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Ábel Trem's Graduation Exam
- Are you recording this? - Uh, yes, but...
It's not an interview or anything.
If I forget something...
First, um... Tell me about yourself.
Who are you, what do you do, things like that.
Okay, um... Okay.
Well... I'm Ábel Trem...
I'm 18...
And...
I would have graduated this year...
ON MONDAY, ÁBEL REALIZES THAT HE IS IN LOVE
Hello.
- Hello? - Have you just got up?
No, I was already up.
- When did you start... Your voice is sleepy.
Well, for a while now.
- How are you getting on? - It's going OK.
You can find food in the fridge. You can heat it up.
Okay.
- Kisses! - Hello.
World War II Thesis
The Balaton is fine. We could go this summer. Together.
Don't you give a shit...
You didn't answer me.
Ahh I'm going crazy
Are you studying?
I'm cooking jam. Just a minute.
I'm just reviewing.
Hey, Dad.
What happened to the fridge?
- What do you mean? - The whole kitchen is flooded.
Did you unplug it?
Well, yeah.
How can there be so much water here?
I- I don't know.
Then who does?
Was it you who unplugged it?
- I unplugged it. - And why?
Well...
Cos it was dripping. I mean, it was already leaking.
Alright. Then plug it back in.
Okay.
There.
You can go.
Billy goat.
So, you could get an "A" for literature, right?
I guess so...
- But you know... - No! No but!
Honey, can we focus on history now?
What's with the plural? Who is taking the exam? You or the boy?
And, do they ask you about the 21st century?
Um... Yeah.
Here you are.
No ... Let's have fresh bread, Dad!
We need it for his lunch tomorrow.
You think he'll eat a whole loaf during the exam?
- What can I do with day-old bread? - Wrap it up, dear!
Fine, then I'll eat it myself.
Now I forgot what I wanted to ask.
Um you've already asked, whether...
- ...they'll ask about the 21st century. - I'm sure they will.
I didn't ask you.
Um...
We have a question,
"How does the EU Parliament work in the 21st century."
Good. Now, then:
Who is the Hungarian Minister of Finance?
- Varga... - But there are two Vargas!
- Really! - Mihály Varga.
That's right, Misi Varga.
A tall, lanky, good looking guy with glasses.
Well... I hope I won't have to identify them from pics.
Do you know who the Iron Lady was? Margaret Thatcher?
Yeah... She was the President of England.
No, the President is in the White House.
She was the Prime Minister.
By the way, who is the President of the United States?
- Well, it's Biden. - Yes! Uncle Biden!
Who's the President of France?
- Emmanuel Macron. - Correct.
Now comes a hard one.
- Von der Leyen. - Ursula?
The President of the European Commission.
- Right. - Alright, now...
Who was that woman...
Who made that report about Hungary. Our greatest enemy.
What's her name?
What report?
- She's got blonde, curly hair... - She has the same name as your mom.
Judith...
Sar...
Sargentini.
That's right...
- Another difficult question. - Don't pester him.
It's very difficult. Even you won't know.
Hello.
Listen, I'm about to fall asleep. I'm very tired.
How did the jam turn out?
- It's a bit much. - You mean...
You mean you did too much?
Ahh! I know nothing, and tomorrow...
Very funny.
- I'm not kidding! - Sure.
Janka, you're the smartest person I know.
By the way, how are you doing?
Did you go over Symbolism, and the Industrial Revolution?
I reviewed Symbolism, more or less.
- But not the Industrial Revolution. - But Ábel, come on! Seriously!
Just learn three things!
Knowing a name, a date and an event is enough for a "D".
Listen, Jakab wouldn't give you an "F" if you knew these three things.
- Can you show me the jam? - No, come on!
Please...
- I'm not going into the kitchen. - Turn on FaceTime.
Oh my god, I look awful!
- Well, you're not a Gina Lollobrigida. - Who is that?
Dunno.
That's what my father always says whenever my Mom moans about her looks.
Wait, let me write that down. What was it? Gina Lollo...
Lollobrigida.
Fuck! No! Janka!
You must study! Listen, Ábel, I'm off.
Three things, OK?
Remember three things.
Kisses!
Hello.
ON MONDAY, GYÖRGY THINKS ABOUT TUESDAY.
Did you have a bad dream?
I can't remember.
I'm not even sure it was bad.
Jucika!
Shouldn't you wake the kid?
- Why, what time is it? - 7:40.
Oh, no. That's when I have to wake up.
- Good morning, sorry I'm late! - Good morning.
- Jenő Béresi. - György Trem, hello.
- Can we make it a bit more yellow? - Of course.
A little more...
No... Sorry, that's too much.
A little less...
That's it!
- More or less. That's it. - Uh-huh...
You're already selecting colors. Are you that far ahead?
- We found the right color. - That's great.
I'd like to hear a few details about this house, okay?
What kind of house is it? How do you picture it?
It's a very nice house.
It's mainly characterized by arches, waves, and dry stones.
So, the roof has an archlike wave form,
the entry steps are made of stone.
The plinth is covered with dry stones.
- Inside, there is a beautiful fireplace. - I'm sorry, what is our budget here?
- A 100 million, right? - Yes!
So, on the left of the fireplace,
there is a beautiful wooden staircase that takes us...
...to the first floor.
There is an exit to the balcony, that is also arched,
with a three-unit glass door.
Of course, the living room ceiling is also...
I'm sorry, may we interrupt you?
These details are so specific that we're assuming it's an existing building.
Well... But of course!
Yes.
So you have seen a house like this, it has already been built, right?
- Yes. - Yes.
Can you show us a picture, maybe?
I don't have a picture here, because that's on my old phone, but...
Maybe I could show...
...an article, where you can... Here! Here! This is it.
Is this a joke?
No. I used to work here...
So, I worked here as a pool cleaner.
- I fell in love with it. - Are you kidding me?
No! I have money.
I earned it, and I also inherited some.
I love it very much, I dream about this house.
So you want us to build you an exact copy of the house...
... owned by the Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Well... as a matter of fact, yes.
Well, you know, I think Mr. Szijjártó's house...
... cost a lot more than your current budget.
Yes, I thought of that too. And my plot is much smaller.
So, I was thinking ...
Maybe it could be... smaller?
- Hey. - So? What's up?
- Relax, the kid is studying. - I hope so.
- I just spoke with him. - Alright.
- Don't worry. - Anything from the store?
I found a really good job.
At which firm?
- In Denmark. - Denmark?
I'm going crazy here!
People are rude in stores and restaurants.
We hate everything. My mom is a GP, but she is practically a slave.
- On the tram, there are more crazies... - Alright, just relax Balázs!
- I ran into Fruzsi... She is pregnant ... - Oh, that explains your tantrum.
We don't have time for this!
See? You need to scan these.
What?
Jesus H. Christ!
Fucking hell!
What ... What the fuck is this?
Hey, Dad.
Did you turn off the fridge?
No...
You mean it turned off itself, just like that?
Is it even plugged in?
I'll check.
It's plugged in... Now.
- This fridge is crap. - Yeah, right!
D'you know how much it costs? Like we can afford to buy one monthly!
Did you study?
Sure. But I will continue.
Ábel, wait! Hey!
I brought you a Túró Rudi.
Thank you.
Fuck...
Yes, just keep sizzling!
They pump it full of water, expecting us proles to eat it all up!
- Hey Gyuri! - Hey.
What's that smell?
Turn on the hood!
We're stinking out the entire building.
Here, you go, it's on!
How is the kid? Studying?
I very much hope so. He's in his room.
- Give this to me. - No, I'll do it!
- Alright, then I'll cut the tomatoes. - No need! I'm doing it!
Oh, darling, you want to do everything... by yourself?
You should change, cos this is when you get lost in the bathroom.
- Yes, and I have to hang the clothes. - No, you don't have to!
Fried eggs are no good cold.
- Hi, Mom! - Hello.
How's it going? OK?
I... I dunno.
If you study a lot, you get into this state, but that's good.
Okay.
Won't you come to bed?
I like this quiet.
What do you think they see of this city?
- You mean them? - Mm-hm.
They're clean-cut little Norwegians, who, back in the 70s...
...were worse off than any socialist country.
What do they think?
They think that we are the Balkans.
The Commies...
Trabant...
Cheap labor, done by idiots.
Maybe they've just arrived. They've just landed.
Then they haven't seen anything of the city yet.
That's the thing I actually envy...
They're about to reach the end of Mészöly street, then turn left...
A few more steps to Gellért Square...
...then they set eyes on the illuminated Liberty Bridge.
The whole beautiful city.
Unless that idiot mayor fucks this up for us too.
I was just about to tell you how nicely you put it.
You keep dragging politics into everything.
- Could you stop this for a bit? - But that's what it's all about, dear.
Soon, whole countries are going to fall.
A country cannot fall, György.
It's lying on the ground. Countries are the ground.
Well, I'm going inside.
As long as we get through tomorrow...
ONE OF JAKAB'S MONDAYS
Peti! Excuse me, I'm sorry! Peti!
- That's okay. - Sorry.
Come on, Peti, let's go home!
Dorka!
Wait, wait!
What is it?
- I told you that I need the car today. - You did? When?
Today is the interview with Hargitay, I'm sure I told you.
So?
And I agreed to drive Magis and his stuff there.
- Who is "Magis"? - The cameraman!
I really need the car.
Do you want me and the kids to get out and take the bus?
Shit, I did tell you. We discussed this.
Seriously... I won't even bother!
You clearly suck at organizing things!
Johanna is going to be late. Teó is already late.
I'll get you out from the other side, okay?
- You want me to order a cab instead? - Don't do anything!
- When will you finish the interview? - Around 5.
That's not good.
Teó finishes music class at 16:45.
Johanna finishes swimming practice at 5. That's in another district, you know.
Come on, Dad is gonna pick you up, okay?
What is this? Some kind of revenge?
"Revenge?" We need to pick up the kids.
This should fit into your schedule Mr. History Professor, for fuck's sake!
I'm sorry!
I really thought I had told you.
Sorry for saying "Fuck."
- Do your best! - Alright, bye guys.
- Jesus, what're you doing here? - Hey.
It's the principal's order... I'm tidying up.
I told you to clean them out. You should get rid of this crap.
I won't.
The painters come the day after tomorrow.
And anyway, we have digital maps, computers and projectors...
Who still uses these? The sea is missing!
Nobody, but they are nice.
Painting won't help much.
The entire wall is damp above the windows, see?
I don't care! That's not why I came! Listen!
- Klári is pregnant. - Really?
- She is due in September. - Super.
Even I didn't notice it.
So, from September, you'll take over the tenth graders too.
- Tenth graders? - Uh-huh.
Fuck...
Super! One-two-three-and...
- Good morning, Balázs! - Morning, Sir!
Good morning, Sir...
Good morning, Janka!
Did you bring it back?
Yes, I couldn't finish it, but I did like it.
Did you make notes?
Oh! No, I just... No.
Too bad...
Sir, I want to be with you.
- Excuse me? - I want to be with you.
I don't care about the age difference.
19 years cannot separate us.
These social conventions are what keep us apart,
and that's abnormal! I just know...
I've been feeling the same way since I first saw you four years ago,
and I have never felt like this about anyone else.
Wow...
Well, uh...
Thank you for telling me this. I respect your feelings, Janka.
But this is about more than just 19 years.
- What else? - There are two people in a relationship.
Now, as I understand, I'm supposed to be one of them..
Uh... I have... a wife and two kids.
We are a family, you know.
Maybe... Don't get me wrong, cos everybody loves you at school,
but the fact that you have a family...
They didn't attend the serenade, the prom, the winter ball...
And? Why should they attend? I don't see a connection here.
There are some who think that you are gay, Sir.
I know that you are not.
Let them think that. I never much cared about that.
Look, there are teachers who mix their private and professional lives.
I'm not one of them. And I'm sticking to that. Completely.
Okay, but...
But then... don't you find me attractive?
No.
I don't want to hurt your feelings.
For me, you are a smart, intelligent young girl.
I can't look at you as a woman.
I'm sorry.
I see.
Alright.
- I'm here! Excuse me... - Hello...
- I couldn't find a parking space. - No prob.
We got such a shitty tripod, it makes me mad.
We spoke a bit... but he realized that we had to wait for you.
Is he upset?
No, but it's fucking hot.
Hello, Sir...
- I'm Jakab Maár. - So it's you that I've spoken to.
- Thank you for coming. - You are late.
Yes, I'm sorry.
Some advice, because you are still very young:
If you are late,
apologize before introducing yourself by saying, "Sorry, I'm late."
- You are absolutely right, sorry. - I'm an old man,
but it's foolish to think that my time is not valuable.
I know, and again, I'm sorry. Just a moment.
Yes?
Why didn't you apply for funding? Maybe we could talk to Frigyes...
Well, that is what I'd like to do with this documentary series...
And... Why is this important to you?
- I told you on the phone. That... - But now we are face to face.
I see.
I'm teaching at Dsida High School.
And I want them to hear this story from someone who was actually there.
- So that they can learn about what really... - Alright.
Tomorrow, we're doing a similar interview with János Czinkota.
- With Jancsi? - Yes...
- He came to our school once. - Alright, let's do it!
So, here we are at Széna Square.
Do you come here often, where you fought against Soviet tanks?
No, I've been living in Göd for a long time.
If you are asking me about my memories then I can tell you that
I remember everything clearly.
Did you take part in the demonstrations on October 23, 1956
or did you join the protesters later?
The right way to ask this question is:
"At what point in our intellectual development did we arrive
at that moment when we said "No."
- Now, in this case... - Yes, sorry, but...
It's important to mention
the different stages of the revolution and the demonstrations.
Obviously, the actual organization wasn't completely conscious,
- yet it was successful -
that is until the Soviet Forces attacked Hungary.
It'd be good if we could get into the details a bit.
If that's what you want to know...
I had plum dumplings for dinner.
I remember exactly how it tasted.
Uh... on the 23rd?
The 24th of October,
then I couldn't sleep,
and I ran off and joined the heroes of Széna Square.
- On the 24th? - Yes.
On the evening of the 24th?
You innocent lamb... Yes!
I understand. And after that?
After that, we pushed the train car from Déli Station.
To use as a barricade. I also took part in that.
And all this... happened on the 24th?
On the 25th! How could it have happened on the 24th?
The shooting at the Parliament, the Radio... There was no strategy yet.
Excuse me.
As far as I know, the base at Széna Square was set up on the 26th.
Really? Were you there?
The barric... the train car was only pushed there later, on the 27th.
If you know history so well, then what do you want?
- Sorry, I just want to put things in order. - We are done here.
- You really have crossed the line here! - Sorry.
You beg me to come here!
Then you have the nerve to arrive late,
Then you give me a lecture!
- I didn't mean to lecture you! Sorry! - Go fuck yourself!
Sorry!
Is this a wrap?
Yeah...
Dad?
Dad!
Oh for Pete's sake!
- What happened, something spilled? - Of course it did.
- Sorry. - It's okay.
Oh, shit.
- It's okay, it's just water! - Just give me five minutes, okay?
- Let me work for five minutes. - Okay.
Let's leave daddy alone, he's working!
- Is your homework done? - Yes.
Okay.
Nobody else had a conflict with him, and...
I think that's also because of my father. Dunno.
OK!
- Was this okay? - Uh-huh, it was great. Really.
- Did you turn this off? - Oh, I'm an idiot.
TUESDAY: ÁBEL IN THE WILDERNESS
Bori just came out, so I'm next.
Won't you tell me a story or something?
- What do you want me to say? - Dunno, something to distract me.
Okay. Umm...
These are new shoes, by the way.
My mom bought them a few days ago. I wasn't even there.
- But they look cool, don't they? - No, I fucking hate them, cos...
I got blisters on my heels, and...
I look like a lawyer in them.
Lawyer?
Are you worried that they take you for something?
Yeah, I don't want people to take me for anything...
'Cos you just want to be a small face.
A what?
Nothing, that's just a rap song.
Janka Szabadi.
Break a leg.
Ábel Trem.
Ábel!
Thanks.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Which topic is it?
Num- Number six...
"The Industrial Revolution in the Modern Era."
I'm sorry, but I...
I don't know.
Are you sure, Ábel?
- Are you sure? - I think so.
Would you like to pick a new topic?
Yes.
Alright, you can do that,
but I must inform you that in this case the best grade we can give you is a "C."
Okay?
Ábel...
Industrial revolution... You know this.
Number three...
Julius Caesar...
Alright. Take a seat, and make some notes.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Janka Szabadi.
My topic is the Age of Discovery.
The Age of Discovery took place between the 15th and 17th centuries...
It's a common belief that...
it was Christopher Columbus who first arrived to the island of Hispaniola
on October 12, 1492, however, the Portuguese were already...
...Southern planters treated Afro-American children as living toys.
That was an amazing oral exam! Amazing!
Sir, it was terrific!
I'm very proud of you, Janka.
Yes! Yes, I must thank you for this experience.
No need to cry!
It was wonderful, really...
Ábel Trem!
Which topic is it?
Julius Caesar.
Can't you do it, Ábel?
Would you like a glass of water?
Ábel...
Look at me.
Just relax, okay?
Take a deep breath, calm down, and begin.
Which period are we talking about?
Would you like a map, perhaps?
Is something wrong, Ábel?
Ábel...
Why are you wearing a nationality pin?
Hi!
- Hi, Mom! - Go on, tell me!
- I got an "A" for art history. - Uh-huh...
- A "B" for literature. - Mm-hmm.
But... history, well...
Yes?
Did you pass?
No, I didn't pass.
Excuse me. Would you like to sit down?
No thank you, just stay there.
I can tell you've just had your final exam.
At least there are still patriots.
Hey, Dad...
You're here already...
Here I am.
Son, would you care to explain to me, what happened?
- I failed. - Yes, I know that.
Your mother told me.
- You didn't answer my call. - Or hers.
It's just... she was the last one who...
I don't care about that.
Would you mind explaining what happened during your history exam?
Speak up! Or did you take a vow of silence for today?
You failed your final exam!
You know who fails their final exam?
I picked...
...the Industrial Revolution at first.
Yes, Industrial Revolution, and?!
And that topic was the one that...
It's not that I didn't know it, it's just...
I was a bit afraid of it, and...
That's why I said rather soon that I'd like to choose another topic.
But that was for "C", right?
Seriously,son, you're out of your mind.
You've just ruined your entire life!
Maybe I shouldn't have...
There they were, sitting in front of me,
and I got scared, what if I don't know anything...
I can't believe this!
What was the second topic?
- The second Industrial Revolution, or what the fuck? - No...
Julius Caesar and the...
- "Julius Caesar and the?" - ...and the...
You can't even remember the exam question, son!
Are you just floating here?
It seems we didn't lecture you enough.
Do you know who failed in this family?
Nobody.
I mean it. Nobody.
Your idiot cousin, even he passed somehow...
What a disgrace!
I suppose you didn't know a thing about Julius Caesar.
You didn't know that either?
- You didn't know that either. - Yes...
- I did, but... - But what?
But you decided that you want to become a garbage man? Be my guest!
Collect trash 'til you fucking die!
- You weren't there, Dad! - I wasn't there?
I passed my oral exam! Like everyone else in this family.
But you weren't there, Dad!
For six whole months, he's been on my case,
ever since your fight at the parent-teacher meeting!
Not that I ever liked that stuck-up prick!
- What is this nonsense? - It's not nonsense!
Okay.
Julius Caesar. Come on, what did you say about Julius Caesar?
I couldn't say a word, because that guy kept giving me shit!
Jakab... he hates me... Us.
- He's got it in for me. - Yeah, right. That's why you failed.
I failed because of this, Dad!
Because of this!
I saw it on his face,
how he was chuckling: "The son of that dumb Fidesz-voter."
He kept laughing about this nationality pin...
What're you talking about?
- I left this pin on my jacket. - A nationality pin?
You weren't there, Dad!
He even asked me what the fuck that is...
He asked you what?
He asked me,
"Why are you wearing a nationality pin?"
I must leave now.
During the exam?
What?
- He asked you that during the exam? - Uh, yes, yes.
How the hell can you forget the Industrial Revolution?
- Hey... - Hey, Mom!
- I'm leaving. - Wait a minute, your dad called me.
He told me.
Look at me.
Look at me. Look me in the eyes!
Did that really happen?
With the pin?
Yes, I gotta go.
Hey, guys!
- Hey, guys. - Hello!
Hey, Ábel! Where the fuck have you been?
At home. Where's Janka?
- Over there somewhere. - She's totally smashed.
- Are you okay? - I'm fine, thanks.
- Hey! - Hey.
She's lying over there.
I brought her some water.
- She didn't drink any, so I don't know... - Thanks.
Janka...
- How are you? - I'm fine.
Janka...
I love you.
- Feeling better now? - Mm-hm.
It's a bummer that you won't come to university.
Yeah...
When is the retake?
No idea.
You didn't even check the date?
But really, not saying a word was the stupidest thing.
I know.
What is the stupidest thing you have ever done?
The stupidest thing? I have no idea.
Cos, Máté invited me to feed seagulls on Margaret Bridge.
I think the stupidest thing was falling in love with Jakab.
I mean, I must be stupid.
So, you won't come?
I can't, I'll be at a festival with my little sister the whole time.
And what about you?
What do you mean?
Well, what is your stupidest thing? You came up with this stupid stuff!
Well...
I don't know...
I think the stupidest thing is the one that I haven't done yet.
Haven't done...
I think I'm going up.
I'm really tired.
But it was really nice of you to walk me home again.
Don't mention it.
Bye.
Bye, Stupidity.
TUESDAY: THE MANY SILENCES OF JAKAB
Jakab! We overslept.
Fucking hell...
Kids! Wake up!
Mom and Dad overslept, so you gotta be really quick, OK?
Teó! Jojó!
Hurry up! Poo, pee, toothbrushing!
Jakab, please give me the butter and salami.
Alright, I'm about to speed up, I'm just trying to open my eyes.
Listen, could you leave the car at the school after the morning hustle?
We're out of butter.
I got some yesterday. Middle shelf.
- Oh, it's right here. - You know we always keep it there.
- So can you do it? - What? The car?
Teó, tell me you're not in bed anymore!
Oh...
Hold on! The final exam is today.
I must put on that damn suit.
- I'm pooping. - Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't know!
You overfilled the kettle again.
You didn't answer me.
Yes, alright, I'll bring you the car.
Just take a car key. I don't want to go inside.
Oh! Is she still in there?
My bladder'll burst.
Pee in the bathtub.
Teó, c'mon! There's no time for this!
C'mon, brush your teeth! We're awfully late.
There will be a reception around 6, so I don't think I can get home before 7.
What time is it?
Sorry for being late.
Good morning.
Márta...
I'm sorry, good morning!
- It's alright. - Marci, I'm sorry.
Glad that you could join us.
Let's go!
Máté, I'm sorry.
Sorry, you can start.
I'm going to talk about the emergence of the Bipolar World.
I'd like to start with the antecedents: after 1945,
with the conclusion of WWII, a Bipolar World Order was created,
and Europe was torn in two parts.
One became part of the Soviet Union, while the other became part of the US.
That was about businesses, to limit the number of Jews...
and no Jews could remain in the party.
In 1941, they eradicated the right for mixed marriages.
Many thinkers began to ponder what would be good for society.
Thus, a lot of currently existing political ideologies were created.
Perhaps the greatest is... liberalism, which...
...is about freedom principles,
and that everybody is about equality.
Umm...
Between the 15th and 19th centuries,
approximately 20 million Afro-Americans were transported to America.
I think, it describes the inhuman conditions very well,
but plantation owners...
If you need more time, just go back for 5 minutes to work on your notes.
So, there is the Evangelical, and the Protestant Church, which...
...were created alongside the Catholic Church in the Middle Ages.
Um... so first of all, there was Luther...
Um, he was German, and he was also a Catholic monk.
He went to Rome... Uh... to the Vatican,
but there... he had a complete loss of faith,
and that's why he wrote... Uh...
Tell me...
Couldn't we let that kid pass?
No.
- I can still alter that grade. - Look, Marci...
We tried to help him. We asked him what was wrong, he didn't answer.
He didn't use any of the sources, nothing.
He will make our statistics look bad.
- Bye... - Bye.
Hey!
You didn't notice that I got home, did you?
No, I was all zoned out, sorry.
- Let me ask you - and I'm just asking - Would you notice,
if one of the kids began to chase the other with a breadknife?
Or just when the blood splatters on your laptop?
I'm just trying to make something out of this...
Hargitay called everyone and told them not to talk to me, so...
Another question.
Do you still like my ass?
Are you drunk?
- I want you to call Tibor. - Why would I call him?
Because he told me,
"Dorka baby, what a tight little ass you still have!"
Did he really say that?
His exact words! Jerk.
You should talk to HR.
HR? That's good.
Or why don't I call the Vice Squad?
Let's bring in a therapist as well.
He dated the HR rep for a year.
You should talk to someone.
It's you who should talk, my dear, wonderful Jakab Maár.
Like I said, you should call that stuck-up asshole, and tell him:
"Listen here, Tibor I'll fucking headbutt you
if you so much as think such a dirty thing about my wife."
Oops.
Is that what you really want?
A little bit.
By the way...
'56?
Russians shooting at those little Hungarian revolutionaries?
How do you think you'll get funding for this now?
Look!
Here comes Dudu. Come here, kids!
WHEN GYÖRGY'S TUESDAY TURNS TO SHIT
So you already have an agreement. Great!
I hire you...
I send you to school, I train you, but you run when the shit hits the fan!
Super! Can you tell me just what is your problem?
Everything.
Well, that's just bullshit, my boy.
Freedom. That's your problem.
God, I knew you wouldn't get it! You know...
I want to get ahead! To feel that I'm getting somewhere.
Then get somewhere! I don't know...
Go to Denmark! Mm-hmm!
Let's all go to Denmark! The whole country should go to Denmark!
And when we get bored there, the whole country should pack up again,
and we should go to the US!
If it gets boring there, let's go to Madagascar! Then to Mars!
Six years ago, when you first came into my office, I said to myself,
"Here is a dedicated kid, who has balls."
We always need someone we can hate: the migrants, the gays, the teachers...
Or, we have to hate Viktor Orbán and his pals.
You're in love with Fruzsi, so you want to leave for Denmark.
No! That's not why I want to leave! I want to leave, cos...
I'm fucking fed up with all this!
You know, Balázs...
My father wanted to become an architect.
But he was fired.
You know, noble lineage, so he was fired...
just because of his history.
Then came 1956. He could've left.
But he stayed here.
If he'd left, he would've felt that he'd lost the fight.
And he had a family here, us.
Then, he worked at construction sites. With a degree!
He carried mortar.
He was building Socialism with his bare hands.
And though you weren't born yet, he was also building it for you, fucko!
Later, he was working on the renovation of Liberty Bridge.
And we may never find out the truth,
reportedly he drank too much and fell off.
He died during the renovation of Liberty Bridge.
Since then, I...
I feel proud of him. Because he stayed here.
So when a hipster guy brings up Denmark...
Well, then he comes to my mind.
So? Any information?
OK, then we wait some more.
Bye.
I understand...
I understand, Mr. Gyuri, but...
But at the same time,
My mother...
She is saving lives for a ridiculous salary.
Had she gone abroad... Or even me! We could make thrice as much!
Oh, so it's about money! You want a raise?
I don't want a raise! I want to go!
That won't be easy either...
...to leave my mother behind.
So? Has he come out?
What are the results? Tell me, tell me!
Tell me already!
He failed?
Alright, we'll talk when I get home.
What the fuck is wrong with this?
Dad?
You're here already?
Your blood pressure is perfect.
Lie down on the bed, please.
My shoes...
No-no-no, you don't have to take off your shoes, just...
...unbutton your shirt a bit, please.
I hear this clicking up here.
I feel this pressure...
Down here, and...
I can't breathe.
And the dizziness...
But are you okay right now?
Yeah...
I have a throbbing headache.
The kid failed.
Ábel?
In history...
He has this history teacher, you know - I think I've told you about him.
Who, to say the least...
...is a dick.
I mean, really!
He teaches them the Holocaust from A to Z.
He showed them the film Son of Saul, and the House of Terror Museum.
Seriously...
I never told you about him?
They went to the House of Terror, to see the Holocaust Exhibition,
from top to bottom.
But there was no time for the victims of Communism.
"Oh, that 40 years doesn't matter so much."
They watched a 60s film, then listened to a punk song,
and that was it - they chuckled about it.
Really...
I must have told you about this guy!
I even got into a fight with him during a parent-teacher meeting!
- He is the kind who always asks back. - The one who teaches at Dsida?
- Yeah... - Well...
To think that...
A liberal... young man, if I'm correct.
He is barely over 40.
Hold on, here comes the important part!
There was a nationality pin on the chest of my boy...
A nationality pin?
You know, he left it on his suit...
He told me that was the reason he failed.
They kept teasing him about it.
I know Ábel isn't an excellent student, but he's not dumb.
This teacher even asked him, "What is the nationality pin for?"
"What is it for?"
I think I'm going to take my blood pressure too.
Stay quiet for a bit, Gyuri, please.
The other day, I was reading an interview with this musician guy...
And he said, "I love this country."
Son of a bitch.
You can't even say "homeland."
Because it's embarrassing, right?
Every day, they keep smearing us...
The Belgians...
The Germans, the French...
We are Nazis,
we are Commies, and whatever they come up with.
Hungarians... well,
I just...
What happens to the kid now?
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Or good afternoon...
Take me to 9 Török Ignác street, please.
Thank you, much obliged.
Goodbye, doctor, you as well.
- Hello. - Hey.
Umm... Sorry to bother you, my name is Erika Hajnal.
- Anna Aulich. - Nice to meet you.
Umm... So, the thing is, I feel a bit embarrassed.
We are neighbors. I live below you, and I kinda overheard...
Jesus, the walls are that thin?
No, I mean the window was open,
- You know, that chimney-like thing. - You mean the lightwell.
ERIKA - THURSDAY
Good morning, I'm Erika Hajnal, a reporter at Hungarian Days.
Um, it may sound strange, but...
Yes, I got your number from your hairdresser.
Yes, you had a passenger the day before yesterday,
who told you about a boy who just took his final exam.
- The boy with the nationality pin? - Yes, that one.
Do you know by any chance who told you?
Who did you say you were?
I'm Erika Hajnal, a reporter from Hungarian Days.
You want to write an article about that? Because I don't want to be mentioned.
No, no not at all.
I mean yes, I'm writing an article, but this is a private conversation.
So, it's not like an interview or anything.
Mm-hmm, I see...
I think he was a doctor,
I picked him up in Újpest at Király Street,
I think it happened to the son of one of his patients.
- Maybe. - Mm-hmm...
Thank you very very much.
Sorry to bother you.
- That's okay. - Have a nice day.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
I'd like some information about a boy,
who wore a nationality pin at the final exam. Don't you know...
Oh, so it is you.
Hungarian Days.
Well, yes... Yes, thank you. We are doing what we can.
Uhh... An article.
I'm sorry, could you say his name again?
György... Trem... And his son's name?
Ábel...
Hey, Sándor!
I know we had an editorial meeting today, but I found a strong story, and now...
Yes...
Hello.
Umm...
It's strong ... Listen, I'm busy now,
I'll tell you later at the statue unveiling.
Memorial plaque, okay.
I'll be there at 2 pm. Yes!
Hello?
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon! Uh...
Excuse me, I don't know if this is the right place,
but maybe you can help me.
Um... Does Ábel Trem go to this school ?
Are you from the police?
No, no, not at all! No!
I want to write an article about the final exam.
I see.
Thank you for your interest.
The thing is, cases like this,
can only be handled in writing,
because we also...
...have to request permission from central office, so...
What do you mean central office?
The school district.
But here comes the principal, perhaps he can...
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon, can I help?
This lady is a reporter, and...
...she wants to write an article about the final exam.
Unfortunately, we can't make a statement here without authorization.
Well, I didn't know that.
Every statement from our staff is subject to authorization.
- Which paper do you represent? - Hungarian Days.
"Hungarian Days..."
- I want to write about Ábel Trem's case. - Why do you want to write about that?
Why don't your write about our nicely renovated gym?
He had a nationality pin on his chest.
- Sorry, what? - Yes...
As I understand, that pin was the main reason he failed.
That's rubbish.
I said I can't give a statement, and anyway, I wasn't even there, so...
- You didn't record this, right? Like, with your phone? - No.
This is a private conversation between us, so it's unofficial...
And if you would like to use any of this in the future, then I...
- Don't use it, okay? - Alright, fine.
- Sorry to bother you. - I must run, I'm busy!
Thank you, goodbye!
- I'm really sorry. - Thank you. It is what it is.
Hello! Hey, Ábel! It's Erika Hajnal.
I'm a reporter, and I'd like to ask you if... uh...
Is this a bad time?
Hey, Sándor...
I missed it.
Sorry.
Listen, if I wanted to lie, I would call in sick!
A student failed his final exam at the Jenő Dsida High School
for wearing a nationality pin!
What do you mean, "And?" Don't tell me this is not a story!
We have to do this now, cos this is the final exam period!
Either tonight, or tomorrow morning.
Hello? Hello, Mr. Maár,
I'm Erika Hajnal, uh... a reporter. Is this a bad time?
I'd like to write an article about Ábel Trem's history exam.
You don't want to or you can't?
From Hungarian Days...
I know you can't give a statement, but it's important. It's a public matter.
Because of the pin.
I see. I see, and I'm sorry.
Alright, I might call you some other time.
Ábel?
- Hello. - Hi.
I'm Erika. We spoke on the phone.
- Ábel. - Thank you for coming.
Sorry I'm late... I just had a shitty day.
It's okay.
- You didn't wait too long? - No.
Great, super!
- Can I have a ciggie? - Sure, help yourself.
- Hello, what can I get you? - Hey.
I'll have a coffee and a glass of water.
Please, it says here: non-smoking area.
Read the sign. The ashtray is back there.
- Sorry, I didn't see it. - I can't believe this!
Okay, let's go before he beats us up!
- Could you bring that? - He didn't even take my order.
They must learn this somewhere! It's just the same in my city.
- Unbelievable. - Your city?
- I'm from Cluj. - Oh! Cool.
Yeah...
Alright...
Now, then...
- Are you recording this? - Um, yes, but...
It's not an interview or anything. It's just...
If I want to cite you, then I have something.
- Better safe than sorry. - Okay.
Okay! Um... First of all, tell me about yourself.
Introduce yourself. Who are you, things like that.
Umm... Okay.
Well,
I'm Ábel Trem...
I'm 18...
And I had my final exam this year, I mean, I would have...
Right, how did the rest go? Aside from history?
Well, the others went fine.
I got an "A" for literature.
- That's great! - No, sorry.
- I got an "A" in art history. - That's fine, too.
I only got a "B" in literature. And I got a "C" in math.
That's super. I was always bad at math.
- So, congrats, it's great! - Thank you.
So... you wore a nationality pin, right?
- Yes... - But why?
Well...
I, like, accidentally left it on my suit, from... March 15th,
and I forgot to take it off.
That's rough.
What's rough?
That... Uh...
My father was slapped on the back of his head on March 15th once.
He was smacked?
"Smacked", yeah...
I don't remember it. I was very small when I heard this story.
I wasn't there you know.
But I read, that this happened in Hungary too.
Under Socialism. Whatever, it's rough.
Tell me about this teacher.
Subject: He wore a Nationality Pin To: sandor@magyarnapok.hu
Hello, Sándor!
Attached is the article about the kid who wore a pin at the exam.
Looking forward to your reply, Bye, Erika.
Yes, so tell me, why are you coughing?
What happened?
Quiet? Oops.
Did I hit a nerve there?
Yes? Let me hear it.
- Fine! - Get it off your chest. What happened?
So, Mom has told you already.
Yes, but I want to hear it from you.
Yes, I started smoking.
But why?
I know it's the dumbest question on Earth, but why?
- Hm? - Just because.
What do you get out of it?
It ruins your voice, your skin, your lungs...
You'll get sick easier, it weakens your immune system, need I go on?
Fine, okay, I know! It's not like I'll smoke forever, but now...
Wait a moment, it's my...
Let me turn down the volume, just a second!
Hello! Hey!
- Hey, Erika! - Hey, Sándor! So?
Your article is amazing, congratulations!
Seriously? So, you like it?
We'll open with this tomorrow.
This will be the leading article.
It's.... Super! And...
So, it's good as it is? Or do I need to do anything else?
We have to work on it.
I have to come up with a headline, and...
...edit it a bit so it doesn't look like this.
But otherwise, it's really good.
Okay, if there's anything you want me to do, I'd be happy...
I'll do it, it's right in front of me.
You can go to sleep now.
- Are you sure? - It's fine like this.
Alright. Okay.
- Okay, then I'll see you tomorrow. - Thank you very much.
Tomorrow morning, right. Good night! Bye.
Good night to you too, bye-bye!
Bye-bye.
Did I hear that right?
Yes, you did.
Congratulations, girl!
But this does not save you from the harms of smoking!
- Yeah, yeah! - Congratulations!
Thank you!
Friday
Hey, Erika...
- Hey. - Listen...
- It's Ábel. - Yes, hello, Ábel.
Hey. So, um...
- I just saw your article, and uh... - Is there a typo or anything?
- No-no-no, it's just... - Yes...
It's just that this title... It's harsh.
Oh, yes, the title! That was given by, the editor-in-chief.
The editor?
Yes, I couldn't... So, yes.
- Okay. So it can't be changed? - No.
Unfortunately, he always writes the headlines, we have no say in that.
A Budapest student failed his history final
because of a nationality pin, reports the Hungarian Days.
According to the paper, a student in the Jenő Dsida High School
went to his final exam with a nationality pin on his suit.
His teacher asked him about it,
and the exam board gave the boy an "F" grade,
who then told his story to the Hungarian Days.
So far, neither the school nor the teacher has given a statement.
How the hell could this happen, Jakab?
Are you laughing? Are you fucking laughing? Don't laugh!
You don't have the faintest idea!
It's me who has to talk to the kid's father!
It's me who'll speak to him. It's me who'll get messages from...
You know where they'll send me a message from? You know!
You won't laugh when they quietly fire you.
It won't be so ridiculous. You won't laugh then!
It won't be so funny, right?
- Dear god, Marci! - Stop with the 'Marci'!
Stop with the 'Marci', for fuck's sake!
The boy had left the pin on.
It wasn't a political or a right-wing demonstration.
It was even in that article.
- We have to come up with a statement. - A statement? About what?
Well, a statement about...
I've got no fucking idea! Perhaps a formal apology from you!
Anikó! Anikó! A choir rehearsal?
A choir rehearsal in June? For September?
Anikó! Anikó! Come on!
I just can't believe this...
Márta!
You were there. Tell us please what happened.
Yes, yes... Well, uh... So, yeah...
I can feel the vibes coming off you, Sir...
They keep surging at me. I get that.
And I'm also aware of the weight of the situation.
But the fact is, that...
That pin was on the boy.
And also, the boy...
He really...
He really... did go mute.
They'll destroy us.
While I...
wanted new doors and windows...
And bike storage!
Or a school trip to Kaiserslautern...
I must be crazy.
Come on, nobody will care about this tomorrow.
Wearing a pin during the final exam, what do you think about that?
Well, it makes me sad if our nation's pin gets downgraded.
It makes me feel good if I have an external feature...
...to show that I'm Hungarian.
On March 15th, we remember the Hungarian Revolution of 1848.
I think it's deplorable to punish someone for wearing it.
It's like they took the cross from his neck.
After the way they treated him -
I doubt he'd take any legal action.
Still, he could, or he should.
There is a feeling of national unity in me.
I can't hide it and I don't want to -
That's what this pin is about for me.
It's about Hungary and our Nation.
The ideal situation would be if politics stayed out of education,
but obviously, it's unavoidable.
Not every school has good teachers.
We must teach patriotism to our youth.
We must also teach them about faith.
Teaching patriotism is vital so they learn about their roots.
The importance of our nationality pin - to put it pathetically,
was dragged through the mud by the other side.
I don't think a pin makes you a true Hungarian or patriot.
I wore it in school, but not anymore.
I wear it on March 15th, yes. And I'm actually proud of it.
I never wear it other times, because I think it comes from inside.
SATURDAY
Let's sit in the shade, Gyuri.
It's right over there.
- Where? - There!
But it's completely shaded!
What will it be? Sun or shade? What do you want, sweetheart?
Come on, Dad! I came to enjoy the beach! I'll sunbathe if the sun comes out,
but I also need the shade.
Sun, or shade it's not that complicated!
I checked: we'll have sunlight from 11:25.
Fine, the sun's gonna be there by 11:25.
- We should've brought the sunshade... - We're fucking miles away from the pool!
- Fine, then let's stay here! - Don't get upset, sweetie!
As I swam, I was thinking about what the principal told me...
If there is a special circumstance, like an illness...
Drop it, Gyuri!
...then one can redo the final exam.
He's not even listening.
Why, what's he doing?
He's hunting for dead ladybugs.
It's not dead, it's pretending.
It's like a protection.
Sorry, uh...
Hey, guys!
I'm sorry, I don't mean to bother you, it's just...
I've been hesitating for a while. Uh, I just want to tell you, that...
We are with you!
Excuse me, do we know each other from somewhere?
I'm sorry, I'm Gábor Makláry's dad from Dsida.
Ábel knows him from school.
Gábor Makláry...
Cover your ears.
I just want to tell you that...
They can really get the fuck outta here!
We are Hungarians, aren't we?
What's wrong with that?
Well... Goodbye!
Hello?
Yes, that's me.
Yes?
Pardon? Sorry, I couldn't hear you. What cabinet?
Really?
Well...
Yeah... Uh-huh, yes!
Thank you very much.
That's unbelievable. I don't even know what to say.
Yes, I do have a degree.
Uh-huh.
Super!
Thank you, thank you very much.
Hey, Janka!
Hello.
How was the festival?
Ábel, what's going on here?
What?
Who do you think you are?
What do you mean?
Do you realize what you've done?
What's this crap about Jakab busting your balls because you froze?
Hm?
It's right here, on this fucking site!
"A Budapest student failed his exam for wearing a nationality pin."
What the fuck?
- He really did bust my balls. - Because of that pin?
Because of that too, yes.
Where do you get all this horseshit from, I mean really?
Jakab wanted to help you cos he saw you are a jerk.
I'm sorry, but it's true! You didn't study, fine!
You do what you want, I don't care, but what did he do to you?
He did nothing to you - he has little kids and now you get him fired?
- How could you do this? - That dick kept dissing my father!
- Dissing him, how? - Calls him a dumb Fidesz fan.
- He keeps saying that cynical shit. - What? What did he say?
He says these things behind my back!
He'd never dare to say them to my face, but I hear it back!
What's he saying? That every Fidesz-voter is a jerk?
Fuck! Don't give me this saintly hippie girl act!
- I know what you think of my father! - What does it matter what I think?
It doesn't fucking matter what I think! I want to know
- why you have to destroy this poor... - You're fucking in love with Jakab!
Even when you're asleep, your eyes are fluttering,
cos you keep thinking about that bearded prick!
- Why do you care? - What do you mean?
- You think I got nothing to do with this? - No, you don't.
- I care for you! He's a 40 year... - Don't care about me!
Why? Shouldn't I be scared for you?
- I don't want anything from a guy like you! - Sure.
- I took care of you so often! - I don't give a shit, Ábel.
Somebody would've fucked you if I wasn't there!
I'd rather get raped than be the friend of a sneaky shithead like you!
Are you being serious?
Yes, I'm as serious as shit.
And if you don't tell the truth, I'll deny that I ever knew you!
- Hello. - Hey...
- The children? - They are asleep.
Oh, I'm sorry. How come?
They got tired.
Where were you?
Do you know where?
At a playground, probably.
How come you never told me that kid failed the exam?
Who? Ábel Trem?
- Come on, you never ask me about my work. - Excuse me?
That's not what I meant. I don't talk about it either.
But yes, it happens.
Some students fail. Over eleven years, it maybe happened twice.
Sit down already, please.
Don't you want to go?
When the children wake up. I've packed already.
My shirt is wet...
So?
He really didn't say a word?
I can't believe it, even you bust my balls with this.
Who is busting your balls about anything?
Nobody. I'm living an easy life.
I'm going to be fired.
Elemér Hargitay wants to ruin me. But no, nobody is busting my balls.
I mean, who needs my 500 EUR salary anyway?
- We'll figure it out. - Right.
- Mária will help us out. Or my Mom. - Oh! No-no-no-no!
Nobody is helping us out! I'm not going to take this!
Jakab, how much of this article is true?
How much? As much as what you see in the state media,
or government press briefings, or in Orbán's speeches!
Why did you ask him about wearing a pin?
Why? If he wore a hat, I'd have asked that too!
Except if we were in a synagogue!
Or, if it was snowing, I'd have the right to ask,
- "What's up with this fucking weather?" - Stop shouting! You'll wake them!
I wasn't provoking him! You ask questions when something is not clear,
or you find something strange!
But it could never happen that your question might hurt someone.
What are you driving at?
That you can't see shit beyond your damn egotistic head!
Okay.
I want to live in a world where you can ask a question like this,
without hurting anyone's feelings.
But that's not the world we live in, Jakab!
That's just your inner world! Your own enclosed world!
Which is not open to anyone else!
Not even us!
Do you know how fucking degrading this is?
Do you?
Eleven years!
All my students from the past eleven years!
My class! My children!
Now they all think that I'm a piece of shit!
Dragonfly...
The playground...
- Pardon? - We were at the Dragonfly playground.
At the Vérmező?
I was running close by.
I know. I saw you.
You saw me? Why didn't you call me?
I even had my phone with me.
I don't know.
I just sat there...
I saw you as you ran by,
and you were far away.
Exactly where you are now.
I'm here.
No, you are not.
You're only asking questions!
All your fucking questions hurt! Cos they all mean that you're not here!
"The children?"
"Are they asleep?"
"How come they are tired?"
"Don't you want to go?"
"Is there any food?"
"Where is the butter?"
You don't know which kid goes swimming and which to music class!
Because you can't see anything beyond your fucking hatred and grievance!
And yes! Maybe that boy was hurt by your question!
Good evening. I'm looking for Ábel.
Good evening. He's not home yet.
- Good evening, Sir. - Good evening.
He is looking for Ábel.
As we all are.
Good evening, have you tried calling him?
I don't have his number. I had to beg the secretary for your address.
I just want to speak to him.
Just a moment, let me look.
06 30 294 22 17.
Sometimes I don't even know my own, and all the PIN codes, and these...
I once knew all the numbers by heart.
But I suppose you do the same with the dates, right?
I'm sorry, I wasn't listening.
Come inside, Sir!
- I don't want to bother you. - Just come in already.
Go into Ábel's room and you can call him from there.
- Would you like a drink? - You're very kind, but no.
He isn't picking up.
Okay, come in!
- I don't mean to bother you. It's late. - Just sit down, wait for him here!
- He could be here any minute. - I'm not pushing you.
Have a strudel, it's not home-made.
- Let me take off my shoes. - Don't take them off!
No! I wanted to clean up today, but I couldn't.
Everything is dirty, so...
Dirty... Why don't you just say that we live in a dump?
Jucika! I cleaned up three days ago!
Tell me, Sir...
Who do you think cleans the apartment?
No need to answer, it's obvious, right?
It's a very nice apartment.
So many paintings...
Inheritance.
Yeah, well...
There are plenty of them that I can't stand.
But since we inherited them...
Like that one over there...
God, and he tells me I make our family look bad!
After a while, you stop noticing them.
We usually look at things at eye level.
It's the same with houses. We look at them at eye level.
Are you sure you don't want a drink, Sir?
A coffee maybe...
Sure. I'll be right back.
It's quite late, but...
Ábel is going to take the exam.
- The final exam? - Yes.
- You mean a retake? - No, no...
The school district ruled it as a special circumstance,
so he will take the final exam again.
They ordered an open exam. By default they are open,
but nobody's ever been to one.
I can't believe it.
I just got the call from the principal.
The principal, sure...
And we're very glad that Ábel can continue his studies.
After all, nowadays, to get ahead without...
Is there anything you can't get away with in this country?
I'm serious, Mr. Trem.
Is there anything you can't get away with in this country?
You can wait for him outside if you want.
That's just so unfair.
You know that this is unfair.
What happened at the exam? Yes, that was unfair.
Then let everybody retake it! That would be fair.
Don't you want Ábel to continue his studies?
I don't? I was his teacher, Sir. I know what he knows.
I hosted his oral exams, he wrote tests.
So he failed because you were his teacher?
No, he failed, because I saw that pin on his chest,
and I said, that's where I draw the line.
- No need for this rant! - Or maybe I was a bad teacher...
- He'll take his exam, and that's it! - Rant...
Rant...
- Did he tell you? - What?
That I looked hatefully at his pin, or whatever they wrote.
- Yes, he told us. - Did he?
Do you know how I looked at it? Just as I did in the last eleven years.
- Why do you think it bothered me? - Is this necessary?
- Is it? - Yes, it is!
I also read the press you call "independent."
- It spikes my blood pressure. - Oh, compared to your propaganda...
For you, that's not news, I know!
It's closer to a MAD magazine!
Still...
We can agree on one thing.
It did bother you that you saw a pin on Ábel's jacket, right?
He left it on.
It was almost...
...twenty years ago...
Yes!
- I was 18, when your prime minister... - Like it or not, he's yours too!
- Not mine. - Yes, you're right.
You're right, he isn't yours! You can have Ferenc Gyurcsány!
- And all the other idiots! - Can I finish?
- That would be good, right? - Excuse me, can I finish?
During that democratic election,
your prime minister and his civic circles roused Fidesz voters
to distinguish themselves by wearing the nationality pin!
So that's what your problem is! I suppose you didn't put it on.
No, I didn't put it on, because I only wear it on March 15th.
Marvelous. What do you want me to do?
I don't mind if someone wears it, but let me tell you,
no one has managed to bring this country to its knees so fast.
What would've happened if you put it on? Let's play with the thought!
What would've happened? You're not a Fidesz voter, fine.
Let's say it's election day, and you put it on.
What comes to mind when you see a nationality pin?
You want me to answer?
But tell me what you really think.
Why?
- You think I'm lying? - That's not what I meant.
Then what did you mean?
- You are twisting my words. - No I'm not. - Yes, you are.
Sure, because it's only you guys who can rant!
- We rant when something unfair happens. - Sure, a country of cronies.
- Leave the country out of this! - Why? It's the same everywhere!
You make a call, then it comes back on us!
Do you think I made some calls?
I know you kept calling Marci!
- The principal? - Yes!
Of course, I called him once. But why am I explaining myself to you?
You know what? I did make some calls!
I called Viktor Orbán himself!
"Hey Viktor! My boy failed his history exam. Now what?"
I'm sure you called him.
In a sense, you did.
Did I have a chance to explain myself?
Are you aware that I can't talk to the press?
A nationality pin...
Ábel, the big patriot, right?
- Do you think my son isn't a patriot? - Why, what's a patriot? For you?
It means I'm as proud of my homeland as I am of my family!
What makes you proud?
This constant paranoia!
Your son copied one of his classmate's tests for years.
Oh yeah? Then...
It's on you! If you had noticed and failed him...
He copied every word!
Fine, he failed! There are two explanations:
He's too stupid for history, or you simply pick on him,
because I lectured you at the parent-teacher meeting!
- A parent-teacher meeting? - That's right!
Since then, you think I'm the greatest anti-Semite!
- I never said such a thing in my life! - You call Orbán a dictator!
Did I ever say that during class?
You call everyone who thinks differently a fascist!
Who did I call a fascist, for fuck's sake?
- How can you live in such hatred? - It's a question of faith..
How can you get up in the morning and breathe with such hatred?
- ...but you are so far from that... - How can you live in such hatred?
- Don't close the windows! - How come he doesn't have cancer yet?
- I'm sorry, could you stop this? - What the fuck is going on here?
I have to close my window while this libtard is shouting at me?
- It's still my home, isn't it? - You'd better leave now.
Am I missing something here?
I can only be proud of something that's honest.
- Something you can question. - I know these speeches...
You don't question anything! You carry these past grievances!
There is only hatred in you, nothing else!
Because in you there isn't, right?
When did you accept that Ábel wore a nationality pin?
- He left it on by accident! - It doesn't matter!
Doesn't matter, right...
What was I thinking? Talking with a brainwashed Orbán-follower?
Then go and ask George Soros who to vote for next time!
Sure, I'll call him! Don't you know his number?
There's two kinds of people: the patriots... and the traitors!
You left out a third kind: the dickheads!
That's right! The dickheads!
One is going down the stairs right now!
Ábel?
Where have you been?
Your mother and I, were worried sick!
You're not answering to either of us.
The principal called today.
You can take the exam again.
How come?
The school district ruled that your case is a special circumstance.
So you can take your history exam again.
When?
The day after tomorrow. On Tuesday.
So get your notes. And this time, cram the Industrial Revolution!
You must get an "A" this time.
You can't get a shit grade.
After all this hassle. Not to mention, it'll be open to the press and others.
But Dad...
But what?
I can't do this.
Excuse me?
I can't do it.
Why not?
You read it through.
- Then Mom and I will help. - I can't do it, Dad!
Don't tell me you can't. You have to!
- I don't know anything. - Don't get hysterical.
Take out your notes, and start studying.
Dad, don't you understand?
Don't you understand?
I don't know anything!
I tried, really...
I read it and repeated it, and I went through it and all, but it's simply...
It's not going to work. I don't know anything.
I didn't know a thing back then either.
You lied?
It's just...
I can't get it into my head,
I can't get it into my fucking head.
- Others can. - But not me!
It's not that it goes in one ear and out the other. It just stays out.
I don't even know what this is! Seriously!
- What is this shit? - Alright, Ábel, stop this.
Dad, don't you get it?
I'm just a stupid prick!
I don't know anything!
I can't get anything into my fucking head, for fuck's sake!
I don't know what else I could do with this stupid fucking head of mine!
My stupid fucking head! Nothing gets inside my head!
I'm dumb! I'm a stupid prick!
I'm just a stupid prick! I can't get anything in it!
- Nothing! For fuck's sake! - Stop it, son, please...
Into my fucking head...
Stop it, son, stop it...
I'm a nobody, Dad.
On Sunday, nothing happened
Good morning! I want two things! Smartness! Precision!
Monday
We must add some nuance to next week's statement.
Books, films, exhibitions, etc.
Last week, we had a feature
on the minister's five favorite films. That was great, lot of readers.
We need something like that. Robi?
Are you writing next week's speech? Why now?
Listen!
I want one thing, it's really important.
I want us to work as a team. A great team, alright?
Not boring depressed bookworms bending over their keyboards. A team!
In light of that, I'd like you to meet Erika Hajnal, our newest team member.
I suppose you read her article about the nationality pin.
Those who haven't read it, you are fired.
Let's give her a hand!
Erika is from Transylvania, so if you need palinka, or smoked bacon,
then you should get on her good side. Thank you, you can get to work.
Just one thing.
We don't have a dress code, but...
These shoes are much better for the running tracks at Margaret Island.
You don't have to run. Nobody is chasing you.
A breeze howls by The camp sleeps tight
Only the fire is alight
Put on the fire, on the fire, keep it alight
we may never see again such a sight
Listen to the church bell, bim, bom, bim, bom
TUESDAY
Good morning, Sir.
Good morning.
I'm sorry.
Please!
Step back!
Gentlemen, step back! This is a final exam!
Ladies and Gentlemen, kindly make some space.
Just step back a little.
Sir! Sir! Step back!
Please move the camera back a bit.
Get back. Get back.
Madam! Step back, please, okay?
Thank you! Thank you!
Ábel.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Pick a topic, please.
Would you tell us the number of the topic, please?
Seven.
"Based on your knowledge and sources,
explain the antecedents and the course of the Mongol invasion."
That's a very nice topic!
Ábel, take a seat. You have 30 minutes to prepare.
THE 26TH OF AUGUST
Wow...
What the hell are you thinking?
Get out of the pool!
Little bastards!
Unbelievable!
Come on!
- Keep climbing! - Hold it!
Pull yourself up!
Quickly!
Let's go this way! To the lakeside!
Come on!
EXPLANATION FOR EVERYTHING
For Dad