布达佩斯之恋 Gloomy Sunday - Ein Lied von Liebe und Tod(1999)【完整台词】

I go this way...

Good night!

Good night, sleep well

Good night. And thank you

Good night

He wrote you a lovely song

I told you he'd fallen for you

And I for him, a bit

Don't worry about me

I've always said

everyone must be free to decide

I'll just keep walking.

That will make it easier for you to decide

It's a strange song

As if someone were saying something

you don't want to hear

But deep inside you know

it's the truth

I have to go now

Herr wieck! Herr Wieck!

Heartache is a terrible thing. I know

You must try and think

of the good things in life

Our Magyar roulade, for instance!

The beef roll you love so much!

Do you want to know the recipe?

You cut a nice tender fillet into thin slices

then you melt butter in the pan

Just as the butter starts to release

its aroma, add a garlic clove

But whole!

So the butter gets just a mild touch of garlic

Then add the fillets, and saute

Do you remember the filling?

Ham...

Good Hungarian ham and cheese,

sliced very thin

And then, when you cut

a slice from the roulade...

Your tongue is tantalized by

three separate tastes

They are so different,

and go so well together...

that with the next bite, you'll be sure

and have all three on the fork

Ham and cheese. It was good

Budapest-Berlin Express ready

for departure form Track 1

That'll be the right one

Laszlo...

Don't say anything. Come on

You, and your beef rolls

have given me back my life

I'll never forget it

Saving someone else from drowning was the best

thing that could have happened to me last night

I'll get you back for that

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

A blind and toothless restaurateur

would be pretty useless

The same goes for import-exporters!

You're right

Survival of the fittest

That's not what I meant. Darwin's animal

theories don't have to apply to us

Animals behave like animals,

people behave like people

Or at least, they should

We'll meet again

Don't tell llona

I jumped into the Danube

Sleep well?

Good morning

I borrowed some sugar

- I thought you'd like some in your coffee

- Yes

The portfolio is from my

conservatory professor

It was a parting gift

"It's a poor pupil who doesn't

overtake his master"

He was convinced that one day

I would be a famous composer

He was wrong

You might still be, one day

Play for me

Only if you'll sing for me

I only sing when I'm alone

I'm not alone now

Just look at this!

Look how thick the peel is

They'll cook up mealy,

only good for mashing

Well then, mush them!

So, what's it going to be?

I'm not paying 20 Filler a pound

for mealy potatoes!

Why don't you open up

I'll be there in a minute

You go ahead

I want to be here if you're going

to be talking about me

We have to talk

Why not?

- It won't help

- What would then?

I don't know

I've known llona for four years,

and I'm slowly realizing...

Everybody would like it all

something for the body,

something for the soul

Something that fills you up,

something that makes you hungry

And llona takes just that

A Laszlo, and an Andras

I'd still rather have a part of llona

than on llona at all

What about the potatoes?

They're from Vienna

They came for a concert

They were talking about making

a record of the violin solo

So?

Ah! Vienna

Bring them coffee and schnapps

I'll do the rest

When llona brings thoes gentlemen

coffee, play your song

Nice suit

There you are

- Your health, gentlemen

- Cheers

Budapest...

That's Budapest...

Would you care for anything else?

Tell me...

what is that music?

Goes straight to the heart, doesn't it?

Our house pianist composed it himself

Really! Does the tune have a name?

It's called "Gloomy Sunday"

I take it you're closed on Sundays?

No, we're never closed

I'm Mr. Novak,

director of the Lindstroem Record Company

We'd be honored if you and the composer

would join us later for a glass of champagne

With pleasure

The fact remains: The composer and

the composition are unknown

We'll have to give the radio directors

something so the record gets played

That could be interpreted as bribery

It's only bribery if it's not enough

One could slip something

to someone at the radio station

But it would have to be deducted

from the composer's royalties

Half of it

Pardon?

Half from him

It's an investment, and investments

should be split honestly

Fair enough, that's do-able

Royalties are 6%% %

I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you

You said... 12%% %?

Twelve percent!?

Franz Lehar earns that much!

But with an operetta, you have to

pay singers, and the orchestra

If one of those 70 people gets a toothache,

you'd have to postpone the recording

Enough already... eight

Ten

Nine

And it has to say on the label that

"Gloomy Sunday" originated here

- That can be done