All language subtitles for Der Zauberberg (1982) -- Hans W Geissendörfer P3

The Magic Mountain

Episode 3

He was a hero!

A hero!

We should play "Erotica."

A very esteemed,
sympathetic young man.

Literary men make
the mistake of thinking

that only the spirit
makes us respectable.

In my opinion,
the opposite is more true.

Only where there is no spirit
are we respectable.

A great kid, a great fellow.

He wanted to force it, you know.

Of course that's the way the service
is down there, all force and violence.

He did his duty with a fever,
come hell or high water.

The field of honour, you know.

Hightailed it for the field of honour
and kept running.

But honour was the death of him,
and death....

Death did him the honour.

A great fellow.

It's unknown if Hans Castorp
ever overcame his timidity

In discovering how old
he had actually become up here.

We only know that the timidity
which hindered him

was the timidity of his conscience,

even though it ls most unscrupulous
to ignore time.

He now truthfully no longer knew
how old he was.

No, sir, not today.

Well, here we are.

Let's see how good the cooking is.

Good food is just as important as a
good night's sleep and good friends.

With this in mind,
Ladies and gentlemen, it's settled.

It's settled.

Hey! Come here.

Come to me.

- Well, what's your name?
- Emerentia.

Emerentia!

That exceeds
my highest expectations.

Emerentia.... As a nickname, it might
be Rentia, but I'll call you...

...Emchen.

No, no, no.

I'll name you....

Emmy, yes?

I'll tell you something, Emmy.

In the world of God, glory,
and justice, you are small in stature,

but most assuredly
you have a brave heart.

And now please bring me a geneva.

A geneva, sir, right away.

Have you seen the pearl necklace
on Madame Chauchat's neck?

He's a money magnet.

It's hardly the sign
of Caucasian marital gallantry.

The pearls surely came out
of shared travel expenses.

That's called a "money magnate."

But "magnet" is not bad either.

Obviously there's
a lot of attraction to him.

He is said to be very ill.

Tropical fever or malaria or so.

Fräulein Engelhart wants to know
what you think of him.

How is your cousin, monsieur?

He's dead.

That's a shame.

Dead and buried?

Since when?

For some time now.

And you didn't even return home
for the burial of your cousin?

No.

But you won't believe
how cold his forehead was.

Why must you insist
on using the informal with me?

I will never use the formal
with you again, never again.

What a joke!

You've been here the whole time?

Yes.

I've been waiting.

For what?

For you.

For me?

You're a fool.

Do you still have a fever?

Almost always.

It varies, but it's not
an intermittent fever.

Should that be a hint?

And where were you?

Listen, I don't want you to use
the informal with me.

Well, while I was gone,
I was everywhere.

In Moscow, then Baku.

I was in Spain and in German spas.

Spain, how was it?

Not bad, even though travel
is difficult in Spain.

I bought myself
a little blue cap there,

the kind that all the local men wear.

They're worn off to the side
and are called bolna.

Monsieur will have to judge
whether it suits me well.

Which monsieur?

Which one? The one sitting
in front of me in this chair.

Oh, I thought your new companion.

I'm sorry, he has already judged it.

He says I look
absolutely charming in it.

Did he say that?

All the way to the end?

I mean, spoke the entire sentence
to the end,

so that you could understand it?

Ah, it appears
you're becoming malicious.

You're trying to make fun of other
people who are much greater, better,

and more human than yourself
with all your philosophical talk.

But I won't allow anyone
to make fun of my friends.

Do you still have
my interior portrait?

I don't know.
I'll have to look for it.

I always carry yours with me.

I have a little easel
on my night stand.

Are you a captain?

No, sir, not this evening.

I'm making your acquaintance
this evening...

...the acquaintance
of a trusting young man.

I respect you.

Let's spend
a little bit of time together.

Life is short.

By the spring outside the gate

There stands a Linden tree

Under whose shady branches...

I like this song very much.

May I listen?

...I dreamt sweet dreams

I carved into its bark

I returned today,

and one doesn't sleep
particularly well the first night.

Back home again.

So many phrases dear

In times of joy and sadness

It always drew me near

Clear your minds.

Clear your minds.

We will join hands
and clear our minds.

Think only of Elly.

And now we'll join hands.

Elly should guess the following:

Her supernatural powers
should reveal to us

the person with whom
Dr. Blumenkohl

spoke his last words before he died.

Well, maybe you arranged this
with her beforehand.

I'll decide what she has to do.

Well, then, she will enter.

She will take a salt-shaker
from the cabinet,

sprinkle the salt
over Teacher Popow's head,

take out the recorder
from his coat pocket,

circle around us
while playing the beginning

of "By the Spring Outside the Gate."

Then return the recorder to Popow

and then sit in front of you
on the floor after she has curtsied.

That's too difficult
and moreover silly.

If she has supernatural powers,
it's not too difficult.

Unless you lied.

Then, please.

Fine, then.

We will see.

And now we'll join hands again.

Concentration.

Elly!

Elly!

Elly!

That's wonderful!
Squeal, squeal!

The sound is shrill and full of life.

Drink, drink!

Refresh your heart for new efforts,
rejuvenate your heart.

What we now need
are three new, large, cool....

I mean, large gifts of God.

On the other hand,
the gods could accuse us

of never meeting their demands.

Emmy, come here.

Please bring us three bottles
of Chablis, 1007.

- Three bottles of Chablis, 1007.
- Yes, good.

Look here, I ask for your attention.

Look at this liquid.

I require your greatest attention,
Ladies and gentlemen,

for the golden hue of this wine,

from the sugar sweated
from the Malaga grapes,

and this wine, yes....

This wine is divine...

...in these goblets.

Come.

Have a sip, child.

Go ahead, have some.

Take some bread.

Take your time.

Chew it...

...thoroughly and very slowly,

so you taste the salt
which coats the palate.

And then...

...drink the wine.

An incomparable gift of God.

Yes.

Well, that's enough!
Enough ceremony!

We must now drink to pleasure,
Longevity, and love.

Cheers!

Cheers!

Ah, Emchen!

Give me one for the table
and place the others over there.

Admiral, I'll raise you...

...by 50 francs.

I'll follow...

...and add 20.

- 20 francs
- Very good.

I can do that, too.

20...

...and again, 20.

I must go and get more money.

Wait a minute, hold on.
Sit down again.

Here's some more money, use it.

It doesn't always have to be suicide.

I have great respect for suicide,

but it doesn't have to be done
at the table here.

20.

I demand to see.

Wait a minute, don't rush.

- Give me the cards.
- You?

Give them to me.
You'll get them back.

- I'll bring you luck.
- Good timing.

And now the moment of truth.

One.

Two.

Three.

And...

...four!

If you play, then you must wager, too.

Now let's eat!

- Wonderful.
- How lovely.

Wait a minute.
Can you tell me what this is?

This is inedible garbage!

This is nothing for my friends!
This is curd and inedible junk!

- I insist that immediately....
- Excuse me.

It tastes superb, this Parma ham--

What are you talking about?
About the food or...?

Who do you even think you are?
Do you have any idea about food?

This is garbage
and will always be garbage,

or do you have an agreement
with the chef?

- Peter!
- Yes, that's fine, "Peter."

I know what I'm paying for
and what I'm not paying for,

and for this damned garbage,
I'm not paying a cent.

Maybe we should order
something else, a warm meal,

if we can convince the chef,
all right?

No, ladies and gentlemen.

No, ladies and gentlemen,
may I please ask for your attention?

Take a moment of time to inhale
the fresh aromas of parsley and egg.

Wonderful, isn't it?

This is a gift.

But let's not forget the bread,
the liquid bread,

this simple and divine gift of God.

Drink, drink and empty your glasses,
so that it doesn't mean....

So that nobody can say we didn't
do justice to life's expectations.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

Yes, I've known people.
I've known men and women.

I've known cocaine users
and others who smoked hashish

or were morphine addicts.

But it's not our duty to judge them.

It seems that they weren't
in the position

to give their due to the simple,
natural things in life.

But on the other hand, it's....

I think it's a mortal sin.

That's certainly true.

Unquestionably most people
are too weak-willed, inattentive,

unscrupulous, emotionally drained

to give justice
to the simple things in life.

Yes, correct.

Correct!
Life is a woman, a woman.

Yes, life is a mighty
sprawled-out woman

with bulging breasts and a soft belly
Leading down to the spread thighs.

Her arms are slender,
her thighs are swelling,

and her eyes are slightly open
in mocking defiance,

demanding all
that we can give to her.

Yes, she demands all,
the resilience of our manly desire.

There's only one thing to do.

To pass her test...

...or be shamed.

Be shamed.

Do you know what that means,
young man?

It means...

...to admit physical failure
of desires in the face of life.

That's a weakness...

...for which there is no mercy...

...regarded without mercy...

...and laughed upon.

Disgrace and shame.

Human bankruptcy.

You're spit out.

Finished.

Nothing but a hellish prison.

Deadly desperation.

The day of the apocalypse.

- Yes!
- What's wrong?

- Judgement Day!
- Oh, I fell asleep.

Well....

Forget that.

Continue on, ladies and gentlemen.

It's up to you...

...to live and eat well.

Enjoy yourselves, but don't forget
the Holy Scripture.

The Bible tells us that flesh is weak.

It's unfortunately not strong enough
to meet life's demands.

Never forget that.

Please don't.

Sleep.

I, myself...

...worship and love sleep
with all my heart.

It is the greatest bliss.

But don't forget Christ.

Do you remember Christ?

In the garden....

In the garden of Gethsemane!

Do you remember?

It's written in the Bible.

He took with him Peter
and the two sons of Zebedee.

Then he said to them:

"Wait! Wait here
and watch with me."

And he went there.

As he came back,
he found them asleep.

He said to Peter:

"What, couldn't you watch with me
just once for one hour?"

Then he left once more.

And when he came back,
he found them asleep again.

He repeated to them:

"Say, do you only want to rest
and sleep, all of you?

All of you!

See, my time has come!"

Allow me....

In the name of those at the table,
and in place of....

I mean, you should be assured
that we strongly agree.

It is an extraordinary evening,
and no one is thinking of sleeping.

You can be assured of that,
from every one of us.

Please, love each other.

And respect each other.

Well....

Even though my time has come....

Come, for you, it's time to....

Champagne!

This is holy.

A holy story.

Tears are always a challenge
to humankind.

And then the disciple placed his head
on the breast of his master.

Follow me. Follow me.

Follow me in spirit.

All of you.

All of you, follow me...

...in spirit.

Yes.

In the lively image
of a frosty winter morning.

A new day...

...will come when the yellowish-red
glow of a night stand. lamp

is reflected through the window

in the bare branches
standing in the garden

among the cry of crows
in the early fog...

...and await the day.

And it feels...

...as if ice-cold water...

...was squeezed out of a sponge
and onto our necks and over our skin.

The shock of the early morning.

Well, good night.

Don't you want to give her
a kiss good-bye on the forehead?

She will have no objection,
and it would give me pleasure.

I give you my consent.

No.

Your Majesty, I beg your pardon,
but it would not do.

Are you afraid?

No.

I cannot exchange kisses
on the forehead

with your travelling companion.

It would be nonsense.

Finally!

Here's one for you.

And for you.

And one left for me, thank you.

I'm pleased to be able to offer you
a little refreshment

after not having seen you
for three days.

Is this not a gift of God,
a gift of life?

Most certainly, please believe me.

I accept asceticism
when it refers to moral principles.

I even consider it important,
but for the moment,

Let me tell you something,
I'll drink to your health.

Forbidden terrain
and alcohol in the afternoon.

Sir, if you'll allow me,

you should be respectful
of this young man

and your own personal health.

My health?

There is nothing better for my health
than cigars and cognac, you see?

Perfect for my well-being.

Three days ago, I had a fever,

and a week before, I couldn't even
get out of bed, and now....

Now I have cognac, and I'm sitting
next to this beauty here.

And, of course, with all of you.

Sometime soon, Professor, my friend,
I'd like to have a philosophical....

Do you hear that?
Extraordinary!

That's a waltz, a waltz!

Yes, come!

Come, my child. Come, come.

Engineer, it seems that you admire
this idol worshipper.

Or what else are your large eyes
supposed to mean?

After all, he already took
your Clawdia away from you.

And you, what do you plan
to do about it?

Don't go too far, Herr Settembrini.
You're also not innocent of jealousy.

Your jealousy
doesn't push you to fight either.

You suffer with patience.

Therefore, the mighty Peppercorn
could destroy your relationship

with your friend as well
as I or Madame Chauchat could.

Everything is all right.

We're fine.

Good.

We're fine.

Sit down.

Are you feeling better now?

Professor, do you despise
God's gift, cognac?

And you call yourself
a man of the Church?

A man of the Church
has no more pleasure in life or...?

As a man of the Church,
I have to defend myself.

Most definitely, yes, I forbid you
to speak of the name of God

and the Holy Church
with your painfully distorted mouth.

Possibly, it is not too late
to explain to you that the Church

is the embodiment of the religious,
ascetic ideal

and never was, and never will be,
an advocate or supporter

of what you lustfully
and theatrically embody

and with your sovereign
and pretentious nature display to us.

Contrarily, the most important words
in the flag of the Church

are revolution and the radical
extension of worldly lust and power.

Stay calm, Professor Naphta.

Since when can you be seduced
to impose your theories,

which are especially dark,
onto a person

who we know has absolutely
no interest of politics?

Nevertheless, I have to defy you
in this situation.

The Church is, and will remain,
the protector of dark persistence,

Professor Naphta.

And it continues with progress,
even if today

it declares to be revolutionary
with its eloquent ambassadors

and fanatics, such as yourself.

And all that is constantly done
under the pretence

that its goal is to bring freedom,
democracy, and education,

but in reality, it only preaches
with dictatorship of the mob

and barbarism.

Listen to this.
What a great democrat.

You reduce the proletariat to a mob.

Do you mean to imply
that the Church--

Gentlemen, please.

Let's not argue.
This is a worthwhile discussion.

Asceticism, gentlemen.

The world, its problems,
and the Church....

These are all highly controversial
and certainly important issues,

but I believe that we unmistakably
deprive ourselves of the holiest....

Music, do you hear
the Tzigane music?

The wonderful sound,
and recognize the nerving accord

of death and life,
Love and happiness.

All that can be found in music
if you only listen closely.

And I don't think
we should use music

as the background
of such arguments.

That would be insulting
and insensitive.

Music requires our absolute
and unconditional attention!

So that we can meet
the demands of love!

Our attention!

End of discussion!

What is there to stare at?

Worry about your own affairs!

I'm calm now.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...I call your attention
to the height above.

Are you listening to me?

Each one of you,
Look at that spot up there.

Do you see?

The black spot circling up there
against the singular blue sky,

how it circles above
without beating its wings!

Look at it!

Do you know what it is?

It's a bird of prey, a grabber.

A bird of prey of unbelievable size.

Yes!

Yes!

Oh, my friends, please come here.
Come, come.

Come, my dear boy.

Look!

Look!

I most emphatically
call your attention.

That is no buzzard, no.

No, that is also no vulture,
most certainly not.

No, that is an eagle,
an eagle that circles above us

and circles and circles
without beating its wings,

and it circles progressively further

into a height
that we can never, never reach.

Oh, my friends, that....

That is the king of the firmament,

but even the bird
of the gruesome gods,

yes, the warrior of the birds,
the lion of the air!

And it has a beak of iron!

And talons of immense power!

It strikes the intestines,

rips open the flesh
into a bloody mess, yes!

And this bird peers at us
with its clear-sighted eyes.

Yes, come!

Please come!

Oh, please come, you eerie warrior!
Soar down and strike!

Tear out our eyes!

Use your talons,
which are hard as steel,

and strike with them, bury them,
propel them deep into our bodies!

Tear out the intestines
of these creatures

which the eternal God created!

Come down, attack, strike, yes,

until your talons
are tangled in entrails

and your beak drips with blood!

Blood!

Blood!

Please, forgive me.

Play music!

For the love of God, please,
play music!

Darling, Pierre, Pierre!

Why...?

Why don't you dance with him?

With who?

With him.

And I'll go home with the other two.

Do you love him very much?

I don't think it would be
very human of me

to discuss my love for him with you.

You...?

You love him passionately?

Listen....

He loves me.

He loves me.

And his love always makes me
surrender and very proud.

You know, I belong to him.

Do you understand, or are you
not worthy of his friendship?

I understand it very well.

You know, I have many....

Many problems with him and many....

Many worries about him.
And most of all, many difficulties.

They result from his fear
of the failing of his feelings?

We can talk about it with respect.

Everything with him has grandeur,
magnificent, kingly grandeur.

It seems you are unchangeable.

I'll tell you something,
you are very devious.

I don't know with certainty
if you have intellect,

but I know that you're rather cunning.

That's not bad at all.

You can live very well like that.

Listen, I would very much love
for us to stay friends

and form an alliance for him,
but not against him,

as one usually forms an alliance.

You know....

Sometimes
I'm terrified of being alone...

...especially terrified
of inner loneliness.

Somehow it's terrifying.

I'm always afraid
that something will happen.

I would feel much more secure
if I had a good person on my side.

Well, if you want to hear it....

Maybe that's the reason
I returned here with him.

I mean, to see you.

And you say that my waiting
was all in vain?

I'm sorry, sir--

Please, leave us alone, my child.

- Coffee and burgundy!
- I'm sorry, but we've already closed.

Will this be enough to remain open?

I'll have to ask the chef.

Tell me, do you love Madame?

I'll repeat my question,
do you love Madame?

I respect Madame Chauchat,
of course.

I'm very well aware that
your relationship with Madame

is much older than mine.

She's a woman
of attractive attributes.

I'm just an old ill man,
do you understand that?

But let's get
to the topic of interest,

I'd like to remind you of the evening
we became friends and dined.

I asked you and Madame
to accompany me to my room,

and in the doorway, I asked you
to kiss Madame on the forehead.

But you refused.

You refused, and I asked
for an explanation

that you didn't want to give,
and I said that you were obligated to,

and now I demand
that you fulfil your obligation!

Were you or were you not Clawdia's
Lover during her last stay here?

Consider that it was
an evening out of order,

almost falling out of the calendar,
an hors-d'oeuvre, so to say,

an extra evening, a leap evening....

The 20th of February.

The 20th of February, that's funny.

Answer me finally,
do you love Madame?

Excuse me, Mynheer Peppercorn,
but considering my feelings for you,

feelings of the greatest respect
and admiration,

it would not be very human of me
to discuss with you my feelings

for your charming travel companion.

Then I will formulate it differently!

Does Madame reciprocate
your feelings, your attention?

I never said
that she ever shared them.

I got the picture, my friend,
and now I understand everything.

I want to tell you something,
if only I was younger...

...then I would answer, man to man!

I would request gratification!

Well, then....

I'll speak differently with you.

We are brothers.

I declare us to be such.

You will be my ally, my son.

We'll seal an alliance
as if we were fighting for something

we believed in within this world.

And in this case...

...we'll ally in the love...

...we share for another person.

So, then....

Settled.

And now...

...stand up...

...take your glass...

...and let's drink.

Are you satisfied?

There is, of course, no word for it,
Mr. Peppercorn.

I'm....

I'm terribly happy,
and I still cannot grasp it.

But one should not be surprised
if I stumble at first,

especially in the presence
of Clawdia,

who, being a woman,
may not be quite so pleased.

Leave that to me.

I'll take care of it.

And now, my....

My brother.

My son.

Please, do me this favour
and leave me alone.

Farewell.

True, it has grown dark.

I could easily imagine Settembrini
suddenly entering

and turning on the light
so that reason could prevail.

Until tomorrow.

I hope you'll have
a few fever-free days

where you'll be able
to meet all demands.

That delights me
as much as if I were you.

Good night.

Settled.

God!

I am here!

Come!

If you love me, show yourself!

You can kill me now!

Strychnine....

It is extremely effective.

And it meets our demands.

Recovery with the help of poisons.

The magical powers of this drug
resemble the liberation

of a throng of prisoners
from subterranean dungeons

who are pulled out to the light
by thunderbolts.

And now leave.

Wait.

Come in.

Madame Chauchat asks
that you come down immediately.

Right away.

He had it crafted according
to his own specifications.

It's was modelled
after the head of a cobra.

Poison taken from crows
in the Coromandel Coast.

He was a man
of such stature that, for him,

the failure of feeling
in the face of life

was a cosmic catastrophe,
a divine disgrace.

Did he know of our folly?

He guessed it when I refused to kiss
you on the forehead in his presence.

His presence is more symbolic
than real at this moment.

But will you permit me to do it now?

Yes, as a last good-bye.

Well, Castorp, old Swede....

You're bored.

I see you pulling that long face
every day.

You're blasé, Castorp.

You've been pampered by sensations.

Am I right or wrong?

I am right, as always.

I have your latest X-ray here.

Some of the foci have healed,
and a few others will soon, too.

Yet you still have a slight fever.

The doctor finds himself compelled
to explore new causes.

In my opinion,
you have a coccus infection, yes.

I'm profoundly persuaded
that you have a strep infection.

No reason to panic.

Everyone has cocci.
Every ass has streptococci.

We have recently learned that one
can have streptococci in the blood

and not show any notable symptoms
of infection.

The bacteriological blood test
will show whether I'm right.

If I'm right and if you respond
to the injections at all,

you can be perfectly healthy
within six weeks.

What do you say now?

Has old man Behrens
been holding up his end or not?

It is only a hypothesis so far.

Yes, but a provable hypothesis.

Tomorrow afternoon we'll tap you,
we'll bleed a vein

with all the style
of the old village barber, agreed?

Tell me, is it true that you,
yourself, have tuberculosis?

I hear talk of it now and then.

I've been meaning to ask you.

The ill doctor heals the ill.

He is a fellow sufferer
of those whose stay he monitors.

Camaraderie between doctor
and patient is certainly welcoming.

But perhaps the experience
of one's own illness

may cloud and confuse science.

Be quiet.

Well, my friend.
Look at what I found in the library.

Here, my watch!

Elly!

Elly!

Elly!

There it is.

There it is.

Accidente, Engineer.

Has it come to the point
where you're playing cards?

That's not quite it.

I'm just laying the cards out,
wrestling with abstract chance.

This morning I easily won
three games, one after the other,

once only twice through,
a record for me.

And would you believe that I've
Laid them out 32 times in a row,

without being able to get
halfway through even once?

Have you been informed of the
newest state of affairs in politics

and the development
of the world situation, Giovanni?

The momentary world situation

is very dangerous
and extremely muddled.

No one can say with certainty
how your country will react,

I mean, grand Germany.

Your jokes try in vain
to hide the fact

that you are conscious of your state.

So then, what Kleefeld told me,

and she heard it first hand
from little Elly,

who never likes to talk with us
at the table.

- Imagine Elly, and here!
- Yes, yes, of course.

So then, Krokowski seized Elly
under scientific pretence.

- Unbelievable.
- Ghostly!

Supernatural powers.

Ghostly, I say.

Ghostly!

Here are the records
that Krokowski ordered.

- Which one first?
- We will determine that soon.

Are all the candles lit?

Here we go!

We're ready, everyone is here,
all of the candles are lit.

Ah, Hans Castorp, welcome!

Ladies and gentlemen,
please take a seat and stop talking.

Wait a moment.

I will now approach each of you
and with a handshake,

take your oath
to keep absolute silence

about everything that happens
in this room.

Have courage, my friend,
have courage.

Elly's preliminary control
was negative.

So then, comrades, let's begin.

Elly Brand, are you ready?

Then enter.

Elly!

Elly!

Elly!

How lovely.

Hans Castorp, my friend,

I trust you with the control
of the medium.

Follow me.

Pay close attention.

Press the legs of the medium
tightly together with your knees.

Then lift your hands, like that.

If you hold tightly, the imprisonment
of the medium is complete.

Do not let go
or weaken the force of your knees.

Do it in just the same way.

The medium will fall in a trance
by herself, as you will soon see.

And when this happens, her
guardian angel will speak from her,

a young lad with brown tresses
named Holger

who has already visited us before.

We must address our wishes to him,
and not to Elly.

The chain will now be formed.

Talk.

Trance.

Is Holger present?

She squeezed my hands.

He....

He squeezed your hands.

Then he is present.

We greet you, Holger.

We welcome you most heartily.

Are you willing,
and do you feel capable,

to call up any person
who has passed on

and who might be named
by our circle

and make him visible today?

She said yes.

He!

Very well then, Holger,
excuse the mistake in address.

We shall take you at your word.

The name of the beloved,
whose presence we request,

will soon be called.

So then, comrades, speak up.

Who has a wish ready?

Who should friend Holger
reveal to us?

We can't keep friend Holger
waiting long.

I would like to see my dead cousin,
Joachim Ziemssen.

Did you hear, Holger?

The gentleman named
was a stranger to you in life.

Do you recognize him
in the world beyond,

and are you prepared
to bring him to us?

He squeezed my hands.

Fine, then!

To work, Holger!

Music!

Talk!

Ziemssen.

Ziemssen.

Ziemssen.

Deep trance!

Music, Wenzel.

Wagner, please.

I'd like to make a suggestion.

Yes?

We could....

I mean, we could play
a particular piece of music.

Schubert's "The Linden Tree."

And why is that?

The spirit of the piece
is very peculiar, very special.

It deals with death...

...and love.

It is not out of the question that
the spirit or character of the music

could shorten the process.

Is the recording here?

- No, but I can quickly get it.
- For God's sake, no!

That would destroy everything.

Here is it.

Schubert's "The Linden Tree."

Here you go.

Come, come!

Come, come!

Child, child.

Elly, Elly.

Elly, do it, do it.

Child, child.

Child, Elly.

Ziemssen!

Ziemssen!

I see him, too.

Forgive me!

Speak to him, Hans Castorp,
address him!

Speak to him!

Hans Castorp!

The real outcome of our Italian's
highly praised French Revolution

is the capitalist bourgeois state,
a fine mess,

which one hoped to improve
by making the inhumanity universal.

World capitalism, the world republic,
full of democrats,

is only governed by money.

Is this how happiness
and highly praised progress

should be understood?

In reality, it is like the proverbial
patient who keeps shifting in bed,

hoping each new position
will bring relief.

The unadmitted, secret,
universal desire for war is a sign.

The war will come.

And the sooner the better.

There is still a well-tried remedy

against domestic
and foreign catastrophes,

which is justice.

Your noble,
your Godly concept of justice.

God and nature are both unjust.

Justice is nothing but an empty word
of bourgeois rhetoric.

Or do you know
when an action is just,

or do you even know what action is?

For example, the assassination of
the privy council Kotzebue by Sand,

a fraternity student.

That was an action.

But what was it
that urged young Sand to do that?

His enthusiasm for justice
and freedom?

It was moral fanaticism and his hate
for anti-national behaviour.

It is always bad to clarify
something with an action

or help justice to victory.

An action doesn't yield anything

when there are
intellectual problems to be settled.

Professor Naphta,

forgive me for asking if you will soon
be done with your scurrilities.

What expression are you using
to describe my statements?

Only with your permission,
respected Professor,

I wanted to express
that I am resolved

to prevent you from continuing
to trouble this young man

with your equivocations.

It would be appropriate for you
to choose your words more carefully.

You consider it appropriate?
Such a request is unnecessary.

I'm accustomed
to take heed to my words.

And my words are correctly chosen
because with them I say that you,

with what you say,

try to mislead and unsettle
the uncertain and wavering youth.

Yes, you, you try
to immorally seduce them.

Infamy, which one cannot chastise
with severe enough words.

And that's why I'm resolved
to protest against it.

Infamy? Chastisement?

Ah, so the bleating sheep
have taken to butting?

Have we driven the pedagogical
protectors of civilization so far

that they draw their weapons?

I hope your civilian principles

will not prevent you from knowing
what you owe me,

or else I shall be forced to put
these principles to a test that....

Ah, I see....

That will not be necessary.
I'm in your way...

...and you are in mine.

Fine, then, we shall find
some appropriate way

to settle our little difference.

Let me say one more thing.

If we, as pedagogues
create a doubt more profound

than your modest Enlightenment
ever dreamed possible,

then we are well aware
of what we are doing.

Only out of the most radical
scepticism, out of moral chaos,

can the Absolute arise, the holy
terror that these times require.

Here's to your indoctrination
and to my justification.

You shall hear from me.

I will be waiting, Signore.

He challenged you.

He certainly did.

Are you going to accept?

It was a matter of abstractions,
an intellectual disagreement.

The intellectual
can never be personal.

Hans, the intellectual
can very well be personal.

Then he who is not ready to fight
for the intellectual and ideal

with his complete character,
with all his strength,

and with his blood, is unworthy of it.

And what is most important in life
is that, despite everything,

despite all intellectuality,
that one remains a man.

I demand pistols!

And your much beloved student
as a neutral witness!

It seemed to Hans Castorp
as if a demon had come into power,

who, wicked and foolish,

had long practised
under considerable influence,

but now unhaltingly and openly
declared his reign of power

that suggested the infusion
of mysterious terror

and thoughts of escape.

The demon named apathy,
Life without time,

a life full of worry and without hope,

a stagnant life
of constant dissoluteness,

a dead life.

You should make a "dong" sound.

Can't you pay attention, damn it?

Laughter and love, that's perfect.

But let me say one thing,
there are things!

But if I can't any other way....

All of my yearning was for her.

If she would have only thought once
of my love for her.

Whether Madame Chauchat
has a soul....

She is a human of flesh and soul.

Her soul didn't want to have
anything to do with mine.

And her body didn't either.

And that's why my desire for her
is damned to disgrace.

And my body must squirm
for eternity.

Why was my desire
an enemy to her?

Am I not a man?

Is then, perhaps, a somewhat
more despicable man not a man?

I'm in the highest degree,
and I swear to you,

I would have topped everyone
if only she had ever allowed me to!

I would have given her
all the desire of the world,

if only she let me!

Castorp, and you?

You only suffered once.

Only once?

And what about my three bouts
of unconsciousness?

A hell I don't even wish upon you!
And I wish a lot for you!

There's not a lot missing.

From sanitarium to sanitarium
the same always happened.

When I go sit down in my chair
in the rest-hall,

who do I find on my right?

Herr Hirsch, a Jew!

And who do I find on my left?

Herr Wolf, also a Jew!

Everywhere Jews!

And here, now that I'm here, here in
the International Sanitarium Berghof,

which is directed by an Aryan,

and now, you are sitting across
from me, Herr Sonnenschein,

and stink so that I'm not able
to drink my milk!

You stinking Jew!

Can't you go somewhere else?

Repeat that!

You stink!

What happened?
What's wrong with him?

What's wrong?

- No, no, no!
- I'll tell you something....

It's an attack.
It's uncontrollable.

You have no idea, but I know.
It's a body attack.

What? What are you saying?

What is this supposed to be?

What happened here?

Listen, we have to call a doctor!

Doctor Krokowski!

Director Behrens!

Good morning.

A magnificent yet cold morning.

At least below 0.

Gentlemen, I'm convinced that we--

Develop your convictions
another time.

The weapons, if you please.

Do you know how to use them?

Pay attention to your friend,
in case he has problems.

I don't have any.

Go ahead, do your job.

I won't kill him, amico mio.
I couldn't do that.

I will offer myself to his bullet,
because that is what honour demands,

but by no means will I kill him.

Get out of the way.

Go to it already!

On your signal, Castorp.

Ciao, Giovanni.

- Gentlemen, don't be hasty--
- Silence!

The signal, please.

The signal!

Well, then, we will begin
without a signal.

Go ahead and fire.

You fired in the air on purpose!

I fired where it pleased me to fire!

You will fire again!

I have no such intention.
It is now your turn.

Coward!

Unhappy man!
What did he do?

What did he do?

Good day, ladies and gentlemen.

I must ask for your attention, please.

In respect to the situation,

the administration of the sanitarium

deems it necessary
to ask all patients,

with the exception
of the gravely ill and dying,

to leave the sanitarium
within one week.

I ask for your understanding
in the name of the administration.

Excuse me, please, what happened?

Excuse....

What happened?
Can't you tell me what happened?

Excuse me, please,
what happened?

Please, I didn't pay attention!
What happened?

Please, tell me, what happened?

What's wrong? What happened?

What's going on? What happened?

For God's sake, what happened?
Can't anyone tell me what happened?

War has been declared with Russia!

War?

Giovanni!

Giovanni!

Giovanni!

Giovanni!

I would have preferred to see you
Leave some other way,

but the gods willed it so.

And so let it be.

Giovanni mio,
take good care of yourself.

Be brave my friend,
and forgive me.

Farewell, Hans Castorp.

We narrated seven years of your life.

Your prospects are poor.

The desperate dance
which you are caught up in

will last many
a little sinful year yet,

and we would not wager much
that you will come out whole.

There were moments when you saw
the intimation of a dream of love

rising up out of death.

Will love someday rise out of this
worldwide festival of death, too?