The House Under the Rocks (Ház a sziklák alatt)

HOUSE UNDER THE ROCKS

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And then, you know... We, the prisoners nicely covered these bomb craters.

We put all kind of things into it, like rags,

or good black soil.

Hey, Ferenc!

They had watermelons there, as big as a bucket!

Because the roots had enough space to grow.

I wish I could plant some grapes once more...

I'd work so hard, I'm telling you!

You'd see the fruits it could bear!

Do you hear me?

- Are the cigarettes for sale? - Everything is for sale here...

But not for money, hey! To hell with that!

- What then? - Wine! Brandy! Only wine rules these days!

- Wine is like God, nowadays! - Hearts must be mended! That's right...

That's why I'll give you one anyway, sweet father.

Even though you lost the war, but to hell with it...

Moreso your folks are all the happier that you're still in one piece.

You can be king of your own garbage dump, now!

From there you'll know how to start!

He'll surely fail! They all do!

Ferenc! Ferenc, hey!

Lookee here! We're home!

A carp...

It's been five years since I saw a carp.

Aunt Tera! Who are we burying here?

Grandma! Aunt Tera dug up some clothes from the grave!

Is it not too early for that, Tera?

There will be no more war.

There will be. There won't be. What does that have to do with you?

Or are you waiting for Ferenc, perhaps?

And even if he would return... Anna died.

Why should my son stay here any longer? Or even my grandchild, for that matter...

Aunt Tera!

He left from here, he'll return here too.

We'll see!

- She died? - She did.

I've been keeping this bit of old-wine for you.

Drink! It will give you some strength.

I'll warm up some food!

I'll wash up first.

- Give me some water! - Of course!

I have some nice warm water in this pot.

Are you all right, Ferenc?

No, I am surely not, Tera.

You'll take a hot foot-bath then!

That's the best remedy.

Hurry up! Better if your brother-in-law doesn't see it!

- What is she taking away again? - I gave her some milk. Ferenc came home.

So what? We gave up your part of the vineyard for her sake!

And now she takes wine away from here?

Dear father! Why aren't you shaving?

May God grant you a good morning!

Good morning!

How's it going, old friend! Are you still like this?

This razor is too heavy.

Is it really you, Gyurka?

Careful! Give it to me! I'll do it!

Just like we did in Russian captivity.

Do you remember that crazy Friedman?

The one who made a razor from a spoon handle?

When I let him shave me for the first time with it, well...

Good morning, Tera!

Good morning!

- I'm practising, so that I won't forget! - Give that to me, will you!

Here.

Poor thing. You could have waited with that a bit longer!

No help is needed here!

Well, your hand is a bit lighter, that's for sure!

I used to shave my poor father too,

when "a wind hit his right side" (had a stroke).

Anna wasn't even allowed to touch him. Marie neither.

My poor father used to say back then,

Your fingers, Tera, are as gentle as down-covered birds!

Did you hear the drummer?

What was the news?

On Sunday, they're going to divide the Keresztes vineyard.

You know which one, right?

The one next to the banks. Close to the old poplar-tree.

I was thinking that maybe we register for some of the land together! You and me!

I won't register.

You won't?

No.

I don't want anything that belonged to others.

To others?

It only belonged to the Count, nobody else!

Or do you feel sorry for him perhaps?

Count or no Count, I still don't want it!

Why are you aggravating that poor sick man? Be happy he's alive!

I'm not aggravating him!

Now is the chance to make better lives for ourselves!

And I was thinking that perhaps we could do it together!

We suffered for it, so we deserve it!

You can register yourself for some land! We don't want what belonged to others.

We don't want anything we cannot pay for.

Am I right, Ferenc?

You hardly need to pay anything at all. And even that, just later.

Let alone for that! Only to have some further troubles from it later on?

Troubles?

Who knows what the future brings?

Carnivals are followed by fasting!

Well, get better, old friend!

Pull yourself together!

Pruning is upon us soon!

And we must work to stay alive.

Are you... with Furedi then?

I think so.

Well, God bless you!

Here's some good fresh milk, Ferenc! Drink!

From this you'll gain strength!

You're so good to me, Tera.

May God's curse fall upon me if I ever forget that!

Listen, Tera! What do you want from my son?

- I don't want anything. - You don't want anything?!

Why do you live with him then? Why are you hiding him from people?

Where else am I supposed to live? There is no other room.

If you had a drop of modesty in you, you'd already be gone from there long ago!

You, shameless one! You!

I won't go anywhere! Half of that house belongs to me!

I wouldn't go, not even if your son asked me to! I still wouldn't go!

I'll dig out your eyes! You, hunchbacked whore! You!

Let her go! You old madwoman!

You come here to fight with this wretched creature? Begone, I tell you!

I'll drive you away from my son!

You pain-in-the-gut! You!

Ferenc!

Ferenc!

Get away from my vineyard immediately! We're done!

What were you thinking? That I would employ a woman for spraying?

There are more than enough hired hands to do the job!

My dear sweet Mr. Furedi! Please let me at least finish this last spraying!

And by the next one, Ferenc will be around, too!

- Did you bring our piglet? - Yes, I did.

Oh! May God bless you for that!

Piggy! Sweet little piggy!

Have a heart! Dear Mr. Furedi!

Well, take it away!

Is your Aunt Tera at home? He?

No, she isn't.

My dear mother!

Come, wake up, my sweet boy! Come on!

This cursed dark room will never heal you. Only the sun will do that!

Come, my son! Come!

That's it! There!

- The blanket! - To hell with it! The Sun is shining outside!

Come, come, will you! That's it!

Dear father!

Sit down, my son!

I brought you some cabbage-pie. You always used to like it.

It should have been me who was at your side! Your birth mother!

This hunchbacked one just keeps you rotting away in the damp!

Don't criticize her, mother!

- She saved my life! - Only for herself! That's why she's hiding you!

Come home with me, my sweet son! Leave this house behind!

I'm not going!

I can't desert my son's heritage.

- Would you have some wine too? - Of course, I do, my son!

I got some good red wine!

It will turn into blood in your veins!

That was good!

- Will it be a good harvest? - The vineyard is beautiful, my dear son!

During the daytime two women are already picking the muscat grapes.

And are the carps still swimming, sweet mother?

The water sparkles with them from dawn till dusk. Like pearls!

- Are you cooking some fish, aunt Tera? - Something like that.

From now on you can eat fish or meat!

Your father will always bring some home.

- Do you need some help? - Only from the man of MY choice!

Stop here, will you! My container is full!

- Oh! I can't reach it! It's too high! - Why didn't you grow taller then?

That's enough! He is not that young anymore! He can't carry this much!

I can carry you too at the same time, my dear!

She deserved it! That's right!

- This Ferenc recovered quite well, didn't he? - He should find himself a wife!

You could look for some good woman for him, Mr. Furedi! You're good at that!

Well, I don't deal in such delicate goods.

That's a pity! I would trust you to help in this!

Poor little orphan!

He would need a mother!

That's right, son. You are still young, and there are lots of pretty girls around, too!

Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.

- Thy kingdom come, - Thy will be done.

Well, I was a tiny bit late. Jump on, quickly!

Is this the right thing to do, Mr. Furedi?

Surely you're not afraid, are you Ferenc?

A new woman means a new temperament.

And I don't wish to go away from this mountain.

She'll be happy with you there! She's that kind of woman. I know her!

Come on now, let's go! Jump on!

Listen to me. We'll get you the kind of woman that you'll

you'll be blessing my name till the end of your days!

Come in Ferenc! Come!

Give that to me!