All language subtitles for Die ewige Tochter

THE SECOND HEIMAT

CHRONICLE OF A GENERATION IN 13 FILMS

9 - The eternal daughter
Fraulein Cerpha|1965

Fr'z'1u|ein Cerphal never lifted her ban on us.

Our Foxholes time was over.

Our lives changed...

even more radically now.

We all went about our own business...

isolated from the others.

We kept our plans to ourselves,
doubted our talents...

and let no one see our hand.

Only Juan was allowed to live at the villa.

After his suicide attempt...

Fraulein Cerphal took him under her wing.

Now, he became as inaccessible
as the house...

the garden...

and all the other places
where we'd been so happy.

I'm certain I was right...

to send those young people packing.

I was chasing an idée fixe all those years...

thinking I could resurrect
the old Schwabing.

Those were quite different times.

The 18th century...

that was the right age for me.

I'd have had a salon...

for all the best minds ofthe day.

And people didn't have
this fixation with youth then.

A genius was a genius...

at 15 or 50.

Artists aren't what they used to be either.

With Juan it's different.

He's simply special.

What a beautiful job
he's making ofthat paving.

What a beautiful job he's making!

A work of art.

Although he's no artist...

he's infinitely versatile.

And yet so unhappy.

I couldn't just turn him out.

The others, yes. But not him.
But he mustn't have it too easy.

I don't want him trying suicide again.

He needs clearly defined tasks,
which I shall set him.

He's a brilliant entertainer...

but I must make sure he has work to do.

I don't think your father will be with us
much longer.

I saw my mother die...

and your grandfather.

Both in spring.

Spring is cruel to old people,
Fraulein Cerphal.

You can take my word for that.

Please excuse the comparison
with my mother.

Is he worse then?

If you want to see him again,
you'd better go.

It's a full moon tonight, you never know.

I'm always fine at full moon.

What did he say?

He said...

I needn't bother doing that laundry.

He often gets depressed.

You're reading too much into it, Frau Ries.

Your father is 80.

You've stayed a proper child.

-How is he?
-Fine.

Leave us alone.

Daddy, look, I pinched these for you.

Do you like them?

Fetch writing things: paper and pencil.

And then stop fussing around.

There are so many things to do.

It's all in the right-hand drawer.

Child, why can't you be more orderly?

You'll be grown-up soon.

Don't criticise me.

I'm putting my life in order.

There's so much unfinished business.

In my position one must settle things.

How are you, Daddy?

Don't you want to hear my news first?

I spent a wonderful evening...

talking to Dr. Zehetmeier.

He gives his best regards
and wants to visit you sometime.

By the way,
Evelyne has become a real artist.

She will soon be singing
at the Parisian Opera.

Now listen, my daughter, this is important.

You will go into the department.

To the office on the fourth floor.

I have put the keys over there.

The small one is the master key.

It opens all the doors in the building.

The big one is the key to my office.
The rest are the keys to my desk.

Now the combination to the safe. Ready?

Three left...

five right, four right...

four left, five left...

one right.

Easil-

In '35 we built it...

in '44 it was bombed...

and in '51 we rebuilt it again.

Where was I?

The safe.

On the top left-hand shelf...

there's a brown envelope. Bring it to me.

Unopened.

Hurry.

Now? But it's closed now, Daddy.
They've gone home.

Use the parking lot entrance.

Better if they don't see you anyway.

The key fits that, too?

It's a master key.

Don't you know what that is?

It fits all doors.

Except my office. Only the big key fits that.

Got it now?

You've opened your eyes at last.
I thought you didn't want to see me.

Frau Ries gave me a fright today.
For forty years she's been so vague.

I thought....

Elisabeth, you must be prepared.

I can't move my right hand anymore.

Things don't look good.

Really?

Now go and do as I said.

Be a good girl.

And bring the picture of your grandmother.

Then we can throw that landscape out.

I've seen enough of it.

Now what have I done?

How did you get in?

What are those keys?

They're my keY5-

This isn't a government building.

You're right to do yourjob...

but that's enough.

Give me my keys, and go back to work.

You'll come with me.

Let go of me! I'm a Cerphal.
This is my father's office.

Just come with me...

to the office...

we'll take your particulars and sort this out.

Don't push me!

Police. Any proof of identity?

Fortunately, yes. Shine your torch over here.

Please note the name.
It's on the second page.

-Fraulein Fall?
-No, Cerphal.

How and why did you enter the building?

Officer, can you read?

Answer the question, please.

Are you blind? Cerphal Publishing,
and my name's Cerphal. Well?

-Do you know the lady?
-Nope. What's your name?

Elisabeth Cerphal. I'm the daughter.

Far as I know, we're a company,
lots of owners.

I must ask you to come to the station.
Get in the car, please.

That man's got my key!

Good evening, Frau Ries.
That dog thinks I'm someone else.

How did you get in?
Did you climb over the fence?

There's no bell.

That's no reason to break in.

Good thing Fraulein Cerpha|'s out.

But you know me.

I was always against people
coming and going as they pleased.

It was different in my day.
There has to be some order.

Everybody respects it but you.

You have no manners, Herr Alex.

Hello, Juan. What are you doing?

Making a brontosaurus
out of a single piece of paper.

All these animals
are made out of a single piece of paper.

It's called origami, the art of paper-folding.

A 500-year-old tradition.

Look at this.

There's nothing like it in nature.

An icosahedron.

A regular solid.

There are only five of them.

Twenty equilateral triangles.

I find it fascinating. Don't you?

Speaking philosophically, Juan,
you're going crazy.

RENATE'S U-BOAT

Joining us, HerrJuan?
Alex is such a regular...

he gets a special discount.

Let me show you around. Mind your heads.

You're just in time.
The show starts in five minutes.

THUS FAR ...AND NO FURTHER

That's the password.

You know Herr Aufhauser.

That's his film editor, Fraulein Dagmar.

Who else do you know?
We keep open house.

Not too open. Too open today,
closed tomorrow.

Well said! Roll out the barrel, then.

This is Dagmar, my editor,
and Alex, my personal sage.

-What'|| it be, Alex?
-Some nice draught beer?

"Capitalism thrives on...."

Zeroes.

Make me forget
We have to say goodbye

Tell me
We'll meet again, dear

Please hold me close
Or else my heart will break

Come dance with me

Our last tango d'amour

I'm pregnant.

Come, dance just once more with me

With this tango, it all began

And with this tango it will end

But I won't cry now

For if our true fate's in store

I know the time is coming

When you'll dance with me ever more

I didn't know I'd given you a child.

You haven't. It isn't yours.

I'm so in love
More than ever before

Each moment with you

Was such heaven for me

Wouldn't call it Stefan ever.

Never.

At Foxholes, our friends had invaded us...

almost every night.

At all hours.

When the city was silent,
and the last pub had closed...

they landed on us like a flock ofbirds.

They ate us out ofhouse and home...

and never stopped talking.

Searching talk.

Talk that shook us out of our torpor...

that inspired unrest, protest...

and a wild desire for freedom.

That was all over.
We were left in peace now.

Schniisschen and I, and our baby.

I'm worried.

What about?

That we're in your way.

Are we in your way, Simone and I?

We must be such a drag on you.

But I don't know how to make us smaller.

We could ask Herr Roos to move out.

But he won't find anywhere cheap, either.

Hermann, are we in your way?

Schniisschen, forget it.
You know how fond I am of you.

Look how much she's drunk.

Sometimes I feel she's just visiting us.

Look at me.

I can't wait till she starts to talk.

I dreamed about it.

She stood by my bed,
put her little face up to mine...

and talked to me.

Like a big girl, for a long time.

Then she swore me to secrecy, and said:

"Let's not tell anyone I can talk.''

Then she chatted on, and on.

I can't remember what.

I'll tell Herr Roos to go.

Shall we?

Then you'd have a room for a piano.

When I think how many people
we used to have around.

At Foxholes...

hardly a night went by
without friends dropping in.

I miss that sometimes.

We haven't seen anyone for months.

I don't even know what they're doing.

Give me your vest.

But it's all sweaty.

Give it to me. I like it like that, honestly.

You haven't said if we're in your way.

Stop it, Mozart had dozens of kids.

But he was a womaniser.

That's the difference
between Mozart and me.

Ifthe bell rang now,
we wouldn't open the door.

We'd leave them out in the cold,
till they turned blue.

I'd throw a message down:

"Come back when we don't need you."

Don't be too generous.

You must be more careful.
People take advantage.

You think?

|'m getting up.

I've had an idea. I'd betterjust write it down.

All right. I'll ask you again tomorrow
if we're in your way.

Shall I shut the door?

Gentlemen, if you weren't on duty,
I'd ask you in for a drink.

But alas! You are on duty, aren't you?

Don't forget your master key, madam.

Are you hurt, Juan?

What are you doing down there?

My key.

It seems to be a day for lost keys.
Take the master key.

Well, gentlemen, thanks again...

for your kindness
and for bringing me home.

Regards to your inspector.

Goodbye, Leopold, goodbye, Karl.

No! You're Leopold, aren't you?
The other way round.

Juan, I'm worried. I get everything mixed up.

This master key is too much for me.
Did you know my father is ill?

-Are your parents alive?
-Only my mother.

I owe everything to my father:

my house, my past, perhaps my future.

It never occurred to me that
I could lose it all.

I was taken for a criminal today.
Can you imagine it?

You'll have to explain that. You frighten me.

Come and have a drink.

No, thanks, I've had enough tonight.

Some strong tea, then.

You know, I've never seen a dead body.

Can you imagine?

Not even in the war.

Throughout the air raids
I was here in this house.

At night I saw the flames
ofthe burning city...

reflected in the clouds.

Up to now everything horrible and bloody
has passed me by.

Perhaps you'll see a dead body soon.

I'm completely at a loss, Juan.

I am at a loss.

I wasn't expecting you!

My child.

I prayed so hard for a safe landing.

Clarissa, what's happened to the cello?

Did it fall over?

Clarissa, tell us. What happened?

I knew it! The whole time, Ijust knew it.

That bloody fool talked me into it.

He said it'd be safe in the hold...

he'd take care of it personally.

I didn't believe him...

but I wanted to save the money.

They charge more for a cello...

than for a person if you keep it with you.

Even though a cello doesn't eat
or drink or even speak....

Shit, I knew it.

Anyway, you're safe.

Oh, Mother! Look what's happened!
Isn't that enough?

For 200 years it waited for me.

Listen to this...

that degenerate
has become a famous pianist.

I've got an article about him here.

Want to read it?

Volker.

Praise everywhere, and excellent reviews.

He seems to be really gifted.

That changes the way you feel
about a person.

We'll go to my house, shall we?

Clarissa won two competitions in America.

And she played in a studio.
For a record company.

Clarissa, won't you tell us anything?

Father Trechmeier is already curious.

I have written you everything.

She plays the Debussy sonata.

Is the record available here?

Perhaps next year.

And your invitations...

to New York and California?

To Boston and San Francisco, Mother.

Aren't you proud?

I'm sad.

It had a soul.

We'll repair it.

Who knows how many knocks
it's had in 200 years.

But skilled and dedicated craftsmen
have always restored it.

Maybe it's tone improved each time.

Isn't that possible?

You're an optimist.

You've grown even more beautiful
in America.

Have I told you?

The first thing you learn in America...

not to have any illusions.

Tomorrow, we'll take the cello
to be looked at.

I can do that...

on my own....

My student years were over, too.

I entered the conservatory once more...

climbed the Fascist marble stairs...

and remembered everything and nothing.

Every step was familiar.

My nine terms started there...

like a table littered with leftovers.

Herr Simon, turn around.

DIPLOMA

All that remains,
is to wish you every success.

SCHOOL OF MUSIC

Now I had a diploma to prove
that I was qualified to compose music.

At least it was something
to keep off the rain.

CERPHAL PUBLISHERS

I have an appointment
with Herr von Beck at 1:00.

They're still at lunch.
Would you take a seat?

Von Beck. How do you do?

This is Dr. Leierseder, our senior editor.

And Dr. Riebe, our legal expert.

I'm sorry about the fuss last night.

It was just as much a shock to me.

I see you have your legal adviser here,
just in case.

Not at all, Fraulein Cerphal.

I act for the firm in several capacities.

It's an honour for us
to welcome a real Cerphal.

A representative of our former owners.

And founders, let's not forget.
Founders of a publishing empire.

We strive to uphold their tradition...

I assure you.

May we give you some "Cerpha| Editions"?

Cerphal.

They're reprints...

of original titles.

Did you know about them?

A deluxe edition. Top quality paper.

We found a contract ensuring your father...

access to his office for life.

We were really surprised.
It must date back to the early days.

The right also extends to...

the other members of his family.

But only during office hours,
I should presume.

We're pleased that the firm
was so sensitive...

to the human element, then.

Your family's story...

must be a wonderful reflection of its time.

Why don't you write a book about it?

Me? No, really.

We want to record the history of the firm.

A history...

that lies hidden, as it were,
in your father's office.

His office has always been sacrosanct.

If writing is a problem,
we have some excellent authors.

But they lack the authentic,
personal angle...

which is just what you possess.

That's true.

And I'm here to help and encourage you.

May I help?

No one but your father has ever had the key.

Time has stood still here, like the air.

1910 air.

My father's still alive.

I have several things to see to.

Thank you.

I promise not to trespass again.

We can talk again later.

-Is that my contract?
-A copy.

I shall need an hour or so.

I can find my way out.

Where do I start?

'35, '44, '51....

What did I always say, Daddy?

"Get me someone to play with."

I was sure you'd make
Uncle Goldbaum your partner...

because his daughter was my age.

Edith was fourteen.

So it must have been 1924.

And you always said,
"Child, there's no need for you to worry."

So I didn't worry.

Not about the firm when Peter was killed.

Not about Mother, when she got cancer.

Not about the family when our house
in Bogenhausen burned down.

Not about Edith when
they took her away in 1943.

And not about her little girl...

when they took her to Switzerland
in the middle ofthe war.

Excuse me. Your books.

May I ask a little favour?

Could we take a picture of you,
just as you are now?

-Will it make a noise?
-We'll be as quiet as mice.

Very well.

Now Arno is dead, Aunt Hedwig
has died in Haifa, and you are ill.

I know so dreadfully little.

Daddy, you mustn't leave me
in such ignorance.

I beg you, change it.

I'm sure you think everything I know
is just nonsense.

The way the cakes tasted on
your 60th birthday for instance, in the war.

Or that Edith smelled of sweat...

before they took her off to Dachau.

Edith was my best friend for 20 years.

And Dachau is only 20 kilometres away.

You see what rubbish
I carry around in my head?

Won't you help me, Daddy?

Speak to me, say something.

Hello, may I show you something?

The outfit that lady bought...

do you have it in my size?

Gero|d!

Frau Ries!

Of course, Gero|d's in Spain.

Where's my milk chocolate?

I don't like plain.

All the mi|k's gone.

Come in.

Do I look like my grandmother?

No, I don't think so.

Why didn't I marry?

Why didn't I learn to do anything?

I wasn't meant to take over the firm.
Why can't I find my way in the city?

Look, this is my diary.

It starts in 1927.

But I don't feature in it.
I keep it hidden in this chest.

If my father were here,
he could explain it to you.

I'm missing 20 years.
I've mislaid them somehow.

We'll unwrap the picture here.

Don't touch the surface.

What shall we do with this pretty picture?

Daddy, what shall we do
with this pretty picture?

Leave us alone.

Leave us alone,
and take the picture with you.

Wait, leave it here.

Put it there, against the wall.

And shut the door.

Come here. Tear this up.

You mean, you want me...

to tear it up now, in front of you?

What is it?

A sham contract. It's invalid.

Go on, tear it up properly.

It's your writing.

When did you write it?

It must be destroyed.

Now listen. If anyone comes
and lays claim...

to your house, kick him out.

-Who?
-Go|dbaum's relatives, for instance.

But.... It did belong
to Uncle Goldbaum once?

That's all in the past. He's dead.

It's over and done with. Get rid ofthat.

Won't you burn it?

But, Daddy, I can't light a fire here.
What are you thinking of?

I'll throw it in the rubbish.

What's wrong with this hand?

It's driving me mad.

Why won't you tell me
what those papers were?

What was all that about the house?

Have I anything to worry about?

You have nothing to worry about.

But now do something for me.

What, Daddy?

I want you to...

finish your studies at long last.

I'm completely serious.

Didn't I always say
you should do a doctorate?

You've been studying for 20 years.

Art, history, psychology...

anthropology, medicine.

E9YP10I0gy, drama.

Is there anything you haven't studied?

So much, Daddy. I'm like you.

Things only interest me
up to a certain point.

You always said, "The rest is bureaucracy."

You don't understand me.

I want you to earn what you own.

That's what I had to do.

It's not enough just to inherit something.

I have no more questions.

The pen.

MY LAST WILL

VOLKER SCHIMMELPFENNING
Concerto for Left Hand

ORCHESTRA CONDUCTED
BY JEAN-MARIE WEBER

The Concerto for Left Hand is a sign.

You must carry on as a pianist.

It's true, Volker.

See, it brings you luck.

I'm a composer.

Things one is really good at come easily.

Your health.

Remember when you said
you were giving up the cello?

That's long ago.

But you nearly did.

I'm sure that was Herr Juan.

I'm quite serious, I assure you.
I'm not as young as I may look.

It's time I did a degree of some sort.

But a doctorate is a lengthy business.

Isn't there something a size smaller,
a diploma of some kind?

It's for my father's sake, he's 84.

What kind of career have you in mind?

That's the other problem.
What openings are there in geology?

All the coasts and mountains
have been explored.

Now mineralogy, that would interest me.

I've seen your splendid collection.
Nature's works of art.

There's petrography,
which draws on palaeontology.

Structural geology
examines the processes...

determining rock formations.

Geochemistry studies
their chemical composition.

Stratigraphy is the study of rock layers
and their fossil content.

That's a more practical field.

Economic geology locates deposits...

of ore, coal, salts, petroleum.

And then, there's civil engineering...

testing the substratum,
for tower blocks dams, bridges, roads.

So there are many useful applications
with excellent prospects.

Well, tower blocks and dams....
I don't know.

I was thinking of something...

that had a little more to do with travel.

You enjoy travel?

Yes, it's a girlhood dream of mine.

We're planning an excursion up the Danube.

I thought perhaps Australia,
or the Galapagos Islands...

or the Andes. Peru sounds very exciting.

I must have something to do,
or I shall feel useless.

Particularly as my father's so ill.
I'm taking it very seriously.

Tell me frankly, Professor...

for all those things you mentioned...

don't you think I'm a bit too old?

No. But the competition is keen.

I encounter it myself daily.

-You'd encourage me then?
-Well, no.

-No?
-Yes. I mean, no.

Out twice.

No, with your left hand.

Where the heart is....

Juan, you know everything.

You are the eternal daughter.

Queen of diamonds?

Your father decides:

Money, love...

career...

travel, health...

house.

It's all in the cards?

A deep, dark secret in your family.

Your father...

got Go|dbaum's house...

by promising to return it after the war.

He took everything he had...

and gave none of it back.

A great wrong.

Where did you get all that from?

It is a reconstruction.

Is that the word?

I asked you.

I asked Herr Gattinger.

Observed, that's all.

My father told me nothing,
he only spoke to my brothers.

Peter comes first for him.

Then Arno, whom he loved.

I was the "grace note."
He even called me that once.

Your brothers are dead.

Look again.

For what?

Travel?

Love?

You live in the wrong generation.

Time stopped for you, 20 years ago.

You knew it all.

The story of your friend in Dachau.

Herr Gattinger's story with her
and her child.

You knew that Herr Gattinger
would betray her.

You knew that she would die.

You know whose house this is.

You've gone too far, Juan.
None ofthis is true.

I know nothing, and I don't believe
a word of all you've said.

You loved Herr Gattinger.

That's enough.

Fetch us a drink instead.

Ithink...

perhaps you love me as well.

Daddy, don't die.

Don't leave me alone.

Professional Repair of String Instruments

Maybe he's in the workshop.

Do you think you can restore it?

Ithink so.

-It reminds me....
-The F-holes?

A dream.

What about?

I've forgotten. It's only a feeling.

You had a picture in your room.

A photo, wasn't it?

In your old room.

It's pizzicato, all the way through.
And, then, we'll see.

-Let me finish it first.
-I can't wait. Bye!

-Send it to me.
-I'll bring it around.

Oh, excuse me. Ah, hello, nice to see you!

This is our little Simone,
Hermann's and mine.

How old is she?

Four months and five days old.

I'm in an awful rush. Come and see us.

Have I been away so long?

Do you see why I've always believed in her?

She plays wonderfully.

I know you only represent
established artists.

But won't you take Clarissa on?
She's so gifted.

We're faced with violence.

We reject violence against the person...

but in some cases violence against property
is entirely permissible.

Breaking it open would be criminal damage.

Whereas climbing over it would be....

There's a dog.

A big one?

We'll see if it's open.
If not, we'll get in the back.

Was that a shot? Are you all right?

I'm all right. I shouldn't have touched it.

It just went off.

Look. There's a hole in the chair.

-What time is it?
-Almost 12:30.

I'll come with you. Then I won't be
frightened in the dark corridors.

We'll leave it all as it is.

-Juan, what's going on?
-Help me, please.

-What's going on?
-I think it's a meeting.

-In my house?
-Yes, since 10:00.

Fraulein Helga, what's going on here?

What are you doing in my house?
I don't understand!

We've brought our own food.
It's all right. Don't worry.

Listen! Listen to me! Quiet, please!

The point is: Does liberation
from the affluent society....

Listen.

Does liberation from the affluent society
mean the transition...

from capitalism to socialism, or not?

That is what we should discuss.

And my answer?

My answer is: It doesn't mean that.

If you want to start the Revolution,
go ahead. Pretend I'm not here.

-Are you the owner?
-Precisely.

As representative ofthe bourgeoisie,
you're a class enemy. Not personally.

I'm sure you're very nice, but your views
are those ofthe ruling class.

My view...

is that you didn't consult me
about this meeting.

That's not politics, but decency.

Who let you in, anyway?

That's immaterial.

We're talking about dismantling
the power structure.

Don't threaten me!

This is Foxholes, isn't it?

Well? I want this meeting ended now.

Fraulein Cerphal...

we're here because
we must stop the Emergency Laws.

It's our historic duty.

But you're not the government!
I don't understand anymore.

You know very well
I closed the house to you.

This is an exception.

Help me, Juan! I can't call the police.

Let's discuss this.

You're upset because you weren't asked.

But we need a place where...

Strauss & Co. haven't put their bugs.

People like that don't have bugs.
Don't be silly.

Time's running out.

They'll rush the laws through.

Think how Hitler came to power. It's insane.

You can stay the night.

I'll give you a toothbrush.

Untouched by human hand.

I've always told Clarissa:
Life only gives you one chance.

But this time it's different.
This seems to be the exception.

You understand?

Life's giving you a second chance.

-But I've always....
-Hush.

The tone is even better, after the repair.

Don't you agree?

Thanks for everything.

The agent will be in touch. I know him.
He wanted to study medicine, too.

The problem is...

we don't know how the laws will operate.

They haven't even defined an emergency.

So what are we against, they say....

Your father is dead.

Soon there'll be nothing left for me to do.

You see, Fraulein Cerphal,
that's the end for us.

Foryou...

and for me.

Were you at the nursing home?

So late? It's 2:00.

He died just before 12:30.

The doctor was with him,
and nurse, and me.

He didn't say any more.

12:30?

I want you all out of here.

If not, the police will be here...

in five minutes, to arrest the lot of you!

Get out! Have you no decency?

Daddy.

I could have sworn he moved.

It's easy to deceive oneself...

Fraulein Cerphal. A letter for you.

Your father wanted you to read it.

Come along, nurse, we'll leave her.

"My dear daughter Elisabeth...

"don't forget the house
belongs to you alone.

"Go to the bank.

"You'll find all the papers in the safe.

"Deal with Dr. Finck,
he knows about everything.

"He will explain
that the rest of your inheritance...

"will only come to you
when you have got your degree.

''I shall be buried in the North Cemetery...

"where I can be near you.

"Daddy."

I don't want to go home.

The f|at's lovely...

but I'm scared, alone there at night.

A while ago, I woke about 5:00,
and thought someone was in the room.

I heard it quite clearly.
Some creature breathing in the darkness.

I told myself, "|t's impossible."

The door's bolted, the window's shut...

it's the fifth floor, it's impossible.

But that just scared me more.

I turned on the light to convince myself.

But that made it worse.

Helga, not in your condition.

I couldn't see anyone...

but I felt something alien.

Some alien being was there,
but I couldn't see it.

Do you know what I mean?

Has that ever happened to you?

You men would never admit it.

I didn't sleep until it was light...

and the danger was over.

But I had a rehearsal at 10:00,
so then I started panicking I'd oversleep.

Where shall we go?

Good question...

at 1:00 in the morning in Munich.

Here we are.

What's that whistling?
Knock three times for luck.

This is Herr B6hringer, the conveyancer.

I'm the hen that lays no eggs.

It's true. And what the war didn't destroy...

we're destroying now.

Herr B6hringer...

can we at least oblige the buyers...

to put up a building that
has something to do with culture?

I'm afraid not.

The company plans to build a complex
of 150 self-contained flats.

The City Council is in favour.

150 flats?

-Are we asking enough?
-We've got an excellent price.

Enough to travel the world
for the rest of your life.

And all tax-free.

Well, the past has to end sometime.

When shall we pack?

Whenever you like. Today?

My father will turn in his grave.

His time was over, Elisabeth.

My father was a tycoon. Did you know?

What shall I put for your occupation,
Fraulein Cerphal?

Student.

Juan, there's no point now.
Don't you want to stop?

But I haven't finished.

All right, carry on.