"Then the past always turns out well. It becomes what it could have been
what men wanted it to be... " (Dezső Tandori)
- Stop scavenging!
- There's a pocket radio!
Don't be giddy! Self-esteem, mate!
Why do we look into it then?
Accumulator, construction waste, others. Or say, hazardous waste.
That goes back to the house.
You've never taken anything out of a dust-bin?
You have to overcome your nature!
Any scavengers in the family?
- What?!
Hey, Tutti! Watch this!
6:3 OR, PLAY IT AGAIN, TUTTI!
Good morning! Who is the boss?
- What is it? - A little clear out with haul.
Not our job.
Maybe... if it's not too much. Right, Tutti?
One or two dust-bins are enough. It wouldn't be 30 minutes for you.
Don't waste our time, missy!
Don't tell me you don't need a little extra money!
How much would you ask?
Take a look at it, at least!
So?
Where's that house?
Right here.
Guys, wait a little! Smoke a fag!
I'll be right back!
Of course...
- It's dead.
- Wait! I'll turn the lights on.
My grandfather was a little foolish in his last years.
We couldn't do anything about him.
See?
- This is not an easy job.
My mother told me that he used to be a kit man at...
At a team with red flag.
It's banner. It's Vörös Lobogó. Not the same.
What you've mentioned is a badge.
So? What's up?
Come on, come on, quick! Let's get going!
Unloading, guys! Get in!
Hey, Tutti! The shutter came off!
What happened?
Where were you before? Suburb? Downtown?
8. district. Práter, Baross, Teleki square.
But this is Zugló!
Private junk is put out here.
People don't like scavengers here.
What about the football pools, Tutti? Any fixes this round?
Of course! Sure thing, I've calculated with it!
It's useless to say that one or another is an away win.
No, no!
Once... once he was so pissed off about a result,
that he wanted to go back to the past week, to re-fill his ticket.
- Really? - Right, Tutti?
First I thought he was kidding. But he wasn't!
He took a day off to take care of it!
That's enormous!
- Right, Tutti?
- To take care of it!
Good afternoon! I'm here, I'm at it!
I'm Rezső Boksai, nice to meet you!
- But it's just Tutti! - Bea Král.
You came alone?
And what is the price?
- How much?
Pardon? What?
Well, if you are browsing the papers, there won't be any work.
Your grandfather must have been a great person! Outstanding!
Oh, quit that. When I or my mother visited him,
he didn't let anybody in here.
First, I thought, he is hiding a bankbook
or a treasure here.
But nothing.
Why do you think my grandfather was great?
Because everybody was great, who had anything to do with the Golden Team.
- All of them! To the last man! - What? Golden Team?
They smuggled gold? My grandfather?
Wrong guess, lady, but you are very young.
There were certain rumours. Sewing machine pins, nylons.
Real goldmines, but I won't...
What?
What've you found?
25 November, 1953.
I was born on that day.
And do you know what else happened on that day?
The England-Hungary match!
All right. Look, Tutti. I have an idea.
I'll leave now. You do the clear out,
and give the keys to the lady in the neighbour.
I meant five thousand forints for this job.
Is it okay?
- Goodbye. - See you!
December 3rd. I was a week old.
The pools.
Budapesti Dózsa-Szegedi Haladás. Home win.
Vörös Lobogó-Csepel. Draw. That must have been fixed.
Honvéd-Vasas. Away win. Puskás' team lost...?
For me, it's a home win.
Gellér, goalkeeper of Vörös Lobogó, gets the ball from Kocsis' head.
Lantos in the back.
The people of Budapest salute the winners of London.
The People's Stadium, the great achievement of the Five-Year Plan's is finished.
Signature off-hand. Hidegkuti giving his signature
from the train's window.
Signature off-hand. That's good!
Nándor Hidegkuti wore this shirt on the England-Hungary football match. 1953.
That is the treasure that old man was guarding so closely!
To Sanyi with love for the clean shirts! Nándor Hidegkuti
The no. 9 shirt.
- Heaven?
- An angel.
- Oh, my head.
- It's hell!
The shirt? Stolen?
Oh, my head.
Excuse me!
Sir!
Don't you happen to know how I got here?
Do you see me crystal clear?
Of course, I do.
Are you extras?
What?
Oh, my head.
- Szabad Nép?
- Antique papers?
Can I? Shall I take a look at it?
Go ahead.
Old paper, still feels so new.
Old?
Those are fresh.
Fresh?
Look! 25 November, 1953.
Today is the day of the England-Hungary game!
- Really? The country's been awaiting it for a month.
Bakáts sqaure?
ROMAN CATCHOLIC PRESBITERY OF FERENCVÁROS
The hospital!
That hospital!
Now things will be cleared up! Everything will be cleared up!
Helen!
Why the hell did you give him that nice winter coat?
I found it!
No eccentricity here!
You know, we're sharing in the evening. This is the rule here!
Now that guy has disappeared with my half of the coat!
We could have got twenty forints for it!
Where are you going, comrade?
- To see my mother, she'll give birth here. - No visitors allowed!
It'd be very important. Crucial.
No visitors allowed!
- Just tell me, if she's here.
- What's your name? - Tutti, pardon, Rezső Boksai.
Hallo. This is the porter.
Nurse. Would you check, if we have a patient with the name of...
- Boksai!
- Mrs. Boksai? - No, no, not Mrs. Not Mrs. Boksai. Mária Boksai.
Mother's name: Mária Boksai.
Thank you, nurse, thank you.
- So? - There are no comrades in the obstetrics ward by that name.
Go and have fun somewhere else!
Yes, nice joke. Just...
1953.
Excuse me! What about the England-Hungary game?
It begins at 3:15!
- As if you didn't know! Come on, get out of here!
Then where's my mother?
Surely her time hasn't come...
...my time.
It's a grand day my friend!
The Victory of the Century will happen today!
And I will be born!
Right at the moment of the final whistle at the Match of the Century,
I was born that very moment!
I was called Six-to-three for a while.
Come! Let me invite you for a spritzer. Any pubs nearby?
There are some. We usually go to Kinizsi.
Unbelievable!
I'll listen to the England-Hungary match live!
Is there a radio?
Of course.
The angel.
- Slap me! - What?
As you wish.
Shucks!
No way! To wake me up. To wake me up from this nice dream.
Come on! Quick, where's that pub?
- Helen!
We'd prefer not to go to the pub with the comrade.
Don't worry, I'll pay!
Come on!
Are you familiar with football?
You have no idea, what things I am familiar with.
I was ripping goose feather a month ago.
Don't take pride in that internation camp!
- What's the time? We'll miss the match! - 2:30.
- Let's go! - A supervisor may come.
And if he doesn't find us on the square we'll get in trouble!
- Tibor, don't worry too much! This comrade asked for the directions.
- Come on, quick! - This is also a part of our duty.
- We have to show him the pub.
I took out the day, too.
We'll be fine with these until the kick-off.
- Cheers! - Cheers!
Good afternoon, enjoy the match!
- Comrade.
- Two large spritzels and a small! - Freedom, comrades!
- Bring a receipt. - Pardon?
- Freedom! - Freedom, Tibor. Hi.
Receipt! From the cash-desk.
Oh, receipt! Of course! Receipt. I haven't heard it for a while! Receipt, receipt.
- Don't say 'Good afternoon'! - Why not?
Good afternoon! Receipts for two large and a small spritzle!
It's 8,55.
Excuse me, how much?
The two large ones are 6 and the small is 2,55.
8,55.
Only?
Wow, was the forint really so strong?
Very strong.
5,000 FORINTS
Sorry, I don't have change.
Stop kidding, please! 8,55.
Could somebody change 5,000 forints?
Thank you very much, milady!
It's Helen. Call me Helen.
Receipt. This scrap of paper?
I'm sorry it's out of fashion.
- Receipt, receipt, receipt, receipt. - Can I take a look?
Of course!
Here you are! Tell me, is there a radio somewhere?
Are you kidding me?
Your attention, please!
It's comrades!
Helen, stop kicking me, or else I'll wake up
and I really don't want to now.
Dear comrades!
I don't usually drink alcohol. I am simply not fond of it.
But let's raise our glasses to our glorious sons,
who will soon face the English lion!
I am so happy right now.
And if you are Hungarian, you'll follow me!
Grosics!
Buzánszky! Lóránt! Lantos! Bozsik! Zakariás! Budai II! Kocsis! Hidegkuti! Puskás! Czibor!
Let's go!
And what if we lose?
There you go! Let's make a bet. I bet we won't lose!
Come on! Just be brave and bet! Come on, come on, come on!
What do you say the final result'll be?
4-2.
No.
- 3-0. - 2-1 for us!
- 1-0.
- 3-2! - 4-3!
- 4-1! - 5-2!
- 5-4!
3-1 for us.
- We'll get a five. - Yeah!
- 6-4! - What? Pardon?
6-4?
Almost got it. But only almost!
Come on! Who bets a draw?
- Shut up! - Come on! Well? Come on, come on!
- Nobody?
Right! I like it.
- It'd be right for you to leave now. - No way, Helen
where would I listen the game?
Things're looking pretty grim for you. The cashier is already making a phone call.
- For me? - I'm afraid there'll be problems.
Come on!
Comrade!
Could you show me that banknote again?
Sure, of course. If I find it, I'll...
*Hear the workers' army marching Listen, their song is far echoing. *
*The light of the morning now covers the land, Shoulder to shoulder and hand to the hand. *
*Fly you burning, fiery red flag, Lead us through the darkest night!*
*Lead us to glory, and put your glory* - They're drunk.
*On the faces of the damned... * - Stop!
Wait a minute! Stop! Come back! Stop!
Stop! Stop!
- What a guy! - A queer fish.
*Fly you burning, fiery red flag, Lead us through the darkest night!*
*Lead us to glory, and put your glory On the faces of the damned. *
Helen! What's the time? I'll miss the match!
- Calm down. It's just 3:05. - Tell me, is there a betting shop nearby?
I've got next week's jackpot in my head!
We could post it together. What do you say?
Do you know you have a good sense of rhythm?
I enjoyed it very much!
Can you do the rock and roll?
I have to find my mother!
- Where's the hospital? - Which hospit...?
- And the match kicks off! - Come! We have to get out of here.
We need to find a betting shop, Helen!
Yesterday I bought 3 kilos of frozen pumpkin here.
You were lucky. We're out of it today.
My wife melted it in the evening, and then it only weighted 76 decagrams.
- Here! Measure it! - Stop it, comrade! I don't have time for this!
Do you want something?
Yes, 4,35 forints or 2,24 kilos of melted pumpkin.
Or the complaint book.
Oh, they have melted pumpkin?
It's yesterday's. I'm complaining because I paid three times its price.
We'll buy some cold cuts. Aren't you hungry?
- The match will start soon! - We won't miss anything, there is a radio everywhere.
- Here, too. - Where?
- That guy. - What is your problem, comrade?
Yesterday I bought 3 kilos of forzen pumpkin here.
You were lucky, we seldom have any.
My wife melted it in the evening and after
its weight was only 75 decagrams. I want the complaint book!
- We will miss the game because of you!
- Stop complaining! - Right!
- Why are you holding up the queue? - Don't complain now!
Calm down, comrades! There are people who don't respect anything.
Not even that the match of the year is about to start.
Comrades, we either criticize swindlers or we let them rob us.
Carbon paper?
- What's up in the front? - If they keep fumbling, we'll miss the match!
In a few minutes we'll get through to the Wembley Stadium in London,
and start broadcasting the Hungary-England football match.
György Szepesi is behind the microphone.
HUN-GA-RY! HUN-GA-RY!
HUN...!
What?! Aren't your Hungarians?! Are you ashamed of it?!
And those 11 guys? In London, in the arena?
Alone in the home of the enemy? Aren't they scared?!
They're scared for sure!
But they'll become heroes today! Heroes! They were! They are! They will be!
Because they feel, they know that the whole nation is behind them!
- And not just the party, and not just... - And not just Mátyás Rákosi,
the People's Front, the Peace Council! No! They hear the vocie of a nation inside them,
supporting them fiercely! For victory!
Do you call this supporting? I am ashamed.
- Let's go Hungary! - Let's go Hungary!
Let's go Hungary! Let's go Hungary! Let's go Hungary!
...a capital offence against people's democracy.
The weather, we were so concerned about in the past few days, is very friendly today.
Although, a short rain bathed the field yesterday...
Comrade Master! The crowd is shouting 'Let's go Hungary!' in the market!
What? But the match isn't under way yet.
- Trouble will come. - This is provocation.
- Well, if it is provocation, then let's go Hungary!
Now we shall listen to Szepesi.
- Let's go Hung...!
Let's go Hungary! Let's go Hungary! Let's go Hungary! Let's go Hungary!
Let's go Hungary! Let's go Hungary! Let's go Hungary!
Now listen to Szepesi, because we'll score a lovely goal in the 1st minute!
Comrade! That's fantastic! How aware and militant was your speech.
You are a new type of human!
In the factory we've just founded a Union for Working Youth Club.
- Would you be our leader? - You missed it, darling!
The comrade is already the leader of the Street Sweepers Party Committee Club.
Be a little more quiet! The match's starting!
Our players have carefully looked at the cleats.
To come through on the splendid... - Where's my pumpkin?
Although a little soft grass carpet... - It was on the counter!
Of the Wembley Stadium.
While I was filling my complaint, someone has stolen my pumpkin!
Stop this displeasing behaviour, please!
...and for the referee, the Dutch flag flies.
And now, in front of 105,000 spectators, the Hungarian anthem is played in Wembley.
*Extend over it your guarding arm During strife with its enemies*
*Long torn by ill fate Bring upon it a time of relief*
*This nation has suffered for all sins Of the past and of the future!*
Comrade Master! The National Anthem is sung in the market!
- Those are crazy! - The secret police will be here in a minute!
- That's provocation!
*O Lord, bless the nation of Hungary* - Hey... hey, are you mad?
*With your grace and bounty* - Mad? Are you all mad, comrades? Mad?
*Extend over it your guarding arm* My license will be withdrawn!
- Don't you get it?! *During strife with its enemies*
After the Hungarian Anthem, the orchestra plays the English Anthem.
What's on at the counter? No service?
Helen! We don't know the English Anthem, let's sing the Appeal instead!
- The Internationale. - Fine!
Dear comrades! We don't know the English Anthem,
let's sing Juventus instead! - Internationale!
Damn it, I always mix up these two teams!
*Arise, ye workers from your slumber, Arise, ye prisoners of want. *
*For reason in revolt now thunders, and at last ends the age of cant!*
Comrade Master! The Internationale is sung in the market.
- What? - The Internationale?
An unknown man.
- It's organized from above. - I told you it's provocation.
It's a luck, he's not here to listen to the match.
It would be the best to listen to Szepesi!
Turn it up!
...and this makes this grand contest even more enjoyable and exciting.
The two captains shook hands.
*Away with all your superstitions, Servile masses... *
Don't mess here, comrade!
Why? Is The Internationale banned?
The comrade is right! This is our most revolutionary song!
Go out to sing in the street! Not here!
You want to bet?
For what?
- We score in the first minute. Or not? - Impossible!
- Against England? - That'd be too good.
What a fool!
- How much? - Let's say 5,000... 5,000 forints.
My six-month salary.
The great arena is filled with the roar and rumble of 105,000 spectators.
To that corner. Hi! Good afternoon!
105,000 spectators are in the stadium. But they are not the only ones here.
Your are here, too, my dear listeners.
I can almost hear the heartbeat of the country.
The prompting of the workers in the factories and in the villages.
Play well, guys! Gain new sports glory to our country!
And to the millions of hoping listeners, sitting next to the radio,
- Leave him, it's starting! During this 90 minutes,
when the sports-loving community focuses its attention on the Hungary-England match,
they'll do their best to stand their ground with honour.
The players of the teams are doing excercises with ball now.
The ball now gets back to Hidegkuti and then the referee
calls both the ball and the players to the centre circle and in a few moments
our team starts the match of the century between Hungary and England.
It's 2:17 p. m. in London, when the ball goes to Kocsis
and then to Bozsik. Bozsik kicks it to Budai.
Budai takes the ball, now we're in the middle of the English half.
Kocsis with the ball - Listen, the first Hungarian goal is coming!
Hidegkuti will score after Bozsik's pass. Listen!
Bozsik, then Zakariás, then back to Bozsik.
Now Hidegkuti with the ball, Hidegkuti dribbless.
Now he shoots. Goal! - Goal!
Super! - Super!
It's 1- 0 for us! - Goal!
An 18- yard shot from Hidegkuti! - Goal!
- Goal! One-nil! - It's impossible to listen to the match,
if the comrade announces the goal in advance! - Goal!
- Come on, let's celebrate together! - Get out!
Or shut your mouth!
Comrade! You see the future in advance? What do you say to the young peace fighters?
Can we expect a shift? I live in this house.
Comrade! The youth should take
language courses instead of peace campaigning. Say, English, German, French.
The borders will open in no time. Circa 3 years. Excuse me, the match!
Hidegkuti with the ball, he passes through the half-way line, now passes to Czibor,
Czibor rushes with the ball, runs, runs, runs, when Ramsey puts him down.
But the referee doesn't whistle... - Come, we have to get out of here!
- Pst! The match! - Come!
Helen! The... What are you doing? But... Here... Helen! The match! Helen!
The referee blows his whistle for a foul.
A freekick is awarded... - Helen, the match is on!
- Hurry up! Sewell shoots ahead! There is Zakariás.
He passes the ball back and now it's with Grosics. Good, good!
Helen, what are you doing? Where are we going?
Helen, but I want to listen to the match. Helen!
But... Helen, what else shall I do instead of listening to the broadcast?
I just mean well! They're after you.
I don't know where you came from, but I know where you'll be taken!
Me? Where'd they take me? I didn't do anything!
It doesn't matter here, whether you did anything!
- What's your name? - Rezső Boksai, Tutti, at your service!
They can take you for this, you see? It's never evident, why people are taken.
And you made the people sing the National Anthem.
Like you came from the Moon.
- Can you hear it? Bozsik with the ball, he dribbles.
The England-Hungary match! The match of the century is on!
When his pass isn't good, Wright gets the ball, and now Robb on the left wing.
Helen! Two things were on my mind in my whole life.
First: to get to know my mother. And the second: what...
What this match was like!
Listening to it live as Szepesi is roaring in the radio!
As every Hungarian heart beats together when the ball hits the post!
- What a victory! - Victory?
How do you know Hungary will win?
Helen! You are completely sympathetic to me!
I haven't even consider so far, what was women like
back then - now, actually.
Did they wear a bra? Did they use the lipstick?
Did they use any make-up?
I haven't considered.
Do you wear a bra?
- Oh, my God!
The equalizing goal is coming! And I just keep dallying here!
Where are you going? Wait!
He blocks the ball and now he goes with it!
Zakariás is ahead to the English half. He kicks it to the other side
to Hidegkuti, now it's Puskás...
Master Adler! Leave it! We'll...
Hidegkuti shoots, wide!
Continue after the match!
The boys are playing well, what a joy to watch, my dear listeners!
Good afternoon, you've got a radio in here?
Budai puts the ball down, the Hungarian forwards inside, Hidegkuti on the 6- yard line.
The ball is bent in now, Kocsis jumps and heads it!
It's that guy!
But it's not strong enough, so Merrick, the English goalkeeper
catches it.
Comrades! Who wants to bet with me? A beautiful Hungarian goal is coming!
Hidegkuti scores. But! Will the referee award it or not?
Come on! 10 to 1, who bets me? Excuse me!
But there is the English right halfback, Wright with the ball now!
Passes to Mortensen, Mortensen to the left inner Sewell,
who comes forward as the inside right, now Mortensen, very dangerous!
Bravo, Lantos is calm, he tackles the English player
and now our attack comes along. Hidegkuti with the ball now.
Hidegkuti to Puskás, the English defense is in ruins now!
Öcsi to Hidegkuti now, Hidegkuti shoots, goal!
Goal!
No, no. Comrades! No goal.
Oh my God, a goal like this! What on earth is the referee doing now!
The referee is against us! Things are not looking good, comrades!
We are to get one soon! Unfortunately.
How could they score with Grosics in the goal?!
Stop it now! An English goal?!
Please! Come on, let's bet!
But this isn't a gambling hall!
Can't you notice, that we are not interested in you?
Of course!
But you can't stop it! The English goal.
We are getting to the penalty area again, Hidegkuti at the box at the moment,
tries to pass to Kocsis, but the push pass is captured by Johnston, who rushes ahead
with the ball, now it's difficult! Now Matthews has the ball,
then Mortensen, he passes to Sewell, Sewell shoots, goal!
*This sad old song stabs in my heart, tears are running down forthright. *
- Stop it! - Who are you and what do you want?
Tutti, respectfully! And a little setting, please.
Tutti? But we don't receive any more costumers today!
- We'll make a complaint at the Traders' Federation! - Right!
But here we come again, Budai with the ball, he passes to Kocsis, Kocsis to Puskás,
Puskás tries to pass, but there are two defenders. Kocsis still has the ball.
Kocsis dribbles and tries to shoot but he can't. Now it's Bozsik.
Comrades! The second goal is coming! Listen!
- What do you think we're doing?! - The dear guest should hold his tongue!
Puskás passes to Hidegkuti while lying on the ground and he smashes it in!
- Shut up! - Listen!
Now Puskás! Puskás falls among the defenders! No, the ref doesn't whistle,
but now it's Hidegkuti. Shoots! Goal! - Goal! Goal!
- We can't listen to the match like this! - Goal! Goal!
You'll fly out of here, like a clearance shoot!
- Calm down, comrade! - Now come on!
- Let's sing the song, mate! - You won't sing anything here!
- Get out, mate! - What's this? The hooligan firm?
- Out of here! - Go to hell!
- Get out!
- Comrades! - Match killer!
The score is 2- 1 for us, but we are much better in play!
So then... Helen! I am not dreaming!
This is the real world! Helen!
Why do you need to get us kicked out from everywhere?
Helen! Where should I listen to the match now?
I just wanted to celebrate with them!
Helen!
What the hell did you think when you left that wagon there?!
- You're on probation! Forgotten?! - Ok, Ok, you don't have to yell!
I missed 3 goals because of you!
And you should leave that idiot. Dozens of cops are after him!
Here's the wagon! Now you look after it!
Budai goes after him and gets the ball! Now Puskás. Puskás to Bozsik.
Bozsik with a trick, now we're in the English half.
Now Kocsis with the ball, he passes to Budai,
Budai in the box again! Now cross the ball!
Hidegkuti has it and Kocsis shoots! The defenders block the ball!
A great shot from Kocsis. The ball was going to the right corner
cut out by Ramsey over the sideline.
Now it's a throw-in, taken by Puskás.
- Helen! What? Where are you going? - To Gellért Bath.
- To the bath now? The match is on! - My room-mate is the usherette there.
We take dinner from there.
- So? Are you coming? They have a radio, too. - Really? Why haven't you told it earlier?
Thank you, Helen!
May I? We'll get there earlier this way! Come! Quick, Helen!
Slow down a little!
Helen! You are very nice. If the match of the century weren't on now,
I'd really love to take you to Tabán! Ah, I'd really love to!
If you like! Roll me to the Tabán, Tutti!
I am over 40 and I haven't taken any woman to Tabán.
Would you think, Helen? You'd be the first!
OK then! Turn right at the end of the bridge!
It's on the way. I know a decent inn! Forget about that bloody football, Rezső!
Helen! May I?
How can you say something like forgetting about that bloody football?
And the other thing. I prefer to be called Tutti, or Six-to-three.
You know, this stuck on me in the hospital, where my mother left me.
Do you know why I am here? To find out, who my mom is.
Everybody laughed at me. They told me, it's stupid to think about going to the past.
And putting the pools right. And look! Here I am! Here!
And I can listen to the England-Hungary match live!
OK, calm down, Tutti. We'll talk about your mother during dinner.
The match! Get back quickly! Puskás scores the next goal!
That is the most beautiful one!
I'll miss the goal!
The outside left tackles him, Budai wins the ball and takes it,
two defenders after him! Now Eckersley chases him
and tackles beautifully, what a great tackle from Eckersley!
What's up, what's the score? How many goals we have?
It's 2- 1, Hungary is attacking now.
Now he passes the ball to Sewell. Now the inside left crosses the half-line,
another dangerous attack! Sewell with the ball, Lóránt chases him.
A sliding tackle, lovely tackle! Bravo, Lóri!
Comrade! You are probably doing your daily, regular activity,
which is usually not a problem, but, say, the match of the century is going on!
- Go to hell, comrade! Helen! - Halmi!
*Oh, my Helen! Oh, my Helen!*
- Do you know each other? - I see him for the first time.
- Helen, did you undress? - I brought you a speedo from the rental.
- You could use a little bathing. - Speedo?
Puskás with the trick, shoots, goal!
Goal!
- Goal!
- We scored against the bourgeois!
- So, won't you swim with me? - What are you doing here?
Nothing. *Oh, my Helen! Oh, my Helen! Oh, my Helen!*
*See, see, see, now see, Bourgeois wants even more. *
*More, more, more and more! Wreck is your destiny!*
*See, see, see, now see, Bourgeois wants even more. *
*See, see, see, now see... *
- Who's that guy? - No idea. I've met him an hour ago.
- Besides, he's a very nice man. *More, more, more and more!*
*Bourgeois wants even more. * - Really? Her mother must be real chanting.
*See, see, see, now see... * - I don't know how,
but he announces the goals in advance. But the most interesting of all is that
he has a 5,000 forints bank note which seems totally real.
*More, more... * - Comrade! You are full of fantastic energy.
- Won't you put on that speedo? - Brother! Listen! The fourth goal is coming!
Grosics jumps, he drops the ball! Oh, he gets it on the second try!
The fourth goal is coming! Who wants to bet?
- From a free-kick! - Comrade! We aren't interested in you!
Budai is hit, Bozsik Cucu takes the free-kick, Puskás touches the ball
and a goal! Listen!
- Shut your mouth, mate!
Kocsis receives the ball - Damn it!
After the throw-in, he passes to Puskás, Puskás gets going from the half-line!
He plays Budai, Budai runs with the ball! Eckersley tries to stop him
with a sliding tackle. The referee awards a free kick for Hungary.
Fault, fault! Bozsik Cucu is coming!
So this is a free kick for Hungary, around 25 yards from
Merrick's goal. Bozsik prepares to shoot the ball, sends it towards Puskás,
no, it's a shot, Puskás touches the ball, it's a goal!
Goal, goal!
- Master! - Brothers, goal! Goal!
- Goal-killer! - Get out of here! Grab him!
- Comrades! - No! Don't hurt him, comrades!
- Hooligans! Comrades! No! No!
- Swim a little, mate! - We can finally listen to the radio.
- Get out of here!
- Help me! Help me! - Come! I'm here, I'll help.
- What if I can't swim?! Cause I can't! - Come!
Everybody is excited now. Come, come, come. Right.
- What happened? - Shame on you!
- Are you being kicked out from here, too?
- Come. We'll get dry.
The English player touched the ball, too. Oh, I saw a goal, but it went wide,
because Ramsey came cross and the ball went wide from his leg.
These are the golden years of Hungarian sport, my friend.
Golden age. Golden team.
Do we have some brandy?
- For him? - Him and me.
Bringing!
Passes ahead! How he rushes with the ball, when he gets it back!
He plays like the devil! Passes back to Lantos!
Lantos in the middle of the English half. Now to Puskás.
This match is very important. Very-very important.
- Why? - Why... What a question.
This is the Match of the Century. There won't be anything like that. Never!
Is this note real?
- Helen! What's the result? - The result? The police is here!
Come on, quick! I know an exit! Come on, come on!
Where? But Helen, my clothes!
Pull this over your head! Come quick!
- Where are we going? - Helen! What's this running for?
Tutti, come quick! Lay in this! Pretend to be laundry!
But I've just bathed!
What now?
I came here to see you!
Then you do have some spare time. Come, help me!
A friend of mine lives here, a writer. We'll stop by and get some clothes!
Say, could we hurry? We'll get a goal, and then half-time.
- Are you here, Helen? - Here, here. Where'd I be, Tutti?
Right!
- Are you two hanging around? - If it wasn't for this stupid match,
we'd be in Tabán for dinner now. Right, Tutti?
How can you say "stupid match", Helen?!
Just so you know, comrade, Helen was my fiancée twice!
*Oh, Helen! Oh, Helen!* - Don't frustrate me, Halmi!
This song is pre-war. Then I fell for him again after the war.
- But don't hope for another war! - When will you leave this bullshit,
this street sweeping? You should have gone back to the institute!
I realized, it doesn't matter what I do. I'm out on the fresh air at last.
Anyway, don't care about me!
I can stand on my own feet! You're ridiculous!
Helen, let's go, we'll miss it!
- So... Come on, help her! - Come on, Halmi!
- Don't you see she's struggling here? - This poor man will catch cold in the end.
- And I'd be very sorry for him. - I don't mind that, but the match, Helen!
The match!
He dribbles himself inside, still has the ball!
Now crosses with his left to the other side, header, wide! Grosics made a fantastic
save by this Robb-header! - Oh my God! They are here!
Bravo, Gyula Grosics! Rounds of applause! - Stay here, I'll check it.
It was a lovely header, and an even more beautiful save! Like a tiger!
The corner is bent, Lóránt heads away. Dickinson has the ball!
I can see no cars.
- They don't always stop in front of the house. - Even during the England-Hungary game!
- Come on, it's impossible! - Why are you so nervous?
I didn't cry in the session of the writers guild, held after Stalin's death.
- It was noticed! - Well. That was a mistake.
It's Halmi. From The Daffodil Inn.
Hello! Sorry to trouble you.
This might be a quite unusual situation. Tibor, my friend needs some clothes.
What? Aren't you listening to the match?
He can't trick Johnston, - We'll get one in no time!
Johnston passes ahead to Robb. - What? Of course we won't!
The outisde left Robb gets beyond Buzánszky, but he plays himself too long.
- Dou you want to make a bet? The ball goes through for a throw.
The Englishman... uhm... Mortensen. Buzánszky's beaten. Unfortunately. Lórant was there, too. Short circuit.
A throw-in for the English team. The ball is crossed, now it's
Mortensen, he breaks through Lóránt, Buzánszky is there,
Mortensen shoots! Goal!
- Damn! - There. But there is nothing to worry about!
- What are you doing?! - How did you know?
How did the comrade know about the goal?
Please, concentrate on the game! Although no more goals in this half,
but there'll be very exciting attacks for our boys! May I?
And now, when Hungary is 4-2 ahead, the referee...
- Who's that madman? - Helen found him this afternoon.
- Helen Kaiser, street sweeper. - How do you do.
- Internated. - Freedom.
This guy knows all goals beforehand. He got the whole game in his head.
Got it!
- What an evil plan! - Evil? This is just a poor chap.
Don't you see? The broadcast is recorded!
The match has been played earlier, and now they are broadcasting the recording.
- They waited, if Hungary could win! - Then...
- We'll win! - We won!
I think this situation is rather weird. Have you ever seen a 5000 forint note?
The English left-winger, Robb jumped like a basketball player.
- He wanted to pay in the pub with this. - The Central Bank of Hungary, 1993.
The English keeper kick off, right to Bozsik! Bozsik shoots from long range!
It's play money.
I haven't seen a play money with water-mark on it.
Isn't there anything to drink?
It is really an interesting print.
He wanted to make the best of this opportunity.
Tell me!
But the ball went wide.
Can you always tell the sure winner? We could go to the horse-race on Saturday!
The old coat of arms is on it, I guess it's from 1893, it's printing mistake.
We used krone back then.
- Or he drew it. - Or it's real.
Just kidding.
An English attack again! Hidegkuti misses the ball, now it's Wright!
What, you have a radio in there, too?
- The first half isn't over yet! - I have a question for the comrade.
Do you know the final score?
Well um... Being fair, I won't answer this question. But!
We won't be disappointed. As a matter of fact, we'll be very proud of the team!
- He knows! - Are you serious? How would he know?
Tutti, what will happen after the match?
The ball is crossed! Merrick gets it with one hand!
Well, um... we will lose the final of next year's world cup.
Matthews has the ball. Be careful! Taylow now, he passes ahead!
It's difficult to talk about it. It hurts.
Wright again. What a pressing by England!
The team forced to get off the train in Tatabánya, to avoid lynching
at Western Railway Station. - Stop being ridiculous!
How could Hungary be beaten, we haven't lost in the past 3 years!
At least we don't know about it.
- Are you sportsmen? - No, we are writers!
Ah, writers! Well! I will learn you in school.
- Very nice, I can tell you! - What's your problem with us?
Oh, I know you! So that's why you were so familiar!
I drew you a beard in my coursebook!
And I coloured your teeth, because you were grinning in my book so stupidly!
- My teeth? - And I failed because of your
bloody biography in 8th grade! - What?
- That's nonsense! - I didn't like your writings!
Especially the ones, written around the counterrevolution.
- What counterrevolution? - Pardon, revolution!
- What revolution? - Place your bets!
Home win: revolution, away win: counterrevolution.
Come on! Pardon! Draw: popular uprising. But this doesn't pay.
Say, aren't you the Kossuth-prize winner poets, who will salute
the homecoming team with your fervid poems?
And when will this revolution take place?
October. 1956.
What chaos it was.
For about 2 weeks.
Many people die, many.
The ones who survive, those... Those are hanged, or...
What the hell are you talking about?
- This is a complete insane. - Provocateur!
Oh.
What? Aren't your interested in the match of the century?
It will be the last episode, we can ever be proud of!
We'll have around 40 years, just neck-deep in shit!
Well, now I really want you to leave, there you go!
- Let him go! - But where would I listen to the match?
- I don't care, I'm fed up with this talk!
We just came here, to borrow some clothes from you.
Don't have any now. This way, please! It was very nice to meet you.
Come on, Helen, don't screw around here! Writers, poets. Men of culture!
My dear Halmi, this was not a good idea, this guy is a provocateur!
- Come on, Helen! We'll be late!
Do you want to bring the secret police on me?
Instead of looking for my mother, I am messing with these culture guys.
- Phone me in advance next time! - How did you get a telephone?
- It goes with the Kossuth-prize. - Of course.
Did they offer you anything? Not even a chair!
Write a poem for the Golden Team!
No surprise I failed them! Come!
Go to hell!
Isn't there a place in this damn city,
where you can listen to the match undisturbed?
For what? You know every goal, don't you?
Comrade Halmi. I'm starting to think, that you're supporting England!
Master! You left! You impressed me very much!
I decided to know you better! Here is the brandy, too!
Comrade! Since you've shone up in the market, I'm a new person!
- It'd be better to leave, Tutti! - And is there a radio, Helen?
- Let's go to the Daffodil, it's near! - What? Why?
Thanks! More than 3 comrades in one place is a political gathering!
But... but we'll fall behind! I'll follow the master!
Me, too!
- Little brandy? A sip? - No. Never during a match!
Come on, Helen! Let's go, let's go!
- Wait!
Helen!
The truth is, we are really sorry, that... And at the same time we offer you this...
You treated us, as we were some street sweepers. Let's go my friends!
We just want you to talk us about that revolution.
You will see!
Just tell us, are the Soviets going to leave?
Why would they? They will have the whole world!
Didn't you want this? *So comrades, come rally, * Let's go, Helen!
*And the last fight let us face. The Internationale, *
*Unites the human race. *
- What's up, aren't you cheering the team? - We'd be interested in the guy.
- Really? Interesting! - Something seems to be wrong.
- Would you mind coming back to talk a little? - I don't think that's a good idea!
Policemen! Quick, stand in the cart!
- Take a heroic pose! - Quick, Tutti, get on your knees!
- Come on, come on! - Me? For what?
- 7 minutes till the second half. - We'll get back, calm down,
Hey Géza, look! What are they carrying?
Let's take a look at it!
Stop!
- Freedom! - Freedom!
What is being carried on the cart?
A statue. We've just got it from the sculptor.
- What kind of statue?
Pointing towards the future. We'll replace the hateful one pointing towards the past.
It will be unveiled in the park, before the Party Committee.
You Géza, look! It looks alive.
- Our country's art is this developed! - It's like, it's alive!
By the guidance of Soviet comrades.
Excuse me, do you know whether the second half has started?
- Still got 5 or 6 minutes. - Thank you!
No problem!
- Freedom! - Freedom!
At least these artists now make plain statues.
There is a statue at our housing estate. Two cubes and a hole.
Its name is... its name is... The found child or whatever.
It's 4- 2 to Hungary, my listeners. It's 4-2 for us, but, alas,
I have to tell you, that we have a very difficult 45 minutes ahead.
The guys are striving lovely, as they are expected by our working people.
Tünde, can I get my coffee, at last? The second half is starting!
- Good evening! The match? - Hey!
- Where's the radio? The match? - Hey!
How dare you come in here wearing a table-cloth?!
Leave him, Tündi! He's my guest.
- What's this? What's with all these people? - The coatroom is compulsory!
Listen! Hidegkuti passes to Kocsis
- The fifth Hungarian goal is coming! Kocsis tries to get through the defenders,
but three of them are in front of him. - Shut up during the game, understood?
- Coatroom! Coatroom is compulsory!
He can't shoot, passes back to Puskás. And now the ball is taken away from him, too.
Bozsik runs for it and gets it before the base line. He crosses it...
- Here he is! - I told you, didn't I?
- Coatroom!
The ball hits the post and roll to Budai! How unlucky! Now it is Bozsik
again at the box, he shoots! - Goal!
Goal!
- Goal! Goal! - Damn, you can't listen to the match.
- Goal! Goal! Goal! - That is unbelievable.
But then Bozsik's left-foot shot
I have no idea, how he does this.
Went straight to the top right corner of the goal!
Listen! This guy might have come from the future.
- Stop being silly! This is a provocateur!
And the match is a recording!
But if he does. If he does know the future. Then we have to kill him immediately!
- Are you serious? - What?
Are you crazy?
Our friend will be arrested by the state security in an hour at most.
- Much earlier! Right after the match! - It's a wonder he hadn't been taken in yet!
An informant like him would be very precious for the government, don't you see?
Suppose this lad is not crazy. And we'd have a revolution in 1956.
- Whatever! - Fine, just suppose!
But if those find out, we'll have everything but a revolution! You see now?
- Revolution? Here? Bullshit! - And how do you kill him? With a rhyme?
I'll be right back!
- Comrade! Do you really see the future? - What? What future?
I don't see any future! I see the past. But I see it well!
Now Wright, the right halfback runs for the ball.
Will anyone want to make a bet with me when the next..
The defenders are there, with the forwards, they also help, Hidegkuti, too.
Does anyone happen to have a pools ticket?
- I have a ticket.
Helen, mute the radio, I'll let you know when the sixth one will come!
Would the comrade fill it with me? I have solid tips! So?
- This is not the story about the 12 hits! - If we win, two thirds will come to me!
- For the ticket! - Now, come on! Quick, quick!
- He knows the jackpot! - God! He may!
What's the first one?
- Budapesti Dózsa-Szegedi Haladás. - Home win, go on!
- Vörös Lobogó-Csepel. - Draw, go on!
What?! How could it be a draw? Lobogó is much better, it's a home win!
Csepel hasn't lost this year! I think it's an away win!
Draw, that's for sure. Go on!
- Honvéd-Vasas. - Away win, go on!
Don't write that in!
Comrades, the master knows! Believe him! But it can be a home win.
- Draw at most, but no way it's an away win!
- Are you mad?! - It can't be, impossible!
- It's a draw, if I say! - But Puskás...
- No way! - Not against Honvéd!
- Shut up! - They can't lose at home!
- It can't be an away win, it can't! - No, it's out of question!
- I have a guess, too! - Come to the shed!
- No, they can't lose! - How could it be an away win? Believe me!
Come! Put this robe on in the office, they'll think you're
a messiah in this sheet! - Helen! How much is the jackpot now?
A million at least, isn't it?
It was reported several times! First around Kálvin square, then in Gellért Bath.
- And now in the Daffodil Inn. He's dangerous! - Hello? Hello? He...
- Two policemen saw him as a living statue on Ménesi street.
He disguised himself as a statue!
Understood! Then Kocsis, he heads it to Puskás,
now we're at the box! Puskás lifts the ball! - Hold, please!
Hidegkuti shoots, goal! Gooaal!
- What is the person doing now? - He is very suspicious.
More and more people are here. It's a political gathering type of situation! Understood!
He shot the ball from the 6-yard box into the middle of the goal!
And this happens in the 8th minute of the second half. It's 6-2 now!
- Give me the coin! 6-2 in England, in the home of football!
- Pardon? - Broken for 6 months. Gives the coin back.
- I paid the 60 fillérs for it. - And you made the call, didn't you? Where is it?
Helen!
Do you know the old hit... From my favourite album. Women don't know it.
*Leaves don't burgeon on the trees, If there is no sunshine. *
*There is no roses on the rosebush, If summertime does not arrive. *
*That's how things go in the world, That is our souls true word, *
*A little sunshine, a little summer is what make things better. *
*And the heart... And the heart... *
*The heart's like a tiny shell, Like a weak and little frame*
*Watch out, be nice to it!*
Helen it's fantastic! Aren't you married? Are you single?
*Kindness worths a lot, It can get right to the heart. *
*This is the pattern. *
*As a spot of love is Less than nothing *
*And it's enough for a heart's living. *
*The heart's like a tiny shell, Like a weak and little frame*
*Watch out, be nice to it!*
England attack now! Mortensen would head the ball,
but Grosics goes for the ball. He drops it! A shot! It hits the post!
And the referee awards a penalty! Gyula, Gyula, Gyula, Gyula!
What have you done... The Hungarian defence made a mistake again
and now it's a penalty, a goal, a goal. Ramsey takes the penalty. Shoots. Goal!
What's wrong Tutti?
What a pity about this penalty.
What happened?
What? Are you sick?
Stand up!
Please! We should do something! I guess the time is near for this woman.
- Comrades, shouldn't we pay? - What happened?
Now come on!
Wait, I'll bring somebody!
Helen!
Don't go... I'm dying.
- No, you're not! - I'll bet you!
Please, I just bought her a drink.
We live in the same street, I didn't even know, she was pregnant!
- Of course. Does anyone have a car? - Gyula, get up!
- Come on, it's just a sidecar.
Tutti is sick, he fell down in the office!
- Really? So he's not ill in the future. - Please stop kidding, it's serious! Come!
- Take her to the sidecar! - Come on, get up!
- Gyula, the hospital on Bakáts square is the closest!
- Bakáts square... - Hold on for a little more!
- You'll be there soon! - Just a little! We'll be quick!
What happened to my dear master?
- Not an accident, I hope!
- Can I bring something? - The penalty?
- Done. - 6-3!
That's it. Final result. Over. The end.
You heard it! No more goals! Football is over, orders, please!
My dear Halmi, start earlier! Some may leave then.
Music surcharge from now on! What can I bring you?
*Come on, baby, how swell is this beguine, The girls is shaking after an hour of dancin'.*
*These are the steps of Miss Bindula, The dance takes you as the Vistula, *
*Everybody alive, fall in love with the beguine! Beguine! Beguine!*
*Come on, baby, how swell is this beguine, Tomorrow the clean-up will all be done dancin'*
*When winter comes, I don't need the fur, Do the beguine, rumba won't kill her, *
*And I believe the house'll fall to rum darlin'.*
*Come on, baby, how swell is this beguine, The girls is shaking, after an hour of dancin'.*
There is not a single knife in this bloody inn.
- What's this? - Just in case!
Also given along with the Kossuth-prize?
*Tomorrow the clean-up will all be done dancin'*
*When winter comes, I don't need the fur, Do the beguine, rumba won't kill her, *
*And I believe the house'll fall to rum darlin'. Beguine! Only the beguine!*
- And where to wheel the future now? - How should I know, figure out something!
It's like taking out a child for a walk.
It's just grown a little.
Will you stop your disgusting jokes?!
I can't have a baby, and you know that very well!
Please stop this private dispute!
No-one is interested in your love-life!
- We're interested in the future! - We want to know what will happen to us!
And what will happen to him? Aren't you interested in that? Tell me!
- There you go, I hand him over! Come, take him and ask him out!
Come on, here is your future, take him!
The time has come. Do it!
Wait! Wait, I just offered you my gun.
Here! I've just oiled it! Come on.
- Who believes in this bullshit anyway? - OK, give it to me! I'll do it.
Somebody has to do it! Is this the safety here?
There it is!
- The other one! - No, that one!
Ok, ok, ok, I just don't want to screw it up.
History is full of screwed up assassinations.
Lenin. Hitler. Future. Crap!
- Look out, a policeman! - Let's move!
And now?
I don't need your help! I'll handle this myself!
Wait! Why do you bother so much with this guy?
He's my fiancé. For the record, he asked me to marry him!
*Oh, my Helen, oh, my Helen, Her blue eyes as mysterious, *
*As the sea at Tangier, My heart keeps beating stronger. *
And me? What about me, Helen?
Master! Where will the workers of the world unite? I want to be there!
We found out nothing. Furthermore we missed the match, too.
Let's go. The master's waiting for you. The shave.
- What a shaving cream! - It's the master's secret!
The only thing he won't give them. He said, he'll take it to the grave.
Let's hope, he won't be arrested. I give it back.
It wasn't loaded anyway.
- You are an idiot! - At least, you wouldn't tell us!
- He was just a confused utopian. - Such an idea, a revolution! For what?
- Still, I'll raise this issue in the writers union. - For what?
- To clean it up, should something really happen.
Where there is repression, There is repression.
What's this?
I have to submit a poem about the Korean repression, and only this came to my mind.
*Fellow, let's sing about our lovely homeland, Our cradle rocked and our mother raised us here. *
*Sing our songs on the endless plains, which shed on us their treasures of galore. *
*This land is ours, forests and fields, The spikes and the flowers yielding for us. *
*Fellow, let's sing about our lovely homeland, Let the song fly through mountains and valleys. *
*This land is ours, forests and fields, The spikes and the flowers yielding for us. *
*Fellow, let's sing about our lovely homeland, Let the song fly through mountains and valleys. *
I wish I knew, how I got into this situation.
I must be crazy! Where the hell shall I take you?
I live in a flat, I can't take you there. Half an hour ago you were so lively
I couldn't handle you. Now what?
- Do you feel better, Tutti?
Ok, fine. I'll have to take you to the hospital.
- Helen... - Now.
- But where is a hospital here? - Helen...
- I love you. It's so good to be here. - Bakáts square. That is the closest.
- No... not there. - Now come on!
- Before anything bigger trouble. - The Tabán... Let's go to the Tabán!
- Come, Tutti! - Helen...
Quick! You're in a very bad shape.
- Stand here! - Helen.
I don't want... I don't want to do this again.
- Look out! - Helen...
- Recline upon me! - I don't want to go in, Helen.
Oh, Helen.
Puskás crosses the half-way line, then it's Czibor again.
Czibor now in the middle of the English half.
And Buzánszky runs back with the ball into the box,
then back-passes to Gellér. - Freedom! It's urgent!
When there's only 3-4 minutes left from the game and it's 6-3 to Hungary.
- Urgent! The ball flies to Puskás...
Helen.
No heart...
The heart's like a tiny shell, Like a weak and little frame.
The heart's like a tiny shell,
Like a weak and little frame.
The heart's like a tiny shell, Like weak and little frames.
Now captures the ball right on the half-way line,
when 1-2 minutes left of the game and we're 3 goals ahead.
The ref is looking at his watch, when Ramsey kick the ball ahead,
and then the match is over! - We won!
- Yes! We won! What a great victory!
People! Five women have gone into labour during the game!
Hurry up, comrades! We need to fulfill the plan! Go, go. Hurry up!
Come on, comrade! Will you? Please!
- Puskás passed to Hidegkuti while lying on the ground, now that was a lovely goal!
- Imagine the ref awarding that goal, it'd be 7-3!
- He was against us, he was a capitalist referee!
Please, go in! Young mothers should rest! Go, go!
- And the penalty? Ah, I don't understand.
*The heart's like a tiny shell, *
- Yes, the baby's coming. Right, we're almost done.
*The heart's like a tiny shell, * Nurse!
- What are you doing here? - I brought a sick man in.
- No visitors allowed! - Where are you going?
Stop! Just have a look at him! Please!
Stop, please!
Excuse me! Didn't you see a man going out in underwear?
Nobody went out here! Leave the hospital, please!
Write a beautiful poem for the Hungarian team, which will prompt them
towards new, bigger successes until the World Cup,
next year's World Cup in Switzerland! And now the Hungarian and the English
players form a line in the middle of the pitch. 12 happy Hungarian players
stand there. 12, because Gellér and Grosics are both there.
Applause is heard, and they wave happily to the little Hungarian group.
And we are happy, too, dear listeners! I think, there would be a very nice
evening at home, and for this night, for today's unforgettable, great success
I wish you, dear listeners, joy and much pleasure!
Be happy, let's cheer, that the Hungarian national team
won a 6-3 victory against England, here, in the Wembley,
after a lovely game.
*Red Csepel, lead our army, Váci street, answer it!*
*Transdanubia, Great Plain now together, Our words will rock it, rock it. *
*Come on, baby, how swell is this beguine, Tomorrow the clean-up will all be done dancin'*
Nurse, freedom! A very weak man in a very bad shape
was brought in here two days before during the England-Hungary...
- Please, I'm busy! What's his name? - Tutti... pardon Rezső Boksai.
I checked every hospitals in Pest, but he wasn't hospitalized anywhere.
That's why I came back, hoping that you may know something about him.
Yes, we have a Rezső Boksai, he's being breast-fed right now. In that room.
Breast-fed?
It must be some mistake!
Freedom! I don't know if I'm in the right place, I'm looking for a sick man.
I don't know. I'm just the wet nurse.
Yes, I see, it's a mistake. I'm sorry. Freedom!
- It's terrible, how irresponsible some mothers are. Do you have children?
- It's OK. Eat little baby.
Imagine, he was born and then left alone. Poor little boy. State care is your destiny.
Mothers like this should be hanged!
- I'd adopt him, but we already have 4 kids at home.
Little Rezső. What mommy does, is basic service.
Water, electricity, canal, garbage. Basic service. You see, my son?
Yes, I see!
- Without these, metabolism would stop, life would stop, you see?
And the good air in addition.
What daddy does, that doesn't make any sense.
Furthermore in cigarette smoke every evening.
- Daddy, play the accordion! - Let's go! Cheer up mommy!
- What shall we play? - The Helen, the Helen!
No! Not that one!
*Oh, my Helen, oh, my Helen, Her blue eyes as mysterious, *
*As the sea at Tangier, My heart keeps beating stronger. *
*Oh, my Helen, oh, my Helen, Her blue eyes as mysterious, *
*As the sea at Tangier, My heart keeps beating stronger. *
*I'm waiting for you, my silly, my scatty little Helen!*
*I'm waiting for you day by day, 'cause I know you do love me. *
*Oh, my Helen, oh, my Helen, she live in the middle of Ferencváros, *
*my joint tenant beauty, the internated girl. *
*I buy a ticket and go to you, If your eyes smile, I'm all over you. *
*Her nice little room heated where an angel waiting for me. *
*That beautiful girls waits for me. *
*Oh, my Helen, oh, my Helen, Her blue eyes as mysterious, *
*As the sea at Tangier, My heart keeps beating stronger. *
*Oh, my Helen, oh, my Helen, Her blue eyes as mysterious, *
*As the sea at Tangier, My heart keeps beating stronger. *
Subtitled by: Tamás