Moscow Square (Moszkva tér)

Every Saturday, we would stand around in Moscow Square to find parties.

Those who thought themselves cool gathered here.

The only difference that day was that it was my 18th birthday.

I remember I wanted the same pair of cowboy boots Rojál had.

The girls dug that sort of thing, and I'd never had a girlfriend.

The story starts on April 27, 1989.

- Happy fucking birthday! - Thanks.

Look at me, mate!

That's nothing for an adult.

- What did you get? - A Swiss watch.

- Waterproof? - No. It was granddad's.

- What can it do? - Not much. You have to wind it.

Fuck that! Couldn't they do better for an 18th birthday? Congrats.

I'm starting to appreciate the shitty scooter I got.

I've got the addresses.

8 Orom street. They say it's sure.

The other's on the hill.

That's great! I live nearby.

There is one on 17 Szász Károly. That one's from Tihanyi.

We start on the hill and flow downwards.

Why not on Szász Street? It's nearby.

Don't be a dumbass. They're all going.

- Your mum's a dumbass. - Hey!

- What d'you know? - 17 Károly Szász street.

- Everyone knows that. - Then it's sleepy time.

MOSCOW SQUARE

What's happening, out of petrol?

Who was it?

- Who threw out the bottle? - You have to say 'sir'.

Get out!

Thanks. We didn't want to go any further.

Out! Clear out of my bus!

A bus driver can't put his hand on me!

Get off my bus!

What bus? This belongs to the people.

You oaf.

- Oaf yourself...! - Mace 'em!

You oaf, you!

Clap now, you'll miss us later.

- Down! - No one said it was a basement.

Take it easy. You go ahead.

- Hi. Who invited you? - Zoli.

- What Zoli? - Zoli Kocsis.

- Are you the host? - Kind of.

Chianti, is it?

Stop, my brother's inside, I want to talk to him.

Listen. Take off your shoes!

Who are they?

This isn't just my opinion. It should've happened years ago.

Hi! Do you want some Chianti?

- Look what the cat's dragged in. - My classmates.

I can see that. Let's look around.

Free elections should've taken place years ago.

- For a legitimate parliament. - Nothing will happen until...

How long have the Russians been here? Since 1956.

It was a revolution, not a counter-revolution.

We can't talk about it freely.

Can I make a call?

As long as there is no right to strike...

- Can we eat a sandwich? - Don't ask, eat!

- Heavy mugs around here. - Sure.

Lots of little Ságodis.

The garden is OK, isn't it?

Yeah. We should get rid of the geeks.

- They're pretty slow. - Yeah.

How could Rojál and Csömör last so long?

- Got a light? - No.

Hey guys, does anyone have a light?

Listen up!

Me?

Sure.

Here.

- Hi, Kigler! - Hello.

Petya, look who's here?

- Hi. - Hi.

What are you doing here?

- Hi. - Hi.

- It's Petya's birthday. - The 18th?

That's awesome!

- There's some champagne in the kitchen. - Thanks for the tip.

- Just the two of you? - Yeah, just us.

U2 is cool.

Fucking Boney M is poison... What the hell is this?

- Issued by the Propaganda Department... - Don't read it, take it!

Here's revolution for you, creeps.

- No. We know the girl. - Don't be such a creep.

In his first letter to the Corinthians,

St. Paul lists a few specific features.

- What's up? You watching the mass? - A movie.

...humble, selfless...

Lads, do we have Rambo?

I'll record it.

Good of you.

Everything's slowed down here. Let's hit it.

Bye!

Come on, Petya.

Stop!

Hey boss, a bottle of whisky for a lift up the hill?

Let me see.

Original Ballantines.

- Get in. - Get in, all of you.

8 Orom Street. Above the reservoir.

Ok, but the meter won't be on...

Switch on the radio or I'll cut the upholstery.

The social organisations...

Good God, Grandpa. Cut it.

...the parties being formed.

Don't throw up in here!

You got your whisky, grandpa, stop worrying!

All right...

I've had goulash end up on my neck before.

- I need to piss. - Hurry up.

Six and ten?

Where the devil is number 8?

God only knows. I guess you have to go up.

Rajnai...

It's locked. Ring the bell.

If there is no 8, that's a bottle of whisky down the drain.

Calm down. Number 6 and 10 are here, number 8 has to be right uphill.

- Who are you looking for? - 8 Orom Street. The Rajnais.

No such number, no such person.

What do you mean there is no 8?

- The Council fucked up. - Go back to sleep!

I knew you'd screw it up.

Go to hell!

This is a residential area. Don't disturb people!

Have you ever seen anything like that?

Beeline to Szász Street.

- What's up? - A fake fucking address.

Yeah! You're a fag, a prick and a moron at the same time!

Horrible. No one in the building can sleep because of you.

Coming, going, sitting down.

I'll call the police if I have to, son.

Cops!

- What is it? - Come on, the cops are here.

Right. See ya.

The staircase in the back!

- Go back! - Hey man, relax!

This is the best grub there is.

Yeah, right.

But why fill it with damn pickles, though?

I like it as is.

- Are you going to school on Monday? - I don't give a fuck.

And if they kick you out?

We're not going to university, are we?

Are you walking?

Yeah.

I'll just hop into a taxi.

I'll call you tomorrow.

- Good morning. - Hi.

- How was it? - Tough.

- What does that mean? - Leave me alone!

- Do you want some coffee? - No.

- Where have you guys been? - We were partying.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

- Drinking? - A bit of champagne.

I'd like to sleep...

- What do you want for lunch? - Anything.

It's always the same to you.

There you go.

Whoah.

This should be wound from time to time.

You should know that by now. Doesn't matter.

There were a lot of us, the bridge was full.

Looking back, I saw the crowd snaking all the way to the boulevard.

- It was a good feeling... - Were there any cops?

- What? - And the cops?

Yeah, some. A vanload at the foot of the bridge,

some on horseback, coming and going...

- Was it as rough as on March 15? - No.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Did you do that bust up? - What bust up?

You know it. The bathroom was wrecked, and things went missing.

- Back off. - No, Zsófi?

- It wasn't them. - Sure, it was them.

It was just him and Kigler. Right?

- We met on the terrace, right? - I'm not a fool.

How about the other two guys?

- I don't know. Let it go. - Stop kidding. It was the four of you.

For God's sake, stop it! You asshole.

Good morning.

It's nice to see the hunger for learning, fresh faces...

I'd like to know...

Sir, my report: the sun is shining.

School break starts in a week.

I'm well, I'm mentally balanced

and no one's absent.

I'm ever so happy.

- Kigler is absent. - As usual.

- Petya! - Yeah?

- Do you know anything about Kigler? - I’m not sure, maybe he is ill.

Ill...

OK.

The good news and the bad news. Which one first?

The good one!

So...

A decision has been made up the line

in the Ministry,

which will significantly influence...

the upcoming final exams.