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(projector clicking)

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(waves sloshing)

(seagulls chirping)

-What have you got there?
-(gasps)

(laughs)

-I hope you don't mind.
I snuck a peek. -No.

-The scene where Adelle
confronts Hustings. -Mm.

Right before he ties her
to the tree,

and she's sure
she's going to die.

Oh, my goodness, the drama.

(chuckles)
You like that, do you?

(sighs)

"You don't understand us at all.

"Americans.

"You think because we smile at
each other at church on Sundays

"and plant gardens and help
each other across the street

"that we're pushovers.

"But we built this place
from the ground up.

"This country.

"And there's not one of us who
wouldn't give his last breath

"to stop you from harming
one branch, one brick,

"one twig of it.

That is who we are,
Mr. Hustings."

I'm sorry, I mangled it, I know.

I'll make us some breakfast.

Betsy, would you take this out

and put it in the trunk
of my car, please?

Thank you.

BRADY: I was hoping
you weren't serious about this.

A painter. Really?

It's for a friend.

Well, that's a relief.

I'm surrounded by
too many artists as it is.

You know, Rose,
I always thought of you

as more of a people person.

Like you, Pat?

Will you be home
for dinner tonight?

I wouldn't wait.

I've got drinks
with Sally Sweet's manager.

Not an easy woman, that one.

(quietly):
That's not what I heard.

Have you seen this?

We're developing your
anti-fascist picture, aren't we?

Pictures take too long, Daddy.
We have to do something now.

-Such as?
-Such as...

a relief fund for European Jews.

BRADY:
Relief for the Jews.

I need relief fromthe Jews.

What?

Nobody can take a joke anymore?

LANG:
We are all refugees

from Europe, gentlemen.

Some of us just got here first.

Monroe?

We're a movie studio.

I think that's enough
to keep us busy, don't you?

That's your answer?

What about the fact
that you're Jewish?

Get me Sy Green
in the music department.

And have some invitations made.

We're throwing a party.

Right away, Mr. Stahr.

(engines revving on-screen)

You took the Nazis' own words

and put them into the mouths
of criminals and madmen.

Your idea for "Enemy Among Us."

Goebbels banned my film,
but... but he can't ban ours.

It's not enough.

Movies are not enough.

LANG: Next weekend,
there will be a dinner

at the home of Salka Viertel.

There will be
like-minded people there.

Artists,
émigrés from Central Europe.

-(train whistle blows)
-(bell chiming)

You should come.

Fair warning: it's three minutes
to my close-up.

You're easy to light.

The glow from within.

(laughs)

Oh, Pat. Don't tell me.

Yesterday's rushes
were the best so far.

If you're tired of the same good
news every day, how about this:

I got five more scripts
sitting on my desk,

every bit as good,
waiting for you.

Minna Davis's
unfinished library.

You'll make them your own,
just like you did this one.

Let's just get this one
in the can first,

and then we'll talk.

I already know
everything I need to know.

I want Brady-American
to be your home.

(laughs softly)

You want to lock me up?

In a golden cage.

Of your own design.

(laughs)

(sighs)

I got a message
you needed to see me.

I've got a tour starting
in ten minutes.

Well, you won't be late.

I want to test you for Adelle.

You were meant to play her.

Trust me. After I heard you
read this morning...

One speech, on a lounge chair.

I know what I heard.

I'm not an actress.

I think you are.

-You see how much I believe
in you? -(laughs softly)

You're very sweet.

And I'm glad that you love me,
but this is delusional.

I'd have that destroyed
if I were you.

People might lose faith
in your judgment.

I'll see you later.

It's quiet here at lunchtime.

CELIA: Why does he want it?
It's not ready.

We haven't finished
the latest set of notes.

I'm just the messenger.
Please don't shoot.

Okay, messenger, but tell him
no more notes until I say so.

See ya.

Is there something else?

You want to go riding with me?

-What?
-I had this idea

you might like
to ride horses with me.

Unless you don't like horses,
'cause I love horses,

and I haven't ridden
since I was in Oklahoma.

So I thought...

Is this a date?

What?

No-- well, calling it
a date might...

Besides, I can't afford
an actual date right now,

with food and things like that.

Maybe Saturday?

I know I'm not much of a catch.

-Max.
-It's just lately,

you seem to be showing
some interest in those of us

from the wrong side
of the tracks.

Unless that was just research.

Oh, I'm sorry. Are... are you
asking me out or insulting me?

Both.

Definitely both.

(chuckles softly)

Well, I'm busy on Saturday.

Otherwise,
it was a very sweet offer.

And I do like horses.

Cowboy.

Tell the caterers
we'll be 40, at least.

The usual guest list.

And I'll take a look
at the menu tomorrow.

Would you like me
to arrange for entertainment?

That won't be necessary.

(door closes)

KATHLEEN:
You have to be honest with me.

Was that idea for you or for me?

Why would it be for me?

Because I'm just a tour guide.

I'm afraid
that you can't love someone

unless the whole world
loves her with you.

Is that really what you think?

I'm asking you.

All day long,
I am surrounded by people

who want to be more
than what they are.

Actors who want to be directors,

directors who want
to be producers.

You're the only one I know
who wants to be less.

You have this--

I-I don't have the word for it--
this... light

inside you.

Hidden.

But I can see it.

I can.

That's my talent.

It may be my only talent.

So, you can hate me
for saying this,

but... to stay a tour guide
and tell someone else's stories

when someone else should be
telling stories about you...

We live a short time, Kathleen.

And what would happen?

I mean...

who would direct
the screen test?

I would.

For now, you're my secret.

He said I have something.

-Your drama teacher?
-Mm-hmm.

-Said you have something?
-Yes.

I think he meant cooties.

-Shut up, Nathan.
-What do you have?

Possibilities, to stand out.

So, I-I was thinking,

if you could introduce me
to a producer on the lot.

Like what happened to Lana.

Okay.

Okay, uh, I could
think about that.

I might just have to work
a little bit longer first.

I'd need to get photographs.

-But they want a picture of you
that they can keep. -Mm-mm.

-We can't afford that.
-Well, you borrowed money

-to get a new suit.
-That's different.

No, it isn't.

And you're planning
these dates with Celia.

That costs money.

Being a movie star is
pie in the sky.

You and the boss's daughter
is pie in the sky.

I didn't walk all the way
from Oklahoma just for this.

Just so you know.

* *

Ah.

Guten Morgen.

Mein name ist Monroe Stahr.

Leopold Ferber, Mr. Stahr.

I-I speak English. I-I try.

I am the konzertmeister
of the orchestra.

Ah, welcome to Brady-American,
Mr. Ferber.

-(clears throat) Guten Morgen.
-MAN: Hello.

Willkommen.

Hallo.

(Stahr continues
speaking German)

Guten Morgen.

(orchestral music plays)

Fantastic. Let's roll that back.

"Angels on the Avenue,"
cue number one.

(orchestral music continues)

Our weekly meeting?

I waited in your office
for half an hour.

Sounds like my mistake.

I read the latest set of drafts

and left my notes
for your secretary.

I have to commend you.

The Vienna National Orchestra

has always been
my personal favorite.

But that's quite an expense,

traveling an entire orchestra
across an ocean.

They were playing in Chicago.

I arranged for them
to extend their stay.

We Germanic peoples do have
a certain knack for Romanticism.

I somehow doubt that's how
you're going to be remembered.

Star that one.

* *

(indistinct chatter in German)

Hello.

Do you speak English?

Ein bisschen.

A little.

I studied in school.

I'm Aubrey Hackett.

Hannah Taub.

Yeah, I-I'm one of the writers.

Hmm.

Did you write this movie?

No.

Nice to meet you, anyway.

Are you excited...
to be in Hollywood?

What?

Hollywood. Are you...

-Are you excited?
-I'm a musician.

Vienna is the capital of music.

So now I am in your capital.

I would prefer to be home.

Well, we do have
Schoenberg now, you know.

GYSSLING:
Leo?

It's good we meet
in America, then.

Here we can still speak.

I would say once friends,
always friends, but...

Friends look backward.

We only look forward.

"Not a love seat.

-I am not the queen of..."
-(Lucille clears throat)

Now you're spoiling me.

From Mr. Brady.

Hmm. "Dear Margo,

now you can have your cake
and eat it, too."

Manipulative little bastard.

What?

That man would do
anything for you.

And his partner will make
a better actress

out of you, in better pictures.

Nowhere else offers that.

(sighs):
Whew.

You look tired.

I'm fine.

(knock on door)

-MAN: Makeup's ready for you,
Miss Taft. -Oh.

Lucille, will you find
an icebox for the pie

-and take these to wardrobe?
-Yes, ma'am.

(Lucille chuckles)

Ready.

(women laughing)

Yes, I love that.

(women gasping)

-Anyone see what happened?
-No, she just fell.

Did she faint?

I think she might be dead.

(sobbing)

I can leave you alone.

No one even told me.

They put her body in an icebox.

They took her to the morgue
and left me here working,

like I wouldn't want
to be disturbed!

I need to see her again.

(sobbing softly)

She was wonderful.

Kind and... gentle.

-And smart.
-Yes.

And, forgive me
if I'm wrong, but...

...she wasn't your maid,
was she, Margo?

Justyour maid?

Yes. She was my maid.

-She was just... She was just...
-It's okay. It's okay.

-It's safe with me.
-(sobbing)

Tell me about your mother.

(sniffling)

My mother?

My mother was a lion.

She was a lion, Mr. Stahr.

She gave her whole life to me.

(sniffles)

She was the daughter of a slave.

I am...

(sniffles)

I am the granddaughter
of a slave.

(whispers): But you mustn't
tell anyone that.

No. Of course not.

N-No one. You must promise me.

-Of course not. -You promise me.
It would ruin me.

There would be people
who would be so angered,

they would try to hurt me.

It's a secret.

It stays a secret.

(Margo sniffling)

Look what Lucille made.

In one generation.

-Margo Taft.
-(chuckles)

I mean, isn't that something?

How far she came?

Yes, yes. Maybe.

But her-her entire life,
she was, she was invisible.

None of you ever
looked at her and thought,

"This is Lucille.

"Lucille, who is special,

who is unlike anyone else
who has ever lived."

You just... looked at her like
she was one of the coloreds.

So, yes, she came very far...

and yet nowhere at all.

(music playing quietly
over radio)

-Hello.
-Hallo.

Good evening.

Hi.

-Comfortable?
-Ja.

Good.

(clears throat)

Uh, sorry.

Um...

I wanted to come
visit you all sooner,

but it's been a busy day.

Busier than I expected.

All of this was
planned so suddenly,

there was no way
to secure proper lodging

for so many of you.

But it's only for a few days,
and the food on the lot is good.

(people chuckle)

Anything we can do to make you
feel more at home, we will.

Sleep well.

(people murmur quietly)

Vu iz dos botsimer?

Oh. Uh, it's out the back.

Men's on this side,
women's on the other.

Danke.

(man coughs)

(Hannah speaking
Hebrew quietly)

Kaddish?

For my parents.

When did you lose them?

My father died in the World War.

My mother from the influenza.

I was raised by nuns.

Jewish nuns?

They were very kind.

They raised me
as my parents would have.

How did you know the Kaddish?

-Jewish.
-"Monroe Stahr"?

No. (clears throat)

Born Milton Sternberg.

I know why some of us must,

but what are you hiding from?

Shlof gezunt.

BRADY (voice-over): You shut
down"Her Royal Shyness"?

For one day.

For Margo.

So she can visit the morgue.

You just bought me
an orchestra from Europe.

You have any idea
how much this is gonna cost me?

Because of her maid?

Something you should know.

Wanted to take a moment
for us all to mourn...

as a family.

Pictures are made
by people, after all.

And it is the people who matter.

So while we can't bring back
our beloved Lucille...

...we can remember her.

And what she meant to Margo.

Thank you very much.

Thanks for coming.

(quietly):
I'll remember this.

You are good.

Flowers, jewelry, minks.

Anyone could woo them that way.

But a memorial for a maid.

That's me.
I'm all about closing the deal.

Say, Monroe, you do throw
the greatest parties,

but this one seemed
sort of spur of the moment.

What's the occasion?

It's not just movie stars
who need taking care of, Pat.

See you tonight.

Oh, you poor dear.

We're lost without them,
aren't we?

We are.

I have a wonderful girl,
with a sister.

They're from somewhere
in Georgia, I think.

She will make
your whole house sparkle.

-Thank you.
-Oh.

I mean sparkle, really.

So...

STAHR:
All right.

Take a big breath with me.

(both breathe deeply)

Now, ignore everything
around you.

All the noise.

It's just you and the camera.

You barely have to do a thing,
I promise.

The camera will see it all.

Just your face.

This face.

So be who you are.

-This is not who I am.
-But today it is.

Today you are Adelle
in the world of this scene.

You can do that.

(bell rings)

Soften that light, Charlie.

Max, tilt that top light down.

When you're ready.

(instruments warming up)

Make sure everyone has a drink,

and come find me
if there are any problems.

(knock on door)

Our first guests.

Wait till they see you
on screen.

(chuckles)

You really should let them in.
It is cold outside.

Ah, hello, Virginia.

Darryl, how are you?
Come in out of the cold.

Get yourself a drink.

-(orchestral music playing)
-(lively chatter)

And again. (clears throat)

* *

Do you mind terribly
if I pass up soda pop

and go for the bubbly?

I could use
some anesthesia right now.

Mother and daughter.

Case of the Monroes.

You?

What?

(chuckles):
No.

No, just general ennui.

Parties always make you
feel worse in the end.

I wonder why that is.

Courage.

I'm off to mingle.

* *

KATHLEEN:
It's good to see you.

I'll be right back.

How have you been?

Enjoy the party.

Bye.

What you have is mystery.

What?

-No one knows anything
about you. -(chuckles)

You just popped up.
(chuckles)

-Like most people in this city.
-Mm.

At one point or another.

Like you, I imagine.

Mm.

What is it you'd like to know?

Your secret.

Oh!

Sorry.

Oh, your shoe. Oh, shit.

Don't worry,
I'll get some napkins.

(quietly):
Rose.

(whispering):
What?

What? It was an accident.

You can't blame someone
for an accident.

Why are we whispering?

I don't want to make a scene.

Good idea.

We should go upstairs,
you and me.

We can finish up there.

I'm not going upstairs.

She's lovely.

Do you know
how much that hurts me?

Rose.

What? I miss you all the time.

Don't you ever miss me?

I missed Minna.

You got me through it, and
I will always owe you for that.

Yes, you will.

What are you doing?

-Are you threatening me?
-No.

I'm begging you.

Lots of men have
more than one woman.

Look at my husband.

Why not you?

No secrets, you two.

It's time to rejoin the party.

You're right, Jack.

You are right.

Hey, give us a minute, will you?

WARNER:
Hmm.

I'm sorry I was
the first one of us

-to find happiness.
-(sighs)

Well, I didn't even have
to look; I already had it.

(whispering):
I'm in love, Rose.

What can I do?

-Napkins.
-Thank you.

Thank you.

-You all right?
-Yes.

These parties are insufferable,
aren't they?

Ja.

I much prefer your friend Salka
and the others.

We will go back there again.

Perhaps next week?

I-I'd like that.

What did Salka mean
when she said that I was young,

even for you?

I'm 19, nearly 20.

I'm-I'm not that young.

No.

You're very old.

Are you a virgin?

Of course.

Got a minute, Pat?

Sorry, Bess.

Excuse me.

Uh, I think Rose may be ready
to call it a night.

Oh. Good 'cause I'm doing
wonderfully with Bess.

You don't want to turn
into a cliché, do you?

Depends on what cliché
you're talking about.

He's over there.

All right, time to go to work.

Help me, Pat.

Your wife.

Rose.

Never in public, Pat.

Wasn't that our agreement?

I'll have Henry drive you home.

Do you trust me?

Do you trust me?

Sex isn't sex...

unless it is
a little bit dangerous.

I don't understand.

I will bind your hands
and cover your eyes.

No, I want to be able to see.

Just relinquish control to me.

-But I...
-Don't be upset.

Fetishes are
very natural things.

Oh.

But I'm not like that.

You don't know unless you try.

Just try.

Fear excites me.

Perhaps it will
heighten things for you, too.

What? Stop.

What?

I don't, I don't...

I don't want that.

What?

I-I thought that y-you...

You thought I was what?

Safe? Normal?

Heroic.

(chuckles)

Knocked off my pedestal, am I?

Heroic?

You don't know what that means.

I think I do.

I know what it's not, anyway.

You Americans think people
need to be good to be great.

Goodness is nothing.

There are millions of good,
useless people in the world,

millions of good Germans,
I promise you.

Being brave,
that's what matters.

And brave people can be shits
undperverts, just like me.

* *

A million people read this
in Los Angeles alone.

And that's why we're all here?

What do you want us
to do about it?

Say no.

To Gyssling, to the Germans.

Or at some point, we won't be
answering to our investors,

we'll have to answer to history.

If we create a relief fund,

it's Jew industrialists
running the world.

-Mm-hmm.
-If we make anti-Nazi movies,

it's Jewish propaganda.

Either way, we're playing
into the hands of the enemy.

That's a little easy,
don't you think, L.B.?

You're not a Jew, Pat.

So...

we're suggesting
I take on Germany?

Just me, hmm?

Lose all that revenue

with no thanks from you
but a-a pat on the back.

Well, thanks, anyway.

And screw all of you.

(chuckles)

History doesn't pay my salary.

On the other hand,
we all-- all--

have stockholders
that we have to answer to.

Monroe, lovely party.
Thank you very much.

* *

I'd be happy to offer myself
as your private tour guide.

We leave for Vienna
tomorrow afternoon.

What, you do?

I didn't realize it.

Yes.

So, what would be the point
of getting attached?

Getting attached is
the only point, if you ask me.

How did it go?

(sighs)

Maybe no one saves anyone.

Well, that didn't take long.

Oh, Monroe wanted
to talk about Germany.

Bad timing.

There's still a depression.

Didn't you have your fill
of that at the party?

You know, I had
the perfect moment with Mayer

as we were walking out...
(chuckles)

...about Margo Taft.

Left him speechless.

Tell it to Bess Burrows.

I'm not interested.

No?

You and Mayer
humiliate your wives.

You fuck the women
who work for you,

and pretend they want you,
and then cower to the Nazis.

(laughs):
Then you argue with each other

about who's the bigger man.

Spare me.

Is that really
what you think of me?

Isn't that who you are, Pat?

(clears throat)
Excuse me.

Can I have a moment
of your time?

Uh, I want to thank you
for coming all this way,

for your wonderful work
on our movie.

You're all going home tomorrow,
and I know that it's a trip

back to a continent that is
full of risks for some of you.

I want to offer an alternative
to as many as are amenable.

It's the reason I brought
you here in the first place,

not because I couldn't find
musicians in Los Angeles,

but because I'm afraid
of where Europe is heading.

I hired you
so that I can help you.

Stay here with us.

Don't go back.

We'll find work for you,

places to live for all of you,
if you're willing.

But, Mr. Stahr,

many of us have families.

I have a wife and three
children, young children,

in Vienna.

I know these are
all difficult choices.

Perhaps they can come, too.

We'll find a way.

But if you don't?

If you cannot?

I understand.

Think about it, at least.

We only make movies, huh?

(violin playing "Violin Concerto
in E minor, Op. 64")

* *

You are here late.

I had to watch
the cut of a picture.

There was nothing
objectionable about it,

except maybe the length.

Mendelssohn was a Jew, no?

He was.

Play it again.

That passage always
makes me weep.

* *

* *

BRADY (voice-over):
I've had as many surprises

as I can take
in one week, Monroe.

What's this all about?

Is this about last night?
About the musicians?

Just watch. And don't worry
about the accent.

Odelle will take care of that.

Just... look at the face.

Roll it, Pete.

(sighs)

(projector clicking)

You have to listen to me.

He's not who he says he is.

The professor and his friends,
none of them are.

It's all a terrible act.

We're in danger.

We're in great danger.

Please, say you believe me.

-(whispers): Monroe.
-I know.

KATHLEEN:
I lost a job because of it.

But this time, I swear,
it's all true.

The clattering sound you hear

is the click of
typewriter keys on paper.

This building is where
Brady-American writers come

to turn real life
into fantasy, and fantasy...

I'm here on a condolence call
for Margo.

-Aw.
-(Mayer chuckles)

I don't believe you.

(Mayer chuckles)

Well, maybe not just that.

Uh, there is a small problem.

But I'm sure that
if we put our heads together...

What is it, L.B.?

Well, it turns out
Louella Parsons

has gotten ahold of a story--
a very damaging story--

about Margo and her maid.

It's a career-altering story,
I would say.

From whom?

Uh, Louella never tells.

Somebody from long ago
who became indiscreet

after the woman died.

Is it true?

Is it true?

Don't ask her that.

Fine.

Just that
Louella wants to publish.

(chuckles):
And you know Louella.

Luckily, I have a particular
relationship with her.

The one person who could
convince her not to.

(sighs) Thank you, L.B.

Thank you, L.B.

Oh, that's not
how you thank me, Pat.

If you've already
drafted your agreement,

will you send it
to my legal department?

It'll save my lawyers
some trouble.

Son of a bitch.

MAYER:
I will expect you

on the MGM lot
once you've wrapped "Shyness."

Margo?

What if I just say no?

The hell with him. I am sick
and tired of being afraid.

Let him do what he's gonna do.

I have a better idea.

You go be the biggest star
in the world.

Show 'em all.

(softly):
Right. Yes.

We still have "Shyness."

We'll make a good picture
with that one.

Fuck Louie Mayer.

Fuck Louie Mayer. (laughs)

And Louella Parsons.

Nobody can hold a candle to you.

(sighs)

You know what's funny
about you, Pat?

Everyone in this business
has two faces.

Most people, they put
their best one forward

and they hide their worst.

But you, you put on
a gruff face...

and you hide your heart.

-It'll have to be our secret.
-(chuckles)

(sighs)

Thank you.

* *

How many are staying?

I don't know.

No one speaks of it out loud.

How about you?

Are you staying?

Look, home isn't
so safe anymore.

-We all understand that.
-Okay, then.

But it is home, and this is not.

After my parents died,

my nightmares were
of being all alone.

Not all of us will find someone.

Being attached is
the only thing that matters.

Or so I've been told.

* *

Am I mistaken,

or does it seem
that there are fewer members

of the orchestra now
than when they first arrived?

Is that so?
I wasn't counting.

Leo. What are you doing?

I'm getting on my bus, Georg.

Don't.

Don't get on the bus, Leo.

I'm going home.

We both know how cold
it can be in Vienna.

Some time in the ocean air
might do you good.

There's no rush to get home,
old friend.

My life is there.

Mein ganzes leben.

Leo, you're not hearing.

I am no different
from other Jews.

You just know me.

(engine starts)

* *

I'll see you next week.

Uh, Mr. Dummit, um...

I was wondering if maybe
we could borrow

just a little bit more.

There are some
unexpected expenses.

Clapboard?

Photography.

DUMMIT:
Your choice.

A good client like you.
Come by my office tomorrow.

Okay.

Okay.

Who was that?

What are you doing here?
(chuckles)

And don't say you were
in the neighborhood.

No. I made a special trip.

Is that "absolutely not
a date" offer still good?

So, none of the better options
panned out, huh?

Exactly.

Come in, come in.

Yeah, the, uh, place still needs

a bit of work to be done,
you know.

No. It's wonderful.

You've made a home.

This is, uh, uh,
my sister Darla.

This is my brother Nathan.

This is, this is Celia.

Do you like, uh, do you like
bread and, uh, and soup?

I love them.

Great, okay.
Well, uh, yeah, sit here.

Okay.

Let's see here.

Oop, I took yours.

-(chuckles)
-Okay, yeah, thank you.

Dig in.

How is it?

CELIA:
It's really good.

It's the best meal
I've ever had.

I was born around
the corner from here.

We lived on Hester, until
my father moved us to the Bronx.

Took him seven years
to save up enough to do that.

A candle?

That's for him.

It's a thing Jewish people
do for the dead.

I haven't lit one
in a long time.

(sighs) You've never
talked about him.

Your father.

Mm. Mm.

(sighs)

Morris Sternberg.

The man whose name I discarded.

He made shirt collars.

He was a collar man.

We didn't have much
to say to each other.

He didn't have much
to say to anyone.

I don't think anything I did
ever made him happy.

Why all this now?

(sighs)

These... these musicians

and... Hannah Taub.

Margo Taft.

We've all traveled
a long way to get here.

I ran away.

But home comes with you.

I'm the son of a shirtmaker.

The grandson of peasants
from outside Kiev.

Still.

Always.

You asked me if I could
love the tour guide.

I love Kathleen Moore.

The girl from Rathgar.

I love the you that's you
wherever you go

and whatever you do.

But I still want things
to change for you.

That's why people come here.

It always has been.

* *

(softly):
Yeah.

That's why I came.

* Oh, every time it rains *

* It rains pennies
from heaven... *

Oh, you've done this before.

Things were good in Vienna
before they were bad, you know.

So now I am your project?

I... well, I...
feel responsible.

We brought you out of
the darkness of Europe,

and I want this place to be...

better for you.

Well, in my experience,

we bring the darkness
with us, Mr. Hackett.

* Sunshine and flowers *

* If you want
the things you love *

* You must have showers... *

* *

* *

Rose.

I'm very sorry.

(Stahr praying in Hebrew)

Amen.

(cello playing "Violin Concerto
in E minor, Op. 64")

* *