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What am I supposed to do?

Do you know what they want

to do with your mother?

Do you know?

They don't want to do it anymore.

But they wanted to.

And they would have done it.

You know?

But I didn't let them.

Because what they wanted to do

was come out here with these machines

and everything, and jack-hammers,

and make it disappear,

level it, fill it with cement.

But that's not her grave.

That's what they said too.

And the workers said that too,

you know?

And even the municipal council

said so, you know?

And the doctors, you know?

And everyone

always said so, you know?

That it isn't her grave.

Not her grave.

That it's just a hole.

An indentation.

That it's just a dent that

her body made in the sidewalk.

That her body dented the sidewalk.

Mother's grave is in the cemetery.

But your mother isn't there.

Your mother is only here, you see?

She's only here.

And not in the cemetery,

because she's not there.

She's only here.

And I told the workers

not to bring their concrete,

or their cement, or tar, you know?

Or gravel, you know?

Or their sand and pebbles,

because this is a grave.

You all understand? A grave.

And that would be

disturbing hallowed ground.

- And they say...

- She's dead.

What does it matter

where her grave is?

Mother fell out the window and died.

It was an accident, that's all.

That hole isn't her grave.

Her grave is out in the cemetery.

That's what you should be

concerned with.

Or not even that.

Nothing.

- Come down with me!

- Why?

You have to come down with me.

Come on!

Come.

Let's go down together.

See, he's here.

He's come.

Your son has come.

I told you he'd come.

Say hello.

I'm not saying hello to a puddle.

This is not a puddle.

This is your mother's grave.

And you will say hello

to your mother.

You see, he came.

I knew he would come.

Say hello.

She's there. You see, son?

There's her face.

That's an oil stain.

Don't be angry with him.

He doesn't know what to say.

He's a nice kid, but...

Let's go, Dad!

Let's go.

I'm not going,

I'm staying here for a little while.

And you should stay too.

Talk to your mother a little.

At least say hello.

Hello!

Hi, Mom!

You see?

I told you he was a good kid.

Okay, let's go now.

I'm going.

Go, son.

Aren't you coming?

No, I'm staying here.

There's another mug

here somewhere.

A sip from yours is enough for me.

From mine?

You can't drink from my mug.

I brought you the ball.

Thanks.

Taste this.

Because I think it's sour.

It's fine.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

There's something about you.

- You're so...

- I know how to make great cocoa.

You like cocoa?

You hardly said a word this afternoon.

And now you're talking.

Mom was feeling pretty terrible.

That's why I didn't talk this afternoon.

But you said she is still unwell now.

Yes, but...

...this is different than that.

I hate it when she pricks herself.

I really hate that...

Did you really get her addicted?

Was it really you?

No way.

It's a long story.

She took it out of my pocket.

At first I didn't even know

she was doing it.

Mom lies a lot.

But not because she's bad,

but because she's sick.

Of course she's not bad.

She really loves you.

Do you think you're my father?

I don't know.

I always ask.

Ask?

Sure.

I always ask everyone

she tells is my father...

Is she in the bedroom?

I want to talk to her.

No, you can't talk to her.

Understand? You can't.

Listen, Bogi!

I came here because...

Do you feel like coming with me?

To ride your bike and stuff.

It would be fun.

And would Barbara come too?

Maybe. I don't know.

We could live together.

I have this fitness center.

With weights...

and a sun bed.

What's a sun bed?

You can get a tan in the winter

if you lay inside.

We'd have a good time.

Until Mom is in the hospital.

But Mom isn't going to the hospital.

But she has to.

She is very sick.

And then we'd sell the stuff together?

What stuff?

Drugs.

You sell drugs, don't you?

You brought some for Mom today.

Can't I talk to her?

No.

Why?

Mom doesn't like seeing you.

She always gets upset

when she sees you.

Then what do you think I should do?

Drink some cocoa.

It tastes real good.

Maybe next time.

The ball!

You look terrible. What's up?

Nothing.

I just had a hard day.

And it's not over yet.

Where's Bogi?

At home.

I suppose she's boiling heroin

for her mother.

Jesus.

She's a really cute kid.

And she adores you.

You should be together more often.

You might do each other some good.

You said you'd quit dealing.

You have money.

Take a vacation.

Get to know some new people.

Think over things a little.

I've run out of ideas, Barbara.

I don't feel like going to this party.

Well, you did a good job of

putting yourself together anyway.

I haven't even gone inside yet

and already I'm bored.

And how do you like Bogi?

I don't understand.

I asked a simple question.

Do you like the kid or don't you?

Of course I like her.

Good.

Because I like her a lot too.

And if anything were to happen to me,

you need to look after her.

Nothing more can

possibly happen to you.

You have a daughter.

You are her father.

She's not my child.

Sure she is!

It doesn't matter whose she is.

All that matters is that if something

happens to me, think about her!

Don't you feel like coming up

to my place instead?!

No.

I came here to work.

Then I'm going to Lisbon tomorrow.

Of course.

What do you mean, of course?

Of course you're going.

Take care of yourself.

I will.

Wait!

This is yours, isn't it?

Thanks.

Cast:

Produced by

Andrs Muhi

Written and directed by

Benedek Fliegauf

Cinematography:

Pter Szatmri

Co-produced by

Istvn Major

Editor:

Szalai Kroly

Sound engineer:

Tams Znyi

Executive producer:

Judit Stalter

Assistant director:

Sra Czira

Location manager:

Antal Dberling

DVD Multimdia Kft.

Published 24.07.2009.

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