The Door Page #3

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What's going on here, Emerenc?

Are you out of your mind?

Viola!

Get off!

Ungrateful! Disloyal!

You rotten liar!

Lousy capitalist!

You... you can't come

with business reason.

You can't fly to Europe...

the visit cancelled.

And youll let me know

when you can come.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have done this.

Oh, come on,

that's going too far!

Will you please get rid

of the mess in my mother's room?

Thank you.

I want to take Viola for

a walk in the forest.

I want to apologize

for my behaviour.

This never happened to me before.

And it never will again.

Serves you right. Why the hell do you have to

take everything so seriously?

Get the food out of the fridge

and take it back to her

I'm not going to eat the leftovers.

I'm not Viola.

Emerenc, I'm afraid

I can't keep the festive feast.

It's here on the porch table,

come out and get it whenever you are ready.

Is the master ill?

No, he's not.

I'd like to come in.

I'm hungry.

Have you got any food left?

Good night.

I'll never forget this...

Thank you for your love and care,

The food I eat, the clothes I wear,

Thank you, father, for bringing me up,

Thank you, mother, for filling my cup.

Mistress, happy birthday from your servant,

To your wishes always observent,

And here I bring you many a present,

To make you house both sweet and pleasant.

Thank you!

Come!

Whats the point of living,

to wake up in your own home

to find a blasted garden dwarf

standing on the carpet,

a riding boot in front of one's books,

and the bookshelf

full of all sorts of junk!

This is how Emerenc tries

to express her affection.

Affection?

This is crazy!

Have a nice day.

All men are idiots

Viola!

Stop it!

Viola, give it to me!

Give it to me!

Where did you put the little China dog?

I hid it from view because it's dreadful.

Are you some sort of a slave?

I know the master doesn't like dogs,

but is that mean that you can't put up

with a nice little china one?

Is this ugly shell any better?

I'll smash this

one of these days.

Emerenc...

could you please take

the little statue back to the attic?

It's tasteless.

Kitsch.

What's kitsch?

Kitsch, kitsch is something

fake, false.

What is fake about this little dog?

Hasn't he got everything

legs, ears, a tail?

Why are you lying to me?

If you don't want anything from me,

just say so.

I know you're frightened of the master,

but don't hide your fear

by pretending that this is a kitsch.

Are you out of your mind?

Who keeps umbrellas in a boot?

You're a blind, idiotic coward.

Don't know why I like you.

Maybe when you get older you find

some courage and your taste will improve.

My aunt has asked me to tell you to look

for someone else to help, she is resigning.

She doesn't understand a word of

this modern world.

Were not going to beg her to come back.

I offended her because I wasn't prepared

to let her turn my home into a flea market.

The only trouble is, sir,

that when she looks for a present for you

she is thinking of two children.

Whatever comes of this,

please don't bear a grudge

because there are few such

good and upright people on this earth.

What? You mean she

considers us children?

Now, you can't talk to her,

maybe later. Goodbye!

Well, we've fixed that alright.

You're happy about this?

We'll get along fine

without her crazy whims.

Are you put out

because she's become fond of me?

Have you gone insane too?

Polett, how would you like

to work for us?

Two or three times a week would be enough.

Just some cleaning...

washing, ironing,

perhaps cooking too.

What about Emerenc?

Emerenc doesn't want

to work for us.

You can ask her.

I certainly won't, God forbid!

You're the apple of her eye.

She only calls you the girl..

If Emerenc would ask me,

that would be different. I'm sorry.

I can't accept.

I can't take her place.

I see.

Parlez-moi en Frances,

quelquefois... Un peu...

We should resolve the issue

with the china dog.

It could be on this place when she's here

and than put it away again.

It's too much for you to do the housework.

You can't write.

We'll have to apologize.

Come on out, Emerenc,

I want to talk to you.

Have you come to apologize?

No...

Our tastes differ, but that doesn't matter,

and we didn't want to hurt you.

Won't you come back?

Will you give a home

to a china dog?

Yes.

Where will you put it?

Wherever you want.

Please, Madam!

Polett has killed herself.

What?

I've just found her...

She hung herself from

the walnut tree in the garden.

She pulled a cap over her head.

Have you come about Polett?

I found her at dawn when

the dog gave the signal.

We didn't talk about the cap,

but we agreed on what dress

she should wear when she's buried.

I gave her a black petticoat,

because she didn't have one of her own.

I couldn't find her shoes.

Did you find her shoes?

You knew what Polett was about to do?

One thing we did agree on

was that she shouldn't take poison.

Can't rely on poison.

Anyway it hurts.

No, no.

Hanging is much easier

It were enough of them in Budapest

when the Whites were in power

they did the hanging,

when the Reds came it was their turn, but

the hanged people kicked out just the same,

no matter what the

colour of the politics.

And you didn't try to stop Polett?

If she had enough of life

no one has right to stop her.

You know,

she ironed beautifully,

better than any of us.

Emerenc, shouldn't we discuss

what you're going to say at the police station?

Don't think I didn't make her

write a farewell letter.

I dictated her letter to the police, myself.

I, Polett Came, did take my life of my own

accord because of illness,

old age and most of all loneliness.

We weren't enough for her,

any of us.

Did you lose your keys?

I want to take Viola for a walk.

Alright.

When the time comes, you must tell the vet

to give Viola the injection.

If you love someone,

you must be willing to kill too.

The Lord kills.

Don't think I didn't love Polett.

If I didn't,

I would have stopped her.

'Cause if I yell at someone,

they do what I say.

Come!

Emerenc! Emerenc, Imagine!

The librarian from Csabadul has just rung

to invite me to meet the local reading public.

If I accept will you come with me?

Why did they invite you?

Because of my novels.

Do we have to stay the night?

Because that's out of the question.

Aren't you dressed yet?

For heaven's sake, Emerenc!

- Well... is that what you're wearing?

- Yes

You can't go there like that.

With all that make-up on?

- What will they think of me?

- Stop moaning!

Will you let me give you a book?

Will you write in it

that you gave it to me?

Of course.

You know I haven't been to

Csabadul since 1944.

My family all upset and...

I'm not loved there.

Please, madam,

I can't stand in for Emerenc

because I've been summoned

by the district council.

Its about my shop permit.

My living.

Couldn't you ask for another appointment?

- From whom?

- Drop dead!

You see,

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