Original subtitles

With the support of

Austria's Ministry of the Arts, Culture, Civil Service and Sport

And the Austrian film museum

2K restoration and color grading by Listo in 2023,

under the supervision of Michael Haneke and Films du Losange

LEMMINGS

PART 2 Injuries

A film by Michael Haneke

Morning.

Morning.

The alarm rang already?

I switched it off.

Stomach ache?

Get up, sweetie. It's time.

Morning.

So, did you sleep well?

Come on, sweetie.

Mummy?

Come here.

What's wrong?

Why do I always have these dreams?

What dreams?

They were chasing me again.

Who?

No idea, but I recognized all of them.

Granny was with them.

The wind blew so hard that I couldn't move.

But they could and kept closing in on me.

And then?

Then I was by the water tower.

The water poured out and they all drowned.

Then I saw the water was rising.

All over, hands and feet were poking out of the water.

And the wind kept whistling.

But the water was completely calm.

Glassy.

I thought I'd never see anyone ever again.

And nobody would ever come to see me.

I'm here now with you.

Yes, mummy.

Sometimes we dream things like that.

You've got to get used to it.

Why, though?

I don't know.

What time will you be home?

Don't know. Probably very late.

- You're coming riding? - At 10.

See you there maybe.

- I won't make you any dinner? - Better not to.

- See you, son. - Try to be here tomorrow evening.

Your mother will be here after the afternoon with the kids.

- See you, princess. - See you, daddy.

See you later.

Tomorrow evening, though?

The Belgian delegation's arriving.

I'd totally forgotten.

- I'll tell mama. - I'd appreciate that.

- Sorry. - No problem.

- Bye. - See you.

I don't want to go to Granny's.

- Because of your dream? - I just don't want to.

What was his dream?

- You took your handicraft stuff? - No, I forgot.

At lunchtime, wait for Martin to fetch you.

Hurry up!

Bye-bye!

Hello, ma'am, you have anything for me?

What...

What do you want?

Go away!

Ma'am!

You bitch!

He hardly ever used it.

When he couldn't walk anymore, he never wanted to go out.

So when was that?

The last six months.

He was just too weak.

Because he refused to eat.

We tried to reason with him.

Even the head doctor.

A waste of time.

He didn't want to.

And he was a big man, your father.

Imposing, as they say.

But when he got an idea into his head...

Hello, Sigrid!

Hello.

Yes...

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

There you are, doctor.

- His things are packed. - Thank you, sister.

Goodbye, ma'am.

Sorry that I couldn't come earlier.

No, don't...

Dr. Hackl was very nice.

How did you find me?

Our secretary's office was on it but...

it was pretty complicated,

so we were late informing you.

No, the letter arrived in good time, but I wasn't at home.

- Where do you live now? - In Munich.

Sorry.

- I forgot this, doctor. - Thank you.

A situation like rarely comes up.

Your father was a strange person.

He wanted to have a death mask made.

He said it would be his testament.

Nobody's asked us for this for eons.

We had to track down someone

who was still making these.

I wouldn't have recognized him.

In four years with us, he hardly changed.

Right.

You want to see him?

- Why? Is that still possible? - I think so.

No, I'd rather not.

Okay, let's go then.

The priest's waiting for you.

He's here and would like to talk to you about the funeral.

All right.

Have you been back home yet?

No, I came straight here.

It's been empty since your father was admitted.

You want a lift there?

I appreciate it, but I came by car.

Morning, doctor.

You, a doctor, though!

But you met Bettina.

Bettina Rabenstein, the consultant's daughter.

She was a year ahead of you.

This clinic belongs to her father.

How do you fit in?

We married.

Congratulations.

There's no reason.

We've separated.

Ever since, we get on fabulously.

I feel nothing about him dying.

Isn't that odd?

I think it's normal.

Really?

Hello.

My condolences.

Thank you. Hello.

I heard you were here

and I thought we could discuss the funeral.

Of course.

Should I leave?

Not on my account.

As far as I know, your father didn't leave a testament.

You have a particular request for his funeral?

No, I'll leave it to you.

Clearly, it's your field.

Yes.

I'll ask someone from the undertaker's

to come to see you to complete the formalities.

Fine.

Have you been to see your father?

No.

Should I take you to him?

No, thanks.

Can I do anything else for you?

Thank you.

So I won't keep you or the doctor any longer.

Please, forgive me.

- Yes? - It's me.

Hello.

Amazon!

It's great you could come right away.

And that you called.

How long can you stay?

At 1:30, I go pick up the kids.

So not very long.

It's cold here.

I just put the heating on.

When did you get here?

About an hour ago.

Tell me...

Does your friend know what you do in his apartment?

I never told him.

But I assume he does.

I'm sweaty. I need a shower.

I like that.

I don't.

Eva?

Something wrong?

Why?

You just seem like there is.

You have any cigarettes?

In my handbag.

It could be...

I'll have to go to Norway next month.

For the company.

For some time.

It's...

Nothing's certain but...

I thought it would be better if...

Eva...

Eva!

We promised each other

not to talk about anything that hurts.

But...

Guess who called.

You're still awake?

Fritz.

Fritz who?

Fritz Naprawnik.

Your one-time close friend.

And?

What did he want?

Sigi Leuwen is back.

Her father's died.

She's inviting us to dinner on Sunday.

In their old house.

She's pregnant but single.

Odd, right?

Nothing to say?

What should I say?

Yes, what should you say?

Who cares about a call from someone we lost touch with 20 years ago.

I threw up again today.

I went straight to see the doctor.

And?

Nothing. He sent me for an X-ray.

I wonder how people can be so unscathed?

- Who do you mean? - You, me, all of us.

This morning, after the kids had left,

a tramp tried to barge in.

He was so brazen and aggressive.

I jammed his hand in the door.

Christian?

Yes?

Are you listening?

Yes.

Why don't you say anything?

What should I say?

I don't know.

I feel like...

I'm walking on a very thin rope.

For now, it's holding me up but...

it only needs something trivial for it to snap...

and everything will collapse.

I don't know what to do.

Everything seems more and more irrelevant.

You, the children...

When you're all here, I don't realize.

I'm busy, on the go.

I go riding and...

The rest of the day

I sit there

like a fossil and...

I try to have a feeling for myself but...

there's nothing there.

That was delicious.

If I'd known you were making all this, I'd have come earlier to help.

It was under control.

Really, the kids were with their grandma anyway.

How many kids do you have now?

Only two. Not counting Wolfi, who's at college in Vienna.

Yes, I met him.

Time flies. It's crazy.

Thanks.

How long is it since you all last met?

Hold on, it must be...

How long ago was it?

Wolfi's 19 now.

So that makes 17-18 years.

I just can't picture

you and Christian with a grown-up son.

The early bird...

You could come by with the kids.

How old are they?

Christine's 5 and Martin's 12.

If anybody's interested...

we don't have children.

We don't want any.

Or should I say, we never wanted any.

To be precise.

Did I say something wrong?

Yes.

But that's okay.

- Did I shock anyone? - No!

Well then...

It's not at all inappropriate.

We have no kids because Fritz doesn't want any.

Or should I say, he never wanted any.

She is a good but vindictive person.

Every man is, to her, a potential enemy.

The stories of her love affairs

sound like war dispatches.

I think it's better if we go.

Stay. I'll go. Don't put yourselves out for me.

- I'll drive you. - Let go of me!

I'm quite capable of driving.

Isn't he just enchantingly superior?

Don't you sometimes get sick on your good manners?

He drives me home and knows I'll start to weep and wail.

But I won't cry.

Even if you expect me to.

Get off me!

How the hell can you all be so composed and smug?

Look at the lieutenant sitting there in his imperial finery,

cool as a nobleman without the lineage.

He has no idea how ludicrous his poise is!

Just no one speak out of line!

Where's your family tree, Mr Beranek?

And you...

flaunting your belly,

like a trophy! What are you so proud...

Thank you.

So bright here.

Come on, let's go.

Please, stay.

I'm sorry.

I'm ashamed.

Can I help clear the table?

Sure.

I guess that was our hour of truth.

You know what my father said about us once?

About us all.

He compared us to those voles

that jump into the sea together.

"You wallow in a mire of your own making," he said.

"Like lemmings."

"With only one purpose. To croak as soon as possible."

It came back to me...

walking in the house again.

As he said it, he cried.

That was the only time I saw my father cry.

It was in the days after Sigi had...

taken his own life.

And I told him I was going away.

Unfortunately, Bettina is right.

- About what? - All of it.

About me, us, and even about dear Fritz.

In what way?

He really has become so vain, cold and aloof.

I don't agree.

We really are too cowardly to let out our anger.

What is all this?

And I really want to convince myself that manners can hold together

what fell apart long ago.

I think we really should go.

So how was she right about me?

I don't know.

No, please...

Evi's right. We should all be tucked up in bed.

Why dodge the question?

I'm not a fan of talking and I don't want to hurt anyone.

Who are you all really?

I thought I'd be seeing friends when I came home.

I want to bring my child into the world and have a life...

We brought three into the world because we thought it helps.

Helps?

To deal with the disgust, the fear...

and whatever the hell else.

But now, after your exquisite dinner,

Bettina's right.

There's nothing, nothing at all,

for us to boast about

or cling onto.

Unfortunately.

I don't agree.

Mrs Beranek speaking.

What's going on?

Why are you calling?

When?

But can we still see each other?

I see.

Sure...

What can I say?

Peter...

You said it wasn't sure, and not for another month.

My God, that's so low and cowardly!

Yes.

You're right.

Yes.

Yes, that's me.

Goodbye.

She's running quite a fever.

Was your wife bitten by a tick?

Not that I know of.

It might be regular typhoid fever. We'll soon find out.

Has your wife been overdoing it recently?

Hardly. She's very active, she goes riding...

Is there anything that might have shaken her up?

A loss perhaps?

No.

I don't think so.

You haven't changed anything.

You don't plan to stay?

You never know.

- Shall we sit down? - Thank you.

Yes...

When you've been away so long,

then home doesn't seem big enough, does it?

Perhaps.

You brought all the documents?

Of course.

Should I...

get straight to the point?

Yes, please.

I don't know

just how closely, dear lady,

you were informed of your father's affairs, since you left.

- Not at all. - Really?

Your good father

was very alone, if I may say so.

Yes.

Yes.

Most of the property

that belonged to your family has sadly been sold.

What's left is the wood

in Fischau,

3,000 acres.

And the parcels in Pitten, about 50 acres.

With planning permission, which is doubtful,

they could still fetch a good price.

The sawmill in Fischau has been leased.

Besides that,

everything was sold.

Your father lived off the proceeds from the sales

after the death of your mother.

That was,

as you know, one year

after you, dear lady,

left us.

Surprised, aren't you?

When he put the Sauerbrunn hunting land up for sale,

I implored him not to do it.

He replied,

"Why should I keep anything? Nobody wants it."

Mr Gröhlinger, you say that,

as if you wanted to make me responsible for it.

God forbid, dear lady.

- I'd never say that. - But you think it.

Madam,

you know how your father

spent the last years of his life, alone here,

before he was taken to the sanatorium.

Have you seen his bedroom?

I live in it.

Yes.

What can I do for you, dear lady?

Should I ask about planning permission?

Or only after you speak to your husband?

There is no husband.

Forgive me.

I'm having this child because I want it.

Not because a man wants one.

Naturally.

Mr Gröhlinger?

Yes?

Can I do anything for you?

How do you mean, dear lady?

My family owes you all its gratitude, I know.

Can I go now?

I'd like to...

leave now.

Please do.

If you wish, I'll send you copies of the documents.

For the rest, I await your instructions.

You can call me at any time.

- Mr Gröhlinger? - Yes?

Nothing.

My respects.

Please, don't bother. I know the way.

Your servant.

Goodbye.

He can't do anything for himself at home.

And he told me not to worry about a thing.

But I know what it's like.

Everything will be filthy.

The children won't have anything to wear and won't do their homework.

And if Mrs Broda, our neighbor, does the laundry,

everything will be ruined.

No! It's just not fair.

It could've happened to somebody who could afford it.

Why does it have to happen to us?

Hello!

Afternoon.

What's come over you all of a sudden?

I bumped into Dr Englemann, who said you were here.

Won't you sit down?

What a coincidence!

I must look dreadful.

- I wasn't expecting a visit. - Same here.

Feeling better?

How long have you been here?

I've no idea.

At first, I slept all the time, so...

Two weeks, maybe.

What day is it?

Thursday.

So not quite two weeks.

Eva...

What's wrong?

Nothing.

It's nothing.

Sorry, I didn't want to start...

It's nervous.

You have nothing to be sorry for.

Can I do anything?

Actually...

Yes.

- I'll write it out for you. - Yes, sure.

I can't bear that woman. Please!

Is Christian coming by today?

Not until Saturday. He's on a course.

Say hi from me.

Sure.

How's Bettina?

She's sobered up.

I think so, at least.

So...

I'd better be going.

- Nice of you to look in. - I'm a nice guy.

Anyway, take care.

See you.

Fritz?

It was really nice.

All right.

Who was he?

A guy I know.

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Hello.

Hello.

I'm here to see Dr. Naprawnik.

He's expecting you? It's outside of consulting hours.

- No, but it's fine. - You'll have to wait.

- Your name? - Beranek. Eva Beranek.

Hello, doctor. Mrs. Beranek is asking to see you.

Yes, I'll send her up.

He's in the lab. First hallway on the left, glass door.

Thank you.

Yes?

What a surprise!

Hi.

Take a seat.

Sit down.

How long have you been out?

A week or so. You came on Thursday. They sent me home on Monday.

So, what's up?

It's tricky.

Actually, I wanted to call to invite you to lunch,

but I didn't dare.

Dare? How come?

I need to talk to you.

Firstly, thank you for handling the issue with my roommate.

- Don't, it was nothing. - No, really.

She just kept jabbering on

about her family not getting by without her.

It pained her, really pained her,

that her husband and kids would not cope in her absence.

You know why I was admitted?

A lover dumped me, and I couldn't handle it.

So it wasn't pleasant with...

Being with an innocent victim, see?

- Want one? - No, thanks.

When you came to see me,

it felt like a sign, you see?

I think I was sick with grief.

I'd lost a lover, but that wasn't it.

I'd always expected it to end like that.

Like what?

Me falling sick, it all ending, lightning striking me.

Your colleague, Dr Engelmann, tried to play the psychoanalyst.

He grilled me about my private life.

I said it was none of his business but...

I was freezing to death.

I tried...

sleeping with someone to find some warmth.

It sounds melodramatic, but that's it.

I can't hold it in, but I'm learning.

Eva...

Sorry.

What about Christian?

I tried to work out where his indifference comes from but...

it's pointless.

One day, it just kicked in.

At first, I'd say,

"Let's try to escape indifference while we still have a chance."

He never took it seriously.

I said,

"If I become indifferent, then there's no going back."

He just

didn't take it seriously.

I don't think he's indifferent. He just can't show his empathy.

I wanted to think that, at least.

Freezing to death together is no fun.

Absurdly, there's nothing we can do about it, either of us.

We're...

like two children looking at a pile of toys,

which are very expensive and complicated.

But nobody taught us how to play with them.

What's left for us to do?

Either we leave the expensive toys lying there...

or we smash them up.

And think that's the game.

What do you want me to do?

I've never done this...

Believe me.

I wanted to make you an offer.

But please don't laugh,

and don't be dumb and shocked.

I was wondering if I can be your lover.

You're kidding.

It sounds stupid, I know.

And probably flighty even,

right after I told you about my affair.

But it isn't. I'm...

anxious and cowardly and...

above all, prudish.

I find it hard to do...

It's a bit humiliating, too.

You were sweet and you helped me.

You did!

You were there at the right time.

It's silly, and I know it was a coincidence but...

It meant something to me.

Only that counts, so don't apologize.

I'm not apologizing.

Perhaps it's only because you bring back the past.

When everything was possible.

It must be possible to approach people without lies.

To lay your cards on the table.

I think we could be good together, so why shouldn't I say it?

Why do you think that?

I don't know.

I just do.

You must be completely mad!

Not bad, right?

What can I get you?

Coffee, please.

Your coffee, ma'am.

Evening.

Evening!

- Hi. - Hello.

Going out?

It's a shame you didn't say

you'd be home tonight. I'm seeing Kitty. She called.

With a broken heart.

I have to console her.

So why the fancy get-up?

What fancy get-up?

The makeup and everything?

Always, when I go out.

And the fashion show?

You know Kitty always looks her best.

I don't want anyone saying I can't keep up.

Eva?

What's going on? Where are you going?

I told you, I'm seeing Kitty!

Should I call her?

Go ahead.

If you don't believe me.

We're eating out, which explains the outfit.

And to eat out with Kitty, you leave the kids alone?

Mrs Lang has a key. She'd look in on them.

God, don't make such a fuss!

You come home early for once and we have to give you a royal welcome!

If you want me to roll out the red carpet, call ahead.

I can't stand around until the captain deigns to appear.

Should I call Kitty?

I'm going out.

Where I'm going is none of your business.

I went out a lot when you weren't here.

I'll keep going out.

What would you say if I did the same?

I don't care.

Do what you want.

Just you listen to me!

And talk to me!

You're staying here!

Well then...

What do you want?

Nothing.

- We can't talk like this. - No?

How can we talk?

I'd love to know. I have no idea.

I can talk just fine.

If my behavior displeases you, own the consequences.

Find an apartment for me and the children.

Then you can do what you want.

Divorce or not, I don't care.

Likewise, if you take the kids or not.

Can I go now?

Eva!

What's wrong with you?

You can stuff your sympathy!

You're not the only one whose life is in ruins.

Eva...

Eva, come here!

Stop.

No!

Leave me alone!

Piece of trash! You fucking...

God, what are we doing?

I think it's better if we stop.

Sorry.

When will you be home?

I don't know.

Tomorrow.

What about the children?

I'm on duty tomorrow.

I'll take care of them.

Fine.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

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Come in.

Hi there.

I'll take your coat.

Thanks.

Nice place.

- Do you want a drink? - No.

Unless...

- You have any cognac? - Sure.

Take a seat.

Thanks.

Cheers!

- I got held up, sorry. - No problem at all.

- What were you doing? - Nothing. Watching TV.

- Anything interesting? - Yes.

Odd situation.

It's my fault.

Me and my neurotic offer!

I don't think it's neurotic.

A little eccentric, perhaps.

But who'd turn down the offer of being loved?

I can't be neurotic, riding 3 hours a day.

- May I? - Of course.

God, what's the painting?

Don't you think

that it pretty much captures our situation?

- Whose? - All of us.

He's screaming.

But as if behind a window.

Why do we hurt each other?

Who?

All of us.

Why can't we get along without always hurting each other?

Why can't we look after each other?

I don't know.

There are only two possibilities.

Indifference. Or injury.

And being injured.

Bettina claims that I am unable to love,

but very attentive.

Due to my indifference.

No idea if she's right.

I think we should try, in spite of everything...

to be friendly.

Let's go to bed.

Right now.

Don't cry.

Eva...

Don't cry.

Do you love me?

You don't ask a question like that.

Sorry I'm making things difficult.

From the start.

I don't want to cry.

It just won't stop.

It's important not to say sorry all the time.

There's no reason to.

You're so sweet!

I know, it's stupid.

Don't pay any attention.

Eva...

Stop now.

Stop!

Sorry.

Don't keep saying sorry.

I know. I'm sorry.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I'm so happy to be here with you, but...

so much has happened, you see?

I just can't keep up.

It's as if...

I'm not the person it's all happening to.

I sound so stupid.

I mean...

somebody's living all this for me.

And I've no idea who it is.

And I...

I mean me...

I'm just not there.

Silly, isn't it?

You need to stop having a bad conscience about feeling nothing.

Tell me about you.

I don't know you.

When I was 8...

I fell in love with my schoolteacher.

She had steel blue eyes

and shockingly permed platinum blond hair.

I was the absolute model pupil.

To impress her.

One day, when she was late,

and the class was being rowdy,

organizing fullscale battles with chalk and sponges,

I ran around looking for her.

She was coming.

I ran back to try to make the class calm down,

but they were too busy to hear me.

So I started shouting for them to listen to me.

Just then, the teacher came in the doorway.

She took it all in so fast, and I was yelling.

She grabbed me by the ear and stuck me in the corner.

I had to stand there for the whole lesson.

Poor Fritz!

Yes!

It was for her that I was calling for calm.

I fell quite ill, running a big fever,

like you when you were in the hospital,

but I stayed at home.

My mother was very sweet with me.

We had a canary.

I mean, my father had one.

So he had, some trace of humanity, I suppose.

I was allowed to feed it, and...

He'd sit on your shoulder then.

When the fever went down,

one day when my mother was at the shops,

I got up, took the bird from its cage, and squeezed it to death.

What did your parents say?

No, I quickly put the bird

back in its cage, as if it had died a natural death.

Next morning, I went to school...

and my platinum blonde teacher

meant nothing to me anymore.

You ever told that story to anyone?

No.

Why?

Are you telling me to comfort me?

I don't know.

Is it true?

I believe so.

Dear Lord, make me devout so I'll make it to heaven's gate.

Hello, father.

What do you want with me?

I wanted to talk to you.

Yes...

Hello.

Mrs Leuwen, if I remember correctly.

I could have come to visit.

Seeing as you're here now...

Take a seat.

Can I get you something?

White wine or...

When is it due?

In about three weeks.

You must be very happy.

I suppose.

Why come to see me?

Firstly, I wanted to thank you.

What for?

If you don't mind.

For your help with the funeral.

Don't thank me. I was doing my job.

Anyway, straight after the funeral, you thanked me.

- Are you sure? - No, thank you.

So...

Why did you come?

I had to talk to someone.

Yes?

I don't want the child.

It seems you have no option.

I thought the child would help me.

But now everything's a lot worse.

Help you in what way?

Don't you feel it, father?

On the streets, looking at people.

And friends and acquaintances.

The...

cold rage on their faces.

The hatred.

I can't go out of the house anymore because I can't bear it.

How can I take the responsibility of raising a child in this climate?

Sometimes...

I think

that it comes from me, it can't be this way...

That I'm exaggerating.

A kind of pregnancy hysteria.

But that's wrong.

I bought a television.

Because in the house, there is nobody else.

But I can't turn it on anymore without crying.

I don't understand how...

news presenters can do their jobs.

How can they bear it?

Saying these things without screaming or...

crying.

I know there are some good things.

Or even heartening.

And I should be pleased about them.

And objectively, all this might be nonsense.

But the fact is...

everything that's...

nastier and more injurious

sticks in your memory longer.

Yes.

That's true.

Can I get you a drink, though?

Sure, thanks.

18 months ago, I tried to kill myself.

Do you know the suicide rate for children aged 8-12

went up by 70% in the last year?

No.

I went to the mountains near Munich. It was winter.

I sat in the snow,

took 20 sleeping pills and drank a bottle of wine.

It was a fiasco. A group of skiers found me before I blacked out.

It was more comical than worthy of sympathy.

Why did you want the child

you don't want now?

I don't know.

Perhaps I thought it was my purpose.

I don't know.

Here.

Thanks.

I don't know why you came to see me.

I could recommend an analyst,

but I don't think he would help you.

And I fear I can't help you either.

You're expecting me

that I prove the opposite of what you are feeling.

You come down to me

to the Holy Church, into the Middle Ages,

expecting that the world will then be remedied.

You stand there fearful of the hatred

you sense in others and yourself.

The worst part of it is...

we are being robbed of our self-esteem

by the life around us.

Because we may only live now without dignity.

And we end up making ourselves responsible

for what we've lost.

The Middle Ages are over.

Nobody takes away our guilt anymore.

That doesn't sound very Christian.

No.

Do you pray, father?

Naturally.

Can I help you in any way?

You live all alone over there.

Thank you.

Should I drop by?

That's not necessary.

I will with pleasure if it helps you.

No.

Thanks.

Have you seen Dr Naprawnik again?

You're old school friends, or so I heard.

Yes.

And?

What do you plan to do?

Don't be afraid.

With a child in your belly...

especially one that is so big,

you can't kill yourself, can you?

I'm sorry.

Believe me, I really am sorry.

I must apologize again.

Do you remember our first meeting and my clumsiness?

I had to apologize then, too.

Seems like it's my mission in life.

To apologize.

Look...

My patience has its limits.

You simply owe it to me, and to the kids.

And what are you expecting?

Come away with me. Please.

Just these two weeks. Alone, without the kids.

Let's give it another try.

Why now? It's just absurd.

I've realized what we're lacking.

I clearly can't give you the warmth you need.

But you need me...

It's just words. I can't believe any of it.

Let go.

If someone sees us...

I didn't want to say this but you force me...

I went to the hospital. Doesn't look good.

What?

I'm sick.

How sick?

Pretty sick. Is that enough for you?

Is this a trick?

They wanted to operate this week.

I want us to straighten this out first.

You owe me a chance.

You're blackmailing me?

Yes, I'm blackmailing you.

My God, this is insane!

What should I do?

When did he tell you?

Yesterday afternoon, at the stables.

I don't want to go away with him. It just hurts.

And I can't leave the kids alone.

Martin refuses to stay with Christian's mother.

What do you expect me to do?

- I can't decide for you. - You must help me.

By freeing you of your bad conscience?

- I don't think I can. - That's mean.

I'm right, though?

You see the position you put me in

when you expect me to make a decision?

That's not my role.

I'm the outsider, not him.

- So I should go with him? - Eva...

What should I do?

You must do what you think is right.

Fine.

I won't go then.

Where's the telephone?

Back there.

Well?

Nothing.

He hung up.

Where are you going?

Are you mad?

Stop!

Lieutenant Lagermann, stop there!

Squadron, halt!

No salutes?

It's no longer necessary?

Perhaps I no longer exist for you?

Do I no longer exist?

Am I dead for you?

Where do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Courtesy no longer exists for you?

Why are you in this academy?

You think nothing counts anymore?

Bearing is dead?

Honor is dead?

Dignity is dead?

What do we do with all the junk?

What still counts?

What counts?

What counts?

Squadron, march!