The Door Page #3

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But I just stood there,

wondering what my mother was doing for so long

at the bottom of the well.

Afterwards my grandfather came for me,

a young couple came from Budapest

looking for a maid,

...and he gave me to them.

They took me away

right after the funeral.

Do you know

what I'm saving up for?

A crypt.

As big as the Taj Mahal.

In every window there will be

a different coloured glass

and on every shelf there'll be a coffin,

my father's, my mother's, mine, the twins'.

Do you believe me?

I believe you.

Were you worried that I'd go?

No.

Emerenc said that no glass had cracked

and the dogs didn't howl, so nothing would happen

Don't let there be storm!

That brings the reaper.

Don't let there be a storm

Storm, lightning, a well.

How are the intellectuals today?

Oh, thank you.

We're much better!

- You see, hm?

- We are very well!

Great!

Welcome home, Master.

Good Morning.

I wish the Master a speedy recovery!

Thank you.

Are you admiring my tureen?

One of my employers,

Mrs Grossmann gave it to me

in the time of the anti-Jewish Laws,

in 1944.

That woman had

the most beautiful china and glass.

The chalice I brought the other day,

that was hers as well.

That's for the Master.

Thank you!

What strange stuffs Emerenc brings.

It's the Grossmanns' inheritance.

Maybe she didn't know

where they were being taken.

- It seems I was lucky during the war.

- Lucky?

I mean, I was among decent people

and I knew everything.

What did you know?

I knew who the wagons were transporting,

and for what purpose.

And you call that lucky?

Is that the right word?

It may not be the right word.

It isn't.

And all we've got are words.

So what should the word be?

I don't know.

Perhaps the Grossmanns left these things

with Emerenc for safe keeping.

Or she thought,

like so many others

that if she didn't take them away

someone else would.

Maybe the handyman's suspicions

are justified.

Perhaps there are valuables

behind the locked door,

confiscated treasures belonging

to people taken away.

Things that shouldn't be put on show.

How obscene - the Grossmanns in

the gas chamber, without even a grave

while she is saving up

for a Taj Mahal!

She keeps a captive animal as a cover.

Not a bad idea.

Are you writing a novel?

Didn't the master like it?

It was too much for him.

Oh poor little puppy,

come here!

Let me warm you up.

Give me your scarf!

Let's cover him.

Give me your scarf!

Emerenc, look!

You are home

You will have a good place, don't worry!

That's great!

You don't feel cold any more.

- Good evening!

- Good evening!

Emerenc, come straight away!

We've got a burst pipe!

I've already phoned the plumber.

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