The Treasure of Swamp Castle (1985) - full transcript

timing: Wearwolfff
translation: swatura

The tale I am about to tell you
happened long ago, and bits of
it might have even been true.

The Muslim half-moon that had occupied
the mid-lands of Hungary was torn into
a tiny croissant by the mighty Eugene.

The last bite of this croissant was none
other, than Temesvar.

This small castle was the only thing that
was still in the way of the Emperor...

...to be able to rule over the whole
country instead of the Turkish Sultan.

But this small bite turned out to be hard
to swallow, since the walls were defended
by the valiant pasha Ahmed himself.

The Savoyan Lion of the Armies.

Every innocent souls were fleeing from
this war that was raging both in heaven
and on earth.

Grabbing their modest belongings they
all wandered towards more peaceful lands.

But the animals of the forests and fields
were fleeing just as well.



And so did the imps, elves and fairies of
the swamps and groves disappear, too.
Probably forever...

And then, the mighty Eugene gave the
order:

"And once again... Fire!"
"Understood! And once again fire!"

And once...

Fire!

Fiiiireee!

Fiiiireee!

Pull baaack!

"Forward!"
"Understood! Forward."

Forward!

It is cold.

Cold???

Bring in the Brunnhilde!

Look at that! Run! Let's go!



Fiiiireee!

It is the valiant Ahmed talking to you,
true believers!

Hold on, brave soldiers!
Although I am leaving now...

... but the help is on its way.

And thus pasha Ahmed and his
only baby-daughter...

...carrying his most precious treasures...

... also fled to his friend...

... Gaspar Botsinkay...

... on the secret pathway.

Don't cry, little Sophie!

And I will have to marry such a
cry-baby, then?!

We don't have too much time
left, Gaspar!

We must escape!

Escape?

Me?

But I am a Hungarian!

Nooo. I am not going anywhere.

But you can hide your treasure here
if you want.

I will safe-keep it even at the risk
of my own life.

When the war will finally get here,
and it will, Gaspar, it will, soon...

... your own head might become
loose on your neck, too!

The Emperor will never forgive you
that you befriended us before.

But then, so many other Hungarians
lived at peace with your folks, too.

True. But you, my friend also got
quite wealthy at the same time.

And that is a much bigger sin, than
simply just making friends
with the Turks.

That might be true.

But the castle, the estate!

Listen to me, Gaspar!

Mad times are coming
very-very soon!

My brave soldiers won't hold the
castle for too long either.

Life is much more important now!
Your life and your son's.

Donnerwetter.
What did Montecuccoli teach?

If the victory is barred by a dam,
you must explode it!

Ahaa...

The dam.

Explode the dam!

Understood!

Reporting that the dam is set
for the purpose of explosion!

Explode it, then!

And now...

"Charge!"
"Charge!"

Charge!

Water! Bring some water!

Water! Quickly! Oh, great heaven!

talks in German

talks in German

Oh, the water has flooded the
whole area!

Gaaspaaaar...!

Hold the directiooon!

Watch ooout!

Waterfall approaching!

"Dad, help me!"
"Jonaaas..."

... hold on!

Dad, Sophie was taken by the flood!

My daughter!

After her!

My child!

My dear daughter is lost!

Where are you little Sophie?

My daughter!

Sophie!

My little Sophie!

Sophie!

Just do it!

Tapsi!

Hang on!

And where did you leave your
little brothers and sisters?

Come, my little!

You just keep on swimming,
if the heavens gave you a boat!

What is it, Saffi? Oh..

I can see that now, too!

Here! Here! Little one!

Now...

My little tear-drop, calm down!

What is it? Oh my dear!

"So you are the little..."
"saffi... (sneezes)"

Well, if that's how you would
like it, I don't mind.

Let your name be Saffi as well.

We are gonna have two Saffis
from now on!

And we will raise them together...

... in good health!

My only little daughter!

Don't cry, my friend!

We will find her!

Calm down, please!

In our new home, in Turkey...

... we did not receive a warm
welcome.

The Sultan beheaded the pasha.

And the death of our only supporter
was quickly followed by my own
father's.

God be with you, then.
My dear son.

I have to leave you here, in a
foreign land.

In a foreign country.

My time is soon over.

Be an honest and faithful son
of your homeland!

One, who well deserves...

... the Botsinkay family name!

Defend the weak!

Give bread to the poor, and
to the homeless!

Return to Hungary, as soon as
you can!

Reclaim our ancient home!

My...

... treasure...

... the pasha's treasure...

I was helped out by the goodwill of
gypsies, and so later on I joined them.

They shared with me all the joys and
sorrows of the wandering life.

And thus we roamed the land together.
I owe them...

... I mean, I owe you, my life and everything
I learnt ever since.

But then word got out that the Emperor
pardoned every political immigrant.

I can get back my home, too. And
everything all I ever wished for!

Don't you worry!

I won't be ungrateful!

You will always find a home and
safe haven on my estate!

"Oh! Don't you believe the lords, Jonas!"
"But, I myself is a lord, too, Uncle Gazsi!"

Here I have the writing...

... that says that I can reclaim the castle
and the estate as well.

I will only believe that, if I will see it!

Well, you will be seeing it, then!

And you will all be surprised!

Here is the junction! You will surely
find your way from here.

But then send a word for us, Jonas...

Lord Jonas!

God be with you, Jonas!
Come back to us soon, Jonas!

Well, God be with you...

...and have a good luck!

Come back to us, and stay
with us, Jonas!

Well...

... we are at home, buddy.

I wish my poor father could have lived
to see this day!

First we report to the governor that
we wish to accept the general pardon...

... and reclaim my estate, and then...

... off we go! I am off into my fabulous
castle, and you into your stable full of
fresh straw!

Don't be afraid! You will have your own
servant, who will feed you from a golden
goblet and a silver bucket!

And tomorrow, we will have a great
celebration to make everybody remember...

... the return of...

... lord Jonas Botsinkay!

And then...

And then...

We will look for the treasure of the pasha
even if it was hidden at the very bottom
of Hell by the old ones!

Uncle Gazsi will be surprised, then!

They will have nothing to worry about
until their dying day!

The arrows of Cupid have pierced me...

... thus my heart will belong to her forever.

To her, or to you, my beautiful Venus...

... I am dreaming about you even when
I am awake.

Now, so far so good.

Oh, please accept it gracefully, beautiful
Arsena...

Arsena...

What the thundering hell-hole rhymes with
this god-damn Arsena?

Oh, forgive me, my love!

Stop! Who are you?

My name is Jonas, de genere Botsinka.

I wish to talk to the governor.

How come not directly to the Heavenly
Father, himself?

Now, clear away from here, you...

... dirty gypsy bastard!

How dare you talk to the lord of Botsinka
like that?

Hahahaha! A lord of what?

Don't make me laugh or I will miss
the target!

Let me in, valiant Captain! I will
give you a plentiful reward!

You! That's enough of your jokes!

"Are you an honest man?"
"Yes."

Then, go away from here, quickly! You!
Ein, Zwei!

Ooh! A gold piece!

What an old...

Arsena... Musket... No, that's not good.

Why are you not called Greti or Lisy?

I could find so many beautiful words to
rhyme with it.

Lisy, busy, pussy...

Uuuuh...

But Arsena?!

This name is just another doing of your
greedy father. He wanted to save on the
rhymes, too!

I am honoured to introduce myself,
lord governor.

My name is Jonas de genere Botsinka.

Botsinka... Arsena...

It rhymes!

What?

Botsinka?

Jonas Botsinkay, as you can see it
stated on this dog-skin parchment.

Please reinstate me into the charge of
my rightful inheritance, lord governor!
The law states...

... that all those who take the option of
the Emperor's pardon until the first of July...

... will be reinstated into their lost lands and
titles!

Well, I myself...

... thus wish to take this option.

According to ... the law.

"And today is the 30th of June."
"It is."

One more day.

One more god-damn day!

Well, come, you filthy...

... I mean, come, your grace,
Jonas de genere Botsinka!

... de genere Botsinka...

Listen to me, lad!

I mean, take my fatherly advice,
your grace!

Just leave that forsaken estate!

The war has pretty much destroyed
it anyway!

All your lands are just swamps now.
You won't be able to grow on it nothing
else, but...

... mosquitoes and cold fever!

I will just rebuild everything! I am not
afraid of hard work, my lord!

Yet, still, the Imperial Treasury, as a sign of
its good intention towards the returning
ex-patriots...

... would like to offer in return of the estate,
let's say, fifty...

... a hundred gold pieces!

Think about it, my dear friend! A hundred
gold pieces!

Thank you very much, lord governor,
for your kindness...

... but I can't just sell the land of my
ancestors for money.

Two hundred gold pieces!

I rather hope, that as you are such a
fatherly good friend to me, I can soon
welcome you as my guest in my castle!

Until then, just kindly keep me in your
memory, Your Grace. Au Revoir!

Two hundred and eleven... seventeen!

Two hundred and seventeen gold pieces!

Thirty-eight piculas!

This is it! It's all over!

Puzzola!!!

Where the Hell were you hiding?

You know, that you are only allowed to
leave the castle with my permission?

Oh, well, si... maestro.

I was just mixing a new elixir.

And with your permission, I was just
checking upon the excavations this
morning.

The search is almost over!

Have you found the pasha's treasure?

Bravo, Puzzola!
We are saved!

This is yours for the good news!

We have the treasure at last!

Well... the... errr...
the treasure we have...

... I just don't know where, yet.

What???

I didn't know it is that urgent.

What do you mean, you didn't know?
You are killing me, you brigand!

But before that, it will be your head that
will be pulled on a spear!

But what happened, my lord?

I had taken a thousand gold pieces
from the Imperial Treasury.

And I also owe the soldiers six month's
wages...

And almost the same amount to that
old pig, Loncsar, too...

But if he will add double interest then
twice the amount.

The Court's Inspector could be here
at any minute...

... and now the devil brought here this
gypsy bastard as well... that...

Bobshi.. or Pachni...

You mean Botsinkay?

Don't be so surprised, or I'll
have you quartered!

The damn-fool have just left.

If he would have come only but
one more day later...

... his estate would have been given to
the Crown, under our supervision!

Up until we could finally find the pasha's
treasure!

Then I could have paid back everybody!

I could maybe even have bought myself
the title of a Baron...

... without which my Arsena will never
offer me her pretty hands full of her rich
dowry!

Oh, that thundering hell-hole!

"And? And?"
"What and?"

You just don't ask questions to me or
I will have you roped in front of a cannon!

Oh, did you then make the enormous
mistake of...

... reinstating that Botsinkay-kid into his
estate?

Well, what the hell I could do, if it was
already declared so...

... by that cursed law?

Ooh, Madonna mia de colore la mobile...

Ooh, why did I not have guessed this
before! Damn it!

Because whoever doesn't exist anymore,
cannot be reinstated.

Nobody would have looked for him.

It was very foolish to let him go,
my lord.

And you are only telling this to me now,
you brigand?

If it is not up to us, he must be in
the swamplands by now.

Then you just stalk after him, and
stab him in the back!

No, nononono. I am an intellectual!

Forgery, making poisons, money
laundering, film critiques,
and sorts... yes.

But murder??? No.

I can't stand seeing blood.

What did you promise me two years ago
in Bologna, when I saved you from
execution?

Is it already two years? Oh,
time just flies by...

A soldier lasts for this long.

You swore to me that you will blindly
follow all of my orders from then on!

"Do you want me to poke your eyes out?"
"Oh, no. No, my lord!"

I will do as told without that too.

Then get out, and take care of this!

I just don't know what my mama...

... will say to this.

I don't understand.

Well, I could see it with my own eyes
that he put it in.

It is nowhere.

My father told me so long ago...

... that when coming from Temesvar
we could first see the castle from that
small hill...

... with the old willow-tree on it.

This must be it!

I can't see any other tree around here.

Hey, Djinn, listen!

Let's close our eyes, and only open it
on the top of the hill, okay?

Now!

Well, now you are really beautiful, Bundash!

You know, what?

Come, let's swim to that log!

Let's go!

I won! I won, Bundash!

Bundash?

Where are you?

Bundash!

Ooo.

But you were cheating!

Just wait, you rascal!
Yes, you were cheating! You know that!

Thank you, Bundash!

This is really beautiful.

Ouch!

Tobiash!

Come on, Bundash! Shame on you!
What kind of behaviour is this?

Just give it back!
Well, I don't mind.

For once, I forgive you.

But if you will ever be envy again,
I won't talk to you for a whole week!

Wow! So you are here as well?

pipipipipipipipip pipipipipi

Bendeguz!

All right, Bendeguz.

Here, don't you miss a thing!

A stranger!

Run, Bundash!

Saffi! Saffi!

Come and let's hide! A stranger!

Do you see, buddy? They must have
been looking for the treasure here.

They might have even found it. No.
That can't be.

The governor would have told me that
for sure.

Don't you give me that look!

Yes, he is a noble-hearted gentleman.
He addressed me as:

"My dear friend."

He recognized the noble blood in me.

Just come, we are at home after all.

Well...

Well, this must have been the dining room.

Or maybe the library.

This house is a bit windy.

Where could I sleep?

What the heck? Are we not alone?

All right! It is only you!

Easy for you! You can just hang
from the ceiling while sleeping!

This must have been the kitchen.

But...

... we won't have no dinner here tonight.

I fooled you, Djinn!

There is no golden mine here, nor silver
river.

Believe me, this is not how I expected to
return home, either!

Let's just find a place for ourselves for
the night and then tomorrow we will go
after the caravan.

I will be the laughing stock of everybody.

Shining castle, an army of servants to
greet me, nice stable for you...

Poor Djinn.

Let's go, before the whole place
would collapse!

There is one more thing I am
looking for.

You see, Djinn?

She was my mother.

What am I gonna do with this lonely gold
piece? And it is not even real.

It would have been much better to listen
to the governor.

Castle, estate, the whole thing doesn't
worth a dime!

But then...

... we will still be good friends, right?

Basti... ajajajaj.

We must find the treasure of the pasha,
unless that's just another legend, too.

But even if it exists, by the time I would
find it on my own, I would have starved
to death already.

Djinn, can you smell it too? Smoke!

There is a fire somewhere close!

And where there is a fire, there must
be some dinner as well!

And where is some dinner, they would
surely invite the lord of Botsinka! Am I
right, my friend?

Maybe my father might have left behind
a single peasant in hiding?

My friend, for this one more time only,
but look after yourself, now!

I wish all of you a lucky good evening!

Damn it!

May all good souls praise the lord!

Black cat, death bird, toad?

This must be the hut of some sort
of hag of the swamps!

Well...

What did I say?

It looks like you are the lord of the house.

I myself is the lord of the land. Jonas
Botsinkay, in person.

Jonas... Well, so you are back, after all!

Look... We have a guest!

Welcome, little lord, to the humble home
of the lonely, poor Cafrinka.

Good evening, Mam.

Don't be afraid, you will also find
your home here!

Some hunter must have killed
the mother of this poor orphan.

Madame, my name is Jonas de
genere Botsinka.

And I am the lord of the whole
estate, I am...

I know, my dear, my dream has already
told me that I am to expect you soon...

And are you hungry then?

Well, truth to be told...

I know, my little bug. You haven't eaten
anything for two days now.

Move, Saffi!

If you are envy, you won't get dinner!

Come, dinner is here!

Full of tasty bites, enough
for every guests!

No, I am not a guest, I am the
owner of these lands!

Saffi! Where are you hiding?

Set the table for the hungry
wanderer!

At least she didn't call me a beggar!

Magic! Witchcraft! Saffi?! But she
was still a cat just a moment ago!

Jonas, just be careful! They might
even bewitch you at the end!

Hurry up, my little bug!

You will have the chance to gaze
at him later on!

"Bring some fresh water from the spring!"
"Yes, dear mama!"

This silly girl forgot about the plates.

Hey, Saffi!

Saffi!

Let that fish back into the water
at once!

Sipirc! Sicc!

Now she turned into a cat again!

Now she is again a girl. Sipirc?

This must be the magic word!

Yet she is so beautiful!

Saffi, you sit next to the guest.

Where is the light?

Shining lamp with a hundred flames,
give us light, bugs of saint John!

Serve our guest!

Plate, plate, full plate, it all turns stone
what you haven't ate.

Just eat, Jonas, have good meal!

Relax, Jonas!

Come on! Well, I really...

Khm... Jonas, keep silent!

Well, time flies, my dear little lord.

You too have grown up, yet I
can still remember...

that you were just a young boy
when your father had saved you
from misery.

My poor father died in emigration.

I was taken in by gypsies.

I was hoping I will be able to
show my gratitude towards them...

... but instead of a shining castle
and an army of servants...

... only ruins and utter destruction
welcomed me back home. What
a sad homecoming!

I only have one hope left...

I know, my son, I know.

You seem to know a lot about me,
woman. Were you one of our servants
maybe?

I have always been in my own service
only...

Borbala!

But as I can see, you also have
some servants here!

We simply just serve each other
around here.

We feed, protect and look after each
other, just like a family.

Because you must learn, little lord...

... the real lord is the one who can
rule over himself.

And never has to rely on servants.

That's an antique wisdom, old woman.

Of course, I will have servants. Maybe
a whole army of them.

Especially, if I would find the pasha's
treasure.

Wish you would know, what the real
treasure is, my son!

Of course, I know! Glittering gold and
sparkling diamonds!

Just mud.

And stones.

There is something that worths more
than any gold or diamonds.

But I can see now, that you must still
do a lot of stupid deeds in the future
to become wise!

Well, if you can see the future as well,
grandma', why don't you just tell me,
where to find that treasure?

And if I will find it after all, or not?

Or even though you are a witch, you
are unable to foretell?

Thank you, little lord, for the honour.
So, just show me your hands!

Oooh, it is written here, that fortune
will become your companion soon!

Unless you would run away from it!

And that from one house you will run...

"... but then from the other you would
get married."
"Married???"

Well, that can be, but I am not gonna
marry the cat of a nobody!

But tell me, will I find my treasure?

Yes, you will. And it will be your wife
who will lead you to it.

On your wedding day!

Well, then, I am gonna get married
tomorrow.

I will start looking for my bride in
the morning, but I will be picky
about the house!

And if you told the truth, old woman,
I will reward you!

And you just clean up a room in the
castle for my bride tomorrow!

Pff. Miaoo! Yes, little lord.

What is this? Sipirc!

No-no-no!

"I think, it is about time to sleep."
"Sipirc!"

Bravo, Puzzola! Everything is clear!

We wed the young man, he finds the
treasure and then...

krrrr...

We will have all that gold for ourselves!

First I will kill the knight, then
Loncsar...

Quattropoli vecchio!!! So much
work!

Jonas, you sleep outside!

Saffi, you stay at your place.

"Sweet dreams, little lord. Miaoo!"
"Good night!"

Don't worry grandma', I will rather just
sleep outside. We would be too
crowded in here!

And thank you for the dinner!

Next time with the rest!

Youngsters are such fools, am I
right, Saffi?

But we will look after them, OK?

What takes so long for this
vermin, Puzzola?

Did he kill the kid, or was he
killed by him?

If he was killed by the kid, I am
gonna kill the kid!

But if the kid did not kill him,
I am gonna kill him, too... I am...

I am gonna kill everybody...

Sergeant!

"Yes!"
"Have you seen Puzzola anywhere?"

And if not, where?

Report, I haven't seen him since
noon!

My gun, and my horse!

No! A boat! I am off hunting!

"Now? At the darkest hour of the night?"
"Yes, now! Dismissed!"

I am gonna kill everyone, just to be sure.

God bless you, grandma'! We'll be back
for dinner. And don't forget about the
room in my castle!

"It will be done, little lord, as you ordered!"
"And say hi to your cat, too!"

I am gonna tell her!

"Is he gone?"
"He is."

And you had some wild pears
for breakfast?

"He will never come back!"
"No? You heard him."

"He will be back in the evening, with
his wife!"
"I am gonna drown myself by then!"

Well, Bundash and Tobiash would pull
you out of water by your hair for sure!

Come on! Little lord Windy has the Spring
Shower as his bride?

I waited for him in vain! He didn't
choose me!

This fool would deserve a big kick
in the arse!

But he will get it... from somebody
else!

"Help him, dear sweet Caffrinka!"
"But that's exactly what I am doing!"

Where he asks for what he cannot get,
he will get what didn't ask for!

Let him run after someone from
his own class...

"I wouldn't mind that either, if he
won't get hurt!"
"So, you like him that much already?"

A handsome young lad, just like his
father was in his own time.

He thought I am a cat...

... and then chased me away.

You deserved it, if you let him!

"Was I to jump all over him then?"
"Enough of the crying!"

The lad is still green, but he will
ripe by the time evening comes.

Dear Mama...

... wouldn't you have some...

... some enchantment?

Love took away your right mind!

Two such fools!

Here you have the enchantment!

If you don't believe me...

... look into the water of the lake!

She says... some enchantment.

Saffi! You go after him, and stay
with him at all times!

Understood? Go, then!

Reporting, from the right...
err... from the left...

I mean... from that way,
some ducks!

"Reporting, from this way
some geese!"
"We expect a different kind of bird, son."

Pheasant?

Damn it, Miss Saffi!
What kind of surprise is this?

Load!!!

AAAaaaah!

"Swamp-man!"
"What???"

He is coming here. AAAAhh!

My lord.

Puzzola???

You should be ashamed of yourself
for running after men like this!

And it doesn't matter that you have
again changed your skirt to cat-skin...

... decent girls don't do such things still!

Saffi, sipirc!

Indeed, it seems like somebody just
shot near me.

But who dares to hunt on my
estate?

You let the boy get away, you...!

My lord, only to let him show us
the great secret.

"The treasure..."
"Where is the treasure?"

In a safe place. Thank God, he
doesn't know yet where is it, either.

What???

But the swamp's hag foretold him that
his wife will dream up the location.

But he doesn't even have a wife yet!

That's exactly why we must wed him
immediately, dead or alive!

I swear on the tilted virgin of Pisa, my
lord, that I can take care of everything!

But where should get him a bride?

There isn't a decent girl around here
for a hundred miles at least!

All of them were taken under the war.

"And the ones that were left behind..."
"There is at least one..."

What do you want with that tap?

I am not upset now!

But you certainly will be soon,
my lord, you will be!

Come on, governor!

It is not nice to hunt on
somebody else's estate.

Oh, the mighty knight is begging
for your pardon, my lord!

You must be the young and noble sir,
Jonas Botskinkay, if I am right!

"I am."
"We simply just got lost in this
endless swampland."

We were only shooting as an emergency
signal, when, thanks to the
Heavenly Madonna...

... your Lordship just showed up.

But now we will surely find the
way out.

I forgive you, of course, my good
lord governor...

... and what's more, I hereby authorize
you to hunt on my estate...

"... whenever you just want."
"Grazie (Italian). Thank you, my lord."

But... now, that we have just met
due to our good luck...

... let me ask for your advice. I intend
to get married.

But where could I find a suitable,
charming young lady, you think?

A beautiful, noble young lady, with
a nice dowry, of course.

I don't care about no dowry. I am
gonna be rich on my wedding day
anyway!

Oh, of course! Me, stupid.

I forgot that your Lordship was
away until now.

Therefore you couldn't have heard
about the county's richest nobleman's
daughter...

... the beautiful Arsena Loncsar.

Arsena Loncsar?

"Well, I am gonna visit Miss Arsena, then."
"You just go straight that way, my lord..."

... and you will surely find the Loncsar
-estate. Just follow the smell!

The gentlemen will be invited to the
wedding party, of course.

Well, let's go, Djinn!

Well...

What did you just do, you brigand!

I couldn't do anything else, my lord.

Miss Arsena is the only suitable girl
in the area.

But I want to marry her, you idiot!

You want to, my lord, you want to,
but you can't.

Since Miss Arsena will only say yes
to a Baron, nothing less...

Therefore my lord must find the
treasure first...

... to be able to buy the rank of a Baron.
But to get the treasure...

... Arsena needs to dream up the
hiding place of the treasure on their
wedding day.

But then we will be the ones to dig out
the treasure, and to bury the lad instead.

Your Lordship, as governor will just take
the treasure as the property of the state...

... just as a precaution.

You pay back your debts, some of it
you send to the Treasury, of course...

... and in return, my lord will be raised
to the rank of a Baron.

And then, as a rich landowner and
nobleman, you can ask for the hand
of Miss Arsena...

... which will be happily offered to you by
the the sad widow.

And then, there will be no more problems
left to solve, therefore...

you, my lord could let me,
I mean, me, Puzzola...

... to go on my way, with a
plentiful reward.

Do you understand it now, my lord?

All I know is that if your plan goes
wrong...

... you will be begging me to bring you
back to the torture chambers of Bologna!

Jodas de gedere Botsonka.

Botsinka?

The neighbour?

Welcome to Hell, my dear lord.

Hey, painter!

How dare you to hurt the lord of
Yorkshire?

Come, my dear lord, come!

Let us see, what did this fool
make here?

This smile looks idiotic to me.
Correct it!

No, no, not mine! The Mother
Queen's!

Hey, you rascal!

Get out!

My dear lord?

Kiss, kiss.

Well, so, the general pardon
has brought you home, too?

Don't get me wrong, I don't mean
to hurt you, but...

... you seem very thin!

No problems!

The good-old Loncsar will
feed you up!

Feeding time, my friend! Drink!

No, thank you. I don't drink
palinka!

That's not acceptable, my dear lord!

You have to drink when you are with
Papa Loncsar!

Cheers!

Or you look down on a simply pig-
merchant, like me, maybe?

Me? Of course, not. Especially, since
the intention of my visit is to...

That's what I mean...

God Bless you!

Bottoms up!

This to my health, now!

Bottoms up!

This to our friendship!

Bottoms up!

Just stay seated, my friend, then
it won't reach to your legs!

Now, tell me!

Why did you come here?

Me... errr...

I want to get married.

Me and my wi... I mean your
... daughter...

... to marry...

Aaah!

You want Arsena! Brave!
Very, very brave!

And then the lord governor...

Does he know about your noble
intentions?

He does.

He does. He recomm...

He recko...

He recommended her.

This thing stinks of that filthy Puzzola
to me.

Whatat... what... whats...
did you say?

No-no-no-no. No-no-nothing.
And then...

Do you have enough money...

... to give a decent life to my spoiled
daughter according to her rank?

I do.

I do.

"I have the pasha's treasure."
"What?"

You have found the pasha's treasure?
Where?

In my hand.

It is written there...

It was foretold...

... by the wise... wits...

...fortoon...telllerr...

"Witch."
"Aha!!!"

Well, after all, it must be on your
estate, therefore it is yours.

It is just a matter of time before
you find it!

It is!

Take the young lord... wa... wait,
I will just tell it to Arsena myself...

... that somebody is here to marry her.

Take the young lord to the salluna...

...to the saloon!

At once!

This way, please!

I don't understand.

How come the governor didn't kill
this lad?

But then...

If Arsena would marry him...

... I will get the treasure...

... and his estate as well...

Now is the time to be smart, Loncsar!
Now is the time to be smart, Loncsar!

# "La la la la la la!"
"Wha... What is this?"

# "La la la la la la !"
"Do you skin the pigs alive here?"

Miss Arsena is taking singing
lessons at the moment.

She must ha... have a strong...

... strong throat.

# La la la la la la la la la la la!

I can't take it, this is terrible!

Bravo! Bravo!

You can leave now! Enough of the
whining for today!

But father!

You must have manners in the
temple of the muses!

Good, good, good! Go and put on
some make up, my daughter!

You have a visitor.

So my father has forgot about it
again, that only poor people talk
down on their children?

Is it that common man with no
manners, again?

The one who cannot make a distinction
between a violin string and a violent sting?

No-no-no. It is not the knight.

It is a young and noble man from good
blood. And if you still love your old hairy
father...

??? (french)

How many times should I warn you, Father,
that this tone...

Good, good, good. So, if you love yo...
yo... your...

... your sweet father...

Oh, surely, since that is my responsibility.

Well, then, will...

... will you please... re....
receive that man?

I don't know, father.

I have already offered myself to
Apollo.

Apol...! I didn't even know about him!

Who is this brigand?

Is he rich at least?

But, father!

He is the god of muses and poetry
in Greek Mythology.

Let it go, you bastard, or I
will kick you in the bones!

She is my blood. There will be
no problems here!

Jodas de genere Botsonka.

Please.

Good eve...

You, my dear...

to... to...

... be my wife...

This is unheard of!

What is so funny, my lord?

This demands blood!

Where is my sword?

"Where is my sword?"
"You are so entertaining, my lord."

But marriage is not a joke.

As it was sang by a Latin poet
before.

It is required that the two sides
must be of similar ranks and wealth.

The Loncsars of the Swine House can
only accept high-nobility as a husband.

Therefore it is my definite intention, that
my future husband must be
at least a Baron!

I said, a Baron!

Baron???

"But I am not a Baron."
"Well, then, better hurry up..."

...because the gates of my heart will
be closed in front of you until you
become one!

And now... God be with you...

(screaming)

But, sir! What kind of
intervention is this?

Heeelp!

Miss, stop this now,
or I am gonna skin you alive!

He wants to skin me alive! Heeelp!

No, not you, but that other cat!

Wait, you witch!

My things!

Saffi, damn you!

She is gone wild! (screams)

I can't take it! I can't take it!

My altar cloth!

Put it down! It is not even
finished yet!

I will just chase off this...

Bon Jourrr (french), nice birrrd...

(screaming)

I am gonna faint.

Azil!

Miss, your tea.

The lord outlaw...

...hot!

Azil...

... you animal. Ooh!

Azil...

The lord...

wishes to lea...

...leave.

God bless you, Miss.

Don't be sad, though...

I will return to you soon...

... as a Baron!