All language subtitles for Zwei fremde Augen

THE SECOND HEIMAT

CHRONICLE OF A GENERATION IN 13 FILMS

2- The eyes of strangers - Juan 1960/61

Icame to the land of
Johann Sebastian Bach to study music.

At home in Chile
I'd play the Bach on the marimba.

But the Conservatory did not accept me.

They said my marimba piece was folklore.

It wasn't.
But I'd come for other reasons, too.

Sehnsucht, as they say in German.

The winters are so cold in Europe.
I was afraid.

My mother had warned me.
How would I live without her help?

Von Zett's Drama School
needed a gymnastics teacher.

Hermann had told me. So I went to apply.

A Chinese smile.

You're a strange young man.

What's your sign?

Sagittario.

What's that?

I don't know it in German,
the one with the bow and arrow.

9° v°u may the piano?

Yes, piano, too.

You can have the chauffeur's room.

Unless there's scenery in it.

Show our new teacher your room.

But I have an acting class.

Don't argue!

You're always arguing!

This way.

This is the chauffeur's room.

Whoever has it has to drive the VW bus, too.

I've done it for two years.
She said to show you.

But I can't drive.

I had never dreamed so much
as in Germany.

Every night I woke, my heart pounding.

I was afraid something had happened
to my mother.

I'd had no more money from her,
and no letter.

What are you doing?

Monika, listen to me!

But Frau von Zett, it's not dangerous.

-Come up here!
-I can't.

Ikept going back to the Pension Victoria...

to ask ifa letter had come for me, or money.

Are you sure there's a letter?
I can't park here.

I'll drive round the block.

Pension Victoria

Do you still live here?

No, I've just fetched my bags.

With Wemer from the Drama School.

You mean, you've got the job
and can live there?

Till the end of winter term.

But you don't look happy. What's wrong?

I was so sure there'd be a letter.

I dreamed about it last night.

It was blue, with a red stamp.

And my name was on it, in mayusculas.

I mean, in big letters.

Juan Ramon Fernandez Subercasseaux.

Pension Victoria, Munich, Alemannia.

Hermann, am I going mad?

Of course not, Juan.

I'm not at home here yet, either.

Juan was the first friend I made in the city.

He had arrived six months before,
to study music like me.

His curse was to have too many gifts.
He knew 10 languages...

even Esperanto.

Plus maths, karate, acrobatics,
piano and drums.

He was a magician, a juggler, a dancer.

He'd been as much an outsider
in his home as here.

Where are you going?

Nowhere, I just had to get out.

Hermann, stop thinking about Clarissa.

I wasn't thinking about her.
You've fallen for her yourself.

Only for her name.

-Her name bothers me.
-Lichtblau?

No, Clarissa. Clarissa comes from Clara,
Clare, Klarchen.

They're all ghosts‘ names for me.

I've got something for us.

It will completely sanitise our finances.

You translated that from Latin!
Say it in German.

It's a concert for a rich bourgeois.

We need you. Have you got a dark suit?

Yes. I mean no. My trunk is at Frau Moretti's.

-When is it?
-Tonight, at 6:00.

-Then we'd better go.
-Yes, we must leave on Line 25.

Leave? Where to?

To a villa in Grflnwald.
They're expecting us at 7:00.

-What will we play?
-A bit of Beethoven, Mozart....

Grtinwald

Juan seemed to float on air.
Often he seemed to me...

like a being from another planet...

invulnerable, alien.

He was almost robot-like,
he spoke and moved so precisely.

We couldn't step on the carpets
or the floorboards, picture that!

And the food always tasted burnt.

Then she wasn't so rich, your aunt.

Bavaria Film Platz

Next stop, Robert Koch Strasse.

It's empty now. We can change.

-What will we play?
-I don't know.

I could play the Hungarian Rhapsody.

I won a prize with it once.

I could play my piece,
the entrance exam one.

Or maybe yours. I mean, your flute piece.

But I haven't brought my guitar.

What have you got for me?

Hurry, it's the stop after next.

Why am I thinking of my aunt again?

My grandparents have a villa, too.

In Bario Alto, Santiago's Grflnwald.

These really fit!

I used to practise acrobatics there
when I was about 12.

-Are your parents rich?
-No, they're not.

-And your father?
-He's dead.

He died in an earthquake in the Andes,
in a copper mine.

-Anything else for me?
-This bow tie.

-Let me help you.
-I only saw my father once.

Listen, let's forget our fathers.

We gave birth to ourselves,
created our own selves. Didn't we?

Then we are gods.

-Do you think you're a genius?
-Yes! Don't you?

I'm ashamed to.

We'd been asked to give the concert
in a private house.

Our evening clothes were hired.

Thus disguised, we could study
the Munich bourgeoisie.

But it's Angelika! Why didn't you tell me?

You know her, too?

I was beginning to worry.

My father will be so pleased to meet you.

You're my birthday present for him.

I want to make him understand
why I love music.

You see, he's a money man,
and frightfully rational.

Just leave everything here.

These are friends of my parents.

Just dump your stuff.

Here are the music stands.

-What shall we play?
-What have you got?

-Vivaldi?
-Shall I fetch it?

Vivaldi, for harp?

Mummy, my friends have arrived.
I'm just getting our music.

-Juan, what have you got us into?
-Munich bourgeoisie.

-How long will we play?
-Two hours, maybe.

-What's he do?
-Art dealer, I think.

-You call this art?
-Look out!

Here's the music.

I hope Papa will like it.

We'll do our best.

Egon, have you gone mad?

We have guests and you play sailors!

Now, a modern work for harp and flute.

What is it?

The clocks put me out.

We'll soon fix that.

We played for nearly four hours.

We played classical music, folk music...

songs to sing along with, arias...

modern music,
and even a composition ofJuan's.

By midnight we were played out.

We'd entertained AngeIika's family
into the ground.

But instead of the fat fee
we were expecting...

and a bottle ofred wine...

the finest.

You got us into this.

I'd never have gone near that capitalist zoo!

How about...

we all jump offthe bridge?

I don't get it.

They spend their lives paying.

Whll not pay us?

They treated us as Ange|ika's friends.

Shit! What'|| we do?

Suicide.

You crazy fool, what'|| we do?

Sell the bottle.

It must be worth a lot. Look at this:

Chateau Lafite Rothschild...

extra cuvée 1937.

But do we know anyone who'd buy it?

Maybe put an ad up at the school.

So Angelika sees it, and buys it back.

"Papa, Papa, our lovely Rothschild!"

Mil novecientos treinta ysiete.

The wine of fate.

I began to dream about Clarissa.

The more I thought Hermann loved her,
the more I dreamed of her myself

Ihadn't seen her for so long,
perhaps she'd changed...

or never really existed.
But I had her address.

Is this a bad moment?

I'm just leaving for Wasserburg.
To pick up a few things.

I just wanted to see you.

I'm glad, what shall we do?

-Maybe I can come?
-To Wasserburg?

My mother's there.

-Is it in Bavaria?
-In deepest Bavaria.

So we can go mountain climbing.
Is that correct?

No, it's not in the mountains.
It's more like on an island.

What a surprise.
So, we're off to Wasserburg?

What really made you come?

I dreamed about you.

Onion dome.

My mother is a simple woman.
How can I explain....

She's from the north. From Pomerania...

where people are very Protestant.

My father was a Protestant, too,
from Virginia.

My father was a Bavarian.

Mother brought me here after the war.
I never knew him.

-He died in the war?
-Killed in action.

He and my mother were never married.

So she hid herself away.
And now she fears for me, you see?

She fears you will become pregnant.

Every time I come home
she talks to me about it.

For five years she tried to marry him.

She thought of nothing else,
till the day he died.

Each time he came home on leave...

his family stopped the wedding.

My parents tried everything...

in order to make me legitimate.

I remember...

I've sworn never to marry. Never.

You must believe me.

Have you a boyfriend?

In Wasserburg they'll be surprised
to see us together.

Or a lover?

In Wasserburg every window has eyes.

When I come here...

I don't feel it's my home at all.

Though I know every stone...

and every corner where we used to hide.

I know who lives in every house.
That one, for instance, is Louise's.

Louise was in my class at school.
She plays the violin, badly.

But I'm not at home here.

You know, our name, Lichtblau,
is a seafaring name.

Light blue. That's the colour ofthe sea.

My grandfather was a captain
on the Baltic run...

from Stralsund to Rflgen.

That was before we had the railway.

Well, Clarissa should really
be home by now.

It's after 4:00. Where can she be so long?

It's not very polite of her, I'm afraid.

Have you known her long?

Just a month.

I'm glad she has such
well-brought-up friends.

Will you be staying the night?

Yes, but I've forgotten my toothbrush.

I have a brand new one. You can have it.

Untouched by human hand!

I bought it for Clarissa.

It's four months now since she left home.

She's already a bit of a stranger.

How does your mother feel,
with you so far away?

I don't know.

I'm afraid she must worry about me.

Is she a good musician?

-Who? Clarissa?
-Yes.

Yes, she is.

She was a child prodigy here...

though she only started the cello at 11.

I don't know much about it...

but Dr. Kirchmeier...

the head of our hospital,
a very artistic-minded man...

he said she had great talent from the start.

He was her patron.

He loves her like a daughter.

Can you understand that?

You're a real gentleman, you are, HerrJuan.

I'm getting a new cello!

An old Italian one, a real beauty,
with a fabulous tone.

I've tried...

and it plays by itself.

You don't have to do a thing.

Have you had a good time together?

Have you seen Dr. Kirchmeier? How is he?

He's fine. I'm hungry!

I think my mother wants you to stay.

Untouched by human hand.

Anything else?

Three Brotchen. "Chen." Rolls.

"MiIch. " "Milchmadchen. "

Five weeks had passed
since I'd arrived in Munich.

At last the day came
when Icould move to Frau Moretti's.

My own place at last.

I wouldn't have to share a room anymore...

especially not with Clemens,
and his dung heap dialect.

There was even a piano.

You'd better ring the bell,
long and loud. Good luck!

Is nothing sacred anymore? Who is it?

It's you, is it?

Good God!
You're the last person I was expecting.

Where are you hiding all these weeks?

I hear nothing, I look foryou.

I've been studying.

Studying! You make me laugh!

I left my things downstairs.

Young man, I must have
a serious word with you.

I'm sorry. I'm really very sorry...

but the room is not free.

Where is my trunk?

My God! Lock is broken!

Burglarsl

Oh, poor me, nowhere safe anymore!

-And where's my trunk?
-Is not there?

Trunk is stolen!

Don't ask me! I good, clean woman!
Trunk bye-bye!

I want my 50 marks back.

Not here now, come back tomorrow.

But I swear by all the saints in heaven...

you will have your money back!

I swear it! I good woman!

I not steal poor student's money
or trunk either!

All my work was in there...

my books, my letters.

They're no use to anyone!

My camera, maybe...

and my telescope.

But my poems, my music.

I believe you.

But I don't believe you.

My trunk's been stolen.

Stolen? Really?

You'd better come in, Herr...

but weren't we on first name terms?

Can I speak to Dr. Bretschneider?

He's not very well...

but if I take you in quiet|y....

Our young adventurer, just look at me.

Herr Simon's trunk has been stolen.

Stolen? Very nasty.

Come and tell me all the details.

No talking, Doctor.

-Don't make such a fuss, Frau Krause.
-Would you please leave?

I'm completely cleaned out.

That people can be so wicked,
it's really awful.

You know, Hermann,
I'm often scared ofthe big city.

Sentimental crap!
You're as bad as my mother.

"Hermann, the city's full of bad people.

"Stay home at night."

Shut up! Eat or be eaten...

that's the law of the jungle!

Hey, I haven't done anything.

Why is he so angry with me?

So, that was Wasserburg.
Thank God we got away.

Was it very bad?

Your mother told me her life story.

I shall buy a map,
and go and see every town in Germany...

north and south.

You're sad.

No, I'm not sad.

Maybe we're both sad.

You helped me a lot, Juan.

I'd like to travel on forever.

Far away.

Far away from mothers and families
and small towns, and....

And far from love.

Let's forget love.

We will. We'll forget love.

In a hurry?

-Working hard tonight?
-Maybe.

I'll never do it.

I'll never do it.

I can't go on doing the same thing
year after year.

I feel ridiculous.

I know what you mean, believe me.

I'm one ofthousands.

You're lucky then. I'm one of millions.

Play on, while I finish these logs.

I have to make money somehow.

Don't worry, money grows on trees.

But listen...

I was always glad to be second best.
That's how I survived.

The best were the first to go in the war.

They always cop it.

But I'm not even third best.

I heard the loudspeaker three streets away.

"Danger of death. Keep cIear!"

I was more curious than scared.

Though it was nearly 20 years
since the bombs had fallen...

some still lay unexploded.

One moment of tension, ofirritation...

awakening memories ofpanic and fear...

then all was back to normal.

I needed ajob.

Istill had to pay Clemens...

and I wasn't getting a penny
from my mother in the Hunsriick.

Three people to clean windows
at the hospital.

2.70 an hour for two days.

A man to clean carpets.

Hello, Ansgar! How are you?

Have you ever been in danger or death?

We're always in danger of death.

No, I don't believe that, it's only words.

It's passed, before you know it's happened.

What's up?

Just now, in the street....

Two men for Arnold and Richter...

clearing out old film cans.

91, Ttirkenstrasse, in Schwabing.

That's us.

So here we were, in a Munich film archive.

We had to sort out the old nitrate prints...

which were inflammable and dangerous.

It was illegal to keep them any longer.

Whatever we weeded out was destroyed.

We enjoyed the power this gave us...

over the recent past.

But we worked as slowly as possible...

so that the job would last.

Is it really so dangerous?

It's nitrate. That's like nitroglycerine.

Did you ever see The Wages ofFear?

One spark, and Schwabing blows sky-high.

It's a huge bomb, in the middle ofthe city.

For 20 years, these Nazi films
have been hiding here...

ready to leap back to life, at any moment.

As soon as the cork pops out ofthe bottle.

But we're destroying them.

I often think of death.

When I walk down a street,
and see a window...

I imagine someone dying behind it.

A complete stranger...

I know nothing about.

But death is something...

that's in me, too.

When someone dies...

he's just like me.

When I imagine people dying here...

I almost feel at home.

Where are you from?

From a crummy village in the Hunsriick.

So you know that family crap, too.

I left all that forever.

And where are you now?

Among perverts, whores and thieves,
predators and their prey.

And all alive.

Clarissa had kissed me.
Then she had run away.

Wheneverl wanted to see her now,
she was busy.

The women convinced me
I was in a foreign country.

Work of: Volker Schimmelpfennig
and Jean Marie Weber

Soloists: Dietrich Henschel - Mac Lindinger
Kristos Joachimides - Salvatore Fiorito

"Wake up, for your dreams are evil!"

This poem by Gijnther Eich...

inspired Volker Schimmelpfennig...

to set it to the music you are about to hear.

A film by Reinhard Don
and Stefan Aufhauser...

will be shown, to combine the media.

The singer is Dietrich Henschel...

and the composer will conduct.

Wake up!

For your dreams are evil

Awake, for horror approaches

It will find you, however, for you are

from the fields ofblood

It will come in the afternoon

and catch you napping
If not today

then tomorrow, but it will come

-How's it going?
-Like a dream.

Looks great from up here.

Oh, comfortable sleep

on the rose-covered pillow

A Christmas present from Anita

embroidered with her own hands

-Do you like the music?
-No, I'm afraid not.

Pity. And the words?

The words are probably good,
but I don't understand them all.

-Why not? Where are you from?
-From Chile. Santiago.

Nature wakes, the casinos open
in Baden-Baden

Cambridge defeats Oxford
by two and a half lengths

That's all you think about

We have a lot to learn
from these young composers. Free spirits.

-Are you a musician, too?
-Yes, I am.

The current's flowing in the fence

The guards are at their posts

Are you going home after?

I don't know yet. Just listen.

Do not sleep,
while the rulers of the world are busy

Do not trust them with the power
they pretend to wield for you

Make sure your hearts aren't empty

for that's what they are counting on

Don't serve, don't sing

the songs that they expect ofyou

Be stubborn, be sand

not oil, in the engine of the world

Is it for Stefan?

No, just across the road.

SPATENBIER

My man he don't love me

Treats me oh so mean

My man he don't love me

Treats me oh so mean

He's the meanest man

that I've ever seen

The question is, where does
music stop and politics begin?

I think our music should be made to last.

If a composer just thinks of now,
that's one kind of music.

But if he thinks of eternity, or of death...

you hear it.

I'd like to hear your work.

I wrote a cello piece once, but it's lost.

How did that happen?

My trunk was stolen.

We're dealing with the case in the office.

I don't care about the trunk...

only about the works I lost.

Was there a lot?

Yes, including the cello piece.
But I'm starting another one.

-Where did you learn that?
-On the street.

Our last piece, recorded on gold.

It's rust and heat resistant,
and it can't be demagnetised.

Impervious to gravity, chemicals.

Imperishable, Iikejewellery.

The s|eeve's stainless steel.

You could even store it in a salt mine.

Excuse me, may I see it?

But don't touch the surface.

It's fabulous! Pure gold.
What a marvellous idea.

-Can I see it, too?
-But don't touch the surface.

If only we could make films in gold...

actors could live forever.

-Excuse me, can I see it, too?
-But don't touch the surface.

Can't we invite them all home?

-All ofthem?
-They're nice.

-I know the two composers very well.
-They're good, aren't they?

"The actor's art has no memorial." Schiller.

Thank God, or you'd be even vainer.

I'll screw you later,
then you'll stop acting so phoney.

All that moneyjust to show off, it's absurd.

This must've cost a fortune.
Are your parents rich?

Swine!

It's just electroplated.
It costs less than putting on a concert.

I prefer to be transitory.

Can you say that?

Are you jealous?

Of whom?

Just jealous.

I don't think so.

If you mean in love...

I thinkjealousy is a sign of weakness.

And in art?

"|n art there are no winners."

It happens anyway.

Maybe because it isn't art.

Ilike you.

Hermann, how long are we staying?

-What is this?
-Just asking.

I don't know yet.

I look forward to the winter.
I've never seen snow.

Is there a lot of snow in Bavaria?

It'll be my first winter here, too.

You are de bonne famille?

Mes parents habitent a Strasbourg.

I can smell good breeding.
I hope you don't mind my saying that.

Were you at the concert?

Of course, that's why I'm here.
It was a wonderful experience.

Thanks for the compliment.

Ladies and gentlemen!

I would like to invite you all to my house.

It's a lovely big villa...

with a piano.

-Where is it?
-Nearby.

Are you coming?

-What instrument do you play?
-I'm in the conductors‘ class.

-The master class?
-Yes.

Hermann, beware of beautiful women.

Is that another Chilean proverb?

No, but it's true.

Hermann, here you are.

Leave your coats here, please.

For you, my love.

What was that?
Time can't turn back

It's past, it's gone

forever

Forever.

As I travel on, through every danger

For a heartbeat long

I see a stranger

He may be a foe

He may be a friend

He may take your side until the battle ends

The eyes ofstrangers meet for a moment

Our brows are dark

Our lids are heavy

What was that? Just a face in the crowd

It's past, it's gone

forever

They say you're a splendid cellist, too.

Do they? I'm delighted.

I'm so excited. It's like getting stage fever.

Your friend, that Juan, he's so nice.

He said such sweet things to me.

He really knows how to treat women.
It's made me all dizzy.

Olga, this is Renate Leinweber.

She wants to be an actress.
Maybe you can help her.

-Do you like it here?
-Yes, I like it very much.

-No, I mean the house?
-That, too.

The people who own these houses,
they were all Nazis.

I know that.

I say, will you keep this place
in my bed for me?

Can't you pee later?

Better than that noise out there.

No comparison. As I always say:

"Better concrete goulash for the mind
than concrete poetry for the stomach."

For good goulash
you need the right paprika.

That's the secret.

Not hot paprika, only mild,
that gives it the right aroma.

Old Hungarian secret.

It's the same with women.

Do you cook for groups, too?

Never, on principle.

Small is beautiful.

Is the door locked?

Goulash with mild paprika.

Who was the girl sitting beside me?

She's a poet. In that group called Traces.

"Traces Ltd."
That might do for our film company.

Something a bit more civilised.

-Just try it.
-No, I'll have a cucumber.

Like Alpha and Omega Film?

What have we so far?

We have Metropolis...

Ecstasy, Far Out.

Far Out Co. Ltd.

That's worse than Pig and Whistle Co. Ltd.

We can't have a company, it's too expensive.

Besides...

-"Company" sounds better.
-An association, then.

With four more people
we can be Associates, and then....

We can only afford a syndicate...

like for betting.

-Far Out Syndicate.
-Director: N.O. Chance.

Or Far and Wide Co.

And then our names:

Rob, Reinhard, Stefan.

Names don't matter.

To us they do.

Rio Bravo Co.

-But we won't be making Westerns.
-Why not?

Because we can't make Westerns
in Germany.

We haven't got the right horses.

You've missed something good.

I think it's the start of a beautiful friendship.

Pinching my goulash, that takes the cake!

Who's been cooking? Alex!

So, Clarissa, how long
have you been playing the cello?

I started at 11, that's quite late really.

-Juan, will you juggle for us?
-Of course.

Alex is right. How about something Greek,
like Dionysus?

How about Texas Film?

Are we staying much longer?
Maybe we can go soon.

I don't think I'm really suited
to a profession.

As a lawyer?

You know, if it's just helping farmers...

who quarrel with their neighbours...

or want to make their wills...

I could do that.

But with people like tonight,
you have to be different.

Know what I mean?

Maybe.

What a day.

Are you dreaming about Clarissa?

I've told you, I'll never fall in love again.

Well, I could easily fall in love with Juan.

He's a really attractive man.

Do you mind if I say that?

Do you think I'm made of stone?

It needn't be love right away.

I'm covered in sweat.

You know, Hermann, usually...

when I'm sweaty like this...

there's a smell I don't even like myself.

But now I smell lovely.

It's a sign that I really like you.

That kind ofthing doesn't lie.

Blimey, did you light my fire!

Come back a minute.

I'm dead tired.

Won't you stay a little?

You were so sweet.

You really lost your head, did you notice?

I mean, that ought to make you think a bit.

I won't stop you, then.

So long as you're not running away
from yourself.

That happens, Hermann.

Be quiet now.

I am. Be quiet, too, when you go.

I won't go to the door with you.
You understand, don't you?

I'm so haPPY-

I don't want to lose the feeling.

You've never seen snow before?

People always said
it's completely flavourless.

But it isn't.

Only in your imagination.

It tastes like freshly washed blouses.

Like your mother
when travelling the mountains.

It's snowing.

It's snowing.

Three-dimensional, stereomorphic.

Ade|irium!

I like that.

My grandfather came from Russia.

I can see him now,
striding over snow-covered tundra.

A fur cap on his huge head...

and my grandmother following him.

And in the distance...

the village, with its onion dome.

Onion dome, they have them here, too,
don't they?

Listen, Juan, what did you mean
when you said:

"Beware of beautiful women"?

Did you fuck the ugly one?

You don't realise how that sounds.

Did you or didn't you? You did.

She loves you.

But I don't love her.

It was good. I am sure it was good with her.

I don't like her smell.

In that case, I think she's afraid of you.

I know that smell very well.

It's a mixture of passion and fear.

How do you know?

I grew up in a Catholic country.
That's how I know.

-But Renate isn't Catholic.
-But you are.

For Christ's sake!
That was all over long ago.

What did you say?
"Only in your imagination."

It sticks to us,
that mixture of fear and passion.

And what's worse, we pass it on to others.

Clarissa is like you.

How do you know?

I went home with her. I met her mother.

Did you and she....

No. She only made me hot.

Like China's politics, you know?

She gave up the North...

in order to be able to defend the South.

So you didn't.

I think there is someone in the background.
A mysterious man.

You think so?

I am beginning to fear
the women in this country.

Can I practise?

You have visitors, Herr Simon.

They're up in your room.

Go through this way.

Don't faint, Hermann. We've just dropped in.

This is Marianne Elss.

Have you been here long?

Half an hour. We arrived yesterday.

You two must know each other.

Isn't Clemens here?

No, thank God!
We'd rather not bump into him.

They practically grew up together,
Marianne and Clemens.

He's usually here at 6:00,
he must have left early.

I hope he doesn't come back.

I can't remember exactly.
Weren't you in the Fifth Form?

But I remember you.
And I saw you at your concert.

Right. You were in the choir.

Marianne plays the piano, too, and violin.
Very well.

Our new star.

Hermann, we won't keep you in suspense.

You're an artist, you'll understand.

Marianne and I, you see...

we're in love.

It shows.

It does? My God, Karli, did you hear that?

In Simmern, it's top secret.

Hermann, promise us
you won't breathe a word.

I'll never go back to Hunsriick.

That's a shame.

We had such a lovely autumn,
the colours were glorious.

Yes, it was a wonderful autumn.

We're going for a night on the town.
Will you come with us?

I'm pretty tired.

Come on! Look at me.

I'm still a match for you.

I've never seen this sort of a thing before.

Do they have men, too?

I don't know. I've never been here, either.

Marianne's her name? How did you do it?

Music is the food of love.

You're a devil. You always were.

I love her.

Want some more, darling?

Why did you look at me like that?

I was trying to imagine
what you were thinking.

This is Sunny. Sylvia, more champagne.

Do you think it's bad, me and Karli?

Bad, why bad?

He's much older.

Love must be bad, or it isn't love.

That's what I think.

Hermann, what's wrong with you?

You're as white as a sheet.

I think I'm ill.

Have you been drinking?

This is Hermann.
He lives here with me at home.

You understand?

I understand. What's wrong with him?

I don't know. I will go and look.

What a mess. Are you sure
you haven't been drinking?

|'mjust ill.

Deathly ill.

I think he has fever.

Fever?

You're feverish. We'd better take
your temperature. Lie down.

Take your shoes off. Come.

The thermometer.

Shouldn't we calla doctor?

Maybe he's just drunk.

I want to go home.

Hermann, are you delirious?

-39.4 Celsius.
-Is that high?

We'd better do something.

-Where were you tonight?
-Nowhere.

-Were you out in the cold?
-I don't know.

Check this. It's snowing.

You go down, take a right
and take a left, then....

No, Mother.

Your mother isn't here. You're in Munich.

-Are you ill?
-How did you get in?

We knocked. Didn't you hear?

-What's the trouble?
-Tonsillitis.

Feverish.

Guess what?

We just missed Clemens,
my heart's still pounding.

Is it catching?

We're going to Garmisch.
I've booked a good hotel.

Marianne wants to see the world a bit.
And we'll be safer there.

It'll come out somehow.

Don't say that, Hermann. I dream about it.

I dreamed that Karl! murdered somebody...

and I tried to hide him...

but they found us.
I was shaking like this when I woke up.

Love is murder.

You're depressed. Can't we help you?

Please let us.

Provincial musicians help each other.
That's all they're good for.

Now you're going too far.

If you mean me, okay, maybe you're right.

But don't talk like that
about Marianne, or yourself.

Last night, I wanted to run home
to Dr. Don...

who treated me when I was a kid,
for measles and whooping cough.

God, I feel awful.

There are lots better doctors here
than in Hunsrflck, Hermann.

What's this stuff you're taking?

I don't know. Clemens gave it to me.

Have you been overdoing it?
That cellar is damp.

No, it's dry.

Should we stay a few more days?

And mother you?

And then we'll all go back
to Hunsriick together...

and I'll give piano lessons forever, amen!

No, you push off to Garmisch.

-Haven't you a girlfriend?
-Lots.

You have time...

but we haven't.

We'll come back.

I'll write to you.

When they left,
the thermometer still said 38.4.

I could breathe again,
though my throat still burned.

When I was 14,
I got tonsillitis every few weeks.

Wheneverl wrote a poem...

on a piece ofmusic, or when I fell in love.

A year later my heart was affected,
and I nearly died.

Now I knew what it was like
to be ill in a strange city.

You're composing?

Yes. It's going to be really modern.

I like modern things,
so long as they're not too modern.

I've just seen the chair.
It was like a triangle, out of Plexiglas...

and the back was a lorry spring,
chrome-plated.

That was a bit too modem for me.
It was in the Maximilianstrasse.

This is going to be for cello
and Sprechgesang.

You know, I go to a drama school
for speech lessons...

because in my profession
I have to speak proper German.

Why? You mean composers have to?

Not exactly, but I want to.
I get these exercises there.

Step by step the strong man strives
to master the monster.

Standstill.

stabbed the stable-boy in the sta||ion's stall.

The city is full of people driving
themselves crazy with these exercises.

They come here from the country,
to learn to talk.

It's a martyr's chorus.
I want people to hear it.

I came up to show you something.

I've brought it with me.

That is my mother.

I told you about this picture.

How that young painter painted it,
right here is this house.

Oil on board.

Good, isn't it?

You won't believe this...

but it really looks like my mother.

But they called it degenerate art
in those days.

She was so young.

You forget that so fast.

And she's been dead so long...

since the bombing in 1944.

So young-

It's a work of art, isn't it?

I mean, the painter couldn't know
what we know today.

But somehow he caught an idea of it
in her eyes.

That's what artists do...

they take things really seriously.

When I look at this picture...

I even remember the weather that day.

It was just before the f6hn wind...

when you could smell the ozone
out in the yard.

You know, ozone, it smells like sun lamps.

You know what I mean?

I'm glad you told me. I'd like you
to come and hear my piece performed...

when it's done.

That could be awhile.

I know who'll play the cello part.
A very beautiful woman.

Get well first.

Excuse me, do you know
Adorno's theory of modern music?

The connection ofthe social theory
to the musical scale?

-Sure I've heard of it.
-Dissonant, in twelve-tone music.

I'm a musician, too. Yeah, I'm a drummer.

I'm not a musician myself, I've no ear...

but philosophically speaking, Orff....
Just a moment.

Orff is a positivist,
not the fabulist he seems.

You know, the greatest mysteries
don't run away.

Mysteries arise, just where we think
we know everything.

Absolutely, but I've got to go now.

Remember that, it's dialectic.
Applied dialectic.

-Hermann, can you swallow again?
-I think I'll live.

-Better eat then.
-I am eating. Are you taking a break?

Yeah, I just saw Gisela.

Aren't you playing tonight?

Juan's sitting in for me.

Mall I join you, lovely lady?

As my name means "noble"...

I drink only the noblest wines,
from the noblest glasses.

Here's to music...

the most magical ofthe arts.

You know, I'm an alcoholic,
but I can control it.

As a lapsed Catholic, I've got enough guilt.

"The aim of force is freedom."

That's too puritanical for me, too Protestant.

Force is the enemy of freedom.

Do you know the drunkard's prayer?

Liver us not into cirrhosis...

but delirium us from tremens.

May I join you?

We are all made in God's image.

You've been ill?

I'm much better now.

Please carry on.

Mind if I stay here?

What about your friends?

I haven't seen you for ages.

And I haven't seen you.

It was great at that lady's villa.
Why did you leave so early?

I can't remember exactly.

Have you got anyone to take care of you?

I mean, medically.

To help me be ill? The fever's nearly gone.

Your forehead is still warm.

They say men are the stronger sex.

That's not been my experience.

I think we're the sensitive ones,
and the endangered species.

More baby boys die than baby girls, too.

I don't know very much about men.

It may look as if I do, but how can I really?

I only ever see how they show off to me.

There are three kinds of men.

The weak ones,
who run away from strong women.

The middling ones, who want them,
but plan a retreat in advance.

And the strong ones...

who take what they want, and then move on.

When you practise eight hours a day,
you feel awfully alone.

Don't you?

What happened with Juan?

Answer me.

With him I felt even more alone.

VVhy?

He treated me as if I were ill.

You hate men.

I think they hate me.

The more they tell me I'm beautiful...

the more they hate me. Juan, too.

I think you hurt his pride.

Yes, he's South American. I forgot that.

I'm sorry I hurt him.

And me?

Ilike you.

But we're sceptical.

What shall we do?

I want you to play my cello piece.

You're lying.

Truly.

If we pretend this is about music,
we're both lying.

You're like a hedgehog, full of spines.

And you, you're like a super hedgehog.

Our spines are inward.

I've never said ''I love you" to anyone.

You'd rather have cut out your tongue.

What is it?

I had run away.

Never say "I love you" to another woman.

Was a secret vow really binding?

Clarissa was like me.
She'd run away from Juan.

Juan had acted with Clarissa
as she had acted with me.

Had Clarissa known that I would run away?

Had Juan known that she would?

Ienvied Juan. He'd travelled half the world...

and compare us to all ofit.

He had the widest view
and he still believed in love.

Yet, he was alone.

And she had kissed me,
yet I had to run away.

Hermann, I've got engaged. Surprised?

No. Isn't that package for me?

It came like that, all torn open.
The cake was sticking out.

From my mother.

This is real Hunsriick redcurrant cake.

We've met before, don't you remember?

I'm Gabi. You know, I work for Frau Moretti.

I was waiting for you, see,
and Clemens came in and helped me.

He helped you wait?

Yes. I came to tell you
your trunk's been found.

Frau Moretti's got it back.

I came to tell you.

Is anything missing? Check please.

You comforted me, young man.
Did you know that?

That was hard time for me,
because love dying.

Tall stalks rise on either side like walls

fencing in our narrow ways

That's mine.

A beautiful song. You were unhappy then?

And my 50 marks?
I want my money back, too.

It's up there, in an envelope.

Artists need money, too, I know.

But all the evil in the world
comes from money.

Know what I say, you are a genius.

Must believe it. Never lose ideas, never.

Must fight, and dream.

I know the world.

I have to go now.

Is the film over?

-How long was it, Ansgar?
-18 minutes, 10 seconds.

I had to fetch my trunk. How was it?

Modern.

You've no idea! But Uncle Ansgar....

Don't talk to me like that!
Ijust didn't like it, that's all.

We've got to cut those 10 seconds.

Shut up. First, we have to submit it and--

No arguments tonight. We're celebrating.

She can't talk. Tonsillitis.

Forgive me, I'm sorry.

-How was the film?
-Very German.

French.

How nice to see you! You're obviously well.

-Have you got your trunk back?
-Yes, it's already at home.

Remember Gabi, from Goethestrasse?

Are you staying here for Christmas?

I don't bother with Christmas.

-Are you coming to Foxholes?
-Maybe.

Pity. I could have invited you home
for the holidays.

To Neu-Ulm?

Sure. My parents are awfully nice,
and they like visitors.

I must work.

What would you say if I became an actor?

Why an actor?

I want a response, I need to be needed.

Or I'll start a marimba band.

Or maybe I'll join the circus.

It's dangerous here in the cold.

You know him, too, it's Herr Edel.

The man is dead.

They say that freezing is an easy,
painless death.

Liver us not into cirrhosis...

but delirium us from tremens.

-Let's be friends.
-We are friends.