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

- If it fits!

Mr. Schwitz!

So we're agreed

Allow me to go get a very special bottle

of champagne vintage 1928

Permission granted

Mr. Torresz left his portfolio,

with a note

"The song was lovely

Thanks very much, I must go now"

Thanks are fine, paying is better

He was acting so oddly this evening

Excuse me, Mr. Szabo

You're so worldly,

I'm just a pianist...

Don't say things like "just"

A lot of artists have an impresario,

who gets 10%% % for their trouble

Would you be my manager, for 10%% %?

Please

Mr. Aradi, I can't charge a fee

for helping a friend, now can I?

Thank you, Mr. Szabo

Thank you

Good morning

Were you out celebrating

with the music publishers?

Just a liqueur

More than one, it looks like

Are you here to pick us up?

I wanted to ask you something

You and llona

The record will be made in Vienna

Would you like to come along?

You and llona?

Vienna!

Laszlo, let's go to Vienna!

- That's impossible

- Why?

- We'd have to close the restaurant

- Only for a day!

You could do itjust once, Mr. Szabo

Please... Let's go to Vienna

The three of us, For me

No, I won't close the restaurant

Not even for a day

There'd have to be a real reason

If the great Flood were coming, maybe

- That's Mr. Torresz!

- He hanged himself

The song was lovely

Thanks very much, I must go now

The radio!

Our song is on the radio!

Come listen. Please!

That was "Gloomy Sunday". Written

and performed by Andras Aradi

The song got its start in

'Restaurant Szabo' in Budapest

Did you hear that?

Yes

Thanks

So strange!

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