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THE DEADLY MARIA

The heating had gone off too early again. The bed was a bit damp.

Heinz had goose pimples.

I looked at the chandelier this time.

I still don't know how...

...but it's getting better.

This morning was the same as ever.

The man opposite was early.

Now he had more time to look at me.

I wish I knew...

...what his name is.

I hate Tuesdays.

Will you be late tonight? - It's Tuesday. You know I will be.

Will you keep something hot for me? - You know I will.

He'll be in a bad mood again when he comes home.

What's keeping you?

I need to go.

Your pyjamas need washing, Dad.

I'll change them when it suits me.

Very well.

Ready!

Do it tomorrow.

I'll stay in bed today.

You should move around. Your back... - I said I'll stay in bed!

O.K.?

What's up? No breakfast today?

It was nice outside today.

The air is so fresh.

The crowds didn't bother me.

I tried to hear my heart beat but my footsteps were too loud.

19,76.

780!

Won't you get up for half an hour at least? You mustn't always lie down.

You know, your flesh... and your skin, they have to breathe.

Come on, I'll put your chair by the window and bring you some tea.

Then I'll have you turn around.

Now at least I can wash your pyjamas.

Do you think that's funny?

No. - Do you think that's funny?

No. - Why not? It's very funny.

You're hurting me. It's not funny. Not funny!

Schmitt.

I... excuse me, my name is Dieter Pohlmann. What's your name, please?

What?

I mean... I'm calling about... Are you the lady on the third floor?

Yes. - That's Schmitt, yes. Schmitt.

That's not your full name, is it? No. - My full name?

I need to know... your first name. - Who is this, please? - Sorry.

Pohlmann. I'm on the first floor opposite you. We exchange glances...

I mean, you look out the window... I'm calling about...

You also have a problem. With the heating I mean.

Maria...

Excuse me? - Maria. That's my first name.

Maria...

You were saying? - What?

You were saying?

About the heating? - The heating.

It's been defective for over a year. I'm going to write a complaint.

I'm asking all the occupants for their signature.

Hello? Are you still there? - Yes.

You know, here in the backyard it's even more unpleasant.

It's, it's even colder, I mean. - Of course.

So I was thinking, if you wouldn't mind, I could drop in... - No!

You can't.

Can't? - No.

I'll come. - Yes, of course. Please do. Thank you. I mean...

Certainly. When? - What?

When?

Tomorrow... Tomorrow morning.

Yes. Well, why not? Tomorrow is my day off, anyway. Certainly.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow then.

Some brandy? - No...

I need money. - What?

You heard me, I need money!

I know you've been saving some. I need it. - Me?

Don't give me that. Where is it?

Lost it all at poker again?

Mind your own business. How much have you got?

I haven't got any money. - You're lying.

I happen to know that you've been keeping back shopping money.

I went through the receipts. - That's not true. I never kept any.

Don't lie to me. Where is it?

I haven't got money. Really. - Maria...

I need to go.

What is it?

I'm cold!

You forgot something. - What?

You didn't eat a thing!

Too tough. - I'm sorry.

Do you want anything else?

Forget it.

Night.

He didn't find it.

I knew it was a good hiding place. I hate it when he touches my things.

Bye.

I'll go and see him in a minute.

I really don't know what to wear.

Wait, wait...

I'm in. - I wanted to...

I didn't know...

Won't you come in?

Please.

Thank you.

Coffee?

Very quiet. - Sorry?

It's nice and quiet here.

Sorry, I hardly ever have visitors. I mean...

I've too much to do to...

...to meet people and...

I meant your flat.

I see. - With a view of the garden. We look out into the street.

You read a lot? - Yes.

No, not really, I evaluate.

I keep everything that's published and record it in a book.

You're writing a book?

No, a dictionary. A reference book.

I make lists of who wrote what and where it can be found.

Just a moment.

You see? Here's the name, and there you can see what he's written.

You wrote all this?

Well, I don't write. I just make these lists.

And you do this all by yourself? It must take ages.

21 years. Unfortunately I've only got to "P". 3 letters every 4 years!

I'll be retired before I get to "Y". Besides, I work at a publisher, too.

A biscuit? - No, thank you. - They're good, my mother made them.

Your mother... - She sends them to me twice a year.

And your mother? I mean... does she live here in town?

My mother?

I'm sorry, I didn't... - My mother died...

...when I was born.

You mean, she died giving birth to you?

That's...

...that's awful. I mean...

Absolutely awful.

It must be hard to cope with. - What?

Having...

Without it being your fault...

Well what?

Well, how shall I put it. Although it's not your fault, you're guilty.

Guilty ofwhat?

No. I only meant... I'm sorry, it's none of my business. Just forget it.

I've been watching you. You have a smoke by the window every afternoon.

I'm sorry. I have to go.

No, wait. I didn't want to... - I'm sorry. Goodbye. - I didn't...

I felt so hot suddenly.

Why was I scared?

It's O.K.! I got her back!

You're wife... we lost her.

I'm so sorry. But the baby's alive.

Help me.

What's that noise? Maria!

It's alright. I just dropped something.

TO FOMIMO

Dear Fomimo. Today Lydia went away and left you with me.

Now that I can't tell her things any more I'm writing you a letter.

I'll write you everything. Now you're my only friend.

I have to go to bed. Goodnight Fomimo. Yours, Maria.

I couldn't sleep last night.

Then I heard noises coming from Daddy's room.

I thought he might be ill.

But I think he only had a restless night. - Damned!

What's that?

What is that? - The soap.

What did I tell you?

What did I tell you?

A home without a soap is...

...is the home of poor people.

We're having guests. Are they to use this pathetic piece?

I'll go and get some. - Sunday!

Today's Sunday. How often do I have to tell you?

You'll stay in your room today. - May I hear the quiz on the radio?

Would you prefer the closet?

I couldn't sleep.

I thought about school.

...a letter from Hernando Cortez,

which he sent October 30th, 1520.

The capital... - Today Frau Dahlbach scolded me...

...because I was listening to the air going in and out of me again.

Wake up, girl!

Would you show me the kindness of answering my question?

I didn't hear the question.

A letter from Frau Dahlbach came.

I don't know what it said, but Daddy was furious.

I never want to get a letter like that again, you hear?

And Maria...

...please turn on the radio.

...more because I'm unemployed. But in that case...

...you still are a musician? - Yes, I "are" a musician.

Then again I "are" not. For if I was I can't "are"!

Be! - "... or not to be; that is the question. "

Cutlet!

Hamlet!

Ham.cutlet!

Hello?

Who was that?

No one. - What?

No one!

Boy oh boy... - Two.

Two? - You're really enjoying this, aren't you, lads?

Yes, I'm out. - Me too. - 10!

Fomimo, I'm so scared. I've got a terrible illness.

Deary, what's up? We're hungry. - I'm coming.

Maria, come on. Sit down with us for a while.

What is it?

Why are you so shy today? Deary.

Gorgeous.

I just kept thinking: "Dear God, don't let them notice. "

And this Heinz kept staring at me.

It lasted forever. I almost died.

It's funny...

Last week I dreamt I was dying.

It wasn't that bad. I was just...

...falling...

...a long way; for a long time. At first I felt dizzy.

But then it was quite a nice feeling really.

Where do you go when you die?

What?

Well, when you die?

How should I know? Paradise?

I hope so. For your mother's sake.

To Paradise?

What do you do in Paradise?