Confidence (Bizalom)

CONFIDENCE

Story / Screenplay

Editor / Sound

Production Design / Costume Design

Producer / Cinematographer / Director

What should one know about the kind of fear

caused by the sound of aeroplanes and bombs?

One usually feels a certain anguish and fear

at the droning sound of aeroplanes

or the ghostly noises of bombs falling.

By becoming familiar with the sound of aeroplanes

and with the expectation of bombs one can be relieved of such fear.

In flight, a plane makes a loud booming sound

but one can't accurately guess

the number of aeroplanes merely from the strength of the sound.

Other circumstances can be misleading.

A low-flying plane can mislead one into thinking it's a flight formation.

The clouds and wind can have the same effect.

One can recognize types of aeroplane by their engine sounds,

but one would need considerable practice to do so.

Thus, one rarely has reliable information

about the type of plane flying

when based on simple human hearing, especially without sufficient practice.

The sound of falling bombs is unpleasant for most.

Yet what is it really?

Bombs, when released, accelerate towards the earth,

causing such a sound effect.

We saw a fine match

between the Hungarian and German Army teams.

A number of Austrian players are among the German team

playing against the Hungarian soldiers.

The spirited match ended in a 2:2 draw.

Let go of me!

You can't go home. They're searching your flat.

Your husband had to disappear.

- Why? - Please don't ask stupid questions.

Have you anywhere to stay tonight? At the other end of town?

- With whom? - You can't go home.

You know of your husband's contacts in the movement, don't you?

- No, I don't know. - Good. That was a good answer.

From now on you must always answer everybody like this. Understand?

What if I had come from the other end of the road?

We were expecting you. So you won't let the cat out of the bag.

What cat? I can't make head or tail out of what you're saying.

Anything might give him away. So where can you go?

I don't know. I don't know. Nowhere.

Then go to St. Ferenc Hospital in an hour's time.

21, Széher St. Find Dr. Czakó in the surgical department.

You're a refugee from Erdély and have been hiding at a relative's place.

Your little girl is in the country, for safety.

You're awaiting news from your husband.

That's why you arrived here today.

Your address: Erdősor Rd. 5, Ujpest.

Your name: Mrs. János Biró, née Katalin Simó.

You were born in Kolozsvár, parents deceased. You're 29.

Your husband, János Biró, is 38, chemical research worker.

- The child's name is Judit. - Judit?

When you've memorized that, you'" go downtown. Take a tram at West Station.

Don't ask anyone any questions, I've drawn you a map.

It's a one-story house, brick facade, you can't miss it.

- You ring the bell. - What do I say? Who am I looking for?

- Your husband will open the door. - My husband?

Yes, János Biró, and you'll say, "Thank God, the child's all right."

That's the first thing you'll say, "Thank God, the child's all right."

- Do you have any children? - A little girl. She's 5.

We sent her to my mother's. Judit.

I don't know how she is, there've been no letters for two weeks.

You say, "Thank God, the child's all right." Please repeat it.

Thank God the child's all right...

- Will you tell my husband where I am? - Of course.

You must face reality. You won't be alone.

- Exercise a little self-control. - When will I get news of my husband?

- As soon as possible. - Where he is staying...?

If I'm right, you know how to draw.

-I studied industrial drawing. - Very good.

Now I'll leave you to study it.

Please give me all the papers you have on you,

as well as any family photographs.

It wouldn't do to have them find them on you.

Here you are.

Katalin Simó, I'm Katalin Simó, not Sikó, not Sivó, but Simó.

Katalin Simó. I was born in 1915, 11 December, in Koloz...

Kolozsvár, my God...

My name is Mrs. János Biró, née Katalin Simó,

born in Kolozsvár, 11 December 1915.

Excuse me, some clothes.

My name is Mrs. János Biró, János Biró.

I am Mrs. János Biró, Mrs. János Biró.

I am Katalin Simó, born 11 December 1915.

My daughter Judit was born in February 1938.

My mother's name... I can't memorize this. Erzsébet Farkas.

My father, György Simó, Erzsébet Farkas.

Please go down to the X-ray department at once.

I have to give an explanation to the people working here.

- Mrs. János Biró? - Yes.

- Maiden name? - Katalin Simó.

- Born? - 11 December 1915 in Kolozsvár.

The child?

Thank God the child is all right.

- Everything is all right? - Yes. Thank God the child is all right.

Well, you've come at last, my dear.

My husband has been waiting for you impatiently.

You must be tired and hungry.

A hot bath will do you good. What should I call you, dear?

- Katalin. - My husband should be here soon.

We could all eat together.

This is our room. It used to be their son's but he's on the front line now.

His fiancée lives in the next street and often comes over.

She's very inquisitive about their room. She's a bit of a Nazi sympathizer.

- So don't have long chats with her. - Yes.

The door opens out onto the courtyard. This is the bathroom door.

There's another door where the old people are.

Living room and kitchen in one and a bathroom.

We could go through there too but it's better we go via the yard.

This wall is adjacent with the old people's room.

Honest working people but best not to talk in front of them either.

By the way, welcome.

I suppose you know what's most important.

Yes. Mrs. János Biró, née Katalin Simó, in Kolozsvár,

11 December 1915.

It's just as well that my real name is Katalin too.

I am sure you must have some news of my husband.

It's better for both of us if we know as little as possible about each other.

But I suppose they must have tom you that.

Did they send any messages with you?

No.

Then, I'll wait. You cannot leave the house without my permission.

But I simply must know what's happened to my husband.

We didn't know a thing this morning.

I must look around the flat, perhaps he's left a note for me.

I'll only go after dark. I'll use the back stairs,

through the surgery. My husband's a doctor.

You're not going anywhere. I don't know who you are

or why they've sent you here but I accept your presence as a fact

and you must do the same. Try and accept the circumstances.

From here to there is yours. Why don't you unpack?

I shan't bother you if I don't have to. I'll get some firewood.

May I see your papers? I just want to see what they're like.

Will you test me?

The water should be warm enough soon.

- This isn't exactly the Hotel des Bains! - I was given the suitcase too.

I'm sorry, but we must behave naturally because of the old folk.

I'll act natural.

Hurry up. We've been invited for dinner.

Yes.

You're still young. Three times I've lived through this,

people rendered homeless because of politics.

Half the country are refugees

while the other half either chase them or lie low and wait.

Your soup will get cold, you talk too much.

One should be happy with what one can.

Be happy that your belly's full, that the young lady has arrived

and that the child is all right.

I haven't even asked you, what's her name?

Judit. She's got lovely long hair.

- The main thing is that she's safe. - Yes, that's the main thing.

I only wish mine was that old, he'd be out of this horror.

You did guite well! But you shouldn't go into details.

What details?

I might have said that the child's hair is blonde and short.

Don't tell anyone anything, it's none of their business.

Such small details can lead to great danger.

Every word you utter might offer essential proof to the informer.

- But they're sheltering us. - They're not.

They're workers who rent their rooms to refugees from Erdély for money.

They have nothing to do with us, but with their neighbours they do.

That semi-Nazi girl is almost their daughter-in-law.

Everything you do or say must be with a possible informant in mind.

Don't leave anything lying around, don't write anything down.

Don't give any details of yourself.

And so on...

You can turn in now. I'll go out till you're ready.

Did you sleep well? Did you count all the corners?

I'm sorry.

I waited with the breakfast till you woke but I'm hungry now.

Did I sleep that long? Forgive me.

Doesn't matter. You were tired.

How can I get news of my husband? Maybe he doesn't know where I am.

He'll find you when the time is ripe.

Hurry, my dear. They're selling potatoes two streets up.

5 kg per person, there's hardly any left already.

- Where? - As you go out, on your left.

We discussed it yesterday. You can't go out without my permission.

And you queue with all the women of the neighbourhood in this.

- It's only a nurse's cloak. - Dead right it is.

But you look nothing like a nurse.

The clothes aren't hers, how did she get them?

Why can't you understand, everything has significance?

Your face, your hairstyle, your dress. They tie their scarves differently here.

- What do you mean by all this? - Nothing.

I'm just warning you that this could cost us our lives.

This is not the medical school ball.

Tell me, are you sure you haven't got any papers

or photographs still on you which might be dangerous,

- a memento which is identifiable? - No, I have nothing.

Will you please empty your bag?

Your husband?

I know that I mustn't answer now, so let's say my brother, all right?

Burn it, you should have done it yesterday when you came here.

And this too.