It's Not the Time of My Life (Ernelláék Farkaséknál)

Nánd, Petó… there is not one day, we don't think about you.

IT'S NOT THE TIME OF MY LIFE

Directed by Szabolcs Hajdu

He had a 20-minute stomach ache every hour.

He was screaming like he was skinned.

We didn't know what to do, we took him to the ER at midnight.

They took a blood sample, had an ultrasound scan,

and everything was all right.

The doctor had no idea, he examined his bottom.

- Is that window open on purpose? I'm freezing. - I'm refreshing the air.

He's sweating, can't you see? He's gonna get pneumonia.

- Close it then. - I thought you're refreshing to air.

Close it.

There's a scientific research that says... after 40 you start seeing…

your brain begins to understand structures.

Come to bed already.

So you should also start learning languages.

Once he is overspinning, you can't make him go to sleep.

And what did they say the problem was?

Oh, nothing, we took him to the emergency again...

I started playing the piano.

they examined him too and said he doesn't have any infections…

I started playing, and it all came back.

Quicker than at eighteen. Do you know "The Well-Tempered Clavier"?

I started playing the fugues, do you know them?

It's fucking good, I'll show you, like meditation.

When I start playing, it switches me off completely.

- Soften it please! - It's softened, just let me play it.

…that went on for hours, every 20 minutes…

Are you looking for something?

Imola! Imola!

Are you okay?

No… I don't need…

no-no-no…

Brúnó, stop it! Why do we always have to wait

until he gets on our nerves…

- Why are you telling me this? - I'm not telling you, I'm just telling.

Are you sure you're not staying? - No, it's time for bed now.

Don't worry, you can sleep in the little room.

Alright, alright, no problem.

- Kisses! - Kisses!

- We had a good time. - Next time!

- Bye! - Take care.

Don't you fucking laugh…

In ten years, he'll eat us for breakfast.

He'll tear us apart. He'll kill us.

He's been screaming for five years, one day hasn't passed without screaming.

The minute he opens his eyes, he wants to watch a movie,

as soon as he steps in, he wants to watch a movie

or someone to tell him a tale, entertain him

Because that's the way he is?

That's what you're saying?

It's you he's going to eat up, not me.

You'll see, when he comes home drunk, turns on the TV...

he's doing this at five...

Why would he change if you suggest that everything is okay.

He goes to bed after 11! You really think this is normal?

When I was a child we had to be in bed by 7!

I'm not saying that my childhood should be a model,

but we should know the limit.

It doesn't matter, anyway.

Do what you want to… I don't care.

He's just getting on my nerves, there's nothing I can do.

Like he was tearing apart my nerves… in my brain…

Why are we still together?

I don't know.

The minute I say something, a comment follows.

Because you speak to him that way… Shouting from the beginning…

Couldn't you have just said: please, finish it, because I want to talk with Mom?

That's exactly what I said.

No, you instantly shouted: don't you read it again to him, and:

it shouldn't be the way he wants it.

Please don't rewrite things!

First, I asked him nicely, I said, Brúnó, please…

No, you started shouting straight away!

This is unbelievable! It's a pity we didn't record it.

Next time, I will.

You should!

Are you doing this deliberately?

You are saying the opposite of what happened.

And that's how he's going to remember,

that I was the idiot who shouting at him.

He won't remember, he's sleeping.

I'm speaking in general...

But he'll remember that you had no patience with him.

For example, if I say that this wall is white,

then you interpret that I said it's black, the opposite.

Now I see why I've always believed that my father was the reason for everything,

Because my mother changed things just like you do.

Yeah, and that's why he beat you every day.

He was helpless.

If someone tells the opposite of what happened,

there's nothing you can do.

So you have to beat them.

Because he had no other way.

Poor Dad.

He died completely helpless, with everyone blaming him.

What did they leave here?

Can you check it?

No-no-no, you don't have to.

- But I'll take them off... - But we don't either...

All right then. I wanted to call you but my phone died.

We pushed the car for six kilometers…

Leave it there, we'll take them in.

Where should I take them?

To the bedroom, here.

Are you sure, we're not bothering?

Of course not.

Good evening.

Look at there, they're so cute… what are they?

Guinea pigs.

Take them inside.

We were on a beautiful farm there..

But the weather is terrible, and there's no heating inside,

so you have to be dressed in the house too.

And the Scots… At first, they are very friendly,

but then they show their true colors.

Albert didn't get along with them. It was very hard in the end.

There were so many animals.

Horses, doves, and nutrias…

Take off your clothes.

Cows, pigs, goats… guinea fowls, peacock...

and once I hypnotized the peacock in the chapel.

If you're cold, there's another blanket in the wardrobe.

You can turn up the heating to 5, but don't lay anything on the radiator,

or the thermostat will break down.

Call us if you need anything.

- Good night! - Thank you!

I pass out and over.

Are my pajamas put away?

They're put away.

I don't know

Why didn't they call?

Their phones died.

But what did they come back for?

I don't know.

Ernella said Albert couldn't get along with the locals.

How he was ranting that he wouldn't come home for another ten years.

I'll ask him: "Albert my dear, do you remember

when you said you wouldn't come home for another ten years?"

I don't think you should.

Everything stinks for him after a while.

It's no use digging that up. You're more generous if you drop it.

I didn't say ten years. I said we'll be back in a year.

That's not what you said. You said ten years.

I'm hundred percent sure, I remember.

Don't tell me that you remember what I said ten years ago.

Not ten, just one.

I know it because the day you left is in my diary in detail.

Don't fight. It's so bad to listen to it...

We're not fighting, we're talking.

I'm sure I didn't say this…

This house is beautiful. It's too bad you just rent it.

What would it cost otherwise?

A lot.

Don't you want to take a loan?

We'd have to pay it for thirty years. By the time it's paid, we'd die.

And we're not sure that we want to live here for the rest of our lives.

But this way you have nothing. All your money goes to the landlord.

How much is it a month?

Not much, considering how big the flat is, and that it's right here in the center.

How much?

Not much.

Laura!

I can't imagine spending my whole life in a rental.

Don't you miss the garden?

Here it is.

Third of October, Wednesday.

Eszter asks: "When are you coming back?"

Ernella: "We'll try it, there is nothing to lose,

if it doesn't work out, we can always come back here, right?"

Albert: "I'm not going to step foot

in this fucking country for at least ten years, that's for sure.

One can't choose where he's born, but he can choose where to die.

Me: "If everyone believed this, and everyone left, who would remain here?

Anyway, you'll be back in a year."

Albert: "The fuck will be back! I said ten years, at least."

Me: "We'll see. I hope I'm wrong." Et cetera, et cetera…

Are you happy now?

What?

Are you happy?

I'm not happy, but this is what he said.

What a nice cup!

I got it from Dad.

- Have you talked to him lately? - Not really.

You should call him sometime.

Bring Dad a beer.

- Do you smoke inside? - Only outside.

Whatever, it's not that important.

We can go outside.

It's not important.

When did you go back to smoking?

I don't know, quite a while ago.

But it's been enough now.

That's it, I quit.

The prices went up recently.

In Scotland too.

Good morning! I'd like to introduce myself,

I'm Laura Stern, 10 years-old, I swim, I play basketball and the piano,

my parents spend a lot of money on me, but so far I haven't learned to walk...