Sunshine Page #5

They push us down!

[Narrator] Gustave,

now known as Comrade Sors,

became a high-ranking official

in Hungary's new government.

What is going on

out there?

We have the power, but we need

new laws. You can help create them.

You can play an important role

in shaping this country's future.

[Sighs]

Why is this still here?

Leave it. I took an oath

to practice tolerance,

but I won't

tolerate retribution.

I'm sorry, but people

must have their revenge.

Our people must be shown they

can conquer if they have the will.

I can't conquer.

I can only convince.

Fine, then let me try

and convince you.

You sentence people in the name

of the monarchy, so you're guilty.

First it was my name

on the list. Now it's yours.

If you don't support us, you'll

have to account for yourself.

- Convinced?

- I'd like you to leave my room now.

You and your slut sister

can rot in hell.

[Coughing]

[Continues Coughing]

Thank you,

Mother.

- [Cocking Weapons]

- Judge Sors?

Up the stairs

there.

Come with me.

I arrest you in the name of the

Dictatorship of the Proletariat.

This house

will be searched.

Your braces

and your shoelaces, please.

You are under house arrest

until further notice.

[Narrator] Valerie heard the news

and returned home immediately.

[Son]

Mother.

Adam.

Istvan.

- [Rose] What do you want here?

- Good morning, Mama.

She was allowed to visit Ignatz

in his room once each day.

"Dr. Gustave Sors,

Government Commissar,

"has organized health services for

the children of the Proletariat.

Dr. Sors distributes bread and

jam to working-class children."

- I'm delighted.

- Would you like some bread and jam?

If you see me as a Proletarian

child, why not?

I'll bring it right away. "The

people ask, the people receive."

Freedom's that simple.

The people don't want freedom,

they want security.

I'm impressed that you know

the people so well.

[Sighs, Coughs]

[Narrator] A few months later,

with support from foreign armies,

a military regime

overthrew the Communists.

Revolutionary leaders

escaped abroad.

Gustave fled to France.

Ignatz refused to preside over

trials against the Communists.

He was forced into retirement.

His health deteriorated rapidly.

There's no salt in this soup.

It's not drinkable.

- Give me the salt.

- No, the doctor has forbidden it.

No!

Give me the salt,

damn you.

You whore.

Kato, give me the salt.

- [Kato] I can't.

- Istvan, get it for me.

No, Papa, it's bad

for your blood pressure.

Just give me the salt.

F*** this family!

I've wasted my life for you.

I can't even have decent soup!

Why am I alive?

Here, my love.

Please, just take a little.

Do you want to kill him?

Do I want to... Aren't you ashamed of

yourself, in front of your children?

It's you who wants to kill him,

so you can get back to your lover!

- Mama!

- Sh*t.

Stop calling me, "Mama"! You seduced

my son and got tired of him.

- Mama, stop, please!

- No, you listen to me!

It's your duty

to listen when I speak.

I'm going to throw you

out of this house.

But, I insist you return the recipe

book you took from my husband!

Give it to my son this instant

because it's his!

- What are you talking about?

- You know what I'm talking about.

- My son's inheritance!

- [Softly] My whole life is sh*t.

Fine! There's no more factory,

but I'll find the recipe

book for you, Mama,

if I have to tear

the house apart!

Help me.

Come on.

We're looking for a black,

clothbound notebook. Right, Mama?

[Rose] You know better

than anyone, don't you?

[Rose Crying]

[Continues Crying]

dd [Clock Chiming]

- [Mama Crying, Softly]

- I'm so sorry.

[Crying Continues]

dd [Cantor]

dd [Continues]

[Narrator] My grandfather,

Ignatz Sors, died within the year.

dd

dd [Cantor Continues]

[Narrator] His grief-stricken

mother, Rose, died soon after.

Valerie was now

the head of the family.

- [Bell Tolling]

- [Boy] Sors, come with us.

dd [Vocalizing]

dd [Continues]

Is that the Jew boy

who's always smiling?

- Yes, it's him.

- On your knees.

- On your knees, Jew.

- [Boys Chuckling]

Wipe that smile

off your face.

I thought the synagogue stink

left town with the Communists.

- [Boys Chuckling]

- [Sniffing] I still smell it.

- [Boys Sniffing] Me too.

- This Jew stinks.

- What sort of smell is that?

- It's cow sh*t.

It's Jew stink. Apologize

for polluting our air, rabbi.

Apologize.

- [Softly] I apologize.

- See this saber?

If I ever see you again,

- I'll circumcise your big head.

- [Boys Chuckling]

You'll have that miserable bastard

on his knees begging for mercy.

I promise you. You just

have to learn how to fence.

When I let go,

grab this in the air.

Now.

Pay attention. Again.

Mr. Anselmi, I'd like to

introduce my younger brother.

He would like

to train with us.

Catch this, please, Junior,

when I drop it.

Oh, molto bene.

Again.

Oh, big brother

has prepared you well.

Go find Junior

a clean outfit.

[Narrator] Fencing became

my father's passion.

Years passed, and my father Adam

became one of the country's...

- most brilliant swordsmen.

- [Laughing]

My grandmother, Valerie, became

a successful photographer.

Bravo, Sors!

[Applause Continues]

My Uncle Istvan lost the reddish

hair he'd inherited from his mother.

[Man] Quatre partout.

Etes-vous prets? En garde. Allez.

[Narrator] Adam and Istvan were

the top fencers in the Civic Club,

as skilled as any swordsmen of the

distinguished Army Officers' Club.

- Mr. President, did you see it?

- [Sabers Clashing]

[Sabers Clashing]

- [Judge] Halte.

- [Grunts]

[Applause, Cheering]

[Judge] Attaque par de droite.

Pare. Riposte. A droite touche.

[Crowd Booing]

- [Cheering]

- [Applause, Cheering Continue]

I'm sorry, Mr. President,

but I was hit.

Les actions sont simultanes.

Pas de touche. En garde.

Etes-vous prets?

Allez.

[Judge]

Halte.

L 'attaque sous la preparation

de gauche. A droite touche.

- Vainqueur a gauche.

- [Cheering]

Mr. President,

I didn't win this match.

Please,

Captain, don't be upset.

You fought

extremely well.

- Good show.

- Well fought.

Bene, molto bene.

Grandioso.

Everyone could see

you were the winner.

Oh, you can be a great fencer,

Junior, a national champion.

If you stay in the Civic Club,

you'll be a proper, young fencer,

but you will always be second.

But my friends

are members here, my brother.

I spoke with the general yesterday.

You will be welcome in the club.

What?

I don't believe it.

He asked me if it's true

that you are a Jew.

What did you tell him?

I told him, "I don't know

things like this. I'm Italian."

And what did he say?

No Jews can be

in the Officers' Club.

You have to convert.

- "Convert"?

- Si, si, Junior.

Jesus himself converted.

Look, when all is said and done,

what do you want to do?

- Fence.

- At what level?

- The highest.

- That's the Officers' Club.

- Do you want to convert?

- I want to be Hungarian.

Do you think the gentlemen of

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