Katalin Varga Page #3

You must've known that your past

would catch up with you at some point?

Look on the bright side,

at least you have a child now.

That's enough!

No. It's not enough.

My son is a constant reminder of you.

The forests are a reminder of you.

My husband's embraces

are a constant reminder of you.

Orbn needs to know.

No. You need Orbn to know.

He doesn't need to know.

Because you're afraid you'll lose him?

Is that a question or an accusation?

I'm just saying we should do

what's right for him.

So tell me, then.

Shall we elope and get married?

First thing in the morning,

Orbn and I will be gone

and your wife can carry on

believing what a great man you are.

Forgive me.

If you say that once more, I'll scream

for the heavens to come down.

My God, this is so different

from what I imagined.

I used to lie awake at night

and dream about

how jubilant and bloody

my vengeance would be.

And look at me now,

just sitting here, drinking with you.

What a disappointment.

Etelka!

Orbn.

Don't go. Not now.

- Don't take him away from me! I need him!

- Don't listen to him. He's crazy.

Your son deserves to know the truth.

He's my son too!

You're afraid of losing him, aren't you?

Just like you lost your husband.

You lied to me about grandmother.

Does papa know who this man is?

- Should I know who this man is?

- That's enough.

It's not enough! Come on,

tell him who his father really is!

To hell with you.

To hell with both of you.

He probably thinks we were lovers.

He should be back by now.

Is that really necessary?

For the bears.

Orbn!

She's here... Zlnokhely, that's right...

Call when you get here!

Orbn!

Katalin!

Mama!

You really thought you'd get away?

You tried your best, at least.

So,

why did you do it?

You're not going to answer?

Tell me! Why did you do it?

You're a tough one, Madam.

Tough enough to survive even in hell,

since that's where you'll be going.

May I remind you of

ten Commandments.

'Thou shalt not kill'. The Lord

doesn't pardon those who transgress.

And neither do the family

and friends of the ones you kill.

My sister is a widow, thanks to you.

She has to raise two poor children

all by herself now. Shall I continue?

Tell the children

that their father loved them.

How gracious of you.

All you need to know, Madam,

is that God's work is done

and that judgement is upon you.

Amen.

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