布达佩斯之恋Gloomy Sunday AKA The Piano Player) Movie Script

Nothing can stop it now My song is travelling the world And sending home royalties Yet I feel I can't let go of it yet As if it still has something to tell me: A message But on matter how hard I try, I don't understand it Don't try too hard, or you'll never get it What does that mean?

It's like trying to sing a high "C" If you push too hard, you can't reach it I understand that about as well as I understand the song's message You don't want to understand But you said I shouldn't try to understand it Just give up.

A musician's bailiwick is the heart, not the head I'll take emotions over business any time You Jews are always thinking about haggling True.

The question remains whether others are too refined to haggle or simply too stupid Stop arguing!

We're supposed to be celebrating Easy for you, you've got all you need You have two men, and each of us only half a woman Right Whose fault is it that we argue... And suffer!

And suffer!

It's about time that was said!

Exactly What are they doing out so late?

They should be in bed Hungary withdrew from the League of Nations today, for Hitler If that's a reason to celebrate, there's worse to come Them and their German masters They marched right into Austria Right into Vienna itself You were in Vienna, with llona for three whole days Yes You're fired Your songs are too sad for me anyway I'll hire a gypsy band, Aradi, if we're going to sleep together in one bed let's drop the "Mister" Laszlo!

Andras Andras... Andras. You're re-hired The poor gypsies llona, we're very sorry No, it's my fault You're both unhappy And I am too I can't do this anymore We must split up Both of us. I mean... all of us No, no We're... we're not unhappy - Only sometimes - llona... We need you and you need us Both of us.

Something for Miss llona - From abroa - For me?

- Goodbye - Goodbye It's from Mr. Wieck He also sends regards to his dear friend Laszlo What eles does he have to say?

"Forgive the delay with the photograph But it turned out beautifully When I look at it, I'm reminded of Budapest and especially of you. Can you remember what I said to you?" What did he say?

That's personal "I'm very busy. My company is expanding with the German Reich Germany is becoming 'Greater Germany' for we are a people without enough room of our own" Other people don't have room, but they don't start wars I think he means it in an economic sense Mr. Szabo, telephone I think he means just what he wrote Szabo here Yes, "Gloomy Sunday" was composed here It's played every evening At 8 o'clock? Our pleasure That was the boss's son from Mendel Industries He reserved a table for six people Mendel?

Mendel! Steel and textiles They employ at least 30,000 people And they have three villas in Budapest alone So what about us, the three of us?

I'll give you both another chance There are a lot more than six Dear Heaven. Pull up another table And we need more chairs Good evening, Mr. Mendel Mr. Szabo. My sister It's an honor to welcome you Please come in Would you write something, Professor Tajtelbaum?

You'll be the first mathematician on our wall.

I can praise the restaurant, but how could you put pork on the menu?

No one's forcing you to eat it, Uncle.

He's even open on the Sabbath.

I never close, Prof. Tajtelbaum, not on the Sabbath or on Sundays, not on christmas or passover Can I get you anything else?

Perhaps a kosher pear brandy?

On the house, of course.

Yes, thank you.

Was everything satisfactory, Mr. Mendel?