian National Government has declared its neutrality.
Finally our dream of the century has come true.
The Revolution has brought us freedom and liberity.
Long live free Hungary!
Russkies go home! Russkies go home!
They're leaving. They're really leaving!
Go on... or you'll miss your Olympics.
Something to remember me by.
It was my mother's.
Wait, I've got something for you too...
My good-luck watch.
Take good care of it, because you know I'm coming back for it.
But you need this.
All I need is you.
Go, otherwise we'll never say goodbye.
- Hi. - What's up?
The little lady let you go?
She told me to bring home some gold.
Didn't she say, you need a passport?
You think you can just come and go as you please?
Don't mind him, he's mourning the Russkies.
What are we waiting for?
What are you doing here?
I'd like to come back, coach.
If I can.
Why should I take you back?
Because we want to win the Olympics, coach.
Alright. But, you'll be doing pushups...
all the way to Melbourne.
Let's go.
Boys, Karcsi is back.
Love it or hate it, but I don't want to hear about it. Is that clear?
- Are we forgetting anyone? - Only the AVO, but no one will miss them.
Let's go!
Next stop Prague!
For many years, the radio has lied, day and night, on all frequencies...
From now on, we pledge to tell only the truth, and nothing but the truth.
It's strange how two weeks are enough to change the world.
- What will you do now? - Finish my studies.
And the polo player? Don't tell me you don't miss him.
He just left.
Do you miss him?
I wish they would call off the Olympics.
And you?
I just want a simple life. A home, a husband, a baby.
I'm sure you'll have it all.
I hope so, but if Jancsi doesn't hurry, it might not happen in that order.
Really? A baby?
Yes.
- Jancsi doesn't know it yet. - When are you going to tell him?
Soon...
When things settle down a bit.
Jesus, they're coming back.
So many of them!
They're headed for Budapest.
- But Imre Nagy said... - They screwed us!
- Karcsi, sit down! - I want to get off!
- You are crazy! - Sit down!
Open the door!
Open the goddamn door!!
Help me!
- They captured General Maleter! - The Russkies surrounded the Parliament!
Kador made a deal with Khrushchev and over threw Imre Nagy!
- Listen to this! - The London Observer has confirmed
that if the Soviets attack Hungary...
it will pressure the United States...
to offer military help to the freedom fighters.
- The Americans are coming. - Do you really believe that?
Imre Nagy with drew from the Warsaw Pact. The Americans have the right to intervene.
By the time they get here, everything will be in ruins.
We have to hold out!
You can't give up now!
Just a couple of days and it will be over. We can win...
Jancsi, this is madness. Tell them to save their lives.
They will kill us all!
Let's go! The Americans are coming.
We just have to hold out for a few days.
What? You want to fight them all?
They will shoot you, you idiot.
Alright. You can hit me back, if you like.
It's not you I want to hit.
The bastards won't tell us what's happening at home.
The Russkies are shooting up everything. There's nothing you can do.
There is no shooting.
The Soviets are just restoring order.
The Americans offered me a job.
They offered everybody a job.
Don't you want to go home?
Ever?
Home? What home?
- Get an ambulance! - He's going to bleed to death.
Quickly! Now!!
Is the ambulance here?
Everyone out!
Someone is still inside! I'll get him.
Eszter!
- We have to leave! - No!
No!
This is the free Hungarian Radio's last broadcast to the world.
The Soviet army is trying to crush us! People of the world, help!
Not with words... but with deeds! S.O.S.! S.O.S.! S.O.S.!
Finally! Where's Eszter?
We must hurry!
And the others?
What others?
- There's no one left. It's over. - But the Americans are coming.
No one is coming!
Israel attacked Egypt over the Suez Canal. No one cares about Hungary now.
The world still cares! Radio Free Europe said...
They are lying!
They want us to spill our blood so that the world will hate the Russkies.
We don't matter. No one is coming, understand?
No one.
I know a place we can hide out. We'll be safe there.
Next week a car will take us to Austria.
What about the others?
- Where is Eszter? - You told them to fight!
To hold out! That's what you told them.
Do you want me to get myself killed? Would that help anyone?
Eszter is dead.
Are you coming or not?
Drinking before practice? Telki will kick you out.
I don't care. Next month I'll be playing for the Nevada Seals.
- Why Nevada? - I heard they have "Big Tits Contests."
- Who else is defecting? - Sarosi, Anody, Petak.
Frank, you too, right?
Sure. I'm not playing for the Commies anymore.
- You should stay too. - I'm not staying.
I know. But you should.
Here's to the invincible team!
What the hell is going on?
I said: Be in the pool in ten minutes. Right?
No one gives a damn about the Olympics.
What do you mean you don't give a damn?
You're going to defect, aren't you?
The boys have been offered lucrative deals. Why shouldn't they accept them?
Alright, sit down. All of you.
Everything is lost at home...
and that's why now it's up to you to show the world...
that Hungary can win. That Hungarians cannot be totally defeated.
Win the gold. Then decide what to do with your lives. Win the Olympics.
Not just for yourselves, but for everyone at home.
They deserve it.
Let's go practice.
Guys, come here.
- The Soviets won their match. - Yes!
- We're playing them in the semi-final. - This is one we can't lose.
That's an understatement.
- We're gonna beat the shit out of them. - They have the same idea.
- Are you still on their side? - No. But they're a damn good team.
Take it easy. They're polo players, not soldiers.
The CCCP on their uniforms is the same as on their tanks.
Here it's an even match... seven against seven.
Hurry!
Hungary! Hungary!
- Hungary! Hungary! - Shhhh!
Do you hear that?
I can't play, I have a cramp in my leg.
The whole world is watching you.
- Coach! - Yes?
I need a doctor, I can't use my leg.
Throw him in the water, he'll get better.
- Are you okay, son? - Sure, no problem.
That's it!!
- What's wrong? - I can't take a dump.
I'm so uptight, you couldn't stick a toothpick up my ass.
Our last game against the Russkies... Just like it used to be.
Nothing is like it used to be.
Hungary! Hungary!
Come on, pass!
What's wrong with you?
Go on, take a rest!
This isn't Moscow!
Calm down! Don't let them get to you!
Tibi, help me!
Go cross over!
Nice save, Beci!
The cross-trick!
Karcsi! Swim across!
Hungary! Hungary!
Name?
Viktoria Falk.
Member of the Revolutionary Student Committee, right?
Do you mind if I call you Viki? You can call me..."Uncle Feri".
Do you know we have a mutual friend?
Karcsi Szabo, the handsome water polo player.
I want names, Viki. Names!
Names of the soldiers and policemen who gave you weapons.
The peasants who gave you food. The students who fought by your side.
A few names, Viki. A few names and you can be free.
Names, Viki. Their names!
Names, Viki! NAMES!
Hungary! Hungary!
Hey, are you blind?
Be careful!
Hey! What's he doing!!
You're dead meat!
- That asshole tried to rip off my trunks! - Let him choke on what's inside...
Karcsi! Swim back!
Shoot now, asshole, you're all alone!
- That signal is for you! - What?
Go, go! Get him!
That was a foul! That's not a goal!
What was that?
Russkies go home! Russkies go home!
Sit down!
I brought you lunch.
You must be hungry.
Home made, my wife cooked it.
Better than the slop they give you here.
And here's something else...
That famous good-luck watch.
I hope the boys win the Olympics.
But first...
I want that list of traitors, Viki.
STALIN, KHRUSHCHEV, JANOS KADOR, UNCLE FERI
God bless you.
God bless...
God be with you...
O, my God, the Magyar bless
With Thy plenty and good cheer!
With Thine aid his just cause press
Where his foes to fight appear
Fate, who for so long didn't frown
Bring him happy times and ways
Atoning sorrow hath weighed down
Sins of past and future days
Hungary! Hurrah!