Two Girls on the Street (1939) Movie Script
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Two Girls on the Street...
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Dear ladies and gentlemen...
I warmly welcome you,
and I'm especially pleased that
at this grand and solemn moment,
we can celebrate together.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
At his happy moment, I'm
merely a participant.
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
But the real star of the night is my
beloved, sweet little Gizike...
Long life! Long life!
To whom in front of you all,
I solemnly promise
that my only goal in life, just as it's
always been in the past,
is to join with her
in a happy and contented marriage.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
And I'd like to express my gratitude
to her dear father and dear mother...
What is it? What happened?
-Did you cut yourself?
Did something happen to Gyngyike?
Pardon. Pardon.
Gyngyi!
For God's sake!
Do you want to ruin my life?
You must understand.
I already explained to you...
that there are certain...
social obligations.
I... I couldn't do anything else.
You couldn't do anything else.
And me?
What am I supposed to do?
And the child?
Your child.
So you want to blackmail me?
Blackmail? No.
I want to ruin you.
Just like you ruined me,
and now the future of your child!
Not another word or I'll...
It's nothing...just a little scratch.
But I'm worried.
What's keeping them so long?
I don't know.
Enough!
-Quiet!
What's this? What's going on here?
Something wrong?
No. There's nothing wrong.
It's just that Gyngyi...
Wrong? Nothing's wrong.
Other than...this scoundrel...
he said he loved me.
He said he'd marry me.
Me, who...
-Who what?
What is it? What happened?
Who is...pregnant with his child.
Get out!
You're not my child anymore!
Get out!
-That good-for-nothing stinker!
No...It's the woman's fault!
Who would have guessed?
Women's Clinic
Don't say a word...
I don't believe a word you say...
Don't say a word...
You'd just be lying anyway...
I know it's too bad,
but I'm saying goodbye, that's it...
There'll be no more night visits.
No I won't anymore.
Don't say a word...
Though I wish I could still believe...
Because that word...
...meant you really love me...
But when you say that word
in order to seduce...
...it's just no use...
Don't say a word...
Don't say a word...
What do you think of our
new violinist?
I got her the job in
the band.
How do you know her?
-She's my neighbour.
Don't say a word...
I don't believe a word you say...
Because the words you used...
...were that you loved me...
-Step aside. Step aside.
Whaddya doing?
Your hands are shaking.
-Over there yes, but here no.
Don't say a word...
Don't say a word...
Don' shay a woid....
We've run out of bricks here!
What's going on?
Quit standing around.
Is that what you're getting
paid extra for?
The wheelbarrow fell on her foot.
Enough with the excuses!
Speed it up, will you?
Repuska! Repuska!
What is it?
-The mortar's too thin.
Hey Tony...
-Yeah!
Gimme back my level will you!
Manager!
Porter!
Good evening Architect sir.
-Good evening Fortuna. How's it going?
Thank God everything's fine.
We're on schedule.
Sure, sure...you jes' started today.
You jes' have to learn the ropes.
Where does it hurt? -Here!
-Lemme see.
Here?
Damn you! Don't touch me
or I'll bash your head with
this pot!
You're gonna hit me? Me?
What's going on here!
Are you drunk?
She slapped me.
I won't allow it! They think that's
all I'm good for!
They walk by, they're already
touching me.
Quiet!
Back to work!
You too! What are you waiting for?
I dropped a wheelbarrow on my foot.
-That's no reason to start fighting!
Should I allow it? They all think
I'm here to be grabbed and groped!
I only arrived in Pest this morning.
I don't know anyone yet.
Korcza, do you have enough materials?
We're still expecting two shipments
of roof-tiles.
I still need....
Mr. Architect, please!
-What?
I don't know where I'll sleep tonight.
-What's it to me?
I already told the manager.
-What did you tell him?
That I don't know where I'll
sleep tonight.
Can I sleep here in the building?
-Where?
In the toolshed.
-Y'can't. The tools must be locked up.
I'll guard them.
-Who's gonna guard you?
The Good Lord...
and you Mr. Architect...
..both look out for me now.
-Oh who cares...
...but watch they don't steal the
shed from under you.
Thank you.
Don' shay a....woid
Pay up please!
-There you go!
Don' shay a woid...
-Pay up!
I don' believe a woid you shay...
We're closing sir.
Don' shay...a woid...
What a weak night.
It's Monday.
-This week every night's been a Monday.
Don't worry sister.
I don't believe a word you say...
Hello sweethearts!
-Hello Gossip!
What did you bring?
You think it'll always be like this?
No sir.
I used to have it worse.
With hardly anything to eat!
And now?
-Now there's nothing to eat.
It won't get better unless you change,
and I've got lingerie!
And lingerie is extremely important to
each and every one of you because..
"without Yenta's expert combination,
how can you start your renovation?"
Don't be fool mama!
What're you thinking?
Coming to sell us lingerie on a Monday?
Why not? Ladies don't wear lingerie
on Mondays?
No no. Don't butt in!
Let us try on something.
Okay I'm leaving. I'm leaving.
That tastes better than mortar, eh?
For sure.
Gimme some!
You can eat the mortar!
That's right Korcza.
I know how to work fast...
like in Berlin and New York.
Last time I worked for the Messen Group.
-Oh yeah?
1200...
Good night.
-Good night.
...1200 people
worked on the same building.
160 feet high...
...on the 30th floor a restaurant and
a barber shop on the 4th.
Wow.
That's amazing!
People there don't sleep but
I hardly sleep either.
I've a midnight rendezvous
at the Gellert.
I'll be home at 3:00.
And at 6:00 I'm off to Gyr.
What are you looking at?
Why aren't you home?
I was having dinner, Mr. Architect.
-Oh...it's you.
Korcza, I gave this girl permission to
sleep in the toolshed tonight.
Bd! Did you hear?
Yes.
-Good night Mr. Architect.
God bless you too Kolcza.
Good night.
Please Mr. Architect.
-What?
I'm sorry, but you've been so
goodhearted to me.
How's that?
Thank you very much
for the accommodation.
Okay fine.
Mr. Architect please.
-What is it?
Thank you for putting that
good-for-nothing bastard in his place.
All right my child, God be with you.
And I'd also like to thank you, Sir,
for sharing those kind words with me.
All right. Go to sleep.
Mr. Architect, please.
-Yes?
It was very interesting what you
said to the manager.
About those big tall buildings.
1200 people and 650 feet?
With a barber shop on the top?
Well...sounds like a poor way to live.
What now? Why aren't you asleep?
You need something?
Not at all.
But you should go home as well.
It's not good for your health
to work late into the night.
So, you don't think so?
You do talk a lot you know.
Mr. Architect please!
-Eh?
Where are you going now?
Won't you listen to good advice?
Carousing into the night?
Abusing your health?
Tell me. What the heck do you
want from me?
Me? Nothing except...
...I just feel sorry for you
Mr. Architect.
Don't be mad at me.
Good night to you.
Hold on there little girl.
-Let me go or I'll...
Take your hands off! Leave me alone!
How dare you? Shame on you!
Silence! Shut up!
I won't shut up!
-Silence! Shut up!
Nobody hurt you! Tramp!
Bed!
-Yes sir.
Lock up the toolshed! Nobody sleeps here!
-Okay!
So? Did he gobble you up?
What's going on here?
-A plane just crashed.
Where?
-The cellar.
Shame on you saying such crazy things.
Ha! Just look at her!
What are doing here? Get lost!
Move along, move along!
I was undressing when he jumped me
like a madman!
Ahh, he was joking.
Oh thanks! Joking with a girl
who's about to sleep!
Haha! Poor ducky!
-Come on, let's go.
For a gentleman like that you
should show respect!
Respect! What kind of respect?
How can an intelligent person
do that to a woman?
Child, he's no person,
he's just a man.
You finally get a job carrying
mortar, bricks, and lime.
You think everything's fine...
...and then the molesting starts.
What kind of molesting?
Labourers, masons, and the manager too.
They all put hands on me.
My hands ache from all the carrying.
A wheelbarrow fell on my foot.
My toe's still in pain.
What else do they want from me?
What else? Love, you little goose.
Eternal love...for about five minutes.
Five minutes only?
-Okay, maybe 10 minutes.
A guy like that comes around,
whispers in your ear,
looks into your eyes then
solemnly swears...
Isn't that how it happened to you?
-No.
What then?
-I went in...he followed,
he came at me...
then I left.
Not this one. I'm talking
about your first one.
You know, your first.
-I never had anyone before.
Where'd you come from?
-From Gdorvirg
What? What's your name?
-Vica Torma.
Who's your father?
-Antal Szalfter.
But he's only my stepfather.
We buried him last week.
I don't know him.
How come? Do you know that area?
What's your name?
Now I know. You're Gyngyi Krtlyi
What's new at home?
What do you do in Pest?
-I'm on holiday.
Holiday?
-During the days.
At night I play in an all girl's band.
-An all girl's band?
That's right.
-Sounds like a miserable job.
Fate isn't kind to girls these days.
Good is pretty bad. And bad
isn't good either.
And here I am, not knowing
what to do.
Don't you have any money?
-I have. 26 cents.
Better swallow it before you lose it!
I must find a job.
-Here?
Go home! Why don't you
just go home?
For whom? There was only
my stepfather.
Well... you can come and stay with me
until you find some work.
God forbid!
-What?
I'm not joining an all girl's band.
Get off that wheelbarrow!
Here's your stuff!
Get a move on! This is
private property!
Come on, mate.
My God...It's raining.
Are you worried Gyngyi
because of Vicuska?
It's already half past twelve. She
should've been home by now.
I bought her a sweet little dress.
She'll look like a sugarbaby.
Come I'll show you!
Swell, the men will fall all
over themselves.
And this too.
-An army of men.
That's all we need.
-Here.
Gyngyi, Yenta is here.
Manci, you want to buy a camisole?
Let her in.
Yenta!
Hello hello my darlings.
Kissing your hearts.
Listen here kids.
Sensational news from Liliom street.
That Clumsy Cilka
found the perfect career.
Clumsy Cilka?
-Why's that so surprising?
Clumsy Cilka married a filthy-rich
coffin-manufacturer,
a very decent, neurotic man.
He bought six camisoles from me.
Check these out.
Each like a dream. Thin as air.
Look at this lace honey!
Ah beautiful!.
These two are amazing!
And what do you say about this
nightgown?
Listen to me. This is for you sweetie.
Two for 22 pengs. You see?
Hey, put down that apple!
You'll ruin the merchandise!
Wipe your paws.
I'd buy some for Vica.
Give me discount.
I can't. Where is Vicuska?
Let me kiss those sweet cheeks of hers!
I'll slap those sweet cheeks of hers!
-Why?
It's ridiculous coming home so late.
Give me a ciggie.
Did you send her on an errand?
She's still at the manicure-salon.
She already gets tips!
And brings them home too.
-What a good girl.
Yesterday she said... we'll open
a new salon and I'd be the manager.
The sweet little fool.
Really, with a better price I'd
buy them for her.
Honey I can't, I'm already losing money.
-Come on.
My feet are swollen from all the walking.
I can't. It's me taking risks.
Come on honey. Sign here.
HAIR DYING, BLEACHING,
PERMANENT WAVE.
I hope it'll be done on time.
I'll look in again tonight.
God be with you Korcza.
No good. I don't like it.
Too short.
It's supposed to be. For you
even that's too short.
What about this?
-No.
Oh oh oh what an expert you've become
since you left the asylum.
If I don't like it I don't like it.
You look like a log in it.
In that nightgown you look like
a cow wearing a pillowcase!
Mind your own business.
-Leave me alone!
I don't care what you think.
-You're just a know-it-all.
You just want to argue with me!
Stop arguing! You're jealous!
-Me? Jealous?
You think I'm jealous of your figure?
You look like a wasp!
What? A wasp?
-You heard me! A wasp!
Shut your mouth now sweetheart
or I'll step on your tongue.
Ladies, doesn't it bother you that I
sleep over there?
Look Mr. Pilz, you were once
an educated gentleman.
Is this camisol short?
Yes it IS short!
I'd say it was relative...
On a tall lady it's short,
on a short lady it's long.
You have to sign for it, my dear.
Stop! What's she signing?
She's signing again?
-Finally Vicus, where were you?
Oh it was so busy at work.
Hello sweetie!
-Good day Uncle Pilz. How are you?
Good day.
Manci! Manci!...Fatso is here!
The same guy who was here
last time.
No, no, no! Just give me back
that camisol.
Bye everyone.
-I'll be back for the money!
What are you buying again?
-These two camisoles.
They're for you!
-And real cheap. Two for just 22 pengs.
14 pengos and not a penny
more for them.
What? 14 pengs?
Kids! Lali is here.
The owner graces us with his presence.
-Where's he been?
Walked here...probably from jail.
Greetings girls! -Hi!
- You finally showed up!
Hello Juci.
-Gimme five, Lali!
He's in a mood again!
-Hello Gyngyi.
Don't you look elegant Lali.
Business is good, quite good.
Hello Kittie-Cat.
Tell me Lalika you handsome devil.
Can't you get me a booking abroad?
Doing what?
Oh just some innocent little
white-slave trading.
Come on, it's not like that. I'm nothing
more than a talent agent.
Hey Gyngyi! I could book you for
a concert in Warsaw.
Too late Lalika. I can't leave
Pest anymore.
You used to pester me to get you
a booking abroad.
Not anymore.
-Why not?
Haven't you heard she's
got a child now.
And a real pretty one!
And she's 20 years old already.
A 20 years-old daughter?
If both sides are divided
by 'a' squared times 'b' squared,
then 'x' squared times 'a' squared
plus 'y' squared
times 'b' squared equals 1.
This is called the General Equation
for an Ellipse.
Bravo.
It's 9 o'clock. I must go
to my office soon.
So? How much did you make last night
with your shaky hands?
These days there's misery everywhere.
Even the beggars have it tough.
Why do you keep drinking?
-Why?
It's in the State's interest.
-Come on. It's bad for your health.
That's why they have those
healing spas.
The workhouse spa, the prison spa...
...madhouse spas.
Let's continue Uncle Pilz...
what we learned yesterday...
...about the Earth's rotation.
You know I'd never thought the
Earth could rotate...
...without us noticing it.
And the Moon! And the stars!
Well if you're interested in the stars
I just read a piece about the oceans
on the moon.
Hold on, I'll bring it over.
Good evening.
Good evening.
-Gyngyi?
Vica.
-I mean I'm looking for Gyngyi.
'Cause I'm a good old pal of hers.
-Is that so?
Have a seat please.
-Thank you.
And who do I have the good luck to...
Indeed it's your lucky day...
...because I just returned from abroad.
The biggest Revue in Bucharest
is looking for
beautiful girls with good figures.
And there's one right here. You!
-No, No! Don't touch me! Uncle Pilz!!
Uncle Pilz!
Listen here! Relax...quiet!
-Stop touching me!
You know, she really tried to kiss me.
No no no no!
Have you gone crazy?
Are you scared?
-You're nuts!
Scumbag! Out!
"...and under these conditions...
...going on under your nose."
"Your dear daughter deep in a
pit of debauchery."
"Playing in a women's band,"
"suffering the scandalous behavior
of the patrons!"
"Is your heart made of stone!"
"Suffering the scandalous behavior
of the patrons!"
Talk about scandal!
Really,
I'm not sure what to do about this.
This is horrible!
Mr. Attorney, I don't know anything
about this letter.
Keep on reading please.
"She lives at 6 Gaz street."
"Surrounded by women who carry on
in an immoral fashion."
"It's your fatherly duty to provide
for her."
Vica! Vica!
Did you write this letter to
my father?
Stop yelling. I did it
for your sake.
Isn't it obvious?
-Did I ask you to do this?
I asked on your behalf.
I don't want anything from my father.
But His Grace wants you to have
a decent annuity from him.
Take it Gyngyi!
As a lawyer and human being, all I can
recommend is...
This will make your dear father
incredibly happy.
I kiss your hand.
-God be with you, Mr. Attorney.
Vica!
-Gyngyi!
Gyngyi! Gyngyi!
Gyngyi!
It's a pretty house isn't it?
It's clear you built it.
This way please.
Come in.
Please.
And this here is the bedroom.
Spacious and sunny.
Bus and tram stop
right in front of the building.
If you please Mademoiselle.
This way.
Nice work.
-Craftsmanship, real craftsmanship.
I'll show you the little room.
I thought you were going to brag about
carrying the mortar...
The apartment faces south-west.
I can recommend this place to you
with full confidence...
and between us, there isn't anything
quite like it in the area.
And of course if you have a car...
Well all right then.
If you please, we can go over
the terms of the contract.
Come.
This way please.
Take it easy
or I'll drop the whole thing.
Go ahead and drop it.
It's not mine.
Tilt it a bit.
-Hey Hey!
Don't mark up the wall!
We won't, kissing your hand miss.
I hope not! You know how
hard it was to build it?
What a world...
You can't get a glass o' beer
in the entire city.
Come on! They sell beer at the
corner restaurant.
But for money!
-Oh, I see!
When you're done.
There'll be some tips here.
Gyngyi...
Can't you sleep either?
-No.
You too?
Oh I'm so happy I can't sleep.
You know even in the dark this apartment
is so beautiful.
And life is so great after all,
isn't it?
You plucked me up from the
construction site...
...and made a fine lady out of me.
Tell me...why do you like me?
Why do you bother with me?
Maybe instead of someone else...
-Your child?
I wish I could raise you the
way I want.
You know...sometimes I wonder...
How can love you?
How can I teach you?
Me, with my wretched life?
Don't say such things.
How can I be smart enough
for that?
Good enough?
Enough of a mother?
Don't worry about me now,
but on your violin!
You must practice! A lot! A lot!
Uncle Pilz said you could become
a great violinist!
I'll marry you off
to a really decent man.
You could even have a concert
in the Vigad!
Gyngyi Krtly, virtuoso violinist.
But only to a serious honest man,
who'd respect you.
Maybe an engineer or architect.
Those are the kind of men I trust!
Why those kind?
-I don't know.
But I really like the idea of somebody
creating something out of nothing.
Someone who knows about tempo.
-You little fool!
Gyngyi...I'm so happy!
They all wanted to come help us...
...Manci, Adl,
Mici and the rest, but I talked
them out of it.
You did the right thing. I don't
want them to know about my past.
I understand.
Not for myself...
because of Vica.
I hope to secure a decent life for her.
A good education. Find her a
good husband.
God help you.
Well I'm off now.
I still need to sleep...
...so tonight I'm fresh...
...and can shake some more.
Uncle Pilz... for once can I
buy some matches from you too?
Come on. They're not worth that much.
10 cents.
-Just take it.
My self-respect whispers in my ear,
"Give it back Pilz."
But my self-interest shouts,
"Take it Pilz."
Self-interest wins.
Thank you so much.
Thank you so much.
Kissing your hand.
Excuse me. Don't you know me?
No.
- But please!
Oh Gyngyi, big trouble!
What is it? What happened?
He's here!
-Who? -HE'S here!
But who? -The architect.
-What architect?
The landlord! - Is he an architect
or a landlord? - An architect!
You know, from the toolshed.
He lives here too!
What? And you're telling me this now?
I didn't know.
-Well that's a good start...
She talks me into
renting in this building!
If this recognizes you now...
Pardon me.
Yes, what do you want?
-I'm Istvn Csiszr.
Kissing your hand.
I'm Csiszr, the owner of the house.
I didn't want to disturb you ladies
until you settled in.
I'd like to know is
there anything you need?
-No, thank you.
-Come in, please!
Very kind of you. Thank you.
But only for a moment.
It's not possible
that we haven't met before.
But where exactly, I wonder.
Maybe in Vadaszkurt.
We lived there a month.
Come right in...
No! Hang on, I got it!
-Well?
Didn't you spend the summer
at the Lake Balaton two years ago?
Of course!
-It was lovely.
Now I remember you, Mr. Architect.
You used to wear those tiny
swim trunks.
I usually wear that tiny one.
Excuse me. It's my dressmaker.
-No worries.
If you'll allow me.
It's better this way.
And tell me...what are you
building now?
Now? Two six-storey.
And tell me...do you love your
profession?
Is it possible not to love
such a profession?
Kissing your hand.
To your health.
Construction...
I stop in the middle of some empty land,
raise my arms,
and people appear, scaffolding goes up,
and walls run up to the sky.
People move in. A house!
Do you know how good it feels to know
I built that house?
You? You never carried the bricks.
-What?
No walls ever ran up to the sky
just because you raised your arms.
It's because men climbed the scaffolding,
carrying heavy buckets of mortar.
Straining...
It's only the strength and sweat of
those men that built up...
Who would have guessed that...
such a fine young lady...
-What?
...would appreciate the hard work
of the labourers.
Alas, I must go now.
-Oh, you're leaving already?
Gyngyi!
To be honest I wasn't expecting such
a pleasant visit.
He's leaving already.
I assure you, in my dreams...
I couldn't have hoped
for better tenants.
Kissing your hand.
-God be with you.
Well if you need anything,
don't hesitate to ask for my help.
I'm happy to be of service.
Kissing your hand.
Good bye.
Gyngyi! Gyngyi!
He kissed my hand!
Gyngyi didn't say anything?
What did you tell her?
Where were you yesterday?
At the cinema.
-And she believed you?
I acted like I believed her.
No. I'm certain.
Look Yenta! I can see it in her
eyes that she's not telling the truth.
No. That's out of question.
Look Vica. I like to be straightforward.
If I need someone or something,
I buy it.
And that person or thing
has no say about it?
It's just stuff.
Everything can be bought and sold.
Including women?
-Women?
Money can even cut stones in half.
That's a stretch.
-Like hell it is. Look...
...I work in steel and concrete.
Once in New York
I saw a 20 storey building.
Half of it was in somebody's way.
The builder paid,
and the building was cut in half.
The entire building...
steel and concrete.
But there's one thing stronger
than all that. A person's self-respect.
Self-respect! You see,
that's the world's biggest fairy tale.
People sell that too,
but only for big money.
For no money Mr. Architect.
For no money!
Come on Vica!
Vica!
Vicuska!
You're home already?
I thought you'd be back later.
-I just got in.
Where were you?
-I went shopping for a hat.
No...I didn't like any of them.
I don't like when you're out wandering
alone. Did you take a cab at least?
I can find my way home on foot.
Hallo!
-Am I disturbing you?
Not at all, kissing your hand.
What a surprise. Why would
you disturb me?
I have big plans for you.
I'm planning to seduce you.
-I wish you were telling the truth.
I'm absolutely serious.
I plan to seduce you to take me golfing.
I haven't played in a long time.
And how do you know I golf?
I saw your clubs in the car
the other day.
Okay just let me know Gyngyi.
Anytime at all. Maybe this afternoon.
Well that was an great idea Gyngyi.
Coming up here for a short round.
Go ahead, it's all yours.
I have some other good ideas as well.
Like what?
-For example this evening's plans.
So, what did you have in mind?
A little dancing. A little champagne.
That's an incredible idea.
Look, let's go someplace this evening.
The three of us. You, Vica, and me.
You want to take Vica out for some fun?
Why not?
-I was thinking the two of us.
Maria Theresa, Queen of Hungary
and Bohemia,
later the Empress of the Holy Roman
Empire, born in Vienna May 13th 1717.
Died November 29th 1780.
Oh... Maria Theresa, Queen of
Hungary and Bohemia,
later the Empress of the Holy Roman
Empire, born in Vienna May 13th 1717.
Died November 29th 1780.
...daughter of King Charles VI and
mother of Joseph II...
Hello Vica.
-Where were you?
Shopping....for a hat.
Wearing a golf-outfit?
Oh...beautiful!
Beautiful!
I've only sat on something like this
at the homes of rich folks.
First class, take it from me!
Speaking of first class...
...I just remembered, the head-waiter
at the Cafe Waterloo
slapped some racing car driver.
That head-waiter was just crossing the
street when that filthy driver drove up.
No horn, no nothing.
He almost ran over him.
Just like you did to me earlier.
-Me?
Yeah, you were with that Csiszr.
Oh we were out golfing.
You call it that now? Golf?
-What do you mean?
In my day they used to call it
'fooling-around.'
Look Yenta, you don't understand.
I can't let Csiszr turn
that dizzy kid's head around.
He'll never commit, you know that.
Has Vica admitted that she's
stepping out with him?
She lies about it. A first rate liar.
Now I know
what my parents went through with me.
These young girls allow themselves to be
cooked like a bag of soup bones.
And that I won't allow!
You won't?
-Why are you laughing?
Admit it...you like this Csiszr.
You're trying to fool me? Honey!
Me...the teacher?
I like him.
And you're sacrificing yourself
for Vica's sake. Oh you little martyr!
Believe me I'd rather
be with you now, Vica.
But I have
an important business meeting.
Unfortunately I can't put it off.
I hope you're not mad.
Where are you off to Gyngyi?
-I'm meeting an old friend.
Where were you?
Hallo? Yes.
N..no I can't talk now.
Yes I'm coming.
Where are you going Gyngyi?
- I've got some business.
With whom, Gyngyi?
I already told you, an old acquaintance.
-That's not true!
What?
-You're lying!
How could you!!
Well so...
...you had a falling out.
She'd still be living on Gaz street
if I hadn't taken charge of things..
Why don't you look for other
opportunities, Vicuska?
I could make you a big star....
...with a huge audience!
Dress you up in fine clothes...
...you'd be making big money,
like a big star...
and I'd only take 20 per cent.
Don't bullshit me.
I know who you are.
Why? Because I offered you
a contract?
A contract? So I can drown?
I strongly object to that.
Why object?
When it's exactly what I need.
You've lost a lot of poundage
You're much too thin, no roundage.
Not an ounce of fat,
but never mind that
'cause I like you like you are, OK!
Now all your fat is gone too,
there's nothing to grab onto,
but that kind of thin,
well it's not a sin
'cause I like you like you are, OK!
Keep on like this, alas,
and they'll laugh at you all day.
We'll tie you to a blade of grass,
or the wind'll blow you away.
'Cause you've lost a lot of poundage,
you're much too thin, no roundage.
Not an ounce of fat,
but never mind that,
'cause I like you like you are, OK!
Don't say a word...
I don't believe a word you say...
Don't say a word...
You'd just be lying anyway...
I know it's too bad,
but I'm saying goodbye, that's it...
There'll be no more night visits...
No I won't anymore.
Don't say a word...
Though I wish I could still believe...
because that word...
...meant you really love me...
But when you say that word
in order to seduce...
...it's just no use...
Don't say a word...
Don't say a word.
Look Gyngyi. Listen to me.
-I know what you're trying to say.
-No you don't.
All men say the same thing to a woman
if they have to.
Even if the man is in love.
I don't understand.
-If he's in love with someone else.
Dance?
-With pleasure.
Why so quiet?
I feel like...
you're dancing with me and...
thinking about someone else.
Maybe you're right.
Are you jealous?
Yes.
-Of whom?
Of whom?
Let's say...the one you're thinking
about now.
Of Vica?
Vica?
Yes, I was thinking about her.
This is her favourite song.
Tell me Gyngyi.
Why do you put Vica between us now?
No, I think I'm standing between
you and Vica.
I don't understand.
Tell me. Do you love Vica?
What do you mean?
I want to know.
You see? What a smart girl you are.
This is the road to fame and fortune.
You'll see, my little sweetheart...
I'm not interested.
-But little sweetheart...
...what a career I'll make for you.
Come on.
I'm getting out!
-Vicus, no!
Stop the car!
-Quit joking!
Stay put! Don't get out!
Vicus, are you crazy?
Throwing away your good luck?
Vica!
Vica?
Vica!
Yenta? Come here now.
We've got a big problem.
Vica is gone!
I don't understand.
I don't understand.
How could she do this?
She wrote this.
I love Csiszr, more than
my own life.
You took him from me.
I hope you're happy together...Vica.
Did you really steal him?
-Oh come on!
She left with that scoundrel Lala.
I heard it in the Cafe.
-With Lali?
I've been to his apartment but
didn't find her.
We should notify the police.
No way!
They'd snoop around and ask me who
and how I know this Lali.
And Csiszr would hear about it too.
If only...
I'd known how much she loves him...
More than her own life.
Why are you standing there?
You went to university...
If that's true, you'd have asked all the
hotel doormen by now.
What've you been doing?
When I publish my memoirs you can
read them and find out...
...If you can read at all.
Sleaze! Ducked into a boutique to
have a few.
You know, one day you could drink
cyanide by mistake.
Why do you say that?
Try some and find out.
Lowlife!
-Old Capitalist.
What?
Hey!
Whaddya you doing there?
Vica Torma...
-Over there.
Vicuska...Vica...
-Uncle Pilz!
I once wanted to throw my
life away too.
Because I thought....I was useless.
Then I realized that I'm important.
The dead can't sell matches.
It was a mistake, you know.
One can live his whole life without
knowing about death.
But to die without knowing
anything about life?
A big mistake.
A big mistake.
Come...have some tea.
You'll feel better now.
A little more.
More...
That's it.
And so? That's terrible.
So...she didn't do serious harm
to herself.
Thank God.
But Gyngyi! Why didn't you tell me
about this sooner?
Look, I'll get dressed and come
right over.
She's already asleep.
I didn't realize she loved
that man so much.
More than her own life.
You know, I often think that
people under 50 shouldn't be allowed
to fall in love.
Otherwise
how could anyone be strong enough...
...and experienced enough
to survive that kind of hellish illness
of the heart.
Take care of her Gyngyi.
Take care of her.
Vica.
What is it? Why are you here?
Are you going somewhere with
Gyngyi again?
I have nothing to do with Gyngyi.
What do you want?
The same as you, Vica.
Then you can go.
-But you love me...
...more than your own life.
I wrote that letter yesterday.
Only one night has passed since then.
But what a night!
The fresh air did me good.
It cleared my head.
Who are you anyway? Buying
and selling love like that.
Even your name means horse-trader.
You can't buy self-esteem,
Mr. Architect!
One can marry an honest worker
just as well!
Bring him his lunch every day...
...while he breaks his back labouring.
...carrying bricks and mortar!
Like I did
when we met at the construction site.
What?
You?
-Me.
Of course...It's not Lake Balaton
where we met...
but...
-In the toolshed!
How did you end up here?
I wanted to... stay close by to you.
But I already regret it.
-Vica!
How dare you!
-Vica! My mortar carrier!
Violin-Concert of
Gyngyi Krtly
Hallo!
Hallo!
I've got your lunch!
Come on up, I'm starving!
Hey!
Why are you standing there?
Come on! Move it!
The End.
by MOVIOLA & YPSE
The restauration of this film was carried out
using original 35 mm audio and video-negatives
preserved in the Hungarian National Film archive.
A new 35 mm negative was also made during
the digital restauration.
Restauration was done by
Cinetecha del Comune di Bologna
in the laboratory of L'Immagine Ritrovata
in 2010.
The restoration of this film was
supported by the World Cinema Foundation.
Initiated by Martin Scorsese
at Cannes in May, 2007,
it was established to help film-makers, with the
identification, preservation and restoration...
of endangered films
representing cultural heritage.
Two Girls on the Street...
Based on the play by:
Film adaptation by:
Music:
Directed by:
Dear ladies and gentlemen...
I warmly welcome you,
and I'm especially pleased that
at this grand and solemn moment,
we can celebrate together.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
At his happy moment, I'm
merely a participant.
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
But the real star of the night is my
beloved, sweet little Gizike...
Long life! Long life!
To whom in front of you all,
I solemnly promise
that my only goal in life, just as it's
always been in the past,
is to join with her
in a happy and contented marriage.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
And I'd like to express my gratitude
to her dear father and dear mother...
What is it? What happened?
-Did you cut yourself?
Did something happen to Gyngyike?
Pardon. Pardon.
Gyngyi!
For God's sake!
Do you want to ruin my life?
You must understand.
I already explained to you...
that there are certain...
social obligations.
I... I couldn't do anything else.
You couldn't do anything else.
And me?
What am I supposed to do?
And the child?
Your child.
So you want to blackmail me?
Blackmail? No.
I want to ruin you.
Just like you ruined me,
and now the future of your child!
Not another word or I'll...
It's nothing...just a little scratch.
But I'm worried.
What's keeping them so long?
I don't know.
Enough!
-Quiet!
What's this? What's going on here?
Something wrong?
No. There's nothing wrong.
It's just that Gyngyi...
Wrong? Nothing's wrong.
Other than...this scoundrel...
he said he loved me.
He said he'd marry me.
Me, who...
-Who what?
What is it? What happened?
Who is...pregnant with his child.
Get out!
You're not my child anymore!
Get out!
-That good-for-nothing stinker!
No...It's the woman's fault!
Who would have guessed?
Women's Clinic
Don't say a word...
I don't believe a word you say...
Don't say a word...
You'd just be lying anyway...
I know it's too bad,
but I'm saying goodbye, that's it...
There'll be no more night visits.
No I won't anymore.
Don't say a word...
Though I wish I could still believe...
Because that word...
...meant you really love me...
But when you say that word
in order to seduce...
...it's just no use...
Don't say a word...
Don't say a word...
What do you think of our
new violinist?
I got her the job in
the band.
How do you know her?
-She's my neighbour.
Don't say a word...
I don't believe a word you say...
Because the words you used...
...were that you loved me...
-Step aside. Step aside.
Whaddya doing?
Your hands are shaking.
-Over there yes, but here no.
Don't say a word...
Don't say a word...
Don' shay a woid....
We've run out of bricks here!
What's going on?
Quit standing around.
Is that what you're getting
paid extra for?
The wheelbarrow fell on her foot.
Enough with the excuses!
Speed it up, will you?
Repuska! Repuska!
What is it?
-The mortar's too thin.
Hey Tony...
-Yeah!
Gimme back my level will you!
Manager!
Porter!
Good evening Architect sir.
-Good evening Fortuna. How's it going?
Thank God everything's fine.
We're on schedule.
Sure, sure...you jes' started today.
You jes' have to learn the ropes.
Where does it hurt? -Here!
-Lemme see.
Here?
Damn you! Don't touch me
or I'll bash your head with
this pot!
You're gonna hit me? Me?
What's going on here!
Are you drunk?
She slapped me.
I won't allow it! They think that's
all I'm good for!
They walk by, they're already
touching me.
Quiet!
Back to work!
You too! What are you waiting for?
I dropped a wheelbarrow on my foot.
-That's no reason to start fighting!
Should I allow it? They all think
I'm here to be grabbed and groped!
I only arrived in Pest this morning.
I don't know anyone yet.
Korcza, do you have enough materials?
We're still expecting two shipments
of roof-tiles.
I still need....
Mr. Architect, please!
-What?
I don't know where I'll sleep tonight.
-What's it to me?
I already told the manager.
-What did you tell him?
That I don't know where I'll
sleep tonight.
Can I sleep here in the building?
-Where?
In the toolshed.
-Y'can't. The tools must be locked up.
I'll guard them.
-Who's gonna guard you?
The Good Lord...
and you Mr. Architect...
..both look out for me now.
-Oh who cares...
...but watch they don't steal the
shed from under you.
Thank you.
Don' shay a....woid
Pay up please!
-There you go!
Don' shay a woid...
-Pay up!
I don' believe a woid you shay...
We're closing sir.
Don' shay...a woid...
What a weak night.
It's Monday.
-This week every night's been a Monday.
Don't worry sister.
I don't believe a word you say...
Hello sweethearts!
-Hello Gossip!
What did you bring?
You think it'll always be like this?
No sir.
I used to have it worse.
With hardly anything to eat!
And now?
-Now there's nothing to eat.
It won't get better unless you change,
and I've got lingerie!
And lingerie is extremely important to
each and every one of you because..
"without Yenta's expert combination,
how can you start your renovation?"
Don't be fool mama!
What're you thinking?
Coming to sell us lingerie on a Monday?
Why not? Ladies don't wear lingerie
on Mondays?
No no. Don't butt in!
Let us try on something.
Okay I'm leaving. I'm leaving.
That tastes better than mortar, eh?
For sure.
Gimme some!
You can eat the mortar!
That's right Korcza.
I know how to work fast...
like in Berlin and New York.
Last time I worked for the Messen Group.
-Oh yeah?
1200...
Good night.
-Good night.
...1200 people
worked on the same building.
160 feet high...
...on the 30th floor a restaurant and
a barber shop on the 4th.
Wow.
That's amazing!
People there don't sleep but
I hardly sleep either.
I've a midnight rendezvous
at the Gellert.
I'll be home at 3:00.
And at 6:00 I'm off to Gyr.
What are you looking at?
Why aren't you home?
I was having dinner, Mr. Architect.
-Oh...it's you.
Korcza, I gave this girl permission to
sleep in the toolshed tonight.
Bd! Did you hear?
Yes.
-Good night Mr. Architect.
God bless you too Kolcza.
Good night.
Please Mr. Architect.
-What?
I'm sorry, but you've been so
goodhearted to me.
How's that?
Thank you very much
for the accommodation.
Okay fine.
Mr. Architect please.
-What is it?
Thank you for putting that
good-for-nothing bastard in his place.
All right my child, God be with you.
And I'd also like to thank you, Sir,
for sharing those kind words with me.
All right. Go to sleep.
Mr. Architect, please.
-Yes?
It was very interesting what you
said to the manager.
About those big tall buildings.
1200 people and 650 feet?
With a barber shop on the top?
Well...sounds like a poor way to live.
What now? Why aren't you asleep?
You need something?
Not at all.
But you should go home as well.
It's not good for your health
to work late into the night.
So, you don't think so?
You do talk a lot you know.
Mr. Architect please!
-Eh?
Where are you going now?
Won't you listen to good advice?
Carousing into the night?
Abusing your health?
Tell me. What the heck do you
want from me?
Me? Nothing except...
...I just feel sorry for you
Mr. Architect.
Don't be mad at me.
Good night to you.
Hold on there little girl.
-Let me go or I'll...
Take your hands off! Leave me alone!
How dare you? Shame on you!
Silence! Shut up!
I won't shut up!
-Silence! Shut up!
Nobody hurt you! Tramp!
Bed!
-Yes sir.
Lock up the toolshed! Nobody sleeps here!
-Okay!
So? Did he gobble you up?
What's going on here?
-A plane just crashed.
Where?
-The cellar.
Shame on you saying such crazy things.
Ha! Just look at her!
What are doing here? Get lost!
Move along, move along!
I was undressing when he jumped me
like a madman!
Ahh, he was joking.
Oh thanks! Joking with a girl
who's about to sleep!
Haha! Poor ducky!
-Come on, let's go.
For a gentleman like that you
should show respect!
Respect! What kind of respect?
How can an intelligent person
do that to a woman?
Child, he's no person,
he's just a man.
You finally get a job carrying
mortar, bricks, and lime.
You think everything's fine...
...and then the molesting starts.
What kind of molesting?
Labourers, masons, and the manager too.
They all put hands on me.
My hands ache from all the carrying.
A wheelbarrow fell on my foot.
My toe's still in pain.
What else do they want from me?
What else? Love, you little goose.
Eternal love...for about five minutes.
Five minutes only?
-Okay, maybe 10 minutes.
A guy like that comes around,
whispers in your ear,
looks into your eyes then
solemnly swears...
Isn't that how it happened to you?
-No.
What then?
-I went in...he followed,
he came at me...
then I left.
Not this one. I'm talking
about your first one.
You know, your first.
-I never had anyone before.
Where'd you come from?
-From Gdorvirg
What? What's your name?
-Vica Torma.
Who's your father?
-Antal Szalfter.
But he's only my stepfather.
We buried him last week.
I don't know him.
How come? Do you know that area?
What's your name?
Now I know. You're Gyngyi Krtlyi
What's new at home?
What do you do in Pest?
-I'm on holiday.
Holiday?
-During the days.
At night I play in an all girl's band.
-An all girl's band?
That's right.
-Sounds like a miserable job.
Fate isn't kind to girls these days.
Good is pretty bad. And bad
isn't good either.
And here I am, not knowing
what to do.
Don't you have any money?
-I have. 26 cents.
Better swallow it before you lose it!
I must find a job.
-Here?
Go home! Why don't you
just go home?
For whom? There was only
my stepfather.
Well... you can come and stay with me
until you find some work.
God forbid!
-What?
I'm not joining an all girl's band.
Get off that wheelbarrow!
Here's your stuff!
Get a move on! This is
private property!
Come on, mate.
My God...It's raining.
Are you worried Gyngyi
because of Vicuska?
It's already half past twelve. She
should've been home by now.
I bought her a sweet little dress.
She'll look like a sugarbaby.
Come I'll show you!
Swell, the men will fall all
over themselves.
And this too.
-An army of men.
That's all we need.
-Here.
Gyngyi, Yenta is here.
Manci, you want to buy a camisole?
Let her in.
Yenta!
Hello hello my darlings.
Kissing your hearts.
Listen here kids.
Sensational news from Liliom street.
That Clumsy Cilka
found the perfect career.
Clumsy Cilka?
-Why's that so surprising?
Clumsy Cilka married a filthy-rich
coffin-manufacturer,
a very decent, neurotic man.
He bought six camisoles from me.
Check these out.
Each like a dream. Thin as air.
Look at this lace honey!
Ah beautiful!.
These two are amazing!
And what do you say about this
nightgown?
Listen to me. This is for you sweetie.
Two for 22 pengs. You see?
Hey, put down that apple!
You'll ruin the merchandise!
Wipe your paws.
I'd buy some for Vica.
Give me discount.
I can't. Where is Vicuska?
Let me kiss those sweet cheeks of hers!
I'll slap those sweet cheeks of hers!
-Why?
It's ridiculous coming home so late.
Give me a ciggie.
Did you send her on an errand?
She's still at the manicure-salon.
She already gets tips!
And brings them home too.
-What a good girl.
Yesterday she said... we'll open
a new salon and I'd be the manager.
The sweet little fool.
Really, with a better price I'd
buy them for her.
Honey I can't, I'm already losing money.
-Come on.
My feet are swollen from all the walking.
I can't. It's me taking risks.
Come on honey. Sign here.
HAIR DYING, BLEACHING,
PERMANENT WAVE.
I hope it'll be done on time.
I'll look in again tonight.
God be with you Korcza.
No good. I don't like it.
Too short.
It's supposed to be. For you
even that's too short.
What about this?
-No.
Oh oh oh what an expert you've become
since you left the asylum.
If I don't like it I don't like it.
You look like a log in it.
In that nightgown you look like
a cow wearing a pillowcase!
Mind your own business.
-Leave me alone!
I don't care what you think.
-You're just a know-it-all.
You just want to argue with me!
Stop arguing! You're jealous!
-Me? Jealous?
You think I'm jealous of your figure?
You look like a wasp!
What? A wasp?
-You heard me! A wasp!
Shut your mouth now sweetheart
or I'll step on your tongue.
Ladies, doesn't it bother you that I
sleep over there?
Look Mr. Pilz, you were once
an educated gentleman.
Is this camisol short?
Yes it IS short!
I'd say it was relative...
On a tall lady it's short,
on a short lady it's long.
You have to sign for it, my dear.
Stop! What's she signing?
She's signing again?
-Finally Vicus, where were you?
Oh it was so busy at work.
Hello sweetie!
-Good day Uncle Pilz. How are you?
Good day.
Manci! Manci!...Fatso is here!
The same guy who was here
last time.
No, no, no! Just give me back
that camisol.
Bye everyone.
-I'll be back for the money!
What are you buying again?
-These two camisoles.
They're for you!
-And real cheap. Two for just 22 pengs.
14 pengos and not a penny
more for them.
What? 14 pengs?
Kids! Lali is here.
The owner graces us with his presence.
-Where's he been?
Walked here...probably from jail.
Greetings girls! -Hi!
- You finally showed up!
Hello Juci.
-Gimme five, Lali!
He's in a mood again!
-Hello Gyngyi.
Don't you look elegant Lali.
Business is good, quite good.
Hello Kittie-Cat.
Tell me Lalika you handsome devil.
Can't you get me a booking abroad?
Doing what?
Oh just some innocent little
white-slave trading.
Come on, it's not like that. I'm nothing
more than a talent agent.
Hey Gyngyi! I could book you for
a concert in Warsaw.
Too late Lalika. I can't leave
Pest anymore.
You used to pester me to get you
a booking abroad.
Not anymore.
-Why not?
Haven't you heard she's
got a child now.
And a real pretty one!
And she's 20 years old already.
A 20 years-old daughter?
If both sides are divided
by 'a' squared times 'b' squared,
then 'x' squared times 'a' squared
plus 'y' squared
times 'b' squared equals 1.
This is called the General Equation
for an Ellipse.
Bravo.
It's 9 o'clock. I must go
to my office soon.
So? How much did you make last night
with your shaky hands?
These days there's misery everywhere.
Even the beggars have it tough.
Why do you keep drinking?
-Why?
It's in the State's interest.
-Come on. It's bad for your health.
That's why they have those
healing spas.
The workhouse spa, the prison spa...
...madhouse spas.
Let's continue Uncle Pilz...
what we learned yesterday...
...about the Earth's rotation.
You know I'd never thought the
Earth could rotate...
...without us noticing it.
And the Moon! And the stars!
Well if you're interested in the stars
I just read a piece about the oceans
on the moon.
Hold on, I'll bring it over.
Good evening.
Good evening.
-Gyngyi?
Vica.
-I mean I'm looking for Gyngyi.
'Cause I'm a good old pal of hers.
-Is that so?
Have a seat please.
-Thank you.
And who do I have the good luck to...
Indeed it's your lucky day...
...because I just returned from abroad.
The biggest Revue in Bucharest
is looking for
beautiful girls with good figures.
And there's one right here. You!
-No, No! Don't touch me! Uncle Pilz!!
Uncle Pilz!
Listen here! Relax...quiet!
-Stop touching me!
You know, she really tried to kiss me.
No no no no!
Have you gone crazy?
Are you scared?
-You're nuts!
Scumbag! Out!
"...and under these conditions...
...going on under your nose."
"Your dear daughter deep in a
pit of debauchery."
"Playing in a women's band,"
"suffering the scandalous behavior
of the patrons!"
"Is your heart made of stone!"
"Suffering the scandalous behavior
of the patrons!"
Talk about scandal!
Really,
I'm not sure what to do about this.
This is horrible!
Mr. Attorney, I don't know anything
about this letter.
Keep on reading please.
"She lives at 6 Gaz street."
"Surrounded by women who carry on
in an immoral fashion."
"It's your fatherly duty to provide
for her."
Vica! Vica!
Did you write this letter to
my father?
Stop yelling. I did it
for your sake.
Isn't it obvious?
-Did I ask you to do this?
I asked on your behalf.
I don't want anything from my father.
But His Grace wants you to have
a decent annuity from him.
Take it Gyngyi!
As a lawyer and human being, all I can
recommend is...
This will make your dear father
incredibly happy.
I kiss your hand.
-God be with you, Mr. Attorney.
Vica!
-Gyngyi!
Gyngyi! Gyngyi!
Gyngyi!
It's a pretty house isn't it?
It's clear you built it.
This way please.
Come in.
Please.
And this here is the bedroom.
Spacious and sunny.
Bus and tram stop
right in front of the building.
If you please Mademoiselle.
This way.
Nice work.
-Craftsmanship, real craftsmanship.
I'll show you the little room.
I thought you were going to brag about
carrying the mortar...
The apartment faces south-west.
I can recommend this place to you
with full confidence...
and between us, there isn't anything
quite like it in the area.
And of course if you have a car...
Well all right then.
If you please, we can go over
the terms of the contract.
Come.
This way please.
Take it easy
or I'll drop the whole thing.
Go ahead and drop it.
It's not mine.
Tilt it a bit.
-Hey Hey!
Don't mark up the wall!
We won't, kissing your hand miss.
I hope not! You know how
hard it was to build it?
What a world...
You can't get a glass o' beer
in the entire city.
Come on! They sell beer at the
corner restaurant.
But for money!
-Oh, I see!
When you're done.
There'll be some tips here.
Gyngyi...
Can't you sleep either?
-No.
You too?
Oh I'm so happy I can't sleep.
You know even in the dark this apartment
is so beautiful.
And life is so great after all,
isn't it?
You plucked me up from the
construction site...
...and made a fine lady out of me.
Tell me...why do you like me?
Why do you bother with me?
Maybe instead of someone else...
-Your child?
I wish I could raise you the
way I want.
You know...sometimes I wonder...
How can love you?
How can I teach you?
Me, with my wretched life?
Don't say such things.
How can I be smart enough
for that?
Good enough?
Enough of a mother?
Don't worry about me now,
but on your violin!
You must practice! A lot! A lot!
Uncle Pilz said you could become
a great violinist!
I'll marry you off
to a really decent man.
You could even have a concert
in the Vigad!
Gyngyi Krtly, virtuoso violinist.
But only to a serious honest man,
who'd respect you.
Maybe an engineer or architect.
Those are the kind of men I trust!
Why those kind?
-I don't know.
But I really like the idea of somebody
creating something out of nothing.
Someone who knows about tempo.
-You little fool!
Gyngyi...I'm so happy!
They all wanted to come help us...
...Manci, Adl,
Mici and the rest, but I talked
them out of it.
You did the right thing. I don't
want them to know about my past.
I understand.
Not for myself...
because of Vica.
I hope to secure a decent life for her.
A good education. Find her a
good husband.
God help you.
Well I'm off now.
I still need to sleep...
...so tonight I'm fresh...
...and can shake some more.
Uncle Pilz... for once can I
buy some matches from you too?
Come on. They're not worth that much.
10 cents.
-Just take it.
My self-respect whispers in my ear,
"Give it back Pilz."
But my self-interest shouts,
"Take it Pilz."
Self-interest wins.
Thank you so much.
Thank you so much.
Kissing your hand.
Excuse me. Don't you know me?
No.
- But please!
Oh Gyngyi, big trouble!
What is it? What happened?
He's here!
-Who? -HE'S here!
But who? -The architect.
-What architect?
The landlord! - Is he an architect
or a landlord? - An architect!
You know, from the toolshed.
He lives here too!
What? And you're telling me this now?
I didn't know.
-Well that's a good start...
She talks me into
renting in this building!
If this recognizes you now...
Pardon me.
Yes, what do you want?
-I'm Istvn Csiszr.
Kissing your hand.
I'm Csiszr, the owner of the house.
I didn't want to disturb you ladies
until you settled in.
I'd like to know is
there anything you need?
-No, thank you.
-Come in, please!
Very kind of you. Thank you.
But only for a moment.
It's not possible
that we haven't met before.
But where exactly, I wonder.
Maybe in Vadaszkurt.
We lived there a month.
Come right in...
No! Hang on, I got it!
-Well?
Didn't you spend the summer
at the Lake Balaton two years ago?
Of course!
-It was lovely.
Now I remember you, Mr. Architect.
You used to wear those tiny
swim trunks.
I usually wear that tiny one.
Excuse me. It's my dressmaker.
-No worries.
If you'll allow me.
It's better this way.
And tell me...what are you
building now?
Now? Two six-storey.
And tell me...do you love your
profession?
Is it possible not to love
such a profession?
Kissing your hand.
To your health.
Construction...
I stop in the middle of some empty land,
raise my arms,
and people appear, scaffolding goes up,
and walls run up to the sky.
People move in. A house!
Do you know how good it feels to know
I built that house?
You? You never carried the bricks.
-What?
No walls ever ran up to the sky
just because you raised your arms.
It's because men climbed the scaffolding,
carrying heavy buckets of mortar.
Straining...
It's only the strength and sweat of
those men that built up...
Who would have guessed that...
such a fine young lady...
-What?
...would appreciate the hard work
of the labourers.
Alas, I must go now.
-Oh, you're leaving already?
Gyngyi!
To be honest I wasn't expecting such
a pleasant visit.
He's leaving already.
I assure you, in my dreams...
I couldn't have hoped
for better tenants.
Kissing your hand.
-God be with you.
Well if you need anything,
don't hesitate to ask for my help.
I'm happy to be of service.
Kissing your hand.
Good bye.
Gyngyi! Gyngyi!
He kissed my hand!
Gyngyi didn't say anything?
What did you tell her?
Where were you yesterday?
At the cinema.
-And she believed you?
I acted like I believed her.
No. I'm certain.
Look Yenta! I can see it in her
eyes that she's not telling the truth.
No. That's out of question.
Look Vica. I like to be straightforward.
If I need someone or something,
I buy it.
And that person or thing
has no say about it?
It's just stuff.
Everything can be bought and sold.
Including women?
-Women?
Money can even cut stones in half.
That's a stretch.
-Like hell it is. Look...
...I work in steel and concrete.
Once in New York
I saw a 20 storey building.
Half of it was in somebody's way.
The builder paid,
and the building was cut in half.
The entire building...
steel and concrete.
But there's one thing stronger
than all that. A person's self-respect.
Self-respect! You see,
that's the world's biggest fairy tale.
People sell that too,
but only for big money.
For no money Mr. Architect.
For no money!
Come on Vica!
Vica!
Vicuska!
You're home already?
I thought you'd be back later.
-I just got in.
Where were you?
-I went shopping for a hat.
No...I didn't like any of them.
I don't like when you're out wandering
alone. Did you take a cab at least?
I can find my way home on foot.
Hallo!
-Am I disturbing you?
Not at all, kissing your hand.
What a surprise. Why would
you disturb me?
I have big plans for you.
I'm planning to seduce you.
-I wish you were telling the truth.
I'm absolutely serious.
I plan to seduce you to take me golfing.
I haven't played in a long time.
And how do you know I golf?
I saw your clubs in the car
the other day.
Okay just let me know Gyngyi.
Anytime at all. Maybe this afternoon.
Well that was an great idea Gyngyi.
Coming up here for a short round.
Go ahead, it's all yours.
I have some other good ideas as well.
Like what?
-For example this evening's plans.
So, what did you have in mind?
A little dancing. A little champagne.
That's an incredible idea.
Look, let's go someplace this evening.
The three of us. You, Vica, and me.
You want to take Vica out for some fun?
Why not?
-I was thinking the two of us.
Maria Theresa, Queen of Hungary
and Bohemia,
later the Empress of the Holy Roman
Empire, born in Vienna May 13th 1717.
Died November 29th 1780.
Oh... Maria Theresa, Queen of
Hungary and Bohemia,
later the Empress of the Holy Roman
Empire, born in Vienna May 13th 1717.
Died November 29th 1780.
...daughter of King Charles VI and
mother of Joseph II...
Hello Vica.
-Where were you?
Shopping....for a hat.
Wearing a golf-outfit?
Oh...beautiful!
Beautiful!
I've only sat on something like this
at the homes of rich folks.
First class, take it from me!
Speaking of first class...
...I just remembered, the head-waiter
at the Cafe Waterloo
slapped some racing car driver.
That head-waiter was just crossing the
street when that filthy driver drove up.
No horn, no nothing.
He almost ran over him.
Just like you did to me earlier.
-Me?
Yeah, you were with that Csiszr.
Oh we were out golfing.
You call it that now? Golf?
-What do you mean?
In my day they used to call it
'fooling-around.'
Look Yenta, you don't understand.
I can't let Csiszr turn
that dizzy kid's head around.
He'll never commit, you know that.
Has Vica admitted that she's
stepping out with him?
She lies about it. A first rate liar.
Now I know
what my parents went through with me.
These young girls allow themselves to be
cooked like a bag of soup bones.
And that I won't allow!
You won't?
-Why are you laughing?
Admit it...you like this Csiszr.
You're trying to fool me? Honey!
Me...the teacher?
I like him.
And you're sacrificing yourself
for Vica's sake. Oh you little martyr!
Believe me I'd rather
be with you now, Vica.
But I have
an important business meeting.
Unfortunately I can't put it off.
I hope you're not mad.
Where are you off to Gyngyi?
-I'm meeting an old friend.
Where were you?
Hallo? Yes.
N..no I can't talk now.
Yes I'm coming.
Where are you going Gyngyi?
- I've got some business.
With whom, Gyngyi?
I already told you, an old acquaintance.
-That's not true!
What?
-You're lying!
How could you!!
Well so...
...you had a falling out.
She'd still be living on Gaz street
if I hadn't taken charge of things..
Why don't you look for other
opportunities, Vicuska?
I could make you a big star....
...with a huge audience!
Dress you up in fine clothes...
...you'd be making big money,
like a big star...
and I'd only take 20 per cent.
Don't bullshit me.
I know who you are.
Why? Because I offered you
a contract?
A contract? So I can drown?
I strongly object to that.
Why object?
When it's exactly what I need.
You've lost a lot of poundage
You're much too thin, no roundage.
Not an ounce of fat,
but never mind that
'cause I like you like you are, OK!
Now all your fat is gone too,
there's nothing to grab onto,
but that kind of thin,
well it's not a sin
'cause I like you like you are, OK!
Keep on like this, alas,
and they'll laugh at you all day.
We'll tie you to a blade of grass,
or the wind'll blow you away.
'Cause you've lost a lot of poundage,
you're much too thin, no roundage.
Not an ounce of fat,
but never mind that,
'cause I like you like you are, OK!
Don't say a word...
I don't believe a word you say...
Don't say a word...
You'd just be lying anyway...
I know it's too bad,
but I'm saying goodbye, that's it...
There'll be no more night visits...
No I won't anymore.
Don't say a word...
Though I wish I could still believe...
because that word...
...meant you really love me...
But when you say that word
in order to seduce...
...it's just no use...
Don't say a word...
Don't say a word.
Look Gyngyi. Listen to me.
-I know what you're trying to say.
-No you don't.
All men say the same thing to a woman
if they have to.
Even if the man is in love.
I don't understand.
-If he's in love with someone else.
Dance?
-With pleasure.
Why so quiet?
I feel like...
you're dancing with me and...
thinking about someone else.
Maybe you're right.
Are you jealous?
Yes.
-Of whom?
Of whom?
Let's say...the one you're thinking
about now.
Of Vica?
Vica?
Yes, I was thinking about her.
This is her favourite song.
Tell me Gyngyi.
Why do you put Vica between us now?
No, I think I'm standing between
you and Vica.
I don't understand.
Tell me. Do you love Vica?
What do you mean?
I want to know.
You see? What a smart girl you are.
This is the road to fame and fortune.
You'll see, my little sweetheart...
I'm not interested.
-But little sweetheart...
...what a career I'll make for you.
Come on.
I'm getting out!
-Vicus, no!
Stop the car!
-Quit joking!
Stay put! Don't get out!
Vicus, are you crazy?
Throwing away your good luck?
Vica!
Vica?
Vica!
Yenta? Come here now.
We've got a big problem.
Vica is gone!
I don't understand.
I don't understand.
How could she do this?
She wrote this.
I love Csiszr, more than
my own life.
You took him from me.
I hope you're happy together...Vica.
Did you really steal him?
-Oh come on!
She left with that scoundrel Lala.
I heard it in the Cafe.
-With Lali?
I've been to his apartment but
didn't find her.
We should notify the police.
No way!
They'd snoop around and ask me who
and how I know this Lali.
And Csiszr would hear about it too.
If only...
I'd known how much she loves him...
More than her own life.
Why are you standing there?
You went to university...
If that's true, you'd have asked all the
hotel doormen by now.
What've you been doing?
When I publish my memoirs you can
read them and find out...
...If you can read at all.
Sleaze! Ducked into a boutique to
have a few.
You know, one day you could drink
cyanide by mistake.
Why do you say that?
Try some and find out.
Lowlife!
-Old Capitalist.
What?
Hey!
Whaddya you doing there?
Vica Torma...
-Over there.
Vicuska...Vica...
-Uncle Pilz!
I once wanted to throw my
life away too.
Because I thought....I was useless.
Then I realized that I'm important.
The dead can't sell matches.
It was a mistake, you know.
One can live his whole life without
knowing about death.
But to die without knowing
anything about life?
A big mistake.
A big mistake.
Come...have some tea.
You'll feel better now.
A little more.
More...
That's it.
And so? That's terrible.
So...she didn't do serious harm
to herself.
Thank God.
But Gyngyi! Why didn't you tell me
about this sooner?
Look, I'll get dressed and come
right over.
She's already asleep.
I didn't realize she loved
that man so much.
More than her own life.
You know, I often think that
people under 50 shouldn't be allowed
to fall in love.
Otherwise
how could anyone be strong enough...
...and experienced enough
to survive that kind of hellish illness
of the heart.
Take care of her Gyngyi.
Take care of her.
Vica.
What is it? Why are you here?
Are you going somewhere with
Gyngyi again?
I have nothing to do with Gyngyi.
What do you want?
The same as you, Vica.
Then you can go.
-But you love me...
...more than your own life.
I wrote that letter yesterday.
Only one night has passed since then.
But what a night!
The fresh air did me good.
It cleared my head.
Who are you anyway? Buying
and selling love like that.
Even your name means horse-trader.
You can't buy self-esteem,
Mr. Architect!
One can marry an honest worker
just as well!
Bring him his lunch every day...
...while he breaks his back labouring.
...carrying bricks and mortar!
Like I did
when we met at the construction site.
What?
You?
-Me.
Of course...It's not Lake Balaton
where we met...
but...
-In the toolshed!
How did you end up here?
I wanted to... stay close by to you.
But I already regret it.
-Vica!
How dare you!
-Vica! My mortar carrier!
Violin-Concert of
Gyngyi Krtly
Hallo!
Hallo!
I've got your lunch!
Come on up, I'm starving!
Hey!
Why are you standing there?
Come on! Move it!
The End.
by MOVIOLA & YPSE
The restauration of this film was carried out
using original 35 mm audio and video-negatives
preserved in the Hungarian National Film archive.
A new 35 mm negative was also made during
the digital restauration.
Restauration was done by
Cinetecha del Comune di Bologna
in the laboratory of L'Immagine Ritrovata
in 2010.