Magic Boys

We're way too late again.

Calm down, Zoli. We get our salary. -We're behind on the rent.

Tonight we double the money and we pay the rent.

Go to the disco with Kata.

I would propose to her before she gets tired of your nagging.

VARGA CHAMPAGNE

Most of you are reliable, loyal and punctual.

But some of you are... -Sorry.

Like Mr Madai from the remuage...

of whom this cannot be said.

I'm just saying to the others who were on time...

that the new owner, Mr Varga, what people want to fire.

Zoli, what is it? - Pour some.

What's that supposed to do? This is not a bar.

I said you were fired. Get out of here.

Both fired.

Damn.

Time for plan B.

Who's next? -I. Am I still here?

Fine. -Get the balls ready.

kata. -Ha, Zoli.

Kiss Me. -We don't serve children.

Come here. I'm winning. -I don't want to bring bad luck.

Not now. I'm busy.

After this I go to Jutka's bachelor party.

Kata, I have something to tell you. -What then?

Something very important. -Why don't you come by tomorrow?

I'm waiting for you in bed in my Bambi shirt and then we play wolf.

And then you can ask me anything.

See you.

I would like to toast to my best friend Jutka.

Okay, girls.

Here you have waited all evening.

The Magic Boys.

Stripping.

Do you want my car?

Are you crazy?

Do you have a friend?

No. -Great.

But I do have someone. -Do you live together?

Not until we're married.

How so? Are you that old-fashioned? -Not me. He.

Thanks for the elevator.

Wait a second.

Not even coffee for a tired dancer?

I only have instant coffee. -Fine.

I like that best.

Come in.

What now, Don Juan? Leave me alone. -You were so good on stage.

Finish your coffee and go home.

We fit together. -Hands at home.

What a freak.

What are you doing? Why are you stopping?

Did you see that? -What?

Looks like there's still light on Kata.

Damn. -I'm going to take a look.

bambi.

Bambi, honey...

The wolf is here, ready to puke.

Who the hell are you? -Then who are you?

Listen, man. Let's talk it out.

Go talk to your mother. -Nothing has happened.

Good luck with the wedding.

Zoli, he's only had coffee.

And not even drunk.

Where are you going?

Do not be stupid.

All women are whores.

Be glad they last so long endured with you.

Well thanks.

Wow, that's beautiful. -What?

That jacket.

It's English.

One of our people stands in the morning ready at Szeged airport.

10,000 pounds for the first day.

That's three million forints.

I need a drink.

we're going back and we drink them bankrupt.

Get out. -Where's the drink?

We have to get out of here. -What happened?

We're in deep shit. Now go.

You should have kicked it.

We have to be here as far away as possible.

But where are we going? -Just stop.

To London. -London? Have you gone mad?

Do you know anything better?